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Holly’s already dripping when he chains her upright. One wrist, one ankle, spread just enough that The Pope can walk around her and decide where to start. He doesn’t ask. He lands the first cane stroke across the backs of her thighs and she jerks forward, gasping, wetter. Every strike after that lands heavier. She’s blinking tears and smiling at the same time, because this is exactly where she lives. He drops her into a steel rig that forces her ass high and head low. The flogger snaps across her back like it’s pissed off, and her scream ricochets off the walls. He cranks the suspension line, lifts her clear of the floor, and clamps both nipples, then hangs lead from the clamps until her tits stretch toward the ground. While she swings, he shoves a thick dildo straight into her cunt and fucks her open until she shakes and squirts down her own thighs. Last position: on her back, hips bucked up so her pussy is the highest thing on the table. He lays the flogger on until her skin blushes deep red, then pins a zipper of clothespins from sternum to slit. Hot wax follows, poured slow, hissing against the already tender flesh. When she’s begging, he rips the zipper free in one brutal pull and slams a vibrator to her clit. The orgasm slams through her at the exact second the last pin pops off. She howls, raw, wrecked, and already wanting more.