As for Nera, when the futility of this effort to break me grows as obvious as we both knew it would be, she can restrain herself no longer. Then in addition to my ongoing trials I also have to contend with the application of some of the other implements on hand.
Finally, that brazier sees use – beyond coating all of us but especially that relentlessly copulating couple with a slippery sheen of sweat. As savagely vengeful as ever, Nera uses glowing iron pincers to pinch and pull and twist my n*****s in a way that relegates Aglon’s abuse to child’s play. She whips me with a cat o’ nine tails and even jams long wooden splinters under my fingernails. Still none of this torture even dents the monstrous throbbing of my steadily bleeding p***s, or lessens the way it bulges through every little g
