Submit to them

You take a second to consider. Maybe you could outrun them all. Or hide. Or overpower them one by one after they split up.

But honestly you're not even sure you can be arsed.

They obviously do this with some frequency; they know the terrain and are all quite fit. (one of the women even has broader shoulders than you, for heavens sake.) You on the other hand are still knackered. Your legs feel like jelly, your vision is still dancing and you're still growing increasingly horny as the **** take effect.

Pick your battles and all that, you tell yourself. It's not apathy and it's not surrender, it's just conserving strength for when it really matters.

"I'll.. play along with your.." Your voice i hoarse and you pause briefly to search for a suitable word and settle on: "..ceremony."

"How gracious of you." The priestess replies; there's definitly something posh about her voice, a cadence you've yet to hear in this town.

"Can I ask-" you begin, hoping to at least get a bit of info out of the ordeal.

"No." Her voice is stern but not without mirth. Several hands untie you and help you to your feet. The leader elegantly closes her fingers around your shaft, tugging authoritatively on your cock until you follow, stumbling a bit on unsure legs. The women around you steady you, and lead you forward, their furtive touches lingering on your arms, shoulders, chest and rear with apparent enjoyment and appreciation.