“My Prince, we’ve caught one.”

“…Excellent. What’ve you done with them?”

“She’s been bound in the cellar, My Lord.”

“She?” Muses the Prince.

“Yes My Lord.”

“You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Prince Damien rushes to the cellar. No doubt his father, king of darkness and ruler of the fiery pit of the underworld will have already been informed. His father has specifically given him the task to capture one of them and finally after so many long, dry years his men have caught one. And a female at that.

He knows his mission-to break her in any possible way. His father wants to rule the heavens as well as the underground and finding their weaknesses and secrets are crucial. Damien smirks at the prospect of everything he could do to her.

Oh boy! This will be fun.

Anna slowly opens her eyes to the bright artificial lighting. She groans slightly from the dizziness of her head. The last thing she remembered was the rise up from Earth after completing her mission, and about to return back to Heaven. She tries to wipe her hand across her face, however, when her hand wouldn’t comply, she quickly becomes aware of her predicament.

Her body is tied to a wooden X-shaped contraption. Her arms raised high along two the planks and tied tight with rope. Her feet are in the same position but below her body. She tugs some more on the rope and tries to use her wings for help. But those too have been bound; except they are bound together behind her back. It seems the contraption has a thick slit to slot her wings through and keep them behind and useless.

Still stubbornly tugging before concluding that she cannot move an inch from her position she gazes across the room. There stands a large wooden table near one of the corners: A few hooks and bars dangling from stone ceiling and a large cabinet and chest of drawers opposite her on the far side of the room.

She turns her head to the side looking for an escape. The only exit it seems is also the entrance in the form of a metal and wood door with deadbolts and a key to unlock. As much as she wants there is no way to smash through that door.

Suddenly a lock rattles in the door and Anna closes her eyes, forcing her body to go limp and create the illusion that she’s still unconscious.

Damien’s footsteps echo around the hallow place. He dead bolts and locked the door before sliding the key behind the secret stone rock next to the door. With prisoners keeping the key on the body is just too dangerous, particularly with some of the vile creatures they sometimes capture.

Slow confident strides are made to his pretty prey. His lips curl into a smile whilst eyes praise her form. She’s a petite, sweet looking thing, with large breasts and nice wide hips, along with a big plump ass. He can feel himself grow hard under the black leather pants, thinking of all the things he can do to her sweet, sweet body.

He grasps her flaccid face and yanks it up. Blonde curls fly back as a beautiful oval face comes in view. Pink, full lips taunt him almost begging him to place his cock between them.

“Awaken!” He sharply calls landing a blow to her cheek with the same sharpness.

Light blue eyes snap open and immediately her whole body tenses.

Damien takes a step back, folding his muscled arms across his expansive cheat as he waits for her to calm down.

Anna bares her teeth at him, her body tenses fully as she gazes into his black, soulless eyes and realizes the monsters that had captured her… Demons.

“Let me go, vermin!” Hisses Anna thrashing uselessly at the ropes.

Her wrists and ankles, only becoming sorer but she continues despite that, in hopes that they would loosen.

“Try asking nicely. After all, you Angels are supposed to be the nice ones remember?” Mocks Damien.

The Angel glares at his some more before spitting at him. The glob of saliva lands on his cheek. She quietens immediately after, gulping in fear and wondering what he’ll do.

Damien swipes the spit with his fingers and examines the translucent droplets for a moment before his features harden and he looks back at the Angel.

“Don’t worry pet, since you enjoy spitting so much, I have something that you’re going to have a ball with,” he darkly informs her causing shivers to race through her spine.

He shakes the saliva hand before swiping it at his pants and stepping toward his prey.

“But for now… it’s time I play with you.”

Anna suppresses her reflex action to cry at, not only the hopeless situation but also the demon who will clearly torture her. She has to remain strong though. And not break. That’s what they want. She can’t let him have that pleasure.

Inhaling sharply with the new attitude resolved in her mind she watches the demon collect items from the chest of drawers and dump them on the wooden table, the one that’s near her. Then he turns again and gets some more things out.

Her eyes assess him. He isn’t too… bad looking, to say the least-quite handsome in fact. Nice broad shoulders, slanting to a small waist and a muscular frame. He’s tall, but compared to her most males are. His face is chiselled with short stubble around his jaw and upper lip.

He has perfect cheekbones and what looked like soft ebony strands of hair-cut clean but not too short. Some of it spiked at his neck and the tops of his silk black shirt. His skin is a tanned a golden brown with faint hints of a deep red hue.

When he turns around Anna can see from the deep v-neck of his shirt he has a nice dusting of black hairs along his muscled pectorals.

