Chapter 8

The thick leather straps bit into my wrists and ankles, keeping me pinned to the cold metal table long after the others had left. Sweat dripped down my chest as Mistress Lola’s sharp nails traced circles around my nipples, her other hand stroking my cock with slow, teasing movements. Just as I started thrusting into her grip, a sudden crackling sound made my stomach drop.

“Hold still, slut,” Mistress Jasmine purred right before the cattle prod touched my balls. White-hot pain shot through my body, my back arching violently against the restraints. My cock went instantly soft, dripping pathetic little whimpers while both mistresses laughed. “Look at this tiny shrimp!” Lola cooed, pinching my deflated dick between her fingers.

The blindfold kept me blind but couldn’t block out Master Xavier’s musk as his thick cock pressed against my lips. I opened obediently, tasting his precome as he shoved deep into my throat. At the same time, cold metal clamped around the base of my balls—that familiar dread pooling in my stomach. The chastity cage clicked shut, way too tight, the urethral tube stretching my pisshole painfully as they screwed it in place. Tears leaked down my face, mixing with spit and sweat.

“Aw, is baby crying?” Jasmine mocked while securing the waist strap extra tight. Then came the sharp sting of needles—once, twice, four times—as they pierced my nipples with rings. I screamed around Master’s cock, my whole body shaking, but he just grabbed my hair and fucked deeper down my throat. “Take it, faggot,” he growled before pumping his load straight into my stomach.

When they finally unstrapped me, my legs barely worked. Master Xavier ripped off the blindfold and grinned at my dazed expression. “Welcome to your new life,” he said, slapping my sore, caged dick hard enough to make me collapse.

My vision cleared slowly, and when it did, I couldn’t believe what was in front of me. My own mother—who I thought was dead—stood there completely naked, her body transformed into something obscene. Her hair was yanked back into a tight ponytail, pulling at her scalp so hard it looked painful. Her eyebrows were gone, shaved off and replaced with thin, arched lines drawn in black. Her eyes met mine, wide and wet with tears, but she didn’t speak. She couldn’t.

Around her neck was a thick black leather collar, locked tight with a heavy metal ring in the front. A leash was clipped to it, and at the other end stood Mistress Lola, one of the two trans ebony women who had trained me to worship Black pussy and cock. Mistress Lola smirked, her long nails digging into my mother’s shoulder as she held her in place. Behind them, Mistress Jasmine chuckled, her dark skin gleaming under the dim lights.

My mother’s body was no longer her own. Her tits were huge now—unnaturally round 36Ds, swollen and heavy, her nipples pierced with silver rings. A delicate chain connected them, pulling her nipples slightly apart, making her whimper when she moved. Between her breasts, a fresh Queen of Spades tattoo stood out starkly against her pale skin. More of them decorated her shoulders, marking her permanently.

Lower, her belly button was pierced with a dangling silver charm—another Queen of Spades. But the worst part was between her legs. Her pussy was completely bare, waxed smooth except for the dark ink spelling out “Black Owned Fucktoy” just above her slit. Her clit was pierced too, a tiny silver bell hanging from it, tinkling softly whenever she shifted. Her lips were pierced as well, small metal rings threaded through them like some kind of fucked-up decoration.

She stood in clear plastic heels, wobbling slightly, her thighs trembling. Tears rolled down my face as I realized—this was my fault. I had failed her. Master Xavier, the Black man who owned us both now, stepped forward, his deep voice rumbling as he gripped my chin. “Look at what you did,” he growled. “Your mommy’s a good little slave now. Just like you.”

My mother let out a choked sob, but Mistress Jasmine just laughed, tightening the leash. “Quiet, bitch,” she purred. “You belong to us now.”

Master Xavier towered over us, his muscular frame casting a shadow across the floor. His deep laugh rumbled through the room as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Never thought I’d have a white bitch mother and her faggot son kneeling before me,” he sneered, his thick fingers digging into my jaw. “But here you are - my property now. Slaves to the black race, just like you were always meant to be.”

Mistress Lola stepped forward, her towering heels clicking against the concrete. She ran her long nails down my mother’s trembling back, leaving faint red marks. “Your mommy’s going to teach you everything,” she purred. “How to walk, how to talk, how to take cock in every hole like the prison whore you’ll become.” Her hand suddenly smacked against my mother’s ass, making her jump. “Show him his future, slut.”

I gasped when I finally saw what they’d done to me. My pathetic white cock was crammed into the tiniest chastity cage possible, the metal base digging into my balls. Through the clear plastic cover, my pink dick looked swollen and angry, trapped forever. Thin chains connected the rings piercing my nipples, with a heavy Queen of Spades padlock hanging between them - marking me as black property.

Mistress Jasmine grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “Aw, is baby realizing he’s not a man anymore?” she mocked. Her other hand squeezed one of my tender nipples hard enough to make me whimper. “Those hormones we pumped into your chest will give you cute little tits soon. Not big like mommy’s - we don’t want people mistaking you for a real trans woman. You’ll always just be a sissy faggot.”

The humiliation burned hotter than the piercings when Master Xavier forced my mother and me to embrace. Her augmented breasts pressed against my chest, her stiff nipples scratching my skin through the connecting chains. They made us French kiss deeply, our tongues tangling as our hands explored each other’s ruined bodies. Mom’s fingers trembled when they brushed over my caged cock before sliding lower...