Kitty & Puppy Party

The Upper Floor throws open its doors tonight, trainers and owners dragging their puppies and kitties into a room thick with hunger. House slaves drop to hands and knees, stripped of anything human, leashed tight. Black hair tumbles down bare backs while rope bites into wrists and ankles, every tug a reminder they crawl, not walk. Guests whistle, order tricks; sluts arch, bark, mewl, asses raised, holes exposed. One girl’s face pressed to the floor, cheeks spread, gets worked open without mercy—fingers, tongue, then thicker invasion. She stays still, bound and dripping, taking what she’s given until the next hand claims her. No pride left, only the need to please. Each thrust shoves her forward, her collar jingling with every desperate clench.