Angel

Tanith held the pitch-black paper card against the steering wheel. The glossy business card showed no indication that it contained any information, but Tanith could see the inscription as though it was glowing. The writing, which appeared as a gold glow to the woman, was phonetically English but written in Phoenician script. The message was simple — “Other Tastes, 3035 Industry Way, Suite 7.”

Tanith looked up from the card at the decrepit building. “The power to sunder the gates of hell, and they pick this shit-hole.” She muttered to herself. The building was a large warehouse divided into various unoccupied industrial workshops. Tanith got out of her car to look for the door to suite seven. She occasionally checked the business card as though she was expecting a map or some other instructions. She knew better than to think the card would change, but she checked anyways.

The seventh door was no different from any of the others – an unpainted metal door that looked as though it had rusted shut. There was no doorbell, no handle, and no apparent way to enter the building. She stood there and stared at the number for a long moment thinking of how to proceed. She raised her hand to press against the door, but where it should have made contact, it instead passed through the metal. She pulled her hand back quickly. “You’re immortal, you idiot.” She muttered to herself with dropped shoulders and a pair of perfectly rolled eyes. She took a step forward and walked through the door.

The scene inside the building was in stark contrast to the abandoned industrial site where she had just been; loud music and flashing lights overwhelmed even her stalwart senses. The smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol underlined the overall metallic odor of blood. Where the industrial park was desolate, this place was teaming with what some might call life. People who were undiscernible to Tanith crowded around three island stages in this large main room. The stages housed nude and near-nude dancing women, angels and demons Tanith figured, chained to brass poles.

As her eyes became more accustomed to the place, the people here became clearer to her; every single living thing here was celestial, herself included. Demons held the chains of angels. Angels hosted young demon women in their laps. None of the patrons, or those this place employed for that matter, showed their wings, except one angel; a young one had her wings exposed and stripped of most of its feathers. Spikes through the web of her wings attached to chains that held her aloft in the center of a circle of patrons. Demon and angel alike took turns with various instruments of torture on this girl.

Tanith started to feel sorry for the girl, but the feeling passed when she realized she kind of wanted to join in tormenting the little thing. A large male, and angel Tanith supposed, approached her. He stood in front of her, blocking her view of the floor, and prevented her from entering any further. When she looked into his eyes a flash of a conversation occurred between their minds; she knew the rules, now.

The two stated at each other for a moment. The man, a foreboding figure with dark skin, broke the silence. “She’s not on the market.”

Tanith noticed that everyone in the room was now looking at her. “She’s right there. I don’t see the mark.” She leaned to the side to nod at the hanging angel. “Is she fair game or not?” The man growled to himself, turned, and walked away from Tanith.

Tanith approached the girl and watched as the circle of the angel’s tormentors dispersed and found other things to entertain themselves. The angel fell into a heap as the chains lowered her to the floor. Someone on the staff of the club clamped a heavy metal collar around the girl’s neck and handed its attached chain to Tanith.

Tanith wrapped the chain around her fist and pulled the little angel by her collar through the crowded floor towards a hall. For the most part the patrons of this place had returned their attention to whomever they were with before Tanith came. The angel followed behind the woman; she fell several times, but instead of stopping, Tanith simply dragged her along the floor.

Tanith knew where she was going, not from any foreknowledge, but simply from the instantaneous silent conversation she had with the proprietor. She took the girl down several long corridors and up several flights of stairs – far higher than the building that hosted the entrance to this place.

Tanith flicked her wrist and whipped the chain around to fling the little angel into a room. She entered behind the girl and sealed the door. Crimson tears stained the girl’s face. The girl was clean save for the marks of that night’s activities. Her skin was paper white and her hair was gold except where blood had stained it. Her wings were bare of plumage and the flesh where feathers should attach was torn and bloodstained. It was exceptionally hard to put an age on an angel; she was either nine years old as she appeared or older than time itself.

Tanith shook a stray lock of her black hair out of her olive skinned face. As she was, she could easily pass for a Mediterranean woman in her late twenties. In reality, she was thousands of years old.

A stone forge cast beams of yellow beams into the room as the only source of light. Small glints reflected off of various soot and rust coated metal implements hanging on the walls. Tanith grabbed a long pole off the wall and examined it; it was a large metal dildo on a stick. Burn marks on the device indicated that it had spent a great deal of time in the forge. Tanith smirked and walked around the angle to shove the implement into the forge to heat up.

