Fallen Angel (Closed for The Grind)

[dirtybelle]

Angels have always existed since the beginning of time. Most mortals believe that all angels have blonde hair blue eyes and they all sing praises in heaven.

Ariana, was a guardian angel. However, she was not the stereotypical angel. She was tall with lily-white skin, dark raven hair, and piercing green eyes that would make anyone mortal, or immortal envious. Her rainment was a long white gown that flowed like waves to the end of her long angelic legs. Of course Ariana had wings, her were fashioned like an eagles, wide and strong and her they were white as cotton. Her voice was well, angelic. She would sing in the choir, but she didn’t like being in heaven. Yes, an angel not enjoying the gates of pearl, walls of jasper, and streets of gold. She was jealous of the humans. Being able to fall in love, and to make choices; to live and to feel.

Saint Peter, the guardian of the gate, rewarded Ariana by being a guardian angels. She had been the guardian to many humans. Men, women, boys, girls, old, young, healthy, sick, wealthy, poor, famous, and common she had been all of their guardian angels.

Her latest assignment was Catherine Bowman. Cat was 24, a young school teacher. From what she observed she lived a normal life. She had just moved into her first apartment and she was teaching third grade in the city. Her life seemed fine; Cat was obviously lonely, but she was young. She didn’t understand why she was assigned to Catherine.

Cat, was unconventionally beautiful. She had long brown hair with a scatter of freckles on her nose. She was tall and thin and she had dark blue eyes. Cat’s fate was that she was shy. She didn’t pay attention to men turning their heads in her direction and she certainly didn’t have the guts to say something to them. She was a genuinely good person. A breath of fresh air for the angel.

Another one of Cat’s faults was that she was clumsy. Ariana had to constantly step in when she would forget to turn off the stove or watch where she stepped. Compared to other mortals, Cat was a breeze to watch over. Ariana felt a strong bond between herself and Cat. They were both lonely and always searching for more.

Little did Ariana know that she would be guarding her for a reason. It was just after work and Cat had to stop at the local Quick stop for a fill up. She filled up and went inside the store and smiled at the young Indian boy behind the counter. The young greasy haired Indian boy was attractive, but Ariana read his mind and knew the vulgar things he was lusting to do with Cat. Cat was oblivious. She went to the back cooler and brought out a Dr. Pepper and walked up to the counter to pay for her gas and drink.

Suddenly, a man in a black mask came in and put a gun in the boy’s face and demanded money. The boy put his hands up and Cat ran behind the cookie rack. The thief demanded the money and the boy popped open the register. The thief needed drug money, he was a bad addict. He was shaking and it was obvious it was his first robbery.

Abruptly in the blink of an eye the clerk pulled out a .22 and began to shoot. Ariana guraded Cat pulling her down to the floor and covering her body with her own. While shielding her she noticed that the clerk shot the perp in the shoulder and he was making his way out the door, without the money. Cat noticed blood on the floor. No more shots were being fired she thought the coast was clear.

Then she felt something grab a hold of her. Ariana was being dragged away by the only thing that could touch her, another angel. But this wasn’t one of Heaven’s angels.

 

[TheGrind]

Solomon was a prick. Turning away from Yahweh and the splitting on the Kingdom of Jerusalem had done much to ending his credibility not only in the physical, but metaphysical world. The eventual division of the kingdom under other rulers had been attributed to his moral crimes, eliminating the strength of the force he had created in both worlds. Other monotheistic gods sprouted like weeds out of the desert, further undermining what Solomon had established. The evolution of time, the splitting of religion, and the pluralist views on the past had further eroded the containment placed around those few followers Solomon had managed to trap.

It had been centuries since that brass seal had shattered but it still felt like Corson was still getting used to his powers. Experimenting with virtual immortality and nearly limitless power was a thrilling mess that he was willing to master no matter the hazards it caused. He’d been imprisoned for a millenia and now he was feeling as though he was just wiping the sleep from his eye. A new day had dawned.

Giving people bad ideas, slight suggestions or powerful urges was particularly easier if they’d already handed over their souls. At the bottom of every bottle or the end of every syringe lied a lying smile. Hell hath no fury like a broke, desperate mother fucker.

Anthony was just another in a long line of them. He didn’t own a thing. Everything he wore had been stripped from a store mannequin at some point. Even that hideous black ski mask. In this heat… of all things to wear. It certainly did nothing to quell his nerves.

