Revenge
Revenge
By: Nu-Klear
Angela shook her head as she slowly returned to consciousness. Opening her eyes slowly, she lifted her head and took in her surroundings as her eyes began to focus. The room was large, the walls made of stone, the floor was covered with a thick rug with a beautiful design, and the only furnishings in the room where a sink, toilet, bookcase and what appeared to either be a wide bench or a narrow bed. ~ What happened? Where am I? Last thing I remember? I left Elisa's apartment, going back to the castle, somebody screamed for help, went to help then? I was here! ~
When she pushed herself upright intent on getting to her feet, she froze and stared at herself as a blush crept up her face. Her clothes were gone, leaving her body completely exposed to the world. After a moment she caped her wings to keep some of her modesty intact, then noticed that she did have something on after all. On her wrists and ankles where wide metal bands that looked vaguely like manacles only they weren't attached to anything. After studying them for a moment she touched her throat to discover a metal band their as well.
With a growl her hands tried to get a grip on the band around her throat intent on ripping it off. Only to jump when an unknown voice carried into the room. "I wouldn't do that if I was you!"
Angela spun toward the voice, snarling, eyes glowing, and instinctively snapping her wings out. The young female gargoyle took in the human before her, he looked about twenty, appeared to be a few inches shorter then her, had platinum blond hair and was smiling appreciably at her.
"Holy Hell..." he muttered in a distracted tone before pushing the netting, that hung in the doorway, aside and stepping into the room. He casually leaned against the wall beside the doorway. "You look even more attractive awake!"
Angela followed his gaze to her naked body, blushed brightly, and quickly wrapped her wings back around herself. Once she was covered again she glared at the stranger. ~ Just great! Like I wasn't in a big enough problem, I got to go and give the kidnapper a peep show! ~
He gave her a disappointed expression before he shrugged away from the way and gave her an unpleasant grin. "Oh well... I suppose that we'll have plenty of time for that later." He approached her his hands in his pants pockets. "I can't express how much I've looked forward to meeting you, Angela? Do you mind if I call you Angela or do you prefer Angie?" The glare she leveled at him only made him shake his head and chuckle as he began to slowly circle her. "Anyway, welcome to here! I'm called Grendel and I went to a LOT of trouble to get you here so I hope you can at least tolerate the accommodations!"
As Grendel continued to circle Angela she watched him, turning her head to keep him in sight without risking an accidental wing movement revealing her body to him again. As he began his second trip around her he became very blatant about his examination of her.
As she watched his eyes slide over her body Angela felt her eyes begin to glow and slowly clenched her hands into fists.
He stopped behind her and tilted his head to the side with a smirk. ~ Looks like I will have to get the ball rolling, if this doesn't get a reaction Nothing will! ~
"With your looks I guess I can give up any hope of you being a virgin." He said as he reached out and ran his hand between her wings.
Her reaction was instantaneous she spun towards him, roaring, and swung her hand at his head with her talons out. Only to have her legs collapse as her rage filled roar changed to a pain filled shriek. She lay on her back, wings lying limply on the carpet beside her, as she lay unable to move from the pain.
"That reminds me," Grendel said his voice penetrating the haze of pain as he stepped into Angela's field of view "I haven't explained why you shouldn't mess with your new jewelry!" Squatting down so that he was right beside her he reached out and gently brushed some of her hair from her face and smiled sadly. "Let's start with their history. A sorcerer in return for paying off a substantial debt made them for a roman nobleman, which wished to ensure absolute loyalty from his 'servants'!"
"They are quiet simple actually," Grendel said running his fingertip gently along her eye-ridge "when they are put on they tie in to the subjects nervous system and apply direct stimulation to the subject through It. What you're feeling right now is what I call punishment level six."
As Grendel spoke he slowly stroked his finger down Angela's right cheek. "There are ten punishment levels in total each is worse then the pervious. Level one: verbal or mental objection - think or say anything negative about me, and it will make you feel like you pulled every muscle in your body then increase the pain for as long as the thought lasts."
Grendel's finger slid down the right side of her throat and traced her collarbone. "Level ten: murder of the controller - the pain is so bad your heart shreds itself." He reached the bottom of her collarbone, slid down until his finger rested on her nipple before cupping her right breast and beginning to kneed the firm satin flesh of the young female as his finger play with the hard nub of flesh at it's center.
Angela felt his hand on her breast gasped and squeezed her eyes closed as the pain changed to pleasure more intense as the pain had been, sending her senses spiraling. Angela's eyes opened wide as something warm and moist brush the skin of her left breast, when her eyes focused her breath caught in her throat. The human that had been kneeling beside her was gone, in his place was a huge wolf like creature.
