Katie Kush: The Brat is Back

Katie bends backward, spine arched like a drawn bow, wrists and ankles lashed high and low. The leather flogger slaps heat across her tits and thighs, then the cat-o-nine tails bites in, leaving nine fiery stripes each time it lands. She curses through clenched teeth, sweat shining on her belly. He works her until the first orgasm rips through her, sudden and violent, hips jerking against the bonds. Flat on her back now, legs split wide and pinned with leather and steel. The crop flicks sharp stings over her pussy and nipples. She spits complaints, but her cunt glistens and drips onto the floor. He sees she’s close to the edge, so the strokes stop; instead he slams a thick cock into her and pounds hard. When the vibe joins the mix, her body convulses, one climax slamming into the next until her voice cracks. She stands again, chains pulling arms and legs in opposite directions. Every shift drives a hook deeper into tender flesh. The Pope brings a taser close, watches her dance away from the spark and straight into the next spike of pain. Blindfold on. She can’t tell where he is. She only knows the current snapping at her skin and the pressure building between her legs. The last orgasms hit like punches, long, raw, and loud, echoing through the concrete room. She’s shaking, soaked, still breathing when the chains come down.