The Hallowed Land Experience

Hypocrites

 
For Isaiah it was love at first sight, but he felt that way about every woman that he met, and every man too. Humans were wonderful. Flawed, yes, but wonderful nonetheless. He wanted nothing better than to have good things happen to them. It was his calling. So when an attractive young belly dancer walked into the room he couldn’t help but love her. Platonically of course. For Isaiah was an angel, a cherub, and carnal thoughts never entered his mind.

Isaiah watched the woman dance for him with a big smile on his face. It made her feel good to dance and seeing her feeling good made him feel good too. Kiri was young and free and full of life. She loved to dance and she twirled and writhed before him, showing him all of her moves. She loved to talk too and she asked him all sorts of things, most of them about what he thought of her. Kiri loved her body and she loved to show it off, and it brought Isaiah great satisfaction to encourage her and to watch her do the things that she loved to do. He smiled at her and answered her questions and did his best to make her happy. Well, as happy as Kiri could be with her clothes on.

The door to the dining room opened once again and the waiters came in to set the tables. The tables were low to the ground and arranged in a half circle with pillows piled up behind them. Curtains and veils hung from the ceiling, making the whole place look like the inside of a sultan’s tent. Isaiah stood at the far end of the room dressed smartly in fancy Arabic clothes and a turban. To one side of him was a big gong. To the other, Kiri.

“The guests will be here soon. You can wait in the sitting room behind that curtain.”, Isaiah said pointing to his left.

“All alone?”, Kiri asked with large, sad eyes.

Isaiah laughed, “No. I think there’s one other act before you. You can dance for him too while you wait.”

Kiri smiled and blew him a kiss. “Catch!”, she said and then disappeared behind the curtain.

Isaiah caught the kiss and laughed again. Kiri was a truly delightful young woman.

“Hiya.”, Kiri said to the tall stranger dressed in a fine robe with stars and moons all over it. “You must be the entertainment.”

The tall man turned and looked down at her, the frown below his curled mustache quickly turned into a smile. “Well, not half as much as you, my dear. You are a vision of loveliness. A goddess made flesh.”

Kiri smiled and watched as the man stuffed a seemingly endless amount of cards, handkerchiefs, and doves into the folds of his robe.

“While I am merely a magician. A trickster. But with a little sleight of hand...”, and in mid sentence the man reached behind Kiri’s ear and produced an egg. “...I can make smiles appear.” Then the man cracked the egg open and a small bird flew out and around the room.

“Wow!”, Kiri exclaimed, her eyes following the bird. “I know a few tricks too.”

She showed him.
 

Isaiah struck the gong. “Presenting, the Great Flandini!”, the smiling angel said with a flourish and gestured to the curtain at the side of the room.

Marvin and his guests turned their heads towards the curtain but no one came out. Jerry Farwell stuffed another piece of lamb into him mouth as he waited. Isaiah paused for a moment and then repeated his summons. Another awkward moment passed. Then, just as Isaiah took one step towards the curtain to find out what was going on a slightly disheveled magician burst forth.

“Greetings, my friends!”, the Great Flandini exclaimed. “I have just flown in from Baghdad…”, he paused for comedic effect, “and my carpet is so very tired.”

At that moment an ornate rug emerged from behind the curtain, flapped around as if trying to fly, and then collapsed to the ground, giving one final heave before lying still. His audience was delighted. He continued with his act, starting with the simple tricks and working up to the wilder ones. Everything he did had an Arabian theme and the crowd roared in approval. Well, everyone but the stone faced Bob Jonas who sat and watched everything as if he were God himself, sitting in judgment.

Liander made another round of filling up drinks and removing empty plates. He was stunned to see how much that Jerry Farwell could eat. The plates piled up at his table faster than Liander could remove them.

“More wine, boy.”, Gary Blauer said to him with a demeaning tone in his southern drawl.

Liander leaned over Gary’s table and topped off his glass. Then he felt a hand on the back of his thigh climbing up towards his ass.

“My, you got a pretty mouth, boy.”, Gary said sliding his hand between Liander’s thighs. Liander jumped back, spilling wine on the table and his clothes as he did. He looked down at Gary’s face and saw a lecherous grin that made him want to throw up.