But Corson didn’t set the kid up. He didn’t have to. All the demon needed was to follow him, and wait. A scared kid, his first real robbery, and a loaded gun was just enough to provide for some excitement. Disaster always made him feel more at home. Not only that, but devastation had the added benefit of preoccupying certain angels. Or even killing one during their guiding preoccupation.

Praying was for pussies. A real man made his own way.

Anthony should’ve known better. Pleading with a rosary clutched between his fingers as he begged for forgiveness every night, pleading to get off the drug. Distortions of religion’s original intent had burned blasphemy into the ears, eyes and minds of those just as willing. The truth was that some people just didn’t matter. Anthony would find this out sometime later in a cell, a bullet wound and a lifelong addiction to remind him of this fact. But the fucker deserved it. He wasn’t good enough for Heaven, not bad enough for Hell.

Blood smeared the door from Anthony’s shoulder as he fled the store. The only thing he managed to take from that damned store was a bullet.

Corson’s eyes gleaned as he saw the life saving force of an attractive angel covering a woman. It was during these life saving moments, these awesome distractions when he lept to her body, protecting the cowering human. One hand grabbed hold Ariana’s hair, the other the tip of a wing. With little effort he yanked her away from the miserable creature without a word. Corson wanted something more than a kill. He wanted to provide an example. He wanted something he could use and abuse.

 

[dirtybelle]

What happened within the next few moments, Ariana had no idea. It was like she was swept up in a whirlwind of blackness. The only thing she was certain of was that she was being carried away by a fallen angel. She didn't know who they were, what they wanted with her, or where she was being taken. She only knew that she couldn't get away.
They had her and she couldn't escape. They traveled for what seemed like forever, but in reality it only took a matter of seconds. She landed hard on a cold, dark surface. She crouched in a corner somewhere and she covered her front.
"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me?" Ariana asked in a weak voice. She never knew what it was like to be weak. Her denergized body seemed unlife-like. This creature that had her had it's back turned to her, the only thing she could see was his midnight black wings.

 

[TheGrind]

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned over that poor soul you left behind?” Corson replied, having no intention of enlightening her about anything important. “Your Master must not have thought a lot of you to not even provide a fight. Its just as well. You would’ve been mine regardless.”

Turning around he revealed himself to her, letting him see his face for the first time. Shirts were a bitch with wings so he went without, revealing his rippled stomach and muscled arms. Pants were only a requirement to keep demented fucks from staring at him. Hell had all types.

“You are with me and I am Corson, your new owner. I’ll even let you fall to your knees and pray to me every day. All I want from you now, is you,” Corson explained. “Remove everything hiding that angelic body of yours, put your hands against the wall and spread your legs apart.” Corson paused for a moment. “And you may want to take heed. If you try escaping this place who knows where you’ll end up down here.”

 

[dirtybelle]

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned over that poor soul you left behind?”

“Cat,” Ariana whispered to herself. O no what would happen to Cat. Was she safe? She couldn’t believe that she was here with this demon.

“Your Master must not have thought a lot of you to not even provide a fight. Its just as well. You would’ve been mine regardless.”

Her new Master? What did he want from her? Her. He answered that. What could she do for him?

“You are with me and I am Corson, your new owner. I’ll even let you fall to your knees and pray to me every day. All I want from you now, is you,” Corson explained. “Remove everything hiding that angelic body of yours, put your hands against the wall and spread your legs apart.” Corson paused for a moment. “And you may want to take heed. If you try escaping this place who knows where you’ll end up down here.”

She surveyed him curiously. He was beautiful and powerful, more powerful than Ariana. Corson, that was this creature’s name. She swallowed hard and looked around to where she was. It looked like she was in an abandoned house. A dark room with a cement floor that was cold as ice. Could she be in the basement? She looked for ways to get out, only one solitary window that was far above her. It showed one stray thread of light that protruded across the floor and shown at the feet of Corson. No door could be found.

For the first time in her life, Ariana was afraid and she didn’t know what to do. She felt a stream of something hot and wet fall across her apple-like cheek. A tear, that’s what mortals called it.
She was shocked. She had never been naked before. Humans came into the world naked and left the world naked when they entered into Heaven and Hell.

Ariana rose to her feet and looked down at the floor. She felt helpless, with no one to save her. She had always been the guardian. She needed a guardian angel now.


