"First you will need to see my father."

“To escape we will need to retrieve your gear from my father’s quarters. We will not escape if we are unarmed and we will certainly not be able to access your... car and then return here for your friend.” Eden explained your situation calmly. “This is not a problem, though. I was sent here not only to take your friend...”

“Kay.” you interrupt.

“Yes... She was chosen by my brother to be his wife, although **** is a term much more appropriate. The preparations for the ceremony will take some time but we need to hurry nevertheless.”

You expected as much about Kay’s fate but now that you know it’s true you feel motivated to rescue your friend from these barbarians. This knowledge gives you the will to keep on fighting. You close your eyes and take a deep breath just like you do every time to focus and gather the courage for the task ahead.

“You, on the other hand,” the dark-skinned woman continued “were summoned to my father’s bed chamber. He has taken interest in you and... I hope you are ready for this.”

The thought of being a concubine for some pagan priest sends shivers down your spine but, as you feel the dampness between your thighs, you begin to wonder if it is because of fear or lust.

“Is that...” you hesitate for a moment. “Is that necessary?”

“I am afraid it is. His warriors would quickly notice him missing, if you were to take a more violent course of action, but this way I will be able to access his chamber and take your belongings while my father is busy...” she falls silent and looks away, not to meet your gaze.

“Busy fucking me.” you finish the sentence in your thoughts.

“Anyway,” Eden continues “when my father is done with you he will leave to attend and supervise the preparations. I will set you free then and show you the way to sneak out of the building.”

“What about Kay? You know we’re not leaving without her.”

“When you are on your on way to the... car, I will try to persuade the slaves performing the purification ritual on Kay that the ceremony has been cancelled so that they let me take her back to her cell. If my authority will prove insufficient I will use **** to take your friend back. Once this Kay is free we will be able to escape before an alarm is raised. Keep in mind that I am as **** to leave as you are and...”

This time your conversation is interrupted by one of the guards entering the room. Like the rest of the warriors, he is wearing nothing but an animal hide loincloth and a bone necklace. You keep your eyes fixed on his crotch, imagining the size of this young man’s tool and how it would feel to have this young stud fill your hot pussy while you grind against each other. Only after a moment or two do you realize what you are doing and look up at the man’s face. He doesn’t bother trying to hide his lecherous smile while he looks at you but quickly wipes it off his face when he turns to Eden.

“Yes, yes, Jael.” the woman speaks before the man even states his purpose. “The **** is ready and will cause no trouble. Am I right, girl?”

“Yes.” You reply meekly.

The guards escorted you to the chief’s chambers along the corridors of the facility. You were surprised to notice that there were many more people here than you saw earlier at the parking lot and they all seemed to be gathering in the main hall of the factory. A large room with something resembling a stage built in the center and surrounded by many walkways suspended from the ceiling on different stories. There was a car seat placed on the stage like a throne and in front of it the floor was covered with red symbols and markings of some unknown origin. Surely, this was the place the ceremony was supposed to be held at.

All the way, the men who were leading you kept making lewd comments on your current situation, whispering obscene promises in your ear, pawing your impressive bosom and shapely ass whenever no one was watching. You fought with the desire building up inside you. It took every bit of your willpower not to gasp lustfully whenever your already stiff and erect nipples were pinched through the fabric of your clothes, not to moan whenever your panties were pulled from behind, making the thin strap of cloth slip between your lower lips. The men seemed to notice your struggle and took even more pleasure from teasing you.

Again you found yourself cursing the side effects of your scout conditioning but, nevertheless, by the time you reached the priest’s bedroom you were almost ready to beg to be fucked.

When you enter the bed chamber, you notice it is just one of the more spacious offices with a crude but comfortable looking bed standing at one of the windows. It’s already dark outside. Behind an old desk you see the tribe’s priest accompanied by two attractive girls who are kneeling naked at his sides. The older man watches patiently as the guards untie you and leave and his slaves begin to take off your clothes. You can’t bear to look neither the man nor the girls in the eye so you stare at the ground in front of your feet, blushing.

Your top comes off first followed quickly by your bra. You lift your hands to cover the huge mounds of your breasts, which causes the chief to lean back in his chair with a smile. He seems to enjoy your embarrassment. The girls then pull down your trousers revealing the sexy curves of your hips and your long, slender legs. You keep your thighs pressed against each other and, when one of the slaves reaches to take off your panties (the other one is untying your braid), you feel that the fear of being taken... The fear of being **** by this man is too much. You can’t do it. Not even for Kay. Not for anyone.

Just then the girl forcefully pulls your underwear down. She looks with astonishment at the damp spot on your panties and then at your crotch. You let out a quiet whimper when you feel your hot juices trickling down the inner side of your thigh and when you hear the old chief’s amused laughter you feel your face becoming completely red with embarrassment. In your thoughts, you curse your treacherous body. It is all the fault of the therapy you’ve been through. This isn’t you... This can’t be the real you.

Once you’re standing naked before their priest, the two girls quietly leave the room. This may be the best chance to take matters into your own hands.