It’s only when the items in his hand clatter on the table, Anna pays attention to them.

Her eyes go wide and jaw slackens. Surely he’s not serious! She thinks. He’d laid out ball gags, butt plugs, ropes, whips, ties. All sorts of sex toys she can hardly believe. She pales knowing he would use them on her and no doubt brutally. When she had been on earth one of the humans she’d befriended had told her all about sex toys and what they’d called BDSM. Anna being a pure being had never done anything remotely so sinful and hearing about it was as close as she’s ever came to sex.

“Scared sweetheart? You should be,” grins the deep, rich voice of her captor.

He picks up a small pocket knife and twirls it in his fingers, right before striding to her.

He slides the knife teasingly along the side of her face to the base of her throat.

“Now be still or you may get scraped,” he warns.

Her body freezes as he seemingly carelessly swipes it across her body. Her long, light blue dress tears slightly, sagging at where it has been wounded. Thankfully it all still covers her up. The cut had been a small one at her stomach.

“Hmm,” muses the Demon before taking another swipe this time at her thighs.

Another long cut was made in the dress, revealing a slit of creamy white skin. She awaits his next swing but instead feels his hand rise to her cheek. His thumb strokes over her flesh slowly before his hand trails down her throat to one of her shoulders. Fingers bunch up the chiffon material of the strap of her dress and before she knew it, he’s cut straight through it.

Anna swallows her scream and chooses instead to stand very still and emotionless. She feels the flat part of his knife under her throat as he tilts her head back upright.

He then repeats his previous action on the other sleeve of her dress. Once he lets it go, she thinks, all she’ll have covering her modesty would be a pair of panties and a bra.

Her head turns to watch his hand slowly cut through the material and upon reflex her head came forward and she bites him – hard. But instead of dropping the knife like she’d hopes, he swiftly cut through the material and withdraws his hand. Inspecting the hand as her gown crumples between her stretched ankles.

His eyes roam down her body in an almost bored fashion before he turns and picks something else of the table.

“Rest assured that will be the last time you bite me,” he lowly growls before holding up the ball gag to her lips.

Anna shakes her head back and forth not allowing him to have the thing touch even her lips.

“Open,” he commands but when she doesn’t he just sighs and takes it down.

His hand grabs her crotch over her plain white briefs and a finger probes at her pussy.

“Open,” he demands again, softer this time but the threat still being conveyed.

Anna dejectedly slackens her jaw and opens her mouth.

“Good. Complying with me would be in your best interest’s princess,” advises Damien lodging the red foam ball gag firmly in her mouth. He straps it tight behind her head before stepping back and picking up his knife.

The hideous plain cream bra is the first to come off. Next, the awful panties. When she’s stripped nude, Damien admires the creation before him. Bright blue eyes shine defiantly despite the situation she is in; full large breasts spring free, with their tiny pink nipples jutting out with tenderness; her beautiful pink pussy is also on display and if he steps around he can see her luscious plump ass.

“For an Angel you sure do have a positively sinful body, sweetheart,” smirks the Demon running his hands up and down her stretched arms. She squirms at the feel of his callous fingers and slight scratching of his nails. She’s surprised he hasn’t broken into his more deadly form and started ripping her to shreds. His hands then lower to her stomach, stroking her sides of flesh before cupping over her breasts.

Anna starts crying her protest through the gag, but her screams only come as mumbles.

“Shhh..” orders the Demon, annoyed by the mumbled cries.

He gives her full orbs a hard squeeze in warning causing her to immediately shut up.

As his hands massage her breasts Anna can feel a strange heat coarse through her. Her nipples starting to tingle slightly and when thumbs flick them, a moan leaves her throat.

Having caught it the Demon smirks wider at her and toys with her hardening buds. Her eyes are wide in shock and she feels shameful at enjoying the lust, however the heat between her legs only continues growing.

Damien trails a hand down her navel to between her legs. His fingers brush along her pussy collecting the hot sticky juices of arousal.

He laughs as he brings his fingers up to her face.

“Well would you look at that? You’re all wet… Damn, you must be the sluttiest Angel there is.”

Anna squeezes her eyes shut, tears burning behind her lids as she thinks about how her body could betray her like this.

Her eyes blink open again when she hears a clinking of chains. Looking up she sees the Demon walk towards her having retrieved another of his toys.

His mouth encloses around her breasts as he sucked at her hard nipple. She inhales sharply through her nose and tries not to moan this time.

But a tight, pinch of pain is not what she’s expecting and as such a muffled scream emits from within her.

She looks down to see him having encased her poor buds in a small vice.

As the pain eases the Demon tightens them causing another shot of searing heat to flow through her nerves.

