Laera by Herself

Danya found that she was quite annoyed by the silver-haired girl's haughty attitude. Yes, she would be a powerful ally and until she understood more about the power structure she was becoming part of she couldn't afford to alienate her, but she also knew that the Mistress had commanded HER to **** the angel. She figured that Illore's rune-covered bracelets would keep her prey bound, but otherwise Illore would be a spectator to this debauchery.

Danya also realized that the very idea of corrupting an angel, a paragon of virtue and purity, turned her on immensely. She looked down with contempt at the white-winged beauty cowering on the bed. In response to the angel's pleading, innocent eyes Danya bored into the helpless girl a gaze of disdain, hatred, and anticipation.

"Don't do this, please!" begged the bound angel. "It's not too late for you; together we can defeat Illore!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Danya roared. As her anger crested, she instinctively waved her hand in the air and a red rubber ball gag materialzed around Laera's face, stifling further protests. Illore raised an eyebrow, unaware that the she-devil had such power.

Danya held her hand palm-up and wiggled her fingers for a moment, then a wicked-looking leather flogger appeared in her hand. "Excellent," she cooed, drinking in the fear that intensified in the eyes of her prey. She whipped the leather strands through the air, hitting Laera's bare thigh with a loud thwack. The angel's body arched up from the bed and she moaned into her gag, her eyes closing from the pain. As Danya continued raining more blows between the angel's spread legs, she had another idea, waved her empty hand in the air, and created a blindfold that prevented Laera from seeing anything.

Now the she-devil began whipping the angel in earnest. She varied the timing and intensity of her blows, never letting the bound girl be able to anticipate what was coming next. Tears stremed down her face and her voice was hoarse from screaming into the ballgag. Red welts appeared then quickly healed, the creature of God's recuperative abilities far beyond those of a mere human's. Danya smacked the helpless girl's breasts, stomach, thighs, and even her face over and over again. She also noticed with some satisfaction that Illore was furiously masturbating, deriving intense erotic pleasure from watching the angel be so abused.

Danya turned the flogger around in her hand, revealing that the handle was in fact an enormous dildo. Without warning, she rammed it as hard as she could into the angel's exposed pussy. This caused the most violent bucking on the bed yet, but after Danya removed the dildo she found the entire shaft slick with pussy juices. "You little pain-slut!" she exclaimed. "You're getting off on this!"

Laera weakly shook her head from side to side, but Danya knew she had her. With another wave of her hand the ballgag and blindfold evaporated. "Do you want to be fucked?" she asked the helpless angel in a sultry voice. "Do you want to feel my demonic ****, little angel?"

The bound girl looked up helplessly and weakly muttered, "No." Danya rammed the dildo home again, causing the angel to squeal and thrust her hips in the air. Then she pulled it out and the girl squeaked with disappointment.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Danya commanded. The angel started to cry again but didn't respond. "Beg me to **** your body." Danya stuffed the girl's eager cunt once again, but this time left the dildo inside. With a mental command she made it start to vibrate, and the angel's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned helplessly. "Just debase yourself, give yourself to me, and I'll make you feel like this always." After a moment she withdrew the dildo slowly, so slowly that she knew the angel could feel every bump and vein of the artificial cock as it slid out. The angel moaned, "Ohhhhh," and looked at Danya with desperation.

"Please," she whispered, and Danya began to grin wickedly. "Please what, my little fucking slut?"

"PLEASE!" Laere managed, but Danya quickly flipped the flogger around and whipped the girl across the breasts. "BEG ME, BITCH!" she ordered, and the angel broke.

"Please fuck me! Please use my body and take me any way you want! Dear God help me but I want to get **** by you and feel your pleasure forever!"

Danya stuffed the dildo, still sopping wet with the angel's juices, into the angel's virgin asshole. Then she willed an equally impressive cock to grow from her perverted pussy. As she approached the bound girl, she said in a menacing voice, "God will never help you again, little girl..."

The **** itself was animalistic and primal. The leather straps of the flogger hung from the angel's asshole and flapped around as Danya pounded her abused pussy. The girls swore at each other and set up a fantic rhythm, their bodies slapping against each other furiously. As the angel gave in to her corruption, the wicked runes on the bracelets no longer held her in place and she was able to wrap her legs around her inhuman **** and use her hands to massage the devil girl's heaving tits. Both girls came repeatedly, and each time Danya sent her evil spunk into the previously pious girl's snatch it corrupted another part of her soul. They rutted in a series of positions, each more perverse than the last. As Danya was slamming into her from behind, Laera on her hands and knees like a porn star, her wings crumpled and fell off. She looked over her shoulder with lust in her now-black eyes, licked her lips, and sent Danya into her most intense orgasm yet.

Eventually the girls came back to reality, their sweat-soaked bodies still intertwined. A portal opened in the room, then moved to absorb all three women. They found themselves instantly in the Mistress' chambers.

"Very well done, Danya. I am very impressed with your skills and your powers."

"Thank you, Mistress," cooed Danya, as Illore seethed in the corner.

"And now, **** Laera, crawl to me and demonstrate your subservience..."