Atonement. And an orgy

You watch as the black robed figure continues to pound it's two obscene cocks into Chanel's trembling body, her head thrown back as she moans, her mouth slack and wet with saliva. She's quivering with each thrust, her flesh racked by spasms as orgasm after orgasm is **** out of her.

Meanwhile the disrobed girls are groping and fondling each other, some of them still standing while others writhe on the floor, kissing and caressing. You see Margot arching her back and crying out in bliss as another girl buries her head between her thighs, and Lyndsey on her hands and knees getting finger fucked by one girl while she hungrily kisses another. In moments, the floor beneath you is a squirming mass of girl flesh, the sounds of moaning and happy squeals filling the air as a lesbian orgy intensifies.

The two red robed figures have resumed their seats, silently observing both the writhing contortions on the floor and Chanel's obscene violation, the haze in the air growing thicker and clouding your view. You glance at Brian, and see his eyes fixed on the scene, his face mirroring the shock and surprise that you feel as you watch the bizarre spectacle.

"UNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH! UNNNNNNHHHHHH!" Chanel suddenly cries out, her body arching against her bonds as she quivers as though being electrocuted. The black robed figure pounds harder, driving scream after groaning scream out of the helpless girl while the others continue their insensate orgy, becoming nothing more than an undulating mass of naked moaning flesh.

With a final maddened howl, Chanel's body gives a last long shuddering spasm, the slumps to the altar, utterly spent, only the trembling of her firm teen breasts as she breathes showing that she is still alive.

"It is done!" One of the red robed figures intones in a sepulchral voice. "The Penitent has made sacrifice! She is allowed to remain in the sisterhood! But her privileges are stripped until she proves herself worthy of trust! Let it be written!"

As she speaks the black robed figure pulls back from Chanel's ravished body, covering it's cocks with the folds of its robe, then shuffles back to where it came, it's tail slithering on the floor behind it.

Oblivious to all of this, the other eight girls continue their orgy, moaning and fondling and licking and fingering, their young voices rising in a chorus of orgasms.