“Sorry sir.”, Liander apologized, swallowing his pride as he mopped up the mess.

Gary put his hand back on Liander’s leg and squeezed his thigh tightly. “I want you to lick it up now, boy.”, Gary said sadistically.

Liander jerked his leg away from Gary’s roaming hand and quickly left the room. Luckily for him no one had noticed the incident. Everyone’s eyes were watching the Great Flandini mystically levitating a half a dozen sabers and making them dance to the wild Arabian music filling the room. Liander returned just in time to catch Kiri’s act, but he stayed as far away as he could from Gary’s table and ignored Gary’s attempts to catch his attention.

Isaiah struck the gong again. When he had everyone’s attention he announced with a huge grin, “And now, for your pleasure, the Nubian princess, the exotic, Kiri!”

More Arabian music began to play, this time slow and seductive. A hand reached out from the curtain and writhed like a snake. It was followed by an arm, then a leg, and then finally the body of the most beautiful black woman that anyone in the room had ever seen. Kiri paced across the floor as graceful as a cat and rocked her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Jerry Farwell was entranced. His jaw dropped, and the drumstick in his mouth fell on to his plate. His eyes rolled over every curve of her body. Bob Barry and Bill McCarthy were also enthralled. Their eyes grew as large as a kid's in a candy store.

Kiri made her way around the room slowly, tantalizing the men with her demonic charms. She rolled her belly, making it undulate like the tide. She shook her hips and her breasts, and teased the men with her veils. She spun in circles in the center of the room, clapping out the beat with her hand chimes. And as she writhed and spun she looked deeply into the men’s eyes. Bob Jonas just stared at her with a look of disdain. Gary Blauer was looking lustfully at Liander. And Pat Roberson sat happily at his table without a hint of desire. But Marvin’s other three guests were hooked. And Jerry had the look in his eyes like a man who would not let her leave the room without having had her. Kiri smiled behind her veil and danced her way over to him.

Liander’s eyes were fixed on Kiri as well. He watched her dancing dreamily, looking forward to the time when she would be dancing alone for him. He’d forgotten all about Gary and the rest of the guests, but that no longer mattered since everyone’s attention had now turned towards Kiri and Jerry. Kiri had one of her veils draped over Jerry’s head and was slowly pulling it over his face. She swayed and rocked just inches away from him, and Jerry was growing more excited by the minute. He rolled off the pillows beneath him, stumbled to his feet, and started dancing next to her, poorly. Kiri smiled and bumped him with her hip over and over.

“Hey Jerry, I think she likes you!”, hollered out Bill McCarthy.

“Yeah. Show her the Old Town Gospel!”, Bob Barry exclaimed.

Jerry’s hands began to shake as he looked up and down Kiri’s body. Their eyes met. Kiri’s eyes were warm and inviting. Jerry’s were filled with lust. Finally he could take no more. The rotund pastor grabbed the young woman by the arms and forced her down on to the table. Kiri let out a scream and fought back against him but her struggles were hopeless. Jerry quickly had her pinned under his belly and clawed at the fabric around her waist as the others in the room cheered him on.

Isaiah looked on in astonishment. The smile that he had worn all evening long was completely gone. Every fiber in his being was urging him to run over and rescue the helpless young woman but he couldn’t. His sworn mission was to protect the men in the room. He couldn’t help no matter what he was feeling. He turned his head away and tried to pretend that it wasn’t happening, but Kiri’s cries found their way into his ears. Silently he repeated the oath he took to his archangel over and over. That kept him calm enough to stand put.

“Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!”, chanted many of the onlookers as Jerry tore away the lower half of Kiri’s outfit. Kiri was still fighting, flailing her arms and trying to twist herself free, but Jerry would have none of it. He screamed at her to stop resisting and when she didn’t he starting beating her with his fists. It only took a few punches before Kiri was reduced to being a quivering, sobbing mess. Even though Liander knew she was faking it, it was hard for him to watch. He knew that Kiri had had much worse in hell, and that she’d loved every minute of it, but it looked so real that it began to stir emotions within him that he thought had died long ago. He too felt the urge to run over and save her.

