Chapter 67: Imprisoned in a Cage, Part 1
Things, why did they turn out like this!
Looking at her own body bound within the “cage,” Lonis’s cheeks burned hotly.
She was kneeling within the relic, her pure white stockings covering legs bound by jet-black leather straps, with long, dense fur that covered her small feet.
Not only that, but her hands were also tied above her head, thick leather belts firmly locking her wrists, making it impossible for her to shield her body no matter how much she struggled.
And behind her waist, on both sides of her armpits, were jet-black, long, furry growths—don’t be fooled by how quiet these hairs are now, because once the entire mechanism closes, everything will have an “intimate contact” with her body.
“Elus, is this necessary? There must be another way.”
Lonis tried to shake her body, but her legs and hands were tied fast, and the only thing she could do was make her chest move back and forth.
“Of course. Aren’t we going to learn how ancient relics operate today?”
“Wuwu…”
“So, Lonis, by using it yourself, you’ll be able to understand the structure of ancient relics better. Moreover, by doing this, we can let Dean Emerald rest for a day and recover, it’s killing two birds with one stone.”
“!”
That’s just how things are.
Because the Dean was in a coma, the girls had to use this “Feathered Virgin” to determine the trigger range so that Dean Emerald could awaken.
Of course, although the device’s exterior resembled the Iron Maiden, it was actually something else.
…
Its scientific name was “Fully Automatic Full-Body Massage Machine for Girls,” and from its inception, it was designed for massaging girls.
So, even if Lonis were placed inside, there was no need to worry about her breaking it or drooling, dirtying her body.
However, Elus seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally overlooked one point…
What was a massaging tool for ordinary people was like an instrument of torture for Lonis!
This silver-haired girl’s skin was incredibly sensitive; even without the feathers activated, just kneeling inside, Lonis felt a tingling sensation all over her body, as if someone was tickling the soles of her feet.
But what if it were activated later?
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The silver-haired girl dared not imagine how that would feel, while Elus continued at this time:
“Lonis, your mission this time is not only to experience how the relic operates but also to report on your experience.”
“Wha-what do you mean?”
“This fully automatic massage machine seems to be a bit run-down. The descriptions for each setting are lost. Next, the machine will generate different settings based on the Magic Gemstone, and you have to feel each setting with your body.”
“Ah?!”
“There are 5 modes from top to bottom. Please do your best.”
Elus grinned mischievously and tightened the last “safety belt” on Lonis.
With this, Lonis’s pitiable small waist could no longer move. Her entire body was securely locked into the device, leaving her only able to make a pitiable, resentful expression.
However, since Senior Yan wasn’t in this room, Elus didn’t even bother to “act”:
“Alright, closing the device, start charging~~”
After Elus closed the lid of the massage machine, Lonis could barely see anything.
Even with her eyes open, all she saw was darkness… Humans have a characteristic: when one sense is deprived, another sense becomes incredibly sensitive.
Lonis could feel the furry growths sticking intimately to her skin, slightly wriggling up and down with every breath.
And her body seemed to have entered some kind of preheating state; Lonis could feel her body getting hot, and the fine hairs on her skin involuntarily standing on end.
And just at this moment…
“Lonis, are you ready? Now, I’m pressing the switch.”
“Wait a moment!”
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The moment Elus pressed the switch, Lonis’s body trembled violently.
It was too ticklish, truly too ticklish!
Countless feathers stimulated her body, whether it was her forehead, forearms, legs, feet, any inch of skin all over her body was immersed in a slightly overbearing yet soft and enveloping sensation.
This feeling was no less than wearing stockings on her legs and being senselessly caressed.
Lonis felt as if her identity was melting away; under the continuous stimulation, she could no longer speak complete sentences, only letting out continuous “pants”:
“Haaa, Elu-Elus… Qui-quickly… Stop!! Aaaahh!!!!”
“Mm, are you getting used to this feeling? I’m going to change the setting.”
“Eh? No…”
“Ultimate massage enjoyment. Remember it with your body.”
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After the setting changed, the silver-haired girl, unable to move, involuntarily let out a gasp.
Although the massage power of the feathers had greatly weakened, at the same time, the presence of each feather became more pronounced.
Although Lonis was still wearing her school uniform shirt, the feeling of each feather brushing past her body was like a small cat rubbing its head against your body.
Perhaps for ordinary people, this feeling was very comfortable and enjoyable.
But for Lonis, it felt like being whipped by many small whips.
Pat,
Pat.
The feathers slid across her body, always leaving a slight red mark on her fair skin.
The stimulating sensation, like an electric current passing through, made it completely difficult for Lonis to endure. Not to mention, you had no idea which inch of your skin would be massaged next.
She couldn’t endure it at all. Lonis had only been massaged for 5 minutes before she involuntarily cried out:
“N-no more! Elus, quick, stop it!!!”
“Oh, what are you calling this young lady?”
“Mas-Master!! I really-really can’t, this feeling… so-so tingly, I can’t.”
“Then do you remember it? We’re starting the next mode.”
“There are more modes?!”
“I told you, there are five in total.”
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Upon hearing that she still had to undergo 3 more “massages” like this, Lonis felt an inexpressible despair.
She wanted to break free from her restraints, she wanted to escape, but her body was firmly tied… No matter how much Lonis struggled, her body remained firmly in place, unable to break free at all.
She could only watch as the third setting was activated.
And this time…
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The feathers all stopped.
In their place came an indescribable feeling of heat and emptiness.
Lonis didn’t know how to describe this feeling… But to give an analogy, it’s like you’re extremely thirsty, there’s a cup of water in front of you, but your mouth is blocked by a stuffed gag.
No matter how she tried to open her mouth, the girl couldn’t speak.
No matter how hard she tried, only saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth.
In this extremely slowed-down mode,
Little by little, slowly, she began to sink.
