So close….he pulls from me, teasing me very body now that it burns in the fires of hells own lustful damnation. Were the sensations I felt now any better than the ones I felt as christ’s own bride? He towered o’er me, an I wuz free to run…to hide, to do any number of things. But me feet did not move, nor did I wish them too.

Instead I knelt, drawing me knees under me upon the floor slick with his seed an me own sweat. No, I knelt in supplication to him, licking me dry lips in anticipation while his seed oozed from within me to drip upon the stage floor. One hand feel to tween me legs, stroking, toying with me own self there upon that stage.

The audience long forgotten as me eyes feasted upon his pulsing head an shaft slick with our migled juices. The scent of his musk an me own sex wafted from its thick head. Me tongue found him first, lapping at the tip….then lips joined In to run along the underside of the thick sausage. Perhaps his cloak hid what I actually did, perhaps it provided an illusion, but I did not care, I had gone too far now. Me fingers sliding inside, me mouth taking him within.

Lips stretched round his girth. Me jaw held wide to take him inside. The bulk of him made me gag as he hit the tightness of me throat. I slipped me head back….now more determined to take him, the thick saliva in swirling in me mouth….

Oh the taste…..

“Ummmmm….taste good…..but you tease me, soooo hot…..hmmmmm” me mouth now having better things to do as I moan round the thick shaft.

As she took him into her mouth, he moved one hand behind her head to assist her. Or to keep her in place if she comes to her senses before she finishes...

Her eager actions made it hard for him to pay any attention to the situation, but in the back of his mind he was aware enough to keep the audience from seeing exactly what was happening and supply the occasional lines of dialogue.

"I do not... tease. I merely... show what you have been.... denying yourself. Like all... the others, you... fall easily onto... the path of the... whore." His responses to her attentions broke up the speech, but then, one couldn't have expected him to manage that long a line uninterrupted in this situation even if he really had been Satan.

The long shaft slide tween me lips like water through a gorge. The slurp an smack noises issuing forth in harmony with each of the bobs of me head. Willingly I took him, tasting me honey and his cream as me lips licked him clean. I felt his hand ‘hind me head, felt the gentle pressure as I worked his shaft…until….

I stopped. ‘A whore…?’ is that how he thought of me. Pulling back I slapped the heavy shaft aside with me hand an glared upwards. Stink eye, the look of death. Me hand sliding round to hold them big ole balls. Never….Never get a girl angry when they got yah by the balls.

“I ain’t no whore” Hissing the words back at him. “I am a child of god an you’ve been teaching me the way of a bride of Christ. That is not whoring. It is gods will in me life an their can’t be nothing wrong with his will…an….an whoring is wrong. “ If looks could kill, he’d of been a dead man.

“So, yah can leave now, we are done.”

That struck a nerve... and got the play back on track enough that the other students shouldn't realize he was anything other than what the professor said he was. Now to deal with her reaction...

A tentacle slid up to remove the hand that had grabbed him. Grabbed a bit of costuming he'd added to make it look more like a human-made costume, actually; his actual testicles were inside the penile tentacle. Still, better not to think she had any advantage over him. Another tentacle wrapped around her other wrist before she could move it. "Teaching you the way of a bride of Christ? Fool. What... who do you think I am?"

His hand grabbed the back of her head. "It seems I underestimated you. Your body gave in readily, but your soul didn't... not quite. Clearly, you need another lesson." He pushed her face back towards his cock.

“arrgghhh, not a whore….” Ohhhh how I hated um calling me that an jus when I wuz really starting to enjoy me self. Hot an ready, I soooo wanted to take that plunge an he had done nothing but to toy with me thus far. Even so I despised those words an so refused to give him the satisfaction of me pleasure.

The FX people were amazing…it wuz the only thought that hit me when the slick ropes wrapped there way round me arms an pulled. With muscles an tendons standing on edgean rippling neath me smooth skin I fought it with all me might. Twisting an turning me red hair flew like fire about me head. I cried out once more, only to have the hand tighten painfully in me hair at the back of me head.

The cry cut off as he once more stuffed himself into me mouth. I needed no more lessons. I knew what he wanted, an the more I thought bought it the more I realized he wuz one selfish lil ole into me self an no one else sort of man. What ‘bout me pleasure? What ‘bout taking care of yur partner…but no….show me no respect by calling me names an then shove your big puffy shaft beack in me mouth like.

