Winter Solstice Party

The house slaves hang like silent dolls, every inch of them wrapped tight in white gauze. Only their lips and holes stay open for the guests. A blonde on the table flinches as hot wax drips down her ribs, each bead hardening on pale skin. Next to her a black-haired girl lies bent over a bench, wrists and ankles lashed with rope that creaks when the first cock drives deep into her ass. Her moans pull two more men close; one shoves his shaft between her lips, the other pins her wrists tighter. Someone else grips the mummified blonde by the hips, rips open the cloth between her thighs and pounds her cunt until her whole body shakes. Another candle tips, more wax lands, and the air turns thick with sweat, smoke and raw need. Every few minutes a slave cries out, coming hard while still bound, and the party just laughs and keeps going.