Twisting around after walking a few feet away from the group and the student, Grail sat down on a rusted peice of machinary to observe how exactly the student was farring so far against all the clones he had made of himself. There were at least five surrounding the student, all of them looking down at her with wide grins, but yet emotionless other than that. The monster did not care how roughed up she got, or even if she passed out from the pain or fell into a coma after this entire event. He had been perfectly content in sleeping for quite a long while, and this was her punishment for being a meddlesome little whore.

All this time, however, he could not help but shake the feeling that he had known her from sometime ago. He felt awake for now, so his anger was subsiding, or rather he was feeling less grumpy than before. As much as he tried to jog his memory of the student, nothing was clicking. No other encounters, no battles he had, and to his knowledge he hadn't even screwed anyone with her hair color, but yet something continued to bug him as if her being here wasn't necessarily an accident. Shaking away that thought he continued to peer on, his eyes slanting as he watched the demons surround her, blocking her body out from his vision.

The gaggle of grisely, grimly, grimey demons danced delicately around the dazed student. They didn't move too much, but undoubtedly in her weakening state there was a good chance she'd be seeing double. Clawed hands would reach for her body, looking to grasp onto any part that they could get a good grip on. Whether it be her legs, arms, chest or hair, the demonic group would have their hands all over her body, squeezing her, feeling every inch of her skin that they could while their master, their ringleader continued to sit behind and just idly watch as his clones would go to town.

"You have the chance to stop all of this. I'm giving you the chance to apologize and realize what you did wrong. As soon as you show how sorry you are for being so nosey and exploring an area not meant for your eyes, I might possibly let you go." Grail said as he sat on that peice of machinary, licking his lips for a moment as he wondered what her response would be, if any at all.

Twisting around after walking a few feet away from the group and the student, Grail sat down on a rusted peice of machinary to observe how exactly the student was farring so far against all the clones he had made of himself. There were at least five surrounding the student, all of them looking down at her with wide grins, but yet emotionless other than that. The monster did not care how roughed up she got, or even if she passed out from the pain or fell into a coma after this entire event. He had been perfectly content in sleeping for quite a long while, and this was her punishment for being a meddlesome little whore.

All this time, however, he could not help but shake the feeling that he had known her from sometime ago. He felt awake for now, so his anger was subsiding, or rather he was feeling less grumpy than before. As much as he tried to jog his memory of the student, nothing was clicking. No other encounters, no battles he had, and to his knowledge he hadn't even screwed anyone with her hair color, but yet something continued to bug him as if her being here wasn't necessarily an accident. Shaking away that thought he continued to peer on, his eyes slanting as he watched the demons surround her, blocking her body out from his vision.

The gaggle of grisely, grimly, grimey demons danced delicately around the dazed student. They didn't move too much, but undoubtedly in her weakening state there was a good chance she'd be seeing double. Clawed hands would reach for her body, looking to grasp onto any part that they could get a good grip on. Whether it be her legs, arms, chest or hair, the demonic group would have their hands all over her body, squeezing her, feeling every inch of her skin that they could while their master, their ringleader continued to sit behind and just idly watch as his clones would go to town.

"You have the chance to stop all of this. I'm giving you the chance to apologize and realize what you did wrong. As soon as you show how sorry you are for being so nosey and exploring an area not meant for your eyes, I might possibly let you go." Grail said as he sat on that peice of machinary, licking his lips for a moment as he wondered what her response would be, if any at all.

Twisting around after walking a few feet away from the group and the student, Grail sat down on a rusted peice of machinary to observe how exactly the student was farring so far against all the clones he had made of himself. There were at least five surrounding the student, all of them looking down at her with wide grins, but yet emotionless other than that. The monster did not care how roughed up she got, or even if she passed out from the pain or fell into a coma after this entire event. He had been perfectly content in sleeping for quite a long while, and this was her punishment for being a meddlesome little whore.

All this time, however, he could not help but shake the feeling that he had known her from sometime ago. He felt awake for now, so his anger was subsiding, or rather he was feeling less grumpy than before. As much as he tried to jog his memory of the student, nothing was clicking. No other encounters, no battles he had, and to his knowledge he hadn't even screwed anyone with her hair color, but yet something continued to bug him as if her being here wasn't necessarily an accident. Shaking away that thought he continued to peer on, his eyes slanting as he watched the demons surround her, blocking her body out from his vision.

The gaggle of grisely, grimly, grimey demons danced delicately around the dazed student. They didn't move too much, but undoubtedly in her weakening state there was a good chance she'd be seeing double. Clawed hands would reach for her body, looking to grasp onto any part that they could get a good grip on. Whether it be her legs, arms, chest or hair, the demonic group would have their hands all over her body, squeezing her, feeling every inch of her skin that they could while their master, their ringleader continued to sit behind and just idly watch as his clones would go to town.

"You have the chance to stop all of this. I'm giving you the chance to apologize and realize what you did wrong. As soon as you show how sorry you are for being so nosey and exploring an area not meant for your eyes, I might possibly let you go." Grail said as he sat on that peice of machinary, licking his lips for a moment as he wondered what her response would be, if any at all.

