The crack of the whip, the sound reaching me jus moments for the sting upon me sensitive bud. Tears dripped down me cheeks as the pain lanced through me body and I jumped back…the chain pulling tight an tugging me. I pushed me self forwards again, every inch of me screaming in shear anguish. Pressing me self ‘gainst the crystal like ghost of me torment, if only to hide me flesh from another assault.

“no”….as much to his words as his deeds….”god did none of that…men did in his name an failed…much like you…who shows such hate, an brings pain to me body. Oh … I know your kind, you are the kind that would use gods name to justify your sinful actions…would do as You do now as justification for yur torment of me earthly body.

Tongues, wet an slimy slithered tween our bodies to wrap themselves round the swollen rose colored ends of me nipples. Each squeeze of them sent pleasure through me body, not sexual per say, but one more of relief, relief that the fullness of them was being drained…relief that I would hurt less as they did what god intended for um an gave up their nutrition to feed another mouth. I to had tasted me milk, had learned in class what another’s milk tasted like. Wiggling gainst him I offered him what I could

An then he pulled me gain, wrenching the denim shorts right off me, a ripping sound that echoed off the walls an tore gainst me skin in the violence of the action. I lost me footing an slowly spun, hanging from me arms, me breasts still encircled by the long tongues flickering across me swollen nipples. Gathering me feet under me I felt the shorts slide free, only the waistband of me stockings an the large diamonds of string remained. Cool air blew across me exposed sex sending shivers up me spine…

“please….you don’t have to do this…please don’t…” the nightmare closed in on me. I could do nothing but watch, a part of me wanting to scream, to curse…to kick…to stomp, anything to end the nightmare that left me bare mound exposed, a glint of gold riding at the top of me sex…the pink slit still closed as I once gain crossed me ankles an prayed with all me heart for his will to be done.

“yes…I will give you a confession, but I suspect it wouldn’t be nearly as juicy as you might think…god has directed me life so far, an the woman I married is me partner for better an for worse…for richer or poorer…till death do us part. An god wuz thar an blessed our union….so who is the hypocrite now….” I felt the heat within me…felt the anger that was not of god…..”afraid that your ghostly abilities will never come close to what a woman can make me feel…threatened ain’t you… Now who’s of the Inquisition, who’s of witch hunters and bigots..."

He chuckled, seeming almost satisfied as he ran a hand through your hair.

"You cling to your God, even as you forsake the ways of his people. A wise apporach... Maybe right... Maybe wrong... But I suppose you'll never know the truth of your faith until it's too late. Regardless, if your God existed, I have no doubt he'd turn his back on the church just as you did... Assuming, of course, "

He jerked her head up, bringing her face to face with the head he'd made, changed now. No longer was he decked with the trappings of the Cloth, dropping them for a more polished look, the bust-like image emerging from his mass now bore the crisp suit and careful combover of a career politician. His face was warped and twisted, though, eyesockets hollow and tongue forked, the mock-Senator's mouth full of jagged, misalligned teeth.

"But you're wrong about me, little girl... And I could tell you more, but it's classified. Suffice to say," he continued, looking away, "that mine are not the wrngs of Torquemada, but of MacCarthy." He hung his head as if the conversation had swung towards the one thing that embarassed him, made him feel vulnerable. The moment of frailty may have even been genuine... it was hard to tell.

He backed off a little, gently massaging her nipples as he absorbed the warm,s weet milk that flowed out of them. Shame or no shame, rage or no rage, he was getting nowhere fast, and needed her to drop her guard. Slowly, he reached a tendril across the room, picking up a father duster that was lying on the table and stroking her inner thighs with it. She had been expecting something fierce... He'd deny her that brutality until later.

She didn't deserve the right to be sure of anything.

"Please state your full name, miss, for the record, and your testimony will begin."

God smiled on me…how could he even know the truth of it if he chose to not believe. I’d seen miracles…many times. Did he not understand that we were both the miracle of creation. Bringing the temper that had flared in me heart an mind back down to a manageable boil I bit me tongue, keeping silent even as I wished to lash out an prove him wrong. But the shifting visage of faces…struck me as odd, from priest an confessor to a well dressed mad man. I had to be dreaming, an soon would awaken in me lovers arms while she caressed me in a soothing way…’cassie…is ok…ok…I’m here…’ oh to hear those words now, before the creature did what he must be desiring to do like so many other dreams.

