Service Day: Taking a Beating

House slave Grace is already strapped down, bare ass up, when The Pope steps in with his crop. He doesn’t warm her up. He lays it on hard—quick, vicious snaps across both cheeks that leave hot stripes and make her breath catch in her throat. The crop keeps coming, nailing the same sore spots until her skin blooms red and she jerks against the restraints, every hit echoing like a slap to the face. Across the room, house slave Sin’s straddling the Sybian, wrists cinched tight behind her. The machine’s already humming under her, cruel and steady, dragging thick, relentless pleasure straight through her clit. Her heavy tits bounce with every shiver the vibrations force out of her, nipples tight, sweat starting to bead down the curve of her breasts. She tries to lift off, tries to escape the overload, but the bondage holds her down and the Sybian doesn’t quit. Every time she gasps or swears, The Pope just smiles and turns the dial higher, pushing her past the point where she can hold back. Grace takes another hard lash, body lurching forward, and Sin’s moan cuts through the room—sharp, desperate, coming from somewhere deep in her chest. Neither of them gets to choose how much they take. The Pope keeps the crop moving, the machine keeps grinding, and both girls are left shaking, dripping, and completely at his mercy.