Charlotte Sartre: Extreme Bondage

Charlotte knows exactly what she wants and it is brutal. The Pope is the only one she trusts to break her this hard. She starts trapped in steel, arms and legs yanked wide, every limb bolted tight so she cannot even twitch. Nipple clamps bite down and stretch to her toes. He beats the soles of her feet until she is gasping, then slides his cock into both her holes to remind her she is his to use. A vibrator pressed tight rips orgasm after orgasm from her while she writhes, unable to move away. Next she is bent backward, leather and steel locking her body into a painful arch. The bondage alone would break most. He brings the flogger down until her skin glows red, then slips a blindfold over her eyes and keeps striking. Her mind starts to fray. The Pope senses it and gives her another round of forced orgasms to pull her back from the edge. On the floor now, steel shackles weld her down. He plants his boot on her chest and presses until she gasps, then swings the cat-o-nine-tails until every inch of her stings. Hot wax follows, poured slowly until she screams louder with every drip. When her body is glazed in it, he focuses on her pussy and fucks her with the vibrator until the orgasms crash through her one after another, drawn out until he is satisfied she has given him everything she has.