Did you happen to see my email?”“You must have ESP! I was just looking at it. Give me a minute to finish reading it.”Heather scanned through the...rest of the text rapidly, her eyes going wide as saucers. The event was going to be fully catered, have music and entertainment; the works.“Beatrice, this is too much!”“Not at all.”“You’re going to hire six club Dommes for the evening?”“And a dozen sissy sluts to serve and participate. I just need to know how many people you’re inviting so we can get. May, Mr. Nye. I believe that you recognize me, the source of recent developments on the topic at hand. As the foremost expert on demonology, let me promise you that there is indeed nothing to fear from being turned. Nothing at all. Yes, technically, it’s eternal damnation, but that simply means that you won’t go to Heaven. You’ll become a devil of Hell when you die. You won’t be tormented or anything.“I should also, in fairness, point out that there is nothing to fear from conversion to. She would be bound, face up, her legs spread wide and pulled back, her pussy lips opened wide, her pink pussy exposed. Sometimes he would force his cock in her mouth and feel her screams of pain on his cock as the whip beat her defenseless pussy, tearing into her young flesh. The whip would turn the flesh red and tender with the whip often hitting her exposed clit. Once her pussy was tender, he would fuck her brutally, forcing her to feel it bump and lump on his cock as it raped. She would. Kelley pulled him into the little kitchen for privacy, but it did little good against two inquisitive female Masters. Annie and Sara both chanted a spell with hands clasped, and we could hear what they were saying. It was in Gaelic, but we understood all of it."There was practically nothing on the surveillance tapes this morning," Mrs. Kelley was telling Mr. O'Hennessy. "There was their entry and them being shown around. They said 'Wards' and sat on the floor. The rest of the tape was blank, no.