Chapter 5: Resolution
A heavy silence hung thick in the air as Destiny's Dream stood before the assembled crowd, feeling the weight of her own helplessness bear down upon her shoulders. The world she once knew, the life she had built, the pride she had taken in her abilities—all now lay shattered at her feet. This wasn't the life she had envisioned for herself; rather, it felt like a twisted nightmare from which there was no escape.
Despite her previous successes and accolades, she now found herself powerless in the grips of her own desires. Maxwell had stripped her of her self-righteous facade, exposing her deepest insecurities and darkest fantasies.
Amidst the erotic fervor, Destiny's Dream felt a sense of liberation in embracing her true nature. Although it defied everything she once believed in, she realized that this was who she truly was, buried beneath layers of societal expectations and moral obligations. Beneath the fraud of pretending to be brave heroine.
Submission unleashed an excited side of her she never knew existed, and she began to revel in the freedom it provided. As she succumbed to the overpowering pleasure, her shame turned into something entirely different, a strange, exhilarating sensation that sent shockwaves through her body. She was lost in the throes of ecstasy, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, right and wrong. The idea of announcing to crooks she was busted that her powers had been thoroughly stripped from her and she was now there’s to ravage and humiliate thrilled her to her very soul.
Maxwell's hands roamed over her body with expert precision, coaxing out moans and gasps from Destiny's Dream.
She writhed and moaned beneath his touch, her body reacting instinctively to his ministrations. Despite her initial reluctance, Destiny's Dream found herself giving in to his skilled hands, allowing herself to be consumed by the moment. Hollering involuntarily and ecstatically.
His fingers glided over her smooth skin, eliciting a pleasurable shudder from her body. Maxwell's touch was deliberate, methodical, drawing out the sensual tension that simmered just below the surface. “You love putting on a show for all of these thugs, don’t you, bitch? You filthy slut."
His lips grazed hers, teasing her with the promise of more. As he moved closer, Destiny's Dream felt her body respond to his touch, her hips arching toward him involuntarily. Every inch of her skin seemed to come alive, each nerve ending screaming for his attention.
His tongue danced along her neck, drawing whimpers of delight from her. Destiny's Dream shivered, her heart racing as she became increasingly aware of the depths of her own desire.
The thought of being owned, used, and ultimately reduced to nothing more than a sexual object filled her with both horror and exhilaration.
Maxwell continued to lavish her with attentive caresses, each touch igniting another spark of forbidden passion within her. His lips brushed against her earlobe, his hot breath stirring up a torrent of feelings she had never known existed.
Her thoughts were in turmoil, the lines between right and wrong becoming increasingly blurred as she gave in to the wave of lust consuming her.
It was almost as though she was possessed, caught in the throes of a powerful, irresistible force. The thought of submitting to Maxwell's every command and satisfying his wildest desires sent her pulse racing. She found herself yearning for more, her body craving the release that only his touch could provide.
Maxwell, a master in the art of seduction, led her deeper into the world of depravity. His touch, his words, his gaze—everything combined to draw her inexorably towards the edge of darkness.
“Now, Destiny, it is time to fulfill your slut destiny. See that guy over there who has already removed his cock from his pants. Run over to him and beg him to do to you whatever his heart desires.” Maxwell insisted. Destiny squealed in delight, “Can I?” Maxwell affirmed, “You must!"
Destiny's Dream hesitated for a brief moment, torn between her newly discovered lust and her sense of propriety. But the latter proved weak in the face of her mounting desire. Slowly, she walked towards the man who had been waiting impatiently for her.
In a state of dazed euphoria, Destiny's Dream approached the man, her body moving with an uncharacteristic grace. She looked at him, her eyes full of longing and desire. “Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need.
“I want to feel your touch…” Her confession was met with raucous laughter from the audience, but she ignored them, focusing solely on the man standing before her.
With trembling hands, she reached out to him, her fingers lingering on his hardened member. Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself onto her knees, offering herself to him without reserve. In response, the man grabbed her by the hair, pulling her closer to him.
"Do you really think you can just walk up to me and ask me to use you?" he growled, his eyes narrowing with anger. "You don't know who you're dealing with, slut." Destiny's Dream felt a mixture of terror and excitement as she realized just how dangerous this situation was. However, she didn't let her fear stop her from pursuing her newfound desires.
