Sweat beaded on my brow and dripped down my temple, my black hair matted and damp. I thrust my powerful cock into the eager pussy of my Amazonian sex slave, and she cried out in pleasure. It was another typical evening in my great tent, concubines begging to be my sex toy for the night and naked women dancing and masturbating around me for my amusement. I did everything I could to satisfy my lust. I had the most beautiful women in my clan brought to my tent and they eagerly tried to please me.
A muscular, broad handmaiden with auburn hair and green eyes danced in the center of the room, surrounding herself with colourful scarves and feather fans. A couple of the slimmer and more petite Amazon brides played with each other on the bed next to me, kissing and fingering each other with loud moans and gasps. Three of my best hunters, and most desirable of the Amazon women, laid around the floors masturbating and squirting as they orgasmed. And beneath me, Dynia. She was the beauty of the clan. Her body was unsurpassed by any other in the village and her bright blue eyes were the envy of all. Her dark, curly hair was spread over the pillows and her heaving bosom bounced beneath me as I thrust into her.
Her round ass and tiny waist made her easy to maneuver and pleasant to penetrate, but there was something missing. She was screaming my name, thanking me for using her and taking her as my slave for the night. She cried out in ecstacy and bowed to my every whim. She spent hours sucking my cock as the others danced for me and pleasured each other for my enjoyment. I, however, felt no joy from these activities. I struggled to keep my futa cock hard, and no matter how much these enthusiastic women threw themselves at me, and did everything in their power to please me, I felt empty.
I turned Dynia over onto her hands and knees and grabbed a chunk of her long, flowing hair. I closed my eyes and thrust hard into her as the cries of pleasure echoed through the tent. Her joyous moans built and grew louder, and she suddenly broke down in erotic convulsions.
“Oooh! Yes, my Queen! Use my body! My orgasm is yours!” She screamed, showering the bed with her juices. My legs were soaked and and dripping with her fluids, her cries of pleasure ringing in my ears. Then, when I should have been ready to fill her with my essence, I went soft.
My flaccid cock shrivelled and I slipped out of her gushing hole. I tried to hide the embarrassment and claimed I had finished. I pushed Dynia out of the way and laid down on the damp bedding, waving my concubine away.
“Out.” I ordered. Dynia collected her clothing and bowed to me.
“It is a pleasure to serve you, my Queen.” She cooed. I silently waved her off and stared up at the roof of my tent. Each woman ran up to the bed and offered themselves to me, begging to be the next slave used by their Amazonian Goddess.
“Please, my Queen! Take me next!”
“I will pleasure you in ways that you could never have imagined.”
“My dear Queen! Use me! I am yours!”
I rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration. They continued to plead and offer me their bodies, begging and touching themselves to entice me.
“Out!” I shouted, pointing to the doorway. The women pulled their robes over their naked bodies and fled the tent. I was left alone and confused, staring upward and wondering what to do with myself.
I had been a strong leader, a desirable mate, and I had every beautiful Amazon in my clan at my beck and call. But, none of them could keep me hard for longer than a few minutes. I looked down at their eager faces and their desperate, submissive eyes, and felt nothing. I was bored with my power and my harem of willing sex slaves. I wanted more. I longed for that feeling of helplessness that I had only ever felt when I was in the Candy Club. That submissiveness that was forced upon me was the most alive I had felt in all my life.
I laid there in my tent for hours, stroking my cock and imagining my succubus Mistress using me against my will. The way her power and dominance overshadowed me was humbling, and I closed my eyes and pictured her devilish amber eyes staring into my soul. I could still taste her delicious demon juices on my tongue, and just the thought of being back in that den of lust made me throb. I knew that the women here could never satisfy me now that I had experienced the rush of forbidden desires. I had to return to the Candy Club.
It was late in the evening and I had crept through my village under the cover of dark. I made my way to the Forbidden Zone, my face covered with a heavy cloak. I made my way through the streets, passing all manner of unseemly creatures as I cowered beneath my disguise. Elven mystics lured passers by in with promises of magical potions that would bring them to new heights of ecstasy. Slave traders with caged sprites offered deals on his tiny winged slaves. I ignored all of the shamelessness of the inhabitants of this town and focussed on my destination.
Before long, I made it to the gnarled tree that contained a hidden lair of fantasies. I stood outside the front door for what seemed like an eternity, conflicted about whether or not this was truly what I wanted. Could I really do this again? I was so afraid that Sylvina would reveal my lustful indiscretions to my clan, and I would be ruined, but I couldn’t resist coming back for more. This was the only way I could satisfy my sick desires, I needed to release.