She concentrates on evening her breathing as he treats her other nipple the same. Anna peeks down to see both vices attached by a single silver chain.

“Hurts don’t they?” Rhetorically asks the Demon rubbing his thumb around her stinging breasts.

Anna gave no answer and continues to stare with hatred at him.

“No? How about now?” He continues his finger pulling down on the connecting chain.

Anna squeezes her eyes shut feeling her nipples being pulled painfully down while still tightly clamped.

“Yes,” she mumbles through the gag.

The Demon’s black pupils look directly into her.

“I shall remove the gag if you’re willing to cooperate,” he bargains. She nods eagerly, her clamped jaw aching.

He reaches behind and pulls the wet gag from her mouth.

She pants in relief as he does so.

“Manners, little Angel; surely you were taught better,” sings the Demon.

“…Th-Thank you,” she grits out, her pride deflating a little from it.

“Good girl.”

Damien places back the gag and picks up a whip. It’s one tailed and made of hard leather. He wants to hear her really scream now.

“Now, which of the four walls of Heaven are the weakest?” He asks deadly serious.

Anna can’t lie; it’s not a quality she possesses. No, he is the liar, his kind.

“I don’t know,” she truthfully replies. He steps back and shakes his head.

“Perhaps I can refresh your memory,” he sadistically grins before bringing the whip down across her thigh. The leather mercilessly cuts along her thigh forming a thin red line in its trail.

Damien raises the whip and brings it down again, on the other thigh this time. The sound of a high-pitched scream causes his dick to stir in arousal as his heart jolts in excitement.

A few more lashes at her thighs and the once creamy smooth skin is painted in various shades of red lines, some crossing each other, creating a pretty pattern. Damien stops for a moment wishing he could give her plump ass the same treatment but with her position on the X it’s hard to completely beat her ass. His mind reels seeing the hooks above. If he has her helplessly swinging.

Anna pants in relief as he seems to cease his thrashing. Not only does her thighs burn but she can feel her libido burn as well and with pleasure- a complicated strange concept to her.

“Breathe, just breathe,” calmly speaks the Demon. Confused she looks up only to be smothered with a piece of material. Her eyes widen in realization but by then it’s too late. Her mind has already fallen into darkness.

When she regains consciousness, Anna realizes that once again she’s bound. Her hands are curled together above, and wrists immobilized by ropes that are also knotted over a hook in the ceiling. Her wings must have subconsciously retreated back into her and try as she may she can’t get them to unravel back out. Her ankles are locked in cuffs and spread apart by a long bar that separates them. Then of course, there are the clamps around her nipples. They still remain.

Anna hears steady footsteps and struggles in her bonds.

“What have you done to my wings?!” She growls at him only managing to provoke a chuckle.

“You’ll get your answers when I get mine. Now, the weaknesses of the Angel army…”

Anna says nothing.

“Fine. If that’s how you want it,” snaps Damien picking up the same leather whip and circling around her. As he cracks the whip against the floor she flinches. The stripes at her thighs are still stinging and glowing red. Her pussy on the other hand seems to have cooled down a little.

The next lash unfortunately, isn’t at the floor but rather at her ass.

“Ahh!” She squeals clenching her ass tight trying to relieve some of the searing pain.

Suddenly, another crack comes just above the first one and on her tightened muscles it hurt even more. Or perhaps it’s just because she knew it would so it did.

He carries on for twenty lashes by which point her eyes have a few stray tears running down them and dropping to the stone below and her ass is burning. He had been none too gentle and she’d felt every fierce strike of the damned weapon.

Damien admires the criss-crosses of her reddened ass and then grabs a paddle.

“Ready to talk?” he asks giving her a chance to stop the torture.

“I-I don’t know any-Ah!”

He beats down on her bruised ass with the paddle.

“I honestly… I honestly don’t…” she pants between his beatings. She feels like he’s going longer on them compared to the lashing; however he’s being just as ruthless as ever.

Damien runs his hand over her fiery ass. The skin almost glowing red, the heat radiating centimeters away from skin contact.

He flips the paddle onto the table and grasps her face upwards. She’d cried, he thought. The tear trails running down her cheeks, if he were human perhaps he could feel pity or guilt but neither emotion occurs to him-only the deep arousal of her breaking.

“Shall we try this again?”

“I’m not lying. I can’t lie. I’m an Angel,” rushes out Anna before he can pick up something else to beat her poor ass with.

“Maybe or maybe…” his hand slapped her pussy making her jolt and yelp, and he slicked his fingers over her wet pussy, “maybe you’re just Heaven’s dirty, little slut.”

“No. No,” moans Anna.

Damien seizes her face roughly.