Twisting around after walking a few feet away from the group and the student, Grail sat down on a rusted peice of machinary to observe how exactly the student was farring so far against all the clones he had made of himself. There were at least five surrounding the student, all of them looking down at her with wide grins, but yet emotionless other than that. The monster did not care how roughed up she got, or even if she passed out from the pain or fell into a coma after this entire event. He had been perfectly content in sleeping for quite a long while, and this was her punishment for being a meddlesome little whore.

All this time, however, he could not help but shake the feeling that he had known her from sometime ago. He felt awake for now, so his anger was subsiding, or rather he was feeling less grumpy than before. As much as he tried to jog his memory of the student, nothing was clicking. No other encounters, no battles he had, and to his knowledge he hadn't even screwed anyone with her hair color, but yet something continued to bug him as if her being here wasn't necessarily an accident. Shaking away that thought he continued to peer on, his eyes slanting as he watched the demons surround her, blocking her body out from his vision.

The gaggle of grisely, grimly, grimey demons danced delicately around the dazed student. They didn't move too much, but undoubtedly in her weakening state there was a good chance she'd be seeing double. Clawed hands would reach for her body, looking to grasp onto any part that they could get a good grip on. Whether it be her legs, arms, chest or hair, the demonic group would have their hands all over her body, squeezing her, feeling every inch of her skin that they could while their master, their ringleader continued to sit behind and just idly watch as his clones would go to town.

"You have the chance to stop all of this. I'm giving you the chance to apologize and realize what you did wrong. As soon as you show how sorry you are for being so nosey and exploring an area not meant for your eyes, I might possibly let you go." Grail said as he sat on that peice of machinary, licking his lips for a moment as he wondered what her response would be, if any at all.

Grail watched on with merciless eyes as her body was manipulated, touched upon and every attack she made fell on deaf nerves, for a lack of better term. The clones didn't seem to feel pain at all no matter how many kicks or slaps she landed on their bodies. They were puppets for the most part, at least his clones were. Any other beast that he could summon up came from the depths of hell, and they had their own personality and could feel every ounce of pleasure or pain that they would recieve. The lizardman always questioned as to why his clones were always so emotionless, but for the most part, he found it to be necessary so that his clones didn't cramp his style. Those steely black eyes gazed upon her body as his leg swung foward off of that peice of machinery that he was sitting on, and a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

As soon as his feet touched the ground again, his fingers snapped once more. Beside the monster another black void would begin to swirl as a beast that could only be described as a leperous old man, save for the chunks of flesh that were hanging from it's body began to climb out of that void. Grail grinned, knowing that some of the most horrible beasts known to hell would be that way due to several dispicable actions that they performed while they were still alive. This demon was no zombie, or living dead, but a former doctor. Hunched over, moaning softly as it's eyeball dangled out from it's skull, the rotting, weak looking demon hobbled slowly over towards the bound student, who's arms and legs were gripped onto tightly by those five demonic clones, held in a vice grip to prevent any movement at all.

As the hobbling, diseased and disfigured demon crept up to her body, boney fingers reached out to grasp onto her bicep of the arm that was so injured. It's deformed head leaned towards her shoulder, that eye bouncing against her chest for a moment before that disgusting mouth would cover her wound. "Be glad that you are alive whore. This disgusting peice of demonic filth was once human. A healer in fact, or what you would call a doctor. While he aided in healing people of their pain, he also had a nasty urge...He would take from his more attractive patients their innocence, and some of them would not even be old enough to know what he was doing to them...So now he is bound in hell, forced to spend eternity as the disgusting monster he is...All while having the greatest gift of all."

As Grail told her of the disgusting beast that was salvitating on her arm, sucking on her wound and letting that tongue drag across her skin, she could feel that wound closing up. The freak doctor had no teeth of which to bite, he only sucked on her injury as it healed...the feeling could only be described as a leech cleaning out a wound. "With this demon under my control...I can beat you to the edge of death...and it will lick you back to life...suck you back into consciousness."

The look of disgust and utter dread that would wash over the student's face as the old, decrepit leper worked it's dark magic on her brought nothing but joy to the tiresome monster. As the decrepit doctor finished up his healing powers, as dark as they may be, the beast shambled backwords away from the female, his eye still dangling from it's socket. The monster would stand before her, as if to let her know what exactly had been licking upon her ripe, damaged flesh that was now slowly regenerating due to the beast's saliva. "You should thank the good doctor...stopped you from bleeding." Grail said, mocking her in ways as he had watched her expression every step of the way.

"I think...we should let the good doctor here have a go at that lush, ripe body first. It's only fair, since he has to be paid in some way correct?" He asked in a rhetorical way. Just as the doctor demon groaned, Grail put his hand in the air and with a snap, the good doctor was finding himself being dragged back down to hell by several dozen decrepit hands, ones just like his own. "Then again, he is only the lowest form of life...not fitting to lay a hand on such a fine peice of meat such as yourself." As the demon was dragged into the abyss, Grail stepped over the beast and confronted the student face to face finally. The clones gripped tighter, knowing that she would do her best to find some way to lash out at the main demon in the room.