There was no other way. With shaking hands she began to take off her flowing white gown. She slipped it over her shoulders, down her wings, over her breasts. Her breasts were quite big, with a medium pink and brown nipple that pointed towards the sky. Down her stomach and past her thighs and to the floor, she was finally, fully exposed. It frightened Ariana.

She covered her angelic body with her arms and begged of him, “Please let me go! I’ll do anything.”

 

[TheGrind]

Corson stared at the little angel as she let her gown fall away. But more than that, he was interested in how the layers of pride stripped itself away along with her gown and in its stead grew shame. It was easy to tell there was a natural unwillingness, even if she hadn’t been brought to this place against her will. She’d spent her time guarding some hapless soul and now they were without her… and she was without someone to save.

With her gown on the floor and obviously no place to flee, Corson knew he had her. She may be able to battle, to fight back even for a short time but in the end there was nowhere for her to go anymore. She’d been forsaken and now that she’d been here she’d be no good to anyone. The angel was without value. Corson was the exception. He was the only thing that wanted her anymore. She was worthless.

“You’re right,” he spoke at last, letting the words settle against the walls as he crossed the room toward her. Within only a few feet his eyes feasted upon her flesh, taking every inch that she was now showing for him. Because of his demand. Because of his will. Because she had been conquered by a beast she had sworn to look down upon.

“You will do anything. Now lean against that wall. Your palms flat,” he spoke continuously as he circled her body, now behind her. There wasn’t a single meter of any kind of her that he hadn’t taken in. “And your ass out.”

Then he returned around toward her front, gazing noticeably at her up and down. There wasn’t a single effort for him hide any shame or guilt he may have felt. It was all on her.

 

[dirtybelle]

“You’re right. You will do anything. Now lean against that wall. Your palms flat,”
he spoke abruptly to her. He was circling her body like a tiger with it’s prey. Her being the prey.
“and your ass out.” He demanded above her. He could feel her eyes on her backside. Surveying her. Like a slave at auction. He was the slave he had chosen. What else was there to do? She couldn’t escape. She couldn’t flee. Where could she go? Why wasn’t there anyone to save her?

He circled her and came back to her front, where her hands were covering her front. She looked up to his cold eyes pleading, but there wasn't an ounce of mercy to be found. He was a demon. Maybe he wouldn’t like her and just let her go……. Maybe.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to grant her plea, she turned around with her hands still guarding her exposed body. With her head down she put her shaking hands up against the wall with her palms touching the cold surface of the wall. A tear fell from her angelic face and splattered on the stone floor. She stuck out her backside and asked with an unsteady voice barely above a whisper, “Why me?”

 

[TheGrind]

Corson stood still until she broke her form and began to obey him. Gods may have had their different worlds but as for this little angel, this was the only world that concerned her. He was sure of it. The silent pleading was just the beginning. The first night would be the most torturous for her and he wasn’t going to give in. There was too much time to make up, too many lost opportunities that had he to be corrected. She was just the start. That naked, little, thing.

Her quiet question failed to find an answer as he laid a hand on her ass. His palm laid against it as he pressed gently, touching a piece of precious space a deity had once thought would forever be pure. But from here on out it’d be tainted. Never would it be the same again once he was through with her… and then, who would want her in such a state?

With her back to him, Corson stripped himself down until there was nothing left. He was just as bare as the angel before him. When he returned, he returned with his strong, chiseled chest against her back, a hand just cupping her breast while the other reached for her pussy. They were so close his hardening cock was growing against her bare pussy.

 

[dirtybelle]

No answer. None. She waited for what seemed like eternity then she felt the demons warm hand on her cold body. He reached out and laid his sin-filled hand on her ivory white skin. He was touching a place on her that no one, not mortal or immortal had ever seen or touched before. Ariana shuddered as she felt him remove his hand from her ass.

Rustling sounds could be heard from behind her. She didn't know if she should expect a beating or what. He didn't tell her exactly what he wanted to do with her. She heard something hit the cold stone floor, it sounded like clothing. She didn't dare turn around for the fear of being hit. She kept her eyes on the gray stone wall before her.

Then she heard bare footsteps approaching her from behind. It was him. He brought his stone like body against hers. She could feel something probing her from the back, something warm, hard, and soft. His left hand came before her and graspped her ample breasts and his right came in front of her at her waist and he cupped her pussy.

