Electra Rayne: Pain and Suffering

Electra got on her knees the second she saw The Pope. Ass high. Ready. He cracked the heavy flogger across her flesh until the sting sank deep. Cane followed, then the crop, each blow peeling her open a little more. When she started to shake, he jammed the vibe against her swollen clit and let her break. Orgasms ripped through her fast and messy. Next he shoved a thick dildo into her cunt and fucked her with it until she was sloppy and dripping. Then he chained her to the wall, arms and legs spread, skin already burning. The cat-o-nine tails sang across her back, sharp and loud. She thought it was easing off until two cattle prods appeared. She hesitated, but he made her beg. One vibe on her pussy, one jolt at a time—she came hard while the current kissed her skin. Last scene, she’s flat on her back, arms pinned over her head, legs trapped in cold steel. Her spine bows, tits thrust up. The crop lands once and she screams. He keeps hitting until the pain melts into something darker, then swaps to the vibe again. Orgasms slam into her without mercy. She pleads for it to stop, but he doesn’t. She never knew coming could hurt this good.