Kneel

"Get on your knees," Tommy said.

She hesitated, pleaded with her eyes. I can't handle this. But it was too late to turn back now. She could scream and cry and fight, but there was no release from the cube for nearly twenty four more hours.

She flinched when his hands touched her shoulders. Reluctantly, she dropped to her knees. Tommy stuffed one hand down his cargo shorts to rub his cock. Emma felt queasy watching him.

What must she look like to the growing crowd? Did they know she wasn't attracted to this man, that in fact, she had never met him and did not want him to touch her? Was her belief in humanity—that at their core, people were inherently good—so wrong?

If it was, then so be it. Let her performance send a different message: That society was broken, and needed to change. Let her ordeal be the evidence.

Tommy unbuttoned his shorts and freed his average cock. The head was slick with precum. Emma made no move to touch him. If she was to send her new message to the world, then Tommy had to make her suck his cock.

Maybe, a small piece of her hoped, he won't have the nerve to do it himself.

That hope was shattered instantly. With one hand, he held the back of her head and guided his cock between her lips with the other. Emma felt hot tears spill down her cheeks.

She had only ever performed oral on two ex-boyfriends. At the time, she had loved them both with everything she had. Allowing Tommy's cock to invade her mouth felt like a betrayal to herself. Never before had she felt such shame.

At least he wasn't too rough. He went to the back of her mouth, but never far enough to make her gag. Eventually, she felt his cock pulsating, heard his breathing go from deep to short and shallow as it quickened.

He pulled out, but continued to stroke himself. "Where do you want me to cum?"

She felt so flustered she almost didn't answer. "Th-the floor."

"Then jerk me off."

Thank God, she thought. She grabbed his dick, almost eagerly, before he changed his mind. His spurts landed in four lines, then dribbled in a small pool between his feet.

Emma felt relief that he was done.

"Now lick it up," he said."

"What?" she said in horror, eyes so wide they showed the whites.

He emphasized every word. "Lick. It. Up."

Emma, already on her knees, bent down to her hands as well. When her face was close enough to smell his semen she paused to look up at him. "Please."

"You have to follow my commands right?"

Why did he have to be first?"Y-yes."

"Then stop stalling and eat it."

The taste was salty and bitter, and her tongue served only to move it around. She tried for several agonizing minutes with only partial success. Glances at Tommy showed an ugly smile on his face as he continued to stroke his flaccid cock.

"If you slurp it up it'll be easier."

Emma gagged merely at the thought, but did as she was told. It did work better, and in a few disgusting minutes she had swallowed enough of his cum to satisfy him.

Finally, he buttoned his shorts and squeezed the door handle. "I'm gonna come back later to see you again," he said before he left.

Another person approached.