1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    officer leave and in a polite singsong voice called out: &#034Bless you my c***d.&#034 She opened her Bible and began to quietly read a passage. Oliver was dumbfounded, completely puzzled as to why she was here. &#034Are you here to read my last rites or something?&#034 he asked with grim curiosity. The young nun stopped reading, and closed her Bible. Still keeping her head down, her white wimple and black veil both obscuring her face, she quietly responded, &#034Only an ordained priest may read your last rites. And with your execution set for tomorrow, I would not act so glib.&#034 Oliver looked down penitently. &#034My apologies, s****r...&#034 The nun did not acknowledge Oliver, adjusting her habit. &#034I see you have been dealt quite an unfair hand.&#034 Oliver slowly nodded. The circumstances which led to him being imprisoned was still hazy but the outcome nevertheless was one he would never forget. He remembered the trial that was held against him...how he stood alone as he was prosecuted for something he knew he did NOT do. He recalled the Comtesse and Lieutenant Ducard serving as witnesses against him, as well as the testimonies of other women he had courted during his glib, irresponsible days of drink and merriment. All the evidence was presented in full - the fingerprints on the dagger, the bl**d stain, the description of his uncompromising appearance. His reputation had already been blemished because of his laziness and decadent nature, but by an ...
    &#034attempted m*****ation&#034 of the Comtesse's nieces, Oliver now he had a permanent black spot that would be impossible to erase. The gallows was sadly his only option. The nun continued to look down, almost in pity, and said. &#034Do you have anything to say, or perhaps...to admit to me now?&#034 Oliver tilted his head, confused. &#034I'm not sure what you mean, s****r...&#034 The nun lifted her head, as her white wimple and black veil revealed to Oliver a familiar face - the face of the very same woman whom Oliver &#034attacked&#034 that night morning. &#034YOU!&#034 growled Oliver, furious. He tried to reach and grab her but his wrists were still chained. The nun saved him the trouble, as she suddenly grabbed him by his tattered shirt collar with almost inhuman strength, her lovely face close to him and looked him straight in the eye. She whisper to him &#034I wouldn't do that Monsieur Oliver.&#034 She cleared her throat, and then finished her sentence in the deep, gruff voice of a long-forgotten acquaintance. &#034Or should I say...'Master'.&#034 She winked and then released him from her grasp. Oliver immediately pulled back, his face becoming a pale white. &#034O-Oh my God...T-Thomas? H-How? This c-can't be...&#034 &#034My name is Josette now,&#034 replied the nun in Thomas's deep baritone, giving Oliver a menacing, vengeful grin. &#034And let's just say that our fates have been twisted in such a way that I am finally getting my revenge on you for treating me like a wretched, ...