"I... I understand if you decide not to," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
"But please, I've never felt this way before..."
"Oh, so you're admitting you're a dirty little slut, then?" he taunted, his eyes bright with cruelty.
Destiny's Dream nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes, I am," she admitted softly. "I want to give myself to you, to please you however you desire."
The man's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he savored her vulnerability, “And you admit your whole charade of playing the part of heroine was a nothing but sham. That this. This lowly slut infront of me is who you truly are?” With unexpected glee she shouted out, “Yes! My life before is lie. Please fuck me! Trifling slut that I am." With one swift motion, he roughly yanked her toward him, pinning her against the wall.
The force of his grip sent shockwaves through her body, causing her to gasp in surprise. His hand gripped her shoulder, pressing her firmly against the cold, unforgiving surface. His other hand found its way between her legs, teasing her swollen flesh. The room was utterly silent, as everyone in attendance held their breath, waiting for the next move.
Destiny's Dream's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. The thrill of having control taken away from her was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Destiny's Dream felt a surge of powerlessness course through her veins, leaving her quivering with excitement. His touch was firm yet gentle, his movements precise and confident. As he probed her tender flesh, his touch sending delicious shivers throughout her body, she couldn't help but become aroused by his dominance. “Oh God! You’re good!” she screamed, “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am."
The room fell silent, save for the occasional sharp intake of breath and labored moan that escaped Destiny's Dream's lips. Maxwell watched with a predatory gaze, enjoying the spectacle of her surrender.
He wanted to break her completely, make her submit to his every whim. His hand reached for her breast, tweaking her nipple gently. Destiny's Dream cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering at the sensation. His touch was skillful, drawing forth the hidden desires that had been locked away inside her.
As he continued to torment her, his touch grew more demanding, each caress heightening her arousal.
The boundaries between pleasure and pain began to blur, leaving Destiny's Dream with a hazy understanding of what was happening around her. All she knew was that she needed more - more of the pleasure, more of the release.
The man's grip tightened on her wrist, pulling her closer to him as he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "You're going to make me cum so hard, you little slut," he breathed, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body pressed against his, her breasts flattened against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, a combination of desire and malice. Her head spun, her mind consumed by lust.
"Oh god, yes," she murmured, feeling the strength of his embrace hold her in place. His other hand moved to her thigh, slowly lifting her dress upward.
Destiny's Dream's breath hitched as he exposed her most intimate parts to his eager gaze. "So this is where the legendary Destiny's Dream keeps her treasure," he whispered in her ear, his tone laced with dark humor.
"Please... I want to serve you," she whispered back, her voice trembling with desire.
With practiced ease, he lowered himself onto his knees, positioning himself between her spread legs. Destiny's Dream felt a mix of fear and anticipation as he gazed at her with intense eyes.
Her body ached with desire, wanting to be claimed and ravaged by this mysterious stranger. As he bent down to kiss her, she closed her eyes, surrendering herself fully to the moment. Their lips touched, igniting a fire inside her that threatened to consume everything in its path.
His hands roamed freely across her body, finding her most sensitive spots and exploiting them mercilessly. His fingers teased her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being.
Destiny's Dream found herself unable to resist as her hands moved to clutch at his shoulders, urging him on. He pulled her closer still, taking her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with hers, claiming her in a way that made her forget everything else.
She lost track of time as they indulged in their passionate encounter. The room seemed to disappear, replaced by a world of desire and raw sensuality. His hands moved in expert strokes, driving her ever closer to the brink of ecstasy.
The air between them crackled with sexual tension, as Destiny's Dream felt herself being drawn further into his world of dark pleasures. As her body trembled with anticipation, she was no longer sure whether she wanted to fight or succumb to his will. It seemed that fate had finally caught up with her, bringing her to this point where all that mattered was the undeniable pull of desire.
Their breathing became more labored, their bodies moving in tandem, as if driven by an invisible force.
The man's touch had turned rougher now, his grip stronger as he thrust into her with abandon. Destiny's Dream bit her lip, fighting back the wave of pleasure threatening to engulf her.