It had silvery-white fur, a large wolf's tail, even though it was on its knees it was still as tall as she was standing, as she watched the creature lowered its head and gently brushed its tongue over her hardening nipple again. Looking past its head she felt her heart sink, as she saw a bit of reddish-pink flesh sticking out of it?s furry sheath.
"And this is what I call reward level three." the creature said, in a voice identical to Grendel's, as it raised its head from her chest favoring her with a smug look as it continued to fondle her breast. "The reward levels give pleasure for approved behavior. In other words behave how I want you too, you'll get lots of pleasure, and no more pain!"
As the pleasure continued to flood her senses, her mind raced trying to get a grasp on everything that had been happening to her. Angela's head snapped up as she suddenly felt something probing her womanhood, looking past where his hand still worked on her breast she saw him trying to insert a finger into her. Angela instinctively started to swing her tail at his arm in an attempt to knock his hand away from her sex, only to have her body go limp as the pain pulsed through her even more intense then it had previously had been. An instant later the pain was again replaced by magically produced pleasure as she felt his finger find its destination and slowly sink into her.
~ Well she's not a virgin, but not by much I'd say! ~ Grendel smiled at the young female below him, as he watched his finger sink into her depths. Leaning close to take a deep breath of her scent he glanced at her face, took in her contorted features, trembling body, and broke out in a full lupine grin before running the furry back of his thumb firmly across the nubbin of flesh at the top of her womanhood.
Instantly her back arched with a squeaky whimper, as her passage griped his finger tightly. Watching her neither-mouth quiver with orgasm as her body tremble and buck as the natural pleasure was greatly magnified by the magical pleasure, Grendel was hit by the wave of musk and pheromones her orgasm had released.
Grendel's eyes dilated as he involuntarily took a deep breath of them causing very primitive instincts to start pushing their way to the surface. Closing his eyes and taking another deep breath he leaned forward, slowly following the scent to its source. When his nose had lead him to the strongest area of the inciting aroma he opened his eyes to find himself looking into the moist folds of Angela's still quivering vagina. Bringing his nose so that it was almost touching her sex he inhaled deeply.
His eyes rolled and closed as his conscious mind was roughly shoved aside by instincts as old as life itself. With a plaintive whine his tongue snaked out and lightly stroked the slit of velvety lips. His eyes flicked forward at the gasp from the female, more important to him however was the increase of the taste and scent that had accompanied his action, he licked at the female again more firmly this time determined to get more of both from her.
Angela trembled as the after shocks of her orgasm flickered threw her body, its haze slowly clearing from her mind. Angela began to feel disgusted with herself, wondering what kind of person she was if this brought her to such an intense orgasm. She was distracted from her musing as something warm, moist, with a slightly rough texture lightly slid through the crevice between her legs. Starting right above her anus it traveled up into her neither-lips lightly caressing her inner lips before dragging over her clit before she lost contact with it, she gasped as the intruder?s passage set off an explosion of lights behind her eyes.
As she felt it begin its path again she looked at the large werewolf all but laying between her legs with his muzzle buried in her groin, pulled her legs back to her body and began to sit up to see what he was doing to her. Only to freeze as the hands that had been sitting on either side if her rear were suddenly wrapped around her hips. Their black claws each longer then Elisa's little finger pressed slightly into the violet skin of her belly as his head snap up slightly teeth bared, with a growl that would put any gargoyle to shame.
What she saw in those eyes both chilled her to the bone and sent a trill of excitement down her spine to center on the object of the beast's attention. Pure animalistic desire, an utter lack of conscious though, and a relentless refusal of being denied! The being holding her was running on pure instinct, totally separated from reason or feelings motivated by * NEED *! A need that she was all to aware of as the claws shrank into his fingers while he lowered his head to her hairless sex and his tongue began to gently caress the gathering moisture from the lips of her womanhood.
Angela's breathing began to quicken as she watched his tongue glide over her excited mound in increasingly faster and firmer strokes. When his tongue again stroked her clit, sending a burst of magically magnified pleasure burning through her body to slam into her mind hard enough to leave her seeing flashes of light, her arms went weak dropping her onto her side whimpering as the sensations continued to assault her senses.
The female's scent was making him dizzy as he continued to stimulate her. Her sudden movement startled him causing his to freeze for a second, his tongue resting on her clit. As he watched she fell back the raised knee of her left leg landed on his head, slid down it until the thigh rested almost against her belly, her wings and tail laying limply behind her. He watched the female lay half on her belly for a second to make that she wasn't trying to deny him before returning his attention to her now open sex. For what felt like an eternity his tongue repeatedly dug into the sensitive pink inner flesh of her sex, while the female slowly began to squirm and whimper, before his tongue penetrated into her inner cavern. Causing her body to arch with a snarl and her sex to be pushed into his muzzle as her hips began slightly rocking.
