Fingers slid sum thing up me legs, stroking them in a long wonderful caress. A belt rounding me hips, snuggling down tight round me waist. Great fingers slide under me belt, playing cross me middle then turning away.

Curiosity hit me hard. I could barely breath for what he had done… for the desire to see me self…only the makeup wuz missing…but still, yah took what yah could.

Following the orders I opened me eyes to greet the black an white reflecting back in the mirror, the nuns cap across me head…but this wuz nothing like the nuns at school…no…the outfit…it was scandalous. For a moment I thought of what Sister Lisa would have looked like … Laughing, all the way from the gut….”lord knows Sister Lisa would of looked really silly dressed like this…could yah jus imagine one of them nuns from school like this…oh….to see um, still on me. A lil over done, I do however love the boots and the way the stockings go jus over thar tops…an the way the garter disappears under them shorts….hmmm yeah” Pausing a bit, an looking gain…”Nah the hat can go, but the shirt is perfect…with the belt…oh lord knows I’m feeling hot now”

Wiggling, rotating me body to watch it move in the outfit…”So … yah think I’m a cute lil good girl” pouting a lil, trying to get the innocent and demure look in spite the getup. …oh too funny.

"No," he said with a chuckle as the girls disappeared, using the blindfold to being her wrists.

"I think you're a dirty, sex-onsessed liettle SLUT who wastes her time hiding behind the facade of a good, innocent little Christian girl..."

Slowly, he wrapped a tentacle around her arms to hold her in place, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt.

"A few minutes, you were wasting so much time and energy struggling... Protesting virtues we both know you don't want any more, that you're better off without..."

TEasingly, he ran a tentacle along the crotch of her shorts. "I want you to wear the habbit while I fuck you, Your church has kept you back from so many things, hasn't ir? It's about time you turned the tables on it..."

The tentacle slid round me arms wrapping them in a tight embrace. Under them bound round me wrists wuz the silk that had covered me eyes. Sum men know so lil ‘bout yah even as they claim the opposite.

Grinning as the button let the shirt open, feeling the constricting surface let loose jus a lil, another shimmer in the mirror running tween me legs…one I felt an slid gainst in happiness. Sex could bring joy an happiness…but yah also tried to keep yur vows as I had earlier….before the beast wuz awakened an I wuz shown I had no choice.

“Me church….seems yah don’t know nearly enough bout god an church an other things, jus what you’ve heard…never experienced. Well let me enlighten the blind.” Grinning…”hmmmm very nice….now…I had a priest nonce tell me that sex wuz gods way of showing us humans how much he loved us. That man had taken sum thing beautiful an made a mockery of it. It wuz a very enlightening conversation. Yah know, I will do what I can to keep me vows, cause they do mean sumthing, but I seem to remember an am constantly reminded by the tentacles round me wrists I really don’t have a choice now do I. Perhaps it is gods will that we do this…perhaps it will change the way you act with a girl, make you better for being with me. An right now I don’t wanna talk about it…no…I want you next to me…Now…yah like that better?”

You'd think, in a place like this, there'd be no awkward silences.

You'd be wrong.

"But I... You were supposed to... Aren't you embaraassed to be.... You don't feel like I'm insulting your... GAH!"

He turned around and sulked for a moment, then whirled to face her again, hands lashing forwards. "You bitch... YOu brilliant, evil, twisted, manipulative BITCH."

He scowled, grabbing one of her ankles and pulling her legs out from under her. Without warning, his mood had shifted. "I'm impressed. Pissed off, but impressed. You've had me dancing to your beat this whole time..."

He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head to a stern, disapproving Brittish face that was foirming in front of her.

"I'm not doing any more requests, Cassie. I'm not going to try to be cute any more. That was stupid of me... I want my control back."

Fingers painfully wrapped me hair an yanked me head ‘bout like sum rag doll. Amorous feelings were swiftly fleeing like water flowing over some small camp fire, dousing the flames without so much as a sizzle in return. Me feet knocked out form under me an landing in a painful heap, kept upright by me hair wuz not gonna make any browny points. An frankly I wuz getting a we bit angry. This ghostly apparition wuzn’t too smart or I simply didn’t get what he wuz after at all. Lord knows I’d been ready for a bit of a roll….ohhh but no longer, he didn’t deserve it no how after that outburst. I ain’t any of them bad words…none of um. Sitting thar on the floor on me can wuzn’t improving none of me mood.

