Cultist(Left): Well that sure was... interesting.

Cultist(Right): Gotta admit, it's a first for me.

Cultist(Center): Well let's hope this is going to be a first for her as well, haha!

Cultist(Center): Seriously you two, next time just grab her and stop her from doing stuff like that.

Cultist(Center): Don't you agree, slut?

Carmen grunts through the gag; or tries to anyway. As if the taught leather binds around her head aren't bad enough, a long cylindrical tube is stuffed through a center hole and into her mouth. It forces down her tongue and if she bends her head the wrong way she can feel it jab the inside of her throat.

She can't believe the position she finds herself in. The day had started out so promising too.

Just yesterday she found this magical altar, ripe with mana and begging to be performed upon. All she needed was a subject. Usually it takes at least a week to scout out potential victims with all the planning, luring, and luck it involves. But just this morning some dimwitted farm girl meandered right to this very spot, complaining about losing her way. With just an innocent smile and a little bit of false sympathy, Carmen coaxed the girl into standing on the altar out of her own free will, biting her lip and asking "What is this?" and "How will this get me home?"

Shortly after, she was collapsed atop the snow covered stones with an icicle spike protruding from her throat.

It was all going so smoothly; Carmen was finally going to attempt a full fledged resurrection. It takes a ton of mana to pull off and can only be done under prepared circumstances, but if done correctly the girl would return to life unscathed. Well, physically anyway. Carmen was expecting her to run off screaming.

After an hour of preparation (lighting the candles, rereading the chants, and harnessing magicka), Carmen began. The spell itself only takes a few minutes, but in those precious moments Carmen had to stay completely focused. As it happened, the Cultists took notice of her within those moments, and things only went downhill from there.

Completely absorbed in the ritual, Carmen did not hear them sneak behind her. The girl's corpse was just starting to levitate above the altar when Carmen's arms were yanked back. Her focus snapped and the corpse began to shake. She could feel leather binds pull her wrists together, but dared not turn away from the corpse. Breaking the spell at that moment... well, even Carmen did not know what would end up happening.

She felt an aggressive yank as her wrists are knotted tight behind her back and knew she had to make a decision. Either turn to face whoever was attacking her and try to fight them off, risking ruining the spell, or try to complete the ritual and surely end up in an even further predicament.

As Carmen regrets now, she went with the latter.

She kept her eyes glued to the corpse as the assailants desperately tried to pull her away, watching it rise higher and higher from the altar. It began to twitch violently. Carmen was losing control of it. Its limbs snapped back and forth as the joints bent in ways not humanly possible.

Only one of the aggressors voiced concern, asking skittishly "Uh, should we stop?"

Carmen tried to ignore them, but they wouldn't have it.

"We have to interrupt her spell, not stop, you idiot!" blared another one.

Carmen was then suddenly yanked back by her bindings, stumbling backwards from the alter. Her feet slipped against the snowy steps and the corpse began to slide out of view. Her focus slipped and she watched helplessly as the corpse descended to the earth, its limbs still lashing outwards like a whip.

Unable to brace her fall, she hits the ground with a painful thud. One second she is staring at the blue sky, the next she is staring at a wave of red accompanied by the sound of a loud splat.

She closed her eyes and screamed. When she opened them up, three masked faces stared down at her, behind them Carmen could only assume was a smile.

Exhausted from the ritual and completely drained of magicka, she could only glower helplessly as the gag was stuffed in her mouth and her clothes were torn away.

Now she sits atop that same altar she had just performed on, the only semblance of her efforts being the spatters of dead farm girl.

Carmen: Mmmph.

Cultist(Center): Ooh, yes! Make sure to keep making those sounds, mmkay?

Carmen grunts again. She does not want to give this man anything, not even the satisfaction of a small moan, but he will taunt her no matter what. Plus, the rod jutting down her throat is causing her mouth to fill with saliva, and if she doesn't groan and cough to swallow it down, she fears she may choke on it.

Carmen: Mmmggg!

The Cultist begins to undo the laces on his tunic, slowly making his way toward Carmen as he does. She shoots him glares, oh so wishing that she could use magic right now.

He takes the finals steps of the altar and drops his tunic in a heap on the ground below him. He stands with majesty, as if he has something to be proud of, and taunts mockingly:

Cultist: You're gonna miss what's in your mouth in a bit, slut.

