Chapter 19

When the first light of dawn seeped into my tiny, cold cage, my body was a canvas of discomfort, a stark reminder of the harsh treatment from the night before. Each twitch and turn was a silent scream of agony as I reflected on the path that led me to this wretched existence. I was once the pampered baby of the family, the only girl with two overprotective elder brothers who shielded me from the harshness of the world. I reveled in the adoration of my parents and the unquestioned obedience of my siblings.

Back when I was just a wide-eyed dreamer, I had decided to venture into the glamorous world of acting, much to the disdain of my family. However, their love for me was stronger than their disapproval, and they allowed me to chase my ambitions. The spotlight showered me with fame and riches, and I grew bold, my once loving heart now craving power and attention above all else.

My union with Chay, a dashing actor from an illustrious Telugu family, was a whirlwind of love and passion. But my insatiable hunger for more began to gnaw at the foundation of our marriage. The once unshakeable bond crumbled under the weight of my vanity, leaving us both bruised and broken.

My family, once so proud, now looked upon me with disappointment as I stumbled from one scandal to another. The chasm grew wider until it was too late to bridge, and we were on the precipice of a divorce that would shake not just our lives, but the very industry that had embraced me.

In my quest for power and wealth, I had forgotten the warmth of family, the comfort of belonging. And as I ventured into the unknown, my life took a darker turn, leading me to this new land where I sought to rebuild my shattered empire.

As the CEO of a burgeoning company, I reveled in the control and power I wielded over my employees, especially those of a darker hue. I had convinced myself that they were inferior, that they were there to serve me, to help me climb even higher. Little did I know that my fall from grace would come at the hands of the very people I had underestimated.

My world crumbled when three black individuals entered my life and turned it upside down. They stripped me of my dignity and status, transforming me into a mere plaything for their amusement. Now, I am but a shadow of the woman I once was, a submissive creature known as Cumantha Cum Whore, a name that echoes the depths to which I have sunk.

The pain of losing everything I had worked for was unbearable. To have my brothers, Jonathan and David, not just discover but embrace my degradation was a knife twisted deep within my soul. The thought of their anger and disgust was almost too much to handle. But handle it, I must, as they claimed their twisted rights over me, using every inch of my body to satisfy their perverse desires.

The humiliation was complete when they sealed my fate as their property, a living sex doll for their sadistic pleasures. My body, once the epitome of elegance and grace, now a mere receptacle for their bodily fluids, filled and then locked with a clamp and plug, a constant reminder of my newfound status.

As I lay there, bound and used, the pain and degradation were almost too much to bear. Yet, as the lock on my cage door clanked open, jolting me back to reality, I knew that this was only the beginning of my descent into a world of pain and submission. The cage was not just a physical prison, but a symbol of the life I had chosen, a life where I was no longer in control, but merely an object to be used and discarded at the whims of my new masters.

The moment of freedom had arrived, yet it was the bondage and servitude that truly made me feel alive. Crawling out of my confined space, I made my way towards the grand, inviting bed where my owners lay in a tangle of limbs and sated satisfaction. The sun’s early rays danced across the room, highlighting the perfection of my Mistress Nina’s dark, flawless skin. Her ebony complexion seemed to radiate with an inner glow that made me feel small, insignificant, and utterly devoted.

As I approached the bed, the scent of sex and power filled my nostrils. The remnants of their passionate night together lingered in the air, and I knew my place was to cleanse and serve. I bent my head low, pressing my lips to her delicate, soft feet. They were the pedestal of power upon which she stood, and I was nothing more than a mere worshipper at her feet. The leather collar around my neck grew tighter as I felt the weight of my submission to her.

Mistress Nina’s legs were spread slightly apart, and I could see the sticky residue of Master Kevin’s cum glistening between her thighs. It was my duty to clean her, to erase any evidence of their union before he woke. Without a second thought, I lowered my face to her sex, my tongue eager to taste the essence of his power within her. As a Cumbucket, the very thought of consuming his seed brought a sweetness to my mouth that no ordinary food could match.

I lapped at her folds, savoring the bitter-sweet taste of his release mixed with her own juices. My tongue danced around her clit, bringing it to life as she began to moan and arch her back. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, and I was the brush that painted it with the strokes of my submission. With each flick and suckle, I felt her tighten around me, her breath quickening until she shuddered in climax, her nectar flooding my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, eager to be filled with her satisfaction.