Service Day: Cricket

House slave 5 gets herself roped into a shrimp tie so tight her legs fold under her and her back arches hard. A rope runs from her hair to her nose, yanks everything upward, keeps her chin high and her breath sharp. The Pope and The Steward circle her like they already know the game. One of them grabs the cricket bat. They start tapping those full hips and the swell of her ass, not gentle, not hard yet, just enough to make the ropes creak and her body twitch. Each swing sends a jolt through her bound curves. She takes it in silence while sweat beads on her skin and the ropes hold every inch of her in place. The men keep the rhythm steady, turning her into the ball, the pitch, the whole damn match.