Chapter 7: The Depths of Degradation

Kim slowly lifted herself off Kieran's face, her purple tights glistening with saliva as she pulled away from his nose. The fabric was stretched and distorted, a twisted testament to her actions. Kieran lay there, his eyes fixed on her, his mind still reeling from the horror of what had just happened. He was a slave, a plaything, and Kim was his master. As Kim stood up, she pulled her tights up, adjusting them to their normal position. She didn't seem to notice Kieran's gaze, or if she did, she didn't care. She was still in control, still in charge. Kieran, on the other hand, was broken, his spirit crushed beneath her heel. Kim walked over to the door and called out, "Khloe, come in." Her voice was loud and clear, and Kieran could hear the sound of footsteps outside the room. The door opened, and Khloe walked in, a look of curiosity on her face. "Hey, sis," Khloe said, her eyes scanning Kieran's battered body. "What's going on?" Kim smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I was just taking care of our little slave here. He needed a reminder of his place." Khloe nodded, her eyes lingering on Kieran's face. "I see," she said. "And how's he doing?" Kim shrugged. "He's still a bit defiant, but I'm working on that. He needs to learn to obey, to serve." Khloe walked over to Kieran, her eyes studying him. "He's not very attractive, is he?" she said, her voice critical. Kim frowned. "That's not the point. He's a slave, a possession. He exists to serve us, to do our bidding." Khloe nodded, her eyes still fixed on Kieran. "I see," she said. "Well, in that case, I think I'll take him for a spin. He looks like he could use a bit of training." Kim raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Be my guest," she said. "But be careful, he's still a bit fragile." Khloe smiled, a cruel smile. "Don't worry, sis," she said. "I'll take care of him." As Khloe reached out to grab Kieran, he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the worst. He knew that he was in for a long night, a night of degradation and pain. And he knew that he would never be the same again.