Liander snapped out of it. “The camera.”, he thought to himself. He reached into the bulky fabric of his uniform and eased the lens of the recorder into view. Making sure that he wasn’t being noticed he pointed the camera at Jerry’s table and began filming. He felt like kicking himself for missing the first part, so he decided to make up for it by getting a few close-ups. Slowly he walked around the room unnoticed by the other guests.

With one hand Jerry held Kiri pinned to the table and with the other he struggled to pull down his trousers. Kiri lay almost motionless on the table, crying softly. She felt Jerry spreading her legs apart and lining himself up to penetrate her. The she felt him shove his finger into her, or at least, that’s what it felt like.

Liander looked up from the camera’s tiny view screen. He could barely believe his eyes. The enormous man had almost no dick. It couldn’t have been more than two and a half inches long. He looked closer as Jerry began thrusting back and forth. His cock was so short that when he pulled back it came all the way out, and when he thrust forward he missed his target more often than he hit it. Liander looked over at Kiri’s face and saw just a hint of disappointment in her pained expression. He had to fight the urge to laugh.

The raping and the chanting ended quickly as Jerry came. It looked like the man was having a heart attack as his face turned red and he groaned like a beached whale. Liander zoomed in and captured the entire moment. It was priceless. He knew that Kendra would be pleased. He even decided to make a copy for himself. Jerry finally pulled himself off the poor woman and pulled his pants back up. Wiping her eyes Kiri staggered to her feet and began to walk away.

“No one said that you could stop dancing, bitch!”, Bob Barry shouted at her.

“Fuckin’ nigger ain’t done.”, Gary Blauer added.

Jerry grabbed Kiri by the arm and pulled her back over towards him. “You whore! You ungrateful slut!”, he bellowed. “Get over there and dance for my friends like you danced for me.”

Kiri stood there sobbing and trying to cover herself up with her free hand. Jerry shouted at her again and still she did nothing. Then he slapped her, and slapped her again. Kiri slowly nodded her head and dragged herself over to Bob Barry’s table. Liander zoomed in on the expression on Kiri’s face. It was agonizing. The makeup around her eyes had been smeared by her tears and Jerry’s blows. The pain on her face looked so real that Liander began to doubt that she was faking. Slowly Kiri raised her arms and began to dance again, only this time all the joy had gone out of her moves, having been replaced by shame and dread. Bob stood up and motioned Kiri to come closer to him. She stumbled as she did so, falling into his arms. Bob wrapped his arms around her and stuck his face next to hers.

“How about a little kiss, baby.”, he said putting his lips up to hers. Kiri turned her head. Bob pulled his head back. “C’mon, give me a little lovin’ darlin’.”

A deep voice spoke next to him. “Nigger lover.”, Bob Jonas said with disgust.

Bob Barry glanced over at him and then back at Kiri. “There’s only one way to fuck a nigger.”, he said with a toothy grin. He spun Kiri around and then bent her over the table in front of him. Kiri didn’t resist at all. She just dropped to her knees and put her head down on the table. Bob quickly pulled off his jeans, grabbed a handful of butter, and smeared it all over his cock. The he got down behind Kiri and forced his cock deeply into her anus. Kiri let out a sudden shriek.

“Yeah, take it all you bitch!”, Bob yelled as he thrust his cock in and out of Kiri’s ass as fast and as hard as he could. The table rocked back and forth and seemed close to teetering over as Bob kept pounding away. With every thrust Kiri groaned sickly. It sounded as if she was being tortured.

“Shut the fuck up!”, Bill McCarthy commanded as he walked up to Kiri’s face. She looked down and kept groaning. “I’ve got something that’ll shut you up.”, Bill said as he dropped his pants, knelt in front of her, and grabbed her by the hair. He jerked her head back and put the head of his cock up to her lips.

“You bite me and I’ll choke you to death you whore!”, Bill warned her and then slid his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Kiri’s body convulsed as she gagged and choked. She tried to push Bill away from her but he overpowered her and started fucking her mouth. Both men were thrusting into her as the others roared in approval, all except for Bob Jonas.