I could only see his face, only feel the forked tongue like things that milked me swollen breasts an brought me pleasure an joy as the strands of thread were pulled from me tips. It had a sexualness to the act…but was not…was not a turn-on like when me lover placed her lips upon me mounds, but more of a pleasurable release. Sum thing I sought to relieve the pressure within those full curved mounds. I felt silly for having forgotten the pump an grateful the fullness wuz being relieved if the thing that did it wuz twisted an evil. He would never understand that god worked in mysterious ways.

An then the lightest caress upon me legs, sliding along me. I clenched all the harder, working to avoid the chance the thing that tickled an climbed higher would not part me…would not got tween the long line of mesh covered flesh. Flickering over me I felt a light caress across me bare mound, the golden ring moving slightly, its surface pushing ever so slightly ‘gainst me slumbering nub. The sensations brought giggles across me lips, I could not help me self an felt all the worse for laughing in the situation I faced…a small betrayal of me weak flesh…but the flesh is always weak…the spirit is what is strong.

Words ‘gain as he speaks. Another giggle as I twist upon the chain that holds me arms, sending me tender nipples across his cloth covered flesh. The chains through me piercing go taught, the painful tug reminding me of how little room I have to move….oh I try to stay still while me barren skin crawls gainst the ticklish caress. What willb e next…ribs, underarms…pinned unable to fight back…

“what?” Truly, I am now confused….”from holy confessor an inquisition to political witch hunter….? What crimes am I accused? I was to be punished for not having me undies on after class…due to a class experiment gone bad. Is that why you have stripped me…to make me feel badly…well I do…I want me clothes on, to not be displayed like sum two-bit tramp. I understand that I’d done wrong, but…but the circumstances … they allowed nothing else…please…you have to understand.” It wuz all there wuz to it…I had confessed, what more could he want of me….

"You stand accused of nothing, Cassie... You are, for the moment, being called as a witness..."

He ran the fealther duster along her warm, tight slit, teasing her clit oh-so-carefully.

"We believe grave and serious acts of subversion have taken place, acts harmful to the very core of the American moral fiber. These are serious matters, Cassandra... And this court will not hesitate to find you in contempt. Now, if you are innocent, you have nothing to fear..."

He suddenly leaned that horrible face in, licking her lips cruelly. "But this court has reason to believe you've been a very, very bad girl indeed. Now, once more, please state the full names of both yourself and your wife... Or would she be the husband?... for the record."

I could feel the furrows on me brow as I stared at him….what wuz this silly ness…the … touch upon the upper tip of me, the part I could do naught to protect from his horrible intentions…the gasp left me lips…a long shutter

“Stop now, it should be yur perversions that are on trial here. An I ain’t cossondra, so yah got the wrong girl any how. “ still he continued to blather on….like one of them commercials on the TV.

“Why is it after I say no, an tell you I am married an faithful to her that you continue to tease…continue yur vile touching, chain me an force me to endure it after stripping the very clothes from me gainst me will.” Gasping while the slimy tendrils wrap themselves further round me firm breasts, squeezing to get all the honey from those flowers of womanhood.

“It wuz not me that took me clothes off an spread me legs, No you sliced them from me body, an even now while I try an clench me legs together you try an play yur touch cross parts of me that ain’t none of yur business to be a touching. That is reserved demon, for me love, Hanaji…an For yur information I am Cassie Marie Smith and that is all yah need to know….now unhand me an let me go for this is a fools errand …. Oh me dreams are strange.” Me voice trailing off, spent for now. I want to wake up…to see me love an be held ‘gain.

Desperately I tried to slide sideways, away from the touch, letting it dance upon me pelvis, sliding over the skin an giggling some….perhaps this is gods way to prepare me to defend me love to me own parents..?...I reckon it so.

He runs a tentacle across her slit, then shoves it in, expanding it to the point where it feels like it'll rip her in two before bringing it back down to a more maneageable size.

"This... Hanaji... I wonder, what do you see in her?"

He squeezes her tits roughly. "Does she keep you warm, protect you from harm? Does she wait up for you when you're coming home late, bleary-eyed on the couch to greet you with her last drop of strength because she'd rather wear herself down to the point of exhaustion than go to bed without you?"

He ran a tiny feeler across her clit, a paddle-like tendril rising to the hapless girl's ass and swatting it softly. "Do her feeble arms around you really give you the strength to face the storm you know is coming? And where, is she, now, Miss Smith? In this, your hour of need... Why isn't she with you?"