Chill bumps covered her body. She had never known anything like this, especially from a demon. Ariana could feel this deamons breath on her neck. When he came up from behind her, she was startled and she tried to step closer to the wall, but her legs wouldn't move. She was frozen. Her body leaned up and her skin was only met with his hard body against hers.

Without even looking at him she could feel how powerful he was, he was pure muscle.

There was no escape. No hope.

"Why me? Why did you choose me?" She was desperate for answers.

 

[TheGrind]

Corson wasn’t going to answer this thing. She’d get her answers someday but today wasn’t the day on which to start. There would have to be rewards for her later should she be good, should she do his bidding willingly. It was only until then, when she’d been used and abused and left for good, would he be willing to give her anything other than his desires.

With the continued silence, his hand near her pussy moved up her body. Never once leaving her flesh he traveled over her stomach until he came to cup her other breast. He toyed with her briefly as his fingers came to grasp her nipples, tugging and pulling sharply, suddenly. Corson was testing both her nipple’s limit and her pain at the same time before his grip finally relaxed again and he returned his grip to her tits.

“Are you a virgin?” he teased in her ear. Before he allowed her a chance to respond there was a brief brush of cooled air between their bodies as he moved his hips just enough to line his cock up with her pussy. Slowly his cock slid against her resistance as his hands gripped her tits tight.

“You took too long to answer. I’ll find out for myself.”

 

[dirtybelle]

She knew nothing about this demon, this beautiful fallen angel. He stood behind her and his hand purposefully grazed her body from her pussy to her other breast. He twisted it and pulled it, making it hard like stone. He pulled until she gave a little yelp and sharp intake of breath as he did so. She had never experienced pain until now. Part of Ariana experienced excitement, the other hurt. She had only been gone from heaven for a little while and she was already changing.

She could feel his angelic breath against her ear and she wanted to lean up against him. Regardless of if he was a demon or not. She was almost under his spell. Still, his breath was poison, but his touch was wine and she never knew what it was like to be touched in any way by anyone before. It was only privy to the living. He brought her back to life by asking her,
"Are you a virgin?"
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He knew that she was, he was teasing her. This reminded Ariana that he was a demon. She felt his body leave hers for just a few moments and then he came back into contact with her again. She could feel the warmth of his body against her cold body. Her head was down and looking at the floor. Somewhere there was a draft and she could feel the cold breeze blow across her tear crest face.

"You took too long to answer. I will have to find out for myself." he accused.

Of course she was. She was an angel, a guardian angel. Angels were pure and untouched and perfect.

Without announcement Ariana felt him go inside her in one swift and strong thrust. He had instantly made her unpure. "Ah!," she screamed. More pain. Her pussy was wet, but still since she had never been touched before he had resistance. Another tear fell from her eye to the floor and her head fell back, trying to prevent from looking at the floor, her head landed on his strong shoulder. She could feel her wings brush across his skin. Who was this creature, was this all he wanted from her, would he ever stop, what would he do with her next?

"Please stop, please stop!" she begged. Hoping that this creature would have mercy on this angel.

 

[TheGrind]

Corson was going to morph this sweet angel into something unrecognizable. Unbeknownst to her, she was only going to be of use to him for as long as he decided, then he’d toss her back to the place where she had come. There was little doubt that in the end, she’d be wandering the world alone, and full of a lust that could never be satisfied. Eternity was a bitch like that.

“Shut up,” Corson barked as he filled himself inside her. “I didn’t bring you down here to talk. You’re here to fuck and that’s it.” That, he felt, would settle it. He hoped any suspicions she had running around in her mind would be dissolved after this. And in case they weren’t, he slid his hand from her breast, up along her body, over her throat and just under her chin. There he yanked back, forcing her teeth to chomp together and applying enough force to tilt her chin to the sky. There would be no more audible talking. All this done while his cock remained fully lodged inside her, in a sense, pinning her.

With her firmly held he pulled his hips back only to slam back inside her. Instantly a rhythm was established as he fucked his new virgin toy. Each thrust made him just a little larger until he reached his apex, forcing her to take in every inch he had to give whether she wanted it or not. And as his pace hastened, so too did his hunger for her young pussy. She would never be able to give enough.

 

[dirtybelle]

“Shut up,” Corson barked as he filled himself inside her. “I didn’t bring you down here to talk. You’re here to fuck and that’s it.”

