Costume Party

Lora Cross drags her naked slave Peyton into a quiet bedroom before the party even starts. The air crackles between them. Peyton keeps her eyes low, collar shining under the harsh light. They are about to dress, ready to show off, when Rosie and Blake shove through the door and the yelling erupts. Words fly, tempers snap. Lora steps in, tries to calm it, but the noise keeps coming. She’s had enough. She nods once at Peyton. No hesitation. Peyton helps Lora grab wrists, strip away clothes, and bind both women with whatever’s on hand—rope, scarves, anything tight enough to hold. Mouths are stuffed, gags knotted hard. The crop comes down sharp across pale skin, leaving red lines that bloom fast. Fishnets snag on their legs, showing every tremble. They thrash, fight, then slow, bodies yielding. Lora works methodically, Peyton circling to steady their shoulders, keep them still. Each strike lands with purpose until the fight drains out of Rosie and Blake. Only quiet breathing remains, tension replaced by submission. What Lora and Peyton do next stays between them and the room.