Rooting out heresy

You shudder as the metal shackles are clamped around your wrists, then give a short squeal as the chain is tightened, pulling your arms over your head until you are standing on the toes of your stiletto heels. Your friends have been treated the same way, the four of you in a line, squirming and helpless.

Amy is crying and screaming to be released, while Steph is only just starting to realise that it's not some kind of joke, and is staring around in wide eyed surprise that is rapidly turning into alarm. Brianna hangs limply in her shackles, very drunk and seemingly unaware of what is happening.

You watch as the six guys pull off their crimson robes, exposing leather harnesses across their chests and little else. Their thick cocks are all on display, one or two of them about half hard, while the others hang flaccid. They don black leather hoods that cover their faces, then walk back to stand in front of you, watching you in silence.

"Shut that one up!" the apparent leader barks, pointing at Amy. Two others step towards her and **** a ball gag into her mouth, strapping it behind her head. Her shrieks diminish to muffled whining as the leader nods in satisfaction.

"If any of the others start squealing, treat them likewise my brothers," he commands, then paces in front of the four of you, carefully looking at each of you in turn.

"Heretics, nothing but heretics," he says thoughtfully. "Brothers, we have much work to do tonight. Four brazen heretics to put to the question, determine their guilt, and assign their punishment. Who shall be first? Shall it be the sluttish cat, or the harlot schoolgirl, the strumpet police officer, or the whorish bunny? Vote my brothers. Choose which heretic will be first to submit to the Inquisition."

The remaining five pause a moment, then each point a finger towards you and your friends.