Isaiah could barely stand to be in the room as all of this was going on. He retreated behind the curtain and kept telling himself that for all the evil that those men were doing, that they did far more good to make up for it. That helped, but the feelings inside of him kept screaming at him to do something. He felt sick inside, and kept hoping that it would all be over soon. When it was, he promised himself, he would help her. He was going to do whatever he could to make things right.

Liander captured it all on film. He panned around the room to show the others watching and cheering. It was enough to incriminate them all, but he knew that Kendra would want him to catch all seven men in compromising positions, and the other four weren’t showing much interest in Kiri. He didn’t want to think about what they got off on. An uncomfortable thought entered his mind. These men had done this to other women too. The kind of women that he used to sacrifice so much of himself to help. The memories were flooding back. He shook them off.

The two men left Kiri lying slumped over the table. She lay motionless, like a corpse.

“Hey Jonas!”, Bill McCarthy said rising to his feet. “She’s almost ready for you.”

Bob Jonas grumbled.

“Gentlemen.”, Marvin began, rising to his feet. “Much more is here to be had behind the curtain.”

“Got a little piece of ass for my good friend?”, Jerry said putting his hand on Pat Roberson’s back. “And I do mean, little.”

“But of course.”, Marvin replied.

Pat flashed him his child-like smile.

The rest of the men stood up and followed Marvin to the door on the far side of the room. Isaiah parted the curtain and the men walked through a door on the other side. Isaiah closed the door behind them and looked across the room at the poor woman that they’d left behind. Kiri had crawled over to a corner of the room and lay crumpled in a heap on one of the pillows. A couple of waiters moved about the room cleaning up the dishes and glasses. Isaiah could wait no longer. He walked over and knelt next to Kiri, putting a hand on her shoulder. Kiri shrieked and pulled away.

“Get away from me!”, she shouted hoarsely. Isaiah’s heart was breaking.

Liander looked over at Isaiah and then towards the curtain the angel was supposed to be guarding. This was an opportunity that he couldn’t pass up. Whatever the others were doing behind that door he knew that if he could get it on film that it would be enough to blackmail them all into doing anything. He looked over at Isaiah again. The angel was completely engrossed in Kiri’s suffering. As soon as the other waiter left the room, Liander disappeared behind the curtain and walked through the door. He shivered to think of what he would find on the other side.

Liander followed the men into the dungeon while Kiri's consummate acting distracted the angel who had been guarding the entrance. Whoever designed the place certainly had an eye for detail. Liander noted the moss encrusted stone walls and floor and the cobwebs in the corners and along where the ceiling met the walls. The air was dank and tinged with the scent of fear and decay.

With camcorder in hand, Liander stalked silently after the so-called righteous men as they sought their own personal entertainments. They turned a corner and came to a stop before a large cell. Behind the bars of wrought iron, cowering in the corner, was a pretty woman in her early twenties and a boy of no more than six. From the similarities in their features, Liander guessed that they were mother and son. The boy clung to his mother desperately and she rocked him gently while whispering soothing words into his ear.

Liander hid in the corner and pulled out his camera. As he pressed the record button a wave of shame moved through him. He stopped. Shame was something that he thought he would never feel again but there it was. He tried to ignore it and hoped that it would go away and with an unsteady hand he began filming.

"Well gentlemen, here we are.", Marvin said smiling broadly. "I hope things are to your satisfaction."

Pat's lips twitched slightly as he eyed the little boy. "Oh yes. You've done very well."

Marvin looked at Bob Jonas, "I had considered picking one up from the local mortuary but I thought you might like to do the honor yourself."

From a harness under his arm Marvin pulled a long knife. One side of the blade bore a very sharp edge while the other side bore a row of wicked looking serrated teeth. Bob said nothing and scowled as he examined the weapon. His dull judgmental eyes locked with those of the young woman in the cell and she let out a terrified whimper. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pleaded with them, "Please, please don't hurt us. Just let us go. We won't say anything. I promise."

