Angel, Part 2

“I… what?” Vesna was distracted from her own miserable situation by the sign she saw from the passenger seat of Tanith’s car. “How the hell did they even come up with that idea?”

Tanith turned her head and raised a brow at Vesna. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Tanith said as she returned her attention to the road.

“The signs back there said ‘God Hates Homosexuals’ and ‘Homosexuality is a sin’. How did they even get that idea?” Vesna turned away from the window to look at her owner.

“I don’t know. It might have something to do with almost all the muses being banished to hell.” Tanith responded with a smug smirk. “Humans have no idea what Dad actually wanted because we weren’t there to tell them.” She returned her attention to driving in time to avoid hitting someone in a crosswalk.

Vesna sat silently for a moment. Both angels, fallen and otherwise, had hidden their wings. Vesna was dressed what amounted to a loincloth with nothing covering her chest. The mark around her neck was visible only to Tanith once they left the club. “Is that why you want me to suffer? For revenge?”

“I want you to suffer because I want to do something with my own free will.” Tanith calmly said.

“We don’t have free will.” Vesna commented.

“You don’t anymore, but you did.” Tanith sighed. “You didn’t feel it? When dad and our brother killed each other, you didn’t feel the freedom?”

“Not really. I was captured right after.” Vesna said. Her depression was apparent in her voice.

“What was your place, before dad died?” Tanith tried to change the subject.

“I eased suffering in the faithful.” Vesna said. She slowly started to chuckle. It took a few seconds longer for the irony to hit Tanith.

“I guess you’re pretty much fucked then.” Tanith said with a laugh.

“I guess so.” Vesna said. She sighed and the amusement slowly drained from her face. “I don’t want this, Master”

“Ten thousand years of constant torture has bled the compassion from me.” Tanith said, as she pulled into the parking structure under a large apartment building. She got out of the car, and led Vesna through the halls and stairways of the building to a lavish penthouse suite.

“This is a bit…ostentatious.” The young angel commented as she looked around the decadently appointed home. “You live here?”

Tanith gave Vesna a look. “Of course I live here.” She rolled her eyes and ripped the loincloth from the girl’s body. The small angelic girl quickly moved her hands to cover her mound in an attempt at modesty. “Lay on the floor.” Tanith commanded and Vesna complied; she laid with her belly against the cold tile floor.

“What are you doing?” Vesna asked. She tried to watch what Tanith was doing, but found it hard with her cheek pressed against the floor.

Tanith pulled a metal case out of a closet and set it down next to Vesna’s head. She straddled the small of the little girl’s back and opened the case. “I’m marking you. Humans can’t see the collar.” She some wet wipes out of the case and cleaned a spot on the Vesna’s nape.

Vesna started to squirm under Tanith. “Father doesn’t…” she started to say.

Tanith gripped the back of the girl’s head and pushed her face hard against the floor. “Father is dead. What he wants doesn’t matter anymore.” Tanith held the girl in place and brought a tattoo gun against Vesna’s neck. Vesna, who was silently weeping by then, jerked when the needle first touched her skin. Tanith pulled the gun away. “I don’t understand. I literally cooked you from the inside not two hours ago, and you are more resistant to a tattoo than that?”

Vesna squirmed between Tanith’s legs. “This stings more” was all she managed as a reply. Tanith rolled her eyes and held the girl down. The demon pressed the needle against Vesna’s skin and slowly drew a pattern in black ink. “Can we stop for now?” Vesna asked in a weak voice.

“This really is worse for you than torture?” Tanith said as she pulled the tattoo gun away from Vesna’s skin. Vesna rubbed her face against the floor, which Tanith accepted as a nod. She climbed off the girl, and sat cross-legged on the floor. “Alright, get on your knees.”

Vesna pushed herself to her knees. She faced Tanith and kept her knees pressed together for a bit of modesty. “Thank you for your mercy, Mistress.” She said.

“This isn’t mercy. I’m just not in the mood to torture you right now; if I was I would dismember you, not tattoo you.” Tanith corrected the angel slave. “You know, humans get these for fun.” Vesna nodded and Tanith once again rolled her eyes. She got up off the floor and left the room for a moment. She tossed a bottled water at Vesna. “Drink.”

Vesna tried to pour the water into her mouth, but nothing came out.

“For fuck sake, you have to open it. Twist the top.” Tanith said and sat on a sofa. Vesna hesitantly turned the cap. She tried drinking again, this time she was successful.

Vesna pointed to the back of her neck and asked, “Hoe much longer?”

“The line work is done. I can shade it later.” Tanith answered. She arched her back to lift her ass from the sofa and pulled her pants off. Vesna diverted her eyes from the stripping demon. “Don’t be such a prude; you’re a sex slave.” Vesna squirmed on the floor. “You haven’t ever had sex, have you?”

“No, Mistress.” Vesna answered.

“How were you property of a sex dungeon and still stayed a virgin?” Tanith asked. She pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her, and Vesna moved to kneel there. Tanith spread her legs, her clean-shaven mound was right in front of Vesna’s eyes; she couldn’t help but gaze into it.

“They just wanted to hurt me.” Vesna said. Tanith put her hand on the back of Vesna’s head, and pulled her in; she rested the little girl’s head on her inner thigh.

“How boring.” Tanith said. She lifted her hips to press her mound against Vesna’s face, and slowly gyrated; she was masturbating with the girl’s face as a toy. She left little smears of moisture on Vesna’s face.

Vesna thrashed for a moment against the sudden grinding against her face. She tried to push herself away from Tanith’s vulva but the demon’s hold was steadfast. She relented to her treatment with a pathetic whimper.

Tanith looked down at the little girl with a grin. “Use your tongue.” She ordered. Vesna opened her mouth and jutted out her tongue. The action wasn’t entirely voluntary – she felt a compulsion to follow the command. Vesna held her tongue rigid while Tanith rocked her hips against the stiff muscle.

Tanith settled herself into the sofa. She released Vesna’s head; the girl stayed still with her tongue pressed against Tanith’s labia. Tanith reached down and spread her lips to give Vesna access. “Lick the throbbing hard thing at the top.”

“This is wrong.” Vesna said, with her tongue out.

“Even father didn’t oppose oral sex… and you don’t have to keep your tongue against my pussy if you need to talk.”

“I shouldn’t be doing this, this is wrong.” Vesna said. A tear rolled down her cheek into the accumulated wet on her chin.

“I don’t care.” Tanith growled out.

Vesna’s jaw quivered. She leaned in again, her tongue poked out and she lapped the tip of it over Tanith’s clit. She started to flick against her owner’s hard nub, each little impact sending a shock of tension through Tanith’s body. The demon let out a little moan from the slowly building pleasure in her loins.

Tanith held the little girl’s head in place as the heat of her pleasure built against the tongue pleasing her. Her muscles burned and radiated heat. The little angle kept dutifully flicking her tongue over the nub repeatedly. Tanith’s legs tightened around Vesna’s head as the older demon let loose a wicked moan and her body rocked in climax. Tanith rocked her hips against Vesna’s face, spreading her wet and driving herself through her climax.

Tanith’s convulsions slowly ended, and her legs opened to release the little girl between them. Vesna looked up at Tanith, her face covered in wet and a few tears. “May I clean myself?”

Tanith sighed. “Yeah. The shower is through there; shampoo conditioner, body wash, and feather conditioner are on the rack.”

Vesna nodded at Tanith. “Thank you, Mistress.” She said and crawled to the bathroom.