A/n Hi, hope you all like this. I'm only human, but this has been proof-read many times, so hopefully it doesn't contain many mistakes.
"My Prince, we've caught one."
"...Excellent. What've you done with them?"
"She's been bound in the cellar, My Lord."
"She?" muses the Prince.
"Yes My Lord."
"You're dismissed."
"Thank you, Sir."
Prince Damien rushes to the cellar. No doubt his father, king of darkness and ruler of the fiery pit of the underworld will have already been informed. His father has specifically given him the task to capture one of them and finally after so many long, dry years his men have caught one. And a female at that. He knows his mission-to break her in any possible way. His father wants to rule the heavens as well as the underground and finding their weaknesses and secrets are crucial. Damien smirks at the prospect of everything he could do to her. Oh boy! This will be fun.
Anna slowly opens her eyes to the bright artificial lighting. She groans slightly from the dizziness of her head. The last thing she remembered was the rise up from Earth after completing her mission, and about to return back to Heaven. She tries to wipe her hand across her face, however, when her hand wouldn't comply, she quickly becomes aware of her predicament. Her body is tied to a wooden X-shaped contraption. Her arms raised high along two the planks and tied tight with rope. Her feet are in the same position but below her body. She tugs some more on the rope and tries to use her wings for help. But those too have been bound; except they are bound together behind her back. It seems the contraption has a thick slit to slot her wings through and keep them behind and useless.
Still stubbornly tugging before concluding that she cannot move an inch from her position she gazes across the room. There stands a large wooden table near one of the corners: A few hooks and bars dangling from stone ceiling and a large cabinet and chest of drawers opposite her on the far side of the room. She turns her head to the side looking for an escape. The only exit it seems is also the entrance in the form of a metal and wood door with deadbolts and a key to unlock. As much as she wants there is no way to smash through that door.
Suddenly a lock rattles in the door and Anna closes her eyes, forcing her body to go limp and create the illusion that she's still unconscious.
Damien's footsteps echo around the hallow place. He dead bolts and locked the door before sliding the key behind the secret stone rock next to the door. With prisoners keeping the key on the body is just too dangerous, particularly with some of the vile creatures they sometimes capture. Slow confident strides are made to his pretty prey. His lips curl into a smile whilst eyes praise her form. She's a petite, sweet looking thing, with large breasts and nice wide hips, along with a big plump ass. He can feel himself grow hard under the black leather pants, thinking of all the things he can do to her sweet, sweet body.
He grasps her flaccid face and yanks it up. Blonde curls fly back as a beautiful oval face comes in view. Pink, full lips taunt him almost begging him to place his cock between them.
"Awaken!" he sharply calls landing a blow to her cheek with the same sharpness. Light blue eyes snap open and immediately her whole body tenses.
Damien takes a step back, folding his muscled arms across his expansive cheat as he waits for her to calm down.
Anna bares her teeth at him, her body tenses fully as she gazes into his black, soulless eyes and realises the monsters that had captured her...Demons.
"Let me go, vermin!" hisses Anna thrashing uselessly at the ropes. Her wrists and ankles, only becoming sorer but she continues despite that, in hopes that they would loosen.
"Try asking nicely. After all, you Angels are supposed to be the
nice
ones remember?" mocks Damien.
The Angel glares at his some more before spitting at him. The glob of saliva lands on his cheek. She quietens immediately after, gulping in fear and wondering what he'll do.
Damien swipes the spit with his fingers and examines the translucent droplets for a moment before his features harden and he looks back at the Angel.
"Don't worry pet, since you enjoy spitting so much, I have something that you're going to have a ball with," he darkly informs her causing shivers to race through her spine. He shakes the saliva hand before swiping it at his pants and stepping toward his prey.
"But for now...it's time I play with you."
Anna suppresses her reflex action to cry at, not only the hopeless situation but also the demon who will clearly torture her. She has to remain strong though. And not break. That's what they want. She can't let him have
that
pleasure.
Inhaling sharply with the new attitude resolved in her mind she watches the demon collect items from the chest of drawers and dump them on the wooden table, the one that's near her. Then he turns again and gets some more things out.
Her eyes assess him. He isn't too...bad looking, to say the least-quite handsome in fact. Nice broad shoulders, slanting to a small waist and a muscular frame. He's tall, but compared to her most males are. His face is chiselled with short stubble around his jaw and upper lip. He has perfect cheekbones and what looked like soft ebony strands of hair-cut clean but not too short. Some of it spiked at his neck and the tops of his silk black shirt. His skin is a tanned a golden brown with faint hints of a deep red hue.
