You Belong to Me

Gal Ritchie hangs naked, wrists cinched above her head, ball-gag stuffed between her teeth. Thick rope cinches her tits, turning them tight and swollen. The Pope swings a leather flogger across her ass until the skin blooms pink. He lifts one foot, knots it high behind her, and forces her to balance on the other while he presses a vibrator to her cunt. She comes hard, swaying. Both feet rise next; the rope takes her weight and The Pope swings her full off the floor, pulling a second, louder orgasm out of her suspended body. She drops, only to be hauled up again—this time upside-down, ankles lashed high, wrists locked behind her back. The flogger works her ass once more. Clamps bite her nipples, chains linking them forward and back. The Pope anchors her wrists to a post, stretches the nipple chain to another, then drives a dick-on-a-stick deep inside her. Every thrust jerks the clamps; her screams crack around the gag as fresh orgasms tear through her. Finally he spreads her on her back, legs splayed, ball-gag still silencing her. The crop snaps across her bare soles. A cane follows, striping the tender flesh. His hand clamps around her throat while the same toy pistons into her cunt, pushing climax after climax until her whole body shakes and the ropes creak.