Relentless Submissive Gets Used

Lola Mai’s the kind of fresh meat The Pope loves. She gives everything up, no fight, no guard. He starts fast. Bends her over a barrel, back arched hard, arms locked overhead in thick rope. She can’t move. Then it begins. Flogger. Baton. Single tail that bites deep. Finally his fists—brutal, heavy, pounding against her ribs until the sound fills the room. She moans for more. Her cunt’s soaked every time he checks. A pure pain slut. Next he ties her over, ass pushed out. He works it over—hands, fists, cane, paddle, baton—until the skin glows pink and hot. Every strike lands. She takes it all. For the finish he kneels her upright, arms and legs locked down. Rope coils around her neck, hoisted just tight enough that every breath scrapes. Blindfold on. Then the cattle prod hits—shocks that jolt through her body, making her jerk and whimper. Only after she’s shaking does he press the vibrator to her swollen clit. She begs. He waits. When he finally lets her come, she collapses, gasping, wrecked, and dripping.