Restriction Lifted

Ash counted the weeks until The Pope let her taste cock again. Three months without it, her cunt locked and every move cleared by him first. After the last round of shocks and spit, he hands her to Marco Banderas like a toy for use. She smiles when she feels that thick dick slide in—finally allowed to serve again. kaos kneels nearby, still auditioning to be the new slave consort, body perfect, eyes locked on orders. tramp is another story. She comes too hard while Ash’s face is buried between her legs, soaking Ash in a sudden squirt that leaves the rug dark. For that she gets the machine: a thick dildo pistoning her from behind, Marco’s cock right at her lips, Ash sucking hard at her clit. Every time tramp edges, her whole body jerks, trying not to lose it again. Guests strip. Pynki turns twenty-five and her Master parks her on the sybian, promising twenty-five raw orgasms while the crowd counts them out loud. Other women line up for their first ride, gasping as the machine drills straight through them. In the corners, slaves hang in tight ropes, taking whips that leave dark stripes, throats stretched around dick, asses split open. Everyone here knows the rules: obey, hold back until you’re told, and take whatever’s given.