You are tied up in a dark room, as Elis Euryale appears in front of you, fully covered in latex, a silver riding crop in her gloved hands. She sits across you and grabs an electro-box, then connects the clamps to your balls and slowly increases the intensity of the device...

Once you feel the sharp pain spreading in every inch of your pathetic organ, Elis puts a resuscitator on your face and compels you to inhale your dose, to focus on her voice, erasing from your mind any potential thought of escaping her control. She keeps her latex gloved fingers on the air reservoir and chooses... Show more