The Pope, in full regalia, oversees Erin's suspension, her body hogtied and suspended from the dungeon ceiling. She's a testament to his skill, her body a web of ropes, her skin glistening with sweat. He approaches, a cruel glint in his eye, a gag in his hand. He forces it into her mouth, muffling her cries. He runs a finger along her wet slit, chuckling at her responsiveness. He selects a toy, a thick, textured dildo, and pushes it into her, making her gasp around the gag. He watches, amused, as she struggles, her body lifting slightly with each thrust of the toy, her climax building despite her predicament.