Kristen Scott: Two Days Of Torment, Day Two

Kristen squats wide, arms and legs locked in a brutal spread. Clamps bite down on nipples, pussy, every raw spot they can reach. Weights tug at those nipples first, then heavier ones drag on the cunt, pulling pain deeper. The Pope forces the first orgasm fast. Kristen shakes, jerks, and lets it rip through. Next they’re flat on the floor, a wooden arch jammed under the back to keep the body bent and open. The cat-o-nine tails crack across skin, striping it red and tender. Metal claws rake the fresh marks, dragging more gasps out of Kristen’s throat. A wand presses tight to the clit while the flogger keeps landing, so every climax gets whipped right back out. Last, ropes yank Kristen into a hard suspension. Every knot cinches tighter, limbs stretched until the strain shows on their face. The Pope works the vibe between spread thighs, fingers sliding inside while Kristen swings and twitches. One after another the orgasms crash through, leaving them spent and shaking in the ropes.