Stefanos' Brunch: BDSM Debauchery

The House brunch opens with the Steward dragging Tramp and Pistol in front of every watching guest. He bends Tramp over the long table, yanks her arms behind her back, and starts caning her bare ass in measured, hard strokes that echo off the walls. Each crack makes her jerk forward, tits mashed to the wood, while he counts the stripes aloud for the crowd. Pistol stands beside her, wrists already cuffed, forced to watch every blow. When the Steward finishes with Tramp he turns on Pistol, shoving her down to her knees and locking thick leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles so she’s trussed and helpless on the floor. They move to the lounge. A tall cage waits, door open. The Steward hauls Pistol inside, slams the door, and snaps a padlock shut. She’s left kneeling, naked, ass pressed to the bars. Guests circle the cage, hands reaching through the gaps to grope her tits, pinch her nipples, and slide fingers between the cold steel to finger her cunt. Someone forces her face against the bars so another guest can shove a cock through and fuck her mouth while fingers keep working her from behind. Across the room Tramp is on her back across a low couch, legs spread wide. A guest straddles her chest and pushes his cock between her bound tits while another slides in from behind and starts fucking her ass raw. Every thrust knocks her forward, her mouth open around the cock above her, spit and pre-cum running down her chin as the two men use her in rhythm.