Chapter 107: Suppression

Elara's heart pounded like thunder. She didn't think her few arrows could take down a senior Priest, but at least they could delay his actions. She dared not check if the arrows had hit their mark and instead sprinted towards the door with all her might.

Just as she was about to burst through the door, a figure in white appeared out of nowhere right in front of her.

Elara's body tensed; she couldn't stop herself. Lowell, unscathed, materialized directly in her path and delivered a flying sidekick. His calf struck her stomach with a heavy blow, sending her flying backward.

Before the girl could hit the ground, the Priest had already teleported behind her. A fierce elbow strike in mid-air, with a force that could have snapped her in half, cut short her flight and sent her body crashing into the ground, cracking the hard marble tiles beneath her.

Blood gushed from her mouth, her internal organs felt shattered, and her entire body ached as if it were about to fall apart. Before Elara could catch her breath, the Priest grabbed her by the hair, yanked her off the ground, and slammed her against the wall.

"A toy meant for fucking dares to resist?" Lowell pressed her chest tightly against the wall, pulling her hair back with one hand to force her head up, while the other hand lifted her skirt and reached between her legs, pinching her small clit through her underwear.

"Ugh..." Elara groaned, her chest aching with every breath, yet the pleasure forced upon her made her legs weak and caused her to unconsciously clamp her thighs together in an attempt to stop his actions.

"You little slut has quite the lewd body," Lowell remarked, noticing that the Witch wasn't wearing a Chastity Belt today. After a few touches, her thin underwear became wet with clear fluid, sticking to his hand. "You're a born whore, meant for fucking."

Elara gritted her teeth, her body trembling as she tried to suppress the pleasure. She felt ashamed of her overly sensitive body and struggled to gather strength to break free from the Priest's hold.

Lowell didn't give her the chance, twisting her head back and forcing a kiss upon her lips. His restless tongue invaded the girl's mouth, roughly sweeping through it. With her head pulled back and twisted, and the tingling sensation between her legs sapping her strength, Elara could only let the Priest's tongue ravage her mouth, producing embarrassing wet sounds.

"Mmm..." Her struggling cries were muffled, mixing with her rapid breaths to become sensual gasps, which only further aroused the Priest, causing his erection to press firmly against the Witch's thigh.

Lowell moved the hand between the Witch's legs up to her chest, kneading her breasts for a moment before grabbing the collar of her shirt and tearing it open. Her white, tender breasts popped out like little rabbits from her clothes.

"Ah, a new toy～" The nipple ring on the girl's chest caught the Priest's attention. He released her lips and pinched the ring, tugging at her nipple.

"Asshole! Let me go!" Elara struggled desperately, trying to fight back, but Lowell twisted her hands behind her back and pinned her to the wall again.

"Hey, Clive, are you still up for this?" Lowell shouted at the blond Priest who had been lying on the ground since the beginning.

Clive, covering his face, struggled to get up, spat out a bloody tooth, and spoke in a voice as dark as if he had crawled out of hell: "This bitch... I'm going to kill her..."

"If you can move, go find some ropes for me. This little slut isn't behaving today," Lowell said, pressing down harder on the struggling Witch.

Elara was soon tied up and pushed onto the library desk. Her clothes were stripped off, her hands tied behind her back, her thighs and calves crossed and secured in an M-shape beside her body, exposing her two orifices to the maximum extent.

Since the Witch had been struggling violently, it took some effort for the two men to fully immobilize her. Lowell stuffed her soaked underwear into her mouth and patted her cheek: "Go ahead and struggle, you little slut～"

The girl's mouth was filled with her own scent. Bound in a humiliating position and unable to move, she knew what was about to happen and glared at the two men with eyes full of hatred.

"I'm going to knock out her teeth!" Clive, still holding his mouth, spoke with a lisp due to his missing tooth.

"Enough, knocking out her teeth. Do you really think Priest Noyce is dead?" Lowell used his finger to part the girl's petal-like labia, admiring the moist, quivering passage. Last time, he had been unable to enjoy it due to the Chastity Belt.

Now, upon closer inspection, the virgin-like, pinkish hole glistened with moisture. The soft and elastic walls of the orifice trembled slightly from humiliation and tension, as if inviting him in.

She was truly a rare find, Lowell couldn't help but marvel. He blew a few cool breaths into the parted vagina, delighting in the trembling moans that escaped from the girl's mouth, muffled by the underwear.

"This little bitch belongs to Priest Noyce. We can't really mess her up too badly," he warned Clive beside him. "If we want to teach her a lesson, we have to do it the manly way." With that, he positioned his already swollen male member at the moist entrance and thrust in all at once.

"Ugh!" The sudden penetration by the thick penis caused Elara to gasp for breath. The excessively large member forced its way through the soft walls of her passage, filling the warm, narrow tunnel in an instant.

Even though Elara had long been accustomed to being penetrated by large objects under Noyce's training, she still tensed up from the intense, searing pain.

Lowell was very pleased with the Witch's expression. He slowly pulled out, feeling the layers of tight, clinging flesh around his shaft, the strong veins scraping against the walls as he withdrew, before thrusting back in with full force.

Elara clenched her teeth to suppress her moans. Although Lowell was despicable in character, his skill in lovemaking was undeniable. After just a few thrusts, he had already stirred up a tingling pleasure within her vagina, which spread throughout her body, making her feel weak from head to toe.

Despite the overwhelming sense of humiliation in her heart, her body shamefully took pleasure in the skillful thrusting.

Being raped by a man other than Noyce and experiencing pleasure made Elara feel even more humiliated. The hot member changed direction within her tight orifice, thrusting and grinding, searching for her sensitive spots. She dared not imagine the consequences if he found them, and closed her eyes in agony.

"Why are you hiding? Watch me fuck you properly," Lowell pinched her chin, forcing her eyes open. His slick tongue sensually licked her cheek.

The slimy touch made Elara feel waves of nausea, her pores standing on end. Her nipples were pinched and twisted by the Priest, the nipple ring pulled to stretch and deform her nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure pushed her already precarious willpower to the brink.

Lowell continued to thrust inside her, savoring Elara's expression of barely restrained agony. When his thick member brushed against a certain spot, he distinctly felt the Witch beneath him shudder, a muffled moan escaping her throat.

"So it's here," the Priest licked his lips, a dangerous smile spreading across his face. He moved behind the Witch, flipped her upper body over, and pressed her face down onto the desk, lifting one leg high so she could clearly see the point of their union. The rigid, massive member, aimed at that most vulnerable spot, quickened its pace.

"Ahhhhhh!!" Overwhelming pleasure surged through her like a tidal wave, shattering Elara's defenses completely as she screamed uncontrollably. The frantic rhythm was too fast, almost tearing her vagina apart.

The monstrous instrument ground into that most sensitive spot with each thrust, causing her delicate, aroused flesh to spasm repeatedly.