A Night of Bestial Debauchery

The Mistress began to chant. The sisters stood up and began to sing. At a gesture from the mistress of ceremonies, Sybelle and others removed the silk blindfolds from the novices' eyes. For the first time, Phoebe saw that they were now surrounded by stone circles. The first circle barely protruded from the ground, resembling stone tablets. Then another, higher up, followed. In the end, there were six circles, the last stones of which rose like gates over 3 meters high.

Phoebe was amazed by such mineral beauty, wondering who could have built these circles of 12 stone doors, 12 like the disciples, of course. Suddenly, she realized that her lips had taken up the chant, which was in fact an invocation to pleasure, to debauchery. Sybelle made her lean over one of the low stone tables where she attached Phoebe's wrists to leather bracelets connected by chains while singing herself, before returning to her stone and freezing likewise.

Phoebe trembled, her breasts and stomach resting on the cold stone, but she felt a warmth rise as male voices rose in a chant that answered that of the novices. She saw twelve columns of men, each six in height, approaching behind her. All the men wore beast masks (boar, deer, wolf, bear, fox, badger), naked as Adam, of all skin colors.

Phoebe shuddered. They must have been selected to have exceptional genitals. Like a beast, the first one appeared behind Phoebe. Twelve slaps lashed the girls' buttocks, mercilessly offered up. The chanting broke off with screams. Phoebe shuddered. They must have been selected to have exceptional genitals, like a beast. The first one appeared behind Phoebe. Twelve slaps lashed the girls' buttocks, mercilessly offered up. The chanting broke off with screams.

The sharp, burning pain spread in hot waves beneath her skin, making her muscles tense against the stone shudder. Phoebe began to recount how her left and right buttocks were honored in a violent, brutal rhythm, forming a hymn that rose in the silence that had been made by the screams.

Phoebe held her breath as the masked figure, his large hands gripping her hips, pressed against her with a possessiveness that made her body tremble. The cold stone beneath her did nothing to dampen the heat that spread with each stinging smack, her flesh tinging red with the relentless rhythm. The man behind her, masked like a deer, groaned deeply, his fingers digging into the softness of her thighs as he aligned himself.

After 10 smacks to each buttock, Phoebe begged like the others, forming another form of miserable ode in the stillness of the night, her tears flowing freely, salting her parted lips with ragged gasps. The deer mask leaned down, its hot breath caressing the back of Phoebe's neck as its large, calloused hands moved up her trembling sides. A hoarse groan escaped him as he felt the marked, hot, and pulsating skin beneath his fingers.

In the end, there were 12 slaps on each buttock, for a total of 24. Despite the pain, Phoebe felt aroused, her primal instincts wildly awakening. At that moment, the waiting men began to sing in stentorian voices.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he took her with a brutal thrust, the shock of this impalement tearing Phoebe into a bestial, primal scream in symbiosis with the other girls who were being taken at the same time.

The masked deer drove his powerful erection into her in a single, hoarse motion, tearing the air with his satisfied grunt as Phoebe screamed, her body arched against the cold stone. Her chains rattled, her wrists twisted in their leather restraints as each brutal thrust sent her sliding across the centuries-polished stone table.

The deer man rammed his powerful erection into her in a single, harsh motion, tearing the air with his satisfied grunt as Phoebe screamed, her body arched against the cold stone. Her chains rattled, her wrists twisted in their leather restraints as each brutal thrust sent her sliding across the centuries-polished stone table.

For minutes she was savagely pounded before the deer man arched his back and finally spilled out, arching inside Phoebe, in perfect harmony with the other deer men on the other tables. A larger-than-life roar rose from the stone circle.