This wuz enough….yah wuz either in charge or not, an I definitely wuzn’t. “Well if I WUZ in charge I’d of walked right out that door…an If yah let me I’d do it right now!...”Ohhhhhh, I yelled, temper flaring an giving me the heat that a moment ago had been driven by other feelings an all. “Like I… I didn’t pick this outfit – YOU did an if YOU don’t like it then that ain’t my fault. If YOU got sum repressed thing going for YOU and the church an wanna try an play with the good lil ole Catholic Girl than that’s YOUR deal…not mine….I mean even now YOU got me tied up…You dressed me…Its kinda sexy, … but I’d have made the girl pick sum thing sexy. I even offered too in a manner, Then I’d have made her put on make-up for ME, change for me If I didnlt like it. Adjust the clothing to suit me. I’d have let her maybe think she wuz in charge.” Arrrggghhh….me lips going in a fearsome snear.

“The outfits cute in a way, but thar were ways of even having me fun with it…I love the micro skirt…but micro skirt an shorts, well that’s jus a fashion flop an all. I wuz jus a trying to help out a fellow traveler on what is a lonely road at times….well…I ain’t interested no more, so let me go NOW…an I’ll jus forget this whole thing ever happened tween us”. A red face to match the red hair stared beck at me in the mirror…through the strange clear shape over me…that pulled an held me hair in such a painful manner….ohhhh wuz I getting up a head of steam.

“Tell me why it is that when a girl wants a go with a guy or other girl she gets called all those bad names but for you guys its jus ‘sowing the oats’…or pats on the back for becoming a man an doing the girl. It ain’t fair…an so really if yah think that this double faced standard you want to put on me is gonna get me to think less of me self your wrong….all of yah. Yah I believe in god, an me god is a god of greatness…of miracles, an of fun. What…yah didn’t expect that of me, well yah let me go an nothing will happen tween us cause I made a vow…even if I want to as god is my witness. It’s the right thing to do…it’s a good thing to do this leaving an having jus me love in me bed. Now fighting with you…well that’s not gonna get anything accomplished is it. SO I enjoy you dressing me…enjoy the fact it feels good an I think you like it. What, yah don’t…well fine…that’s yur problem not mine. Its yur problem you don’t know god like I do…Its yur problem yah think women that wanna do sum thing with yah might be bad an wrong an all…I’M not the one sitting here all moppie ‘bout it all. I’M not the one with the low self esteem. Maybe…jus maybe yah should be a gentleman…win the girl over an then show her how good yah are at treating her fore yah try an jump in the sack with her…SO if YUR all done, then let me go an I’ll be on me way. Lord knows yah even said yah preferred me this way…whatever way that way is cause I ain’t changed a thing you big lug!”

Every muscle set…if I coulda I woulda crossed me arms under me breasts an set me head. But, since he still held onto me I couldn’t….MEN…..ummppfff.

He bound her wrists in the chains dangling from the ceiling, stalking irately to the other side of the room.

"Man? Do I look like a MAN to you?"

He drew himself up to the ceiling, whilering and contorting like a hurricane, faces that would make Lovecraft sick to his stomach peeking out for just a second before being pulled back into the wildly thrashing mass.

"I am a MONSTER, Cassie Marie... I could slice you in two with the sweep of an arm."

Slowly, he decended, shaping his body into a nightmare crature, a hulking, hunch-backed thing with tattered wings and long, muscular arms, each looking to end in what looked to be at least two dozen writhing, squiring, phallic tendrils.

"We let you get too bold, Cassie... And even if you're not afraid, you should act like you are. Some of us have rather... delicte egos. Growing up in a B-movie will do that to you."

He drew closer, a half-dozen hot, dry tongues reaching out to caress ger cheeks.

"So tell me... Why aren't you frightened? Are you just a Pollyanna, or have horrors from beyond imagination bent you over the coffee table so often you're starting to get dissillusioned about the whole thing?"

