The Angel's Captive (closed/PM request)

[Snow_Shy_Kitty1]

Luna lays chained in a cell, her dress torn in several places, her hair untidy, her wings tied down, and a collar around her neck. She was, simply, a succubus, as many could tell from first glance. Her horns were gracefully curved, her wings velvety soft, her tail long with a heart-shaped spade at the end, her soft peach body in a slender hourglass frame with D breasts, her long wavy hair a midnight blue, and her eyes a blood red.
Luna stirred and sat up, once again touching the collar around her neck, hissing in pain as the cross on it shocked her fingers, and it said one thing: she was the captive of angels. The collar's purpose was to drain her demonic powers and keep her in a weakened state.
Luna thought back to a few days before, when she was still a handmaiden for the demon queen, who enjoyed special nights with Luna for one simple fact: Luna was one of the few rare succubus futanari in existence. She had been out with an escort and the demon queen when they had come under attack by angels. the queen's guards got her to safety, but Luna had been captured by the angels.
Luna snapped out of her trip down memory lane when she heard the heavy iron door leading to the cells gets thrown open and the sound of a single set of footsteps descending down the stairs. She listened as the sounds got closer, and her blood red gaze drifted up as an angel walked into view.

 

[cybal]

Normally I hated looking in on the prisoners. They were just filthy scum. All hate, grunge and fire. Today the rumor had reached me of a special prisoner, a succubus futanari. I am a bit special in the order of guardian angels. I have a price I extoll on those not worthy of being guarded, the wicked. I use them for my own pleasure. I know, I know, I am an angel and if anyone finds out I am cast out into the fiery pits of hell, which I have considered but just can't help be myself.

I shuffle into the cell having heaved the giant door open enough to slip through. "Why do we need such heavy doors?" I ask myself whenever I come down here. My dark blue eyes stare through my long white hair which I wear over my face and down to the small of my back. My wings are tucked away and my white robe hides my petite figure. I feel tiny as I step in front of the demon and marvel at it. So beautiful in it's demonically beautiful ways.

I dare not speak for giving away my desire for it. I walk around the cell inspecting the creature. So elegant, so primal, so intense.

Returning from my circuit I face it.

"Do you renounce Satan and all demon's you serve? Agree to accept our lord into your body and soul, blah blah blah" I tried to give it the pitch but it is clearly too much for me and it.

"Do you know where you are?" I ask softly.

 

[Snow_Shy_Kitty1]

I simply look back at the angel before me, my wings shifting in their bindings as my red eyes lock onto your face, humiliation and anger at being a prisoner of angels clearly in them, and I bare my teeth in a snarl, revealing pearly white teeth with two fangs in the top of my mouth. I wasn't, of course, an upper class demon. I was a low class demon, with not much demonic powers, but an unquenchable lust burned in my heart. Not for men, but for women. My lust, however, was forced deep inside me by the filthy angel collar around my neck.
As I glared at you, a spark of lust leapt up inside me, but it was forced back by the collar's power as I felt a painful shock course through my body. I hiss and bare my teeth again as I look away from the angel before me, my horns, curved back with an elegant form catching the torch light and gleaming like polished black steel, the torn black dress I wore shifting as my spade-tipped tail swished back and forth, the chains around my wrists and ankles rattling.

 

[cybal]

"Mmmm a primal lower demon huh?" I said being able to recognize this behavior. A higher demon would have spoken with me. You are wild and incensed and quiet excited with my presence.

"Would you like me to open this cage? Maybe loosen that collar around your powerful neck?" I asked teasingly.

I stepped closer. I marvel at your lean muscular body. The elegant curves. Your teeth so strong and white I can imagine you ripping into flesh, feeding on your prey like the dog you are.

"Can you speak beast?" I hiss annoyed with your macho shit.

 

[Snow_Shy_Kitty1]

I look back at you, my eyes shifting from blood red to a light silver, the marking of one trained to serve the demon queen, my midnight blue hair shifting to reveal the symbol of the queen just about the collar: a silver set of demon wings over a pair of blood-soaked swords with a fiery crown over them. It showed even though I was a low class demon, I had the proper training to serve even the noble demon queen.
With reluctance, I open my mouth and speak, my voice surprisingly silky soft, with a slight tone in it that showed I was one of the younger demons, only a couple hundred years old, while the others were thousands of years old. "Yes, ma'am. I can speak. And I am not the beast you think I am."

