The Destiny of Kemuel 11

You remain lying on the floor, unresponsive, trembling, with your body aching and shattered. David crouches beside you and grabs your collar, forcing you to look at him.

"Get up. You need a shower before the next ones arrive."

"The next ones?" you manage to ask with a broken voice.

"Of course. I made some calls while my friends were using you. I have three more clients coming tonight. They'll pay well to break in my new slut."

He drags you upstairs to the bathroom. He puts you under the shower without removing your clothes and turns on the cold water. You scream in shock.

"Wash yourself well. And take off those torn clothes."

You undress under the cold water, shivering, cleaning yourself as best you can, trying to wash away the semen and the pain. David stays leaning against the doorframe, watching you.

"When you're done, come to my room. I have something to show you."

He leaves the bathroom, leaving you alone. You finish showering and get out, drying yourself with a towel. You walk naked to David's room, afraid of what awaits you.

As you enter, the first thing you see is a metal cage next to David's bed. It's large enough for a person to curl up, but not to stand. It has a thick lock on the door.

David is standing next to it, with his arms crossed.

"This is yours. From now on, you'll sleep here, next to my bed. You'll only come out when I say so. When you have clients, when you go to work, when you need to shower or eat. The rest of the time, you'll be in there."

He points to the inside of the cage. There's a thin blanket, a dirty pillow, and a bowl of water.

"Your old room no longer exists. I've sold all your furniture. This is your space now."

You remain paralyzed, looking at the cage, unable to believe what you're seeing. David approaches and pushes you towards it.

"Get in. I want to see you inside."

You refuse, stepping back.

"No... I won't..."

BZZZZZT.

The shock makes you fall to your knees. David grabs your hair and drags you to the cage, forcing you inside. He closes the lock with a click.

"There you'll stay until the clients arrive. Get used to it, because you'll spend many hours in there."

He sits on his bed, looking at you locked up, satisfied. You spend the next thirty minutes curled up in the cage, humiliated, broken, watching as David checks his phone without paying attention to you.

Afterward, he opens the lock.

"Get out. Put this on."

He throws you a set of clothes: a red lace bodysuit, a garter belt, black stockings, and red heels. You dress slowly, humiliated, knowing this is just the beginning. The collar weighs around your neck like a constant reminder.

"Now go downstairs and wait."

You go down the stairs with your legs trembling. David follows and sits on the couch with his phone, checking your l...