Dangling from, the polished silver chains in some caricature of a sexy nun in her habit I listened. Sure the cold grip of fear clenched at me gut, it would be a lie to say it didn’t. But I wuz angry…an now so wuz he, like two lovers about to have a spat. One could only hope the make up sex wuz worth it in the end. But then…I didn’t really want none with him right then an thar, No I wanted to be gone from this place. To crawl into me bed an have Hanaji rock me to sleep in her arms so this nightmare would stop.

“so does it make yah feel better ‘bout yur self if a poor bond girl is all a trembling at yur feet….oh sure yah ask…do you fear me yah want to know!”

I told the truth as best I could figure it, it being the right thing to do. “There is fear, but I fear me lord much more so…I want to live, an yah can kill me anytime. But if what you’ve been saying this evening is that yah want a willing lil ole girl to do all sorts of nasty things with yah then yah won’t do that, the killing part. NO….I don’t wanna be scared an meek an mild…it ain’t really me. I like being in charge, making me partner do me bidding an giving her pleasure for it. I admit it…so I ask you why do I scare you so….why?” The anger trickling out of me voice like I wuz onto sum thing. That this thing loved fear even more than what he would do to me. Even more so that those tongues that licked an caressed me cheeks with a promise of even more tangled an horrible pleasures to be gotten from me. I couldn’t whimper…couldn’t fall victim. Every inch of me screamed gainst it…even the part of me that lay like a puddle in the depths of me mind, quivering in the darkness didn’t want to come up an play. No, I had the whole thing to me self….

Cocking me head to the side in thought…me legs wobbly as I tried to keep the weight of me body on me toes all stretched out an stuff….”an whatever is a Pollyanna…sounds kinda like a doll?” I really didn’t know, an not knowing made it hard to answer the question.

Confused and frustrated, he drew closer, then yanked off the shorts and belt frustratedly. "You're right about the shorts, though..."

He stroked her cheeks, trying to balance between gentle and intinidating. It wan't easy.

"A pollyanna is someone who's too optimistic for their own damn good, so they think everything, even something like losing an arm to a shark, is for the best."

Slowly, he ran a feeler along the warm, wet hole in her panties.

"I made a bad choice of outfits... I thought tarting up the church's uniform would shut you up about God because you thought I didn't care. I was wrong. Lost my temper. God and I aren't on good terms, seeing as how it's a crime against both him and nature that I even exist."

He leaned in, a horrible, haunted-looking face forming and kissing her forcefully.

"I want respect. I thought you were taking me a bit too lightly... And I can't have that, being a monster and all, now can I?"

He exhaled sharply, squeezing her breasts needfukky through her shirt.

"I'm not some little thing someone can keep in a ball. I'm not a car from another world who just wants to help his squishy little friend save the day and get the girl."

With a raspy chuckle, he began unbuttoning her shirt.

"We are strange and twisted things, Miss Smith... Erotic nightmares made horrible flesh... And you were starting to like me a little too much. I think you even pittied me... Don't you think of pitying me, Miss Smith. Don't you dare..."

He sighed a little, letting her dangle, shirt half-unbuttoned as he slunk away, seeming confused, resentful, maybe even a little lost. "Do you understand now, a little at least? I was dangerous from the minute they first poured me out of the test tube... And it offends me when you act like I'm not."

Slowly, almost tenderly, he stroked her cheeks.

"You're beautiful, Cassie. It would be such a tragic waste to hurt you."

The tug downwards on me shorts pulled hard on me wrists, twisting as their waste catches on me right hip an throws me off balance. The smooth white fabric circles me knees, forcing me to jump an wiggle a bit to force gravity to take um to me ankles an the floor. Everywhere I look I can see the black micro-skirt, its hem riding barely far enough down to be descent…well…not really…the hem wuz indecent in jus being descent. I pull one foot outta the shorts leg, the motion tipping the hem of me skirt high enough to get a glimpse of pale flesh an pink lips surrounded by the white of me not really thar panties. Tottering on one leg I carefully flick the offending shorts away till they are stopped in flight by the far wall. Once again I can look down … or up…an see up the short skirt…see everything there is to see ‘bout me.

