Avery Jane: Helplessly Bound

Avery Jane waits in the dark, arms stretched high, legs spread wide. The ropes bite into her wrists and her thighs. She is already wet. The Pope circles her like a man who has been hungry for too long. He shoves a thick gag between her teeth. Her jaw stretches. First strike lands across her tits, leather tails snapping hard. She jerks, muffled cry swallowed. He does not stop. Every inch of her body catches fire under the flogger. Her big tits bounce, her stomach reddens, her thighs quiver. Sweat glistens on her dark hair, her nipples drawn tight. She starts to shake. He lowers her, rolls her onto her belly, and hauls her back up into a tight hogtie, toes pointed toward the ceiling. The cold metal spike drags slowly across her sensitive soles. One press. She screams into the gag. He does it again. Her back arches, tits thrust out. When the pain peaks he shifts, clamps her nipples hard, tugging and twisting until a wicked little grin breaks across her face. A thick dildo slides between her lips, gets slick and shiny. He drives it into her pussy without warning. The first orgasm rips through her, fast and violent. He keeps fucking her with it, pulling one climax after another until her legs tremble and spit drips from the gag. Finally he lays her on her back, legs spread open and helpless. The cane whistles down across her thighs. Welts rise fast, angry and red. She takes every stroke, eyes glassy, until he drops the cane and buries his fingers inside her once more. Her whole body locks, the last orgasm rolling through her like thunder while she hangs there, spent and dripping.