Ariana's body shook in terror as he screamed at her.

She did not dare speak another word, she would not ask anymore questions as of now. Her angelic body rocked back and forth and she could feel his body slap against her with every thrust. His warm body against her now cold and shivering one. Her hands at the cold, dark wall. Would she ever escape?

His hands on her body were strong and powerful just like the rest of him. He was a beautiful creature, but with a tormenting purpose, to bring her pain. Yes, in this state where he was abusing her and using her, Ariana felt sorry for the angel. Why was he fallen and why did he choose Ariana? She did not dare ask again.

A tremmor shot up Ariana's body suddenly, not in pain, but in pleasure, he kept thrusting inside of her and hitting somewhere that felt pleasant. She arched her back more so she could obtain more pleasure from him. Yes, she was mortified for her situation, but now she was even more shocked because she was beginning to enjoy her diabolical state.

In her life Ariana had longed to be mortal, to feel another persons touch, a kiss, and embrace. His fallen angel had her in an embrace and he was touching her, but she still longed for a kiss.

Another tremmor ran up her spine and her head launched back, reaching his shoulder. Her mouth open and breathing heavily, she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Why was she enjoying this abuse? She bit her lip to prevent more moans to escape her lips barrier.

 

[TheGrind]

The silence was a welcome treat. And the sudden moaning… even more. Perhaps the angel wasn’t as pure as the others had thought. There may have been a bad streak in there. One Corson was more than willing to exploit.

With her obeyed silence Corson’s hands moved to her tits, his fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples. No more would he apply strength to keep her in position… now he used pleasure. Or if she pulled away hard enough, pain. Taking her nipples to extremes he fully expected her to stay where she was while he fucked her hard and slow. He developed long and deliberate thrusts until he had buried the entirety of his thick cock inside her bare pussy.

“Moan, bitch,” he teased her as he heard her trying to hide that pleasure. At the same time he yanked sharply on her nipples as his thrusts gained speed, the rhythm became faster, fueled with more of a deep craving than a desire to fuck some untouchable thing. Within minutes, moments that pussy became nothing more than something that needed to be used. And it didn’t matter who it was attached to. But before he committed, he needed to add something more.

His hands relinquished their grip on her tits, slowly moving along her body until they broke from her waist. At the same time he withdrew the length of his cock from inside her as he spoke, “Turn around. And put your back against the wall.”

 

[dirtybelle]

"Moan bitch!" this fallen angel taunted at her. She bit her lip with a renewed passion, trying to maintain her composure and loose all control. It was hard, she was getting carried away with the new feelings stirring within her.

His rough hands moved to her breasts and he twisted and pulled at her nipples and she couldn't sustain the painful outcry as he began to torture her breasts. First, it was painful, then the more he did it, the better it felt. Her cries were no longer in pain, but in pleasure.

His thrusts were long and pleasure-filled. She couldn't take anymore she thought she was going to burst. It seemed like he could read her mind, he withdrew from her and Ariana let out a startled sigh. She felt empty inside. Her body was having withdrawals from his body.

"Turn around. And put your back against the wall." he commanded her. She already knew better than to disobey. She obeyed. Turning slowly she placed her back against the cold, stone wall. Her body and wings instantly had chills. Her gaze fell to his rock hard abdomen and she instantly wanted to reach her hand and touch him. He was a beautiful creature. He was the most beautiful angel she had ever seen, but she would never admit that to him. She looked up at his face, his face practically screamed power. His cold stare caused her to look away and she hung her head in shame and embarassment. Another tear fell down her face in humiliation. She no longer attmepted to cover her body. Her hands were against the wall and her head was hung and her dark hair hung in front of her breasts. She waited for what would come next.

 

[TheGrind]

Corson raised his hands to either side of her face, pushing back the hair than hung in front of her breasts. His movements were slow, purposeful until every strand had fallen behind an ear, behind a shoulder. Then his stare at her resumed as he took in her new self. But this time she was lacking a certain something… purity.

No more than a minute passed between them before he took a step forward to resume his fucking. Reaching behind her, just under her ass he hoisted her up, using the wall as something to hold her in place. Keeping her legs spread apart he let her considering her situation for a moment longer. Then he reappeared between her legs, his cock sliding inside her again. And this time his eyes were staring into hers. Every moment, every bit of time that passed he took in her reaction.