Each thrust drove her deeper into a world of sinful pleasure, her mind filled with thoughts of submission and dominance. She felt a primal desire to give herself completely to this stranger, to lose herself in the intensity of their union.
Her body shook with anticipation, her muscles tensing in readiness for the final push that would send her over the edge. Her breath quickened, her skin prickling with goosebumps as her body responded to the sensations coursing through it.
The man took her by the hand, guiding her through the motions, teaching her how to yield to his every command. His touch was firm, his movements confident, and Destiny's Dream felt her arousal grow with each passing second. Spastically, her body was consumed by her total orgasm. The whole room witnessed her body unleash in a torrent of debased ecstasy.
Destiny's Dream screamed, her body shuddering violently beneath him. The man grinned, a predatory gleam in his eye as he relished in her surrender. He was not only dominating her physically, but also mentally, reveling in the knowledge that he controlled her most basic impulses.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, letting her slide down his body, their sweaty skin sticking together. He towered above her, holding her gaze with his own, a mixture of satisfaction and challenge burning within his eyes.
Destiny's Dream stared back, her face flush with embarrassment and desire. She knew her submission to him had gone too far, but there was something irresistible about giving herself over to this stranger.
"Why do you do this? Why did you give yourself to me?" he asked, his voice deep and filled with an underlying menace.
"Because..." she replied hesitantly, feeling the weight of her admission, "I craved it. You...
Maxwell, despite his malicious intentions, found himself curious about why she gave herself so easily. There was something about Destiny's Dream that made him question his initial assumptions. His grip on her loosened slightly, allowing her to sit up.
"Why did you choose me?" she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. There was a vulnerability in her voice that made his heart race. He wondered if he could exploit it even further.
"Because," he said, choosing his words carefully, "you were once someone who believed themselves invincible.
And yet here you are, willing to submit to my every whim."
Destiny's Dream considered his words, a flicker of self-awareness flashing across her face. She realized that he was right – she had thought herself untouchable, immune to pain and weakness. But here she was, stripped bare of her illusions, exposed to the raw truth of her vulnerability.
Her body trembled, overwhelmed by the realization that she had never known such surrender.
It was then that she understood the true meaning of vulnerability, realizing that she had placed herself at the mercy of this enigmatic stranger. Destiny's Dream's eyes were wide with astonishment, her breath catching in her throat. Maxwell stared back at her, a mix of curiosity and triumph etched on his face.
"You don't know what you've done," he told her softly, his voice dripping with a menacing undertone. He knew he held power over her, a power he wasn't afraid to use.
The men in the room crowded around the fallen, sweating heroine. She reeked of sex and everyone felt her up to their hearts content. Squeezing her tits. Fingering her cunt and her asshole. She was there to be used.
A heavy set man jammed his index finger into her butthole. He stared menacingly into her eyes as he gentling massaged her labia and clitoris with his thumb. “You know, bitch. You once arrested me. I did 5 years in jail because of you and your haughty ass. Same haughty ass I’m fingering right now. What do you have to say to me?"
Destiny's Dream challenged, her defiance clear in her voice. Despite her current predicament, she couldn't help but try to regain some semblance of control.
"Don't act so tough,” the heavy set man smirked, enjoying the spectacle of her discomfort. "Your pride has been shattered. There's nothing left but obedience."
Destiny's Dream gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her composure under the constant barrage of humiliation.
Each touch, each violation, served as a reminder of her fall from grace. Yet amidst the degradation, she couldn't help but notice the growing tension in the room. It was almost palpable, a sense of unease filling the air like a thick fog.
The large man pressed his issue, “I said, bitch, what do you have to say for yourself? You and your now permanently helpless slutty ass."
The heavy set man laughed, clearly enjoying his victory over the once mighty heroine. Destiny's Dream seethed with rage, her eyes blazing with defiance. But she knew that showing resistance would only lead to more suffering. So she swallowed her pride and bowed her head, her submission evident in her every move.
As the heavy set man continued to torment her, his friends joined in, each taking turns to assert their dominance over the once proud superhero. Destiny's Dream could feel herself breaking, her willpower fading with each passing minute.
She found herself struggling to reconcile her newfound vulnerability with her former life as a champion of justice. As the men continued to torment her, she grew increasingly desperate to find a way out of this nightmare.
