Finn followed Fiona down the steps, with Mason behind him, staring at her fat ass as it bounced in her lilac booty shorts. It wasn’t near as impressive as her titties, but it was there nonetheless.
When they finally reached the dungeon, Fiona flicked the lights on and stepped out to the center of the dark crimson room before turning back towards them. Finn knelt on the left side of the doorway, and Mason on its right. “Were you staring at my ass on the way down here, beta?” Fiona asked Finn just as his eyes darted back up to her massive boobs.
“Y-yes, Goddess Fiona, I was,” Finn admitted.
“Awh. Little whiteboy likes my ass,” she taunted him, “but I know you like my fat titties even better, don’t you?” The snow queen rubbed her huge bare boobs together with her free little hand.
Finn nodded, “Yes, Goddess.” Her big, pale boobs had a tantalizing effect on him, making it impossible for him to look away from them as she fondled them, her little fingers slipping back and forth over her big round nipples.
“This may be the last time you ever get to see them, so take it all into those little beta eyes,” Fiona said, “We’re getting new uniforms today. A bit of an upgrade, I’ve been told.” Finn’s anxiety grew, and he just kept staring at the fat redhead’s massive tits. To lose this sight would be painful.
Fiona then walked up to him, and he grew quite excited in all his anxiousness, only for her to traipse past him and open the chest beside the doorway behind him. He turned around to see her bend over, her ass sticking out right in front of his face behind the tightness of the booty shorts, and breathed in deeply. T
he scent was nothing good, but intoxicating nonetheless. He’d never been reduced to such a freakish state as this before he came here, and the strangest thing was how he was beginning to like it.
“I knew there’d be one of these in here!” he heard her say excitedly. Fiona whipped back around and stepped back to the center of the room, holding up a two-inch long black rubber chastity cage and its corresponding key.
“One of you no longer gets to look for pleasure, anyway,” she said tauntingly before looking over at Mason with a devious smile. “It’s a shame you’re not locked up already, to be honest with you. Maybe that’d correct your behavior,” she continued, so strict and so brutal.
“I’m not putting that thing on my dick,” Mason protested. Fiona’s grin disappeared and she approached him swiftly. After a sip of her energy can, she lifted it over Mason’s head and turned it upside-down, spilling its remaining contents all over his hair and watching it drip down his naked body.
He closed his eyes, looking so uncomfortable, as the sticky green substance soaked into his pale skin and his scalp.
“You say, ‘Yes, Goddess Fiona’, or you say nothing at all. Got it?” she said imperiously to him before tossing the empty can to the side without a care.
“Yes, Goddess Fiona,” Mason grumbled, slow and quiet.
“Louder!” the fat redheaded snow queen demanded.
“Yes, Goddess Fiona!” Mason bellowed this time.
“Good boy,” she replied. “Now, time for your own personal upgrade.” She bent down to grasp around Mason’s little white cock and balls with one hand, and fit a rubber black ring around them with the other. Then, she affixed the cage around his cock, compressing it to two-thirds its original flaccid length.
He groaned a little as she did it. Three little pins went into the ring to hold it in place, then a lock around the center pin. “Resist me, and I’ll beat those little balls again,” Fiona said as she reached up to touch his sharp chin with her fingers.
Finally, locking Mason’s cock away, she stood up and wrapped the little golden key around her neck on its thin silver wire. It fell into the space between where her fat tits began so beautifully.
“You whiteboys are both at my mercy, do you understand that?” she asked them, rhetorically.
“Yes, Goddess Fiona,” they said in unison, Mason rolling his eyes as he did, always seeming to have a need to resist regardless of her threats.
“More enthusiasm!” Fiona demanded, stomping her left foot down on the floor.
“Yes, Goddess Fiona!” they called out this time.
“Good! Jesus Christ, you’re both so tedious,” she complained. “But dominating you helpless whiteboys gets me so wet…” She reached down to rub her pussy over her booty shorts, and Finn nearly started to drool. “…I hope we get to meet the black king today.”
“Have you ever been with a black man, Goddess Fiona?” Finn asked her out of pure curiosity, in wonderment of how she came to be this way.
She turned to him and said, “I’ve never been so lucky,” sounding almost ashamed of it.
“I’m sure that will change rather quickly,” Finn answered to assure her, biting his bottom lip. She flashed a smile and did the same.
