Krysta Kaos: The Return of Kaos

Krysta and The Pope have history. The kind you feel in your gut. She's tied to a chair, neck rope already waiting, when he walks in. No small talk. He makes her come first—hard, sudden—pulling the nerves out through her cunt before the real pain starts. Then he suspends her sideways and the cane lands. Every strike lands where it hurts most: inner thigh, tit, sole of the foot. She shakes, she holds, she breaks a little. He fucks her throat, fucks her cunt, fucks the fight out of her until she comes so hard she almost swings off the rope. Last position, she’s on her back, legs wrenched wide and high. Cane again, then his hand around her throat, then his cock until her whole body jerks and she’s left sobbing on the floor, soaked, wrecked, grinning through the mess.