Bringing one hand foward, the demonic lizardman attempted to touch the woman's face for a moment. All the while he was aching to touch her skin, his member was fully engorged, throbbing with need. "Such a beauty...and that white hair is almost, haunting in a way. Genetic, or were you just scared shitless as a child one day?" He asked, bold enough to let out a chuckle at his joke at that.

A nerve was apparently struck with that last comment that he made, and Grail, being the rather brutal beast that he was, sure as hell would run with it. Taking one hand and placing it on her chest, stopping those globes from bouncing, he continued to probe into her mind, wanting to draw out every last bit of humiliation that he could. He squeezed that lovely, ripe breast once in his hand before his eyes would try to find her own. "Oh...I'm sorry...Were you indeed scared shitless as a child? Did the boogeyman come and get you? Did daddy not give you enough hugs?" He asked, constantly mocking her with the information her body and subtle growl gave him. His fingers traveled slowly over her tit that he was squeezing, gripping it and flicking against her nipple every now and then.

His other hand dropped down from her face to place itself on her shoulder, the uninjured one. Sliding it back behind her neck, he gripped a good handful of her hair to pull it forward and around her head. "So, are you going to go ahead and tell me why your hair is white? I don't think it was genetics you little whore." He tossed the fluff of her hair up into her face before his free hand traveled down to grip onto her other breast. Rolling them around nonchalantly, the demon never adverted his gaze from her own.

The clones, on the other hand, were too busy looking at her body, drooling over it, to give a damn what was being said right now. In fact, several of the demons who had a hand free while holding her continued to run their fingers across her stomach, over her thighs and between them, rubbing up and down that tight little pussy and even those behind her would rake their nails softly across her ass, fingers probing at her asshole every so often. Not even any penetration with their own members, and the beasts were still happy. They were such loyal little bastards.

Tormenting the student's mentally was always the best pasttime for Grail. He didn't do it with drugs, hallucinations, nothing of the sort. He just used his mind. As the student finally broke down in front of him, Grail realized then that this could be a magnificent opportunity to turn everything around for the student, to break her even further. Dragging that forked tongue across his own lips, he tipped his head down to see if he could meet that student's gaze once again.

"Nothing so tragic as to not remembering how you became what you are today. For all you know your mother could have tried to drown you in bleach, or your father...stripped your hair of all your color when he saw you with another man's dick in your mouth. So many possibilities, and yet none of them will ever be truly known to you. It's a shame...I could sit here and guess all day as to why you are such a freak." Knowing that his words would sting, his hands continued to just manipulate her flesh. He slowly began to climb down to one knee, however, his hands sliding down her stomach and over her thighs as he did.

Any hands that were on her thighs or her coochie at that point drew away. The lizardman's head sat right between her legs, looking at her pussy lips dead on before he began once more. "This is the result of what happens when someone's pride is far too important to them. They get broken, they get sad...they give up on life. You, white haired wench, shall know this fully." Licking his lips onceover, he pressed his lips against her inner thigh and dragged that tongue slowly up her flesh. He used his hands to spread her thighs even wider as he made his way to that central core, forked tongue flicking over her clit.

The student's struggles were once again brought to a halt as the remaining clones kept a tight grip on her body. Grail's tongue traversed up one small fold, over her clit, and down the other fold as she stayed there in bondage. He heard her words, hearing her fight back and he could only let out a small chuckle. His tongue withdrew back into his mouth for a moment before he eventually sat down on his rump, his dick sticking straight out, thick and throbbing. He waved his hand down for the clones, who responded by lowering the woman down onto Grail's lap, her slit dragging across the underside of his cock that was jutting straight up into the air.

It was when the student's rump was touching against Grail's thighs that he wrapped his arms around her body, bear hugging her in ways and showing off that his grip was stronger than the clones combined. She was face to face with the creature now, his throbbing rod pushing against her folds, but in no way could enter her from this position. His eyes stared straight into hers as they sat there, the clones relinquishing the grip on her legs. "You wish to know what turned me into what you see? Would you believe...in your wildest imagination...that I was once human, like yourself?" He asked, grinning straight at her.

His grip on her upper body, forcing her to stay seated on his lap, only tightened as he offered her those words. His breath beat against her cheeks while his tail would idly swish from side to side behind him. "Truth be told, I have no idea what I did that sent me into this form that you see now...all I know is that a long time ago I was human...a human that killed without mercy, and without asking questions. However...somehow that changed, and all I remember then was burning while bound to some sort of stake. You and I are a lot alike, freak...both having no memory of how we wound up the way we are today."

His head leaned foward, his tongue slowly running up her neck and down her shoulder slowly. "That being said...How are you to know what you will become when you are dead? What if your sins before your memory goes blank were too great, and you become something that is even worse than I?"