Behind closed doors, the secret society of chim to initiates gathers, their eyes fixed on the two new initiates, their bodies bare and vulnerable. The da m n, a towering figure of power and authority, stands before them, his voice echoing through the dimly lit room as he recites the ancient incantations. The girls, their dark hair cascading down their backs, their small, firm breasts heaving with each breath, are led to the massive stone phallus. One by one, they are positioned, their tiny hands unable to grasp its immense size. With a deep inhale, they lower themselves, feeling the cold, hard stone push against their untouched, virgin flesh. A sharp cry escapes their lips as their hymens stretch and give way, a warmth spreading through their bodies as they are filled completely. The room is filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slick sounds of their bodies moving on the stone, their innocence lost in a ritual that has been performed for centuries.