The scream echoes off the hard rock walls, a sound of fear an pain…o’er an o’er it echoed in me ears stopping only when I’d run out of breath to send the sounds into the warm still air. Finally I realize that I am the one…the one that screams as the evil eel squirms tween me tightly clenched legs to wriggle up an split me…finding its way deep inside, finding its way deep an then expanding…till I feel like a hard round rock is trying to work ‘gainst me. Flesh expands an stretches till the pain hits as if a knife is driven into me, the blade working its edge ‘gainst me. Finally, it shrinks, but still it wiggles as if sum thing living an wild squirms within me secret place.

With failing knees I fall only held upright but for the sudden jerk on me wrists that makes me joints ache. I want to cry out to me lord an curse me lot in life…but …I can’t for everything happens for a reason…an that voice…the voice that drones one an does these horrible things to me…. I struggle to breath, gasping an a spitting a bit as the air rattles o’er me teeth. The ceiling tilts into view, me head hanging back, mouth open…oh that there were fly’s ‘bout I’d be in trouble. I laugh…out loud…strange what thought come into yur head when for all the world you want to run an can’t …when for all the world you wish you were elsewhere….

“Please stop…let me go….noooooo, really no…no…no….”. Hanaji, the word awakens things deep inside an scares me witless with what he might do to her if he gets her sordid hands upon her sweet flesh. “Leave her alone…you have me…jus let her be.”

"She's certainly content to let you be, isn't she?"

At this, the face melts away, leaving only a mask, a line down the middle, only a single eye-socket, the bottom like a gas mask. It was cartoonishly sinister, but hopefully in a nicely unnerving way. His voice had changed with each shift of face, and this one was deep and somehow intimate, like he knew something about her that she didn't.

"She knows you're here, doesn't she?"

The massive cocke shorten into a ring just unside her opening, a similar speculum of glassy-clear goo forming inside her tight little anus, both widening to let the cool, crisp air into her tender orifaces.

"She has know doubt that you will receiver punishment so very, very far beyond what it's possible for your crimes to merit."

Another crack of the whip, this one leaving a stnging welt where the ring used to be.

"And rather than coming to rescue you, rather than waiting outside the door to give you moral support after your horrible, debasing ordeal... she's nestled into her bed, sound asleep. Maybe there's another girl with her, keeping your spot warm. Either way... You're a thousand miles away, cold and wet, umiliated and alone, and she's curled up peacefully."

He shook his head, sighing a little. "This is what pity feels like, isn't it? I've never felt it before... Kind of like a happiness that was melted... But I'm almost certain I feel sorry for you."

Once more, the squeezing began upon me bosom, milking me like I wuz some cow sent to provide me bodies own energy to this horrible man. If this is what he intended with me I could only silently thank me lord…thank him that Hanaji had obeyed an stayed away as she knew to. There had been a time in the past…a time she went to discover how I had lost me memories…I had gone to find her hours later…in the end we lay in each others arms naked upon a floor. The ring the evil creature had thrown upon the floor had been placed upon me finger that one time. Vaguely the memory of our wedding intruded upon me mind, fighting its way through the assault upon me body. I used it …used it to remain one with me love.

“oh, lord please….I am glad she is not her to have you do this to here…I pray she is safe upon our bed, an will be thar when I get back.” For there wuz little doubt that the torments of this demon would have been vented on her as well if she wuz her. I would take on all he could give if it kept me love from harm…if it kept her from having to feel those cold bony hands upon her sweet body. Closing me eyes to him and the horrible face, I spent me time recalling me vows, the purity of them all.

Pain ran along me finger an up into me spine. “why….why do you….ohhhhh…” shifting as something presses gainst me bum…sliding through me clenched cheeks till it pushes its way past the tight curl of muscle that tries without avail to prevent the penetration of yet another of me privates. The beast I see intent on taking all he can from me.

“arrrrggg…..nooooo” yet another tear rolls down me cheek to join the others that have already fallen. I draw me lips in a snarl….”Let me loose an you will see what I think of you.”

Yet the picture he painted…a picture of me love with another upon our bed. That I feared, her own actions in bringing other girls for me…encouraging me to take them to our bed. Could he have some truth there in his words…could I be here while she took another in our bed?

Red hair billowed round me head with the shake of me head. Try as I could the image remained, the pressure within me driving me … distracting me from what I intended, cool air blew inside me…entered places it shouldn’t making me feel things I’d never fore felt. I brought me legs back under me while the coils went round an pushed deeper into me.

“Stop now….this is not pity…this is a bad thing…an your going to jail for it, I…I will tell admin what…what you doing….arrggghhhh….pity you….” Clenching me teeth as the anger rose within…an the jealousy…jealousy that perhaps me love did want someone else an that wuz why others shared our bed from time to time…..

