Seven Slave Intake Extreme Bondage, Exhausting Exercise, & Overwhelming Orgasms Expose the Weak

They line up under the lights, already stripped of names. Numbers hang off them like cheap tags. Cages wait in the dark. They go in, eyes wide, nothing to hold but the thought of what comes next. Dawn hits hard. Stefanos pulls them out one by one, cold concrete under bare feet. He sends the weak to the side before breakfast. Three drop fast; the rest keep their chins up and wait for the real pain. Clamps bite down on nipples. Weights swing. The first scream cracks the silence and the rest lock their jaws tight, fighting not to follow. Two more fall out, eyes wet, bodies shaking. Four left. Sybians hum to life beneath them. Motors grind slow, then harder. Every girl fights to stay still, thighs slick, breath short. No one’s allowed to come. The rule is simple: lose control and you lose the collar. Sweat runs down their backs while they grind, desperate, denied. Afternoon. Push-ups, squats, lunges until muscle burns and lungs claw for air. Two girls stay upright, barely. The others hit the floor. One final choice. The winner gets the collar. The loser walks out alone, marked by failure, the taste of almost still in her mouth.