In the depths of the enchanted forest, where the moonlight danced through the ancient trees and the air hummed with magic, a forbidden gathering took place. A circle of shadowy figures surrounded a stone altar, their cloaks billowing in the night breeze as they chanted in a language lost to time.
At the center of the circle knelt a slave slut, her skin shimmering with an otherworldly glow, bound and exposed for the pleasure of her dark masters. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with desire and anticipation, her body quivering with a potent mix of fear and arousal.
A wicked grin curved the lips of the High Priestess as she stepped forward, holding a gleaming bowling pin in her hand. The phal