When he turns around Anna can see from the deep v-neck of his shirt he has a nice dusting of black hairs along his muscled pectorals.
It's only when the items in his hand clatter on the table, Anna pays attention to them.
Her eyes go wide and jaw slackens. Surely he's not serious! She thinks. He'd laid out ball gags, butt plugs, ropes, whips, ties. All sorts of sex toys she can hardly believe. She pales knowing he would use them on her and no doubt brutally. When she had been on earth one of the humans she'd befriended had told her all about sex toys and what they'd called BDSM. Anna being a pure being had never done anything remotely so sinful and hearing about it was as close as she's ever came to sex.
"Scared sweetheart? You should be," grins the deep, rich voice of her captor.
He picks up a small pocket knife and twirls it in his fingers, right before striding to her.
He slides the knife teasingly along the side of her face to the base of her throat.
"Now be still or you may get scraped," he warns. Her body freezes as he seemingly carelessly swipes it across her body. Her long, light blue dress tears slightly, sagging at where it has been wounded. Thankfully it all still covers her up. The cut had been a small one at her stomach.
"Hmm," muses the Demon before taking another swipe this time at her thighs. Another long cut was made in the dress, revealing a slit of creamy white skin. She awaits his next swing but instead feels his hand rise to her cheek. His thumb strokes over her flesh slowly before his hand trails down her throat to one of her shoulders. Fingers bunch up the chiffon material of the strap of her dress and before she knew it, he's cut straight through it.
Anna swallows her scream and chooses instead to stand very still and emotionless. She feels the flat part of his knife under her throat as he tilts her head back upright.
He then repeats his previous action on the other sleeve of her dress. Once he lets it go, she thinks, all she'll have covering her modesty would be a pair of panties and a bra.
Her head turns to watch his hand slowly cut through the material and upon reflex her head came forward and she bites him- hard. But instead of dropping the knife like she'd hopes, he swiftly cut through the material and withdraws his hand. Inspecting the hand as her gown crumples between her stretched ankles.
His eyes roam down her body in an almost bored fashion before he turns and picks something else of the table.
"Rest assured that will be the last time you bite me," he lowly growls before holding up the ball gag to her lips.
Anna shakes her head back and forth not allowing him to have the thing touch even her lips.
"Open," he commands but when she doesn't he just sighs and takes it down. His hand grabs her crotch over her plain white briefs and a finger probes at her pussy.
"Open," he demands again, softer this time but the threat still being conveyed.
Anna dejectedly slackens her jaw and opens her mouth.
"Good. Complying with me would be in your best interest's princess," advices Damien lodging the red foam ball gag firmly in her mouth. He straps it tight behind her head before stepping back and picking up his knife.
The hideous plain cream bra is the first to come off. Next, the awful panties. When she's stripped nude, Damien admires the creation before him. Bright blue eyes shine defiantly despite the situation she is in; full large breasts spring free, with their tiny pink nipples jutting out with tenderness; her beautiful pink pussy is also on display and if he steps around he can see her luscious plump ass.
"For an Angel you sure do have a positively
sinful
body,
sweetheart
," smirks the Demon running his hands up and down her stretched arms. She squirms at the feel of his callous fingers and slight scratching of his nails. She's surprised he hasn't broken into his more deadly form and started ripping her to shreds. His hands then lower to her stomach, stroking her sides of flesh before cupping over her breasts.
Anna starts crying her protest through the gag, but her screams only come as mumbles.
"Shhh.." orders the Demon, annoyed by the mumbled cries. He gives her full orbs a hard squeeze in warning causing her to immediately shut up.
As his hands massage her breasts Anna can feel a strange heat coarse through her. Her nipples starting to tingle slightly and when thumbs flick them, a moan leaves her throat.
Having caught it the Demon smirks wider at her and toys with her hardening buds. Her eyes are wide in shock and she feels shameful at enjoying the lust, however the heat between her legs only continues growing.
Damien trails a hand down her navel to between her legs. His fingers brush along her pussy collecting the hot sticky juices of arousal.
He laughs as he brings his fingers up to her face.
"Well would you look at that? You're all wet...Damn, you must be the
sluttiest
