Submissive Goth Girl is Bound, Tormented, and Made to Cum

Charlotte looks shy at first, but the ropes strip that away fast. She's naked now, arms and legs stretched in a standing spread eagle, neck rope yanking her upright. The Pope runs extra lines until every shift hurts and there’s no relief. His flogger snaps across her pale skin until it glows bright red; the same with hard-palmed slaps. She cries out when the first orgasm rips through her, legs kicking, body twisting in mid-air while the ropes hold her up. Next she hangs by her hips, bamboo pinning her wrists useless behind her. A bowling ball tied to her neck drops just enough weight to steal her breath on every inhale. He works her over again with crops and hands until her mouth hangs slack, then lets her come once more. Finally he hoists her high enough that the ball lifts clean off the floor and she dangles, choking, cumming, completely owned. Last position: on her back, legs spread wide, cunt and ass offered up like a whore. The crop lashes her bare soles until she yelps, then fingers and a thick cock drive into her until she’s shaking and begging through the ball gag, another orgasm punched out of her while she thrashes against the ropes.