Service Day: Slave Consort

The Pope has the house slaves kneel in a row. He walks the line with Jessie Cox at his side. Every slave has to prove her ass will take it raw and hard before the night is over. Kait Snow is stripped first. Jessie ties her wrists to the post above her head. The cane lands across Kait’s backside in quick, mean strokes. She flinches but keeps her feet flat. Jessie rubs the welts then slides two fingers into Kait’s ass, testing how fast she opens. Satisfied, he greases a thick plug and works it in while Kait bites her lip to stay quiet. The plug stays seated while Jessie moves to the next slave. Each girl gets the same treatment: cane, fingers, then the plug that must stay until the Governess gives the nod. The tension in the room is thick. Sweat beads on skin. The only sounds are the smack of wood on flesh and the wet click of lube. When every slave has passed the plug test, Jessie lines them up again. Kait is still bent and plugged, breathing hard, eyes down. The Steward steps forward with the final command: whoever holds the plug longest while being fucked in the ass earns the consort collar. The Pope watches, arms folded, waiting to see which slave breaks first.