Feeling James’ resistance, the man ran his knife along James’ side.“Remember what I’d do if you don’t comply? I’m sure you wouldn’t want... to have your guts spilled all over this nice, clean floor, do you?”James shuddered as he opened his mouth for his rapist. His tongue flicked wildly in James mouth, transferring his saliva to him. James cried as the man violated him. The only thing he could do is to just wait for it to stop. Then the man got up and pointed his dick at James’ mouth.“Start. "You're just giving us good solid object lessons, Kahoa." Well, no more. I'm not preaching. What if I preached about murder?I'd probably end up killing a bunch of people. I can't practice what Ipreach. Not in this body anyway. This body apparently wants to dance andwear bikinis, and have sex with men, and I don't feel I'm completely incontrol of it - when I'm awake and conscious, I'm still in control. Butwhen I'm tired, or when I'm weak, or drunk, I feel like the woman insidetakes control. Pulling my lips off his, I hocked up a thick wad of saliva and sent it flying down the boy’s throat. I readied another, sending this one directly into the boys face, watching it splattered over his cheek and eyelid. I spit wad after wad of thick, phlegmy saliva over the boy’s face, coating him thoroughly in my spewed mucous. I smiled contentedly at the little faggot covered in my slime, a beautiful sight, but just the beginning. As his tears mixed with my spit, I rubbed my hand all over his. "Get on the table," he commanded taking his hand off Raisa’s shoulder.Bella felt the martyr for offering this. She went nobly to the table even though she felt like a piece of meat as she climbed onto the table. Her head was spinning. This was not happening to her. Shut it out, she thought. Bella, you are not here."Lie back," her Master ordered. She did as she was told. He placed her arms in the braces and strapped them in with large leather bracelets. He did the same with her legs. A thick.