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The sun grew low in the western sky, shadows stretching across the lands, the light becoming ruddy as dusk approached. The men of the Army of Light milled about in quiet anticipation, occasionally glancing up at the balcony far above, at first in simple curiosity and now with increasing impatience.
"Here now," said one as he tilted his head back and looked upwards, shading his eyes from the late afternoon sun. "What do you suppose is taking so bloody long?"
"Aw, you know how women prattle on if you let 'em," said another. "What's your hurry?"
"I want to get out of this infernal place before nightfall, that's what," said the first.
The second laughed. "What, your scared or something?"
"Actually ... yes. Dreadful place this is."
The second paused. "Yeah, I don't like it either, come to think of it."
Silence for a few moments.
"You know," said the first. "I can't believe I did it."
"Did what?" asked the second.
"You know ... slaying all those foul beasts from the netherworld. Huh. Get one of those comin' at me in a dark alley and I'd take off, I would."
"Hrm. Yeah, same here. Strange, innit?"
"Yeah. Like we were, I dunno ... inspired, or something."
The second soldier furrowed his brow. "Must've been that angel, you know?"
The first nodded. "Well, then I wish she'd hurry up and get back down here."
The second nodded agreement, and the two of them looked up towards the balcony.
The angel Joy lay on the floor of the chamber, softly whimpering and sobbing. Her clothing had been stripped from her body, leaving her embarrassingly naked. She struggled constantly with the thick ropes that bound her wrists together behind her back. She winced as she tried to flex her wings, but they were held fast as well, pinned against her back by more rope that coiled around her torso and crossed in an "X" between the soft mounds of her breasts. As she writhed, she kept her legs tightly closed, knowing full well it would take but a firm hand to part them, for each leg had the ankle lashed to the thigh with straps of leather. She could not even cry out for mercy, for they had torn her petticoats into strips and used them to tie a gag around her head, wedging it tightly in her mouth.
The Princess smiled as she walked a slow circle around Joy, the angel looking up at her with fearful eyes. "Sorry to have to do this, Joy," Sarah said with a sly grin. "But I doubt you'll sit still for it. Now, let's see ... We should start with something small, something to get you nice and wet."
The angel closed her eyes and moaned, turning her eyes away and blushing, her legs clamping even more tightly together.
Princess Sarah looked up at the guards, who looked blankly back. "Hrm. I doubt either of you know how to do it properly," she muttered. "Gods, I am going to have /so/ much to teach you idiots. There's more to sex than just using your cocks, you know."
The two guards exchanged a confused look.
The Princess rolled her eyes. "Oh, never mind! I'll handle this first one myself. Now, if you would," she said, grinning evilly. "Open her up."
Joy gasped and tried to wriggle away, but the guards took only a moment to step drop to kneeling positions on either side of her, grab a knee each, and wrench her legs apart. Joy uttered a despairing cry as her virgin sex was exposed.
Princess Sarah caressed the insides of Joy's milky-smooth thighs with her hands, feeling the angel tremble at her touch. She chuckled. "And I'll bet you still think this is going to hurt in some way, don't you?"
The angel just stared at her with glazed eyes.
The Princess gave Joy a smirk. "Believe me, honey, you're going to be feeling anything but hurt after this."
Princess Sarah lowered herself over the angel's helpless intimate regions, sliding her hands up the insides of Joy's thighs until the fingertips reached the outer edges of her sex. Joy's body shook as the Princess gently probed them, reaching towards the inner folds and parting them, revealing the pink flesh beyond. Princess Sarah smiled and lowered her face, extending her tongue to the now exposed womanhood.
Joy drew in her breath in a sudden, shuddering gasp, her eyes flying open, as she felt the warm, wet tongue touch her where nothing but her underthings had ever touched her before. The Princess played the tip of her tongue very lightly, teasing the flesh, coaxing the angel's nub into arousal. Slowly, the Princess grew bolder, licking furtively at the reluctant womanhood, until it finally began to swell in excitement.
Joy moaned loudly, her body overwhelmed by the new sensations that were reverberating through it. The feelings were completely unfamiliar to her, and she was shocked at how they suffused her mind and pushed out all other thoughts.
Now the Princess pressed further, swirling her tongue around the knob of aroused flesh. The sheer pleasure that was radiating from Joy's nether regions was exquisite, far more than anything she had felt before.
The Princess paused, lifting her head. She replaced her tongue with a fingertip, rubbing at the now slippery and glistening womanhood with a quick, circular motion. "Ooo, now that's much better," the Princess cooed. "Didn't take look for you to get wet, now did it?"
