๐ฎ โThe Cult Broke Herโ โ Forbidden Rites Beneath the Earth
They struck from the shadows โ robed figures chanting in tongues older than time.
Alice fought. She always fought. But the runes seared her nerves, paralyzing her mid-blade swing.
Now she hangs from the dungeon ceiling, arms bound, armor ripped open by greedy hands and dark magic. Her thighs tremble with each incantation. Her defiance fades with every hungry touch.
The high priest whispers into her ear as he thrusts deep โ โYour body will worship before your lips do.โ
One by one, they use her. Explore her. Fill her. Her moans echo in the stone chambers, soaked in shame and pleasure.
When the ritual ends, her skin is marked with glowing sigils, dripping with cum, her eyes fluttering โ not with resistance, but with need.
The Wanderer doesnโt want freedom anymore.
She wants another round.