~angelwings'~ story

towards the setting sun in the hazy leftover light of the day, i fly high above. upon my shoulder rides my little cherub, her hair blowing in the breeze. we soar unhindered over the worldly realm below, flying free amid the clouds, and swimming through the blue ocean of the sky.

as our destination approaches, i start to gracefully circle towards a secluded mountain top. with slowing speed i drift in upon the rooftop of an immense lodge which is hidden beneath towering trees. in the beauty of these natural surroundings, and stopping to listen for a moment, i catch my breath from my journey. my ears perceive the nearby waterfall and the trickling sounds of the stream flowing down the hillside. birds welcome me with their songs.

i study the gathering crowd in the yard below. my eyes move from one P/person to A/another taking mental notes for the days to come. this gathering of souls has come from far and wide for one purpose, and my heart beats with excited anticipation. spreading my wings once again, i glide softly to the ground and begin to mingle with the O/others, exchanging the niceties of the initial small talk, as strangers begin to get to know O/one A/another.

Amorlock is a massive man with long dark hair. His outfit reminds me of that of a hunter, and i gaze at His backpack wondering what things it contains. *eg* He is speaking with a small group that i am to be a part of for the weekend. introductions reveal marissa, a petite woman, who wears a dress made of a soft flowing fabric that catches the wind. my wings cannot help but move and inconspiculously create a breeze. with a little smirk on my face, i watch the thin material hug up against her lucious form. smiling, Wondra introduces Herself to me and i give Her due honors. chuckling to myself, i can only think that She is some modern reincarnation of Xena! my eyes feast on Her voluptuous curves and strong body. galen gives courtesies as i introduce myself to this man of few garments, but many muscles. as we get acquainted, i allow myself to enjoy the scenery. *ws*

then the crowd comes to a hush as two figures emerge from the lodge and stand at the top of the stone stairs. Lord Raydor and pipetta{LR}, hosts for the weekend, in magnificent garb, await the attention of A/all. Lord Raydor then speaks His welcome and gives directions regarding general schedules, room arrangements, food, recreation areas, and all the tedious yet necessary details that are needed to commence the weekend plans as efficiently as possible. He introduces pepitta{LR} as many gaze upon her seductive beauty with awe.

guides are assigned to give the G/guests tours, first to T/their rooms, then around the building and premises. rooms, many rooms, for many purposes, meet the eyes of A/all those attending as E/each observes in polite silence, the equipment and accommodations. the last rooms lie far below in the darkness of the cellars, many dungeons with numerous themes. an air of tension begins to build as E/each dwells upon H/his or H/her own thoughts.

outdoors the guides lead their small groups to see some of the natural beauty of the area; trails and flowers, trees and animals abound. little cherub hides under my wing, quivering with fear, at the sight of any animal. the waterfall is the climax of this part of the tour, as it flows with thundering power into the large pool that it has created for itself, and then from there streams down the slopes of the mountain. It is all beauty, and all very, very far away from any other civilization.

yet also outdoors, W/we are led past different areas that are spread far and wide within the private parts of the deep forest; areas that have been prepared with crude structures made from the trees and natural supplies of the land. each is in the care of some attendants who are piling wood for evening fires. the equipment in these places makes the hair stand on end for several in the group. they must be newbies, i think to myself.

finally we arrive back at the lodge where, in the huge dining room, a fine dinner awaits A/all. W/we are seated with O/our groups so that W/we may continue to become better acquainted. Lord Raydor is the first to sit. He then motions His permission to His lovely pepitta{LR}, and she graciously seats herself at His side. Lord Raydor gives a brief welcome once again and encourages E/everyone to freely feast and imbibe on the many drinks available. W/we are then instructed to take O/our seats, and His entourage of scantily clad male and female slaves serve U/us with trained precision of movement and care.