“What’s your name?” She asked the girl.

The angel looked up at the woman for a second before diverting her eyes back down. “Vesna.” She responded. Her accent was unidentifiable beyond being faintly eastern European. Fresh red tears started to drip down her cheeks.

“Do you know what I am going to do to you?” Tanith asked. She pushed the girl over onto her belly, and pressed the heel of her boot into the back of Vesna’s neck.

Vesna began to sob openly; before that point, she had only made small pathetic whimpers. “You’re going to hurt me.”

“I am going to take out ten thousand years of frustration on your miserable little body.” Tanith calmly said. “No one is going to come to your rescue. No one will stop me from doing anything I want to you. You are mine now.” With that, she lowered herself to her knees and straddled the small of Vesna’s back. She hooked her hand under the remnants of the little angel’s wing, and with her hand pressed firmly against Vesna’s spine, she pulled with great strength; the wing ripped from the girl’s back with a sickening crack.

Vesna let out a blood-curdling scream from the intense pain of her dismemberment. The detached wing fell to the floor in front of her little face. Tanith leaned down and whispered into the girl’s ear. “Grow it back. Do it. I loved tearing it off the first time. Grow it back so I can do it again.” Tanith’s voice was full of mocking cruelty.

Vesna spoke through her painful cries. “I have another.” She said. She moved her remaining deformed wing to invite Tanith to rip it from her body.

“No. No-no, little girl. I plan on keeping you for a very long time. You are not much fun to me as a mortal.” Tanith said. Her previous cruelty juxtaposed with the loving caress of her fingertips on the angel’s cheek.

“Please… ” Vesna started to beg. “Please have mercy.”

Tanith let out a little sigh. She dug her thumbnail into Vesna’s remaining wing. When the thumb did not prove painful enough, it extended into a talon and pierced through the flesh. “Eventually. Right now… No.”

Tanith pulled herself off of the little girl. She ripped through the bit of flesh she had pierced, but in the wash of pain Vesna was in, it proved no great source of additional agony. She returned to the forge and retrieved the iron dildo she had left there to heat. “Get that ass in the air.” She said.

Vesna turned her head to see what Tanith had. When she saw the burning white metal cock, she clawed at the floor in a vain attempt to escape the demon women. In a single motion, Tanith grabbed Vesna’s leg, pulled the girl back, and plunged the fiery spear into the girl’s virgin cunt.

Vesna’s scream echoed into the halls around the room. Smoke billowed from her ass as her cunt cooked on the metal cock. Her vocal cords bled into her mouth. Her nature cursed her not to pass out from the pain. Tanith thrust the implement deeper into the girl until it seared through her belly. Tanith ripped the cock out of Vesna, taking a good deal of burnt flesh with it.

“Heal yourself.” The demon woman commanded. She sighed with a little smile on her face. She shoved the dildo back into the forge so it could heat up again. “Please me, and I might wait to do that again.”

Vesna rolled to her side. The hole burned into her belly had already started to seal itself when Tanith took notice of it. “Please…“ She cried. “It only hurts more when I am healed.”

“That’s all there is for you now. Pain and servitude.” Tanith said. She looked into Vesna’s pain-filled eyes, and sighed. “I have had my fill of the former, for now.” She thought for a moment while Vesna’s body restored itself; her wing grew back with all of its feathers in place. “I could torture you for several eternities, which is what was likely going to happen to you anyways, or I can claim you forever, and take you out of this place.”

Vesna sniffed, and wiped her face. Her pain had gone already. “Are you giving me a choice?”

“Not really. But I do want to know if enslaving you forever will be a problem for me.” Tanith said. Vesna swallowed the knot in her throat. “So, messenger, what is it going to be? My slave ‘til the end of time, or torture for long beyond that?”

Vesna closed her eyes. She rolled from her side to her belly, and then lifted her body until she was kneeling with her legs spread. She turned her head to the side to expose her neck. Tanith grinned. She reached out for the heavy metal collar around the little girl’s neck, and in her grip, it began glowing. The collar shrunk against Vesna’s skin until it was nothing but a mark on her otherwise perfect flesh.