Those long and slow thrusts resumed as he reintroduced her to that recent memory. But it didn’t take long for him to hasten the pace. If she got anything out of the fucking, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was what he wanted right then and he was going to take it. Every time.

 

[dirtybelle]

Ariana kept her gaze down as he moved her hair from in front of her breasts and placed it behind her ears and shoulders. He stopped and both of his hands were on either side of her like a cage. She could feel his gaze on her, burning her mind. She dared to glance up at him, into those eyes, for just a moment. However, he captivated her. She couldn't look away. His gaze held hers and she felt awful, there was not other way to put it. She was naked, in her most vunerable state and she didn't know what to do.

Completely out of her element, Ariana just continued to stare into the eyes of her new Master. How could she give herself to this angel? How, when all he wanted to do was abuse her and use her for his benefit. He didn't care anything about her, her feelings, her well being, her wants, or needs. It was just him. That's probably how it's always been for him, she thought as she peered into his transfixing eyes.

She wanted to look away. She couldn't. He had her.
She wanted to escape, but he had her. She couldn't.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but he had none. She wouldn't. For now, she would just do her best to survive.

Corson, stepped forward and Ariana attempted in vain to shrink back from him against the way. Pitiful hope. He grabbed her below her waist, down to her ass and lifted her up easily. Her legs were drapped and wrapped around his iron clad body. Ariana gave a meager wince, and he continued to fuck her. He prodded her with his thick and long member, over and over again.


He didn't look away. He wanted to intimidate her. Make her feel vunerable, which was obvious. Make her submit. As much as she wanted to scream out, she didn't. Her hands were still at the wall. It was an odd position, but she didn't care, she didn't want to touch this angel, if it wasn't possible.

He began going in an out faster and she supressed another moan and he shifted her somehow. Ariana looped her arms around his neck still staring into his eyes. Never, in her life had Ariana been so close to someone before anyone. She was clinging to him now, helpless. Her eyes never left his and his never left hers. This was one way of Ariana not backing down and not submitting.

He began going faster and faster, both of their breathing increased. Ariana felt tension building inside of her and she didn't know what was happening. She wasn't experiencing pleasure before, but now....now, she was feeling things she never had before. Ariana the raven-haired angel bit her lip to keep the noises from escaping.

Her actions to keep the moans in, were a loss though, soon she was screaming and wailing, madly. A vision of white lightning appeared before her, she was still looking at Corson, but her mind was somewhere past Pluto. She came back to reality and she noticed his expression change. She thought he was smiling. Grinning at her, she wanted to hang her head in shame.

 

[TheGrind]

The gaze she returned to him didn’t stop anything. Whether she thought she was rebelling or giving in, he didn’t care. It was all the same to him. In the end all the youths caved. A submissive was always a submissive no matter what she believed her status to be.

Corson continued to fuck her regularly, feeling every inch of his cock covered by her pussy as he pushed in and out of her. Whether she liked it or not he was going to keep her. It was in that moment of abusing her hole that he decided she’d be his for more than one time. And as she tried staring into his eyes he allowed a grin, letting her know that no amount of stares would deter him from what he ultimately wanted. Stare him down as she might he was still robbing her innocence.

The first moan was nothing surprising but feeling her wrap her arms around his neck was something he hadn’t expected. This didn’t stop his hips from driving into hers, his cock from gliding smoothly in and out of her angelic pussy. Instead it only revved him up more as he was more ably to fuck her with what little leverage she was able to provide.

Then he heard her erupt into a wild wail. Corson’s body crashed against hers quicker than the seconds ticked by. During this moment of orgasmic bliss Corson impaled himself deep inside his angelic submissive as he spayed his seed into the once virgin pussy he had claimed for his own.

Corson thrust inside her a few more times, making sure that she’d take everything he had to give before pulling out of her. Then his hands released his grip as he pulled away from her, letting air come between them for the first time.

Without his clothes he spoke, “I’ll be back for you in a few hours. Make sure you’re clean by then. If not,” he let the threat hang in the air as a pool of water formed in a corner. Corson turned away from her without his clothes, walking away and toward the exit without another word.