I liked the fact he saw me as a Pollyanna an didn’t see nothing bad ‘bout it. The slow caress upon me face, the kind words all were making me a bit less angry. Then ‘gan, god had said not to be angry…no to hold grudges an such. If that made me that thing he thought it did then I wuz on the right track.

Gasping as sum thing touches me tween me legs, me mouth open in surprise as I get ready to say sum thing to him ‘bout keeping his hands away. A face forms an curls towards me open mouth. Lips engulf me own, an a forceful tongue slides deep into me mouth to dance to me surprise. Lips grind me own ‘gainst me teeth un utter passion, forcing me head back. Finally, the mouth lets go with a loud smack, an I stand, dazed by the onslaught of desire I have felt within that kiss. Fingers grope me chest, pushing me firm breasts upwards an squeezing them together as I watch it all happen through a shimmering haze in the far mirror. Slowly me body reacts, pushing me chest forward ‘gainst his rough embrace. Twisting me torso jus a bit to change the angles of his hands upon me.

I draw in breath to speak…to say sum thing, an once ‘gan his voice sounds in the small room. Fingers work the buttons to me front as I watch the slow march of a V form with the shirt…the white bra being reveled tween the two mounds it holds. A rather plan bra, simple, functional but for the lacy top half an the holes round me nipples that are not yet visible. For all intents I stand like an everyday girl with her shirt unbuttoned jus a bit too much. The Grin rolls across the dour face across from me. A sexy young girl, her sexuality evident in the long legs that go from the floor to her tummy…the shirt, half open, inviting, but not rude in any way…sexy like the all too short skirt. The Habit looks weird an otta place, a few wild red hairs creeping out from under it.

“I don’t wanna hurt either. An I like be a Pollyanna as you say…I like the fact I can see the world as good an all. Cause everything that happens, well it happens to gods plan. Perhaps god sent me to you…to cheer you up…make you happy with him again. You see, even if yah don’t see gods way, well, he has a way of showing yah he still loves yah and your welcome back into the fold no matter were yah come from.”

Twisting me face in the gentle hands I let me check rest, gainst one…then kissed it, lovingly….Looking back up…up at the face like visage that sum times swam before me eyes. “Love is always stronger than hate. We should all love one another.”

"No, Cassie, you're not getting it... Pollyanna means you see good when it isn't there."

Ever so slowly, he unbuttoned the shirt, teasing her nipples with tiny little feelers as he pulled it open.

"Cassie..."

He ground the head of one of his cocks against her clit, starting to slide another into her cunt. "Shut up. Please."

Ripples in the reflection of the mirrors let me know he wuz moving…shifting till I could feel his fingers on yet another of me buttons. A small thrill in spite the rage I’d felt earlier…maybe this wuz like make up type sex…not that I’d ever had none of that fore. Fingers reaching inside the shirt, pushing it to the side till each edge plunged round me bra clad bosom. A strange feeling as me nipples were gently caressed by lil whips, a pleasant warm sensation coursing in me blood.

Standing upright as still as I could. Surprise now etched across me face as I saw me reflection…surprise at the pushing at me nub an hole even though me thighs were tightly clenched with only the small lil triangle of air thar below me mound an tween me legs. Now sum thing nudged me…pushed ‘gainst me wet an ready lips. I wiggled gainst him, a round bulbous head pushing its way gainst me entrance, pushing the purple lips that dangled downwards swollen an full to each side.

Me eyes wide in wonder as the clear thing that wuz mere ripples along the mirrors reflection pushing me wider…desperately I wanted the chains lower…to be able to wrap me legs round him. But how do you do it when You can’t really see the shape that has been taken. An he’d asked nice for me to well … shut up…which wuzn’t so nice....but please has a way of changing everything. So me tongue didn’t waggle at all.

Slowly... ever so slowly... the huge, thick cock forced its way into her. Ever so gently, he caressed her cheeks.

"Now... If you take this cock like a good little whore.... I'll let you pick the next outfit. Deal?"

