Her words fell on deaf ears as the three men continued to walk towards her. What was worse the hooded figures seemed neither impressed nor intimidated by the sword that Hillary raised in front of her.<br/><br/>The three men slowly circled her, forcing her to put her back to the wall. They remained just out of the reach of the sword she was brandishing in front of her like a talisman to ward them away.<br/><br/>One by one they lifted their hands to their hoods and pulled them back all the way. Dull glassy eyes looked back at her from faces that had become sunken with age and hardship. Each man had thick dark hair except for the bald spot atop their heads, marking them as monks from a long ago age.<br/><br/>"Let us help you child..." "We shall care for you.." "Join us..."<br/><br/>It was hard to tell who had spoken as none of them had moved their mouths at all and the voices just seemed to come out of the air around her. As one the monks lifted their hands and opened the flap that held their robes closed. Each was completely naked beneath his robe, their skin pale and smooth, flawless. None of them moved a muscles as they held their robes open all the way to show her what was beneath. Most notable of all was that each man was sporting a cock that would put more than a few stallions to shame hanging between their legs.<br/><br/>"Join us..." "Partake...!" "Repent...!"<br/><br/>She could see their eyes widen a little, their breathing become more rapid, and the pulse-tick along their necks became visible. Each man groaned and twitched where he stood as his skin slowly changed. Brands, tattoos, whip lash scars and piercings began to form and marred every inch of their skin form the collar bone down to their toes. Worst of all were their cocks which began to pulse and throb. There was almost a lost look in the men's eyes as the tattoos spread up their necks, a look that was stamped out as the unholy markings swept across their faces, turning their eyes mad and filled with savage lust.