Chapter 102: Lost Consciousness
The Priest ignored her and instead lowered his head to part her already moistened labia, taking her clitoris into his mouth with liquor.
"No!" The girl struggled in terror, realizing what the Priest was about to do. If that most vulnerable spot were pierced, she would die of pain. But the soon-to-be-tortured clit still transmitted an irresistible surge of pleasure under the wet, teasing tongue.
Tears and sexual secretions flowed together. Her despicable body, even in the agony of struggling to breathe, still faithfully responded to the pleasure. The clitoris swelled into a plump, bright red bean in excitement, with the sharp needle tip pressing against it.
"Still won't talk?" The Priest stared at her face, the piercing needle already beginning to exert pressure.
"No." Elara's stomach was about to burst. Every breath she took trembled, yet she stubbornly refused to give in.
Noyce frowned, and the tender clitoris was mercilessly pierced. Elara let out a shrill scream, her body convulsing in pain. The instinctively tensed muscles pressed against her already bloated abdomen, doubling the pain and nearly causing her to faint.
Elara's lips turned pale, and her tear-filled eyes stared blankly at the ceiling: "Noyce, I can't take it anymore..."
"The water won't stop until you confess," the Priest ruthlessly shattered all her hopes.
"Kill me then! Ah!!!" The girl pulled at the straps of the recliner, crying and screaming in despair.
Noyce looked at the girl, whose body and spirit were on the brink of collapse, and his murderous intent grew stronger. Who could possibly be worth her persistence, to the point of risking her life to protect?
It had to be Joshua. Given his character, it was unlikely that he would force himself on a woman, but if it was consensual, that was another matter. He had a history of seducing other people's Familiars. He had managed to bewitch Alicia, so it wouldn't be surprising if he could do the same to the innocent Elara.
He pulled out the thin tube from the anal plug to stop the water flow and inserted a metal rod instead. The Priest must have complete control over his Familiar and would not tolerate any defiance, no matter what means were used.
The mechanism on the metal rod was activated, and electricity instantly surged into the liquid-filled abdomen. Elara's mind went blank, and she let out a hysterical scream with her eyes wide open. Not only in her stomach, but also the newly pierced metal nipple rings and clitoral ring sent out electric currents, stimulating the most sensitive parts of her body.
The girl's muscles convulsed all over, and streams of sexual secretions sprayed from her vagina. She didn't know if it was a stress response to the electric shock or if she had climaxed again. The various intense stimuli mixed together, almost driving her to the brink of death.
When the electric current finally subsided, she was completely limp, gasping for breath with hollow eyes like a dehydrated fish.
"Tell me the name," the Priest's voice was like the tolling of a death knell.
Elara weakly opened her mouth and uttered a faint sound: "No..."
Noyce was thoroughly enraged. The inability to make his Familiar submit was a disgrace to the Priest. He activated the mechanism again, and a much stronger electric current than before assaulted the Witch's body.
Elara trembled violently under the electric stimulation, her orifices convulsing and contracting. The semen that had been locked in her uterus, mixed with sexual secretions and incontinence urine, gushed out under the pressure.
Her entire body was out of control. She stretched to her limit in the convulsions, and finally, like a broken string, she completely relaxed and lost consciousness.
......
Elara was awakened by an orgasm.
Her muscles twitched in intense pleasure, her blood surged upward, and after a wave of electric-like euphoria, her body softened in exhaustion.
She couldn't help but let out a moan, only to realize that her mouth was tightly gagged with a ball gag.
As her consciousness gradually became clearer, the realization of her physical predicament made her increasingly panicked.
It seemed she was confined in a narrow box, wearing a tight, full-body latex restraint suit that left only a few key areas with openings for penetration. Except for her mouth and nose, her entire head was covered by a hood, leaving her in complete darkness.