Sin and Brimstone

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Dreamingofmyex))

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IC Ana'akashka

Before the Fall

Ana laughed as she soared through the clouds of heaven. She loved to feel the wind rushing over her face, blowing her dark locks behind her over the ever-glowing halo hovering over her head. She loved to dance in the sky, her spread white wings giving her a grace and agility few of the heavenly host could match. She loved this life. She loved playing and having fun with the other angels of the host, especially Andela. The two were close, even among her kind. She enjoyed teasing his thoughtful straight-forward and serious demeanor. She enjoyed playing with him up here in the skies of their home.

Now he was chasing her, but she had deliberately flew into this cloud bank and looped upward higher into it. She was certain Andela had no idea she was behind him now. And sure enough he emerged out of the cloud below her searching the skies for where she was. Holding back a mischievous giggle Ana tucked her wings and dove down straight for him. He had no idea she had turned the hunter into the hunted. The look on his face when she caught him would be priceless.

She opened her wings to pull up right over him. He was just now realizing she was above him. Just as he was turning his head to look above she reached out putting hands on his shoulders and giggled. "I've caught you again, Andela."

Andela protested that he was the one supposed to be chasing her, not the other way around, but that just made Ana giggle harder. She loved playing with Andela. She loved Andela. However, below in the ever-blossoming Elysian fields of heaven was a dark splotch and in the center was someone. Curious she began to circle down to them with Andela close behind. Whoever it was was bent over on his knees face in hands and it looks like his pristine white feathers were turning ashen and then black before falling from his wings to land of the ground around him. It wasn't long before she realized who it was.

"Lucifer," She called out to him, "Is something wrong?"

Lucifer lifted his head looking up at them, and Ana could see he'd been weeping, but his tears were tears of blood. "His new creations in eden...he loves them more than us."


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IC: Ana'akashka

The Battlefield

It had taken Ana a while to convince her leader, Lucifer the fallen, to give her plan a try, but the enemy was pressing forward hard. None of his warriors could stop the Old Narcissist's champion. So, in the end he relented. She spread her bat-like wings and flew across the plane of Limbo to the constantly shifting field of battle.

Once there she took charge of the lesser demons and imps of their forward base camp. The enemy's champion had been a constant torment to the lot of them defeating and even vanquishing several of them. Her plan would work.

She sent the imps first at him, wave after wave of them. Imps were small, not very bright, and easily slain. She spaced out the assaults to let the enemy's champion to slaughter them but giving him no relief between attacks. Then came the pride and wrath demons, the muscle of their forces. The enemy champion had more of a fight on his hand to defeat so many again and again. Again, Ana had spaced out each assault upon the enemy champion to give him no chance to catch his breath, and by the time he was slaying the last of her Wrath demons she stepped foot before.

From the veil of her robe Ana watched him. He was magnificent as always, every move despite the fatigue he must be feeling was crisp and without wasted effort. Ana's lips smirked as she watched him behead the last of her demons. "Very good." She purred as he spun around to face her next.

Looking at him as his sword and armor were splattered and drenched in the blood and ichor of her soldiers. She could see him panting from his lengthy exertions. She continued stepping forward towards him unconcerned over the sword he held at the ready to decapitate her next. "I see that you're a very impressive warrior now."

She met him eye to eye, "I've changed too." With that she undid the clasp holding her robe together. It slid down her body revealing her to his eyes. Unlike him she wore no armor, or anything at all. He could see everything. Her spade-tipped tail and the bat-like wings that had replaced her feathered ones and the curling black horns from her head that had replaced the halo he'd seen her carry last. She was naked in all her profane and debaucherous beauty before him. She let him get an eyeful before lashing out with the onyx dagger she held in her hand. He dodged it, and reflexively swung out with his bloody sword. He was tired and she was not. Ana easily ducked beneath his swing and nicked his arm with her blade as she stepped up against laughing as she always had when she had played with him before.

