Lydia Black Endures

Lydia Black is small, tight, and loaded. She starts standing, pressed to a wooden post with her hands and throat lashed tight. The Pope looks her over, then runs a rope between her legs and hangs a bowling ball off her cunt. He shoves the vibrator against the swollen flesh until she shakes and gives him the orgasm he wants. She flips to her side next—arms pinned behind, one leg yanked high. He canes the sole of her foot until it burns, stripes her thigh until it welt, then pushes the cane across every inch of skin he can reach. One climax later he hauls her into the air by one ankle only. The pain rips through her, but he still works the vibrator until she breaks again. Last she lies belly-down in a hogtie, wrists and ankles bound to the same overhead line. Paddles crack against her ass, canes stripe her back, and a thick dildo slams into her mouth and cunt until she squirts in hard, wet bursts. When he’s finished, he strings her up by wrists and ankles and leaves her swinging like meat.