"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, my dear," Aurélien cooed, his voice dripping with lust as he gazed at your bound form. "In the Chamber of Sacrifice, your body will be subjected to an endless array of pleasures and torments – all to prepare you for the ultimate offering." Oliver's piercing gaze locked onto you, his thick member pulsing beneath his robe. "You'll writhe and moan like the whore you are while we milk every last drop from those sweet, tender balls."

"Y-yes, yikes indeed, Twisty," Aurélien breathed, his violet gloves skimming over your tight body. "But once you submit to us, you'll find pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Imagine feeling the warm, slick cum cascading down your throat, knowing that every drop is yours to worship, to consume... to become one with. And when Rhynzotz has had his fill, we shall reward you with release so powerful it would leave a mortal man quivering for days."

"Oh, be still," Oliver says with a laugh, grabbing your flailing arms and pinning them down against the wall. He leans forward, his breath hot on your ear. "You'll feel much better once you give in." Aurélien steps closer, watching intently as Oliver runs a gloved hand up and down your now-naked shaft.

"It's time for the violet glory," Aurélien says softly, nodding towards another doorway on the far side of the chamber. "Take him."

Oliver Pichler sighs heavily and picks you up by your bound arms, carrying you through the violet glory room and into a dimly lit hallway beyond. The air is thick with anticipation as you hear the muffled sounds of men moaning and crying out in pain coming from behind the heavy wooden doors along the corridor.

"You'll be meeting some of our brothers soon," Oliver says, his voice rough with excitement. "They're all eager to help you through your initiation."