As the poison surged through his veins she blew him a kiss. He staggered back shakily. The poison wouldn't kill him, but it was potent enough that it would render him unconscious in moments. She stood over him as his vision started to go black and giggled. "I've caught you again, Andela."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The Creator had no reason (so far as Andela knew) for creating the angels male and female, yet He did. Most of the other beings to whom He gave life were either male or female, except for the most simple beings - and angels were definitely not simple beings. Yet, angels were not meant to procreate. Michael once told him that God had his reasons, and reminded him that His ways were not to be questioned. Then the Archangel confided in Andela that someday the angels would be expected to "relate" to males and females of a species - for the purpose of ministering to their needs.

Andela had noted that the males were bigger, stronger, more physically capable while the females were smaller, and more nurturing. He'd even had to suppress inappropriate thoughts about certain female angels with whom he fellowshipped from time to time, but suppressing inappropriate thoughts was easy in the presence of the Most High - the holy God who created and loved them.

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"He's so beautiful" Sari quipped as Lucifer glided past to destination unknown.

"Yes" Andela admitted, "But the Creator made him that way. So if you're going to admire his beauty - don't attribute to anything he's done, but honor our Father who made him so."

"Jealous?" said another female patting Andela on the head as she whizzed past them, "Catch me if you can...." she called back to him over her shoulder, and like a tightly wound spring Andela took off after her. No matter the head start, very few angels, male or female, could outfly Andela. "You better fly fast Calli, if I catch you I'm plucking your feathers and using them for a bed." He easily anticipated her moves and as Calli cut right then left in a lightening fast move, Andela was already there waiting for her.

Almost immediately, Ana flew past daring him to give chase. Now there was a challenge for him - one he'd lost more times than he'd won. If he didn't enjoy her company so much (and wasn't concerned that others would think he was afraid of the challenge) he might have declined the chase. But of course he didn't, and of course Ana outsmarted him again.

"Hey, you weren't supposed to do that! That wasn't the challen..." but her giggling drown him out. Then he noticed she was distracted by something.

Lucifer.

Why is it always Lucifer? "What's he got that I haven't...." Andela caught himself thinking, but quickly realized that jealousy was not an appropriate attitude. Then when he noticed the "beautiful" angel's colors were changing, he grew worried. Concerned. Nothing like this has ever happened before. At that point the jealousy went away and he was moved only by concern for his fellow angel. And for Ana.

"I .. I'll go get Michael. He'll know what to do." (he hoped) And then there was concern for Ana. Not knowing what was happening, was it safe for Ana to be that close to Lucifer?

"Come, Ana" he said, taking her by the hand. "Let's go find Michael." Andela wasn't going to leave her alone with Lucifer.

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(OOC)

Apparently my post was too long and has to be divided into two posts. I doubt they'll be this long in the future.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

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The battlefield:

Demonic activity over such a huge area, spread out in what was seemingly a random chaotic order, Andela flew rapidly from one position to another to check on his troops and keep abreast of their progress of his army. The general was pleased. Demons seemed to be retreating everywhere, as if their "offensive" was some huge desperate move and no strategic thinking had gone into the operation at all. Andela was now a general over several angelic hosts and (while not given to pride) was celebrated in Heaven as perhaps the greatest strategist as well as the greatest warrior. He'd slain thousands - though he was quick to point out most of them were lesser demons and anyone could have done the same. Everyone knew, though, that they hadn't all been worthless minions. He'd defeated three of Hell's greatest demon lords in single combat, and perhaps a dozen of their generals.

As the hoards of Hell retreated further in every direction, Andela had farther and farther to fly to check on his troops' progress. His suspicions started to take root only a moment before the trap was sprung. As his own troops were spread out and focused on the chase, another hoard of demons was able to pass through their lines to congregate in an area through which Andela would be passing, alone.

