Underestimated is an Understatement

Vanna Bardot is naked and kneeling on the cold floor, collared and cuffed to metal pipes that pin her arms open. Her back is arched hard, chin lifted, eyes on the ceiling while The Pope palms her tits and squeezes. He slaps her, fast and loud, then swings the flogger until her tan skin blooms pink. The cat-o-nine-tails follows, each tail licking fire across her chest. She breathes sharp through her nose as he presses the Hitachi against her clit, and the first orgasm rips through her. Clover clamps bite her nipples next. Weights dangle from thin strings, tugging with every twitch. The Pope turns the vibrator up; she comes again, shaking, pain and pleasure crashing together. The scene flips. Vanna hangs upside-down, leather straps around her thighs, ankles high, ball gag stretching her mouth wide. Her spine curves again, belly offered, pussy exposed. The Pope swings a ribbed baton across her ass and thighs, then slides a dick-on-a-stick into her cunt. He fucks her with it in steady strokes until she clenches and soaks the floor. When the orgasm fades he buries the vibrator inside her, leaves it buzzing, and walks off. Last position: Vanna lies flat on her back, leather straps across her chest, hips, and wrists, limbs spread wide. The cat-o-nine-tails returns, aimed low. It snaps between her legs, across her nipples. He swaps to the heavy flogger, then the crop, painting sharp red lines. Clothespins march down her torso in tight rows. One hard slap knocks them all free in a burst of sting. The Pope drives two fingers into her, slaps her face, and presses the Hitachi to her clit until she comes hard one final time.