The Devotion of Ash

Ash made it through five brutal days. The Pope kept her. No transfer. He claimed her outright. The test was permanent marking, something the House never tried before. She hung naked, wrists and ankles bound high, while the guests circled. They squeezed her tits, fingered her cunt, slapped her ass. Hands turned to tongues as the house slaves licked every inch of her skin until she moaned. Then the men whipped her. Stripes burned across her ass and thighs until the flesh trembled. When Derrick Pierce and Bobby Bends stepped in, they grabbed her like a toy. They spun her between them, slammed into her pussy and ass, switched holes without pause. Ash lost rhythm. Her body forgot how to move. They yanked her off their cocks. She watched the house slaves drop to their knees and suck every cock in the room. Ash knelt empty, dripping, ignored. Derrick and Bobby shot their loads down other throats. When the last man finished, Ash was hauled forward. The tattoo needle buzzed. She cried as the Pope’s crest burned into her flesh, sealing her as his property.