He caressed her cheeks gently. "I said I felt sorry for you, Cassie. I don't say I was going to act on it."

He changed his face again, this time to that of a young woman with short, tomboyish hair, licking and nibblin her nipples eagerlt as a pair of suction cups form around the girl's nipples, eagerly playing the role of a breast pump, eager to milk her dry.

"You can't really be mad at her, can you? On an island so full of beauties, how could she resist? For that matter... Do you resist?"

The horrible thing stroked her clit gently, closing the rings that held her open, then opening them again, slipping in tiny little feelers to stroke playfully at her exposed insides.

"You don't really want to protect each other, do you? It's far too dangerous for such delicate little things..."

Fingers gently stroked me face in the most intimate of ways, their path meant to sooth me tortured mind an body. So at odds with the other places…the other … I could not think on it. Rape, he, the ghostly demon spawn wuz a playing me like demons do, trying to trick me, to make me his in mind an body an soul. Oh….I would focus on his actions an the liberties he took with me body to keep me self from listening to that silver tongue.

“I resist even you…ohhhh”, another gentle stroke trying to tease me body…rape me in such a way It would no longer be so. I had not asked for this, the release of me milk, gently being pumped from me body. The strange sensations of having me insides caressed an prodded at by a hundred lil fingers. Closing me eyes I tried to concentrate…tried to see me lord an pray.

….A dream…the gorgeous Asian girl sat tween me legs, he face bobbing upon me privates with a slick wet tongue. Swirling round me nub, teasing the sides then a light feathery flicker of the end across me tip. Me back arched accepting the fingers as they probed me, worked thar way into me tight wet folds. ‘Mistress….Lorissa…is she not divine. I brought her for you….for your pleasure. She will do anything you ask…’ Hanaji’s face loomed over me own. A smile wuz upon her narrow lips, then dipping downwards to kiss me…our tongues swirling gainst one another in a dance. ‘I give her to you’ the words echoing in me head…

“yessss”….me eyes flutter open, but it is not me love…not the one I want staring at me. “NNNOOOO” I cry out, “is it not enough you take me….do you need me mind as well!” The incessant talking…the things of me past…all crashing upon me. How had Hanaji known lorissa would be so good…had she had her first? Me fears played across me face one after another. I couldn’t be….

A sound reached me ears, wet an squishy… the sound of something moving within a wet constricting band. I could feel the tightness run cross me chest, the skin round me breasts pulled tight, the nipples erect an full. ‘no… can’t be’ I thought, but the slurping sound was coming from below…a warmth within me middle. I couldn’t be getting wet…couldn’t be letting this thing make me want to do this. An yet it seemed so…against all me will it seemed so.

“I would give me life for her…so she would not have to bear your touch. That is love, that is what makes the world safe. That is what makes me strong. Our love may not be perfect” I could feel the water in me eyes, the knowing that even know she might be with another…I could only hope an pray not…yet it hurt any way. Me voice quivered, broke a little as I fought with the words. “I…love her…more than anything….as her mistress I would never let another hurt her.” Not even if she hurt me…oh please Hanaji, don’t be doing what I fear now….

"Aw, come on, honey" he purred in a sultry, feminine voice, the beautiful female face looking the little country girl in the eyes as an unnervingly-accurate cock slipped between her tentacles, rough, masculine hands pulling her hair and picking up her chin, forcing her to look that face in the eyes.

"There's so many beautiful girls here, a gal's mind... eyes... hands... Well, they can't help but wander, can they? Have you seen that blonde with the pointy ears? That little pink-haired girl? Why, it's like being a kid in a candy store... You really wanna tell me you don't notice them?"

The rings inside her tight little orifaces pulled back close, solidifying into cocks as they pulled out, teasing her openings with the tips as they thrust back in, a paiof mouths still licking and suckling eagerly at he full, milky teats.

"Your wife has quite a few friends on his island, I'll bet. Good Christian girl like ou can't possibly be too sure of what you're doing. I wouldn't blame her for taking a few more experienced girls into her bed while you're away... After all, she loves you. If she asks too much, she might be worried about losing you... So she needs someone to give her what you can't."

Calloused hands, so out of sorts with the young girls face before me own, pushed an prodded me head till me eyes could do nothing but lock with hers. Those eyes were jet black orbs, a flicker of fire within each. An they seemed to bore into me with an unconcealed malice. Like so many of me nightmares…the eyes of demon kind. Me mouth opened an no sound came out…the lock tween us breaking then meeting again, the cool blue gaze of a lover looked at me. I blinked ‘gain an felt me self rocked upwards.

