Rocky Emerson: A Tall Tail

Rocky Emerson’s long frame lies twisted on a wooden box. One leg stretches high, the other nailed flat. The Pope steps close and hammers her flesh with crops and canes, then shoves a thick dildo deep inside her cunt. Steel bites her wrists and ankles; she thrashes, but the cuffs don’t give. Next he seats her upright on a steel rig, legs split wide and lashed with heavy belts. A flogger beats her tits until the skin burns red. He trades the tails for metal claws that rake across the welts and make her gasp. Every stroke drags her closer to the edge, yet he backs off just before she can tip. Finally she’s pinned on the floor inside wooden stocks that stretch her lean body tight. The Pope returns with two crackling cattle prods. Sparks dance against her skin; each jolt tears a scream from her throat. Pain and pleasure crash together until she can’t tell one from the other. She fights to the last spark, coming hard and loud, refusing to quit.