Chapter 93: Violation
"No! Ah!" The surging electric shock sensation almost instantly shattered Elara's defenses. She could no longer suppress it and collapsed into wailing cries. The Priests tightly held her struggling limbs, pinning her to the iron table, leaving her helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.
The flood of arousal from her pussy overflowed from the gaps between the fake phallus and her orifice, soaking through the chastity belt and dampening a large area of the table along her thighs.
"This slut's juices are just too much," impatient March could no longer stand it. He climbed onto the table, brought Elara's legs together, and secured her writhing buttocks under the stimulation. He pulled out his penis, aimed at the gap between her thighs, and thrust in.
"Let me go... don't..." The scorching heat felt at the root of her thighs made the girl struggle in resistance, but soon, she lost the will to fight under an even greater impact.
March reached for the hard bases of the two fake phalluses on the chastity belt, manipulating them to swirl inside her.
"Ah!" Elara could no longer utter any coherent words. The rigid surface of the phallus ground against the already inflamed orifice, and the tidal wave of pleasure made her body go limp. Had March not supported her lower body, she would have collapsed on the spot.
For the first time, she despised her own sensitive body. Despite being violated, she couldn't help but feel a sweet pleasure. The fake phallus, fixed by the chastity belt, stirred with limited amplitude, creating an unbearable itching sensation that teased her desire.
She almost wished the chastity belt could be removed, allowing those real penises to thrust in fiercely and give her some relief.
With a penis clamped between her thighs, her buttocks pulled backward, and her breasts pinched by another, her upper body was forced to arch upward, bending her slender waist into an elegant curve.
Under the stimulation of pleasure, her sweat - soaked abdomen tensed into tight lines, occasionally revealing the shape of the phallus inside.
The tantalizing sight was too much for the other Priests to bear, and they joined in the assault.
Elara's hands were forced to stroke two penises up and down, while the Priests who couldn't get a good position moved in to lick her skin.
Her nipples were sucked into someone's mouth, her abdomen and thigh creases were lightly licked by several wet tongues, and one of them circled around before diving into her navel.
"No!! Ah!!!" Elara's screams had completely changed pitch, on the verge of collapse under the all - encompassing assault.
Bernal maliciously played with her clitoris, deliberately stopping just as she neared climax, leaving her sensations hanging agonizingly in mid - air.
Without direct stimulation to her orifice and clitoris, the pleasure from the rest of her body felt like a prolonged torture. Elara didn't want to succumb to her rapists, but her body craved climax desperately. She silently invoked Noyce's name, crying helplessly in search of something to hold on to.
Ultimately, her flesh betrayed her will and was pushed to the long - awaited peak amidst the inescapable debauchery. A fierce surge of electricity coursed through her entire body, her skin flushed, and her muscles convulsed uncontrollably.
Elara let out an extremely pleasurable moan, her wanton cries acting as a potent aphrodisiac, causing Clive, who was thrusting inside her, to become flushed with excitement. His milky semen erupted from the penis clamped between her breasts, splashing all over Elara's face like a fountain.
He grabbed Elara's chin, forcing her to lift her head and admire her face, now coated with semen. The girl, just after climaxing, was still panting heavily, with white, sticky fluid dripping from her trembling eyelashes, exuding an aura of brutal debauchery.
"What a waste," Clive scraped the semen from her face with his finger and stuffed it into her mouth, "Since I'm kindly helping you with Purification, you should be grateful and swallow it."
Elara, whose sanity had slightly returned, resisted by pushing his finger with her tongue, but ended up licking it clean and swallowing unconsciously.
"How bothersome," Lowell looked at Clive, who was still slowly entwining his tongue with the Witch's, with disgust, and pushed him away, "Hurry up and get out of the way once you're done."
"I'll show you what real Purification is," he pulled out his impressively sized, large penis, grabbed Elara's hair, and thrust it directly into her mouth.
The massive member instantly filled Elara's mouth and continued to push deep into her throat.
Elara's pupils shrank as she was penetrated, involuntarily gagging, her throat futilely convulsing, which in turn brought immense pleasure to the deeply inserted penis.
The thick phallus cruelly thrust into her deep throat, causing her neck to bulge. Elara felt her breathing was difficult, her overly stretched mouth couldn't exert force, and there was no way to bite back.
Lowell didn't give her a chance to catch her breath and began to thrust rapidly in her mouth. He tugged at Elara's hair, forcing her head to tilt back, aligning her neck and oral cavity into a straight line, allowing each thrust to reach deep into her throat.
The girl, being penetrated, let out painful "muffled" sounds, and physiological tears streamed down uncontrollably. Her warm, soft tongue was constantly crushed by the thick, meaty blade, stimulating her gag reflex.
The glans, much narrower than the vagina, pried open the throat, almost tearing the delicate passage. The intense feeling of suffocation made Elara's body tense and tremble violently, and the penis inserted between her thighs by March experienced a burst of intense pleasure from the tight squeeze.
March, after all, was in continuous action. Under the forceful squeeze of her thighs, he quickly reached his climax, pulled out his penis, and ejaculated all over her back. His position was quickly taken by another person, who continued to ravish Elara's thigh.
The Priests surrounded the girl, with countless penises and tongues violating every part of her body. Elara could no longer count how many people were violating her at the same time, and could only let her body drift like a rootless dandelion in the storm of pleasure and pain.
From Ward's position, Elara's figure was completely obscured. All he could hear was the intermittent, painful wailing of the girl coming from the crowd gathered in front.
Eugina, naked, sat on the lap of the purple - haired Priest. Her ice - lake - like, tranquil blue eyes calmly watched the surging crowd, without a ripple.
"Your heartbeat has quickened, little Eugina," Ward, holding the Witch's waist, lightly nibbled on her nipple, "Does this kind of scene excite you more?"