She hasn't seen Azazel have an orgasm yet

"I distinctly remember that when you walked in on me, I was involved in PRIVATE activities!" Judgement yelled the word with ironically immense volume. "You're not off the hook until you've experienced the same!"

"Oh sweet lord in heaven..." Azazel droned the words quietly with a nervous smile as she watched Judgement pick up the portable massage tool, the use of which was very different than the full-sized Sin Machine. "You're going to use that on me...?" The angel had a look on her face as though she desperately wished she had her notepad right now to make record of this situation.

Surprisingly, Judgement hesitated... she tapped one clawed finger up and down upon her chin, looking at the toy through squinted, white eyes. This really was sort of her personal device... Using it on another girl somehow felt even lewder than the rest of her premise up to this point. Plus... if that was a punishment, then what was she doing to herself all the time? Was she going to admit she had a masochistic streak? NEVEEER!

Instead, she clicked her fingers, forming a sort of shibari bondage of chains around Azazel's body that replaced the thick original ones with more links. The suit of chains wrapped around her back and both shoulders, squeezed the breasts, bound the hands and legs, but most importantly, ran between her legs to rub against the angel's exposed pussy. "I have OTHER MEANS of dealing with a sinner like you!"

The angel's thighs were pressed together and she was technically more covered than she had been a minute ago, but she sensed that was going to end up being small comfort. "A-An angel being put into bondage my a demon like this! That's... pretty saucy...!" Her eyes looked excited rather than frightened.

"SAUCY? YOU'RE SAYING THIS PUNISHMENT, DESIGNATED BY HELL'S HIGH PROSECUTOR, IS 'SAUCY?!'" Judgement began to slip back on her shorts as she questioned Azazel's words, perhaps suddenly realizing that her own pantslessness made this more erotic than she'd intended. In fact... Azazel was still smiling after all of this. It was almost like she was enjoying the punishment... "Hm. Do people actually enjoy this?"

"Oh, yes, most definitely. I mean... You wrap yourself up sometimes, so I just sort of thought... you know... you were also into it?"

"Huh..." Judgement's eyes narrowed, as if a new thought had occurred to her. "WAIT! NO! I, THE HIGH PROSECUTOR OF HELL! I AM NOT INTO BEING TIED UP!" To silence any further investigation of her own kinks, Judgement clicked her fingers, causing the linked chains all around Azazel's body to begin moving in unison with quick, clockwise motion, causing them to grind against all of the covered surfaces.

"Ooowooooo!" The angel indignantly cried out and squirmed on the floor as her pussy was rattled by the snaking, bumpy surface of the makeshift bondage suit.

As Azazel continued to wail in protest, Judgement crossed her arms, still blushing hard at the thought the angel had put into her head. "That can't be right... I'm not into anything. But if I was, it would be tying other people up, not being tied up myself!" She spoke the words out loud, seeming ignorant of Azazel's presence in the room, despite the loud noises the girl was making. With an upset frown, she remembered to the time she'd tried to capture the Helltaker... What if it had been the other way around? What if he was the one tying her up? What would that have been like?

The thought was making her hot... with rage! hot with uncontrollable rage! "I'LL PROVE TO MYSELF THAT I'M NOT A FREAK LIKE AZAZEL!" The other girl didn't protest that label, as she was currently busy making erotic cries of ecstasy and writhing on the laundry room floor.

There were a lot of ways to approach this, of course. Should she find the other perpetrators or the Helltaker first? And beyond that, should she keep tying people up like she was most comfortable with... or maybe, if she tried being bound herself, she could prove that she had no special feelings for it one way or the other? With her shorts newly replaced upon her shapely legs, the High Prosecutor walked out and left the angel squirming on the floor, forgetting entirely to release the chains she'd made earlier.