Joy moaned again, tilting her head back, panting as the pleasurable sensations in her sex began to rise, hardly able to get her mind to think of anything else. Now she at least understood why the Princess never seemed to notice anything else going on around her when she was fully engaged in her trysts.
Princess Sarah grinned and turned her hand to stroke the whole of the angel's intimate folds, her finger covered with the fluids of Joy's arousal. She curled her finger and let the fingertip slip down to the entrance to Joy's portal, and discovered that she could go no further. The angel's tunnel was still closed to her.
Princess Sarah laughed. "That figures," she said with a smirk. "Better take care of this straight away. Now, hold still."
Joy lifted her head and gave the Princess a puzzled look. A moment and a flick of the Princess' finger later, she felt just a very small twinge as something gave way just at the opening to her intimate tunnel. When it finally dawned on the angel what had just happened, she uttered a short gasp.
"Now we can have some fun," the Princess said.
She lowered her face to the angel's sex and lashed at her womanhood with abandon. Joy felt the extraordinary sensations begin again, this time joined by one, then two fingers slipping past her portal, sliding in and out of her in time to the Princess tongue. Princess Sarah pressed her mouth against the tender flesh, drawing the nub between her lips, sucking it gently at first, then harder. Joy soared upwards, her pleasure mounting higher and higher, until it became unbearable. Yet the Princess only ministered to her more, licking at her faster, thrusting fingers into her harder.
And then, it was as if a dam had burst.
Abruptly, Joy felt a throbbing in her sex, each pulse sending another wave of pleasure through her even more exquisite than she had been feeling before. Throb after throb, wave after wave, crashing through her virgin body, making her utter muffled cries against her gag. And through it all, all her barely coherent thoughts were filled with questions like: Is this normal? Is this what mortals felt when they had sex? Is is really this intensely pleasurable? Surely this was not true!
Finally, reluctantly, her climax faded. Princess Sarah drew back slowly, grinning at the angel.
"And that, my dear Joy," the Princess said as she licked her lips clean. "Was just the beginning ..."
The bloated, crimson sun sank ever downward to the horizon, its failing warmth pushed back by the encroaching cool of evening. Overhead, the skies deepened to indigo towards the east as night's blanket slowly swept across the heavens.
"Think we should send someone up there?" asked a soldier, jerking his head towards the Tower.
"What for?" snapped a second, having been interrupted gathering wood for a fire.
"It's been a bloody long time, that's what for!"
"And how do you propose we get up there? Fly?"
The first soldier frowned. "Do I look like an idiot? We go through the front door, that's what."
"And get crushed by those boulders? Not likely!"
The first one cast a sullen look towards the front of the Tower. "F'rgot about that," he muttered. "But, wait, didn't the King's Champion get past it?"
"Yeah, but he's the King's Champion, now, wasn't he? They're s'posed to get past those things. Now stop gabbing like an idiot and help me with the fire."
The soldier sighed. He glanced over to the others, where they huddled nervously around several other fires that were already feebly crackling and spitting. They looked anxiously through the darkening dusk, jumping at the hoot of an owl or the flap of a bat's wings.
"Better get back soon," he grumbled. "Don't know why I ever joined this army in the first place. Bloody stupid place to be at night."
"No, no, you stupid oaf!" Princess Sarah snapped. "Didn't you learn anything when you 'raped' me earlier? Lean forward more ... hips up more ... up, you idiot! ... a little to the left ... argh, no, your /other/ left ..."
Joy uttered a high pitched shriek.
"There! Right there!" the Princess cried. "Now keep at it!"
The angel was pinned under one of the enormous, barrel-chested guards, her breasts just touching the bare skin of his chest. Her legs were splayed far apart, the guard's thick manhood stabbing her portal with quick, deep thrusts. As it slid into her, she felt it rub the knob of tender flesh that was her womanhood, and now she felt as if she were going mad with the intense paroxysms of pleasure that shot through her body.
When she had been forced to accept him inside her, she had tried desperately to get away, tears pouring from her eyes, wanting to beg the Princess for mercy. Despite having had such pleasure inflicted upon her moments before, she could not see past this utterly gross violation of her body. But when the firm, wide girth of his erect organ slid into her tunnel, she had gasped at the incredible feeling it generated. The Princess' fingers had not filled her like this, had not touched every part of her tunnel like this.
