Skye is roused, but fails to stop them.

They ushered the two women toward the altars, gentle hands guiding and groping them as they went. Emmaline's eyes were still glazed over in a lust filled trance, on hand still buried between her legs as she walked, but Skye finally seemed to be coming to her senses. Her steps were less elegant than Emmaline's, more of a shamble forward then a graceful stride and just before they reached the altars, she stumbled once, then blinked, looking up and around.

Skye's eyes were wide with shock as she took in the scene. "What-- what is this!? What's going on! Emmaline, what are you doing?" she turned to the girl next to her who gave her a ditsy smile, then leaned in to try and kiss her friend again. This time, however, Skye knew something was wrong. A wave of horny energy crashed over her, but she held on, ducking out of Emmaline's way as she struggled to maintain to her sudden focus.

A naked and pot-bellied farmer was the last link in the chain of cultists that helped steer Skye towards the bondage-frames-cum-altars that had been erected in the chamber. His long cock wobbled, shaking his heavy ballsack, as he turned to guide the musician onto the X-shape. Pressing against her, that cock of his squashed between his fat stomach and her body, he used a blindfold - another relic of the cult take from the wagon - to plunge Skye into darkness. Though she pushed against him, Skye was surrounded by bodies, and the other cultists easily secured her limbs as she squirmed against them.

Slammed between the Alsa brothers, Liv could see what Skye couldn't. Even as the other Bravos were pulled up and onto the frame, a small line of cultists formed. Most were male, naked and playing with their erect cocks. Some still wore their robes.

Fredic's throbbing rod on flesh filled Liv's sex. Behind her, the twin, Franc took hold of her hips and hiked her higher up his brother. They had found a new position. Their tempo increased, two burly northerners pounding into the sniper as they had been commanded too. Liv found herself bouncing up and down with each twin thrust. It was like riding a horse at a gallop, a horse made of living, throbbing and pulsing cock. They were relentless.

Two young women met Emmaline at a Y-frame. Their lusty eyes took in the acrobat and both quickly stepped forward to feel the gorgeous body in front of them. A headpiece was fitted to Emmaline, a strap over her nose, almost something like a horse might wear, designed to keep the airways open and a thick but short O-ring that went between her lips and forced her mouth open. The Y-frame was moved and angled, Emmaline laid on top of it so that her legs were spread open and lashed into place while she lay with her head just hanging over the edge of the straight piece.