Young Slut Learns the Ropes : Raven Lane

Raven Lane shows up raw and willing. The Pope puts her straight into a tight ground tie that pins her face-down, one shoulder higher than the other, every twitch pulling against the next rope until she’s breathing through strain. He works her over with the crop first, each stripe sharp, until she’s shaking. Then he slides in and fucks her while the vibe stays locked on her clit, coaxing the edge she can’t quite reach on her own. She comes hard, drooling into the floor. Next she’s bent over, arms wrenched high behind her, neck lashed to the spreader bar that keeps her thighs wide. The crop paints fresh welts across her ass; each lash makes her jerk against the ropes and moan louder. When the welts bloom red he swaps the crop for his cock, driving into her until she’s dripping down her own thighs. Final round: she’s on her back, wrists bound to ankles, both lashed to a pipe so her soles face up. He starts with the cane on her feet, but she folds too fast, so he trades back to the crop, striping her arches until the only sounds she makes are broken little gasps. Once the pain plateaus he buries himself in her again, vibe buzzing hard against her clit, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of her until she’s limp, used, and still twitching.