Her Hell, Day 2

The next morning you returned to visit your prize again. To your surprise, very little had changed since you saw the room last. Infact, nothing had changed at all. Doe was still lying on the bed, as if you hadn't even released her restraints. Her legs were still bent as if you had just left her body a minute ago. Her ripped clothing was scattered around her and on the floor where you had thrown it, modesty apparently no longer a concern. You did notice that her hair and wings had grown a bit darker. Well, not darker; it was more like the white and gold had been drained out of them and been replaced with a faded, duller grey. The only sign that time had passed was the rust-colored stain running down her ass from your dried cum mixed with her blood.

As you enter the room, your first thought was that maybe you had fucked her to ****, but then you noticed that her chest still rose and fell. Your eyes linger on her breasts a moment before checking her face, which was staring, unblinking at the ceiling. Your clothes are stripped as you near the bed.

You approach her, with her body eliciting the expected consequences from your own. A hand stokes her inner thigh, and produces no response. You gently shift between her legs for the second time in as many days, lining your cock up for penetration. She didn't appear to have noticed that you entered the room.

With one swift motion you were, again, balls-deep in your divine captive. With a mix between a grunt and a groan, Doe throws her head back, and simultaneously wraps her legs around your thighs. You grin at finally getting a reaction out of her, and start thrusting. Your speed is neither slow nor fast, but your entire length is withdrawn on every stroke, to be slammed home a second later. Doe appears to be coming out of her stupor; her hands are clutching at bedsheets, and her breathing is hitched with every thrust you make. Her whimpers and gasps are like music to your ears. It is a beautiful sound to hear one once so high and mighty being brought down to her basest impulses.

You are just starting to pick up speed, when you feel a change in the woman beneath you. She momentarily stops breathing, while simultaneously clenching her entire lower body around you. Just as suddenly as she clenched, she releases her breath into a throaty moan, and starts quivering with her entire body. Her wings struggle left and right, while her hands clench even tighter into the bed. You weren't even close to finishing, so you continue to ride her through her orgasm into another. Once her first time through is slowing down, she releases her grasp on the sheets, and locks her arms around your back, holding on as if for her life. This has the added consequence of squeezing her breasts into yours. Her second orgasm is even more delicious than the first, as you can feel her entire body squirming against yours, while all the wonderful sounds she made were being directed right into your ear.

Just as she was about to reach her third orgasm, your body had had enough. With one final stroke, you buried yourself to the hilt, and released your load deep into her welcoming cavity. You had enough sense of mind to help her go over the edge one more time, and with her final climax, her wings snapped close around you, surrounding your upper body completely with her own.

You decided to rest on her soft and welcoming body a bit longer before getting your day truly started. Once you felt that you had dawdled long enough, you move to withdraw yourself from Doe. To your great surprise, she resists your movements, holding onto you for dear life.

"Please don't leave just yet Mistress," she pleads with you. You can see tears starting to form in her eyes.