“Tell me you’re kind’s weaknesses,” he demands eyes flashing with a hint of crimson in anger.

“I honestly don’t know!” hopelessly cries Anna tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Tears won’t help you, sweetheart. I don’t pity,” he sneers before letting go of her face.

He paces back behind her and rubs his hands over her cooling pink ass. Her cheeks tense under his grasp and to not put that fear to waste he embeds his fingers sharply into the generous amount of flesh and tries clenching his hand. He can feel the muscle in his hold being painfully stretched and judging by the screams from the Angel, it hurts.

“Your refusal to answer just means I’ll have to abuse this perfect, plump ass of yours,” states Damien bouncing the balls in his hands. She screams some more, panting when he lets go. Half crescent, red imprints are made from his fingernails, which although blunt have dug deep into her.

He picks up the cane swinging it through the air to increase her terror at what’s about to come. Then…without warning he swings it at her ass. Over the fading red, a brighter red’s formed from the cane.

“Please… Please… Stop…” sobs poor Anna as he swings another blow. She doesn’t want to scream or shriek or cry, but it’s…too much for her. Perhaps he is breaking her, she panics.

Damien grins hearing her pleas but to prove his ruthlessness he gives her a few more swipes before tracing the cane up her wet pussy lips. The cane easily slips through them and rubs against her sensitive areas.

The Angel’s screams turn to soft moans and as she does so, he finds another perfect way to break her. Placing the cane away he strokes her stomach. One hand clamps around her waist and draws her front close to him. The nipple clamps pressing at his hard torso and causing her a stronger sting. His other hand is stroking at her wet pussy lips.

“Such a whore,” he whispers to her, flicking his fingers at her enlarged clit.

Anna moans louder from his fingers, tears also slipping out as she feels floods of shame and disgrace pour through her.

“No, don’t. Please… please,don’t,” she begs trying to fight the arousal that’s storming her systems.

“Just give in; I already know you’re a little slut. You’re so dirty. You shouldn’t even be an Angel. I bet you constantly finger yourself.”

“No! No…No,” pants the girl, wide distraught eyes begging him. But while her lips and eyes are saying one thing her sweet, little body is saying something totally different. Her upper half’s practically swooned onto him and her hips are gyrating against his hand. He slips a finger in to have her back arch as she gasps loudly. He feels a gush of juices and chuckles in realizing the slut had already come.

“Yeah, you are filthy whore. What kind of Angel orgasms when a Demon fingers her?”

Anna sobs as the overwhelming pleasure dies in her. Then as a cloth smothers her face, she’s more than glad to succumb to the darkness.

Damien ties her up again, this time on the table. He kneels her along the width of it. The length perfect for what he wants. Her knees are tucked under her chest so her ass and holes are clearly sticking out on display, ready at his disposal. Her head is cushioned down with her arms tied horizontally across from her shoulders.

As the nipple clamps are taken off her, in a moment of kindness he knelt and sucks on her nipples to ease their pain. He pulled a red wax candle and decided to give her one last chance to reveal her kind’s secrets. Although, with the amount of fun he’s having, he doubts he really wants her to depart such information. It would just cut everything short and then he’ll have to immediately kill her. Such a shame too. So pretty.

Anna moans as she awakes again. She’s tied in the most awkward position and the cool cellar air she can feel only makes her more aware of her open holes. At least the clamps are off she notices with relief. Although her nipples are still a little sore.

“Finally,” sighs the Demon smoothing her hair over one of her outstretched arms and away from her face.

“I don’t know anything. I’m just a rookie guardian Angel. Please just let me go, please,” sobs Anna wishing he could just understand she knows nothing of Heaven’s strategies or weaknesses. Heck, she doesn’t even know her own weakness! She’s never had a need to.

“No. You’re not leaving until I get my answers. You must know something,” stubbornly retorts the Demon causing Anna to sob. Because of his refusal to accept her innocence she knows she’ll just be tortured until the end of time.

Damien lights the candle and waits for some of the wax to melt. As red pools of it forms, he drips it down the Angel’s spine. She cries from the burning down her back before feeling it cool instantly.

He then drips it over her warm ass, burning it some more. Hovering the flame above her pussy, he sees her squirm and whimper trying to get away but the bonds hold her tight.

“Tell me your kind’s weaknesses,” he demands slowly and in a tight low pitched voice.

“I-I don’t know-”

He sighs before she cut in again.

“But Uriel’s right hand man is Jason. He’s visiting Earth in a few days.”

Much to her relief the candle is taken away.

“That’s better. See, you did know something after all! Now because you’ve complied, I’m going to blow out this candle, for now. But if you become difficult at any point I’ll light it straight back up and drip red, hot wax all over your soaking wet pussy and then, I’ll whip off the wax with that leather whip you love so much.”

