Fucked & Stuck

The Pope finishes the job. Katie Kush hangs already, wrists lashed behind her back, one leg yanked up and spread-eagle overhead, the other foot weighted with a fourteen-pound bowling ball pulling at her big toe. One ponytail is knotted off, pinning her head in place so she can’t twist away. With her open like that, The Pope doesn’t waste time. Hitachi first, buzzing her swollen clit until her thigh shakes against the rope. Then the thick dildo drives straight into her cunt, and he fucks her hard, hips snapping, until she breaks and comes in ragged gasps. Next suspension: one knee hooked high, arms again behind her, ball-gag crammed between her teeth. He takes hold of her nipples and swings her like a pendulum, tits pulled, body rocking, every swing making her moan around the rubber. When he’s done playing, the flogger lands—steady, heavy strokes that pink her pale skin. Heat spreads, then the vibrator returns and forces another orgasm out of her whether she’s ready or not. Last position: strapped to a wooden plank, head lower than her feet. A bucket of water waits beside him. Iron bar in her fist for the safe signal, pillowcase pulled over her face, and then cold water pours, cup after cup, until every breath is a fight. She holds, shakes, endures. When it’s done, he rewards her. She took it all like the filthy blonde she is.