“Well, slut, cat got your tongue? Are you sorry? Are you going to apologize to me? Are you going to beg to suck me off to gain my forgiveness? Or plead desperately for me fuck your fanny hole? Huh?” He insisted sternly as he prodded her butthole more aggressively with his finger.
Her eyes tearing up from the pain and humiliation, Destiny's Dream tried to form a response, her lips quivering as she struggled to speak. Finally, she managed to choke out a weak, "I'm sorry."
The heavy set man glared at her, unsatisfied with her apology. "Sorry isn't enough," he growled, his eyes narrowing in anger. "I want more than just words.
You need to show me how truly repentant you are," the heavy set man snarled, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look him straight in the eye. "How much you hate your old ways."
Destiny's Dream trembled, her fear and revulsion tangible. She knew that her submission was nothing compared to the horrors she might endure if she refused to comply. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she mustered the courage to reply, "I hate my old ways.
I'm sorry for ever thinking I was invincible. Please, I beg you, have mercy on me." Her voice was filled with raw emotion, conveying both her desperation and regret. The heavy set man paused, seemingly considering her plea. He studied her closely, searching for any signs of deceit or manipulation. After a moment of silence, he made his decision.
"Very well, then," he said coldly, his expression hardening. “If you truly are repentant beg for me to fuck you in the ass. Now, bitch! Right now!”
Destiny's Dream cried out, tears streaming down her face. Her body trembled in anticipation and fear as she finally submitted to the cruel demands of her captors. She begged them to take her, to punish her however they wished, knowing full well that the price of resistance was far greater than the shame of submission.
As she writhed beneath the heavy set man, his cock thrusting forcefully into her tight, unwilling ass, Destiny's Dream could hardly believe what had become of her.
Once a proud superhero, she now found herself reduced to little more than a sexual plaything for these criminals. The humiliation coursed through her veins like fire, leaving her aching with shame.
Her mind raced as she struggled to make sense of her situation. How had she let herself get caught in this web of vice? What would happen when Professor Zane discovered her compromising position? Would he take delight in torturing her further?
With each forceful thrust, the heavy set man took her closer to the edge of pleasure and pain.
Destiny's Dream could no longer differentiate between the two sensations, her entire being consumed by the intensity of the experience.
Despite her submission, she refused to break entirely. As the brutality of her surroundings began to affect her psyche, she resolved to fight back against the corruption threatening to engulf her. The large took out every ounce of his anger on the former heroine. Pounding her ass mercilessly.
As she writhed beneath him, she noticed another man approaching. This one was younger, with a dark complexion and piercing eyes. A smile played upon his lips, reflecting a combination of arrogance and malice.
He stood tall and proud, reveling in his newfound power over the fallen heroine. He glanced at Destiny's Dream with a look of mischief, as if daring her to try and resist him.
Destiny's Dream looked up at him, her eyes brimming with anguish and despair. She could see the darkness within him, mirroring her own inner turmoil. Her gaze locked with his, conveying a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.
The young man smiled, feeling a sense of power surging through him as he stared into her eyes.
"Why does your punishment excite you?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear and loathing. The young man's smile widened, revealing his sharp canines.
"Because," he replied, "your captivity is an opportunity for us to break you completely, to force you to accept your fate." His voice carried a dangerous edge, his intentions clear.
He leaned in closer, running his hand seductively along her back. "Every time we defile you, it breaks you a little more. Every time you submit, your soul becomes darker."
Destiny's Dream stared at him in horror, understanding the implications of his words. She realized that there was no escape from this cycle of degradation and abuse. No matter how many times she submitted, the darkness would continue to consume her.
She struggled to find the strength to resist him, but his allure proved too strong.
The young man began to caress her shoulders, slowly working his way down her arms, teasing her sensitive skin with his fingers. As his hands moved lower, Destiny's Dream felt a rush of heat surge through her body, her muscles tensing in anticipation.
The young man leaned forward, his breath tickling her earlobe as he whispered, "Do you remember when you used to taunt us? When you promised to put us behind bars?" Destiny's Dream winced, recalling those boastful days with a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia.
