Community Dinner: Slave correction

The evening opens with the Steward staring down tramp, and something sharp flashes in his eyes. She’s already strapped to the cross. He sets the consort right in front of her, forcing tramp to watch every inch of what’s coming because her fuck-ups put the consort in the hot seat too. The Butler waits off to the side, silent muscle in a black suit. When the Steward yanks both women’s collars and cuffs off, the message is clear: those marks of ownership are gone until the girls earn them back the hard way. He gives the Butler a nod. The man steps forward, unzips, and a heavy black cock swings out, thick enough to make tramp swallow. He grabs the consort first, bends her, and drives straight into her ass. No warm-up, no mercy, just brutal, pounding strokes that slap skin and knock the breath from her lungs. He slams until her knees give, then pulls free, turns, and buries the same slick length in tramp while the consort watches. Back and forth he goes, using each hole like a shared fucktoy, rotating until both women are drooling and shaking. The Steward lets it run, then steps in. He takes his turn on each of them, thick cock splitting them open, hands tight on their hips, until the room smells like sweat, lube, and well-fucked slaves. The rotation never stops. The lesson sinks deeper with every thrust.