Marvin lifted a ring of oversized keys from a hook on the wall and unlocked the cell door. He glanced at the woman and said, "Well, little miss it is time you learned what God thinks about harlots like you who have little bastards out of wedlock." He smiled at his guests. "Now y'all take your time and enjoy yourselves."

Pat stepped into the cell and went over to the little boy who clutched at his mother and shook with fear. "It's going to be all right now." The cherubic older man said, "I'm here to take care of you."

Gently he took the boy and pulled him away from his mother. At first the poor child didn't want to let go and screamed as Pat touched him but Pat's soothing voice and calm demeanor soon had the child struggling weakly in his arms.

"I'm going to take you away from all this.", Pat said to the frightened child, calmly removing his mother's hands from the child's torn clothes. "I'm going to show you the best love of all, the love that God has for his children."

Pat then turned back to Marvin and requested a separate room so that he could be alone with the boy. Marvin nodded, smiled, and unlocked the child from the wall. As Pat stood and walked away, the woman shrieked and grabbed him by the pant leg, pleading with him not to take her son. Pat turned and assured the woman that her son would be treated well but that did little to calm her. And as he turned back around the light caught his face just enough so that the woman could recognize who he was.

"I know who you are.", the woman gasped, her eyes growing wider. "You're that televangelist! The one that ran for president! How could you do such a thing?"

She was cut short as Bob Jonas' fist smashed into her jaw and knocked her flat on the stone floor.

"Now that you know our secrets, we're going to have to kill you.", Bob said icily.

"Like you weren't going to do that anyway.", Bill McCarthy called out, laughing along with the others.

Pat took his young charge to another cell down the hall while the others watched Bob Jonas murder the boy's mother in cold blood. Liander filmed everything carefully, making sure that the faces of the men were clear and that it was obvious that none of it could possibly have been faked. Inside his shame was growing. He tried to fight it but nothing worked. He'd seen things like this before, in hell. He'd even come close to doing things like this himself. But this was different. In hell he could always rationalize what was happening. The idea of demons torturing the souls of the damned never struck him as being wrong. After all, the damned deserved to suffer for the wrongs that they had done on earth. But now his logic no longer worked. These were humans torturing other humans. The woman and her child didn't deserve what was going to happen to them. Yes, they had sinned, but now they wouldn't get a chance to redeem themselves. They were going to be tortured until they died and then they were going to be tortured for all eternity in hell. No matter what they had done, they didn't deserve that.

Liander shook his head. "No, they've sinned and they deserve it.", he thought to himself. They'd committed the sin that Liander reviled the most, that of being helpless victims. Anger began to grow within him and he felt better with each blow and cut that Bob Jonas inflicted upon the screaming woman.

"Victims deserve their fate just for being victims.", Liander mused. "The weak deserve to suffer."
 

"Leave me alone!", Kiri shouted into the pillow.

"I shouldn't, I can't, and I won't.", Isaiah replied gently. "You're a beautiful young woman and you don't deserve what happened to you."

"Why didn't you stop them?!", Kiri cried out, her voice muffled by the cushions.

Isaiah was speechless. He couldn't tell her the truth but he didn't want to lie to her. He just wanted her to feel better. So he begged her forgiveness.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.", he began with real tears coming to his eyes. "I didn't know what they were going to do to you. I couldn't stop them but I would have if I could. They would have…", he stopped and started again. "Something bad would have happened to me."

Isaiah looked down at Kiri's helpless form. She was lying on the pillows with her back turned towards him. He could hear her crying and yearned to make her feel better. "But I know that you're a strong person and you'll overcome all your bad feelings. You're better than those sinners, and your life is going to be wonderful again. They're going to hell and you're going to heaven and God will bless you and shower you with his love."

Isaiah smiled as he spoke. He truly believed what he said. In the past Kiri would have broken out laughing at him. God blessing her and letting her into heaven? No way. But now her acting was superb, and so she kept stringing him along. She cried a little softer and turned her head towards him.

"No he won't.", Kiri insisted. "No one will ever love me again."

"Yes they will.", Isaiah replied as he sensed that his words were bringing the distraught dancer around. "You'll have many suitors: rich ones, handsome ones, strong ones, and loving ones. They'll fall all over each other just to get the chance to talk with you. And you'll be able to pick which one you want to marry."

