With a quick breath of air, the lizard man was standing once again. The first note on his list of things to do was to strip that student completely down to nothing but her shoes. Coming behind her, ignoring her question for now, he gripped onto her skirt and with a hard coulple of tugs, ripped the fabric completely from her lower body. Growling, the next thing to come was the girl's panties, which were quickly cut away by Grail's tail, letting that fabric fall harmlessly to the floor. Growling now, he came around to her front, grabbing her hair again and pulling it taut. "What do I want? I want a little slut that knows when to keep her mouth shut, and when to beg for more." He growled, pushing her face to the side as he stood again.

He walked over to the cabinent that was filled with various objects and toys. He took a deep breath for a moment and then reached in, grinning as he pulled out a rather long rod. Turning around he would push a button on the rod, an electric spark shooting out from the tips, a weak one. "Well...seeings how you're nothing but a cow...a bitch that's only used for her sweet body...we might as well get you thinking like one." He growled, and came over to her side, pushing the rod into her hip and letting a little surge of electicity sting her body. "Moo like a cow bitch! Moo!"

It was so deliciously evil, he felt it even effecting his body still as that beastial lizard that was let out of it's cage seemed to be slimming down, becoming more human like in form than beast. Taking a deep breath, and laughing with glee, he poked her a few more times with that rod in her thigh before he moved it upwards for a brief moment, putting the tip of that rod underneath one of her perfect breasts and then tapped that button, holding it down so that the woman's breast could get a good jolt of electricity through that area. He shut the rod down, laughing as he stood there over her kneeling body. "I didn't hear you moo bitch...but I guess I'll cut you a break since I'm such a nice guy." He hissed.

He went behind her now, getting down to his knees for a moment before looking between her legs, and seeing something that would surprise even him. She was wet, a little, but still wet. He let out another laugh, laughing right at her as he buried his face between her asscheeks, his tongue pushing deep into that wet pussy of hers and flickering around a bit while his nose poked into the small bud of her ass. He let his tongue swirl around inside of that honey pot for few seconds before pulling out with a refreshed sigh. "You little whores never stop amazing me...you cunts are tazered even, and you get wet afterwards. Is there not a thing in this world that doesn't get you wet?" He asked, slapping a large hand across her ass as he made hsi way towards the cabinent again.

Grail rummaged through the devices and toys, and instruments of torture for what seemed like forever for the woman, finally he let out a little chuckle and the sound of metal, along with something else...something more leathery like would drag across the cabinet and into his hands. Satisfied with the choices that he had made, he walked back to the woman that was bound in those gallows, seeing that her condtion hadn't changed much at all. Smiling, he began to strattled her ass, sitting down on it and letting his balls and cock rub up and down her back somewhat before standing up.

There was a little light in the room, just enough so that the stage could be lit, but nothing else. She was in the gallows, and that was right next to the wooden X, both of them well lit up so that he could see her, but she could not see him after he walked off. He stepped in front of her and squatted, in his right hand was a speculum of sorts, one used in the gyno's office, and the other was a short whip with a metal tube on the end, which seemed pretty solid. "See these here Catherine? These are my 'lie detectors' for every lie you tell, these will detect it...Just to give you an example," he trailed off and then lashed out with that small whip, hitting her in the forehead with it gently, but enough to let her know that it would sting if used somewhere else, "The bigger the lie, the bigger both your cunt will grow, and the number of welts on your back. Let's start shall we?"

He stepped behind her, reaching down and spreadding her asscheeks and pushed the speculum in, not widening it at all. However, he placed the whip against the center of her back. "Now...you're going to tell me why your cunt is so wet after being electrocuted...and that you acknowled that your Harly bitch used to suck my cock clean after I fucked her ass with it. It's the truth."

"Oh...So unwise..." He muttered out between his lips. Taking a deep breath he ran his scaled fingers down her back and over the hump of her nice, hot ass, his claw raking against her skin lightly as he moved his fingers down to that speculum that was inserted inside of her pussy. He toyed with the end of it for a little bit, slowly pushing it in and out of the woman's wettening cunt before he began to open it, spreading her pussy out slowly with each little pinch he gave the ends of the speculum. He grinned, rolling the edge of that tiny whip around on her back, teasing her with it.

