Nikki Knightly: Girl Next Door Gone Goth is Bound and Tormented

Nikki Knightly's on edge before The Pope even touches her. Hasn't been in his grip for a while and her nerves show. Steel stocks pin her neck, wrists and ankles while she stands exposed. He starts with slow, deliberate groping that edges on cruelty, no pain yet, just the threat of it. Then he flips the switch. Pain hits fast and she cums just as hard. Every rope, every clamp, every second of restraint feeds her hunger. She grinds her ass back against him, desperate for contact with the man who's breaking her apart. Next she's folded into the scavenger's daughter, muscles already shaking from the first round. The Pope doesn't wait, doesn't soften. He uses her like a toy made for rough handling, toys her with buzzing electrodes, forces orgasm after orgasm until her whole body jerks in useless rebellion. Spent, she lands on her back, wrists and ankles locked to cold steel. The flogger paints fresh stripes across her skin before more climaxes rip through her. By the last scene she can't think, can't fight. She just lies there, owned, trembling, and grateful for every second of it.