Service Day

Sparky Sin Claire and Iona Grace hustle through the house like two slaves dodging a lash. Sophie Monroe drives them up stairs, down corridors, into every position she can invent. Knees spread. Backs arched. Mouths open. She tests how deep they can take it, no mercy, no rest. Both girls gag and drool, eyes wet, but they keep their throats working. Good behavior earns them heavy steel plugs shoved between their cheeks; bad behavior earns another round on their knees. Sophie pushes the toys home, twists them, then drags orgasms out of both slaves until their legs shake and their voices crack. Sweat, spit, and raw need fill the air. The three of them move like they have something to prove, bodies grinding, holes filled, every command obeyed without hesitation. It's service stripped to the bone, filthy and exact.