“You’re mine now.”

“I… what?” Vesna was distracted from her own miserable situation by the sign she saw from the passenger seat of Tanith’s car. “How the hell did they even come up with that idea?”

Tanith turned her head and raised a brow at Vesna. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Tanith said as she returned her attention to the road.

“The signs back there said ‘God Hates Homosexuals’ and ‘Homosexuality is a sin’. How did they even get that idea?” Vesna turned away from the window to look at her owner.

“I don’t know. It might have something to do with almost all the muses being banished to hell.” Tanith responded with a smug smirk. “Humans have no idea what Dad actually wanted because we weren’t there to tell them.” She returned her attention to driving in time to avoid hitting someone in a crosswalk.

Vesna sat silently for a moment. Both angels, fallen and otherwise, had hidden their wings. Vesna was dressed what amounted to a loincloth with nothing covering her chest. The mark around her neck was visible only to Tanith once they left the club. “Is that why you want me to suffer? For revenge?”

“I want you to suffer because I want to do something with my own free will.” Tanith calmly said.

“We don’t have free will.” Vesna commented.

“You don’t anymore, but you did.” Tanith sighed. “You didn’t feel it? When dad and our brother killed each other, you didn’t feel the freedom?”

“Not really. I was captured right after.” Vesna said. Her depression was apparent in her voice.

“What was your place, before dad died?” Tanith tried to change the subject.

“I eased suffering in the faithful.” Vesna said. She slowly started to chuckle. It took a few seconds longer for the irony to hit Tanith.

“I guess you’re pretty much fucked then.” Tanith said with a laugh.

“I guess so.” Vesna said. She sighed and the amusement slowly drained from her face. “I don’t want this, Master”

“Ten thousand years of constant torture has bled the compassion from me.” Tanith said, as she pulled into the parking structure under a large apartment building. She got out of the car, and led Vesna through the halls and stairways of the building to a lavish penthouse suite.

“This is a bit…ostentatious.” The young angel commented as she looked around the decadently appointed home. “You live here?”

Tanith gave Vesna a look. “Of course I live here.” She rolled her eyes and ripped the loincloth from the girl’s body. The small angelic girl quickly moved her hands to cover her mound in an attempt at modesty. “Lay on the floor.” Tanith commanded and Vesna complied; she laid with her belly against the cold tile floor.

“What are you doing?” Vesna asked. She tried to watch what Tanith was doing, but found it hard with her cheek pressed against the floor.

Tanith pulled a metal case out of a closet and set it down next to Vesna’s head. She straddled the small of the little girl’s back and opened the case. “I’m marking you. Humans can’t see the collar.” She some wet wipes out of the case and cleaned a spot on the Vesna’s nape.

Vesna started to squirm under Tanith. “Father doesn’t…” she started to say.

Tanith gripped the back of the girl’s head and pushed her face hard against the floor. “Father is dead. What he wants doesn’t matter anymore.” Tanith held the girl in place and brought a tattoo gun against Vesna’s neck. Vesna, who was silently weeping by then, jerked when the needle first touched her skin. Tanith pulled the gun away. “I don’t understand. I literally cooked you from the inside not two hours ago, and you are more resistant to a tattoo than that?”

Vesna squirmed between Tanith’s legs. “This stings more” was all she managed as a reply. Tanith rolled her eyes and held the girl down. The demon pressed the needle against Vesna’s skin and slowly drew a pattern in black ink. “Can we stop for now?” Vesna asked in a weak voice.

“This really is worse for you than torture?” Tanith said as she pulled the tattoo gun away from Vesna’s skin. Vesna rubbed her face against the floor, which Tanith accepted as a nod. She climbed off the girl, and sat cross-legged on the floor. “Alright, get on your knees.”

Vesna pushed herself to her knees. She faced Tanith and kept her knees pressed together for a bit of modesty. “Thank you for your mercy, Mistress.” She said.

“This isn’t mercy. I’m just not in the mood to torture you right now; if I was I would dismember you, not tattoo you.” Tanith corrected the angel slave. “You know, humans get these for fun.” Vesna nodded and Tanith once again rolled her eyes. She got up off the floor and left the room for a moment. She tossed a bottled water at Vesna. “Drink.”

Vesna tried to pour the water into her mouth, but nothing came out.