 

[dirtybelle]

When Corson came, he came hard. His seed filled her up and was currently dripping down the angels perfectly sculpted leg. He held onto her hips as he thrust one last time inside her. Ariana had to do the same to prevent her collapse. He stayed inside her as his shudders stopped. Then without announcement he removed himself from inside her. A whimper escaped her lips in vain. It was painful to no longer be filled. She wanted him inside again.
He turned away, exposing his contoured back muscles. Without his body to warm hers, Ariana's skin was covered in chill bumps. A feeling she had never known before; cold.

She was afraid. Afraid of experiencing all these new feelings and emotions. Her only purpose was to be a protector and now she had no purpose. She was lost.

He spoke to her, without turning his head,"I’ll be back for you in a few hours. Make sure you’re clean by then. If not,...."

In a few moments he was gone. She then came back in to reality...somewhat.
She was naked, cold, drenched in a fine sweat, and is seed was dripping down her leg. She leaned back against the brick wall and slid down. She rested her head on her knees and just closed her eyes, wishing she had a purpose again. Wishing she was out of this place....wishing she wasn't alone.


Her thoughts contradicted herself. She once longed to know the touch of someone, little did she know that Corson would touch her in ways she'd never dreamed of. She still did, however, crave the kiss of someone's lips on hers. Corson never kissed her. Having sex to mortals, sometimes was the act of love. Most normal mortals did this as a way of connecting without words.

Corson's was a way of punishment? She wasn't sure....Probably he was a fallen angel afterall.....

His threat was still there. She was unsure of the time that he would be back, what he would do if she wasn't clean, to his standards. Her eyes surveyed the dungeon and she saw a water puddle forming in the corner of the far side of another wall. Most humans washed with soap, there was none. She walked to the puddle and just looked at it for a while.

She located her discarded rainment and she tore of one of the flowing sleeves and used it to dip into the water. She rang it out and began to wash her arms and her hands moved over to her stomach. She never had to bathe herself, so she just mimicked what she saw the humans doing. She dampened the cloth again and she got to her most sensitive place on her body. The place that he abused. There was blood and his seed. She winced as she washed away the evidence of his torture.

Once all the evidence of Corson was washed away, Ariana just stared at her reflection. She looked the same. Her hair was the same, just a little more disheveled. Her skin was still flawless, but her muscles ached. She could clean all she wanted, but he had left his mark on her. That thought sent another chill down her spine.

She walked away from the water to the opposite side of the room. She put her clothes back on and she sat with her head hung in shame. What was she going to do? How was she going to escape? Would he kill her once he was finished with her? What would become of her?

Whether he was gone for seconds, minutes, hours, Ariana didn't count. When she heard footsteps coming down the steps, she knew it was him. Frieghtened she scurried until her wings were as far back as she could get to the wall and she curled in a ball. Her chin rested on her knees and she curled her legs close to her body. She held her breath as he approached.

 

[TheGrind]

Corson bided his time. There was plenty for him to do in his own little sector, his own world of sin. But there were things that even his own hell couldn’t provide. A pure angel, or at least an angel who was once pure was still waiting for him in a darkened room, likely counting the seconds that had passed until his return. Whether that feeling was dread or excitement mattered nothing at all to him. What she had was what he wanted for now. Who knew how long his interest would hold?

Each step down the stairs was taken with a casual blow, the sound from his boot against the hard, thick floor resonating against the black concrete walls. Considering how warm hell was supposed to be the room remained relatively cool. This wasn’t out of Corson’s compassion rather his desire to keep his slut of an angel alive.

Upon reaching the last stair he stopped, staring at her, “You’re wearing clothes.” Nothing else needed to be said. It was instant disapproval. Without waiting for her to shy shrug them off, Corson seamlessly moved across the room toward her. His hand grabbed hold of the neck of her clothing and tugged sharply. Considering the lack of weight attached to the cloth it took a few attempts as he incidentally tossed Ariana to the floor with the remnants of her clothes in his hand.

Now that he had her how he wanted her, he tossed the cloth to the ground as though it meant nothing, “I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” He looked her over once before continuing, “Get on your hands and knees and tell me… have you committed any other acts of defiance for which you will pay for later?”

 

[dirtybelle]

Ariana, heard the deep thud of his boots descending the stairwell. Her head raised briefly and her eyes followed him like a scarred animal watching a predator. He was at the last step when he saw her. He was instantly taken back that she was wearing clothes. She tried to get farther away from him, from what ever repremandation he was going to give to her, but he was took quick. He picked her up, effortlessly and ripped her clothes off and threw her to the stone cold floor.

