Sadistic Desires

Sarah Arabic knows what she’s in for. Her arms are lashed behind her, bamboo jammed between her elbows so she can’t move. Her legs are spread and nailed to the floor, every inch of skin on display for The Pope. He starts at her nipples, twisting and pulling until they stand stiff, then jams a ball gag between her teeth and swings the flogger straight between her thighs. The leather slaps wet flesh and she jerks, spit already dripping down her chin. He works up her tits and stomach, then spins her around and lays the tails across her ass until the skin blushes deep red. When she thinks she’s caught her breath, he switches to the leather hammer and drives punches into both cheeks, the thud echoing off the walls. He presses the Hitachi to her cunt while the punches keep coming. She comes fast, hard, body shaking, drool pouring past the gag. The Pope bends her over a padded sawhorse, ties her hair to the ceiling so her back arches, wrists and ankles fixed tight. He pulls out Fluffy and tenderizes her ass and thighs until they glow, then drives punches into her back and kneads the hot skin with his hands. The flogger returns, striping her ass and back in sharp, rhythmic strokes. Then he shoves a thick dildo-on-a-stick down her throat, making her gag and choke, before burying it in her soaked pussy. The Hitachi joins it; she comes again, legs trembling, drool running in strings. Finally she’s stretched out on a wooden table, wrists and ankles lashed to poles so she’s spread wide. The crop snaps across her soles, then bites her pussy and thighs. The Pope works crop and vibrator together until her whole body locks up and she comes so hard the ropes creak.