It was the most brilliant move he'd ever seen the Enemy try - and it was very likely to work. Andela would be dead before the end of the day, but his body would be lay among hundreds of his slain enemy. Someone else would then take his place, one of the newer generals he'd been grooming to take his place in the event it was needed. For his death to mean anything, though, his successor would have to see how the trap had been devised. Andela was determined to leave too many dead demons for them to carry away.

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The battle had gone on for hours it seemed. Lesser demons charging after him in packs of thirteen. Andela wondered why they didn't finish him off quickly, and thought there could be some deviouis game at play - as if the one killing him would receive some great (or greatly perverted) reward. When they were all dispatched, then came the larger mightier warrior demons in packs of six - a much more formidible challenge but one Andela survived, even as he grew tired and had to work harder just to keep a grip on his sword. By the time the last of them fell, Andela was gasping for breath and had received two blows to the head and numerous superficial slashes to exposed parts of his body.

Next came three generals, one at a time. They'd been casting lots to determine which one got the opportunity to attack him first. Andela recognized them, but couldn't remember their names.

The first had been overconfident, believing Andela too tired to put up any serious resistance. When the demon general thrust his sword at the angel's chest, Andela simply spun to the side and put his own through the demon's ribs and into his black heart.

Andela then pretended to be more tired than he was (if it was even possible to BE more tired than he was) and with an look of utter despair, dropped to his knees in front of the second general. Then with all his might, as the demon general looked down on him laughing, Andela thrust his sword up through the demon's groin and into his chest, rolling away before the demon could deliver the coup de grace.

Now he was without a sword as the third general approached. The demon should have learned something from watching his other two comrades die, but apparently didn't. Supremely confident he would be the one to win all the glory associated with dispatching the great and mighty Andela, the demon general decided to toy with his victim. Stabbing the defenseless angel first in one arm, then the other, then going for his legs. As Andela lay there helpless, the demon general bent down to pluck a feather. His last act before dying was to release his grip on the angel's wing as a dagger was thrust through an eye socket and into his evil demonic brain.

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OOC:
(Alright, part 2 of 3?)

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The battle rages on:

Then there was Zanzorath, the last remaining warrior demon - but not a mere general. He was one of Hell's most powerful Lords. Andela certainly remembered his name, and his laughter. And there was another - a clocked figure who looked tiny compared to the warrior. A female? Neither angels nor demons ever allowed females near the site of an anticipated battle. In Heaven, female angels were there for aesthetics and to fill out the choir, and as nurturers. Should Andela survive this battle and make it home, females would nurse him back to health. And in Hell, or so the legends go, the females are there only to be used for sexual perversions.

It often pained Andela to think of the female angels he had known and loved as sisters who were now in Hell being used in such a fashion. He had always maintained that few, if any, of the females would have willingly sided with Lucifer - that they were taken by force against their will when he and his followers left Heaven. That anger would often be useful to him in battle.

Perhaps ... if he defeated Zanzorath and survived, then he could return this female to Heaven where she could be purified and redeemed, the first of her kind to do so. But first, he had to defeat Zanzorath.

His own sword still in the chest of a fallen general, Andela had plenty to choose from on the ground at his feet. He took hold of one in each hand and slowly struggled to stand as he heard the demon lord boast to the female that he wouldn't let pride or overconfidence affect him as it had "those three idiots" they'd just seen slain. He approached the wounded angel and began slashing. The blows were fast and hard and continuous and had Andela not has two swords to parry the blows he no doubt would have been killed. But the demon swords, while crude in many ways, were sharp. Sharp as razors. As soon as Andela was driven to his knees again he made his one last all-or-nothing move - turning a somersault between the giant demon lord's feet and spinning around to slice off both legs at the knees before plunging both swords into the back of his chest. Right between those two huge black leathery wings. But the demon lord wasn't dead yet. Cursing loudly and using one hand to prop himself up, flapping huge black wings to steady himself and still gripping his sword, the black-hearted monster dared the angel to come closer.

Feeling his strength renewed (in his mind, but not his body) Andela pulled his own sword from the demon general's thorax and obliged the profane demon lord. A minute later the demon was disarmed and with what remained of his strength, the angelic general swung his sword at the demon's neck, decapitating him. Andela survived. Just barely.

