Rope Bunny Suffering Beautifully

She sits there, naked and hungry. Rope bites into her tits, wrists, legs, neck, locking her spread wide on the fuck-box. The Pope starts with the vibrator pressed low, dragging groans out of her throat. Then the ball gag, forced between her teeth, turning every sound into something dirtier. The flogger follows. Hard, mean strikes that leave her jolting and slick. Two fingers jam inside her while the Hitachi works her clit, ripping the orgasm straight out of her. Now she hangs. Upside down, fully suspended. Blood rushes to her head as The Pope tugs her pink puffy nipples, twisting until she jerks. The dick-on-a-stick slides in next, fucking her without mercy, and she cums like she can’t stop. Body swinging, spit dripping past the gag. Last position: knees and elbows, bound tight. Flogger again, striking deep, and the vibrator never lets up. One orgasm becomes two, becomes more. She’s drooling, wrecked, every muscle twitching. Rope still holding her, still reminding her who put her there.