Whore Bound in a Euphoria of Depravity

They had to hit hard for Juliette March. The Pope turned her into living contraption, every limb pinned, stretched, and pinned again, steel biting skin while the camera drank it in. Pain ripped through her like hot wire. Pleasure chased right behind. He worked her with the prod, with his fists, with the cane, leaving welts that jumped under the lights. She howled, throat raw, cunt soaked. The Pope kept going, driving the cattle prod across muscle until her screams cracked. Then he shaved the sweat from her pits, slow drags of the razor, another humiliation while her bound body twitched. Big cock and brutal bondage, nothing wasted, nothing soft. 2015, full tilt.