Yes, She Does

The fallen angel looked at her new Mistress with lust and devotion in her eyes, then demurely turned her gaze to the ground as she slowly, sensuously crawled on all fours toward her.

Danya smirked, knowing that not long before, the wanton harlot wiggling her ass so seductively was a pure, innocent angel of God. She also knew that her standing with the Mistress had increased notably given how successful she had been in her not-inconsequential task.

Illore, who had been seething in the shadows, could take no more. "Stop!" she shouted, causing the angel-whore to freeze in place. Both Danya and the Mistress looked at Illore as the demoness strode purposefully into the room. But while Danya looked on with curiosity, the Mistress' face bore a much more dangerous, mencing vizage.

"I can take no more, Mistress!" Illore declared. "How do we know Danya was not in league with this supposed angel? How can we be sure that the angel isn't just waiting to get close to you so that she can slay you?"

A raised eyebrow was all the answer the Mistress gave. "I don't TRUST her, Mistress!" Illore pleaded. Danya thought it was more than a little pathetic, the way Illore was shamelessly trying to discredit her, but was still unsure enough of her place in this world to argue her case before the Mistress just yet.

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment, the Mistress' raised eyebrow still the only response. Danya and Laere held their places as well, waiting to see what would happen. Finally the Mistress' eyebrow lowered and then both her eyelids shrunk as her look became one of anger. Still her voice was so quiet it almost could not be heard when she addressed Illore.

"How dare you, ****?" she asked. At the word "****" Illore shrunk back as if struck. "At least this new one knows her place, knows when to keep her mouth SHUT," the Mistress glowered, one perfectly manicured fingernail pointing at Danya. "Do you think so little of me that I could be fooled by a new minor demoness and an angel? Do you think my powers so weak that even if I was fooled that they would pose the slightest bit of risk to me?"

"N... No, Mistress..." Illore stammered, her anger melted away and replaced by an icy fright coursing through her veins. Suddenly the Mistress turned her piercing gaze back at the fallen angel paused on the floor. "And I don't remember telling YOU to STOP, you little fucking bitch!" With that, Laere fell fully to the floor, gasping in obvious agony so severe that she couldn't even scream. Somehow Danya sensed the magic her Mistress had used. Almost without thinking, she added it to her own repetoire--causing such anguish with only a thought would be a powerful weapon indeed.

Then the Mistress' icy eyes turned to bore directly into Danya's own black orbs of evil. "Ahhh, you ARE a fast learner, aren't you little one?"

"Yes, Mistress," Danya answered without lowering her gaze.

"Perhaps you'd like to try out your new trick on my newest ****, here," she asked, indicating Illore. "Or would you rather have this succubus-in-training fuck her senseless?" she asked, pointing with the toe of one patent leather boot at the fallen angel still writhing in agony on the floor.

Danya DID want to try out her new powers, and to see if she could conjure up any more. And nothing would please her more than to see that bitch Illore suffer at her hand. But she looked with pity on the angel she had so recently corrupted. If Danya graciously allowed her to feed on Illore's sexual energy then she would owe Danya a very large debt of gratitude indeed.

The wicked smirk that now seemed so natural on Danya's face again crept onto it.