“I sure hope so,” she said, “Now, both you whiteboys need leashes. I’m not sure why I ever took yours off, Finn.” Fiona traipsed back over to the chest and retrieved two dog leashes fit with collars.
She applied Finn’s first, and he opened his neck for her to access with ease. It was the same pink one from earlier. Staring up at that fat pale goddess as she wrapped the collar around his throat with her big fat titties drooping down in front of his face was intoxicating. He watched as she stepped across the doorway to Mason and shoved his chin up with one hand before applying the collar with the other.
Mason’s was jet black, matching his new chastity cage. Fiona ran her fingers down the leash after she was done putting on his collar. “There, that’ll secure your submission,” she said before stepping back to her place at the center of the room.
Finn’s gaze was absolutely affixed on this redheaded boob queen, for some reason still strange to him, as she was very different from his own slender brunette girlfriend. He wanted to press the issue further. “So you’ve only ever been with whiteboys, Goddess?”
Fiona laughed. “Yeah, I’ve only ever been with pathetic little whiteboys like yourself. And I regret every moment of it,” she said so strongly. “Never again. You understand, I’m sure, being unable to please your own girlfriend. I mean, that’s why you’re here in the first place. That’s why both of you are here,” she continued, darting a glare towards Mason with her final words.
“You’re right…” Finn admitted, his façade finally broken, and his sadness opening up. “She likes him better. She even said that when we got here.”
Fiona only laughed at his pain, a sound so sweet but so cruel. “Of course I’m right. I’m always right. You’d do well to remember that, little beta.”
“Yes, Goddess Fiona,” Finn said with a frown.
“But do tell me, why does she like him better?” Fiona asked tauntingly, another rhetorical question.
“Because he’s black, and has a way bigger cock…” Finn said, completely and utterly defeated.
“That’s right! Good job, whiteboy!” Fiona exclaimed, genuinely excited. Finn gave her a pained smile, but felt something amiss. He looked to his right side to see Mason glaring at him, as if he had betrayed him greatly.
♠♠♠♠♠
Back at the cabin, Natasha was still up with her bull, Darius. She was sprawled across the length of the black leather couch where Damian and Savannah had been together when they all first arrived there. Her tan skin was entirely bare, and so was his blackness on top of her.
His strong hands reached around from her wide ass to her curved hips and up to her round tits, squeezing the right one hard as he reinserted his lengthy black shaft into her pussy from behind and above her. Natasha moaned out, deep and dark, as his cock filled her pussy once again.
They’d been fucking nonstop since they arrived, all save for her little escapade with Dominik in between. She half expected that bitch Eleanor to be a little more angry with them; not that she cared too much at all about her opinion. When she saw a big black cock, she fucked it. That’s all she cared about that week.
As far as she was concerned, all the bulls should be her lovers. She was determined to be the ultimate Queen of Spades. That bitch Eleanor sure could suck a black cock, though. That much was made very clear.
Now, bathed in darkness, Natasha enjoyed her longtime lover’s long black cock fucking her sweet, fat pussy once again. She was totally split open for him by now. Feeling his grasp on her breast and his cock inside of her, feeding her pussy strokes so long and deep, she had another shuddering orgasm in moments.
Moaning out into the dark room around them, she felt Darius’s left hand pull her straight jet black hair back and rolled her eyes up to the antler-made chandelier on the ceiling.
“Agh–it’s such an upgrade from my little white boyfriend,” she moaned out as Darius continued pounding her pussy, relentless. She felt the cream from her pussy lips leak out around his cock.
“Yeah? Tell me how much fucking bigger it is,” Darius demanded of her in his deep black voice.
“It’s so much fucking bigger than his tiny whiteboy dick,” Natasha practically sang out.
“Who owns your pussy, baby?” Darius asked her now, still thrusting in and out of it.
“Mmh! You do, Darius, you do!” Natasha answered through her moans. She could barely take it anymore, her pussy growing sore as he brutalized it with his big black cock.
“Good girl,” Darius said, feeding her one last deep thrust, slower than the last ones, then letting go of her hair to give her already-reddened ass another rough smack with his strong black hand.
Natasha’s moan reached a crescendo and then descended into a low hum as Darius pulled out of her, each of many inches exiting her slowly. Her head stayed upright, and her eyes straightened, fixing on the digital clock on a small shelf by a doorway ahead of them; it was already 3:00 AM.
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