Sin's Decollaring

They strip the collar first. Sin kneels naked on the polished floor while a pair of gloved hands unbuckles the heavy leather band she’s worn for years. The click sounds louder than it should. Then the fucking starts. She takes it bent over the same bench where she once swore her oaths. One thick cock drives straight up her ass without pause, hips smacking loud against her firm cheeks. The next man swaps in before she can catch her breath, slamming deeper, stretching her open until the ring clenches and releases around every new inch. Sweat runs down her spine and soaks the wood beneath her knees. Her big tits swing free, nipples hard from the cool air and the steady pounding behind her. Every thrust pushes them forward; every pull drags them back. Hands reach in to squeeze and slap the heavy flesh while the line of waiting cocks keeps moving. They don’t ask. They just take. Sin’s breath comes short and ragged. Muscles stand out on her athletic thighs as she braces, trying to stay upright under the relentless rhythm. Cum already leaks down her crack, slicking the next cock that shoves inside. She grunts when it bottoms out, but she doesn’t pull away. This is the last time she’ll serve like this, and the house wants every hole used before they let her go. They flip her onto her back across the bench, legs held wide. Another man steps between them and drives straight into her ass again, deeper this time with the new angle. Her tits bounce with each impact. Fingers hook into her mouth, keeping it open so the next cock can slide across her tongue while her ass gets wrecked. The room smells like sweat, lube, and raw sex. When the final man finishes inside her, he leaves her hole gaping and dripping. Someone wipes the collar clean and places it beside her on the bench, a silent marker that service is over. Sin stays where they put her, chest heaving, skin marked red from hands and belts. The ceremony is done.