The Full Package

River Lynn needs this kind of hurt. The Pope lives to give it. So they skip the warm-up. She’s stretched between two trees in a sheer lace bodysuit. He slices it away like wrapping paper, leaves her bare in the sun. The flogger lands first on her tits, belly, ass. Then he trades up to the cat. Its nine tails carve a sharper sting. Her skin goes pink, then red, then screaming. He grabs the glowing flesh, squeezes, slaps, sinks fingers into her cunt and presses the Hitachi until she shakes through the first orgasm. Clothespins dot her nipples. He flicks them off with the cat, grinning each time one drops. Another round with the flogger, then the vibe again, wringing a second come from her raw clit. Next she’s strapped on a wooden box, gagged, legs spread. He works her folds with his hand, pinches the stiff nipples, then slaps the same strip of thigh over and over until the skin burns. Nipple clamps bite down. The crop adds purple streaks up her legs. No mercy. He re-ties her so her knees are high and wide, everything open. Pulls the clamps, rubs her clit, watches her jerk and flood. Then he adds the Hitachi, drives her past the edge until she’s thrashing, swearing, lost in it.