After the first day in the gardens things calmed down, but only a little. Laurelai still spent the majority of every day being used and abused. It was an endless stream of pleasure and depravity, punctuated only by short bouts of rest and the occasional visit from Lord Bel, to gloat about how far she had fallen. His visits weren't even the worst part though. The worst part was that she enjoyed it. She enjoyed even the most awful things that were done to her, and the more painful and humiliating they were, the more explosive the resulting orgasm was. Every day she hated herself for not fighting back a little more, and every morning she woke up cramped from her awkward position. The pain did nothing to distract her from a growing need inside her. More than all the other aches, the ache to be fucked always screamed the loudest.
In the morning before the garden's opened and in the evening after they'd closed their perverted sexual playground for the night a group of succubi would wander the area, checking on Lord Bel's breeding stock to make sure they were healthy. Their check ups were incredibly embarrassing as they touched and probed their charges while they healed them. Enduring a demonic orgy every day was as hard on the body as it was on the soul though, and the last thing that Thraxusius wanted was to let any of the women he'd stolen off with a clean death until after their souls had been hopelessly soaked in darkness, and all of their wombs had been used to build his army.
That was her life no, and after a week it started to become practically routine. At least until one day, after an endless stream of pain and debauchery, the succubus that came to after the gong rang wasn't the usual demon that came to soothe her hurts. This one was a younger demoness that actually wore clothes, and had a bust size that you might actually find on a human. In her haze of lust after being used so recently like a rag doll, it took a moment for Laurelai to put her finger on what was so jarring about the demoness. It was only when she got close enough to do a small bow and Laurelai could only see the hint of cleavage that she put two and two together. It wasn't the clothing or the apple sized breasts, it was that this demoness was the first succubus she'd ever met that looked decent. After a week of experiencing the most shocking excesses that hell could provide, this was a new one for her.
"My lord bids me to ask how you're enjoying his hospitality, and asks that you join him for dinner this evening," the demoness
"You can tell him that all I want to feast on is more cock," Laurelai murmured, simultaneously ashamed that she'd said such an awful thing, and hopeful that she could shock the prim young succubus that seemed to be Lord Bel's page or messenger. The truth was that even after the fucking stopped each night she still craved it for half an hour afterwards. She could tell from the moans and pleas of the now mostly pregnant nuns that she wasn't alone in that, but it took some time before Laurelai's sense of self loathing kicked in enough to sap her lust completely.
"He thought that you might say that," the demoness answered, unphased by her impudence, "So he has given me the authority to offer you a great gift. You may have any small thing within reason in return for your attendance and good behavior at tonight's banquet. In return for his generosity, you won't try to escape and he won't chain you down all evening as entertainment for his guests."
The offer intrigued Laurelai, but it was almost certainly too good to be true. "What if I demanded that he free me then?" she asked skeptically. If she was skeptical of the offer though, the idea that they'd leave her unchained was even more dubious. The demon Lord would never be stupid enough to do that. As soon as they let her off of the leash she would find some way to escape.
"I think we can all agree that your freedom would be no small thing," the demoness answered guardedly. That at least was a true statement and it forced the angel to focus more on the conversation taking place.
"What if I demanded not to be on display for your sick enjoyment any longer then?" Laurelai tried a new angle. At least they weren't promising to free her. She knew that would never happen.
"But being on display is your purpose," the succubus pivoted again, smiling. "Even tonight is about showing you off."
"Why would I agree to whatever terrible new game you're playing if you can do nothing for me? Laurelai spat back, getting annoyed with this little back and forth. Now that she'd lost her afterglow all the aches and pains of another rough day were making themselves known.
"Nothing?" the demoness pouted. "That's hardly fair. You're just being unreasonable. If you wanted a break I'm sure that my Lord would give you a day off to relax and appreciate his generosity." Now that her fresh bruises were starting to throb, the idea of a break did sound tempting, even if it was in some way validating their control and ownership of her which certainly wasn't the case.
"A day. I want a whole day so that I..." Laurelai announced before she caught herself. "No - I want the pleasure gardens closed for a whole day. I want my fellow warriors to share in my respite. That's my condition. The only way I'll ever do anything for Thraxusius is if it benefits them.
"Granted," the demon lords servant said, moving quickly forward and forcing a kiss on Laurelai that the angel didn't return because of surprise more than anything. With the warmth from the demoness' tongue a wave of magic washed through Laurelai which was impossible to miss.
"What did you do to me?" The angel asked as soon as she twisted free of the kiss.
"Do to you?" the succubus smiled. "All I did was seal our agreement with a minor geas. You agree to be a good little angel and attend my master's dinner, and in return for that your nuns will get a day's rest. All thanks to you. The demoness didn't bother to tie her down or secure her. She just produced a key and started to unlock the wood shackles that had held Laurelai for days on end.
Her first thought was to escape, but as soon as she started to tense her legs and the powerful muscles of her wings a jolt of pain shot through her that was so severe that Laurelai almost fell to her knees.
"Muscle cramp?" The succubus asked wryly, as Laurelai looked up at her in alarm. What had this little bitch done to her she wondered. For a second she wanted to reach for the demon and hurt her until she told Laurelai everything, but as soon as she felt the pain beginning she stopped herself again. Attacking Lord Bel's messenger, or even wanting to attack her almost certainly counted as misbehavior and the angel had no desire to feel that shock again any time soon.
The demoness began to walk away and Laurelai had to hurry to catch up. Suddenly she felt like she was attached to the smaller woman by a painful yet invisible leash. Laurelai knew what a geas was of course, she'd been dispatched from heaven to deliver powerful ones to whole cities on occasion, but she'd never had one inflicted on her before.
"You called this a minor geas?" Laurelai muttered skeptically, deeply annoyed that she was being forced to cooperate with the demoness after such a dirty trick.
"Even a minor geas can be terrifyingly powerful," the succubus answered, not turning back. "The minor just means it's only good for a day or two. I could have inflicted you with a geas powerful enough to affect you for a year and a day, but my Lord Bel would much rather see you broken than chained."
"So why did he--" Laurelai started to ask.
"Enough chit-chat," The succubus interrupted. "We've got an awful lot to do before tonight's festivities, and only a little time to do it in. We've absolutely got to do something about your hair and the way you smell before we get you into a dress though." Laurelai wanted to answer. She wanted to follow up or dispute what the demoness was ordering her to do, and most of all she wanted to ask about the dress, but instead she followed meekly, cursing herself for ever agreeing to this demonic bargain.