She thrust into me…then pulled out, her hips shifting ‘gainst me own as something continues to suckle upon me buds, drawing the sweet milk from me better than any pump could. “hummffff” a rush of air billows past me lips. The dildos slide deep inside me now wet channel…then easily slide back out as I try to help push on them. Walls of flesh tighten an convulse at the emptiness I feel when they leave me. Once gain I look at her…me head going sideways…an for a moment she looks so like Hanaji…

A grin settles over those luscious lips: full red lips that seemed to beckon me forwards. A strange feeling comes over me…tilting me head closer, our lips meet, but this is not the taste of me lover, nor the smell…I caste me head back breaking the dull boring contact that reminds me in no way of me lover. “Stop this…this trickery, demon. Even if she takes others into our bed…even if she right now is taking another in our bed, it would be my duty to cherish her and forgive. I made a vow for better an worse…an that would be worse, but I will remain true to me vow.” I paused while what must have been dildos of some sort played across me nether region, sliding along me lips with a precision that seemed amazing. “I am her mistress after all…one wonders were you get your information ‘bout us…’bout anybody. I teach her, train her…” the words stopping as I clam up, realizing that perhaps in me pride I have given sum thing away that is too much…to close to the truth. Its me that gets the girls she brings to our bed, not her…its me that enjoys them…not Hanaji…she does it for me…for me an me needs. Oh lord….what have I done….

"Isn't it obvious, Miss Smith?"

He chuckled, sptting out the red dye he'd used to make the girl's lips. He was back to his glassy-clear self, another new face, the femininity gone.

In its place was another man, a pair of sunglesses taken from the corner of the room, as he couldn't do the concept justice with a body that couldn't be tinted without using something fake. His hair was neatly combed, his face eerily generic, wearing an expression of keenly interested disdain.

"Before you walked into this room, Miss Smith, I knew only that you had committed a crime. I didn't know anything else. Not your name, not what you looked like, not your hair color... Nothing."

He stroked her nipples patronizingly, giving the girl a humorless, insulting pat on the head.

He was an Agent of some sort, to judge from the stoic, disinterested, matter-of-fact tone in his voice. A Man in Black, though without the aid of color, it was not an idea that came across easily.

"Everything I know about you... I know because you told me. I know you are a lesbian, a dom... and an adulteress. I know you believe in God but not in his church. I know that you have seen monsters before, and believe them to be demons rather than aliens."

The thick glassy cocks rose to her orifaces again, slipping their heads into her and then stopping.

"And to think, when we started, I thought you were Cassandra. It seems I'm not the only one in this room who's transparent."

Slowly the twin shafts spread me round them…pushing upwards even as I tried to stop them with me insides…no doubt the muscle constricting round him would make the pleasure greater…but with every opportunity I had to say no, if not with me voice but with me body as well. Transparent….yah I could see through him alright, and that got me mouth a going.

“So I’m transparent, thanks…compliment that…I never said I hid hind a false face, hind a false image. I want to be transparent; I want you to know who I am, for I have nothing to hide. You make it all seem so filthy, so wrong, but look who is false…look who hides in the dark. Look in a mirror demon of glass…yur the one who is not transparent…who seeks to try an make me feel filthy an undeserving of the love of me lord…the love of me parents…an the love of me partner.” I paused for a moment, a sudden realization crossing me mind like the rising sun across a field of green. I was with sin, but I never kept it to me self, rather I confessed, an tried to live better the next time.

“Yur envious…envious because you have no love…because you know not of love an so you torture those that have sum thing special. Those that believe in the joy of love…well Mr. however you are…remember this….Those that love are truly transparent, perhaps your fate is intertwined in a great cosmic joke that you are the but of…as transparent as you physically are, your heart is sheathed in a darkness that till now can’t be pierced. Perhaps me lord has sent me to you to show you what real transparency is…what love really is an how it knows now bounds.”
“Next you will accuse me of wanting you to rape me…well I don’t. All I did wuz get in trouble for sum thing beyond me control…an…an…an you tie me up…take me.” Tears welling up in me eyes, eyes I’m sure are red with the past tears…tears for me own plight in the hands of this mad man. Would I trade it…could I? No….the lords will…though these were the times me lord seemed distant. My latest tirade now sounding a bit false as doubt builds to cloud me head much as the twin shafts slowly slide higher filling me tight spaces…making it hard to breath…hard to think. Oh he teases….he must know…must know that as I speak me body changes an accepts…accepts him for what he is an can do for me.