Laurelai returned to consciousness sometime later, to the sound of Thraxusius' voice. That at least meant that probably only minutes had passed since he'd fucked her into oblivion. It was a small comfort since she had no idea what they would do to her if she'd passed out for an hour or two. Somehow, she didn't think that demons had any compunctions about using her while she was unconscious.
She didn't react immediately though - that would just invite further torments. Instead, she peered out from beneath lidded eyes and waited to see what would happen next. "She is quite the specimen," a crone with twisted horns and sagging breasts said to Thraxusius. "I can see why you'd want to keep her womb to yourself, but why not the rest of her? You'd have no need for a seal if you just kept her chained in your bed chambers for the next few decades my lord."
"True," he rumbled, "But the bitch isn't broken yet. A turn or two with legions will fix that. Whether she comes out tame or unhinged matters little to me - I just want her to absorb as much darkness as possible while my spawn grows inside her blessed womb." The demon lord's words froze her blood, and for a moment Laurelai almost cried out in protest before she brought her temper back under control. He wanted to control her breeding but let his men fuck her until she was driven mad? The pain from her aching wrists and pussy told her that she had to escape as soon as she woke up, but this information only made the need more urgent. She could no longer return to heaven, but surely there was a monastery or a covenant where she could go and do penance for as long as it took to cleanse herself of this taint, she thought.
"It will be done my lord," the crone pledged. "Come back in an hour and we'll be ready to complete the bond."
"See that you are hag," he threatened before walking out and locking the door behind him.
"You can stop pretending to nap now deary," the hag said once Thraxusius' footsteps were no longer audible. "It's just us girls now." Laurelai hung there a few seconds longer before the demoness added "I can hear your pulse sweetheart. There's not a single thing you could ever hope to hide from me, the Grandame Mordrena. I've been devouring men since before an angel like you was even a cherub... I know all the tricks - even how to make this next part hurt more than it has to if you don't cooperate."
At the threat Laureli gave up the act and glared at the old demoness. Unlike the demon lord she was a full head shorter than the angel and was no physical threat, but if she was even half as old as she claimed, then Laurelai had no idea what dark magics she might have at her disposal. "You don't have to do this," the angel pleaded, trying to reason with the demon. "You could just--"
"You're right," Mordrena interrupted. She talked up to the angel and caressed her face with long sharp nails. Laurelai recoiled at her touch, but that didn't stop the ancient succubus from doing whatever she wanted. "I don't have to do anything, but I want to do this. I begged Lord Bel for the right to toy with you between rounds of him fucking my face, so if you think a few tears and a little begging will make me show a toy like you any mercy at all you're going to be terribly disappointed."
"And if you think I fear a withered old hag like you then you'll be equally disappointed," Laurelai spat back, but her heart was already beating quicker. If an obviously prideful demoness like this wanted to torment her badly enough beg and debase herself then she was in trouble, no matter what she said about it.
The crone didn't answer right away, she just smiled icily at the angel and then started laying out her tools. One by one she unpacked stained jars, dark vials, brushes, and finally - a handful of needles that were as long as her fingers but not much thicker than her hair. "Do you know what these are, angel?" Mordrena asked, bringing one over until it was close enough to Laurelai's eye that she flinched from the implied threat.
"Just another torture implement I'm sure," Laurelai answered defiantly.
"No," the crone purred, dragging the tip of the needle down the sensitive skin of Laurelai's chest lightly enough to raise goose bumps before suddenly piercing the underside of her breast not far from her nipple with it. "A soul needle isn't just another anything. It can be used to torture, but it's so much more than that. Perhaps this demonstration will help..." Laurelai was surprised that it barely hurt, but she was even more surprised when the ancient succubus moved her mouth to the nipple of her other breast and started sucking.
Laurelai let out a moan of pleasure almost immediately as the demoness' tongue expertly attacked the sensitive spot. She bit her lip trying to hold back the pleasure but just as soon as it started to feel amazing the succubus stopped, giving her a teasing look. "That's the normal reaction of pleasure you'd get from a born slut like you," Mordrena said, but after I've used a soul needle to change things around, it feels a little different..." The demoness finished talking by latching on to her other nipple and doing just what she'd done before - only this time Laurelai didn't moan in pleasure - she gasped in pain. The demoness wasn't biting her - she was sucking on her nipple just as delicately as she had the first time, now instead of feeling the little sparks of pleasure radiating through her body it felt like fiery embers of pain.
By the time she finally stopped Laurelai was gritting her teeth to resist the wave of agony. "That's not even the best part though," the demoness purred before biting down on her nipple hard. Fear of just how terrifying that pain would be after her needle amplified it shot through the angel but instead, she gasped as she was overcome by ecstasy. It only lasted a moment before Mordrena withdrew, but Laurelai was certain that if it had lasted longer, she would have cum from that sensation alone. "I can rewire every last part of how your body darling... and if you beg me, I'll make what happens next more pleasurable than you can imagine?"
"What happens next?" Laurelai asked, still panting.
The demoness picked up a brush and pointed it at Laurelai. "Next I'm going to mark you as my Lord's property of course. All he really asked for was that I make sure your womb is exclusively his until the end of time... That's too easy for an artist like me though, so I'm going to throw in a few optional extras free of charge."
"Extras?" Laurelai was confused, but also horrified. She was going to use her magic to make sure a piece of her belonged to a Demon Lord for the rest of her life? That's what they'd been talking about earlier?
"Of course." The succubus pulled out the needle and tossed it back with the others.
"Womb binding is so easy that on a canvas like your body I have to show off a bit. Curses of Masochism and Nympho mania seem like they'd be the perfect torment for a slut in denial like you but given how hard Lord Bel said he intends to use you, perhaps restorative orgasms or instantaneous arousal would be a better choice. I'll just have to see how things fit together once I get started. Glyphs like these can be very delicate." Laurelai was appalled. Each spell the demoness mentioned sounded worse than the last. The angel had to do something, but what? She racked her brain to figure out how she was going to sabotage this before she did something to her that made escape impossible.