“For fuck sake, you have to open it. Twist the top.” Tanith said and sat on a sofa. Vesna hesitantly turned the cap. She tried drinking again, this time she was successful.

Vesna pointed to the back of her neck and asked, “Hoe much longer?”

“The line work is done. I can shade it later.” Tanith answered. She arched her back to lift her ass from the sofa and pulled her pants off. Vesna diverted her eyes from the stripping demon. “Don’t be such a prude; you’re a sex slave.” Vesna squirmed on the floor. “You haven’t ever had sex, have you?”

“No, Mistress.” Vesna answered.

“How were you property of a sex dungeon and still stayed a virgin?” Tanith asked. She pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her, and Vesna moved to kneel there. Tanith spread her legs, her clean-shaven mound was right in front of Vesna’s eyes; she couldn’t help but gaze into it.

“They just wanted to hurt me.” Vesna said. Tanith put her hand on the back of Vesna’s head, and pulled her in; she rested the little girl’s head on her inner thigh.

“How boring.” Tanith said. She lifted her hips to press her mound against Vesna’s face, and slowly gyrated; she was masturbating with the girl’s face as a toy. She left little smears of moisture on Vesna’s face.

Vesna thrashed for a moment against the sudden grinding against her face. She tried to push herself away from Tanith’s vulva but the demon’s hold was steadfast. She relented to her treatment with a pathetic whimper.

Tanith looked down at the little girl with a grin. “Use your tongue.” She ordered. Vesna opened her mouth and jutted out her tongue. The action wasn’t entirely voluntary – she felt a compulsion to follow the command. Vesna held her tongue rigid while Tanith rocked her hips against the stiff muscle.

Tanith settled herself into the sofa. She released Vesna’s head; the girl stayed still with her tongue pressed against Tanith’s labia. Tanith reached down and spread her lips to give Vesna access. “Lick the throbbing hard thing at the top.”

“This is wrong.” Vesna said, with her tongue out.

“Even father didn’t oppose oral sex… and you don’t have to keep your tongue against my pussy if you need to talk.”

“I shouldn’t be doing this, this is wrong.” Vesna said. A tear rolled down her cheek into the accumulated wet on her chin.

“I don’t care.” Tanith growled out.

Vesna’s jaw quivered. She leaned in again, her tongue poked out and she lapped the tip of it over Tanith’s clit. She started to flick against her owner’s hard nub, each little impact sending a shock of tension through Tanith’s body. The demon let out a little moan from the slowly building pleasure in her loins.

Tanith held the little girl’s head in place as the heat of her pleasure built against the tongue pleasing her. Her muscles burned and radiated heat. The little angle kept dutifully flicking her tongue over the nub repeatedly. Tanith’s legs tightened around Vesna’s head as the older demon let loose a wicked moan and her body rocked in climax. Tanith rocked her hips against Vesna’s face, spreading her wet and driving herself through her climax.

Tanith’s convulsions slowly ended, and her legs opened to release the little girl between them. Vesna looked up at Tanith, her face covered in wet and a few tears. “May I clean myself?”

Tanith sighed. “Yeah. The shower is through there; shampoo conditioner, body wash, and feather conditioner are on the rack.”

Vesna nodded at Tanith. “Thank you, Mistress.” She said and crawled to the bathroom.

“I have to run some errands. Just hang around until I get back.” Tanith said with a sinister smirk as she left the apartment.

Vesna didn’t say anything in response… because she couldn’t. Tanith had run a large spike through her body, entering through her vagina, exiting out of her mouth, and suspended the spike from the ceiling. Chains ran through the bottom of the spike between her legs to connect her wrists. Her wings were on full display – one still bald – with large hooks bearing heavy weights suspended from the tips. Every breath gurgled blood out of her mouth adding to the crimson tint already covering her body. Tears of blood ran down her cheeks, as he body had no other fluid to give. Her eyes closed in an attempt to force herself to sleep through pain.

“Why did you give your will to that creature?” An angelic voice asked. Vesna opened her eyes and looked around the room to see who the voice belonged to, but she was alone. She closed her eyes again. “Of all the things in creation that you could have bound your will to, why someone who only wants to torture you?” The voice inquired.

“I can endure it.” Vesna said in her mind, the apparent source of the voice.