“No, no don’t, please, I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” responds Anna at his promise.

“We’ll see about that,” muses Damien picking up a butterfly clip vibrator attached to a belt.

He adjusts the belt around her hips and positions the vibrator to sit over her clit before switching the remote control to a low speed.

“Mm… what is that? What are you doing to me?…” moans Anna only making Damien increase the speed to a medium pace.

“Unless it’s more information about the Angel army’s weaknesses, I don’t want any damned words coming out your mouth,” growls Damien opening a container containing special ice-cubes. Unlike normal ones they have the increased ability to retain their solid form meaning that they have a much higher melting point than regular ice. So, storage inside the cool cellar is fine and the ice will not melt.

Damien places one over the Angel’s wax covers bottom and with one edge of it draws up to crack the wax off. It builds up on the top of her ass cheek before he scraped it onto the table.

Anna’s, sighs at the cooling sensation at her sore ass and moans at the pleasurable burning of her pussy. Her mind’s still scolding her for such disgrace but her body’s being a wanton slut and begging for more. Anna feels herself conflicted but then realizes that giving in is exactly what the Demon wants. He would have truly broken her if she actually starts enjoying sins like lust! She’s an Angel, not a human or Demon she mustn’t like it. She shouldn’t.

Damien flickers the remote to the highest setting sensing a resistance in his Angel. He then scraps the rest of the wax off her body before changing it to medium again and sliding his fingers into her pussy. A curious thought flashes through his mind; he wonders how Angel pussy would taste.

He knew Demoness’ pussy have a slight tinge of smokey-ness to them as of course, Demons are creatures of fire and molten. Surprisingly it’s a pleasant taste and Damien has no reason to complain but now a curiosity lies before him and he wants to indulge in it before it goes to waste.

“Oh! Oh my! Ah… D-on’t I can’t… I shouldn’t…” groans Anna feeling the lapping of a long, rough tongue at her pussy. For some reason it feels so good and as the tongue stabs at her pussy hole she feels her lower stomach and her vagina contract before releasing her second orgasm.

Damien straightens back up, flicking the remote on high to get her aroused again before flicking it off. He wipes the juices from around his lips and gave a twitch of his lips. So, that’s how an Angel’s pussy tastes-sweet, he muses. Perhaps he should have caught an Angel a long time ago, if only he had known they’d taste so good…And are so sensitive in all aspects. One jab into her little virgin hole and she’d shuddered like an earth-quake.

“That’s two orgasms you’ve had, slut. I think it’s time you repay the favor. Unless of course, you can give me valuable information on Archangel Michael.”

“M-Michael? But I’ve never even seen Michael! I don’t know-”

“Well then I guess you better put your mouth to better use than babbling a load of ‘I don’t know’s’ at simple questions!” growls the Demon picking up a crop and placing it down on the table at her left-side which is perpendicular to her eyes. She knows that forcing her to look closely at the shape and design of it’s meant to frighten her and despite her best efforts it does just that.

“Up here. Watch,” orders the Demon grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back upright before smoothing away her hair onto her back and then stripping out of his shirt. A shot of arousal goes through her seeing the deliciously tanned muscled pectorals. But surprisingly it’s all lean muscle. The sprinklings of his black chest hair actually lead down to his washboard abs and then further south into his pants. Anna forces her eyes shut at seeing the large bulge in the leather pants and causing disgraceful lust to coarse through her body.

Damien picks up the crop and lightly…well in his standards lightly, he beats it down on her sides, at her oblique’s where there’s fat to cushion the blow.

“I said watch,” he repeats.

Anna forces her eyes open and feels her breathing pick up as the Demon removes his shoes and shocks leaving him only his leather pants and underwear to go. Damien smirks before pulling down his pants and sliding them off completely. He wants to laugh at how wide the Angel’s eyes are, the bright blue orbs transfixed to his large, hard cock.

Anna remembers to breathe as she gulps. Everyone knows that Demon’s have the biggest dicks. Angels have the biggest breasts and Demon’s have large dicks. Anna has always thought people were exaggerating. Of course, the only dicks Anna had seen were when she accidentally saw a few Angel men bathing in the river. And they’d had tiny little worms between their legs.

It’s so that they can’t break another Angel’s hymen and thus virginity but she’d heard rumors that sometimes Angels in love would go to Earth and have anal sex instead. Apparently it’s seen as a loophole and the participated parties could still return to Heaven.

