A Statue of Souls

Gwendolyn entered the final chamber of the caverns and stopped in mid-step.

Standing before her was a massive statue of a figure seated on a throne. A muscular man with long curled horns and goat legs sat there. In his lap was a massive cock that looked bigger than anything Gwendolyn had ever imagined. Beyond it was a stone altar with an idol that rested on it that looked like a naked demon woman.

Gwendolyn picked up the paper one last time and read what it said to herself.

"You have given your mind and body, now you give your soul. Give yourself to the statue and allow him to make you his. Surrender your soul, and you will finally be ready for true purity."

_"Ride his cock," the female voice echoed in her ear. "Show him what you have become, and you will be rewarded."_

Gwendolyn looked at the statue and at the idol beyond. It would be so easy to go and destroy the idol, that was... was that why she was here? Or was she here to be fucked? Could she destroy it and maybe escape whatever awaited her? Or was she far too corrupt now?