And there was the female. He would redeem her. The forces of Hell might never recover from a moral victory such as this one.

But ... he'd only speculated about the fate of the females. He didn't know. Perhaps they had followed Lucifer voluntarily. Perhaps they were more than sex slaves. This one -- she could be a threat. If so, she shouldn't be much of a challenge. Shouldn't be, but then if Andela had learned anything from the actions of his enemies, he learned not to let his guard down. Not to be overconfident and underestimate his enemy.

"I am... Andela" he struggled to speak as much as he struggled to stand. He wondered if the female would remember him from before the fall. She was cloaked and her face covered as she turned to face him, and she spoke, seemingly unconcerned over the sword he held at the ready to decapitate her next as she approached.

"I see that you're a very impressive warrior now."

That voice. He knew it. No, he didn't know it. No female angel had ever spoken with a voice like that. It was too ... sinful. Laden with sensuality - and confidence. Wiping away sweat and tears and foul demonic ichor with his free hand, he got a better look at this beautiful creature approaching him. He knew her! Or perhaps he didn't. The voice, the face -- it was right there, he knew her! But he couldn't place her.

Then it hit him. Hit with a force he'd never felt before.

"Ana?"

"I've changed too." With that she undid the clasp holding her robe together. It slid down her body revealing her to his eyes.

"Ana?" The first time he said her name it was all shock and surprise. The second time, it was despair. "No, oh.. please, no."

He could only stand there, stunned, as she got closer. Closer than any enemy should have been allowed.

His mind had gone briefly to his penis, aware that despite his total lack of energy, it had begun to twitch at the sight of alluring sinful feminine perfection.

She was naked in all her profane and debaucherous beauty before him. She let him get an eyeful before lashing out with the onyx dagger she held in her hand.

A millionth of a second slower and her ornate dagger would have been coated in angel blood.
It was more instinct than conscious thought that bid him spin around with sword raised ready to decapitate her, too. Then thinking caught up to instinct. This was Ana! and he tried to check his swing at the last moment.

That probably wasn't what saved her, though. It took all the energy he could muster just to hold on to his sword, much less swing it. His thoughts were too confused, and he was unlikely to defeat anyone if he wasn't capable of thinking clearly.

Ana easily ducked beneath his swing and nicked his arm with her blade as she stepped up against laughing as she always had when she had played with him before.

As he felt his strength failing him, Andela's sword dropped to the ground and he looked at the beautiful demoness - her perfectly sinful body so close to his - with a strange and confused mix of disbelief, fear, and ... lust? Now he knew he was totally defenseless. No more tricks up his sleeve. She knew it too.

As the poison surged through his veins she blew him a kiss. He fell onto his back, looking up at Ana - now Ana'akashka (though he couldn't know that yet) in all her sensuously evil glory as she towered over her helpless prey.

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That isn't fair, I'm supposed to be the one chasing you!

"I've caught you again, Andela."

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[Veroe]

IC: Ana'akashka

Ana flew across the battlefield of the plains of Limbo carrying the unconscious body of Andela in her arms. In Limbo there was no sunlight, no moon, and no stars. In fact, the sky was clouded and dark above her. The ground below was broken and desolate, devoid of life. Limbo as a realm was a by-product, a place between other places. There was little of note to remark upon there other than the two forces waging war there: the forces of the Old Narcissist like Andela, and Lucifer's freedom fighters such as herself. Finally, Ana landed in the center of their base camp and carried Andela inside her tent there.

She had few of her possessions shipped from her palace at the shores of the lake of fire. She had her large golden nest-like bed and a few other of her favorite toys brought up here to the base camp. Two of her favorite toys came up before upon entering her tent and dropped to their knees in supplication to their mistress. The dusky-skinned Inarra in her life was a raving nymphomaniac that sold her body on the streets to feed her sinful desires, and the broad-shouldered Sulamein, was once a serial rapist-especially of young virgin girls-before being caught and beheaded for his crimes. Both of their souls belonged to her even before being condemned for eternity in the fiery pit being tormented by her. She had them brought here with her bed to entertain her during the nights.

