The New Bitch Gets Initiated

Cadence is tiny, blonde, and already wet before anything starts. The Pope straps her down with steel and rope, arms pulled tight, ankles spread wide. She asked for pain; he gives it to her in layers. Clamps bite her nipples, twisting until she spits curses that turn into moans. A cane rips across her tits and leaves red ladders; she arches, begging for the next strike. When the wand touches her clit she floods the floor, squirting hard enough to splash her own stomach. He frees one hand just to shove his cock down her throat, holding her head so she gags and spits, eyes tearing. Every time she tries to catch air he pushes deeper. The moment he’s satisfied with her mouth he moves behind her, driving into her soaked cunt while the clamps still tug on her chest. She comes again, legs shaking, squirting in messy arcs that soak the boards. He doesn’t ease up. He just resets the clamps, picks up the flogger, and keeps going until she’s hoarse, trembling, and still asking for more.