The fate of Kemuel 33

The next morning you woke up when Damián shook you roughly.

"Get up, bitch. It's seven."

You got up, hurting, your cunt destroyed from the previous night, dry cum stuck to your thighs. Damián pointed to the bathroom.

"Shower. Put on makeup. I'll wait here."

You obeyed. You showered, trembling under the hot water, aware that he was watching you from the door. You put on makeup as he had taught you: foundation, mascara, intense red lipstick. You came out and Damián handed you clothes: a tight black dress, red lingerie, high heels.

"Get dressed and go downstairs to prepare breakfast. Black coffee for me, with milk for Javi, cortado for Óscar, and with ice for Rubén. Toast for everyone."

You went down the stairs, stumbling in your heels. In the kitchen, you found the other three bitches arriving at the same time from different parts of the house.

Viktor was wearing only tight black briefs that marked his thick cock and muscular ass. He had red marks on his neck, shoulders, and back. Javi had used him thoroughly throughout the night.

David was completely naked, with his ass visibly swollen and reddened, dry cum running down his legs. He walked with difficulty. Óscar had shown no mercy on him.

Somchai was also naked, silent as always, with bruises on his hips where Rubén had grabbed him forcefully while fucking him brutally.

The four of you looked at each other for a second without saying anything. Then you started working in silence, preparing breakfast.

As you put the toast in the toaster and prepared the coffees according to Damián's instructions, you heard male voices coming down the stairs. The four Masters entered the kitchen, dressed in comfortable clothes, talking among themselves, ignoring you completely as if you were furniture.

They sat down at the dining table, waiting for you to serve them.

You took Damián's black coffee first. He grabbed your ass when you leaned over to put it on the table.

"Good, bitch."

Viktor took Javi's coffee with milk. Javi put his hand between Viktor's legs, grabbing his balls hard, making him moan.

"You'll suck me again later."

David took Óscar's cortado, trembling so much that he almost dropped the cup. Óscar gave him a loud slap on the naked ass.

"Be careful, faggot."

Somchai took Rubén's coffee with ice without making a sound. Rubén grabbed his hair, forcing him to kneel beside his chair while he drank his coffee calmly, stroking Somchai's head like a dog.

After serving the coffees, the four of you returned to the kitchen to bring the toast. When they finished breakfast, Damián stood up, looking at you all.

"Listen carefully. Today you officially start your new life here. Each of you has specific tasks assigned that you will do every day without exception."

He pointed to you.

"Sofía: kitchen a...