And now that the Princess had guided the guard properly, she was again overwhelmed by the sensations that emanated from her intimate regions again, striking her harder than what the Princess had done to her. On moments before she had been fearful that the great brute would tear her, that his great manhood would be like a knife inside her. But now, with him touching the sensual nub of her sex, each thrust drove her body mad with the excruciatingly slow rise of her pleasure. As the guard pounded his hips down against her faster and faster, her breath became a pant, and her struggles faded.
Never had the angel thought it was like this! Never had she thought that coupling in this manner was so wonderfully pleasing!
The Princess laughed softly and sat down in the Throne. She languidly turned in her seat and draped one leg over an armrest. She pulled at the bottom of her dress, lifting it and exposed her damp sex. "Watching you is doing wonders for me, Joy," she said huskily as she draped a hand over her intimate regions and began to slow stroke the aroused flesh.
Joy barely heard her, uttering another shriek as she crested up and over into a second, throbbing climax.
The men of the Army of Light huddled closely around their meager fires, partially to keep warm, and partially out of fear as the last light of dusk faded from the western hills, darkness settling in around them like a cloak.
"We should leave this place, if you ask me!" declared one of the soldiers.
"But the angel Joy is still up in the Tower with the Princess!" another replied.
"Oh, sod off! We've been waiting here too long. Do you know what manner of evil creatures stalk these accursed lands at night?"
"What? You mean even more awful creatures than we killed?"
"What if we did not truly kill them?" a third soldier piped nervously.
"Of course we killed 'em!" the first one declared. Then, uncertainty creeping into his voice, "Er ... didn't we?"
Silence.
"You know, that dragon still looked like he had a little life left in him after I drew my sword from him," muttered someone.
"And that demon wasn't oozing black ichor all that badly," added another.
"What was the King thinking?" cried a third. "Sending the lot of us to face all that? Daft is what it was!"
A murmur of agreement through the ranks.
"So it's agreed, we leave this place!" the first soldier said. A chorus of agreeing shouts greeted this declaration.
"And head back through where all those creatures we fought are?" someone said.
Brooding silence again fell among the men.
"Er .. well ..." stammered the first. "I guess ... we could wait a little longer. I mean ... it's not so bad here, is it?"
A general shaking of heads.
"Yes, that's what we'll do. We'll wait until ... ah ... until the angel is done with whatever it is she's doing."
"Close your lips a little more tightly around it, Joy," Sarah said with a grin. Having shed her dress, she stood naked just off to the side of the angel, her legs parted enough for her to lay a hand upon her sex, stroking her aroused womanhood slowly, her other hand laying lightly upon Joy's bobbing head. "And now suck gently ... make sure your tongue is pressed against it ... take it deeper, Joy ... there, perfect."
Joy panted through her nose as she knelt before the other guard, her legs having been freed from the leather straps. Her gag had also been lifted from her, only to be replace with the massive, erect manhood of the guard before her. Under her parted thighs, the first guard had insinuated his beefy hand over her intimate regions, his thick fingers stroking her with quick, firm strokes. As indelicate as he was, it mattered not to her, as she was still so intensely aroused that her wetness was still abundant, and the guards fingers made squishing noises as they moved over her sensitized flesh.
Now she experienced another new sensation as she tasted the excited flesh in her mouth. Her head moved steadily back and forth, his manhood moving in and out, sliding past her lips and her tongue. As when she had first been penetrated in her nether regions, she had resisted, but it had quickly passed when she again felt the pleasure from her sex, rising up through her despite the leftover ache from when she had been coupled with the guard.
The Princess returned to the Throne, sliding her hips forward and spreading her legs, her fingers stroking her needful flesh faster, her breathing growing short. "Don't stop now, Joy," Princess Sarah said with a smile. "The guards don't like it when you don't finish."
"Mmmpph!" Joy cried, her eyes sliding closed, her cheeks dimpling as she hungrily sucked upon the guard's manhood. She had no intention of stopping. The taste of the man's flesh was most wonderful, and when the small bit of fluid that oozed from the tip touched her tongue, she drew her mouth around him more tightly to find more. She heard the guard's low grunts grow more urgent, and he pressed his large hand to the back of her head, urging her faster and deeper. She moaned as the hand between her thighs drove her upwards once again. Her movements became feverish, her mouth craving more of what she had tasted so briefly.
"You, under her," Princess Sarah called out in a husky voice, her hands moving faster over her intimate regions. "Give her a little more than that."
