Fresh Meat: Shackled in Grueling Bondage

Sammie gets locked into the metal throne, wrists and ankles cinched tight. The Pope runs his hands over every inch, then lays down the first strokes with a leather strap. Pain blooms across her skin and her lips curl into a slow, hungry smile. That’s when you see it—she’s a power bottom, the kind that shows up looking innocent, all blonde hair and bright eyes, until the restraints strip her of every escape. Once the steel holds her open and useless, she drops into it, becoming exactly what he wants: a target. Next she’s stretched on a cold table, legs forced apart. Sharp little pins bite into her flesh, turning her into a board of targets. He flicks them with his fingers until her skin sings, then brings the zapper down hard, jolting her awake each time. When her body is burning and raw he sinks his thick cock into her, driving deep while she’s still twitching from the shocks. For the last position she’s bent forward, ass high and helpless. The strap falls again without mercy until her cheeks glow red, then he plunges back inside, pounding until her cunt clenches and she sprays all over the floor.