Anna has never considered it and truthfully she’s never thought about dicks until now. The Demon’s before her is such an exquisite one though, and pointing right at her, it’s hard for her to ignore it. It’s tanned with slight hues of red to match his inner self and it looks hard but also smooth, almost like it has a protective layer over it. The head of the dick’s oozing a clear liquid from the slit on top.

Anna looks up to the smirking Demon’s face, terrified by his new weapon of choice.

“Open,” instructs the Demon. Anna clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head. The Demon calmly grasps the crop beside her and gave a firm thwack on her ass. She clenches her ass at the searing pain but refuses to give in. Suddenly another hit came on the exact same position and try as she may she cannot help but scream from it. Damien seizes the opportunity of her gaping mouth to stick his dick in. He lets out a groan feeling his hard, smooth skin run across her tongue coating that side in saliva.

Anna struggles against her binds to try push the huge dick out of her mouth but it stays firmly in place. She then changes tactics and tries to bite down on it. Although, even that is useless because for some reason it doesn’t cause him any pain.

Damien chuckles feeling the Angel’s teeth clamp down on his dick. As if that can hurt him, he thinks. Demon’s dicks have a protective thin, translucent layer coating over it, that practically stops anything that could damage their precious organ. And they most certainly need the protection; Demoness’ aren’t ones to play softly.

“Struggling will only make it worse,” chirps the Demon pushing further into her mouth. His length goes only half way in her before he hits the back of her throat. She gags around his dick, struggling to gasp for air. A futile attempt with her mouth being covered but it’s a reflex action that can’t be helped.

Damien abruptly pulls back, letting the Angel gasp some air but before she closes her mouth he pushes himself in her.

Again she gasps for air and again he pulls out only to slam back into her. He does it a few more times before keeping his dick on her tongue and rubbing it back and forth between her lips.

“Use your tongue,” he grunts out, his voice husky with lust.

She refuses him, making no attempt to pleasure him.

Filling with rage at her defiance, the Demon thrashes the crop over her ass a few times before stopping as he feels her tongue flickering and twisting over his dick. Grunts escape him as he can feel himself getting closer. He grasps her head and pounds into her, not caring of her gagging or thrashing but only of his pleasure.

Suddenly with a loud groan from the Demon streams and streams of hot come shoot into Anna’s mouth. As it fills her mouth, a pinch at her nose means she has no choice but to quickly swallow up the shooting come if she wants to breathe. In her natural realm breathing is not necessary but down in Hell she’s weak. She can’t transform into her natural shimmering, light form and possesses no Angelic powers. Demons are superior in Hell but weak in Heaven. However on Earth both supernatural creatures are equals. She’s not in Heaven or Earth though, she painfully reminds herself whilst deeply breathing in air.

“You sure do swallow come quickly,” quietly chuckles her abuser. She suppresses the disgusted shudder as she feels him stroke her ass from behind her.

A cold, wet finger circles around her spread asshole. Anna bites on her lip to stop the small moans of pleasure. Suddenly that cold finger’s probing gently in and out of her hole, she tries clenching her muscles around it but the finger digs into her anyway causing pain, so she forces herself to relax her ass.

“You’re a clever little Angel slut aren’t you? That’s right it hurts less when you just accept it,” calls the Demon’s voice as he pushes another meaty, wet finger into her asshole.

Anna clamps down on her lip to stop the moan from escaping her lips. As the finger pumps in and out of her asshole, even Anna can’t deny the pleasure it’s bringing to her. The intrusive digit strokes at the walls of her tight anus and probing her pussy walls.

With the fingers pops out, a small whimper leaves her lips.

Damien lets out a short laugh of amusement. The little slut is actually liking this! Oh that won’t do… it won’t do at all.

“Beg me, slut. Beg me to fuck your ass,” commands Damien, grasping her head up as far as it would go.

“No. Never,” spits Anna clamping her jaw tight in defiance. She won’t stoop to that, she won’t. It’s bad enough, she’s actually starting to feel pleasure from his torturing and now, he wants her to beg for more! For the sin! No. She won’t.

“Fine, let’s see how you like this then,” sneers the Demon, grabbing an electric ass plug. Dropping her head back onto the table, he lubes the plug up with her own juices and circles the tip at her tiny, puckered asshole. As the thickest part of the cold, metal plug is twisted and eased into the snug cavern.

Anna fights through the pain of being stretched until it dulls into the back of her mind. A hot wave of… sensual pleasure wraps itself around her mind.

Damien, sees her enjoying it much too much, he can’t allow that. The wire coming out of the red butt plug connects directly to the small, rectangular remote control in his hand. Pressing the button closest to his hand, sends an electrical shock right through the wires and all the way up through to the butt plug. When Damien hears the surprised cry from his Angel, he knows that that current has just struck through her little asshole.

