He insisted on being called not Lucifer but William or Master. I glared at him, only God was my Master! But why would I have expected that The Devil would have no compunction in blaspheming?<br/><br/>He was forcing me into a position where my breasts were stuck out.. and he could access my sex, and bottom more easily. I started to blush, realizing how exposed and vulnerable I was.. I had gotten this far on fear and fury.. now it was dawning on me the predicament I was in. For all intents and purposes I was here in Hell as The Devils play thing. I was scared. He was going to do terrible things to me. I clung tight to the unshakable knowledge that I had a soul.<br/><br/>I trembled with fear, and my sex started to throb.. I had felt this feeling before.. I understood it was temptation. I would ignore it. They had done something to me.. my breasts, my cunny.. I glared at him. Anger flaring in me.. pushing aside terror for a few seconds..<br/><br/>I acted the only way I could.. I looked him in the eyes and I said very distinctly, "Bark. Bark."