Demonized

He dozes off with the Good Book in his hands and wakes up in hell. Genevieve comes roaring out of the flames right there in the pews, all black hair and bad intentions. She grabs the boy by the scruff and bends him to her will with a strap and a crop that whistle and crack. Nipple clamps bite and bite again. He’s on his knees licking boot leather before he knows what’s happening, tongue working while she grins down like sin itself. When she decides he needs one last lesson she stuffs that fat strap-on down his throat till his eyes water, then she bends him over the altar and takes his ass hard, hips slapping, each thrust shoving him deeper into the fire she lit inside him.