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Arabella lay reclined on a chaise lounge, her head hanging down, her lower body raised by the backrest. Her legs and arms were tightly bound to the armrests with a belt.
She was not wearing a blindfold or a gag, and could clearly see Dorian standing at the end of the chair, his thick member penetrating her elevated sex.
A considerable amount of white fluid had accumulated in her honey pot, and the lewd sounds of its entry and exit echoed through the room, the viscous liquid being churned into a foamy white substance that clung to the base of the massive phallus.
Arabella could no longer recall how many times she had climaxed, her folded body convulsing in ecstasy, her entire frame trembling. Gushing juices sprayed everywhere, mingling with the sweat that covered her inverted form, the soft, gleaming flesh of her breasts swaying with Priest's thrusts.
"Ahhh--" she cried out, arching her neck as she peaked once more.
Dorian did not linger, and after a few final strokes, deposited his seed within her.
Arabella's body was completely limp, but bound as she was, she could only maintain her elevated position. The diluted white fluids in her sex were nearly overflowing, and her rear entrance had long since become unable to close, the glistening orifice slightly agape.
"I must leave the Holy See for a few days," Dorian said, gazing at Arabella's semen-filled slit.
"Where are you going?" Arabella shifted her body; she didn't really want to discuss serious matters in this position.
"A Demon has appeared near Sis City. I received a mission to handle it."
Arabella's thoughts stirred: "Do I not need to go?" Other Priests usually took their Demon Attendants when going out on missions, and generally, executing Witches was the main combat strength. Although she knew that even if she went, she wouldn't be able to help much, she still couldn't help but care.
"You are still unable to use Dark Power, it would be too dangerous for you to face a Demon. Stay here obediently and wait for my return." Dorian produced a specialized chastity belt, woven from supple, sturdy silver threads, the deceptively delicate-looking apparatus housing two exceptionally thick artificial phalluses, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Arabella.
The Priest pressed the two fake penises against her two vaginal openings and pushed them in.
"Mmm..." Arabella moaned. Her vagina had just been penetrated, and the opening was still gaping wide. The huge phalluses slid in easily, pushing out some of the cum that was already inside.
The dildos were about the same size as Dorian's, filling the two holes completely. There was a small protrusion pressing against her clitoris.
Dorian tightened the silver chastity belt and cast a SpellSeal on it. After the incident with Ward, he had become more careful with anything used on Arabella, sealing everything so only he could control it. Once done, he lowered her bound legs.
Being held in one position for so long had left Arabella's lower body completely numb. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as Dorian helped her sit up on the lounger.
The Priest kissed her lips, pouring in Holy Water to restore her strength.
"This chastity belt can only be opened by me. While I'm gone, I'll help you control your Dark Power. Don't eat anything, just drink Holy Water if you get hungry."
"Will the mission be dangerous?" Arabella asked, burying her face in his neck.
"Just a routine exorcism. Bishop is just being extra cautious since there was an incident in Rosé City. If all goes well, I'll be back in a day or two. Three to five days at most if it gets complicated." Dorian reassured her with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Arabella fell silent. The huge objects inside her pressed against her most sensitive spots, and any movement sent tremors through her body.
She said with some frustration, "How long do I have to wear these?" The daily intrusions made it very difficult for her to move, even to walk. Her combat training had been suspended, and her Dark Power was tightly controlled, punished harshly if she tried to use it. Dorian seemed to have given up on her combat abilities, but she was still a Demon Attendant and didn't want to be a burden.
"Until you can control your Dark Power in any situation." The Priest seemed to understand her thoughts. "You've been doing well. Be patient, take it slowly."
He took Arabella to bathe, washing away the fluids covering her body, then carried her back to bed in clean nightclothes. The girl remained silent, allowing him to manipulate her body. Perhaps, as he said, there would come a day when she could be free of these shackles, but with the crisis looming, she wondered if she would have time to wait for that.
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