Prevent her from cumming

Viviana felt her juices begin to flow but realized something was wrong. The pleasure built and built, especially as the half-elf, Amelia, rubbed the ointment inside her canal and asshole, but never seemed to crest. Her hips twisted, begging for more stimulation, fucking herself on the girl’s fingers. But still nothing. She whined.

“I’m sorry.” Amelia leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“Now, witch–

“Vivi–”

“Witch.” The woman Amelia had called Mistress spoke over Viviana, “You don’t have a name here. You’ll be used at the evening services tonight.”

Viviana was red and panting from the cold tingle of the westthorn ointment. “What… what does the ointment do?”

“Oh, you haven’t earned your orgasm here. It stops you from cumming.”

Viviana’s eyes went wide. The ointment hadn’t stopped her pleasure from building but would keep her from ever cresting? How long would this last!?

“Amelia,” Mistress spoke again, “bring her out for evening services. Take Merita and Jela too.”

Two of the girls lounging nearby stood. There was some **** to their movements. Viviana looked to Amelia for any clue as to what this would mean. But the half-elf was stoic. She grabbed Viviana by her finger cuffs and dragged her forward through another door. They walked down a corridor with the other two harem girls in tow. Shortly, they reached the end of the tunnel and Viviana saw they were behind the altar at the apse of the temple. A short railing separated the altars from the main space of the temple. The space was filled with moans from the chained women.

Viviana realized where exactly they were being led. Merita and Jela were fixed in a stockade built into the altar. The altar was split in half with the tops of each functioning as a stockade. The girls faced each other, close enough to kiss if they wanted to, and their legs dangled over the edge of the block of marble, presenting their holes along the short side of the structure. Viviana was dragged behind the pulpit and **** to her knees. She was locked into place so that she was **** to look out over the audience and her pussy was presented behind the pulpit facing the preacher. Amelia reached down and gagged her. She wanted to struggle, but was locked too well into place.

The sounds of sex from the main temple sent another wave of impotent pleasure through Viviana’s loins. She was flushed and sweating from anticipating an orgasm she couldn’t have. She felt her juices dripping down her slit. The temple was starting to fill up. There were men and women filling the benches. Each of the benches was equipped with a single seat and a large, flat surface. Viviana soon saw what they were for; the women laid back next to the empty seats, presenting their holes to whoever would sit there. Men of all races filled in next to the women. She saw plenty of orcs, this was their god after all, but also other monstrous races. A man with a bull’s head sauntered up to the front row and sat down next to a slim, small blonde. Viviana could already see his cock straining against his pant leg and it had to reach to his knee.

Suddenly the crowd went quiet. There were a few muffled moans from the women chained to the columns, but Viviana could see attendants going around and gagging the girls. She heard a rustling behind her. Evening services were starting.