Fine…I’s show him, curling back me lips in a snarl I let the meaty shaft in. Well like I had no choice in that…but let him feel me teeth instead of me lips. Wet smacking noises commenced from me open mouth as he drove himself deep inside me an chocked of me air….

He felt her teeth against his cock and suspected he knew what she was trying to do. It wouldn't work if she did try to bite down, but he wasn't going to let her make the attempt. His free hand moved under her chin and grabbed her lower jaw, immobilizing it.

"Quite the defiant slut, aren't you? No matter, it will avail you naught in the end." He continued to thrust into her mouth as a thumb and finger pushed her cheeks in sightly, forcing her lips to his cock.

SLUT….ohhhhhhhhhh. Now he had me dander up. He’d had the audacity to use me, an then, jus when I’d wanted to say yes. Well me body had said yes, an I wuz getting really turned on an wanting to do sum thing nice for him he;d had to call me bad names. An now this.

“ummpphhh” it wuz all I could manage as I thrust in an out of me, one hand pulling me head forward an he thrust, the other now using the pressure point of me jaw to prevent a bite an trying to get me lips along his flanks.

Coils wrapped there way round me arms an all I could do wuz wiggle me body. The FX crew had been too good…an had given this madman too much stuff so he could get away with using me like some meat puppet on stage. Once more I had to wonder where me rescuers were. Once more I rebelled ‘gainst him even though me belly heated to his hands an rough treatment. However did I get so screwed up as to enjoy being roughly handled in bed wuz beyond me.

I vowed to do nothing…slut eh….then let him once more find no pleasure in me. I would find none in him.

"Resist all you want. You only delay the inevitable." Not by much, he thought. I was pretty close when she started resisting again, and it won't take too long to get back.

I do regret that I didn't wait a bit longer for that line, though. He continued to press his dick into her mouth as he felt himself build up to the edge of orgasm.

The long shaft slide in an out of me mouth to loud gurgling noises as the thick saliva built up in me mouth. Coughing…hacking round the whole of him I tried to spit it out, to clear me mouth of the juices that might drawn me all on their own. I took no pleasure in him…well.

In the depths of me addled brain a thought arose. A small thrill that manifested itself in the tingling of me face an tongue. Excitement that he would find me desirable. That he would find pleasure in using me body. The heat rose to me face. Embarrassment that it could be so. That I might truly relish the way he used me. that….that ….I might be what he said deep inside. That I might be a naughty girl an enjoy it. For all me outward appearance that this other part of me could live an yearn. Oh how I tried to suppress that part of me.

Till now. Till this place an this time when confronted without choice I gave in an found joy, happiness and pleasure in these dirty deeds. I could feel naughty cassie gaining a strength all her own deep in me belly. The belly that churned in heat an desire. The one that wanted his tongue across me middle…wanted him back inside me to take me places I could only dream of. The more I fought her the stronger she seemed to get.

He swelled within me mouth. An sum thing broke anew in me. A secret desire that closed me lips an made me suck at him. Made me tongue play across his underside as he thrust yet ‘gan deep into me warm mouth an into the tight smooth back of me throat.

The girl abruptly abandoned her resistance and began sucking his cock. Either she'd realized that what he'd said was true, or she had some really suppressed desires. Not that it mattered what had caused the change of heart...

He'd been close to his peak before, and there was no way he could hold back once she started helping him along. He hit orgasm almost immediately, his cum filling her mouth and dripping out of the corners.

Jus what me body had responded to. Jus in time he bursts within me mouth. Hot sticky seed spewing forth. SO much….so very much of it that it dribbles from the corner of me mouth while I swallow an work me lips back an forth ‘round his tube. Me body shudders in delight that he may find pleasure with me mouth.

Why….why do I respond such. A man cums an it fills me with happiness. To have sum one find pleasure in me arms. It means so much to me. but why? The play is forgotten. The place is forgotten. All that remains is this towering man that stands before me an pumps his shaft slowly into me mouth as he trembles, the last of his seed dripping into me hot embrace of lips an tongue. His hands relax an once more I see the desire in his eyes. I see a fire, a need not really diminished and it thrills me heart.

