Submission

I was completely broken before it even happened.

Damien had my wife no, his whore bent over the edge of our honeymoon bed like a piece of meat. His massive, veined black cock was slamming into her with brutal, womb-punching ****. Each thrust made her ass cheeks ripple violently and sent her wedding dress sliding further up her back. The wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick of her dripping pussy mixed with the heavy clap-clap-clap of his balls slapping against her swollen clit filled the entire suite.

Sylvie was gone. The sweet, innocent girl I proposed to was replaced by a cock-addicted, black-owned slut.

“Harder, Daddy! Wreck my married pussy!” she screamed, pushing back onto him desperately. “Stretch me out so his pathetic little white clit never feels anything again!”

My hands had a mind of their own. They slipped under my shirt and latched onto my soft, hormone-swollen chest. My nipples were so sensitive they felt like little clits. I squeezed my budding breasts hard, kneading and pinching them like a **** whore while watching my wife get destroyed. A pathetic, high-pitched whimper escaped my lips.

Damien glanced over and burst out laughing. “Holy shit. Look at this fucking loser. The groom is sitting there molesting his own tits while I breed his bride on their wedding night.”

Sylvie turned her head, eyes half-lidded with ecstasy, and looked straight at me with pure disgust and superiority. “That’s right, you disgusting little freak. Play with your pathetic fatty tits while a real man breeds me. You know you were never good enough, right? Your worthless white genes could never give me what I deserve. I needed a superior black bull to knock me up.”

She moaned loudly as Damien slammed balls-deep and ground against her cervix. “I’m going to have his strong black baby while you stay locked up forever, leaking like the sad little sissy cuck you are. You’re not a husband. You’re not even a man. You’re just a pathetic, caged clit who gets off watching his wife get claimed.”

Lexie’s voice was roaring in my head now, completely drowning out anything left of Alex.

This is what you were always meant to be. Look at her. Listen to her. Feel how good it is to finally stop pretending. Squeeze those tits harder, princess.

Cum for me.

I tried to fight. I really did. My whole body was shaking. Tears were already running down my face. But my swollen clit was throbbing violently against the metal bars of the cage, leaking nonstop.

Damien picked up speed, fucking her with savage, animalistic strokes. “Tell him the truth, slut. Tell your little cuck what happened while he was hiding in the bathroom like a bitch.”

Sylvie’s eyes rolled back as another orgasm ripped through her. She squirted hard around Damien’s cock, soaking the bed.

“That’s right, you pathetic worm!” she screamed. “The priest never married us! While you were in the bathroom jerking your caged clit and fighting with your little sissy voice, Damien and I said our real vows! I’m his wife now! His legal whore! His property! You’re nothing but the pathetic cuckold who paid for the whole wedding!”

The words hit me like a

[hammer.

My](http://hammer.My) body betrayed me completely.

A loud, girly, broken moan tore out of my throat as the most explosive, humiliating orgasm of my life exploded through me. I squeezed my soft breasts viciously, twisting and pulling my sensitive nipples as my swollen clit erupted hands-free inside the cage. Thick, watery spurts of cum shot out in powerful pulses harder and longer than I’d ever felt soaking my thighs and the chair beneath

[me.

As](http://me.As) the orgasm peaked, my pathetic dick instantly shriveled. It shrank smaller than ever before, retreating inward until it almost completely inverted, leaving nothing but a tiny, hypersensitive, useless nub tucked pathetically inside the metal prison.

Lexie laughed triumphantly, her voice now the only one left in my head.

Good girl, Lexie. Alex is dead. You’re mine now. Forever.

I sat there panting like a used whore, still weakly groping my own tits, tears streaming down my face as the final pathetic dribbles leaked from my ruined clit.

Damien pulled his massive, cum-drenched cock out of Sylvie with a wet pop and smirked down at me.

“Congratulations, Lexie. You just lost the bet… and your wife.”

Sylvie, still leaking Damien’s superior seed down her thighs, looked at me with nothing but contempt and amusement.

“Pathetic. My real husband just fucked me senseless on our wedding night while my ex-fiancé came in his cage like a bitch.”