Rigid Bondage and Unstoppable Orgasms

Lilly wants The Pope. Bad. Pain, orgasms, both until she breaks. She starts locked in a steel rig that clamps her whole body, leather head harness biting down on the ball gag in her mouth. He lays into her skin and welts bloom fast. He shifts his strikes to keep the marks small, but she still glows red. When he decides she’s had enough hurt, he flips the switch to pleasure. Next rig: Lilly flat on her back, legs wrenched wide and bolted down with steel pipes so she’s nearly folded in half. Her cunt is wide open and waiting. He starts with impact, moves to the soles of her feet, beating them until she’s shaking. Then the real work begins. A handheld fuck machine pounds her hole without mercy while a vibrator pins her clit. She comes hard, again, again, until her voice cracks. Last position: suspended spread-eagle, wrists and ankles cuffed in leather and chained so she hangs helpless. Nothing supports her except the Sybian wedged tight against her pussy. Her full weight presses down on the buzzing saddle. Orgasms rip through her, one after another, until she’s limp and gasping, every drop wrung out.