I took a deep breath in and opened the heavy wooden door. I stepped inside, and it felt like a wave of relief hit me. I was home. The sounds of moaning and drinking. Laughing and partying. It all felt right. But, I knew I needed to be discreet. I kept my cloak over my face and wandered around the lobby. The pixies and wolfmen frolicked together in the corners, and the tabaxi knelt in front of the fire demon, sucking his burning red cock. I felt my cock stiffen as I walked around the massive entryway, and I didn’t know what to do. I looked up at the raining overlooking to lobby, wondering if Mistress Sylvina was waiting for me once again.
When I saw no signs of the great Succubus, I decided to wander through the other areas of the club that I had not yet ventured. I noticed the stairway in the lobby leading down into the underground area of the club. The wicked red glow made me shudder, but my curiosity took over. I pulled my hood over my face and hurried toward the staircase.
I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the foggy red dungeon that beckoned me. I squeezed my eyes shut and gulped, before descending the iron staircase into the depths of hell itself. I slowly made my way downward, leaning forward to peak around the corner before stepping down onto the stone floor.
It was a different atmosphere here. There were still various creatures and consorts mingling and touching each other in the steamy stone hall. However, the sounds of laughter and cheer were gone, replaced by the crack of a whip and sputtering screams. There was a long, dark, stone hallway, lit dimly with red flaming torches. A strange mist lingered in the air, and I inhaled a deep breath of it. I suddenly felt light headed, and I stumbled down the long hallway. A grey, horned, demon male with a toned body and long, black tail, walked past me with a toothy grin. I kept my head down, passing all manner of demon and underworld creature.
A tall vampiress with long red hair, and a bloody smile, walked by me. Her naked body was spotted with blood splatter, and she wore a black boa around her neck. I saw in the distance, a banshee, her skin blue and translucent. She guided a small human into a room and her eyes glowed red as she followed her prey inside and shut the door.
As I focused on my eerie surroundings, a thick, wooden door opened to my right. Before I could react, I was yanked into a small, dark room. The door slammed shut behind me and I looked up to see a small spider demon. She was petite, and human-like except for her large eyes, and her eight, long arms. Her skin was dark and she had short, spiky brunette hair. I stood up, standing tall over her. I knew I could never submit to such a tiny, submissive looking creature, and my disappointment was clear.
“You think you can control the great Amazonian Queen, little spiderling? You are mistaken.” I scoffed. The creature looked up at me, and then her eyes darted behind me.
“It is not me that wanted you.” Her squeaky voice was fearful, and she took a step back. Before ai could ask what she meant, she scurried out the door and I heard it lock from the other side.
I ran toward the heavy door, banging on the thick wood. I was confused and frightened, and I began to look around the room that I was now trapped in. The walls were worn stone just like the hallway, and the room was lit with swirling red torches. The fire in the torches seemed to be of a magical nature, the flame dancing like a mist rather than true fire. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw the frightening furniture that decorated the dungeon.
In one corner stood a tall, wooden St. Andrews Cross, with leather straps bolted to the sturdy frame. The walls were mounted with shelves and racks, holding every manner of torture device imaginable. I saw whips, a cat o’ nine tails, riding crops, and paddles of different shapes and sizes, hung from a line of hooks. A shelf held bottles of colourful potions and acids meant for hideous torture. A desk sat against the wall, and spread out over the surface, was an array of toys and torture devices. There were ball gags, cuffs and straps, masks and blindfolds, ropes, chains, and leashes. To the right of the door, beside the cross, sat a small table topped with a variety if anal toys, plugs and devices.
I looked around the room, a shocked expression on my face. On the far corner, stood a long, black, velvet curtain. I saw the fabric move slightly, and I stepped toward it. Before I could reach out and grab the curtain, it flew open. I jumped back in surprise, and there, standing before me, was the most ethereal being I had ever laid my eyes upon.
She was gorgeous. Tall, and slender, with the fairest skin of any creature in the land. Her hair was fine as silk, pure white with wisps of amethyst, and so long that it grazed the floor as she walked. Her slim figure was perfectly shaped, with a firm, round backside and round, supple breasts. Her breasts were covered by a thin, sheer, pearlescent fabric that wrapped around her. Her clinging bra was held on with think, silver clasps that clung around neck. Her cleavage was breathtaking, and her flat, toned stomach was bare. Her white, silky thong hugged her hips, and the sheer fabric hung down over her milky thighs. I could see the feminine legs beneath her skirt, and it was held around her waist with a silver belt, adorned with a large pink jewel held just below her navel.