The large male whined at the female's actions, lifted himself onto fours as he pulled his tongue from her warm passage. Slowly he moved over the body of the female before lowering his body to lightly rest on hers as the pointed tip of his erect member came to rest in the mouth of her sex.
Angela felt his warm, rough tongue pull out of her as she felt him move from between her legs. When she felt something press against her moist heat as his weight settled onto her, she gasped and slowly turned her head to inspect the member that was pressing into her. When she saw it her eyes went wide in fright strong enough to override the magically produce pleasure.
She had once stumbled onto Brooklyn pleasuring himself in the library, at the time she had been convinced that he had to have the largest member in the world, it was nearly twice the size of the only male she had shared herself with. The memory of the pain that member had caused her when he thrust into her roughly and took only a few painful fast hard strokes before spilling into her, had left her with a fear towards the act. That had made the mere thought of Brooklyn inserting that monstrous 'thing' into her terrified her to her very core!
The member currently at her entrance left her wishing it were Brooklyn's, it appeared longer than her forearm, nearly as wide as all three of her talons held together, they were an even match for length but its shear width put the red skinned gargoyle's to shame. Desperate to spare herself from what was to come, no matter the pain, she tried closing her legs and covering herself with her tail. She bit the corner of her lip when she felt her limbs press into fur.
Eyes darting she realized that, do to her position, when he had 'mounted' her his left knee came to rest behind hers while his right knee had wound up under the thick base of her tail, effectively stopping them from blocking him. Quick glances confirmed her helplessness, his right hand rested on her wing struts pinning both wings to the carpet, his left hand resting on the back of her own and with her right arm trapped under her wings she would have to rip through them to free it. Looking up into the face of her attacker she felt a tear begin to slid down her cheek before burying her face into the carpet and began to silently cry.
His desire was pushed back slightly by the fear scent coming from the female beneath him. Even as primitive as his mind was at the moment, he knew something was wrong mating wasn't supposed to cause fear! Then a thought whispered from the back of his mind that he had to be slow and gentle while mating her until the fear was gone. The large male whimpered in a combination of anticipation and frustration, then began to lick from the base of her jaw to behind her ear trying to calm her fears as he hunched his lower back pressing his member lightly into the female.
Angela tear-streaked face contorted in anticipation of horrendous pain, when she felt his penis press into her defenseless vagina. As her neither-lips where slowly stretched around the head of his member she felt a slight twinge of pain as the thickness increased, but it was no where near as bad as she remembered it.
She had began to tremble when she suddenly felt her inner lips slide around the base of his gland and shrink to tightly grasp around his large shaft. Wide-eyed she felt it stretch her insides as his member slowly slide farther and farther into her. After a few moments the ache of its passage was joined by a growing pleasure as the size huge shaft that was obscenely stretching her passage made it impossible for her clit to avoid being pressed firmly into the sliding shaft.
By the time his hips pressed against her Angela breath rate had doubled, as he held himself inside her, his bulge resting against the lips of her sex he marveled at the moist tightness of the female as he waited for her to get used to his presents inside her. After a moment he felt her trembling slow and the fear beginning to fade from her scent. Whining he leaned down, ran his tongue across the side of her face again, nuzzled her cheek with the side of his muzzle, and began sliding out of her as slowly as he had entered.
Angela's mind was a whirling mass of confusion as she lay there feeling the warmth of his fur against her thighs, side, and rear as the base of his member rested against the mouth of her sex. Her mind chased her thoughts in a circle as the ache in her channel faded and the magical pleasure slowly reclaimed her. ~ This is wrong?! The pain? where is the pain? This is supposed to hurt! Why is this happening? Why aren't I fighting this? Why am I fighting this? Why doesn't this hurt? What is going on? This is wrong? isn't it? Then why doesn't it hurt like before? ~
Her musing was banished when he gently licked and caressed her face as he began to withdraw from her. Angela whimpered as her clit slid against the moist shaft, as her sex clung to his member as if trying to keep him from removing it from her womanhood's grasp, sending burning tongues of pleasure radiated out from her sex through her body. Turning her head she looked at him, her lip still between her teeth, her face a mask of confusion as he neared her entrance.
Feeling the head of his head shaft press against the inside of her inner lips she couldn't understand what he was doing, until he reversed direction, pushing himself back into her faster than the first time. Angela's breath caught in her throat as he slid smoothly into her again, sending a more intense burst of pleasure burning its way through her body. When she felt his base touch the outside of her lips again, he changed direction and began pulling his member from her depths without pause.