The hand under Joy shifted position, and abruptly two large fingers were plunged into her portal. Joy's body jerked in surprise, and she nearly faltered as the pleasure from her sex became intense, the fingers impaling her her mercilessly over and over. She felt herself rise precipitously, the pressure building inside her yet again. Never in her wildest moments (which admittedly is not saying much for an angel) did she think she could experience feelings of such intensity that it made her mind reel and her body quiver in anticipation for more.
The guard standing before the angel was growing short of breath, his hands clenching as his nether regions strained, his two stones rising towards his body.
"Oh, Joy, you're about to get a nice surprise," Princess Sarah cooed.
The next moment, the flesh against her tongue began to throb, and the angel gasped as his hot seed spurted from his organ and over her tongue, filling her mouth with the wonderful taste she had so briefly experienced before. More and more of his delightful fluid flowed from him, coating her tongue, spreading over his manhood as he continued to thrust into her mouth, drops of his seed oozing from around her lips and the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin.
"Mmmrrr!" Joy cried more urgently as the other guard ruthlessly speared her sex with his fingers harder and harder even as she struggled to keep all of the seed in her mouth. Finally, the guard's climax drew to a close and he pulled his member from her mouth. Joy leaned forward, reluctant to let him go, sucking the last bit of his seed from the head of his manhood just before it popped from her mouth. She tilted her head back and swallowed, only to have her mouth open and give a loud cry of ecstasy as her sex exploded once more, the throbs of her climax making her shudder and grow weak.
At the same time, the Princess uttered a loud moan, tossing her head back as her own loins caught fire with sexual delight, her fingers still stroking her womanhood as she throbbed in climax as well.
Joy's climax faded as the guard removed his hand. She settled back on her ankles, nearly falling over, her head drooped, her breath short as felt the last of her throbs trickle away. Her mouth hung half-open, a few remaining drops of the guard's seed clinging to her lips and chin. She licked at them, relishing the taste even now, the flames of her kindled lust slow to dampen.
Princess Sarah smiled at Joy and rose from the throne. "So, Joy," she began as she approached the angel. "What have you learned?"
Joy raised her head and gazed up at the Princess. "Forgive me, your Highness," she said in a still breathless voice. "I ... I had no idea ... no idea at all ..."
Sarah laughed. "Oh, now, don't tell me you actually enjoyed such a vile and immoral act as ..."
"Enjoy it?!" Joy cried. "Enjoy it?! Great gods, my Lady, I never experienced anything like that! I never ever imagined such pleasure was even possible! Oh, Princess, is this what you have been experiencing? Is this what you have been seeking in your trysts? Please, tell me!"
"Quite so, Joy," Princess Sarah said, standing over the angel with a pleased grin.
"Please, Princess," Joy said in a pleading voice. "Please, oh please, let me have some more of it! Please! I want to experience more of it! I beg of you, my Lady ..."
And then the Princess' lips curled into a wicked smile. "Guard," she said softly. "Please tell Inferno that I need him now."
/It's about bloody time,/ Inferno thought in irritation as he climbed the spiral stairs to the chamber. He had heard every manner of interesting and titillating sounds echoing down the length of the Tower, driving him insane with curiosity, not to mention arousing him to no end. Surely those noises could not have come from the angel. Even someone as cunning as the Princess was turning out to be could not trick an angel -- even a mere guardian angel -- out of her sword and leave her defenseless in a Tower impregnated with evil.
Yet when the incubus reached the chamber and stepped inside, he paused and stared incredulously at the tableau before him. He had to look twice to convince himself he was truly seeing what his eyes were telling him. For a moment, he was sure someone else other than the angel had entered the chamber. Yet there were the wings, plainly visible even as restrained as they were. Restrained! An angel, actually restrained! And naked!
And now, when her eyes beheld the bright red form of the demon, terrified as well.
"How good of you to join us, Inferno," the Princess said with a sly smile. "I have a little job for you."
"Do you, now, Princess?" the incubus asked in a lustful voice as he cast a wantonly lascivious gaze upon the angel. "And what might that be?"
Joy's eyes glazed over and she trembled. She tried to take a step back, but the Princess grabbed the place where the ropes crossed between her breasts and held her in place.
"I've been educating our little angel here on, ah, matters of the flesh."
Inferno chortled as he slowly stepped forward. "Oh, have you?" he said, his talons curling around his large, erect phallus, stroking it lightly. The angel looked at this and whimpered, cringing and trying to pull away from the Princess.
"And guess what, Inferno? She wants more."
Joy swallowed and shook her head. "No ..." she uttered fearfully.
