Slut Hole

Jeze Belle is trapped in wood. Her neck and wrists locked forward, ankles pinned behind her, spine forced straight. The platform beneath her drops inch by inch until her calves burn and her shoulders scream. The Pope watches, then starts working her. Every flogger stroke lands sharp and low. She shakes. When he finally lets her come, the orgasm rips through the strain like lightning through dry wood. Next he belts her flat on cold concrete. Her bare soles are pulled high and locked tight in iron. One tool after another drags across the tender arches until she howls. Hot wax follows, poured in slow rivers that harden against raw skin. He peels the wax away only to light her clit with a vibrator and force her to push through the burn until the climax cracks her voice. Last, she sits wrapped tight in clear plastic, arms and legs sealed against her body. Breath fogs the sheet as he presses a wand between her thighs and turns it on. Every orgasm comes harder, tighter, until her whole frame jerks inside the plastic like something breaking free.