Painful Ecstasy with Squirting Orgasms!!!

Veruca's locked in wooden stocks, ankles and wrists and waist all pinned tight. The Pope walks in and the real hurt starts. Zappers snap against her skin. Cattle prods press close and crack. Sweat pours down her bare body while he drags her mind from fear to pain and back again. The frame flips. She hangs head-down in hard steel, every inch stretched open. Floggers land hard across her flesh. Breath is stolen, then given back, then stolen again. Climax after climax hits until her eyes roll and her voice drops to nothing. He slaps her awake. Stay here. Feel every second. On her back now, legs spread wide, cunt on full display. A Wartenberg wheel traces her nipples, sharp little points dragging fire over the skin. Clamps bite down next. His hand seals her mouth and nose while he fucks her with fingers and toys, stealing air until the pressure breaks. She sprays hard, body jerking, screams ripping out as pain and pleasure slam together in one long, brutal rush.