House Celebration: Fire Play & Farewell Pope p. 2

James pins odile down and turns her solo endurance test into pure hell. Shackles bite at her ankles while chains drag her legs higher, each second turning heavier. She fights to keep focus on her cunt, fingers sliding over wet flesh, but Master Acworth walks over with a glass of ice water and dumps it right on her slit. She jerks, gasps, loses the thread. Guests circle closer, hard cocks in hand, watching the slave crack in real time. Across the room a skinny slave tramp gets split open by two thick dicks at once. She screams for permission to squirt, but they keep pounding, ignoring every plea. Her holes stay stuffed; her orgasm stays locked away. Sweat and spit streak her face while the crowd moves from scene to scene, fucking wherever there’s floor space. When the fire scene starts, odile is already raw and dripping. The Steward and Mistress Shay lay her out, stripe her skin with accelerant, and bring the flame. Bright lines race across her tits, stomach, thighs. She stays open, body offered, breath shaking as the heat kisses close. They control the fire like they control her—slow passes, sudden bursts, always one breath away from real burn. The room goes dead quiet, every eye on the girl glowing under flame.