Ana dropped Andela to the ground ordering Inarra, "Remove his armor and take them to the blacksmith to melt them down. He will have no use for them in this tent."

Striding over to Sulamein she reached out and grabbed his collar pulling him to all fours. She turned and sat her naked ass onto his back and crossed her legs over the other facing the prone body of her dear old friend. Inarra was diligently working at the straps and buckles of the various peices of armor he wore. She watched intently as Andela's upper body was stripped free of the armor and shirt underneath.

Andela hadn't changed much since she'd last seen him before the Old Narcissist had expelled Lucifer and her to the pit of hell. He was still lithe and sleekly muscled. In fact, Ana couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like rolling her tongue over each and every one of those muscles. As Inarra continued divesting her captive angel of clothing she reached between Sulamein's buttock and idly curled a finger of the ring at the base of the large butt plug lodged deep inside his rectum there. Ana began to toy with it, turning it, pulling it out a little then pushing it back inside. After a moment Inarra had pulled his boots and pants off leaving the body of her dear old friend bare completely to her eyes. As Ana had long suspected he had a large cock. She stared at it desiring nothing more than to lick it, suck it, cuddle with it. Her tongue licked her lips as she began envisioning her plans for it but was distracted as the toy she was sitting on rudely whimpered in discomfort.

She tore her eyes away from Andela and looked down at Sulamein. He had his down and whimpered again. Ana sneered at him in utter contempt. The butt plug she was pulling and pushing and twisting within him was shaped to stimulate his prostate, and was causing his own manhood to stiffen and grow. Such was a very unfortunate circumstance since he was currently wearing a gates of hell. The sharp little teeth inside the cage surrounding his cock must be very very painful to him. Ana's hand began to fuck him with the butt plug more deliberately now.

Andela began to stir. It seems his constitution was fighting off the effects of the poison sooner than it should. Ana smirked proudly to him in approval.

"Inarra," She ordered, "Collar him and hand me the chain."

Inarra did as was told closing the heavy iron collar around Andela's neck and handing her the chain to it just in time as Andela's eyes drifted open to see the sight before him.

Now the real battle would begin.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

(Over the plains of Limbo)


Do angels dream?

Whether it's a dream or something else, for millennium Andela's resting time was filled with thoughts of Ana - so special to him and so many others, surely the Creator had something special in mind for her when he made her. So smart. So playful and so much fun to be with. So ... so much more beautiful than all the others. At least in his eyes. Such a good friend. Dreams of happier times, before the rebellion. Before, when they had no cares but to commune with their Creator and with one another.

Then - thoughts of his beautiful Ana being forced to leave Heaven against her will. Lucifer! Lucifer took her - and was no doubt subjecting his beautiful Ana to all manner of perverse, unspeakable torment. Was he letting other demons have her? Those are the thoughts he carried every time he went into battle. Every demon slain was retribution for his Ana, for what she was going through. While most angels believed redemption for those banished to Hell was impossible, Andela maintained she (and all the other females) were there against their will, and could be rescued and redeemed.

Often, Andela dreamed of plunging his holy blade deep into Lucifer's chest, ending his reign of terror over his captives as well as all mankind. Prideful thinking? Andela liked to think it wasn't pride, but a strong sense of justice. He was, after all, an instrument of God. A warrior.

But unconscious, being carried away from the scene of battle and to the enemy's camp, Andela's dream was different than all his other dreams of his beautiful Ana. His last vision of her - before being drugged unconscious, was one of unparalleled beauty of a nature he'd never encountered. It was an Evil beauty - evil and seductive and manipulative. Is this what Lucifer had done to her? Or - was it something else? Surely, his dear sweet Ana could not have decided on her own ...

