The janitor locked the side door at 12:03 a.m.I heard the deadbolt slide home from inside the confessional. The sound was final. Heavy. No going back.I stayed kneeling, blindfold tight, hands still unbound, cum drying on my face and breasts, pussy and throat still throbbing from the first six loads. My breathing was ragged. My knees ached against the wood. My clit felt like a live wire—swollen, untouched, pulsing with every heartbeat.Footsteps returned.More than one set.The curtain rustled again.This time no cocks came through the screen.Hands reached in—multiple pairs—grabbed my upper arms, my waist, my hair. They pulled me forward, out of the booth, into the main nave.I stumbled, blind, bare feet on cold stone. The air changed—bigger space, echoes, faint candle wax and incense. They dragged me a few steps, then pushed me down onto something hard and flat.The altar steps.Cold marble against my back. My arms were pulled above my head. Rope looped around my wrists again—tight
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