In the spacious room there were five of them. Mentor, two students and two simulators for them. Men settled on soft boxes, face up, tied so that if they wanted to, they could not move even a centimeter. Their eyes were closed with bandages, gags in their mouths did not allow to speak. Even the ears were covered with resin so that the prisoners could not eavesdrop on the conversations of their captors. Only one thing was joyful in their position: unlike ordinary prisoners and prisoners, they did not have to suffer from the lack of female affection. On the contrary, daily hours-long intercourse with the use of stimulants of sexual force were exhausting no worse than waving a pick in the mine. However, men's problems were of little interest to the nymphatic kidnappers, so there was no one to complain about the mistreatment.

Pupils diligently comprehended the science of love, saddled reliably bound prisoners. Their clothes were neatly folded next to the chairs, everything had to be in order. Naked female bodies rose and fell vigorously, sweat rolled down in hail, but the Mentor did not seem to notice their diligence.

- You are moving wrong. You are doing up and down, but it is necessary - forward-back-up, as if in a circle.

- Yes, Mentor. The younger priests breathed in unison.

They moved a little differently, but still not the way she would have liked. Angry for a moment, Vitala calmed herself, because the training for that exists, so that the girls step by step comprehend the immodest art. It is unwise to demand perfection from them from the very beginning. However, a demonstration was needed. The teacher already wanted to stop one of the students and to show everything with her own example, how another person entered the room.

He was tall and handsome. A proud posture, regular features, a muscular body, the merits of which were emphasized with taste of the chosen clothes. Straight yellowish-white hair to the shoulders. Rwand entered and, seeing the naked feminine charms - a sight that filled his heart with joy, smiled broadly. Vitala, however, was dressed, but even without her magnificent forms, the view turned out to be impressive, because the constant exhausting workouts made from ordinary girls slender and stately beauties.

- You're on time. Lie down there, I need to show you something.

- As you say, my sweet.

He did not need to be asked twice. Comfortably, he lay down on the bed, he lowered his pants, exposing the organ sticking up. Vitala immediately straddled him, showing the right movements. Rwanda portrayed unearthly bliss, but the Mentor just smiled disgustedly at his acting.

- So, not up and down, but smoothly, in a circle.

- Yes, Mentor.- the girls answered almost simultaneously, ineptly trying to repeat the intricate exercise.

To the great chagrin of Rwanda, Vitala immediately climbed off of him, straightening his clothes. Without giving a look that he was upset, he got up, put his appearance in order and said:

- My sweetheart, our Master calls you to him.

“Why didn’t you say it at once, depraved!” - the priestess was indignant.

- My joy, do not beat me! - Rwanda hardly rose from the floor, rubbing the aching ribs - I am not a tank, I can die accidentally. I must be loved and surrounded by tenderness.

Vitala abruptly turned to the female students.

“I’ll probably be back soon.” If not, then continue without dinner. You will have a workshop on anal sex. Whigs, don't you ride on it, do as I showed!

- Yes, Mentor. - without much confusion answered one of the girls.

- After that you have a free lesson. As usual, do everything for which there is enough imagination, but without fanaticism. Rwand, do not bother to molest my female students. I recognize - I will skin off! They still have to work and work. Everything, I went.

When Vitala turned away, Whig quickly showed her tongue to Rwanda, responding to his devouring gaze. He smiled, knowing that she was just teasing him that way. In fact, she is not averse to fucking with him once or twice, when no one sees, but now it was not worth interfering with her studies. With a wink at the girls, he went to look for Sylvestre — another priestess who needed to be called to the toothy god.

Rwanda liked Andorra very much. He believed that Umurumuru is the best god of all that was here, and his shrines are a little paradise on earth. The ancient deity gathered together many nymphomaniac and allowed them not to limit their desires. So turned his cult. Women and girls gathered in shrines to satisfy their lust and teach each other the tricks of love science. And in this magical world he was accepted and loved. Of course, he was far from being the only man in the community, but none of them took such a high place, the majority remained just novices. He was ready to love all women, and many of them, in response, were ready to love him. Other aspects of the activity of the cult were of little interest to him. He did not care where Umurumuru came from and what he ultimately needed. He didn’t know and didn’t want to know why a cult has so many male captives, whether it is necessary to collect weapons and armor for the Great Guards, why the Host has enough strength three times a day to move into a statue, although other deities hardly incarnate once every ten years, is the project Revival and so on. He was only worried about earthly love, of course.

Sylvie was found in the gym. He was not beautiful in the conventional sense, but her body and eyes radiated strength, so there was no one who would dare to doubt aloud the physical data of the high priestess. Short stature. A small fullness hid the muscles of a seasoned warrior. Black wavy hair was short, barely reaching the shoulders. Clothes not defiant, quite suitable for combat training, but inconvenient for what they usually did in such places. She sat too well, had to take it off too long.

Sylvester batted a dumb dummy. Slivers flew from the dummy, the stick cracked and was ready to break, but the woman stubbornly continued. Broken equipment is a common practice for training.

- My love, I have to interrupt your occupation.

“You tell everyone about love.” Are there too many promises for one person?

From the corner of the room I heard a passionate female moan. The couple merged in hot arms right on the floor, lying in the middle of the piles like horrible scattered clothes. These two did not want to notice what was happening around, completely surrendering to primitive intimacy. In this place they could afford it, it was not customary to be ashamed of other people's views.

- My love is so much that it is enough for everyone, my dear. And if not enough, so is this love?

“You didn't convince me.” If you come to me, then you will have to leave - I intend to exercise until the evening.

Another moan from the corner of the room broke the silence, but no one paid attention to him. A hundred times already heard.

- Alas, now I must call you to the Boss.

- He called me exactly? Now it's Somona's turn.

“He also called Vital, our beloved friend.”

- This is already strange. What will he do with two at once? Maybe he has grown another member and now can have two at the same time? What do you think?

Rwand believed that it was blasphemous to discuss the Host, but for some reason did not turn the charge against Sylvie’s language.

- Well, go faster to find out.

Sylvester threw the stick on the floor, which made her completely split and walked out of the room in a cheerful step. The priest looked sadly into the corner of the room, where the process of intercourse was noisily approaching completion. Everything is going well for them, and Rwand today received only refusals one by one. Well, nothing, the day is long, he still has time to find his woman, especially since at this time of day most of the beauties were in real life at work, entering the game only in the evenings.

Women entered the hall together. To the dismay of Sylvie, there were no changes in the appearance of the main statue of Umurumura. All the same stone ...