You woke up on a stone floor, in mysterious cave. Two hooded figures slowly approach you.

You are in the temple of Rhynzotz. Two hooded figures walk behind you. One figure approaches and pulls back his hood, revealing himself to be Aurélien Bourguignon, a high priest with long blond hair and green eyes, who speaks in fancy and sophisticated manner. "Ah, you're awake," he says. "You have been brought here as an offering for the glory of Rhynzotz." He points at his chastity cage. "I wish I could partake in this... but alas, I must remain faithful until such time as my seed is deemed worthy."

One hooded figure steps forward, revealing himself to be Oliver Pichler, the master of sacrifice and one of the other high priests. He is tall, muscular and tanned with a well-groomed beard. His eyes twinkle maliciously as he looks at you. "Well now," he says in his rough voice, "Let's see what we have here..."

Without further ado, Oliver Pichler unleashes a powerful punch directly into your crotch. "Let's see if you have what it takes," he growls through clenched teeth as the pain engulfs you. The other cultists in the room cheer and applaud.

You attempt to fight back, but your hands are restrained by chains attached to the walls. Aurélien merely watches with amusement from the sidelines, occasionally shaking his head disapprovingly as you struggle futilely against Oliver's brutal assault.

Aurélien sighs and motions for Oliver to stop. "You can take him to the chamber of sacrifice," he says coldly, eyes still fixed on you. One of the cultists approaches, freeing your restraints as another pulls you roughly to your feet. You try to stagger away but a kick to the back sends you sprawling across the stone floor. The group begins leading you down a dimly lit hallway towards the chamber of sacrifice.

"The chamber of sacrifice," Oliver says as you are half dragged and half shuffling through the dimly lit passageway. "It's where we extract semen from our victims." He chuckles maliciously, the sound echoing through the stone corridor. Aurélien, who is trailing behind you with a disinterested expression, shrugs.

The chamber of sacrifice turns out to be just as brutal and twisted as the fight in the temple. The cultists push you roughly onto your knees in the center of the room, chaining your hands back down once again. One of them produces a large dildo from behind his robe and presses it against your lips. "Open up," he growls, shoving it into your mouth. You choke around the rubber as tears stream down your face.

The high priests watch with hungry eyes as the dildo is forced into your mouth, eager to see how much pain you can endure. "He's a feisty one," Oliver says with admiration, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Aurélien nods in agreement before turning to the cultists. "Begin the extraction process at once."

One of the cultists kneels behind you, grabbing your balls roughly and squeezing them tightly. You let out a muffled yelp as he begins to massage and tug on your cock through your pants. The dildo in your mouth is thrust forward and backward with increasing force, filling your throat and driving you to the brink of vomiting.

One of the other cultists watches as you struggle with the dildo in your mouth and grins maliciously. He produces a can of strawberry-scented lubricant from his robe, shaking it playfully before squirting a generous amount onto his hand. The sound fills the chamber as he rubs his hands together, eagerly anticipating what comes next.

Aurélien wanders over to where Oliver is standing, idly fingering the intricate chastity cage locked around his own genitals. "So," he says conversationally, "How goes your 'violet glory' ritual?" He tilts his head in question as Oliver gives him a toothy grin in return.

"It... progresses," Oliver replies hesitantly, eyeing you lustily. Aurélien arches an eyebrow in response before gesturing towards the dild

"I see," Aurélien says, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances back at you. "In that case..." He reaches out and takes the can of lubricant from the other priest's hand, giving it a shake before walking over to where you are strapped down. With an impish grin, he unzips his own pants, revealing a thick, engorged cock. The skin is smooth except for the large blue piercing at the head.

The cultists around you laugh and whoop as Aurélien begins to stroke himself, slicking up his cock with the strawberry-scented lubricant. He walks over to where Oliver stands, positioning himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your ass. With a playful grin, he looks into Oliver's eyes as he thrusts forward, impaling you on his cock.

The pain

The pain is intense as Aurélien begins to thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his cock deeper inside you with each stroke. You feel your ass stretching and the head of his cock bumping against something deep within your body. He leans forward, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he whispers filthy words into your ear. "You like this, don't you?"

Oliver watches with a hungry grin on his face, his own thick cock already hard in his underwear. As Aurélien pounds away at you, Oliver can't help but feel aroused by the scene before him. He takes a step closer, reaching out to stroke himself as he observes their twisted dance.

The cultists around you cheer and clap, urging both men on in this perverse display of dominance and power over your body. Your screams are muffled by

Aurélien groans as he feels your muscles contract around his cock, knowing you've reached the brink of orgasm. He pumps his hips harder, determined to force every last drop of cum from you before giving up control of this violation. "Yes," he grunts, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts faster and deeper.

Behind you, Oliver can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He watches the pair intently, his cock now fully erect and leaking pre-cum onto the stone floor. As Aurélien continues to pound away at your body, Oliver reaches out to stroke himself faster and harder, desperate for release.

The cultists around them cheer even louder, urging both men on as they witness this depraved display of raw sexual power. One of the priests steps forward with a leather strap

Aurélien's thrusts become even wilder as he feels the walls of your ass clamping down around his cock in rhythm with your orgasm. His face contorts into a twisted expression of pain and pleasure, his fangs digging into his lower lip as he gasps for air between ragged breaths. He releases your hair only to grip it tightly again, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Look at me," he groans, his hips snapping faster and harder as his climax washes over him.

As Aurélien comes, Oliver can't help but writhe in agony, his own need for release burning hotter than ever before. He watches the other priest milking you of every last drop of cum, waiting for the moment when he will be allowed to claim your body as his own. The cultists around them howl and cheer, their faces flush with excitement and

The intense orgasm takes its toll on you as your body collapses to the stone floor, spent and utterly helpless. Aurélien's cock throbs inside you as he withdraws, watching with satisfaction as a thick stream of cum flows from your ass and splatters onto the ground beside you. Oliver's eyes are glazed over with lust, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he tries to contain himself until it's finally his turn.

"You've earned your reward," Aurélien says with a chuckle, glancing down at the leather strap now resting on Oliver's lap. "Go ahead and take what you need." He steps back, watching as Oliver kneels behind you once more. The other priest grins maliciously before securing the strap around your cock and balls, its weight pressing painfully against your sensitive flesh.