merciless Homecoming of Sophia Locke

Sophia starts the day caged in a wooden box. Her head pokes through a wooden stock like a cheap hole waiting to be used. The Pope circles her, rattles her nerves, then blindfolds her. In the sudden dark he slips around the cube, zapping her with electricity—each shock landing on unmarked skin. She jolts, gasps, but stays put. He rewards her grit with the first orgasm, fingers and a vibrator working her until her thighs shake. Next he drags her face-down onto cold steel that pins her knees and ankles. Her perfect ass and bare soles face him now. A flogger licks across her cheeks, then a cane snaps down—sharp, quick, relentless. He adds bastinado to her feet, striking hard until each blow echoes. She can’t twist free; steel cuffs lock every limb. When the cane finally pauses, he slams a thick dildo into her soaked cunt and grinds a vibrator against her clit, forcing one long, gushing climax after another. For the last round Sophia kneels inside a rigid neck yoke. Steel bars spread her thighs wide, leaving her pussy open and dripping. He goes back to her helpless soles with cane and rod, striking until she howls. Sweat runs down her tits. Still he doesn’t stop—vibrator pressed flat to her clit, the dildo pumping, wringing the last raw orgasms out of her shaking body.