The Auditons Part Two

Peter Acworth storms through the Armory basement, pissed that his slaves still aren't ready for the cocktail party next month. He drags James Mogul down there with a simple order: line up fresh meat and run a full audition. Satine Phoenix is among the ones waiting, still burning with shame after she passed out from low blood sugar at The First Supper. Maestro stands ready to handle. Cherry Torn watches, freshly collared, her body marked from her own brutal training. They put each applicant through the wringer—ass spread and filled, muscles straining under bondage, tits bound and slapped, cocks measured against trembling holes—until only the strongest, wettest, most obedient sluts remain.