“Like that, sweetheart? No? Maybe this’ll make you come alive some more,” he maliciously smirks, taking up the electricity a notch up.

“Agh!” Cries Anna, panting after as she tries over-riding the last few tingles from the fiery shock of the electricity.

“What was that? You want more? Sure, why not?” bullies Damien.

“No..don’t..”

“Beg me, then. You know what you have to do…Until then, it’s only going to get more painful for you,” sings Damien, clicking for another shock.

“You… you… ah!… fine! Stick it in me,” cries Anna, angrily spitting out the last words.

“Ah-ah-ah!” he says wagging his finger and giving her ass a smack.

“Say the exact words.”

“Pl-please… Please do me in my… ass,” bites out Anna.

“Not good enough, darling. Say. The. Exact. Words.” Then just to encourage her, he gives her a small shock, teamed with another slap on her ass cheek.

“Please, fuck my ass,” grits out Anna disgusted by herself at the language she’s just used and by her request. She wishes she was stronger, had she been stronger, she could fight this and be winning but right now, she’s most definitely loosing.

Damien slowly brings out the butt plug and sets it down on the table. He hears the Angel sigh softly in relief and wonders why he can’t be more cruel to her. He should be. His father would be tearing her limb to limb to find answers right now; but Damien? Well, it’s pretty clear she doesn’t know anything and he can’t just kill her. Not yet anyway. Not before he’s got to truly experience her. She tempts him, brings out a wild passionate side to him actually. Her resistance just makes everything so much sweeter for him. See with Demoness’ they may put up a faux-resistance but pretty soon it slips and they’re begging him to fuck them hard, to do anything he wants to them. His Angel on the other-hand…

Damien grimaces at his thoughts whilst stroking the precum juices all over his dick. There’s no point even trying to lube the bottom half of his rod since that ass will never be able to fit his huge dick in. Her pussy, maybe but if he tries with her ass, he’ll probably tear her apart. And right now he doesn’t want that. There’s still so much he wants to do to her and he needs her holes nice and healthy.

As he pushes the mushroom head of his dick in, he can immediately feel her hole constricting tightly around him. Her muscles clenching and unclenching around him and providing great pleasure for him.

Anna faintly hears the low moan from the Demon too focused on trying to not think of the intrusion. She can feel her ass stretched and tries not to worry about that only being the head of his dick.

As he pushes further in, he can see her body acting accordingly to her pants-her abdominals pulling in and pushing out, her back jolting slightly and her breathes echoing around the walls.

Damien pushes further still in only to have a scream cry out.

“No more…You have to stop..It won’t-it won’t go any further in, please,” screams Anna.

Damien gazes down to see her ass having taken a little more than half of his dick. Something which he must say he’s impressed by. No virgin asshole has ever done that and for that reason a reward or at least some sort of pleasure seems in order for the woman.

Coiling one of his hands around her side, he has his fingers grind at the Angel’s clit, while he rocks gently against her.

Anna can’t help the small mewls of pleasure she feels. The slowly pumping dick in her ass teamed with the stimulation of her pussy has her starting to already build her orgasm.

Damien starts pulling out further and slamming back in harder. He watches his large dick pulsing in and out of the stretched ass and that along with the sheer tightness has him on the start of his orgasm.

He grasps her ass and starts pounding faster. The speed and force has Anna lurching forwards and backwards.

“Oh yeah…Fuck…Such a tight little hole…” mumbles Damien incoherently.

All Anna can do is surrender over to her lust filled mind, which has her moaning and groaning her pleasure while her body is in a hot frenzy. She feels herself about to come but the slap on her ass check pulls her out of it slightly.

“Don’t you dare come before me!” cries the Demon pumping furiously into her tiny ass now. Anna’s hand claws at the table and she clenches her body to try stop coming. She doesn’t dare to think what he’d do to her if she does and with everything that he’s already done to her, she can only guess that he’d abuse her ass some more and frankly, she can’t take more of that yet.

Anna can feel the dick inside her enlarge before it shoots hot liquid inside ass. The feeling erotic enough to push her over the edge and come.

Damien clauses his hands over her sticky, wet pussy lips and knows that she’s come which is fine since he had come before her. As the last loads of come fill her ass, he pulls his dick slowly out of her ass, loving the way strands of his white, sperm stretched out.

He grabs her ass cheeks and stretches them out as far they could go, to revel in the sight of her asshole filled with his come. Dirty whore.

As Damien makes his way over to face her, Anna glances up to see what more he’ll do to her. That is before killing her. Perhaps this is it. Perhaps she can finally rest now.