No. Never. Not Ana. Someone had done this to her against her will, and he was going to save her.

Visions of Ana dropping her robe to reveal her evil seductive body in all it's sinful perfection - that voice from which no male had a defense as she said "I've changed too" - those were the last things he remembered before losing consciousness - those and her ability to effortlessly defeat Heaven's greatest warrior in single combat. Even though unconscious while dreaming of these things - his penis twitched again.

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(Elsewhere on the plains of Limbo)

The Heavenly Host of warriors thought they were winning. For the most part. There were those exceptions - pockets in which angels in pursuit of "fleeing" demons suddenly found themselves cut off and surrounded - much too far away to be helped by their fellow angels who were themselves locked in battle. They'd become too spread out in pursuit of a fleeing enemy to provide mutual support. But they weren't concerned. Andela, their General, had his band of "elites" with whom he could rush from one hot spot to another to give them the reinforcements they needed.

On this day, many a dying angel's last conscious thought would be "Where's Andela?"

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(Ana'akashka's tent)

Angels and demons didn't capture one another in battle. Angels knew demons were beyond redemption, and when the opportunity came to kill one, it was killed. On the other hand, as much "fun" as it might be to torture and toy with a captive angel, demons were simply too full of hate and bloodlust to think through the process. In truth, with the exception of a few ambitious ones, most of those who were expelled in the rebellion were those of lesser intellect. Easily tricked into following Lucifer, with promises of better things than their Creator - the "Old Narcissist" - had given them. That was the reason Andela never lost a battle. Even when the enemy was commanded by a capable general, Andela had always proved to be more capable, with a better trained army.

But this time he'd been beaten by a more capable general - one who had never seen a battle, but who had bested him in many contests before this one. Now he lay helpless on the floor of Ana'askashka's tent.

He heard and felt what was happening before his eyes were able to see it. Naked except for a collar around his neck, his muscles aching and his mind clouded by her poisoned dagger on top of the sheer exhaustion, perverse sinful acts taking place in his presence and unable to do anything about it - this all combined into a type of disconcerting - helpless - feeling the warrior angel had never experienced, nor even dreamed possible. The thought of his armor, blessed by the Creator Himself, being melted down at the whim of the female behind the seductive voice caused his heart to ache in a special way - different from the realization he'd been defeated in battle.

Perhaps he should have remained where he was, not moving, waiting for his mind to clear and his body to recuperate, but that wasn't Andela's nature. With lightening speed (or so he planned in his foggy mind) he would roll to his knees, grab the chain from the girl's hands before she handed it to Ana, then use it as a weapon. At the first possible moment - as soon as things came into focus.

But to what end? Could he escape this place in his condition? How many demons were present? Could he actually accept the fact Ana was one of them, and kill her too? Killing her was an act that would haunt him for the rest of eternity, but it must be done. Or perhaps, perhaps he would find an opportunity to rescue her?

Then his eyes did begin to focus, and what he saw confused him even more. Ana. My beautiful Ana. What have you become? Why???

With what the captive angel thought would be lightening speed, he slowly crawled onto his knees and raised his arms to grab the chain his new mistress intended to use as a leash. As soon as Andela moved to grab the chain intense pain shot though his arms - those arms which had spent literally hours wielding sword and shield in an epic fight for his life. In all his experience as a warrior, Andela had never experienced a desperate struggle like the one he'd just had. He'd never experienced the after-affects of that sort of physical exertion.

With the beautiful seductress looking on, Andela cried out in pain, but kept reaching for the chain knowing this could be his only chance. He gripped the chain with both hands - thinking it would be enough - and pulled with all his might - what little "might" he had in him - hoping it would be enough to wrest the chain/leash from her delicate feminine hand.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana'akashka

"Inarra," She ordered, "Collar him and hand me the chain."

Inarra did as was told closing the heavy iron collar around Andela's neck and handing her the chain to it just in time as Andela's eyes drifted open to see the sight before him.

