Charlotte Sartre Bound In Pipe And Chains

Charlotte's on her knees, chained up high, forced to lean back until her body stretches tight. Metal bites into her wrists and ankles. The Pope shows up swinging two floggers like he means it. Red blooms across her skin—chest, belly, back, chest again—every stripe screaming. He swaps the floggers for a crop and beats her cunt raw until she shakes through an orgasm that won’t quit. Next she’s locked in steel, ass up, knees spread, soles exposed like targets. He goes after those feet with single-minded fury, bastinado so heavy her breath breaks. She’s past her limit and he keeps going anyway. When he’s had enough of the pain, he slides his cock into her cunt, vibes her clit, and fucks her in the mouth just as rough. In and out, throat to pussy, she takes it like the filthy slut she is. Finally he straps her on her back, legs lifted and wide. Cane marks her soles again. The cattle prod hovers near her skin and the fear alone soaks her. He teases, threatens, then finishes her with more forced orgasms, body jerking hard against the straps until there’s nothing left.