"Oh, do tell?" the incubus said, giving the angel a toothy grin.
"Gods, no ... please, no, Princess ..." Joy pleaded softly.
"Might you ... accommodate her?" Princess Sarah mused.
"I would only be too happy to oblige, my Lady."
Princess Sarah smirked. "Hmph. You'll do it with her but you won't do it with me," she said imperiously.
Inferno blinked. "Oh, well, Princess, that was just ..."
"Never mind. Guards? Prepare her."
The guards surged forward.
"No!" Joy cried. "Noooo!"
The guards forced the protesting angel to the floor. By the time they were done with her, she was on her knees, her body bent over with her head to the floor, her face turned to one side, her derriere thrust into the air. Between the apex of her thighs and the crack in her rear lie the still arousal-swollen flesh of her intimate mound, helplessly exposed, still glistening with moisture.
"Oh, what a prize, my Lady!" Inferno said in a husky voice, his eyes blazing with satisfaction and lust. "To bring me such a creature and offer her to me, to let me corrupt her with my infernal phallus, to destroy her virtue utterly and ..."
"Oh, get on with it!" Princess Sarah cried, rolling her eyes.
Inferno stopped, then slowly smiled. "As you wish."
The incubus approached Joy, his heat announcing his presence to her even before he dropped to his knees between her spread feet.
"No, p-please, Princess," Joy begged. "Please, n-not this! A-anything but this!"
Inferno slapped his hands around the angel's hips. Joy squirmed desperately but the guards held her in place.
"Please, my Lady!" Joy cried. "No! /No!/"
Inferno kneaded her ass with his talons and positioned the top of his large phallus at the lips of her portal, just touching it, stinging it slightly with his heat.
"/Nooo!/"
Inferno and the Princess exchanged a conspiratorial smile, and the incubus slid his hips forward, penetrating the angel, his engorged phallus slowly filling her tunnel.
"Ahh! ... Ahhhh! ... /AAARRRRGGHHHHHH!!/"
"What the bloody hell was that?!"
Several of the men of the Army of Light jumped up from their fires, their eyes darting about fearfully as the last echoes of the anguished cry died away.
"That sounded like it came from the Tower!" someone else cried.
"Don't be daft. Why would someone be screaming in the Tower?"
"Maybe it was a banshee!" another shouted fearfully.
"Or a werewolf!"
"A werewolf? That was a lady's cry, you git."
"Well, a female werewolf then."
"There's no such thing!"
"Well ... perhaps it was a male werewolf, and he was dictating."
"Oh, shut up!"
"Enough!" cried the first soldier. "Now, it is obvious that it came from the Tower, which can only mean one thing."
"Um, that everything is just peachy and we can relax?" the second suggested.
"No, you idiot, it means the Angel Joy and the Princess Sarah are in trouble and we need to rescue them! Now ... how are we to get in?"
The Army of Light as one bent their minds to this question.
The angel felt as if her intimate regions were on fire. The intensity of the heat from the incubus blazed in her tunnel, stretched as it was by the thickness of the manhood that it barely could contain. Yet as the beast pounded into her harder, until his body slapped loudly against her rear in a staccato rhythm, she could feel his steaming hardness stroke the sensitive nub of her womanhood each time it slid past.
From where she sat on the Throne looking on, the Princess licked her lips, fingering her womanhood again, the tableau sparking renewed excitement in her own being.
Joy gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants, her breasts swinging back and forth under her as her body jerked forward with each stab of Inferno's phallus. Perspiration broke out all over her body, making her skin glisten almost as much as her sex. Her horror and revulsion of being violated by this foul, evil creature were quickly being swept aside by the incredible sensations that radiated from her nether regions. As hard as she struggled to contain them, they would not remain confined, intense pleasure flooding her body.
Finally, the angel could no longer hold her tongue.
"Oh, gods!" she cried. "Oh, gods, yes! ... Yes! ... More! ... Please, don't stop!"
"Why am I not surprised?" Inferno said with a sour look on his face.
"Come now, Inferno," Princess Sarah said with a grin. "Perhaps it's time you realize that some women actually enjoy sex."
"Ohhh!" the angel suddenly shouted as her pleasure mounted precipitously. "/Ohhhh!/"
Joy's sex throbbed hard, her hips jerking with each one as her tunnel spasmed hard against Inferno's rock-hard phallus, which still continued to assault her, the incubus rising only slowly, as was by design, to maximize the length of the violation.
Inferno smirked at this and sighed.
