Stefano takes his daughter on a night walk

Nightwalk Exhibition: A Daughter's Public Corruption

The Leashed Departure

The crisp night air bit at Rebecca’s exposed skin as Stefano led her down the dimly lit streets of Torino, the leather collar around her throat secured by a matching leash. His oversized coat—reeking of musk and sex—barely covered her slender frame, the hem brushing mid-thigh but doing nothing to conceal the glint of the ruby-studded plug nestled between her cheeks. Every step made the silicone shift inside her, a constant reminder of her training.

"D-Daddy, someone will see—" she whispered, her breath fogging in the cold.

Stefano smirked, giving the leash a sharp tug that sent her stumbling against him. "That’s the point, principessa." His hand slid under the coat, groping her bare ass, fingers teasing the base of the plug until she whimpered. "Tonight, you’re my pet. And good pets obey."

A group of men turned the corner, their laughter dying as their eyes locked onto Rebecca’s exposed legs, the flash of pale thigh where the coat parted. Stefano’s grip tightened.

"Knees. Now."

The First Public Display

Rebecca dropped to the pavement, the cold concrete biting her knees as Stefano unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing free. The men froze, their phones already lifting.

"Suck," Stefano ordered, his voice laced with hypnotic command.

Rebecca’s lips parted, her tongue laving the head before taking him deep. The crowd erupted in murmurs, one man fumbling to record as she gagged around Stefano’s girth.

"Fuck, that’s hot—"

"Is that his daughter?!"

Stefano’s hand fisted in her hair, fucking her throat in brutal strokes, her spit dripping onto the sidewalk. The plug in her ass rocked with each thrust, the stretch bordering on painful—until the crest on her abdomen flared, sending a bolt of pleasure through her core.

"They’re filming you," Stefano growled, his hips snapping forward. "Look at them. Let them see what a whore you are."

Rebecca’s eyes watered, but she obeyed, her gaze locking onto the voyeurs as Stefano came down her throat with a roar.

The Hypnotic Aftermath

The men blinked, dazed, as Stefano’s power slithered into their minds.

"Delete the footage," he murmured, his voice a velvet command. "But first… send it here." A flick of his wrist, and his burner account flashed on their screens.

One by one, they complied, their memories of the last five minutes dissolving like smoke. Stefano smirked as notifications lit up his phone—each video saved, each witness erased.

Rebecca panted on her knees, Stefano’s cum glistening on her chin. "Daddy, I—"

"Shh." He hauled her up, his hand slipping between her legs to find her soaked. "We’re just getting started."