Pain Therapy

Charlie Valentine’s back, legs spread and nerves already lit. The Pope moves in quiet, buckles a ball gag between her teeth, and starts working her shaved cunt with one hand while the other pinches those stiff nipples. A flogger snaps across her tits, then her stomach, then lower—each strike sharpening everything that feels good. He ties her standing, wrists and ankles wide. The tails lick the inside of her thighs before kissing her swollen pussy, slow and teasing. Soon his fingers are inside her and a vibrator rides her clit; she jerks, squeals around the gag, and he adds a rope that grinds right over the same spot every time she moves. Lotus-bound now, clothespins pinch across both breasts. A spiked wheel rolls over her nipples, stinging and clicking. He knocks the pins off with the flogger, clips them back on, then touches the electro wand to skin until her whole body jumps. Last round: hog-tied on hands and knees. Cane and paddle snap across her bare feet while the flogger stripes her back. A dildo on a pole fucks her deep; the vibrator stays glued to her clit. She comes hard, loud, shaking in every rope until the noise finally drops out of her.