"Use the catapult," suggested one.
"The what?" exclaimed the first soldier. "To what end? Knock the Tower over?"
"No, to launch one of us up to the balcony."
The first soldier sighed and shook his head. "Any other ideas?" he asked tiredly.
"Well ... how about we do knock the Tower over?" suggested another.
The first made a face. "And how will that help?"
"Well, we can't get to the balcony 'cause it's way up there. So we knock it down and then we can just step onto ..."
"Any /other/ ideas?" the first said, exasperated.
The angel cried out again, her body shaking as it was rattled by a second climax by the stroke of the incubus' phallus. The pleasure was so intense it was excruciating, almost a torture in and of itself. Every fiber of her being was aflame, sweat trickling off her body, soaking into her bedraggled hair and the feathers of her wings. Her body had been restrained in this position for so long that she started to ache, but she hardly noticed. Even stretched as fully as she was, Inferno's manhood still seemed to fill her to bursting, intensifying every feeling.
Finally, the incubus shuddered inside her, and his great phallus began to throb almost obscenely inside her, spraying huge streams of his steaming seed deeply into her, making her hips buck wildly even against the strength of the guards holding her as it triggered a third climax in her, the most powerful and overwhelming one yet, making her scream in ecstasy.
With a loud groan, the incubus parted from her, withdrawing his still-erect manhood from the angel's tunnel, drops of his seed oozing from both the head of his phallus and her portal. Joy moaned loudly as her climax faded slowly.
"Untie her," Princess Sarah ordered.
The ropes came off with the swipe of a small knife. The angel groaned and collapsed onto her side, every muscle going limp, her sides rising and falling with her ragged breath.
The Princess stood and swept off the dais towards the fallen angel. She looked down at Joy with a serene smile. "Lesson over," she said.
"You are a remarkable teacher, it would seem, my Lady," Inferno said. "I am quite impressed."
The Princess chortled. "It only made sense, Inferno. She was such an insufferable fussbudget back at the palace, I knew she couldn't possibly have ever been laid before this. Not to mention she's been living for gods only know how long as a sexless angel until being sacked and sent down to earth. Amazing what such a thing will do to one's disposition."
Inferno glanced at Joy, who was beginning to stir. "And what do you intend to do with her now, Princess?"
Princess Sarah turned to Joy, placing her hands on her hips. "Well, Joy?" she demanded. "What do you think I should do with you? Still intend to head back to the Kingdom?"
Joy struggled into a seated position on the floor, her sex starting to ache. It was not entirely unpleasant. She turned her head and looked towards the balcony, biting her lip. Her gaze flickered to the incubus' phallus, still standing boldly erect from his body. She uttered a wistful sigh.
"I guess now that you've had your little fling, your little dip into mortal pleasures of the flesh, you'll want to get right back to work and purge yourself of those nasty little feelings, hmm? Go back to being insufferable prudes like the real angels?"
Joy swallowed. "No, Princess," she said softly.
Inferno looked on with interest.
"No?" Princess Sarah said, a smile coming to her lips. "Did I hear you say 'no', Joy?"
"I ... I cannot go back," she said quietly. She took a deep breath. "I can no longer claim my title as the King's Right Hand of Virtue. I ... I would have to go back to what I was ..."
"Which would mean no sex, wouldn't it?" Princess Sarah laughed. "Does this mean -- oh, horrors! -- that you actually /enjoy/ these pleasures now?"
Joy nodded wordlessly.
Princess Sarah grinned wickedly. "And would my little angel like to enjoy them again at some point?"
She gave the Princess a pleading look. "I-I can't be deprived of them, Princess. Not after learning what it is all about. I ... I couldn't bear it."
"Well, I think we can arrange that," the Princess said, looking towards Inferno.
"We?" Inferno asked dubiously.
"Of course, Inferno," Princess Sarah said. "Unless ... you don't want to have an angel as a sex slave."
Inferno's mouth dropped open. Joy uttered a soft gasp.
Princess Sarah turned towards the angel. "If you're going to stay, Joy, you're going to stay by my rules," she declared. "I don't want to take any chances with you. I don't want you suddenly change your mind. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Joy said in a small voice.
"So that means if you want more," the Princess said with a most satisfied grin. "You do it as a sex slave."
"Are ... are you quite serious about this, my Lady?" Inferno asked.
"Never more serious in my life."
A pause. "Can you do that?"
A smile. "Why not?"
