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

One of the hooded figures speaks, his voice deep and sonorous. "I am Oliver Pichler, high priest in the service of Rhynzotz. Your kind has trespassed into our sacred grounds."

"As you have infringed upon our territory, you are to be brought before Aurélien Bourguignon, master of the violet glory, who shall decide your fate. You'll accompany us." The two high priests pick you up brusquely and force-march you through the dark caves. Eventually, they reach a massive door carved with runes that bear an uncanny resemblance to penises. One of them pushes it open and reveals a gigantic octagonal room lit by torches. An ornate altar sits at the center, with a statue of Rhynzotz towering above it. Your kidnappers lead you across the temple floor towards another hallway leading deeper into the cave system.

Oliver grins and answers in a sinister voice, "That will be revealed to you soon enough." He pushes open the next door, revealing a chamber lit with candles. The centerpiece of the room is a massive iron X suspended from chains above a stone slab. Your arms and legs are roughly secured to the X while Oliver locks a chastity cage around your genitals and attaches it to your body, effectively denying you any sexual pleasure until he or one of his fellow priests sees fit to remove it. Finally, they force you onto the stone slab, revealing another set of restraints holding your hips in place. "This is where we'll keep you for now," Oliver says with a cruel smile.

Before Oliver can answer, a deep, solemn voice booms through the chamber, "Enter!" Aurélien Bourguignon, resplendent in his embroidered robe and chastity cage, appears at the entrance to the room. He takes one look at you before turning back to Oliver. "You have brought us quite the treat, my dear Oliver." His voice is smooth and sophisticated, contrasting sharply with Oliver's rough demeanor. Aurélien paces around the stone slab as he speaks, examining his new plaything like a predator surveying its prey.

Eventually, he approaches you and begins to run his fingers through your hair, smirking as you squirm beneath him. "Tell me," he says, leaning in close, "are you ready to serve Rhynzotz?" His breath is hot against your ear.

Aurélien laughs softly, his eyes fixed on yours. "So eager to please." He removes one hand from your hair and reaches down between your legs, roughly groping at your crotch through the chastity cage. "As I suspected," he murmurs, amused by your obvious arousal. "You are a natural."

Turning back to Oliver, Aurélien says, "Bring forth the sacrificial lambs."

"As you command, master!" Oliver exclaims, bowing before Aurélien. He takes off through the chamber at a run, disappearing down another hallway. Soon enough, the sounds of struggle and muffled cries fill the air as he returns with several more bound men for your pleasure.

"Aurélien Bourguignon," Oliver intones, pushing one of the new captives towards you, "the master of violet glory." As if on cue, Aurélien positions himself behind the new victim and clasps his hands around the man's throat, silencing his protests. With a sinister grin, he forces the struggling man to kneel between your spread legs. The captive's face is buried in your crotch as you feel him unfasten the chastity cage and begin to stroke your aching length with eager fingers.

Aurélien leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Of course." His breath sends shivers of anticipation through you. The bound man beneath you begins to stroke faster, gripping you tightly in one hand as he continues to lick and suck at your erection. Your moans echo throughout the chamber, encouraging both Oliver and Aurélien in their sadistic games.

As the captive between your legs becomes more and more excited by your moans, Oliver begins to circle around you, eyeing the other men trapped in their bonds on the stone slab with interest. Finally, he settles on one particularly meek-looking individual who seems to be trembling visibly with fear and excitement at the prospect of being used by the priests. "Master Aurélien," Oliver says respectfully, "perhaps this one would like to try?" He pushes the new victim towards you and steps back, watching intently as Aurélien roughly forces him to his knees beside your earlier partner.

Aurélien lets out a sigh, his expression one of feigned disappointment as he looks down at you. "You are indeed an eager little slut," he muses. He gestures for Oliver to take the second victim away and then positions himself behind your now trembling captive, pulling back the man's hair roughly and forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Do you want to service me?" Aurélien asks in a voice that seems almost kind compared to Oliver's rough demeanor. The new victim nods frantically, tears streaming down his face. "Then by all means," the high priest says, pushing the captive's head forward roughly so that he is once again buried between your legs. The man begins to lick and suck eagerly, trying to please Rhynzotz through you.