Now the real battle would begin.

His movements were slow. Obviously still being lethargic from the effects of the poison. His eyes lifted focusing on her as she sat atop Sulamein, her fingers tugging and pushing in the plug between the mortal soul's asscheeks, the other holding the chain/leash in a mockingly light grasp.

She saw his eyes flow over her naked form and sneered at him spreading her wings and curling her pointed tail behind her. "See something you like, Andela?"

She could see his hands lift and reach for the chain connected to the collar. She saw the fingers of both hands wrap around the links of the chain. Her eyebrow quirked upward at that. "Oh?"

His pull on the chain, again due to the lethargy of the effect of the poison, still coursing through his blood, was weak and ineffective even with her hold on the chain so light. Ana laughed at him then. "Behold the mighty Andela's vaunted strength."

Inarra, who stood behind Andela, chuckled mockingly as well at his weakness.

"You have much to learn, Andela." She said nodding towards her favored slave/captive/apprentice, "Tell me why you tried to pull your leash from your new mistress's hand?"

At his answer she looked pointedly to Inarra. "Let us begin."

And the cat of nine tails Inarra had selected from her favorite toys landed across his back hard. That first kiss was never the worst, but that first cry was something Ana always savored. The lash landed again and again, and would not stop until Andela stopped resisting her. After several minutes of Andela's whipping she lifted her dainty foot between them and gave a small tug on the leash. "To make the pain stop all you must do is crawl to me and kiss your new mistress on the foot."

The Cat continued to land onto the angel's previously unblemished skin. There was only one way for Andela to make this torment stop. Her foot waited in the air between them, currently still un-kissed.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Andela's mind couldn't process everything that was happening -- perhaps from a desire to refuse to believe that such evil existed as he looked up at his beautiful sexy opponent manipulating the toy in her slave's ass. Unable to fathom the changes that had taken place in his dear friend Ana -- looking so beautiful and seductive on the outside, and yet so cruel and heartless on the inside. Likewise, he was having trouble processing the fact that he, God's champion warrior angel, had been tricked and defeated by one of Lucifer's female followers.

What happened to his beautiful Ana? His friend?

Arms in excruciating pain, Andela pulled against the chain that had become his leash with all his might. The only result was intense pain in his overstressed arms, and in Ana and her companion laughing, mocking his weakness.

"Tell me why you tried to pull your leash from your new mistress's hand?"

"You are not my mistress" he spat back at her - trying to sound defiant but instead sounding like a petulant child. "I serve the Most High, Creator of Heaven and Earth..." he continued, telling Ana nothing she didn't already know, having once been an angel herself, in fellowship with that very Creator. As he tried to continue to intimidate her with a reminder of God's sovereignty over all things, she appeared to grow ... what was it? Impatient? Bored? Certainly not impressed.

"Let us begin."

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If the first "kiss" of the cat was something Ana'akashka always savored, she would be rewarded a millionfold with this particular kiss. Andela was God's champion, a mighty warrior who had never been defeated in battle and therefore never felt the pain - physically or emotionally - that came with defeat. Ironically, not having experience with that sort of pain made him incapable of preparing for it, or of dealing with it when it came.

Andela's first scream would be heard throughout her camp and beyond - perhaps even by his fellow angels still in the fight who had never heard such a sound of anguish. That sound might have been even more rewarding for Ana'akashka if she reflected on the love and fellowship they'd once shared - before she embraced evil and all she could profit by it.

"To make the pain stop all you must do is crawl to me and kiss your new mistress on the foot."

"NO" he sputtered and cried between lashes. She is NOT his mistress, and he will NOT submit. Free or captive, he was the best Heaven had to send short of deity itself, and he was determined to resist.

