Taking a Beating

Liz Jordan wants another beating and The Pope is happy to deliver. Her wrists locked behind her back, knees pinned to a wooden crate, cunt spread open and waiting. He works the crop across her thighs, then her ass, each stroke leaving a thin red line that fades slow. Nipple clamps bite down hard; he knots the chain to her big toes so every twitch pulls. One zap from the wand and she jerks the clamps free, breathing like she just won a fight. The Hitachi lands on her clit and she comes fast, hips bucking against the wood, then he clamps her nipples again and walks away. Next she’s face-up on the floor, ankles lashed to a pulley. He hoists her feet until only the soles show, pale and perfect. The cane whistles. He rakes the tip across both nipples first, stretching them, then lays hard lines over the arches until she’s hissing. He lifts her higher, swings the cane into her ass, then slaps the heat in with an open palm. Fluffy thuds across her stomach, each blow making her swing. Another crank of the rope and she’s almost off the ground. He swaps the flogger for his fingers and the vibrator, driving her to a second orgasm while she dangles. One quick turn and she’s upside down, wrists and ankles bound to the same rig. The Hitachi wedges between her thighs; every pulse drags another climax out of her until she’s dripping down her own stomach. Final position: flat on the crate, arms stretched overhead, legs spread wide and locked open. Crop again—sharp, fast—then the dildo on a stick slides straight in. She comes the second it bottoms out. He trades the toy for the crop on her clit, then the vibrator, pushing her past the point where pain and pleasure blur. She shakes, swears, and keeps coming until he decides she’s done.