Air hissed o’er me lips as the huge monster slowly eased himself within me tight wet folds. I could feel it inch its way in, expanding me an filling me in a way no toy ever could. Head reeling in the feel of his hard stiff shaft, me walls slipping o’er him, me entrance tight round him as each bump an pulse of him sent tingles further along me insides. Finally the hiss became a soft moan, an almost whisper, cascading like the small creek in me uncles backyard o’er me trembling lips in a series of small splashes.

The pleasure that men can make you feel…an the heat that they can bring you too. Words…so wrong they can be, so easy to ruin the slow progress they make. But more than ever I needed, even wanted him…to make too much of a fuss...silly….silly…

“no….whore…ummmmm, yes, like…all the way….deal if …yesssssss…deal jus a woman….ohhhhh, this is such torture…I…I can feel yah….ohhhhhh….no money…..sooooo gooooddddd.” Perhaps it wuz gibberish it being so hard to think straight. So slow…I wiggled me hips on him…letting him push in slow, wondering if he would tease me by going out jus as slow….in an out…in agonizing slowness…me head hung back through me arms, red hair flowing over the short black skirt still cinched down tightly over me bum….

“Teeeeasseeee….Oh lord but I…..I like it….ummmmmm” I couldn’t even think of an outfit I’d wear for him…no….I’d jus hang here by me wrists an slowly die to his slow exquisite torture of me body. A body that called for him…that wanted it so much harder an faster an had to wait…somehow….endure this.

He slowly, teasingly pushed his way in, purring and gurgilg happily.

"Not a nun, not a whore.... Mmmm, I think I figured out just what tag to put on you."

He tossed the nun's hat away, running a slimy hand through her hair as tiny feelers caressed her clit and nipples, the huge, slimy member sinking into her, filling her completely.

"Between the cute accent and your love of riding... And trying to tame... Wild and powerful things... I should have realized it sooner."

Gently, teasingly, he massaged her ass through the crotchless panties.

"You're a cowgirl... And you LOVE bein' on top, doncha?"

With lungs working ever harder I tried to gather in all the air I could, finding each breath harder, each breath making me light headed as He pushed even deeper. Short quick breaths, like a woman in labor…puff…puff…puff….me eyes going wider as me head rolled an I found me self staring at the ceiling…seeing tween me legs in a thousand reflections.

Knees went weak, legs trembling as I stood on me toes from the relentless push within me. I found me feet slowly spreading, trying to accept the mass that slowly eased itself further…till the end of him pushed gainst the walls of me top an gave me a shudder.

Something sweet an gentle like moving ‘gainst me rings threatening to send me into a total spasm of pleasure. All three of um rings, teased…pulled…tenderly, like a long lost lover exploring the most sensitive parts of me body. Another hand caressing me cheeks, than moving though me hair in a way that made me feel special, an loved.

Gasping as the moan rolls out of me belly from someplace down real low…the sensations…oh the sensations. I feel his breath gainst me ear…an the sweetest lil ole words a girl can hear as more fingers massage me full round bum. Wiggling as I settle back upon me heals, the whole of him firmly embedded inside me…filling me.

“OHHUUMMMMmmmmm, yes….ohhh like….like the song….save a horse…ride a cowboy….” A sing song happy lilt to me voice as I almost sing the song. Huffing with each word as I seek more air… “yes..top…yes…can’t, but….ooohhhhhk.” Fingers curl on the leather cuffs, driving my fingernails into the tough surface.

I sway upon the body, an begin to do what I can to give back the pleasure I am getting. A slow roll of contractions down the hard full shaft within me…from tip to base. Every muscle in me body contracts, back up on toes, taking him out of me jus a fraction…an for a minute I hover, all me tight an unmoving….not even a breath. Only once do I work him…its all I can take… so many sensations. Mew body cavorts about the shaft, an I collapse upon him driving him back into me ” ohhhhh riiidddeeee oohhhhhhhhh arrggnnnggghhhhhh” the fluttering deep inside begins, a hard clenching round his shaft as I fail in keeping me self away from it all… the early escapade with the vibrator, warming me up an making me hunger for this moment like it has all been calculated. I can do nothing to stop me self…an once it begins I wish for it to continue forever….