once finished with O/our feasting, the guides lead each group to a round amphitheater behind the lodge. it is covered by a roof, and has rows of seats that form a circle around a raised stage. the stage rotates in a slow circle, as W/we look at what is on it, E/each again filled with both inner excitement and some trepidation. there are several large male slaves in loin cloths who stand at motionless attention at the base of the platform. an entranceway can be seen coming from underground, and the whole area is lit with the flickering light of scores of torches placed round about. the crowd is totally encased in the low toned mutterings of O/one speaking to A/another about what may be in store for this first night.

with pipetta{LR} on His arm, Lord Raydor so silently enters, that F/few notice His stately arrival. He stands near two regal chairs placed closely to the staging area. suddenly the loud ~CRACK!~ of a bullwhip snaps the crowd into total silence!! E/veryone instantly turns T/heir attention to Lord Raydor where He stands with the whip poised in His hand, as if ready to crack it a second time if necessary. His gleaming eyes slowly scan the crowd, as He looks deeply into the eyes of E/each and every O/one in attendance. Without prompting the P/people quietly rise, stand, and in unison bow deeply in His direction. T/they remain motionless awaiting His command. It seems to be forever before the words come, "Y/ou may be seated."

as W/we sit, He takes His lady's hand and leads her to her throne like chair. in His booming, loud, and authoritative voice He begins, "I know why Y/ouhave come, ~long pause~ *WS* and Y/ou know why Y/you have come. ~his eyes scanning and looking straight through P/people, sending cold chills up and down T/their spines~ You are A/all here by My invitation only, based upon the excellent references I have received regarding Y/you. I have planned a magnificent weekend for Y/your enjoyment, ~EFG~ and for Y/your instruction. ~a wicked glint in his eyes, He smirks and slightly nods His head towards center stage, as He motions with His hand in a great, wide circle.~ continuing, He says, "W/we shall all observe here together each evening before Y/you go to Y/your individually assigned areas. ~wicked grin~ and now, without further delay, let the festivities begin!!"

Lord Raydor turns to look towards the ramp that leads downward into the ground. T/those in the stands rubberneck and stretch to see, but remain silent in T/their places. eight more strongmen slaves, clad like their brothers, lead four souls to the stage and stand them north, south, east, and west. two slaves stand beside each one of the two men and the two women. they all wear short togas with snaps at the shoulders. a serious look adorns the faceof each. crop in hand and pointing with it, Lord Raydor indicates the male to the north and the female to the south. these two are then led by their two attendants up onto the rotating stage for A/all to easily see.

at the signal of the crack of Lord Raydor's whip, the slaves easily remove the togas, unsnapping them at the shoulders. they are led to stand centerstage in full nudity where the slaves attach cuffs to their wrists and ankles. if these mortals tremble, no O/one can see. they stand motionless in utter trained obedience. even so, their eyes betray their inward and intense fears. but next these eyes are covered with black, leather, masks that they might not see. they shall hear. and they shall certainly feel. terror thunders in their hearts, but it is unheard by A/any. led to face towards one another, they are shackled firmly into a widespread fashion with arms and legs pulled taught to each side, limiting almost all movement. they now stand about four feet from each other, and O/one can see them struggling to move into some semblance of more comfort, straining at the cords that hold them in place.

the slaves step down as hulks in leather approach the two, along with several female slaves. all bow respectfully now to Lord Raydor, awaiting His command. ~a loud crack of His whip! again! again!~ strikes the floor in front of Him as he shouts, "BEGIN!" S/some in the arena cringe. the leathered hulks pick up paddles covered with rough sandpaper and embedded with tiny jewels. they begin to whack on the asses of their captives. bodies are thrown forward and moans are heard. This continues as two pale asses are reddened and rendered raw by the rough paddles striking them. the backs of their thighs are not spared either, as swing after swing, after swing of tremendous force pummels them. screams can beheard as the innocents try to remain silent, but fail.

Lord Raydor claps His hands once. the leathermen stop. they now pick up heavy, rough straps that once were used to sharpen a barber's razor, but are now recycled for another purpose. two each work both north and south, swinging the razor straps with practiced precision. the front and back of the legs, asses, backs, and bellies, are struck with blows that force tears to the eyes and turn the skin raw with each blow. the air fills with the swirling, hissing sound of the straps flying through the air, and of the falling blows ripping against vulnerable skin. only breasts and genitals are spared.

