She and Syne were on their knees now, two Monks of Torture infront of them, each holding a red-hot wand. Xnxx hd Her body still shook as it recovered from her past 16 hours of torment. Elise fidgeted as her thighs and back dug into the cold and jagged lap of the gigantic iron statue she was sitting on. The Priestess screamed that she would whip her a hundred times for every tear she shed, yet Elise could not stop her tears from running down her face. They were beutifal, their skin resonating like marble. She had, for possibly months, spent 16 hours a day as a test subject for the aptly named Preistesses of Pain. The remaining 8 hours, she was bound up in some dark corner, like to this statue, and left in the most painful position possible to “rest”, and fed some vile meal that she still devoured out of sheer hunger before being forgotten until her turn came up again.
