Just like all wedlocks, a great night of dancing and food was in order. Christine spent the whole night dizzy with dancing as the red wine and blood cocktails played with her mind. She passed through the crowd dancing with who ever would hold her. Everyone wore a mask- except for her. Was she dancing with a man or a woman? Were the lips she met that of her wicked husband? They all laughed so gaily, carelessly passing her about. Christine fell to the ground an unnumbered amount of times picked up and carried about. They were free to do as they pleased with her.
A pair of men took her to an empty bedroom, locking the door behind. They looked so peculiar in their masques. One had long blonde hair that fell about the middle of his back. He hid only his eyes the black leather masque shimmered as it caught the dim light in the room. You could hardly tell if he did have eyes. The dark pools blend into his masque but when you did find those glazed lakes they drowned you with their power His strong cheek bones and wholesome lips made Christine blush with strange desire. His leather pants and white button up shirt complemented his strong muscular body underneath. He could over power Christine and she knew it. What amazed Christine more than anything were the massive black wings, which stood higher than he did. She wished she had such wings to fly away, away from her tormenters.
The other man also wore a masque that only hid half of his face. However, his masque was far more elaborate. The masque took had the form of a horned devil. His fiery green eyes glowed out of his masque. You could see the lust he carried within. His short, brown hair seemed to stand on its own. He had an eager, evil smile pursued on his lips that caused his lips to curl at the end. His built was slim, almost scrawny but he had unbelievable strength in those apparent scrawny limbs.
They are an interesting pair- a Fallen Angel and a Devil. They both kissed her with great gratification as they took turns inching her dress up and playing with her. She screamed incoherently for help although she knew there would be no response. They tossed her playfully on the bed as they both untied their trousers. Pinning her arms to the bed his legs, the Angel tipped her head back. Christine tried to push him off but there was no use, he was too strong, she screamed out in pain as the Fallen Angel grabbed her hair at the back of her head. With her mouth open wide he shoved his hard cock into her mouth. Christine gagged on his long, thick organ. The Angel, with a fist full of hair in each hand, forced Christine's head up and down his organ. In agony, Christine grasped the bed for leverage, kicking fiercely in protest.
The Devil removed her panties and tossed them
somewhere in the room. He wrangled both of her kicking ankles in one hand and held them high in the air. Licking his middle and pointer finger, he moistened her sex, gliding them gently in her sex attempting to arouse her. Happy with her wetness, he jostled in his penis in her, placing an ankle in each hand. She struggled to release her ankles but the Devil only tightens his grip on them. He spread her legs as far apart and up. He then placed one leg on either shoulder. He began to thrust with a vicious, unattainable passion.
In search of some pleasure from her rapists, Christine surrendered. She tightened around the Devil's penis as she began to thrust the Angel's penis on her own. The angel loosened his grip on her hair and eventually let go completely clenching the sheets on the bed with Christine in pleasure. Soft moans from her rapists, strangely Christine found it arousing. A flood of lust beyond her reach filled her as the Devil quickened his pace. She came but they paid no heed, they sought only their own pleasure. The Angel came and she suckled from the nectar as his wings rose above them and fell once again. He removed his cock from her mouth and she hungrily gasped for a much needed air.
But as hard as she gasped for air but her sought out gasps only became caught in her throat; only moans could escape her mouth. Eventually no sound came out at all. Christine arched her back, pulling the sheets off the bed. The Devil grasped her hips again and thrust harder, impaling her deeper on his penis. Her face twisted in ecstasy, mouth jarred slightly open waiting for his finally. As the devil climaxed, Christine gave one final moan, it was a moan yet a sigh of relief at the same time, as she collapsed limp on the bed. The Devil collapsed on top of Christine gasping for air.
When the devil caught his breath, he tied his trouser. His menacing eyes sparkled as he smiled a wide evil grin. He leaned down and kissed Christine with those evil lips.
"You are amazing. If only you were mine. "he whispered in Christine's ear.
The devil rose with a sigh and walk casually out of the room, humming to himself. All that remained was her and the Angel.
After thinking a great deal Christine rose from the bed but the Fallen Angel grasped her wrist.
"Wait," he beckoned, speaking softly.
Christine spun around tears in her eyes, "Please let go. I think I need another drink."
"Please sit down here. I promise I won't hurt you. " his eyes caught hers. There was a strange yearning in his eyes.
