Papal Bondage Confessions

Ana and Kacie, legs still shaking from the machine that just fucked them raw, are shoved onto their knees before the Pope. The session is just beginning. He straps a thick ball gag into Ana's mouth until her jaw strains, then does the same to Kacie, the leather cutting into their cheeks, spit already leaking. Bent over a padded bench, their asses are presented like offerings. He warms the cane across their cheeks with slow taps, then cracks it hard, welts rising instantly on Ana's pale flesh. Kacie whimpers through her gag as the next strike lands across her thighs. The Pope circles them, cane tapping, watching every flinch. Without warning he yanks both sluts' asses open and sinks a heavy dildo into each one, stretching them wide, making them take it to the hilt. The cane keeps falling. He drives the toys deeper with every stroke, alternating between punishment and penetration until the two women are drooling around their gags, bodies shaking, holes clenching around rubber. Each impact sends the dildos jerking inside them. Sweat runs down their backs. Their moans turn hoarse. Still the cane rises and falls, and the Pope never slows, pushing them further into that place where pain and pleasure blur and the only word left is obedience.