Service Day: Iona

Iona Grace kneels on the floor. The Pope towers over her. He strikes with a cattle prod and her body snaps tight. She jerks. She yelps. He hauls her into a suspension. Ropes bite deep. Her tits swing heavy. He locks her spine in a brutal back-bend, limbs splayed and helpless. The prod kisses skin again. Electricity crackles. Her screams tear through the room. Then he fucks her ass, thrusting hard, driving her pain and pleasure together. She shudders. She begs. He forces orgasm after orgasm out of her until she shakes and cries and her voice cracks. Every twist of her bound body screams need and surrender. He gives her none.