She recalled the pride she had taken in putting away scum like him, unaware of the dark turn her life would eventually take. "Yes," she responded softly, unable to meet his gaze. "But now... Now I understand..."
The young man leaned in closer, his body casting a shadow over hers. "We were always stronger than you," he whispered, his warm breath brushing across her cheek.
"And now, you are weaker than us. You are nothing but a broken shell, ready to be filled with our desires."
Destiny's Dream shuddered, feeling her resolve weaken in the face of his words. The young man grinned triumphantly, pulling her closer to him. "So tell me, Destiny's Dream," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "Do you enjoy being treated like this?"
Destiny's Dream closed her eyes, tears stinging as she forced herself to answer truthfully.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I do enjoy being treated like this, because it shows me how powerless I truly am." The young man smirked, his confidence soaring as he realized the extent of her submission.
As they continued their conversation, the room around them seemed to grow dimmer, the walls closing in on Destiny's Dream. The sounds of moans and groans reverberated throughout the space, serving as a constant reminder of her fate.
“Good, bitch” he condescended her, “And like all good bitches, you deserve to suck on a bone. Open wide slut!"
With a look of hopelessly bewilderment, as the large man behind her continued to hammer away into her powerless ass, she opened her mouth. The tall man unzipped his pants and teased her lips with the tip of his cock.
Destiny's Dream whimpered softly, feeling her mouth go dry with anticipation.
Her heart raced wildly as the enormity of the situation dawned on her.
This was not a game anymore; this was reality.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gently opened her mouth wider, preparing to take him inside.
With each step, Destiny's Dream felt her resolve slipping further away. The world around her had shifted, transformed into a twisted reflection of her former self.
Once filled with power and purpose, she now found herself submissive and enslaved, driven only by her desire to survive the harsh reality of her present circumstances. The thought of escaping from this hellish existence seemed increasingly distant, as the weight of her helplessness bore down upon her like a crushing force.
Destiny's Dream gasped as the tall man penetrated her mouth, pushing deeper with each thrust. His scent was foreign yet tantalizing, filling her senses with a heady mix of sweat, lust, and fear.
Each time he thrust into her mouth, Destiny's Dream experienced an intense wave of both pleasure and disgust. It was as though her body was betraying her, enjoying the debauchery even as her mind raged against it.
As he reached his climax, his hold on her tightened, causing her to feel the powerful surge of his release deep within her throat. Her gag reflex threatened to kick in, but she managed to swallow his cum without incident.
The young man pulled out, a satisfied grin on his face.
"You have learned your lesson well, my dear," he said, admiring the droplets of saliva left hanging from her lips. "From now on, you will be prepared to serve any man who wishes to use you."
Destiny's Dream hung her head, her chest heaving with labored breaths. The humiliation of her situation threatened to suffocate her, but she steeled herself against the torrent of emotions surging through her.
Glancing between the young man and the older, brutish one, Destiny's Dream found solace in their shared disdain for her once-proud persona.
A sick sort of camaraderie developed between them, bound together by the mutual knowledge that each would ultimately exploit her in different ways. And yet, she still clung to the hope that somehow, somewhere, someone would come to save her from this nightmare.
Maxwell, who had been watching her debasement with immense entertainment interjected, “So, Destiny, I think it’s time you go online and apologize for your old ways. Pledge to be a slut to anyone who wants revenge or anyone who just wants to shame fuck you. Are you ready, slut? Ready for your grand coming out party?"
Maxwell smirked, his gaze lingering on her naked form while enjoying her distress.
Destiny's Dream's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes pleading for mercy. But she knew that this was merely the beginning of her transformation.
"I suppose," she answered hesitantly, her voice quivering with apprehension. "Let's get this over with."
The live streaming started, drawing in millions of viewers from all corners of the internet.
Destiny's Dream stood in front of the camera, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation. With each passing second, her self-respect diminished further as she realized that her life had become a living nightmare.
In her apology speech, Destiny's Dream expressed her deep regret for her past actions and the pain she had caused others. She acknowledged her mistakes and vowed to make amends by offering herself to anyone who wished to use her for their pleasure. The crowd watched on, filled with an air of sadism and excitement.
