Ganged by the gang cult

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if easily offended.

I was walking along the beach at night, just taking in the night air and enjoying stretching my legs. I lost track of time and ended up walking much further than I had ever before, with only the moonlight to guide me.

I then saw what looked like a large fire of some sort in the distance, and I heard what seemed to be a chanting of some sort. As I got closer I could see that the fire was surrounded by at least a dozen red-clad individuals and that they were prostrating themselves before the blaze and uttering very weird incantations.

It was a little unnerving, to say the least, but I was fascinated. This seemed to be a cult of some kind. I wondered whom they worshipped and why they seemed to be performing a ritual in the middle of the night.

I felt it was somewhat rude to interrupt them, but I couldn’t resist, my curiosity got the better of me. I walked up to them.

One of the figures turned to face me. They were all dressed in red cloaks with hoods to obscure their faces. He pulled his hood back slightly to reveal his face.

“You have come.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant. I decided to ask a question.

“Um, hello. I was just out taking walk and saw you’re having a…well, I don’t what exactly. Could you fill me in on what you’re doing? It all looks very interesting.”

“We worship Eros”, said the man. “We are enthralled by the one true god of sex. We saw your arrival in the flames tonight, which means you have come to serve us. And you are welcome to serve us, we do not turn down anyone.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant or how to respond. Several of the others then began to walk toward me. I shifted uncomfortably.

“Um, what’s going on?”

“You must get undressed first. The ritual always involves the removal of all clothes. It can be no other way, it has always been so.”

They surrounded me, hands were on me, and I was being stripped. I should have fought it, I should have told them to get their hands off me, but there was something about them, something about the man’s voice, something about the fire. It was all