"Who would ever want me now?", Kiri moaned.

Isaiah was on a roll. "Everyone would.", he said with a smile. "You're beautiful, and warm, and loving, and sincere. You're a wonderful dancer and your smile can fill a room with joy. Your eyes are like stars that men would love to stare into forever. Your lips are soft and innocent and no man can resist them. Your…"

Kiri reached her hand out towards his. Isaiah's first instinct was to pull away. Touching humans was a no-no for him. It was too close to carnal love. He could shower her with compliments and platonic love, but he drew the line at physical touching. He quickly withdrew his hand, but regretted it as a look of despair came over Kiri's face. She yanked her hand back and turned away from him, crying once again. Anguish filled Isaiah's heart but he knew that he had to keep trying. He didn't want her to slip away. He didn't want to lose her to the demons who fed on misery. He didn't have a clue that he was being played.
 

The others had left the cell, leaving Liander alone with Bob and the now motionless woman. Liander smiled as he filmed the ashen faced man, covered in blood, molesting and defiling the woman's corpse. "Total incrimination.", he thought to himself as he captured the whole gory episode and then crept out of the cell.

Liander snuck around the dungeon easily in the dark. Soon he found the cell where Pat had taken the little boy. Pat was sitting on the floor wearing only his underwear with the little boy sitting naked in his lap. Pat was reading out of a pocket-sized bible while the child was listening peacefully. Liander filmed them for a few minutes, waiting patiently for the action to begin, but Pat seemed happy just to sit and read. Liander wondered if he'd missed his chance but soon Pat's hand found its way to the child's private parts and the fondling began. Liander filmed it for a while but Pat was in no hurry. Liander figured that it was better to see what the others were doing and come back later.
 

Isaiah begged for forgiveness once more as earnestly and sincerely as he could muster. He poured on the charm and tried to fill Kiri with visions of hope and beauty. At last it sunk in and Kiri spoke once more.

"You don't mean it.", Kiri hissed, turning towards him. "You don't even want touch me."

"I mean it.", Isaiah said forcefully. "You're a wonderful woman. You're a special woman."

"Then why did you pull away?", Kiri sobbed.

Isaiah couldn't lie, but he couldn't bear to lose Kiri, so he decided to break his rules just this once. He put his hand on hers and smiled warmly. He was surprised how soft she was. It had been so long since he had touched a human. So long since, well, since the incident that made him take an oath not to touch another human. Now he'd broken that oath, but he knew that it was for a good cause. He felt that he was in control of himself and that nothing more would happen.

"Just this once.", Isaiah assured himself. "Only a caress and nothing more."

Kiri took his hand in hers and then moved it up to her face. She put his fingers on her cheek and he wiped away her tears. Isaiah smiled. He saw that Kiri was feeling better and was glad about that. He slowly pulled his hand away.

"See.", Isaiah said proudly. "Other men would fight each other to wipe away your tears."

Kiri slowly sat up. She used a pillow to modestly hide her exposed lower half and wiped the tears and smeared mascara from her other eye. She sniffled and moved her face closer to his. Isaiah was happily smiling at her, fighting the urge to pull away. She sensed the conflict within him and decided to make it worse. She tilted her head, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. She could feel Isaiah's surprise and reluctance. She stopped, and then she kissed him again. This time Isaiah kissed back.

"It's only a kiss.", Isaiah thought to himself. "Nothing more. I'll give her a kiss and then she'll feel better and then everything will be fine."
 

Liander found his way to the central room of the dungeon. It was set up like a theater with rows of seats arranged in circles surrounding the central area. In the middle of the room were many torturing and restraining devices with a slave bound up in each one. Gary Blauer was busy whipping and sodomizing a male slave ferociously while shouting crude insults at him. The others were gathered around two young women wearing black leather and chains. The men were giving lascivious commands to one of the women who would then do whatever she was told to the other woman. Liander took a seat in the shadows close by and started filmed the action. Sitting in a chair on the other side of the room was Marvin Rosenthrall, who was watching his guests indulge themselves.

