The Destiny of Kemuel 21

You stand still, unmoving, looking at him with eyes full of contained tears.

"I said kneel," he orders.

His voice sounds harsher, more menacing.

In your mind, the image of Viktor appears, along with his exact words before entering. What he wants to see, what he expects from you.

Your legs tremble as you slowly, very slowly, kneel down. You lower one knee first, then the other. The cold marble floor hits your knees. Your white stockings don't cushion the impact at all.

You remain kneeling in front of him, with your legs bent, your white stockings brushing against the cold floor, your heels digging into your calves. Your breathing is agitated, choppy.

David smiles, satisfied, and positions himself directly in front of you. His cock is at the level of your face.

You glance sideways towards the top corner of the room. There it is - a small black camera discreetly mounted, with a red light on, recording and transmitting live to the living room.

"Open your mouth," he commands.

Your lips tremble. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly. Tears start rolling down your cheeks.

But you know you have no choice. Viktor is watching everything from the living room. Everyone is watching everything.

You open your mouth slowly, with fear, feeling your jaw tense up.

"More," he orders.

You open it completely, as wide as you can.

"Stick out your tongue," he says.

You stick it out, trembling. Your tongue visibly trembles.

David smiles broadly at the camera.

"Good bitch. You're already remembering how things work."

He grabs your head with both hands, holding you firmly by the hair.

Without warning, he shoves his entire cock into your mouth in one brutal thrust.

The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat directly. Instant gagging. Your body reacts, trying to pull back, but his hands hold your head firmly in place.

Your hands rise instinctively towards his legs, but you stop them halfway.

"Hands behind your back," he orders.

You obey immediately. You take your trembling hands behind your back and interlock your fingers tightly, digging your nails into your skin.

"That's better. You see, you do remember," he says.

He pushes further in. Your throat constricts around his cock. You can't breathe. Your vision starts to blur.

David starts fucking your mouth with deep, violent thrusts.

In and out. In and out.

Each thrust hits the back of your throat. Thick saliva starts dripping down your chin. Your makeup runs down your cheeks. Your throat produces muffled, wet sounds with each penetration.

You try to maintain your posture. You try not to resist. But your body reacts automatically to the lack of air. Violent gagging shakes your throat.

"That's it. Swallow it like the bitch you are," he says.

Your visio...