Busty Latina Slut Is Tormented in Grueling Bondage

Demi just walked into this. First time. She’s never been tied up, never had anyone tell her what her body could take. The Pope watches her eyes flicker—half fear, half heat—then grabs her by the hair and yanks her into the first position. Rope bites her wrists. She flinches. Too late. He’s already strapping her down, spreading her wide, shoving thick fingers straight into her cunt. She gasps. He laughs, low and mean. Flogging starts light. Then harder. Stripes bloom across her tits and thighs. She’s trembling, trying to breathe, trying to keep her head above the flood of pain and something darker. The cane kisses the soles of her feet—bastinado—and she screams. He doesn’t stop. Just moves on, spanking her ass until it’s red, then shoving a hand back inside her dripping hole like he owns the space. She comes anyway. Hard, unwanted, shaking through it while he keeps her locked down. He gives her no room to think, only more rope, more impact, more fingers. By the end she’s glassy-eyed, spent, drooling onto the floor. The shoot’s done. She’s still breathing. Barely.