Lord Raydor's whip whistles through the air, ending with a loud CRACK! the leathermen cease. Lord Raydor, a wild gleam in His eye, motions to the female slaves, and they walk towards those who hang now in a weakened state. they proceed to twist and pull and yank on the nipples of the man and the woman whose silent faces wince with each touch. then tooth clawed nipple clamps are firmly and tightly attached to each nipple, and long chains are added. low moans escape the mouths of the two held captive, as the pinching and then the weight of the chains pull their tender parts. their bodies remain totally aflame with pain, burning, and stinging running through them.

now they endure further shame. the women connect the chain of the females left breast to the left breast of the male and, in turn, they connect the chains of the females right nipple to the right one of the male. as these chains are now pulled taut they form an X. the moaning and cries increase, but the women are not done. they attach a weight at the center point of the X. finished with their task now they slowly back away. it is now evident to the male and the female that if either moves in the slightest manner, great pain will instantly be delivered to the other. each attempts to still the hard breathing their bodies yearn for, and yet must stifle to small intakes of desperately needed air.

another set of women silently approach, unheard by the two who can now only hear the pain that screams silently inside of their heads. two approach the male and two towards the female. they do their work in tandem with lightening speed. for the male, his balls are wrapped at the top with coarse twine, tied, and then this twine dangles low at knee height, where a weight is attached and roughly dropped and swung back and forth. he jerks and momentarily sends lightening pain to his female partner! all four nipples are pulled and strained in agony. both of them quickly work to be still again. simultaneously the female has had a set of harsh and biting clamps attached to her outer labia. these are taped to securely stretch and fasten them to her legs and abdomen so that she is spread wide open. she too moans and her slight movement has been in unison with that of her partner in pain. so skillful are the practiced hands of these women, that their timing is precisely done for this very reason.

next the man feels soft hands stroking his penis causing it to become engorged, hardening, and becoming long. A/all can see the look of pleasure that crosses his face. it is then that his organ is held straight out and a catheter is lubricated and speedily thrust inside of him. as bolts of pain shoot up his hard penis, the slave woman injects saline into a smaller tube attached to the longer, inserted tube. A ball inside the male's bladder fills and expands as 10 cc's of fluid is put in. then a weight is attached to the 10" length of tubing sticking out from the tender tip of his member. it drags this stiff piece of meat downward producing indescribable sensations of a combination of pain and pleasure. one woman remains as the others leave. it is her job to see that his penis remains painfully erect. for the woman, she has had her clitoris pierced with rings set in place and attached to a chain; it too, being weighted at the bottom end and and set into a painfully, swinging motion. movements have joined the low moans from the male and female and those low moans have become short screams and pleas, as movements cause the intense pain to attack their nipples once again.

~CRACK!~ Lord Raydor's whip shouts again! and now the slaves who have been patiently waiting approach, each as a pair, to the male and and to the female that they have been assigned to. all this while the stage, like a turntable has been slowly rotating around, and around, allowing A/all to see these events from every angle. nothing has escaped the eyes and minds of the O/onlookers. and now T/they observe as the four male slaves remove their loin cloths and stand naked on the stage facing the audience. they start stroking their manhood while the crowd watches four huge cocks harden and rise to attention. then they go to the male and female and remove the nipple clamps, tossing them aside, as each sucks hard on the inflamed nips. blood returns to these four nipples with heavy, searing, pain, intensified by the suction of the mouths of the slaves who are obviously enjoying their work.

