Brooke's merciless Bondage

Brooke Johnson walks back in with one thing on her mind: pain. The Pope gets her ankles locked to a wooden chair and her knees and wrists lashed to posts so she’s spread wide and sitting straight. The ball gag stays in place while the crop starts working her skin. He lays stripe after stripe until her flesh is hot and red, then hangs a fourteen-pound bowling ball from her throat, turning every breath into work. When the air games finish, the knotted leather flogger comes out, followed by the strap, each swing landing harder than the last. Only after her shoulders are shaking does he press the Hitachi between her legs and let her come. Next she hangs upside-down, hips in rope, wrists clipped to ankles. The Pope swings again, canes her thighs, then loops her neck to a heavy metal shoe to stop the sway. Once she’s steady, he fucks her dripping cunt with a thick dildo and the vibe until another orgasm rips through her. For the finish he balances her on a wooden crate, neck weighted once more, and brings the cane down across her ribs, stomach, and thighs. Every mark makes her shake, and every hit is followed by the Hitachi driving her past the edge until she’s screaming through the pain and pleasure at once.