“If you stayed where you were, you might have escaped with your will in-tact. They would have been no worse to you than she is.” The voice stated.

“She suffers worse than I.” Vesna said. She chuckled at the thought, but it came out as a sickening gurgle around the spike.

“It appears to me like she is out enjoying herself, and she left you here in agonizing pain.” The voice rebuked.

“It’s not that kind of suffering. I can help her.” Vesna said. The spike started to migrate through her as her body was attempting to eject the foreign object. She started to rise up the spike, but her ascent halted with the clang of the chains running between her legs.

“You might have been able to help her before you gave up your free will. Now you can do nothing to her that she does not desire.”

“Her hold on my will is not as strong as father’s. I can try.” Vesna said. The pain of the moving spike inside her cause her to scream and spit more blood into the air.

“Why her? Why not any of the other demons, or angles for that matter, that tortured you while you were prisoner at the club?”

“They hurt me for pleasure. She hurts me for something else; she’s working something out. I can see it in her soul.” Vesna answered. She pulled her wings up, lifting against the waits to drive herself further down on the spike, as was Tanith’s desire. She let out a loud cry of pain.

Vesna could hear the door open. The voice stopped responding to her.

“Don’t you hate when a date no-shows?” Tanith said. She stood under the little angle, undid her wrist cuffs, and left the chain dangling from the end of the spike. She gripped Vesna’s hips and ripped her down the length of the spike, pulling the chain and cuffs through the girl’s body in the process.

Vesna dropped in a heap on the floor as blood flowed profusely from her mouth and vagina. The weights fell off the tips of her wings from the impact, and they recoiled into her back. The little angle twitched in pain.

Tanith knelt in the blood. She stroked her hand along the little girl’s side. “Feel better now that it’s out?” She asked. Vesna couldn’t tell if the question was mocking or genuine, but nodded anyways. Vesna started to mouth a question, as she was still unable to speak from the intense internal damage, but Tanith’s finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. “Don’t speak” Tanith instructed in a calm sedate voice. “Don’t heal yet.”

The demon scooped up the destroyed little girl and brought her to the bedroom. She laid Vesna out on the bed on her side, apparently not caring about bloodstains on the sheets. She climbed into the bed and laid behind the angel; she wrapped her arm over her and held her. Tanith kissed the back of Vesna’s neck, just over the tattoo that was still healing. “It will be better soon.” Tanith whispered.

“This is all she wanted all that time.” Vesna thought. “All those eons in hell, all she wanted was to be comforted.” Vesna hopped that the voice was still listening to her thoughts, but doubted it. Her body twitched from pain, more so when her chest heaved with whimpers. Vesna cried despite the pain, not because of it.

Tanith lowered her hand to Vesna’s lap. Her finger slowly caressed over Vesna’s abused mound, which naturally, led to Vesna jerking her hips away. “It’s ok… I’m done hurting your for now.” Tanith said in a soothing voice, though her message was not exactly comforting. Vesna steadied her hip, and the demon resumed slowly stroking over her mound. She pressed her fingertip against Vesna’s underdeveloped hood and rubbed against it in small circles.

“Does it hurt?” Tanith asked. Vesna gave a little half-shrug. “It hurts a little from the spike?” She asked and Vesna nodded. “Does it feel good too?” Tanith asked. Vesna took a second to answer, but eventually nodded. Tanith moved her finger a little lower, and pressed between Vesna’s lips. She stroked the length of her finger against Vesna’s clit.

Vesna shivered and twitched from building arousal and lingering pain. She moaned and gurgled out a cry in the same breath. Tanith flicked the pad of her finger against the little nub, each of her little movements amplified up Vesna’s spine. She strummed her fingers across Vesna’s now popped nub. She changed nothing about her pace or actions for nearly half an hour as Vesna’s body reacted with increasing levels of pain and pleasure. Vesna finally moaned in orgasm, but that morphed into a scream of pain as the tension in her muscles burned her damaged insides.

“Shh. I’ll let you heal in the morning” was all that Tanith said in response to her pain-slave’s first orgasm. The demon held the angel girl and drifted to sleep.

“Is she worth it?” The voice asked.

“Yes.” Vesna thought. She didn’t sleep – she laid there and let the demon hold her.