Seven

Groans and sighs fill the air but one sharp look from the Cult Mistress quickly silences any objections. The tension around the altar is tangible and you're surprised that all the robed women suddenly seem hesitant to continue. The strange atmosphere persists for several long seconds before you notice the triumphant smile on the leader's red lips.

"Well sisters.." she says and her amusement instantly turns steely as she fixes each and everyone present in the circle with a hard look, "No one here can claim perfection; who shall be the first to admit their sin."

You watch fascinated as each woman quickly avert their gazes, unable to meet her eyes. You're not exactly sure what's going on - you remember something about.. winter and cleansing.. but you have no clue exactly what that entails. Whatever it is you've been dragged into, you can tell that there's some strange power struggle going on, but aside from that you're not sure.

Finally the cult elder sighs audibly and the corners of her mouth take a warmer turn, "Very well. I can be generous. After all it is not exactly the appointed time."

The relief is palpable but quickly gives away to intense focus as the tall woman confidently strides to the center of the clearing, standing at the foot of the alter. You gaze down past your achingly red cock, unable to look away as she reaches up and grabs the strings holding up her robe. The cloth is absolutely silent as it slithers down her body to pool at her feet and you're treated to the sight of her naked form. While she's fit, her legs long and her stomach flat, her body definitely reveals her to be the oldest woman present. Stern wrinkles, silver hair and a pair of breasts that, while still full and inviting, have started to sag - you can only imagine how stunning she must have been in her prime. Still she's definitely attractive, as attested by the joyful bounce your cock made when she disrobed.
She waits patiently while you finish checking her out, unashamedly basking in your attention. Finally your eyes reach her face and notice the smirk adorning it.
"My name is Miranda." she says solemnly, "and my sin is Pride."

Complete silence. For a heartbeat or two at least, then it seems the floodgates have finally opened because someone else starts moving towards you, only to be cut off by another woman quickly moving past to stand by Miranda's side at your feet. She too lets the robe drop, revealing a lithe hourglass figure with delicious round tits peaked by large, pink nipples. Between her legs a single strip of brown hair leads your eyes directly to her crotch. You only catch yourself staring when she primly clears her throat and you take in the rest of her. Voluminous hazel hair, large expressive eyes and an expression of adoration - not of you but of the cult leader, Miranda.
"My name is Elizabeth. And my sin is.." she hesitates for a second, then plows on: "My sin is Greed."

Laughing and giggling break out, but doesn't last long because the woman who was cut off earlier quickly steps forward. She doesn't hesitate to step in front of Elizabeth to ensure you're all she's looking at, running her hands down her body and pulling the cloth tight against her curves and giving you a quick teaser of what's to come. For someone markedly shorter than the women she's standing next to, she definitely knows how to demand attention and you feel your mouth go dry as she ever so leisurely reaches up and undoes the robe. Underneath you see tanned skin and a modest yet enticing figure - classic example of cougar, from her shapely legs, past her manicured nails to her predatory smile.
"Hiya, bunny." She says sweetly and bites her lower lip, "My name is Alexis and my sin is Envy."

The next woman to step up is barely that - and barely does that. She's practically skipping up to stand among the other women and she eagerly throws off the robe. Her skin is coffee-coloured, probably mixed race, and her hair is curly. She is young! Her body is slight, with a girlish figure: humble B-cup breasts (at most), petite perk nipples and waifish hips. Her thighs barely meet and in the gap between you notice her flushed pussylips and - despite the awkward angle and the dim light you can tell that she's absolutely soaked, pussy juice running down her skin in glistening trails. As much as you're devouring her with your eyes, she does the same - her stare has barely left your cock and you notice that she's actually panting. When she finally looks up, she notices you looking and gives a cute smile.
"Oh.. right!" She suddenly realizes the situation, "My name is Molly and my sin is DEFINITELY Lust."

It takes a few seconds for the next one to step up. All the obvious ones have apparently either already stepped forward or is for some reason ****. After a bit of prodding another short figure steps forward. The robe is practically ripped off and the scowl underneath completely interrupts the elevator eyes you were about to make. You stare into her dark eyes, too intimidated to look away, and only after three agonizing seconds does she avert her gaze and allows you to drink in the sight of her body. Pale skin, long and glossy hair and definitely on the curvier side, with a figure that could very easily slide past plump into husky if she didn't keep in under such strict control. You don't notice a single hair on her body and her pussy is plainly visible and inviting, through shapely thighs.
"My name is Ella." She says, following the same formula as the rest though through gritted teeth, "and my sin is.. Wrath."

You swallow, still slightly intimidated by Ella, when you feel a hand on you shoulder. A shapely figure walks past you and at the glimpse of blonde hair you recognize Sister Camilla. Her smile is warm and inviting and she takes her sweet time to undress, slowly dropping the robe to reveal a wanton bosom, a soft stomach and a crotch of hair that barely matches the drapes. While Ella was bordering plump, Camilla is owning that domain. She strikes a few ironic poses, highlighting different assets and ending in a twirl that reveals that she has a substantial ass on her.
"My name is Camilla, darling." She says, "and my sin is Gluttony!"

The space at your feet has filled up with these six figures in a half-circle, but you get a feeling they're still making room someone. Someone is missing. You look around, so do the remaining half of the robed women. The confusion last only a few moments though, when one of the robed women pushes another insistently forward. You hear a sigh as the final woman walks forward. She shrugs off her robe and you see beautiful brown skin, slender legs and long glossy black hair that reaches the middle of her back. Aside from Molly she's the only woman you'd guess is younger than you and if her expression is anything to go by, she does not enjoy being shoved into the spotlight in this way.
"My name is Anjani and.." she looks over the shoulder to the woman who can only be her mother, and receives a stern look in return, "..and my sin is Sloth."

With those final words seven women stand before you, each one having stripped bare and confessed to a different sin. The tension in the air has only intensified and it seems everyone is waiting something. You in turn don't even know where to look, because no matter where your eyes land they're met with a buffet of gorgeous ladies of all ages.
Finally Cultleader Miranda claps and says: "Since this is pretty extraordinary circumstances, and you have been such a good boy and played along so far.. Why don't you decide who you shall cleanse first?"