Carmen glances below the man's waist. It isn't all that impressive, and Carmen is pretty sure the gag goes deeper in her mouth than that ever will, yet her glares cease and eyes widen either way.

Cultist: Haha, I love that look!

Female Cultist: Forgetting something, Boss?

One of the other Cultists dangles a different gag in her fingers. It has the same kind of straps that wrap around the wearers head to keep it secure, but instead of a rod to go inside the mouth, it was a wide metal ring to keep the jaw forced open.

Cultist: Oh! I am. Go go, put it on her!

The female Cultist saunters over to the altar, swishing the gag in her palm. She drops to her knees and undoes Carmen's current gag. Not giving her the chance to speak, she stuffs the new one in place, prying open Carmen's jaw even more.

Female Cultist: Mmmm, you look ravishing.

Female Cultist: I'm going to enjoy watching you.

Carmen: Mmmmph...

All of the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth begins to drool over her lips. Carmen moans as it dribbles down her chin and onto her breasts. Turns out the Cultist was right... She is missing the other gag.

Female Cultist: Alright, she's all set. Fuck her hard, Boss; I love hearing them squeal.

Cultist: With pleasure.

Carmen grunts as the woman turns away. Before she can turn back towards the other Cultist, strong fingers wrap around her hair and tug her forward. All she can do is close her eyes as big, meaty hands push her head forward.

With the gag forcing her jaw wide, the man's cock slides into her mouth with ease.

Carmen gags as her head is pushed back and forth. Not because it is big or even going deep, but because of the taste. It is salty and dry like moldy, old venison and bits of skin flake off and mix with the drool filling her mouth like a river. She squeezes her eyes even tighter as the Cultists starts to move faster. She can no longer suppress the moans as the thought of what his cum probably tastes like fills her head.

Cultist: Heh... Heh... You sound like you're having fun.

Cultist: Well you're about to have even more right... about... now.

The Cultist lets out a loud "ah!" immediately followed by Carmen's squealing.

Cultist: Ha... Ha... That's right...

He gradually slows down his hands as he reaches the climax. Carmen can feel her mouth fill up. As if the Cultist himself tastes bad enough, his offspring's are even more vile. It lathers over her tongue, making her gag. She desperately wants to spit it out, but with the Cultists cock still forced firmly in her mouth, she can't. With a maon, Carmen channels all the courage she can muster and swallows it down, eager to rid it from her mouth.

Cultist: Finally! I thought I'd have to keep you there forever!

The Cultist pulls out and turns away. Carmen drops back, panting. Whatever was still in her mouth spills out from her lips and onto her chest, the abhorrent taste refusing to let up.

Cultist: She's all yours!

Other Cultist: About damn time. I hate how you always keep them there until they swallow.

Cultist: Just go have your turn already.

Carmen continues to pant, her head reeling and jaw aching. As the other Cultist approaches Carmen tries to scoot away. In response he grabs her hair and pulls her back, then slamming her down against the stones.

Other Cultist: Get ready. This usually hurts.

Carmen: Nnngg...

Carmen braces herself as she feels the Cultist bounce his penis against her rump. Despite her efforts, she screams out and lurches her back as the Cultist rams himself into her ass. As Carmen struggles and tries to pull away she is immediately restrained by the Cultists free hand.

Carmen: MMMPH!

Other Cultist: Quit struggling.

This only makes her struggle more. She kicks out with her feet and tries to push the Cultist's hand off, but this only makes him hold tighter. He leans forward, pushing Carmen's head further down and forcing himself deeper inside.

Other Cultist: I'll be done soon.

With the Cultist full weight on her, Carmen can only make subtle movements. Trying to get free is futile, yet she tries so anyway. However when she feels the Cultist finish, she knows there's no point in struggling any further.

Other Cultist: Ah... That was good. She was awfully tight.

Cultist: Yeah yeah, tell me later. We gotta get going.

Other Cultist: What are we gonna do with her?

Cultist: Leave her. She's a mage, I'm sure she can find a way out.

Carmen lays atop the altar, chest heaving. Her ass burns, her body is trembling, and the taste in her mouth is yet to leave.

But that isn't the worst of it. She can finally feel her magicka return to her, but is is doing so slowly. Very slowly. When her spell malfunctioned, the corpse exploding apparently wasn't the only effect. Carmen has no idea when she will be able to cast a spell, and, as a result, when she will be able to get out of the binds.

Cultist: And if she doesn't, well... We know where to find her.