I rise to me feet an stand next to him, his shaft still hard as it presses me belly. I bring me cum stained lips close to his ear an whisper….

“I’ve been a bad girl haven’t I….perhaps….perhaps I should be punished. Good girls don’t do what I did do they.” I bring up a finger to touch his lips. Softly, gently to let him know I am not done yet. An like a part of me still plays the part I continue louder yet coy, teasing…the seductress.

“Is not penance done with a lash….a whip….should I not be punished for me sins?” The concealing cloak swirls an parts. The audience gasps almost as one. But I hear nothing of the others, only the heavy breathing of the man to me front. I only see the smirk rise upon his face. I do not even realize I clearly stand naked with the cloaks part as the audience once more quiets, spell bound with the plays strange twist.

That was an unexpected twist... and not one he was entirely happy with. While she was obviously requesting it, inflicting pain for the sole purpose of inflicting pain was rather distasteful to him. Better shift things off this path quickly.

"Punished? Sins?" His tone lacked the derisiveness it had had earlier, sounding simply questioning. "Are you still caught in that way of thinking? Are you still not yet off the path of denial? All you did was to satisfy your desires. None were harmed. What great wrong could there be in giving and receiving pleasure?"

One hand moved to her breast, and a finger hooked her nipple ring and gave it a light tug. "It seems you weren't entirely innocent before this, anyway."

Penance, I feel the need, but know he is right. I have allowed the beast within to have its way. TO give some pleasure, receive a bit. But not enough. Not nearly enough for I remain unsatisfied. When he fails to allow for me punishment I am confused. Do I not drip from chin an leg with his cum? An yet he dienies me satisfaction, denies me release.

A small yelp escapes me lips with the pull upon the ring. I frown up at him, “either I have done wrong, or it is right to feel the pleasure of release. But yah give me neither. Yah take me ‘gainst me will, gloat that I enjoy it….an then….then lecture me well…what a fine howdie dah from yah.”

I pull the ring from his fingers with me own. That feisty red haired temper starting to get the best of me once more. “An as for the rings like it be any of yur business selfish lil ole lover that yah are. I awoke with um on me one morning. Not of me will….an frankly they down got no seam so there ain’t no way to get um off. But, If I am free to admit it without yur condemnation I’ve gotton kinda used to um an attached so to speak so I don’t see nothing wrong with um no more. Best yah not start throwing stones when yur the one that really needs sum work an all.”

I slapped him. Don’t know why but he really had me dander up. Me hand smarting from the blow but I wouldn’t no way let him see that. I turned in me anger, an took a single step. A single step away form the swirling cloak an turned once more…..

“Give me a woman or a vibrator any day of the week yah rotten flea bitten old man, they make for much better lovers.” Ohhhh….he’d gotten me madder than a hornet an utterly outta charactor.

"Women? Vibrators? Do you seek punishment for what you say I forced you to do or what you have done in the past, before you came here?" He gestured, indicating the nun's chamber the set represented. It was getting harder to keep up the improvisation to make her outbursts seem like part of the play. I may have to end this whole charade soon.

"No matter. Either way, your soul still seeks to deny your body its desires. Perhaps a reminder is in order." He moved towards her, reaching out to grab her again.

“I seek nothing from you….” Hands reaching for me far faster than should be possible. I dodge, the fingers closing in me wrist instead of me body. I try an work ‘gainst his thumb, but the hand is far stronger than anything I have encountered in class. And his other arms encircles me back, fingers upon me bum. I try an swirl out from under him only to be drawn further into his web. I struggle….alternating tween pushing at and hammering him with me small clenched fist as his hold grows tighter an he lifts me arm higher.

“Stop yah big brut…I should be punished for actually enjoying what yah did to me ‘gainst me will….yah will not ride this mare ‘gain….yah have no right to me or mine. An since I did not climax I did not enjoy it much, so go back to the fiery pit yah spawn of hell.”

But for all me struggles there wuz one undeniable truth. Not only wuz I hot under the collar but I wuz hot under the hood. An feeling the heat of him pressed to me belly wuz not improving the beasts mood within. The one that even now growled an wanted out. Wanted to wrap me legs round his torso an let that long shaft of heat inside.