The Destiny of Kemuel 34

Damian fucked you in front of the other three Masters for several minutes, brutally thrusting into you while you moaned uncontrollably, your body reacting automatically to each deep penetration against your uterus.

The other three watched in silence, some adjusting their hard cocks inside their pants as they saw you being used like that in front of them.

When Damian finally came inside you, filling you completely with his hot cum, he stayed buried to the hilt for a moment before pulling out, leaving you lying on the couch with his semen dripping from your cunt, staining the upholstery.

"Clean it, bitch," Damian ordered, pointing to his still-dripping cock.

You obediently knelt on the floor in front of him and slowly sucked his cock, cleaning it with your tongue of the mixed taste of his cum and your own fluids, while the other three Masters continued to stare at you fixedly.

When you finished, Damian pulled up his pants and sat back down next to the others.

"Good," he said, looking at Javi, Oscar, and Ruben. "Now that we're going to convert your bitches into complete women tomorrow, you should start thinking about their new names."

Javi smiled widely.

"I already have it clear. Viktor will be called Ana Fernandez. My last name."

A muffled sob came from the kitchen. Viktor had heard those words perfectly and knew what they meant: that the next day, he would not only lose his cock and balls but also his name and complete male identity to become Ana Fernandez, Javi Fernandez's legal property and bitch forever, with no possibility of return.

Oscar nodded thoughtfully.

"David will be Sara Ruiz. With my last name."

Another sob came from the kitchen. David couldn't avoid hearing how they sealed his fate: Sara Ruiz, property of Oscar Ruiz, eternally condemned to serve and obey with no possibility of escape.

Ruben spoke in his characteristic deep voice.

"Somchai will be Silvia Herrera. My last name."

Somchai didn't make a sound, but from where you were kneeling in the living room, you could see him perfectly through the open kitchen door: he was still kneeling where Ruben had left him, next to the empty chair in the dining room, with silent tears rolling down his cheeks as he processed that tomorrow he would stop being Somchai to become Silvia Herrera, another bitch with her Master's last name marking her as absolute, irrevocable, and perpetual private property.

Damian cleared his throat.

"Good. It's decided then. Tomorrow at seven, we'll head to Alvaro's clinic. The four bitches will come with us: Sofia, so the other three can see her example, and Viktor, David, and Somchai to be operated on."

He turned to you, still kneeling on the floor, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Get up and go back to the kitchen. Finish cleaning everything and then start preparing dinner. Today ...