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The black robed figure begins thrusting into Chanel's bound body, its clawed hands raking over her trembling flesh as she groans. Her head is thrown back, her eyes rolling back in her head as she writhes against her bonds and the cocks penetrating her holes. She starts to make deep grunting noises as she's fucked, her body shuddering and quivering.

The white robed girls continue to sway and chant, the words garbled and quickening, but sounding like the same words as before. One white robe falls to the floor, then another and another, until eight girls stand naked, swaying and chanting in the candlelight, their hands reaching out to stroke and fondle each other. You recognize Chanel’s blonde friend Tiana next to Lyndsey, the little stripper you fucked this afternoon. Interesting.

You watch as the black robed figure continues to pound its 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 forced 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 “Sister Margot” arching her back and crying out in bliss as Tiana buries her head between her thighs. Lyndsey is on her hands and knees getting finger fucked by one girl while she hungrily kisses the brunette you heard called Cindy. 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 watching both the contortions on the floor and Chanel's fucking as the haze in the air makes it harder and harder for you to see.

"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 mindless orgy, becoming nothing more than an wriggling 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 showing that she’s still alive.

"It is done!" One of the red robed figures intones. "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.

You look down through the hazy, sweet smelling air to the nubile girl flesh writhing on the floor below, their mewls and cries and groans rising in a chorus of ecstasy. Girls lap and suck and squeeze and fondle, their limbs writhing, their faces taut with excitement, their eyes either shut or wide and glittering with lechery.

The two red robed figures stand and untie Chanel from the altar, lifting her as one of the forces a goblet against her mouth. She drinks then gags, sputtering, spraying her sweet teen tits with burgundy liquid. Her eyes flutter open but she looks half drunk at least.

"You have atoned Sister Chanel. Go now to join your sisters in celebration." They help her off the altar, then push her two her knees at the edge of the writhing orgiastic mess of teen bodies. Chanel gives a deep groan and reaches forward, descending into the squirming flesh, becoming one with it. It hardly seems like individual girls any more, just sleek limbs and ripe tits and firm rumps rippling and writhing.

You watch a moment longer, trying to process what you’ve seen. You think of your phone, but you don’t think your crappy little camera would be able to make out faces in this light, so getting this all on video would be pointless. You also have the feeling you haven’t been seen because everyone’s been too distracted by the floor show. If you wait too long to leave...