Angel, Part 3

“I have to run some errands. Just hang around until I get back.” Tanith said with a sinister smirk as she left the apartment.

Vesna didn’t say anything in response… because she couldn’t. Tanith had run a large spike through her body, entering through her vagina, exiting out of her mouth, and suspended the spike from the ceiling. Chains ran through the bottom of the spike between her legs to connect her wrists. Her wings were on full display – one still bald – with large hooks bearing heavy weights suspended from the tips. Every breath gurgled blood out of her mouth adding to the crimson tint already covering her body. Tears of blood ran down her cheeks, as he body had no other fluid to give. Her eyes closed in an attempt to force herself to sleep through pain.

“Why did you give your will to that creature?” An angelic voice asked. Vesna opened her eyes and looked around the room to see who the voice belonged to, but she was alone. She closed her eyes again. “Of all the things in creation that you could have bound your will to, why someone who only wants to torture you?” The voice inquired.

“I can endure it.” Vesna said in her mind, the apparent source of the voice.

“If you stayed where you were, you might have escaped with your will in-tact. They would have been no worse to you than she is.” The voice stated.

“She suffers worse than I.” Vesna said. She chuckled at the thought, but it came out as a sickening gurgle around the spike.

“It appears to me like she is out enjoying herself, and she left you here in agonizing pain.” The voice rebuked.

“It’s not that kind of suffering. I can help her.” Vesna said. The spike started to migrate through her as her body was attempting to eject the foreign object. She started to rise up the spike, but her ascent halted with the clang of the chains running between her legs.

“You might have been able to help her before you gave up your free will. Now you can do nothing to her that she does not desire.”

“Her hold on my will is not as strong as father’s. I can try.” Vesna said. The pain of the moving spike inside her cause her to scream and spit more blood into the air.

“Why her? Why not any of the other demons, or angles for that matter, that tortured you while you were prisoner at the club?”

“They hurt me for pleasure. She hurts me for something else; she’s working something out. I can see it in her soul.” Vesna answered. She pulled her wings up, lifting against the waits to drive herself further down on the spike, as was Tanith’s desire. She let out a loud cry of pain.

Vesna could hear the door open. The voice stopped responding to her.

“Don’t you hate when a date no-shows?” Tanith said. She stood under the little angle, undid her wrist cuffs, and left the chain dangling from the end of the spike. She gripped Vesna’s hips and ripped her down the length of the spike, pulling the chain and cuffs through the girl’s body in the process.

Vesna dropped in a heap on the floor as blood flowed profusely from her mouth and vagina. The weights fell off the tips of her wings from the impact, and they recoiled into her back. The little angle twitched in pain.

Tanith knelt in the blood. She stroked her hand along the little girl’s side. “Feel better now that it’s out?” She asked. Vesna couldn’t tell if the question was mocking or genuine, but nodded anyways. Vesna started to mouth a question, as she was still unable to speak from the intense internal damage, but Tanith’s finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. “Don’t speak” Tanith instructed in a calm sedate voice. “Don’t heal yet.”

The demon scooped up the destroyed little girl and brought her to the bedroom. She laid Vesna out on the bed on her side, apparently not caring about bloodstains on the sheets. She climbed into the bed and laid behind the angel; she wrapped her arm over her and held her. Tanith kissed the back of Vesna’s neck, just over the tattoo that was still healing. “It will be better soon.” Tanith whispered.

“This is all she wanted all that time.” Vesna thought. “All those eons in hell, all she wanted was to be comforted.” Vesna hopped that the voice was still listening to her thoughts, but doubted it. Her body twitched from pain, more so when her chest heaved with whimpers. Vesna cried despite the pain, not because of it.

Tanith lowered her hand to Vesna’s lap. Her finger slowly caressed over Vesna’s abused mound, which naturally, led to Vesna jerking her hips away. “It’s ok… I’m done hurting your for now.” Tanith said in a soothing voice, though her message was not exactly comforting. Vesna steadied her hip, and the demon resumed slowly stroking over her mound. She pressed her fingertip against Vesna’s underdeveloped hood and rubbed against it in small circles.

“Does it hurt?” Tanith asked. Vesna gave a little half-shrug. “It hurts a little from the spike?” She asked and Vesna nodded. “Does it feel good too?” Tanith asked. Vesna took a second to answer, but eventually nodded. Tanith moved her finger a little lower, and pressed between Vesna’s lips. She stroked the length of her finger against Vesna’s clit.

Vesna shivered and twitched from building arousal and lingering pain. She moaned and gurgled out a cry in the same breath. Tanith flicked the pad of her finger against the little nub, each of her little movements amplified up Vesna’s spine. She strummed her fingers across Vesna’s now popped nub. She changed nothing about her pace or actions for nearly half an hour as Vesna’s body reacted with increasing levels of pain and pleasure. Vesna finally moaned in orgasm, but that morphed into a scream of pain as the tension in her muscles burned her damaged insides.

“Shh. I’ll let you heal in the morning” was all that Tanith said in response to her pain-slave’s first orgasm. The demon held the angel girl and drifted to sleep.

“Is she worth it?” The voice asked.

“Yes.” Vesna thought. She didn’t sleep – she laid there and let the demon hold her.