Pain Slut Begs for Penance

London takes bondage like she was built for it. She welcomes the ache that comes with each new position, lets it sink in, owns it. The ropes keep her, bend her, and she breathes through every minute of it. Four rounds of stress and strain—arms pulled, hips spread, joints locked—and she only grows louder for more. She turns pain into want. Then the vibrator hits. Everything changes. Her body jerks hard against the restraints, she screams behind the gag, frantic for relief. The Pope keeps it pressed in until he decides she’s had enough. She doesn’t. She just suffers louder.