April Olsen Dominated in merciless Bondage

April Olsen stands spread between two wooden columns, wrists locked, ankles clamped in steel. She’s new, trembling with curiosity. The Pope blinds her eyes first, so the rest hits twice as hard. The flogger lands, his hand cracks across her ass, two fingers drive straight into her cunt; she comes before she can even name what’s happening to her. After that opening round of orgasms, he buckles her down on her knees, arms yanked high behind her in a strappado. A fat red ball gag fills her mouth and the drool starts, thick ropes sliding down her tits. Heavy clamps bite her nipples and weights pull them toward the floor. She struggles to stay in the pain, so he presses a vibrator against her until she shakes through another orgasm. Still fighting the tension, she taps out on the clamps. He lets them go, trades them for the zapper, and April lights up again, ready to take more. More orgasms follow as reward. Then the final setup: she’s on her back, hips hoisted high in a brutal backbend, every muscle stretched to the limit. The Pope batters her with floggers, a crop, bare palms, driving her right to the edge. When she’s about to break he slides the sybian between her spread thighs and cranks it on. April comes in one long, helpless wave, shaking and sobbing until the scene burns itself into her memory, the day she gave everything to The Pope.