Sage tries to at least look around to figure out how to free herself.

In the periphery of her vision, Sage notices dozens of naked local inhabitants beginning to shamelessly and voluptuously indulge in unbridled sexual passion.

Left: one of the women is being fucked by three men at once, their naked muscular bodies glistening with sweat. A cock in her pussy, a cock in her asshole, a cock in her mouth - this woman is clearly not up to talking right now...

Right: two women are lying on the floor, each licking the other's pussy. Wet and long pinkish tongues penetrate into excited vaginas.

Moans of lust are heard from everywhere.

Naomi continues to pronounce ritual phrases, despite the fact that one of the naked men has come up to her from behind and seems to be penetrating one of her holes with his cock: "In the name of Mistress of Night Lilith! Surrender to the frantic pleasure of the flesh!"

If Sage had the opportunity to look around this large cave from the outside, she would see dozens of naked bodies engaged in random, depraved copulation. A hodgepodge of naked, lust-heated bodies is woven into some kind of grotesque ball of sweaty, wet flesh. Hard cocks penetrate lustful, wet holes. Sometimes the person who is fucking someone is simultaneously provides his own hole to another cock.

Another detail that Sage simply did not have time to notice: the stone table and sculptures depict symbols of pentagrams and an inverted cross.

However, even if she had noticed these symbols, for her they would have been just vague images on stone.

Sage, while her flesh is being obsessively affected, thinks in panic: "What kind of absurdity is this?! All this must be stopped!"

However, the sensations of her body prevent this reasonable intention. The feeling of the overwhelming **** of many naked muscular bodies...

The feeling of growing arousal...

Touching her breasts...

Someone's fingers are pinching her excited nipples...

Many hands are caressing the rabbit-girl's body, stroking her short fur, fiddling with her ears...

The tongue of a stranger intertwines with Sage's tongue, leaving her no chance to even try to call for help.

She can only make weak sobs, while her flesh is a defenseless object for the increasingly depraved actions of many strangers.

A few seconds later, strong hands push Sage's legs apart. And someone's fingers touch her labia and penetrate her cunt.

To Sage's shame, her cunt is getting wetter because of what is happening.

A woman gets on all fours next to Sage's body. This woman's tongue begins to gently lick Sage's cunt. Soon this wet tongue touches the clitoris of rabbit-girl.

At the same time, both of Sage's breasts are squeezed by the hands of several men.

The nipples become harder and harder due to frantic kisses and pinches.

The man who kissed Sage on her lips stops kissing.

She manages to scream: "Let me go!"

Unfortunately, the next moment a large, lust-heated cock of some other man enters her mouth.

The head of the cock immediately penetrates deep into her throat.

Drooling, coughing, Sage has to breathe through her nose...

A couple of seconds later, a heated and muscular male body touches the back of Sage.

The touch of male palms on the buttocks. The man lustfully wheezes and kneads the buttocks of the defenseless Sage. The woman, standing in a bitch’s pose, continues to lick Sage’s cunt, causing the rabbit-girl’s body to feel powerful impulses of pleasure mixed with tides of weakness. But, as ashamed as it is for Sage to admit, it is… a pleasant weakness.

The hodgepodge of bodies, of which Sage is now a part, continues to shudder in convulsions of debauchery.

The cave is filled with loud moans, sobs, smacking and squelching.

And also – Naomi’s voice: “Might Is Right! Pleasure is Truth! Might Is Right! Let the weak fall! Might Is Right!”

The two men were concentrating on caressing the breasts of the rabbit-girl, taking turns licking her nipples.

The woman continued to lick the clitoris…

Every time the pinkish wet tongue gently touched the clitoris, the legs of Sage trembled.

Waves of pleasure rolled over the mind of rabbit-girl one after another.