Chapter 4: The Darkness Deepens

As Kylie disappeared into the hallway, Kieran lay there, his body throbbing with pain, his mind reeling with the horror of what had just happened. He had thought that he had hit rock bottom, but he was wrong. The twisted game that the Kardashian-Jenner clan was playing was far from over, and he was about to be subjected to another brutal and violent attack. Just as he was starting to drift off into a state of numbness, he heard the sound of Kim's voice, her footsteps thundering down the hallway. The door to his room burst open, and Kim strode in, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. She was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting leggings, and her feet were shod in a pair of stinky sneakers. Without a word, Kim strode over to the bed and straddled Kieran's face, her smelly tights-clad crotch hovering inches from his nose. Kieran's stomach churned with revulsion as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to turn his head away, but Kim's hands were like clamps, holding him in place. "You're going to learn to love the smell of our pussies, Kieran," Kim sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "And you're going to learn to take it, no matter how much you hate it." With that, Kim dropped her tights-clad crotch onto Kieran's face, her stinky flesh pressing down on his nose and mouth. Kieran gagged and choked, but Kim just laughed, her body rocking back and forth as she rubbed her crotch against his face. The smell was overpowering, a noxious mix of sweat and cheap perfume that made Kieran's eyes water. He tried to breathe, but the air was thick with the stench of Kim's body. He was trapped, unable to escape, as Kim used him for her own twisted pleasure. As Kim's body began to shudder and convulse, Kieran realized that she was on the verge of orgasm. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the horror of what was happening, but it was no use. Kim's voice was like a distant echo, her words indistinguishable from one another as she reached a screaming climax. The sound of Kim's orgasm was like a trigger, a signal that the attack was over. Kim stood up, her chest heaving with exertion, and stared down at Kieran with a look of satisfaction. "You're one of us now, Kieran," she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll never be able to escape." As Kim turned to leave, Kieran lay there, his body shattered, his mind reeling. He was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the twisted desires of the Kardashian-Jenner clan. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew that he would never be the same again.