Thread: Me and Dea M Smith

Hearing him say those words she stopped for a moment, surprised at what he said, not once had someone ever said they wanted to see what had happened to her, most angels did not care at all, but clearly he was much better than the other ones and so she stopped what movements she was doing against his pants and remained still, You actually want to see... that's odd... most don't... fine I will show you... but only small fragments, I can't handle going through all the year and years of what happened again. She said, hinting that she would feel it all again in her mind and under her skin. Lowering herself to him she kept her eyes on his before she was so close that her lips grazed his, however her eyes were not that of a demon, but what her human and angels eyes were meant to be, sapphire. She pressed her lips to his as her hands pressed against his bare chest, and then it started, the memories coming back. She remembered coming down and to what looked to be an olden day tavern, there she found the demon, knowing it he tricked her to go outside and told her if she wanted to save the lives of the ones in the town that she would have to give into him, however when she was about to say no she had a voice in her head telling her yes and she knew it was not her wanting it, it was her superiors, the other angels, setting her up. So she agreed, and the moment she signed the paper the male demon changed shape, she remembered he had red skin, black tattoos, and white hair, his wings were leather and pitch black. He quickly took hold her by the throat and pinned her against the wall, ripping away her clothing before she could even get a breath to try and protect herself, and instead of a collar his tattoos transferred from him to her neck wrapping around and creating a collar. She yelled and screamed for him to let her go, but he merely laughed and while holding her against the wall took her virignity from her, the way he did it to her was malicious and cruel, degrading her, humiliating her as other dmeons came to watch him deflower her. Time skipped and she was in a room, the one they were in currently but the room was decorated differently, and a collar was around her neck and she was chained to the bed post by it, at the moment it was just her in the room, but soon her master entered and smiled at her, throwing her onto the bed on her hands and knees she could tell something was not right, and at that moment she felt his member penetrate her ass, making her scream in pain as she tried to pull away only to be pinned again by him and forced to remain like that till he released into her small body. Again the rooms went black and she was on her knees at his throne in the living room sitting in his lap while and orgy of demons went on, her eyes however were different, hurt, angry, and yet obedient, and after a few minutes of the others playing her master threw her away from him and onto one of the beds where a group of demons pounced and began taking her in any way they could think possible, none caring for her feelings. And as time went by these things seemed to happen to her ever day and night. The last two scenes were calm, she knew her master was growing weak and he forced himself on her, but when she took on her angel form it was not the same, she instead took a different form, she could not find that pure sweet and innocent side, not after what they had all done to her, she attmepted to kill him that night, but failed as he drove a sword through her hands, missing bone and then beating her with whips until she begged for mercy. The last scene shown was her killing him and when she tried to return home to heaven the gate would not open and she was told that her filthy presence was not allowed. Finally she came to, and nearly collapsed on him, panting as she tried to catch her breath and scrambled off of him to try and calm herself, remembering everything and much that she had not shown, the humiliating things, the torture in the dungeon until she obeyed every command, and then finally giving up and telling herself to enjoy it since it would be all she knew any more, and she had accepted it, all of it, after a while she cooperated, gave up and became a toy for them to play with and she pleased them until her master's death, the collar from her neck broken and she went on a rampage, killing every single one of them who had ever raped her, touched her body, and done any of the things she had show Dea, each one of them was dead now, and this was now her domain, she had become powerful when she accepted everything and remembered her lessons and what was done, it had made her cold, and ruthless, so it was clear that it would be difficult to convince her otherwise of anything that was happening now. Now you know, and that was only some of the more gentle times, other times I was whipped for hours, bleeding in the dungeon, starved, even paraded around in no clothing, forced to crawl on my hands and knees for all of them. She added as she took a few deep breaths, finding that having to feel it all again was very painful and frightening to her.