then one of the female slaves approaches the male with a wicked smile on her face. the slave who has been stroking and licking his penis is told to continue and to get it as hard as possible. as this kneeling woman does as she is told, the other takes her syringe out and places it back into the short tube that is connected to the one that goes deep inside the male's bladder. 10 cc of saline had originally been inserted, but now she withdraws only 8 cc's. with a satisfied look on her face she says to the male, "this, of course must come out now," ~GBEFG~ and she then proceeds to very, very, slowly start to pull the catheter out through his penis. the inner end of it is now considerably larger than when it was inserted. ignoring his screams she watches the nearly 1/2 inch ball move slowly through his hard, engorged penis stretching its length and watching the ball slowly move upon its path. "this pain is so delicious!" she thinks to herself. finally the ball at the end of the tube pops out through the reddened tip of his penis. the air fills with his blood curdling scream as the male's body falls limp, and breathing is labored. she smiles with sadistic satisfaction and leaves.

when ready, two slaves release the male's wrist bonds from up high, positioning him on hands and knees on the floor, and fastening his wrists to attachments there. then one stands poised at the male's head, while the other stands at attention behind him. the only movement is the slaves stroking their members so as to keep them erect. the woman is left in her X'd position, and duct tape is attached to three places on each side of her raw ass cheeks. then the pieces of tape are pulled hard and pressed down so that her ass is spread as wide open as her pussy that has remained clamped open. the clit rings are left in place, but the chain and weight are removed and discarded. now her male slaves stand one in front and one in back of her, all the while masturbating their manhood to keep them hard and large. ~a shrill w h i s s s s s s t l e sweeps and sails through the air!!~

~CRACK!!~ Lord Raydor once again signals! the four slaves on the platform deftly remove the blindfolds of the male and female, who blink at the sudden intrusion of light from the torches that surround them. as they focus and turn their heads to look around, they see the bodies standing by them. they see the evil grins on these faces. they can see the crowds with all eyes upon them as they are poised and spread wide and exposed to E/everyone. every part of their bodies is screaming with pain and burning as if on fire! and now they know. they know what is going to happen next! three more times Lord Raydor sends the whistling sound of the whip resounding throughout the amphitheater!! CRACK!!...... CRACK!!......CRACK!!

at this signal four long, broad, penises move quickly and mercilessly towards their targets. with trained timing and one single thrust, they ram the open the asses of the male and female! screams echo off the walls! this is followed by one slave kneeling before the male's face and telling him to open his mouth, while simultaneously the female's slave positions his cock at the entrance of her exposed, dripping wet pussy. CLAP!! Lord Raydor signals, and these two dicks join the first two with the force of torpedoes racing through the water! the cries of the woman can be heard, but the male makes no sound. the wickedly large cock has entered the full length of his throat with one mighty thrust.

for nearly 30 minutes these powerful slaves pummel, and rip, and stroke away, in and out, in and out; carefully aiming and alternating the angle of their thrusts and changing the timing of their rhythms. finally, Lord Raydor rings a bell, and they begin to furiously thrust in and out, synchronizing their timing, in and out. as they gradually increase the speed and depth of their pounding, the bell sounds once more, and this signals that the slaves are given permission to cum. copious amounts of their liquids are released deep inside the male and the female, who now feel the heat and pressure of this action at their raw innards. after a few moments, the slaves remove themselves from the male and female. they bow towards Lord Raydor who gives them a hand signal to be gone.

other slaves arrive and release the bonds that have held the two in their agony, allowing them to slide limp, and motionless, to the platform. silence fills the air. the stage continues to rotate with the exhausted, burning, motionless forms upon it. a parade of slaves returns down the path to the underground. east and west, with their two slave companions are all that is left. east and west in their fear, can barely stand. Lord Raydor stands ready to speak once more.

"L/ladies and G/gentlemen, this concludes this part of the entertainment for this evening. *ws* You Lords and Ladies have Your assignments. at My signal You may proceed to carry on with the plans for this night." His knowing, glistening eyes slowly pass through E/each P/person present. fear rides on the night air in the amphitheater. "as for these two," as He turns to survey the male and the female on the floor, let them walk to their rooms whenever they want ... er ...can." *EFG* then looking down to east and west, "And there is a dungeon in the deep underground for you two." ~smirking~ and waving His hand for them to begone! An evil laugh roars as Lord Raydor turn back towards the silent crowd. "It is time. I do hope Y/you all have a most delightful evening!" ~a very big smile crosses His face as He says in His loud booming voice~ "Begone with Y/you!!!"

