Andrew Blood lay on his back, completely naked, staring up at his reflection

in

the large overhead mirror. He was handcuffed to the brass bedrails behind

him,

and his legs were spread, ankles held in strong leather restraints. A small

rubber ball had been placed into his mouth so that it acted as an effective

gag

and a leather strap with a hole cut into it that held the rubber ball down

was

fastened around his neck. He felt absolutely helpless, and in fact he was. He

was trembling with anticipation.

Terri stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him. She licked her lips.

Andrew was breathing through his nose like a bellows. Slowly she unzipped one

boot and pulled it off, then the other. Then she removed her studded

bracelets,

then the studded belt. She pursued her lips and held the doubled-up studded

belt

thoughtfully for a moment, smiled faintly, then very lightly ran it across

Andrew's paunchy stomach. His pasty flesh got goose pimples, and he moaned

behind the gag.

She dropped the belt down on the floor and provocatively started to remove

her

leather jumpsuit. Andrew was shivering and making little whimpering noises.

Terri slipped out of the one-piece, skintight suit and let it fall to the

floor.

She stood completely naked at the foot of the bed, wearing only the black

mask.

Her ample breasts rose and fell heavily as she stared down at him. Her tongue

slipped out and licked her lips, but it seemed very long suddenly, and Andrew

blinked, staring at her... was it forked?.

Her hair was moving. Something was coming up beneath it... he saw the tufted

tips of long, pointed ears emerge. Her nose lengthened. Her lips drew back

over

fangs dripping with saliva. A growl rambled up from deep down in her throat.

Andrew started thrashing on the bed, making hysterical sounds against the gag.

She raised her hands, fingers now inordinately long and hooked like talons,

and

razor-sharp claws slowly slid out of her fingertips. She slowly crawled up

onto

the bed....

CHAPTER FIVE

It was dark. Somewhere water dripped. Modred could hear the cluttering of

rats.

Hundreds, thousands of them. They were keeping their distance... for now.

There

was a pile of furry corpses beneath him, where he hung chained to the cold,

damp

wall. The rats had learned the hard way that this was no ordinary morsel they

could devour at their leisure. This one could fight back, even when chained.

But