Her facial features were that of a dream. Delicate, soft, celestial. Her eyes were a glimmering silver with specks of violet and gold. Her lips were a rose pink colour, and she wore a lavender coloured stone around her swan-like neck. She would have been a perfect being, even as a human. However, the most humbling feature of this Goddess, was her wings. Pearlescent white feathers stretched outward from her shoulder blades, and curled forward delicately as she moved. It was clear what she truly was, something I had never before seen with my own eyes. An angel.
I fell to my knees, staring up at the divine beauty before me. I had never before been in the presence of a true divine entity. A heavenly angel. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I knelt before her and waited for her to address me. I did not wait long.
“Stand, Amazon Queen.” Her voice was like a melody, playing in my mind. It was as if she didn’t even speak, her thoughts echoed through the air. I stood up, staring into her glimmering eyes and gulping hard as I tried to speak.
“M-my God…I have never stood before an angel before, are you here to bring me to judgment? To guide me onto the path of purity once again?” I feared judgment for my lustful desires and actions, but, the angel tilted her head and smiled sweetly. Her caring expression put me at ease, and I wondered what she could be doing in such a place, if not to send sinners on the righteous path.
“I am Evangeline. Daughter of the sky.” Her lips barely moved, and her soft voice was like a drug. I felt relaxed and at ease as she spoke to me. She took a gentle step toward me, her bare feet stepping lightly over the stone floor. She raised her hands, guiding me backward across the the room. I stepped back, following her lead. Her ethereal glow calmed me. I felt high, my eyes fluttering and heavy. I lost a few seconds as my mind wavered, and when I snapped back to reality, I couldn’t move.
“W-wait…what’s going on?” I stuttered, looking around the room. I looked to my right and noticed my wrist was strapped to the St. Andrews Cross. My left was as well, and my ankles were both attached to the base. I pulled against my restraints, tugging and yanking at the thick leather. I was strapped in tight, unable to move or escape.
“You may struggle if you wish.” She sung, her voice like a whisper. “In fact, I prefer it.” Her smile was oddly intimidating, and her expression was more lustful than it had been before.
“What is this? Is this some kind of higher punishment for my filthy indiscretions?” I muttered, sweat dripping from my brow. Evangeline took one slow step toward me, her pure white skin so close that I could feel the coolness of her flesh on my warm face.
“No, no. Not at all.” She cooed. “What happens to you this night is no form of punishment, child. It is not personal or planned. This is nothing that should change your way of life at all. Tonight, what I will do to your tender, mortal flesh, is purely recreational.”
Her speech was calm and steady, though I could see a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. I noticed at this moment, that she was now holding a short riding crop in her right hand. My eyes darted between her weapon and her gentle facial features. It all seemed so detached, but soon, it would come together in a fearful and erotic experience that I would not soon forget.
Crack
The riding crop struck my left cheek. I gasped and whimpered at the searing pain in my face. I looked back at the angel, her expression unchanging.
“What on earth! What are you doing? Release me! I did not come here to be tortured!” I cried out, stifling the growing erection beneath my loincloth. Evangeline’s smile spread across her face and she shuttered, taking great pleasure in my suffering.
“Angels are pure beings.” She explained. “We shower goodness upon the earth and provide love and light to all. I, however, have desires that the heavenly light inside me has been fighting for many years. I am finally allowing myself to free the sadistic urges that I have been suppressing for millenia.” With that, she struck me once more. Her riding crop made contact with my hip and I winced. My pain fueled her, and she slipped her cold fingers beneath my robe. She tore the fabric, and it disintegrated into the air, leaving me naked and chilled in her presence.
My skin was bare, and my cock throbbed at the helplessness that I felt being restrained by this higher being. I had been the most prominent and important person in my tribe for so long, being served and catered to. Now, before this celestial, powerful angel, I was weak. I had no power, no influence. I was at her mercy.
“I would prefer you to express your discomfort.” She spoke matter-of-factly. The riding crop smacked my left breast and I gasped at the stinging sensation. I looked down at the red mark that she left on my breast, and whimpered. “Much better.”
She dropped her tool onto the floor and within seconds it was replaced by a long, braided whip. She stood back, staring at my naked, helpless body, and raised the whip above and behind her shoulder.
Woosh, crack!
The whip cracked across my body, striking my breasts and my shoulder. I screamed in pain and tears welled in my eyes. This was the first time the angels expression truly changed. She inhaled deeply, quivering with pleasure at my suffering.
“Beg for mercy.” She demanded.
“No, no I cannot! You are a higher being, you are supposed to-“
Woosh. Crack!
