Ryder Rey: Bound and Tormented for the First Time

Ryder’s petite frame tenses on the cold floor. She asked The Pope to break her in, and he moves with slow malice, mapping every inch of skin before the rope comes out. Heavy hands slap color into her ass, then the flogger curls hard across her shoulders; she jerks and the sound of leather on flesh fills the room. When the wand touches her bare slit, her breath stutters—she’s never had someone else twist the dial on her pleasure, and it shows in the desperate roll of her hips. Rope bites next. Hogtied, elbows wrenched high, bands pinching her soles, every shift sends sparks up her legs. He lifts her by the throat, fingers tightening until her eyes flutter, and while her air is stolen his cock drives straight into her cunt. The first orgasm slams into her without warning. He keeps the pressure, fucks her harder, then slides the wet shaft between her lips, pushing past her gag until spit runs down her chin. Back between her thighs he pounds again, pulling scream after scream from her until the floor is slick beneath them. On her back at last, legs splayed open, she’s offered like an offering. The wand returns, relentless. She shakes, pleads, tries to twist away, but he stays inside her—pushing, slapping, choking—until every nerve is raw and every climax tears through her shaking body.