Fiery Slut in Strict Bondage

Octavia looks dangerous in her own right, but The Pope has other ideas. First he plants her in a stockade with legs wide, clamps down hard on her big tits and slaps rubber bands across her bare soles. Black-out goggles seal her away. He wedges a ball-gag deep between her teeth, leaves her like that, and lets denial do the talking. Next the heavy steel collar locks her to a leg-spreader; her tits swing free while he works the crop, teasing then slapping, teasing then slapping. The vibrator buzzes without mercy. He follows with the dick-on-a-stick, thrusts slow and mean, then pulls it out just when her body starts to beg. Finally she’s seated on cold pipe, thighs spread wide on the throne he’s built for her. The flogger lands in rhythmic strikes across her tits and thighs before he swaps to the dick-on-a-stick again, driving it into her soaked cunt, then sliding it past the gag into her mouth. Only after all that does he let her cum, hard, loud, and shaking.