Inferno looked towards the angel, who looked back, her eyes darting to his phallus now and then. Not a whisper of protest or indignation. Not a single one.
He looked back to the Princess with an admiring gaze. "You know, if she is to be our ... sex slave ..." He simply loved how those words rolled around in his mouth, his lips curling into a toothy grin. " ... she should be properly, ah, attired."
The Princess returned the grin. "Exactly what I had in mind, Inferno. If you would be so kind as to take care of that."
"At once, my lady," Inferno was halfway to the door when he stopped and turned. "Oh, but we do have one more thing to take care of."
"Do we?"
"The pesky Army of Light camped outside."
"Oh, yes, them," Sarah said with vague disinterest. "Very well. Fetch what you need for Joy here first, and then I'll take care of that lot. Oh, and, um ... bring me the Dark Lord's cloak if you will."
Inferno blinked. "Not ... the Cloak of Impenetrable Darkness?"
"The very one."
"Ah ... yes, my Lady ..."
"Listen, listen! This could work!" the soldier cried. "You get enough rocks, pile them up like a stairway to the balcony, then ..."
"No, no, no! That's too much work!" shouted another. "Stretch a canvas between two trees, place someone in it, then pull it way back and ..."
"Don't be daft! It would be much simpler if we get the biggest bloke here to stand at the base of the Tower, next biggest on his shoulders, next biggest on his, and ..."
"No, just lash together some branches and create a really long pole, then get a running start ..."
"Dig a trench around the Tower and make it sink until you can just step right into ..."
"No, just dig out around one side, make the Tower lean, then you can just slip right into ..."
"The Princess!" someone shouted.
Everyone fell silent and stared at him. "Slip into the Princess?" asked one. "Isn't that a bit rude?"
"No, you git, look, up there!"
The Army of Light turned their heads as one, and then gasped as one.
From the top of the Tower, a sickly green light glowed from the end of the Scepter of Infernal Power, held aloft like a torch as she strolled boldly onto the balcony of the chamber, her inky black cloak swirling around her like a piece of night come alive.
"Blimey," muttered one of the soldiers in wide-eyed amazement. "Is she ... is she ... nude?"
"Well, she is wearing a cloak," pointed out another.
"That hardly qualifies if it doesn't cover her naughty bits, now does it?"
"Soldiers of the Army of Light!" the Princess' voice boomed through the still air. "I wish to inform you that your presence here is no longer required nor wanted. You are to disband and go home immediately!"
The soldiers exchanged confused glances.
"She wants us to go home?" asked one.
"In the middle of the night?" said another.
"With deadly creatures ready to rip our throats out?" said a third.
"Not without the angel, we won't!"
"Send us the Angel Joy and we'll go!" shouted a soldier up to the balcony.
"Yes, send us Joy, Princess!"
"Yes, Princess Sarah, send her out to us!"
The entire Army took up the chorus.
"/Silence!/" Princess Sarah shouted. "First of all, you will no longer address me by that title! I am no longer your Princess Sarah. I am the Dark Mistress Sarah, the new master of the Tower of Doom! And you will not concern yourself with the Angel Joy any further. Leave now or be destroyed!"
"What, is she serious?" cried a soldier.
"That scream we heard before! Was that the angel?" cried another.
"What has been done with the Angel Joy?"
"We cannot leave without her! We will ... we will fight for her, we will!"
"We will?" Another soldier poked him in the side. "Of course, we will!"
"Yes, we'll fight you for her, Dark Mistress!"
"Fight!"
"/FIGHT!/"
"/FIGHT! FIGHT!/"
The entire Army now took up the chorus, raising their weapons defiantly in the air.
"So you want to fight for your precious angel?" the Dark Mistress sneered, raising her voice over the rallying cry. She raised her other hand. Light glinted off metal. "Then see who you are fighting for!"
The Dark Mistress gave the end of the chain a hard yank. With a muffled yelp, the former angel Joy hobbled into view, the other end of the chain padlocked to her thick metal collar. Iron clinked loudly in the silence from the shackles that encircled her wrists and her ankles. Another chain spanned the two pairs, forcing her arms down and her feet to stand no more than a few handspans apart. Two more chains criss-crossed between her breasts, encircling her torso restraining her wings against her back. A polished wooden ball had been wedged into her mouth, fastened to a leather strap wrapped about her head that held it in place.
"/FIGHT! Fight ... fight ...?/"
The weapons slowly dropped, the soldiers looking at each other in bewilderment.
"I believe they need further, ah, encouragement," Inferno suggested from the shadows.