“Oh no need to be afraid, pet, there’s just one more thing I’m going to take from you,” explains the Demon.

Anna grows confused but already he’s knocked her out again.

As Damien ties her arms high above her head, he feels an ounce of despair that after this he won’t have his lovely slut again. She’ll be dead. But there must be another way he can keep her! Perhaps as his sex slave? That would be fun, he smiles. Then he can use her whenever he wants. He can do all sorts to her.

As Anna grows into consciousness she finds herself strapped down to the table again but this time on her back. Her arms are tied diagonally above her head, her feet tied to either edge of the table and the rope from her knees to the edge of the table means she can’t shut her legs. They lie wide open and exposing her pussy. Her pink breasts are also heavy and open for his pleasure, her nipples still hard from arousal.

“No point struggling, darling, those ropes aren’t breaking anytime soon,” sings Damien as she tilts her body back and forth in struggle. Her thresholds cease instantly as she feels him run his hands up and down the insides of her thighs. Fear prickles in her when a fingers brushes at her bare pussy lips.

“You know it’s been so long since I’ve had a virgin whore at my mercy,” comments Damien.

“No…Please, no,” begs Anna in panic. Anything but her purity. If ever she were to escape him, she wouldn’t be able to return back home. A defiled Angel is nothing but a fallen one. Her light will go out, no longer will she contain her same righteous morals or ideas. No longer will her wings be pure and white as snow, they will turn black with betrayal and doom.

“I’m doing you a favor. You were clearly not meant to be an Angel, pet,” whispers Damien to her, his fingers fiddling with her clit. He wants her. He will have her. She is his and for his service. But first he has to break her. Break those ridiculous morals and boundaries.

“Don’t. Don’t do this. Please, just kill me, if you must. Torture me, whatever. Just not this,” pleads Anna, gasping through the lust he’s swirling in her from his talented fingers.

“Shh…The sooner you accept this the better it will be for you,” advices the Demon, rubbing his long, thick dick over her lips and coating them in her juices. He teases her pussy lips, causing her to whimper out in angst and squeeze her eyes shut. A hard slap comes at her inner left thigh, making her eyes pop open to meet dark black, determined eyes with swirls of crimson in.

“Look at me. You close your eyes and I will drive my dick into you so hard, you’ll faint. Understand?” commands the Demon. Anna clamps her jaw tight and nods, horror filled eyes staring straight into him.

Gently, he parts her pussy lips and forces himself in. His tip prods at her virginity provoking a sob of pain from her.

“You’re mine now,” he huskily mutters to her, eyes locking with possession, as he plunges his hips forwards.

A sharp cry of agony rings out through the room, echoing off the stone walls and fading into silence.

Damien rocks forwards slightly, choosing to ignore the tears falling from the corners of the Angel’s eyes. Yet her electric blue eyes remain fixed on his, even as the drops run down the corner of her eyes. He clutches to her hips and starts thrusting in and out of the defiled hole; the tightness of her wet pussy walls, clinging onto his dick surging pleasure through him.

As much as Anna tries to fight it, the lust wraps itself around her whole self, causing her to ignore the atrocity that’s happened and the consequences due to it. She stares at him with hurt, trying to cause some kind of remorse in him. However there is none, all he does is thrust deeper and faster in her. His huge dick stretching her to her limits and going so deep in her, it feels like he’s almost ripping her in half.

“Don’t tell me…you don’t like this,” pants the Demon as he hammers into her.

Anna doesn’t respond to that, but despite her mind’s protest she can’t help not respond to his actions on her body. Her pussy clenches onto his dick in the starts of an orgasm, as she moans louder and louder.

“That’s it come on…come,” demands Damien desperately pumping into her to gain his release.

Anna gasps trying to gain vital air as her body clenches and her pussy suddenly convulses in orgasm.

Damien groans in pure pleasure as he shoots hot spurts of come into her. Slowly he pulls out with a moan as her pussy reluctantly allows to dick to slide out. White come glistens on her lips mixed with her own orgasm juices. He bends down, suckling on her engrossed clit, before kissing up her stomach. His tongue dips into her belly button and he climbs onto the table, straddling her so he can kiss up her body. He licks over both her swollen nipples before kissing up her throat.

Anna gulps and stills her stiff body to his actions. There’s nothing worse he can do to her now, so she may as well just accept it. He’s done it, he’s broken her.

Damien finally latches onto her lips, pulling her into a one-sided kiss. Pecking her lips he pulls back and smirks at her.

“Will you kill me now?” breathes Anna, hoping he’s done with her now. He’s taken everything she has. He should just let her go now.

Damien lets out a short chortle and shakes his head.

“Far from it.”

THE END