Whitney Wright: Tied, Tormented And Tamed

Whitney Wright is bound to a wooden chair, arms pulled down and out, legs forced wide, an extra rope circling her neck. The Pope strides in with a crop and snaps it across her skin. Her breath catches. He slips a blindfold over her eyes and watches the nerves flicker across her face. With sight gone, he toys with her, landing the crop where she least expects it. Metal clamps bite her nipples. Two fingers drive into her cunt and pull the first orgasm free, then another, until the vibe replaces his hand and she shakes so hard the chair rattles. Next she hangs in a full suspension, wrists lifted, legs spread. He presses against her, palms her bare pussy, and she melts on contact. Fingers and the vibrator work her without mercy, ripping climax after climax out of her until she can barely breathe. He pauses just long enough for her to find the ground, then starts again. Finally she lies on her back, one leg yanked high, the other lashed down, arms stretched above her. The crop finds every tender inch and she howls, but he keeps striking until the vibe returns to her swollen cunt and finishes the job, fucking every last ounce of resistance out of her.