“I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” He looked her over once before continuing, “Get on your hands and knees and tell me… have you committed any other acts of defiance for which you will pay for later?”

She looked up at him frightened. She didn't know what to do. Too shocked to move she starred at him. He was a breath-taking creature. She pondered what went on in his mind. She still didn't understand what he wanted with her. She was one of many angels. Why her?

Ariana swallowed hard. "No." She wasn't going to do anything that he said. Especially since he wouldn't explain anything to her. She was so confused and terrified. "I will not do anything you say. You expect me to worship you when all you do is abuse me and you don't answer any of my questions." She looked at the ground the entire time that she was talking to him. Her voice was weak and frail, but she said what she needed to say. She had already angered him, she might as well gotten it all out in the open.

 

[TheGrind]

“Its clear you misunderstand who is the Lord in this room,” Corson declared as he marched toward her at the beat of her defiance. Reaching out he grabbed a handful of her hair, tightening his grip around it as he forced her to stand. But he made her do more than stand. His hand maintained its grip as he raised his arm over his head, forcing her to stand on the tips of her toes if she chose to escape discomfort.

He didn’t say anything at first as his eyes searched hers. Time passed as he held her there. Then he opened his mouth but he didn’t say a word. Instead he backhanded her with his free hand across her cheek and then spit in her face. Corson’s grip disappeared all at once, letting her drop to her feet, or to her knees, to whatever strength remaining in that frail body of hers.

“I can send for a few hellhounds to come down here and have their way with you if you choose to continue resisting,” Corson threatened as he spoke. “And if you ever say ‘No’ or resist me in the future, I won’t threaten you with their presence in your cell. I’ll bring them here, let them defile you. No doubt they’ll warp your skin and your flesh. And tell me, what happens to undesirables? You may not know now, but you’ll know for certain if you keep your bravado on the tip of your tongue and at the edge of your nerves.

“Give in. It is your only choice.”

 

[dirtybelle]

He came to her with torpedo speed and grabbed her up by her hair. Ariana was only able to stand on the tips of her toes. She squirmed and her arms went up to his arm to hold on. Her entire body shook as he looked at her. She could feel his gaze sweep through her entire naked body. He looked at his face, he was beautiful. How could she even think so? What was she thinking?

His mouth opened to speak, but instead he slapped her across her face. Too shocked to scream or cry she just stood there squirming to readjust. Could angels bruise? He then spit on her face, smiled, and dropped her to her feet.

“I can send for a few hellhounds to come down here and have their way with you if you choose to continue resisting,” Corson threatened as he spoke. “And if you ever say ‘No’ or resist me in the future, I won’t threaten you with their presence in your cell. I’ll bring them here, let them defile you. No doubt they’ll warp your skin and your flesh. And tell me, what happens to undesirables? You may not know now, but you’ll know for certain if you keep your bravado on the tip of your tongue and at the edge of your nerves.

“Give in. It is your only choice.”


Ariana, gasped at his threats. She did not care what happened to her beauty, she was not a vain creature.
She knew that the hellhouds and other deamons would do much worse to her, kill her even. She wasn't really sure what he would do with her, but she didn't want to take her chances.

She was just a toy for his amusement. His plaything...his angel to torture.
She wanted to live...to live to escape.
She wasn't giving in, she was doing what it took to survive.


Dropping to her knees she submitted and begged. "Please no, I'll do as you say. I'll do anything, please don't send them here. Please don't hurt me." Her wings shielded her body and she looked up to his face, praying for his mercy.

 

[TheGrind]

As she cowered in front of him, Corson stared at her in his moment of victory. “When you pray, you pray to me. When you submit, you submit to me. When you’re on your knees understand that you’re only there for one reason. And when you bow down make sure your cheek is against the cold floor and your ass is in the sky.

“As long as you follow my directions you’ll be taken care of. You’ll survive for as long as I allow it. You’ll be the smartest bitch I’ve ever had if you can keep me from becoming bored with you.”

Corson took his time as he moved toward her. Without words he began removing his clothing, tossing it to the side of where he stood. Every move was deliberate as he shed every stitch of cloth and he was able to maintain his close proximity to his little pet. With her on her knees it was easy for him to grab her hair again at the back of her head, guiding her face forward until her lips, her cheek touched the tip of his greedy cock.