Stay still.

The ball gag stifled your cries, drool pooling as the buttplug’s vibrations ravaged your core, the chastity cage a relentless prison. The frilly pink dress stuck to your skin, the “Crestwood’s Pet” diaper sagging around your thighs, marked with the fresh “QOS” tattoo. You stayed still, defeated, as Sophie rode Malik with wild abandon, her moans piercing the air. Her skirt bunched up, exposing her as his thick cock plunged into her dripping pussy, her body shuddering with each thrust. She screamed, “Yes, fuck me harder!” climaxing as he gripped her hips, his grunts mixing with her gasps until he spilled inside her, their juices glistening in the moonlight. The crowd cheered, phones capturing every thrust.

Malik lifted Sophie off, his cock still hard, and turned to you. “Let’s check that brand,” he growled, yanking your diaper lower. His rough fingers traced the tattoo, smearing it with Sophie’s cum from his hand, the wet heat a degrading violation. Emma laughed, Riley zoomed in, and the livestream chat erupted with insults, your humiliation complete under Crestwood’s cruel gaze.