Careful What You Wish For

Roxanne hangs from a pole, leather straps biting into her skin. Her wrists are locked above her head. Tiny platforms keep her on her toes. The Pope tears her clothes away, leaves her naked under the lights. He starts swinging a flogger across her chest, her ribs, her thighs. Hard slaps land on her face. A gloved hand wraps around her throat and squeezes until she gasps. He makes her come anyway. The platforms vanish. She drops, weight hanging from her wrists, boots kicking at empty air. Helpless. He walks around her, eyes her like prey. Next he folds her over, arms yanked high behind her back in a brutal strappado. Every strike lands heavier: floggers, fists, open hands. Her skin bruises purple. He fucks her mouth, then drives his cock into her dripping cunt, deep and fast, each thrust punching the air from her lungs. She comes again, shaking. Last scene. She’s on her back, limbs twisted into a cruel knot that tightens the longer she stays. A clamp bites her septum. He pulls. Her neck strains, muscles burn, until she can’t hold and has to let go. He doesn’t stop. Breath play takes over, choking her between fresh orgasms until every muscle in her body quivers and the day finally ends.