As Destiny's Dream began to strip, she felt her shame intensify. Each article of clothing she removed, the heavier the burden became. Her skin crawled as she approached the webcam, the harsh lights illuminating every imperfection on her flesh.
She trembled under the bright spotlight, struggling to maintain eye contact with the screen. As she spoke, her voice wavered with trepidation, her words barely audible over the cacophony of catcalls and whispers from the viewers.
Her vulnerability was palpable, etched deeply into her pale skin.
Maxwell Thompson watched intently, his mind racing with ideas. He couldn't help but admire her courage in the face of such adversity.
Unfortunately, her efforts were futile. The cruel manipulation of her captors had already begun, and they reveled in exploiting her weaknesses.
They stripped her down further, displaying her for the world to see - not just her physical vulnerabilities, but also her mental and emotional ones. The cameras panned back and forth, recording her raw despair as she submitted to the perverse demands of her audience. In the background, Maxwell could be seen watching her carefully, calculating his next move.
Meanwhile, Destiny's Dream was experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions – shame, fear, humiliation, and something else she couldn't quite define.
It wasn't exactly arousal, but rather an odd, conflicted mix of emotions that left her feeling more exposed than ever before. This was not what she had signed up for, but there was no going back now.
Maxwell studied her carefully, taking note of her struggles. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing her like this – broken, helpless, and at his mercy. He knew that it would only get worse for her from here on out. However, he also felt a spark of sympathy for her predicament.
Despite her earlier bravado, it was clear that Destiny's Dream was a vulnerable human being, caught in a web of deceit and cruelty. It pained him to witness her suffering, knowing that there was little he could do to help her.
As the live feed continued, the audience's demand for Destiny's submission grew more intense. The comments section exploded with lewd remarks and suggestions, further fueling her humiliation.
Destiny's Dream felt her body tremble with the effort of maintaining composure, as she endured the barrage of degrading remarks directed at her. Despite her discomfort, she remained steadfast in her commitment to her newfound path. In the final moments of the live stream, in her fully denuded form she picked up two pronged vibrator. Jamming one end into her vagina and the other into her anus. She stared deeply into the camera lens reiterating her apology as tears streamed down her cheeks and she solemnly pledged to be a slut to anyone who wants revenge against her or anyone who ever wished to use her as their own personal cum dumpster.
Destiny's Dream, sobbing uncontrollably, turned to Professor Zane. “Professor Zane, where should I start?”
Without missing a beat, he responded, “Why don't we begin with a taste of what's to come? I believe you know how to properly please a man, don't you?”
Destiny's Dream nodded, her tears mixing with the drool from the vibrator in her mouth.
As he thrust into her mouth, Destiny's Dream gagged, fighting back the urge to vomit. The thought of him using her like this was beyond her wildest nightmares, yet she knew she had no choice but to submit.
Her heart raced as she awaited her turn to be used. The room echoed with the moans and groans of those who had already claimed their share of her, leaving her shivering in anticipation.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the horrifying reality surrounding her. Her hands, tied behind her back, ached from the strain, but she refused to give in to the pain.
As the line formed before her, she braced herself for what lay ahead. With each approaching figure, her dread grew stronger, her resolve faltering under the pressure of impending abuse. She clenched her teeth, willing herself to remain strong, to endure whatever came her way.
However, as much as she was overwhelmed by the shame and debasement, as always she came powerfully, trembling and crying all over like a mare in heat.
Her nipples were hard and erect, the muscles of her arms and legs rippling from the exertion, every cell in her body screaming out in release. Even as she continued to perform, her mind drifted to thoughts of escape and retribution, dreaming of the day when she would finally be free of this hellish existence.
Professor Zane signed off the live stream as he ejaculated into the former and now disgraced heroine’s mouth with an absolute look of total self satisfaction on his contemptuous face.
He took out a bottle of tequila and poured some onto his penis, then thrust it forcefully into Destiny's Dream's mouth. Her eyes widened, gagging from the sudden shock. The bitter taste of alcohol mixed with the salty liquid of his semen filled her mouth. She forced herself to swallow, trying not to throw up at the unexpected and cruel act. She began to cry again as her inner thighs trembled as she helpless screamed out another orgasm while her body shuddered uncontrollably.