Before long, however, he had stopped spreading her pussy out, only doing about a half of an inch worth of spreading before the whip came down right on the bottom of her back, the thick metal cracking against the woman's tailbone for starters. He offered no words, no grunts or laughs as he slapped that place, whipped her tailbone over and over again with that hard metal edge of that whip. After about ten lashings, he sat back, running that whip up her spine. "So, are you still going to be defiant, whore? Or are you going to start realizing that snooping around has it's consequences?"

There was a reason why Grail was locked up in the basement, bound together by such magical runes and other forms of confinement...Hid down in the deepest bowels of the basement, where no one was meant to go. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and furthermore, just plain rude. He stood up, hearing silence echo throughout the room as she did nothing to acknowledge that he was there. He shrugged his shoulders somewhat, knowing that all these student's had their pride...but it was only a matter of time before he would find something to break her. Instantly, he knew of one way to at least humiliate her.

Standing up, he was once again rummaging through the cabinent, leaving the whip to stay on her back as he dug through the pile of random odditities that were in the dungeon of sorts. Cackling for a moment he picked up the item of choice and sauntered back over towards the female, sitting down in front of her with his hand behind his back. "Well, since you are not in the mood for talking, I figure I can tell you a little story..." He said, grinning at her as his face was level with her own.

His hand came out from behind his back, and in his hands rested a straight razor, one with what seemed to be a rather sharp edge to it. He put it againt her face, against her cheek by the flat of the blade so that it woudln't cut her, and he slid it slowly down towards the bottom of her chin. "There once was a girl named Catherine. And you see, Catherine coudl not accept the realities that faced her. As a result, she lived in constant denial that the only person she ever loved and cared about, was a complete whore. A dirty, cum loving bitch that would actually grab her ankles before a man could say 'hi' to her." He licked his lips, paying attention more to that razor than to Christine. He ran it up her cheek and then stopped, right underneath her hairline. "As a result..her punishmen was rather demeaning...she lost a lock of her hair for every time she denied that her cousin was a cum loving, ass to mouth cherishing cunt."

Grail hid his grin underneath his cold, unnearving face. He took a deep breath, sitting there, watiting for her to answer his question, or face the wrath of his blade cutting through her hair. He listened closely as she started to talk, knowing that he was breaking her slowly now, unless she truly did not care about her appearance. He sucked in a breath of air, waiting desperately to hear what he wanted to hear, and he did. Grinning and leaning back, he pulled the knife away from her forehead, but placed the edge of it on top of her scalp. This was far from over.

"I want you to tell me every truth you know about your cousin being a whore Catherine...I want to hear it come straight from your lips. I want to know how nasty of a whore she was...what she hid from you despite the fact you knew she was nothing but a cock mongling thunder cunt." He licked his lips, drawing the blade across the top of her head slowly, not cutting into her, or cutting her hair, but letting her feel that steel against her body. He was dasterdly evil, that was for sure...and he knew just how to push people's buttons. It was truly a gift.

A deep sigh of relief came from Grail's frame as he heard her speak those words. Grinning to himself he stood, his cock throbbing still even though no real sexual stimulation had happend for him. He slowly drew that blade away from her hair, laughing now as he stood. "You know that's pretty pathetic Christine...I'm sorry...Catherine. Your love for your hair over powered your love for your own family. I'd hate to imagine what would happen if you were put into a life or death situation with her on the line. Shit...Just make sure your hair stays perky, right?" He asked, walking behind her once again and reaching down for that speculum, spreading her pussy out just a bit more before letting it go.

Thinking for a moment of what other torture's he could put her through, he needed something that would confuse her, lower her defenses. Snapping his fingers he grinned, in the darkness a demon began to arrise. The demon was shrouded in black, cloak and all and it's head was nearly non-existant, but it's brain was quite well formed indeed. It hid in the shadows, behind the young woman so that she could not see it at all, but it began to see into her, into her memories, drawing out what physical attributes that this Harley had.

For right now, however, nothing was done to the woman's body, in fact, Grail would wait for several minutes, not saying a word, or making a sound, letting her sit there, and think about what she had done.