They sniffled with each harsh outspoken word, their long tentacles curling around each other depicting their shame and shyness about the whole situation. Elive looked with wide-open eyes at the elf, his hard and painful thrusts still making her sister cry out in pain each time her rump jiggled of him smashing into her flesh. She could see how her once beautiful sweet white sister, was slowly but gradually turning a soft hue of pink all over her bruised bottom and back. Her long white tail adorned with golden chains was pushing against the chest and arms of Falithas in a hopeless attempt of stopping his abuse.<br/><br/>She kept lashing her long tail against his chest, trying to push him away, the soft flesh dragging across the sweatpearled muscles of his body, drooping upon the realisation there was no hope of escaping anymore. The little young priest had given up, and the clenching of her walls only continued with each paining thrust rubbing against her virgin walls, lubricated with the musk smell of their combined sexes, blood and precum dribbling down her thighs along with the juices of her pained sex.<br/><br/>"P-p-please...m-mister... s-stop" She whimpered with her last efforts as she could hear is grunting pants filling the room, the lewd noises only making the girls blush a deeper shade of red, matching both of their aching bums. Then Elive and Mirna gasped, Elive of the sight of the strong body of the elf tensing up and genuinely enjoying his orgasm, Mirna of the feeling of the spurts of hot wet sticky cum spraying inside of her, coating her taut walls and quivering flesh as he withdrew himself as quickly as he came. His strong hand smashing onto her whimpering body came completely unsuspected, and if she weren't still hanging on the ceiling, she would have fallen face, flat down on the ground, her legs to shaky to support the weight of her fallen pride.<br/><br/><b>"You're both very, very fuckable. Now, how deep does your loyalty to your mistress go?"</b>His voice was deep, and they both curled up besides each other as soon as Falithas had let go of Mirna, their tails curling around the other in a adorable looking hug, weren't it they were both naked with bright red glowing bumcheeks and Mirna with juices dripping down her thighs in some sort of comical contradiction to their holy, pure white bodies.<br/><br/>"To the ends of the earth.", her voice was broken, but determined, though her body shook heavily upon hearing the cruel and horrid answer he gave her.<br/><br/><b>"Very well... Then we'll test it. The two of your will be unbound. Each time you make the other girl cum, I'm going to leave your Mistress alone for... shall we say quarter of an hour? When I'm not leaving her alone... I'm going to be whipping her fat arse, while her mouth has to deal with my cock." He turned to his assistant and nodded. "Go ahead. Send me a magical message each time." </b><br/><br/>The girls both fell hard on their knees on the stone-cold floor, their hooves making a distinguished sound as they tried crawling to each other and closing their arms around their bruised bodies. Tails curled around the others legs, hair waving over the other's shoulder as Elive comforted Mirna, and kissed her back to ease her aching pain. They hadn't answered, the horror of what was ordered was clearly shown on their faces, nonetheless they shivered of the thought of what was about to happen to their strong and beautiful leader, their sister, one of the most respected women of their race. They had to obey, they had to take any chance of releaving their leader from the same lashings as they had endured just earlier ago. But the pride and prude priests were broken and hugging each other as if their worlds just had collapsed before their eyes. The thought of even remotely trying to figure out how to enjoy the unknown areas of sex with each other, under the watchful eyes of hordes was unthinkable. Their first experience had already told them, their was nothing good in the act of reproduction, only pain and tears.<br/><br/>Little did they know that whatever decision they would make, it could not possibly be worse then any plan Falithas had with the unconscious, broken and beaten body of the still pride and fearsome priest. Her eyes darkened of hatred and her will barely faded away despite her own struggling towards her doom.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>