“Aah! I’m sorry! I beg you! Great Goddess of the heavens! Please, have mercy!” I submitted. My cock throbbed, the tit engorged as I obeyed my angelic Mistress.
“Yes!” She cried, an expression of satisfaction and sensuality crossing her face. “That is it!”
She swung her whip over my head gently, wrapping it around my neck and using it as leverage. She placed her feet on my thighs, pulling herself up by my neck. She lowered herself down onto my crotch, her panties seemingly disappearing as she moved. I caught a glimpse of her smooth, milky mound as she squatted on me. I looked up into her hungry eyes and begged once more for freedom.
“Please! Wait! My lady, it is forbidden! Mating with a celestial such as yourself is against the very laws of heaven and earth! I beg you, do not doom me to be a mortal toy! I will be less than nothing being used by you!” I struggled to break free of my bonds, fighting to free myself. I would surely be a lowly creature, unworthy of my crown, in fact, my life, if I were to lower an angel so much to mate with a mortal like me.
She ignored my pleas. She looked into my eyes with lustful dominance, and lowered herself down onto my leaking erection. I felt the heavenly moisture gush from her eager hole. My tip penetrated her tight, warm, angel cunt, and I could sense the energy within her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me into her so hard I could feel her cervix.
“You will be a perfect toy for me. A mortal instrument for my pleasure.” She spoke so softly. She began to grind against me, my cock sliding in and out of her warm cavern, and her throbbing clit rubbing against my pelvic bone. Her breathing was heavy but steady and I couldn’t help but moan and whimper at the sensation of her welcoming chasm.
“Mistress! Please! Ooooh, God! I can’t do this, God, it’s so wrong!” My begging was ignored, and the angelic creature rode me like a stallion. I groaned lowly, staring at her perfectly round, bouncing breasts. They nearly popped free of their sheer fabric prison as she bounced up and down on my raging cock. She rode me, twirling her hips around in gentle circles and grinding her firm body against me.
“You are a simple pawn in my sexual experimentation. You will provide your Angel Queen with all the pleasures that a mortal experiences. You’re wishes mean nothing, child. You are, mmm, all mine!” This was the first time she raised her voice, and I nodded in agreement. She began to moan loudly, crying out like she had never felt such pleasures before.
I started to feel a tightening in my scrotum, and knew that if this beauty continued to use me against my will, I would not be able to stop myself from releasing inside her. I tried to fight the incredible urge to climax, but the sight of her supple body made me quiver.
Evangeline’s tits pressed against my face and I inhaled her heavenly scent. Her firm, round orbs smacked me in the face with every thrust. Her ample backside bounced on my pulsating dick, and she bit her lower lip as she fucked my helpless body. Her moans became screams and I could see her face twisting in joyful agony. She became more and more human every minute that my mortal cock pleased her. Her cries were louder and more free than they had been before, and she let loose with her body.
“That’s it! That’s my mortal slave! Fuck this pussy like your Angel Queen deserves!” She gritted her teeth, humping me fast and hard as I stifled my orgasm as best I could.
“Please, my Angel Queen! Just, don’t tell anyone! Oooh, I think I’m going to cum! Please, please stop. I can’t cum inside such a being as yourself, it is forbidden!” I began to shake, sweat dripping down my neck. “I ‘m so close! I am going to cum!”
Before the orgasm took over, Evangeline pulled my rock hard member from her divine pussy. As the pleasure faded, and my climax subsided, I breathed a sigh of relief. It looked as though my Angelic captor was finally showing mercy and releasing me from this sensual prison.
Evangeline stood before me and tore the fabric away from her milky globes. She reached over my head, and loosened my restraints. I slipped my hands through the leather straps and rubbed my sore wrists. Just as I was about to head for the door, Evangeline ordered me to kneel.
“On your knees. I’m not finished with you just yet.” Her voice was less delicate and more demanding now. She was finding her dominance and releasing the darkness within her.
“I-I can’t, this has gone too far, I need to leave.” I stepped toward the door, and I felt her cool, yet strong hands around the back of my neck.
Evangeline threw me to the floor and I tumbled down onto the cold stone. When I looked up, she was holding a red, leather cat o’ nine tails in her right hand, and a black collar attached to a long leash, in the other. She had an expression of pure lust and desire on her face, and I could see her slowly losing control.
“My new Amazon pet will obey. On your knees!” She shrieked. I hopped up onto my knees, and knelt in front of her, obediently. She snapped the collar around my neck and wrapped the end of the leash around her knuckles. She pulled me close and leaned down, her face close to mine. She said nothing, just bit the air in front of me and smirked.