Sarah sighed. "Oh, very well."
She pointed the Scepter towards the Army of Light.
/CRACK!!/
A bolt of bright green lightning, and the ashes of the catapult settled silently to the ground.
"Run away!" shouted one of the soldiers, dropping his sword and breaking for the forest.
"/RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!/" came the chorus, the Army of Light vanishing into the night.
"Hrm," Inferno muttered. "I would have demonstrated your power on one of the soldiers instead, if it were me."
"Now, now, Inferno," the Dark Mistress said. She tugged casually on the chain, causing Joy to tag along behind her, the angel's shackles forcing her to take small steps. "No need for any more bloodshed when there are more clever ways to manipulate people."
"And you would know about that, wouldn't you now ... my Mistress?" Inferno said, trying on the title. He had to admit, he liked the way it rolled from his tongue as well.
Sarah grinned. "Flatterer," she said. "Anyway, now that there is no longer a guardian angel at the palace, or an army to speak of, taking over the Kingdom should not be terribly difficult."
"Er ... is there not one slight problem, my Mistress?"
"And what would that be?" asked the Dark Mistress.
"The Barrier of Purity, of course, my Mistress."
Sarah waved a hand of dismissal. "Oh, that. I'll just tell you where the secret entrance is into it."
Inferno gaped at the Dark Mistress. "What?!"
The Dark Mistress grinned. "Well, I had to find some place to go for my trysts once the Ladies of Lesser Virtue started getting upset with me."
"And the King does not know about this entrance?"
Sarah smiled and yanked on the chain, pulling the angel towards her. "Did you know of such an entrance yourself, Joy?" she asked.
Joy shook her head.
"And has the King mentioned such a thing?"
Another shake of the angel's head.
"And how shall we take over the Kingdom without an army, my Mistress?" Inferno asked.
"Why, the same way we turned our great angelic prude here into the lovely little slave she is now," the Dark Mistress said with an evil smile. "Sex."
"Sex, my Mistress?"
"Yes, sex. Sex is power, Inferno! The men that I have trysted with, even when they tie me up and think they're in control, I'm really the one in control of them! For I can give or withhold sex on my whim. As can many other women. Men want it, and we have it, and we can control them with it!"
Inferno gave the former Princess a dubious look. "I am not so sure of that, my Mistress."
The Dark Mistress grinned. "So you can tell me that none of your guards pestered you to have another chance at, ah, 'raping' me?"
"Er ... point taken, my Mistress," Inferno said contritely. He was starting to have great respect for her. She was far more subtle and devious than the Dark Lord had ever been.
"And the beauty of it, Inferno," the Dark Mistress said with a sweep of her cloak as she strolled towards the Throne of Foulest Evil, the angel trotting along behind her, chains clinking softly. "Is that it will be so insidious ... so gradual ... so sly and sneaky ... that no one will notice until it is far too late! And by that time, Inferno, I shall have the entire /Kingdom/ as my own personal collection of sex slaves!"
And as the Dark Mistress sat upon her Throne, she threw her head back and uttered a most evil and diabolical laugh. Lightning flashed brightly, illuminating the chamber with its vile green light, thunder booming and shaking the walls.
The Dark Mistress gasped in surprise and stopped laughing. The lightning and thunder ceased immediately as well. She paused a moment, then uttered another short diabolical laugh, and gave a start as the thunder sounded again. "Does it do that every time I laugh like that?" the Dark Mistress asked.
"Indeed it does, my Mistress," Inferno said with a sigh.
"Oh, now that is bloody annoying. Have it removed at once."
Inferno's eyes widened. "Did ... did you say ... /remove it/, my Mistress?"
"Of course. I'll make my own thunder when I want to, thank you. So get rid of it straight away."
"/With pleasure/, my Mistress!" Inferno declared, breaking into a wide smile. "Is there anything else my Mistress would like? Anything at all?"
The Dark Mistress grinned mischievously, toying with the Scepter in her hand. Her eyes darted down to the incubus' erect phallus. "Anything?"
"Anything!"
She reached out and gave the phallus a playful tap with the Scepter. "You know, destroying your former master and all that was rather naughty of me," Sarah said with a sly smile. "Rather naughty indeed. Perhaps you should still 'punish' me for that."
Inferno looked up his Mistress with an evil gleam in his eyes. "Perhaps I should do just that," he said in a low voice. "Perhaps I should ... 'rape' you, my dear."
The Dark Mistress rose from her Throne. "Now that will most definitely make me scream."

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