Diabolical Double Team

Ivy Ireland stands naked between two wooden posts, wrists and ankles lashed tight, arms stretched overhead. She looks good enough to break. Leigh Raven and The Pope close in, the way wolves size up a trapped doe. The Pope shoves a ball gag between her teeth, then stripes her tits and cunt with the flogger while Leigh slaps hard at her long legs. Leigh grabs a ribbed baton and swings, leaving raised welts. The Pope pins dozens of clothespins across her skin and knocks them off in stinging bursts. Together they work her pussy until she shakes apart and comes. Later she hangs upside-down, dangling from one ankle. Blindfolded, nose and mouth sealed by Leigh’s palm, The Pope grinds a vibrator against her clit until she bucks and screams through the gag. They stretch her body between them while the toy stays pinned to her, and she thanks them between ragged breaths. Finally she’s on her back, legs spread wide in rope. The Pope shocks her with a zapper, then drives a dildo-on-a-stick deep while Leigh clamps her throat. They trade off—one choking, one buzzing—until Ivy’s soaked and shaking, forced through orgasm after orgasm, used up and grateful.