A Different Side of Angel

After the initial shock of seeing her with another girl subsided, Mandy felt a second pang of confusion. Angel had come back dressed black leather. A lot of black leather. A black leather jacket. A black leater bustier. Leather heels. Everything.

There was something else about her too. A different energy.

"It seems that we've made it back home now, doesn't it, slut." Angel half purred.

"Yes, M'am." The other girl breathed.

Then, came a sudden burst of movement. Angel a hand on the other girl's neck and was pushing her body against the door. The other girl let you a long breathy moan, but seemed unwilling or incapable of resistance.

Mandy blinked twice.

"And what did I say would happen when we got home?" Angel continued.

"That I'd be your bitch..."

Angel's other hands went down to the girl's waist band and started working their way inside. Her eyes fluttered close and breathy gasps rasped from her lips.

"That's right. It's time to use you for..." Angel's voice lowered to a hoarse whisper, directed only to the squirming girl in her hands. Mandy strained against the door to hear.

The other girl didn't have much of a response. At least not in words. Instead she answered with a series of low groans and whimpers. They grew more frequent and **** the longer that Angel's hand was in her panties.

Mandy leaned backwards in her hiding space. Her head was swimming.

"I bet you don't even know how wet you really are..." Angel giggled in her low voice. "...Though, I think there is a way to show you..."

Her hand slid out of the girls panties, eliciting a groan. She clearly had not cum yet. But, not to worry because Angel's fingers would soon be inside her again. Only, it was because Angel **** her damp fingers into the girl's mouth. She gagged but offered little resistant.

"Now that we've gotten some of the foreplay out of the way..." She pulled her hands from the girls mouth...only to **** her towards the bed. "On the bed. Now bitch."

Despite the treatment, the girl didn't resist or fight back. She was being treated like a toy and all she would do was moan and obey. Mandy didn't get it.

She followed Angel's order and laid back on the bed. Angel took the opportunity to saddle her, sitting atop her belly. When Angel produced a pair of police grade handcuffs, the girl raised her arms. Click click. Angel used the bars on her headboard to lock her to the top of the bed.

Mandy's jaw dropped slightly. What was she watching...?

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