 

[cybal]

"Oh good" I said with my new friend calm now. "I see from your markings you belong to a very powerful woman?" I say taking you in from horns to tail. "I guess you are a young buck for that bitch, no?" my words biting to one sworn to allegiance of such a powerful demon.

I push my hair back revealing my angelic face, porcelain skin and perfect elf like features. I am not a cherub, I have an angular face, from a long lifetime. I let my wings stretch as I show myself to you. I am beautiful and pure as the light of the world shines down from the single window onto me. My white leather armor fits tightly over my small but powerful body. My armor comes just over my 34b breasts, a bit racy for angels but I am old and some of my eccentricities are overlooked. Also why I wear my hair down.

I put my hands on my hips and you can see my armor stops at the top of my thighs and I have white boots that come up over my knees, only leaving my thighs bare and exposed.

"So young one, do you miss that bitch?" I ask you looking you up and down like a mother superior looks at a innocent.

 

[Snow_Shy_Kitty1]

I look at you, my eyes remaining silver and full of... what was it? Sadness? Regret? Pain? It was hard to tell. All that seemed to be understod was that I clearly didn't like the queen being mentioned, even in such a way. "I have no love for her. Being a futanari is considered a crime by most demons. I only escaped death because the queen made me her handmaiden. But, in truth, I was her slave. Her sex toy to use when she pleased." One of my wings shifted in the bindings, true pain on my face as the ropes scraped the sensitive skin, and it opened slightly, revealing, burned into the flesh of the wing, several words, all in random places, and they were clearly done while I was in the queen's service. The word's were as followed: "SLUT", "SEX TOY", "SCUM", and "FREAK". They clearly caused me pain cause as my hand brushed one of the words, I hissed in pain and folded my wing back down, looking up at you. I was the first demon any angel had seen who had suffered so much at the hands of their own kind.

 

[cybal]

This was highly irregular. I guess that is why they sent me.

"Freak demon huh?" I say confidently seeing you are torn between a world that hates you but puts up with you and one that wants you to become something you never will be.

"Queen branded you nicely" I say as I see your scars. I pull a key from my pocket and open the door to the cage. you are not going anywhere with that collar and binds.

I reach for your dress and snatch it off you getting the full picture of what you are.

"Oh my" I say as I am unable to take my eyes from your body. The scars criss cross your abdomen, your flesh elegant yet beaten. Your gender, combined.

"What have we here?" I say as I lean against the cell door dropping the filthy rags you called a dress. "The queen will be missing you I imagine" I tell you as I start to understand your importance.

"Looks like you need a little angel love" I smile sweetly, with absolutely no intention of easing your pain.

 

[Snow_Shy_Kitty1]

I simply look at you, my silver eyes going to a bright pink, the only sign of embarrassment at being naked before an angel, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes followed your gaze down my body, and I realize where you were looking, quickly trying to cross my legs but the chains were just short enough to prevent me from doing so, my male sex organ exposed and limp, rather large compared to a human's. I shifted where I sat, trying to hold my gaze on you, but I falter and look away, causing my D breasts to sway slightly. I didn't know what you meant, and I didn't want to figure out what was going to happen to me.

 

[cybal]

"You are certainly an interesting find" I tell you as my eyes feast on you. "What I don't excite you?" I ask looking at your massively soft cock. "Did those angels who took you wear you out already?" I asked as my eyes traveled up to your chest.

"I can see why she would have kept you around.. I bet you can tell some tales" I said taking you in. I step in conscious how dangerous you are but I must.

"What do you like? Little virgin humans with that massive cock or do you prefer men in their sleep thinking you are the object of their darkest desires only to turn and shred them with your claws and teeth?" I ask looking up at you marveling.

"So what should we do with you?" I ask. "What should we do?" I muse as I step back.

 

[Snow_Shy_Kitty1]

In spite of what you said, I was attracted to you, even if you were an angel. It was taking all my willpower to keep myself from getting aroused, but it was getting hard not to. My gaze is drawn to you and your exposing armor, and it finally strikes a fuse in me, destroying what willpower I had, and my cock began to harden from just that one glance, my cheeks now meeting the same tone of pink as my eyes as I sat there, my wings shifting in the bindings as I tried to hide my hardening shaft, but tied up in such a way made it difficult. I soon gave up trying to hide it as it reached its peak: 11 1/2 inches in length, with a large vein on the bottom, two large fleshy orbs under it. I was flustered, looking away, not knowing what you would do, my mind racing with a million possibilities.