Her eyebrows were severely arched and she had the vertical irises of a cat. Her ears were slightly pointed with a bit of very light fuzz surrounding t...em. She was wearing a tight-fitting catsuit, barely covering her nipples and exposing a large expanse of cleavage. She wore a short leather jacket that was barely long enough to reach the tips of her breasts. Even as a demon she was a sight to behold. Her eyes transfixed me just as before and I was helpless to resist her will. She approached me. It was fine by me. I pitched in and helped with the cleaning and cooking so that Rod's mom wouldn't be burdened with it all. I know they appreciated my help. It was the least I could do, they being so kind to me. Besides, it would keep me close to Rod.Things kind of went along well after that. I was working steady and it was a pleasure to walk to the station every day. It looked so good and everybody said so when they came by. After a while, Eleanor started giving me clothes that she said. Stefan did not seem to have noticed the change in his lover, or perhaps he simply did not comment upon it.Everyone worked hard, the papers began to emerge, and, every evening, they socialised and ate together, paired up and went to bed.Every night, before they were taken into sleep, they were all joined in a sense of companionship, of comfort, of acceptance. This never paled.Julie alternated between writing her own paper, and reviewing the papers of others.Some of the programmers with. The strap the man was using as a lash left a welt at every blow, but they were not deep enough to cause permanent scarring.Two other men, spectators for the moment, were watching the torture and sporting big grins, as well a big tents in their pants, as was the the man doing the torture of the girl.The torturer said, "OK, Sally-cunt, what's gonna happen the next time a man wants a blow job?" Oh, Master, I'll do it! Please don't hit me again. Let me show all three of you Masters what a good.