"Gentlemen.", Marvin called out. "I've seen worse on the internet. These slaves will do anything, absolutely anything. Go ahead and live out your darkest fantasies."

The others responded and Liander watched as their commands became cruder and more violent. He filmed them as well as he had filmed the other scenes with lots of close-ups. He smiled as he watched the women being degraded and humiliated at the hands of the men who were now out of control with lust. "Suffer.", he whispered to himself. "You deserve it you bitches. Suffer."

"Suffer like me."

Liander wasn't sure if he'd whispered those words or if he'd just thought them but all at once his world was standing on its head. Minutes before he saw himself as one of the torturers, but he now saw himself as one of the women being abused, and all around him were hell's demons beating him into submission over and over again for their own sadistic pleasure. He saw that he was still a victim. It didn't matter that he abused others and cared little about their fates, he was as helpless at the hands of the powerful as the slaves were. The feelings of shame came back upon him stronger than ever before and Liander could barely concentrate on filming. He kept the camera focused on the women as his world changed again. He was still in chains, just like the slave women, but this time he was surrounded by angels. They spoke to him of peace and love but all he heard were demands for obedience and submission. Their voices were soft and caring but the guilt and shame that they brought upon him hurt as bad as any torture or abuse. He saw that no matter where he went it was always the same. Everyone gave him orders and did whatever they had to do to him in order to make him obey. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Liander watched the women as they were taken to a horrifying looking machine. The eyes of one of the women met his for a moment and then turned away, but the look seared Liander's heart. All at once all the sympathy for the countless victims of his and other's lusts that he had suppressed for so many years flooded his mind with misery. His feelings of powerlessness overwhelmed him. The weight of the universe pressed down upon him, crushing all that he was. All that he could do was watch helplessly as the men started up that awful machine.

What came next reached into Liander and touched what little remained of his conscience. He'd thought that he'd seen everything in the streets and back rooms of Shal-Mari, the domain of Andrealphus, Prince of Lust, but he was wrong. Even years later, Liander could never bring himself to describe to another soul what he saw that day. But in spite of his revulsion and horror at what was happening, he couldn't take his eyes away. A numbness overtook him and the camcorder fell from his hand and clattered on the hard stone floor. None could have heard it over the grunting, groaning, screaming, and squealing. Even turned on its side with a cracked lens, the camera continued to record the depths of human depravity that played out in the humid dungeon before it.

Meanwhile, Liander sat in near catatonia as a darkness washed over his senses. The sights and sounds faded until all was void. In the darkness a voice spoke. It was Kendra.
 

Isaiah lost himself for a moment, then he pulled back and smiled broadly. "Certainly," he thought, "that would be enough to restore Kiri's faith in love." But as he looked into Kiri's eyes all he saw was the deep emptiness of a love that was desperately unfulfilled. For a moment they were frozen in time. Then Kiri turned her head away collapsed. Isaiah's smile disappeared as Kiri lay shivering on the pillows, clutching at the thin veils around her for warmth.

"That was wrong.", Kiri said shamefully. "I'm such a fuckup."

"No. No.", Isaiah pleaded quietly. But Kiri had begun to cry again and his words weren't going to help her anymore. Isaiah knew what he had to do. He had to do what he wasn't allowed to do. Yes, carnal love was a sin, but when he looked at Kiri suffering he couldn't understand why.

"This has to be an exception.", Isaiah assured himself. "It's just sex and nothing more. And it will be my secret indiscretion. No one will know what I did and the world will be a better place for it."

Isaiah lay down on the pillows next to Kiri and took her in his arms. He kissed her neck and her lips and her face until she stopped crying and kissed him back. He ran his hands over her arms, her shoulders, and across her back until she stopped shivering. And he undressed her and caressed her and kissed her all over until the emptiness in her eyes was replaced with warmth and happiness. He lay at her side as she did the same to him and wondered how something that felt so good could have ever gotten such a bad reputation. He hoped that he could make Kiri happy again and was delighted to see her eyes light up as she reached into his pants. Her hopes had been realized. He had a big cock.