He had nearly reached inner lips again when her half-closed eyes clenched shut and her face contorted an instant before her eyes snapped open flaring crimson, her head tilted back and shrieked, as her tail wrapped around his hips and her passage clenched down on his shaft. Feeling her passage grip his shaft as she shrieked he yelped in surprise and pushed himself back into her in one fast stroke. Feeling her tail tighten around him, her hips jerk against him and hearing a small whimpering moan, he began stroking into the female with a more natural rhythm.
Angela shrieked as the waves of pleasure exploded through her mind, distantly she felt her hips jerking and her tail squeezing something, then her passage was filled again and another explosion of pleasure left her reeling. He suddenly began increasing his pace within her, every stroke rocked her body slightly causing her breasts to rub against the carpet, and his furry chest to rub against the base of her left wing. Soon all Angela was aware of was the bombardment of pleasure on her senses. The soft fur on the firm body rubbing against her sweaty skin, the feel of the carpet brushing her nipples, the maddening feel of his fur on the base of her wing, and finally the constant stimulation his shaft was giving her clit. And above it all a ball of pressure in her chest that expanded like a balloon within her with every sensation as the pace of his strokes increased.
Suddenly she felt his hands released her limbs each taking a firm grip on her upper body one on her left breast the other on her right shoulder while his arms pressed into her 'sides'. He pushed forward driving his shaft into her again, but when the bulge reached her lips he did not stop, rather continued to press forward into her. Angela's eyes widened when she felt herself being stretched wider as what she had thought was the base of his shaft began to enter her.
Suddenly she felt her sex go taunt its limits reached as the piece of flesh slid past allowing her entrance to shrink back to its previous size, trapping his member within her. As the knot of flesh slid into her the member within her seemed to grow and began to jerk. When she felt something hot and moist splatter against the back of her passage, the pressure that had been growing in her chest seemed to explode, showering her mind with sensations so intense they whited out her senses.
The male rubbed his cheek against her's and pressed himself into her as his seed repeatedly jetted into her depths. As the last tremor of his orgasm died away and his breathing started to return to normal, Grendel's instincts settled back into reason began to resurface. He looked at Angela's blank unseeing stare, closed his eyes and silently cursed himself a fool, listening to her breath come in hitched gasps. A moment later he felt her body shutter and begin to shift under him. Any second he expected her to psychically and/or verbally attack him, and he was prepared to accept the abuse, as it was the least he deserved. However he wasn't prepared to feel her talons gently slid through the fur of his cheek.
Angela's senses slowly returned to her. First was sound letting her hear the whining yelps from them male above her, then came feeling allowing her to feel the final jerks of the member that kept time with his yelps. Next came smell driving the mixture of both of their scents and arousal into her still over stimulated mind. Then came taste making her aware of the combination of her sweat and his saliva on her lips, finally her vision returned first only a blurry mix of colors, which slowly came into slowly came into focus as she blinked her eyes.
As she felt herself come down from the pleasure it felt like the energy was draining from her body with it. Tiredly Angela turned her head to look at Grendel, shuttering as his fur rubbed against the sensitive areas of her back as her body shifted position, and frowned in confusion at the expression on his face making him look like a beaten puppy. Smiling slightly at that thought she reached up and ran her fingers through the fur on his cheek with a whispered question. "Why...?"
Grendel's eyes snapped open and looked at the curious and confused expression in her sleep clouded eyes. He stared into them for several seconds before he could bring himself to speak. "I'm sorry... this isn't what I had planned..." he trailed off as her hand gently slid down the side of his muzzle.
"S'oka..." Angela muttered as her eyes drifted close, and she fell asleep before she could even finish the word.
Grendel shook his head sadly, shifted his position carefully so not to hurt either of them by pulling on his member, and gently lifted her off the ground. He looked down at the sleeping form reclining against his torso, his arm supporting her back and hand under the back of her thighs. He frowned at the loose wing hanging limply to the ground, just begging to be tripped on, before lifting it by the strut and draping it over her covering her nude body.
"Somehow luv, I doubt you will still feel that way when you're not still on a pleasure high...!" he said in a morose whisper as he walked out of the room, neither noticing nor caring about the wide metal bands lying empty and forgotten on the floor.
~*-*~
Demona's mansion
3 minutes after sunrise
Ring Ring Riiiinnnngggg
Demona growled in annoyance, as the doorbell rang. No sooner had she finished her transformation then it had started buzzing. Pushing a button on a panel on the wall a monitor light up show the security camera feed from her gate. Demona stared at the empty screen for a moment, before pressing another button switching to the camera at her front door and snared in rage. Although the camera showed no one at the door a videocassette sat in front of her door.
As Demona walked to her door, muttering about what she was going to do to company that had installed her security system. Opening the front door she looked for whoever had been at her door, seeing no one she examined the tape lying on her doorstep. It appeared to be perfectly normal videotape, picking it up carefully she stepped back inside.