As Aurélien watches the new captive begin to service you, he smirks, running his fingers through your hair and whispering obscene promises of pleasure in your ear. You feel overwhelmed by their touch and the excitement coming from both of them, unable to think clearly as your body responds instinctively to their ministrations. Oliver paces around you slowly, occasionally stopping to grab at a bound man or fondle himself through his navy blue robe, growing increasingly aroused by the display before him.

Aurélien's eyes meet yours and narrow in interest as he watches the desire play across your features. He steps back, unclipping his chastity cage, now bare and throbbing with need. His hand snakes out, roughly gripping your hair and pulling you close to him before sliding down between your legs. You cry out in ecstasy as he roughly pushes two fingers inside you, pumping them hard and fast while pinching and rolling your nipples cruelly. "You are mine," he growls, his voice thick with lust.

Meanwhile, Oliver drops to his knees behind you, ignoring the bound men around him as he grips your hips and begins to tongue your entrance. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body as both high priests take what they want without any regard for your wellbeing or comfort

As you eagerly accept both cocks, Aurélien grins sadistically down at you while still fucking your throat with his length. Oliver grips your hips tighter and begins thrusting deeper into your cunt, filling you to the brim as he takes what he wants from you. The two high priests take turns raping your mouth and pounding your body, their lust for power and fertility overwhelming any semblance of humanity they once possessed. Their rough hands bruise your skin, leaving marks on your breasts and shoulders as evidence of their control over you.

The two high priests continue their rough onslaught on your body and senses, not caring about your well-being in the slightest as they use you to sate their desires. Aurélien thrusts deeper into your throat, gripping a fistful of hair tightly as he begins to growl with release. His cock pulsing inside you, spilling hot cum down your throat as he empties himself onto the stone floor around your head. Oliver curses and grunts as he feels his own orgasm building inside him, thrusting faster and harder into your stretched cunt until finally he groans loudly and empties his seed deep within you.

Panting heavily, both men pull away from you, leaving your body aching and covered in their semen. Aurélien wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smirking down at you as if in

As you lie there, covered in their cum and urine, both high priests laugh at your display of submission. Oliver looks between you and the men chained to the wall and remarks, "You truly are a valuable possession." Aurélien nods in agreement, his voice still rough from exertion as he says, "Indeed, she'll make for an excellent offering when the time comes." You feel your heart sink at their words, realizing that even though you have given yourself to them completely, there is no place for you in this twisted hierarchy of worship and sacrifice.

Aurélien and Oliver nod to each other in agreement as they begin preparing your body for the night. They gently clean you off using cold water and rough cloths before wrapping your wounds in fresh bandages. As they anoint your chest with a sticky, resinous substance, they chant words of praise to Rhynzotz, thanking him for blessing them with such a precious offering. Finally, they lower you into a shallow grave in the center of the chamber, covering you up to your neck with dirt and stones. Your body aches from exertion and pain as you struggle against the weight pressing down upon you, but there is no escape now.

The high priests Aurélien and Oliver watch silently as you are lowered into the grave, their faces a mixture of satisfaction and pity. They have done what is expected of them by Rhynzotz, but they cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt for subjecting you to such suffering. As they cover you with dirt, Aurélien murmurs softly, "Until the morrow..." It's unclear whether he's referring to your return or something else entirely.

With a final pat on the mound of earth that now covers you, they turn and leave the chamber, retiring to their chambers for the night. You lie there in the darkness, struggling against panic as you feel yourself sinking deeper into the cold, damp earth. The weight pressing down upon you seems impossibly heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

Your struggles grow more desperate as time passes. It seems like hours before your body finally gives out and exhaustion takes hold. As you drift off into an uneasy sleep, the weight on your chest feels less imposing and the dirt around you seems to mold itself around your body, offering a strange sort of comfort in spite of the darkness and confinement.

You wake with a start as something presses against your lips. It's cold and metallic; one of the priests has left you a flask of water to help quench your thirst. Gratefully, you take it and swallow greedily before passing out once more.