Unable to think clearly, Andela used his wings - his delicate wings - to try to shield his muscular back from the painful blows administered by the cruel demoness. That did him almost no good at all. His wings provided little protection and only for the briefest of time. In no time at all they were broken and shattered and shredded, most of the feathers having been ripped loose by the cat. Some remained pristine white and floated across the room, fluttering in the vortexes generated by the swinging of the whip. Others were soaked in his blood before being torn loose. Some sticking to his back or arms, others littering the floor beneath him. His wings had become a broken framework of their former glory, useless to anyone now except as objects for his captors to mock. As soon as his wings were decimated, the painful blows once again fell on his back.

The proud and powerful angel's defiance quickly turned to begging, but not yet total defeat. He begged the beautiful cruel demoness her to stop, but not acknowledging her new title over him. It didn't take long to realize he couldn't last any longer and briefly prayed for death -- but he knew from within this unholy place his prayers wouldn't be heard.

Crying from a combination of pain and humiliation and helplessness, he begged even more fervently between blows to his back.. then God's champion completely broke. Andela lunged toward the wicked seductive demoness not to attack her, but to grab her foot and start kissing desperately. Twice. Five times. Ten. He kept kissing, worshiping, devouring her presence like she was water and he was dying of thirst, all the while crying with shame for his weakness.

Finally, he looked up at her - looking down on him - so evil, so haughty ... so beautiful. She had stopped whipping him, but her smirk was almost as painful. Despite the pain and damage Ana'akashka had just inflicted, the sight of her looking down on him in all her seductive powerful glory made Andela's cock twitch.

He didn't speak a word - at first - but surrendered to her with his reddened tear-filled eyes. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of staring up at her from a position of abject defeat, his cock twitching, he whispered the word "Mistress".

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana'akashka

And the cat of nine tails Inarra had selected from her favorite toys landed across his back hard. That first kiss was never the worst, but that first cry was something Ana always savored. The lash landed again and again, and would not stop until Andela stopped resisting her. After several minutes of Andela's whipping she lifted her dainty foot between them and gave a small tug on the leash. "To make the pain stop all you must do is crawl to me and kiss your new mistress on the foot."

The Cat continued to land onto the angel's previously unblemished skin. There was only one way for Andela to make this torment stop. Her foot waited in the air between them, currently still un-kissed.

Ana sat basking in the sounds of Andela's agony and torment. Her hand pushing and pulling the plug in and out of Sulamein's asshole. She loved this, adored it, was fascinated by it, the slow realization of another's frailties. Not just the physical frailty of one's body, but their perceived strengths in what they believe in, and what they blindly put their faith in about themselves and how easily it all crumbled away at the inevitable adversity that comes with existence.

Inarra having been on the receiving end of many a whipping in her afterlife in hell was brutal and sadistic and unrelenting. She so relished bringing the oh-so-holier than thou servant of the god that had condemned her and banished her to an eternity of torture for just accepting her true sinful self in her life. The poor thing all of them.

She watched and smiled as kiss after kiss of the cat landed on Andela's back, laughed as he struggled in vain to absorb the pain, struggled to fight it, struggled to hide from it, but in the end as always, the pain was the only truth in this world worth a damn.

After a long and pain-filled moment he began to crawl hounded by Inarra and the cat's caresses to his backside adding urgency to his fleeing to where her foot hung unkissed in the air. She felt his lips shower kisses to her foot. But he hadn't truly given up and submitted...not yet. So Inarra and the cat did not stop. She looked down at her dear old friend and quirked an eyebrow at him expectantly. Almost absent-mindedly she lifted a hand and Inarra's whip froze but ready to strike again. She looked down at him smirking waiting for the inevitable.

"Mistress," The word came as a whisper but resounded in her ears.

Her smirk gave way to a derisive chuckle, "Seems I've caught you again, Andela."

She gestured and Inarra proferred the lash dripping with his blood. "Pain and pleasure are two fundamental aspects of reality. Contradictory, but the old Narciscist just loves his contradictions doesn't he. They should be embraced, for they teach us the truth of ourselves."

She pointed to the cat of nine tails in Inarra's hand. "Kiss it, and thank it for showing you the truth of yourself, slave."