Stefanos' Brunch: Serve The House

The slaves exist for one purpose tonight. Guests want entertainment, not service. Stefanos starts slow. He makes each one kneel, spread, and take whatever his hands want to give. o gets his full attention first. He fingers her ass in front of everyone, opening her just enough to test her. kaos kneels beside him, slick fist ready. She pushes, twists, works o’s tight hole, but o’s body refuses. She grunts, shakes, stays closed. Stefanos watches the struggle, amused. He leaves her red-faced and empty. Later the table comes out. tramp is strapped down, thighs wide, ass up. kaos steps behind her and drives in without warning. Every thrust slams tramp forward against the wood. Stefanos takes the other end. Belt, cane, open hand—he layers pain over the pounding until tramp’s voice cracks. Sweat runs down her back. kaos keeps fucking. Stefanos keeps hitting. tramp’s legs tremble, then she breaks. Clear liquid sprays across the table, soaking the wood beneath her. Stefanos doesn’t let her rest until the last spasm fades. Then both men step back, leaving her dripping and spent for the watching crowd.