She took a couple of steps around me, still holding tight to my leash, until she was standing behind me and to my left. Without warning, I felt the crack of the cat o’ nine tails make contact with my right ass cheek. I yelped and jumped at the sudden pain and the loud cracking noise.
“Ah! What, what do you want me to do!” I asked, my body tensed, and waiting for the next impact.
“You will no longer be restrained. You will fuck me of your own free will and you will love every second of it.” She explained. I shook my head, and closed my eyes in disbelief.
“I-I can’t, Miss. I couldn’t…” The loud crack hit my ears, even before the searing pain in my back could be registered in my brain. I yelped again, and cried out in pain.
Evangeline pulled at my collar, and swung her petite body down by my leash, using my neck as a leverage point. In one, smooth, graceful movement, she slid herself underneath me, and laid naked beneath my massive frame. Her legs were spread, and her ankles hooked around my waist. She pulled me down close to her and I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. I looked down at her sublime figure, my cock aching and throbbing for her. I couldn’t forget the tight, warm embrace of her creamy pussy enveloping my mass.
“I will not ask again. Fuck me, peasant!” She hollered. Her intensity was more than I could resist, and I quivered, and gave in to her otherworldly demands. I plunged into her blessed depths, basking in the ethereal glow of her pleasure. She groaned as I entered her, and her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she cried out in ecstacy.
“Oh, my Angel Queen! This is so…wrong!” I whimpered, thrusting steadily into her hungry hole. She pulled at my leash, spurring me on, until I was pounding her so hard and fast that I lost myself in her body. This incredible woman writhed beneath me, her chest rising and falling with every thrust of my thick, meaty tool.
“Do it! Give me all the earthly pleasure that I have been waiting for! Give me that delicious mortal essence! I want it deep inside me!” She bellowed. Her fingernails pierced my flesh, and she bucked her hips up into me. I could feel her juices flowing down my balls, and her high pitched whines rung through my ears. I watched her tits bounce, her rosy lips part with the sweet sounds of bliss escaping her pretty mouth, her white hair spread out in a fan across the stone floor. I remembered fucking my concubines like this in my tent, not so long ago.
This was where I was meant to be. The fear, the shame, the intense guilt of sullying a perfect being. Being trapped and used by this woman, held against my will and whipped into submission by this angel. I felt her body squeeze around my pulsing shaft, and I couldn’t control myself any longer.
“Evangeline, I-I’m close again. I don’t think I can hold back much longer!” I whimpered. She grabbed onto my hair and kissed me hard, her silky lips pressing against mine. I lost myself in her ethereal essence, and soon, my cock was ready to empty into her creamy chasm. “There it is! I…I have to stop!”
I tried to pull myself out of her, but it was too late. She wrapped her legs tight around my hips and thrust herself upward, coaxing the juices from my weak, and tender body. I tried to resist, but my climax was unstoppable. My milky load sprung from my tip, coating her insides, and filling her to the brim with my thick cream. My face was flushed, and I let out a long, sputtering groan as I finished inside her.
My orgasm pushed Evangeline over the edge, and her glistening eyes rolled back as she screamed with pure, unadulterated satisfaction.
“Yes! Yes, yes, YES!” Her body convulsed, shaking as she felt her first orgasm take over. Her bosom heaved, her back arched, and her pussy clenched around my still spurting cock. I could feel a mixture of my cum and her sweet juices spraying over my balls and legs. Her aroma was heavenly, and her noises made me shutter. She was the most incredible woman I had ever made orgasm, and the satisfaction was intense. For a moment.
“Oh, oh my God. I mean, your God! I…what have I done?” I stammered, reality finally setting in. “I’ve sullied the highest being known to mortals! I’ve desecrated your heavenly body!”
Evangeline laughed as I rolled off of her glistening body. I grabbed at my robe, that hung, fully intact, on an iron hook beside of the wooden door. I threw the robe over my naked, drenched flesh. I looked back at the angel, laying wet and satisfied on the ground, and my heart sunk. I was a sinner, and couldn’t handle the shame of what I had done. But, the most shameful feeling of all, was the gratification and contentment of finally cumming. I had been so bored and unfulfilled by the slave women in my tribe, and being controlled and abused into doing such heinous, and forbidden things, made me feel right again.
I turned away, unable to look any longer at the angel on the ground, filled with my juices. I darted out the door, hurrying down the dark hallway, and toward the stairs that I had descended earlier that night. I pulled my hood over my head and ran up the staircase, taking two steps at a time. I rushed through the crowd in the lobby and made my way out the front door of the Candy Club.
As Took my first step out the door, I heard a melodic voice echo in my ears.
“Good mortal. I will keep your essence with me, forever.”
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