She Smiles When The Pain Comes

Tallest girl The Pope's had on set. Six-three in bare feet, and she's still grinning when the chains bite. He walks up, meets her eye for once. She wears nothing but leather and steel, wrists and ankles pinned to the wall, heels giving her another couple inches of height. First touch and her smile widens, hungry. He starts with the flogger, heavy and mean, until her back is striped. Nipple clamps bite next, tight and unforgiving, and he works her clit until she comes shaking against the stone. Next scene: steel traps lock her in a brutal stress position, chest out, thighs spread. A zipper climbs her ribs. One slow peel, one fast rip; she swears through clenched teeth but never asks it to stop. Then the electricity. Wand first, then the cattle prod, bright white shocks that send her jerking inside her bonds until her whole body glistens. Last position has her on all fours, long legs stretched, ass high. Crop and cane mark the soles of her feet, leaving red ladders up her calves. When he finally sinks into her, she pushes back, greedy. He fucks her hard, forces orgasm after orgasm out of her until her voice breaks and her legs give out. She still smiles when the pain comes.