Lord Raydor calmly sits in His chair next to His beloved pipetta and holds her leash in His hand, fiddling with it as He watches A/all exit, A/all except the two reddened heaps that still lay motionless on the floor of the turning stage. He pushes a button under the arm of His chair, and the stage comes to a halt. Standing, leash in hand, He says, "Come my lil one, I am inflamed with passions this night. ~EG~ Let us go to My chambers that you may once again show Me how much you love me. and I, will again, bestow My love upon your soft flesh." Stepping over to her He gently kisses her red lips with great loving and tenderness. she smiles and obediently follows behind Him as He leads her away. A look of deep love and devotion adorns her face.

~angelwings~ had carefully moved her seat about halfway through the evening's entertainment. With careful silence she had flown, unseen, to the rafters of the amphitheater where she and cherub watched the events. cherub of course was a little hard to control, for her obvious enthusiasm regarding the show had been evident. ~angelwings~ carefully muffled her noise with her thick wings. Now that A/all were gone she did a searching fly by around the area to double check for safety. "ah good, we are indeed alone." inside the amphitheater ~angelwings~ began to fly in large circles around the perimeter. she flew faster and faster, creating a great draft of wind. the air passed over the beings that had been left on the stage and, it cooled their skin, blew lifegiving air into their nostrils, and chilled their pain to a bit of numbness.

she watched as, finally, they began to regain conscientiousness and start to move. Low moaning could be heard as they struggled to lift themselves from the floor. ~angelwings~ first went to the female soul and lifted her into her arms. then she proceeded to hold a hand out to the male soul as she helped to gently pull him to his feet. in a soft voice, she whispered, "you must tell me the way to your room. i will fly you there and take care of your wounds." the two put up no argument, and soon ~angelwings~, holding one in each strong arm, lifted off the ground, grateful for the strength and endurance of her wings. back at the room she lay the two souls on the bed, gently putting cool compresses on their skin and nursing all of the hurt areas.

She then went to the kitchen and located some sleeping pills, "ahh, these will get them through the night without further discomfort," she thought. She gave them each a dose, and after they had quickly fallen asleep, she applied disinfectant to their raw skin, having waited till they would not feel the sting of it in their deep sleep. Impatiently, cherub now began to whine and nag at ~angelwings~ to finally stop all of this "sweet" nonsense that she was always undertaking at one place or another. "Let's goooooo!" she begged in her irritation!! ~angelwings~ smiled at her and nodded, "Yes my little friend, it is time for us to go and have some fun of our own." Placing the little scamp on her shoulder, she flew out the window to catch up with her group for the rest of the night's activities.

cherub was ecstatic and so thrilled that she wandered all over ~angelwings's~ body, pinching and teasing, and sucking and kissing, on everything she could crawl to and reach as they flew! ~angelwings~ could feel her senses becoming aroused, and the moisture was starting to flow between her long silky legs. at last they landed a short space away from her group. T/hey didn't see her approach, because more pleasurable events had already commenced, and T/they were preoccupied with watching. Later, A/all figured that she had just lost her way a bit while flying. T/they thought nothing about the time lapse. two by two, E/each O/one in her group had already had their turn. when the last set was completed, a lot of smirking faces turned to look at the beautiful angel.

the group's guide ~wg~ remarked that somehow this group had an odd number of P/people in it! ~angelwings~ could almost see the wheels turning in T/heir heads. and her lil cherub was simply beside herself with glee as she imagined what might be in store for her beautiful angel. she knew what she liked. as an angel, she would always rise to the occasion to help those in need...but as a personality, she liked the kinky lil things she would try to find for her at different places and events. she fairly trembled as she watched now. the guide, grinning, and looking at sweet ~angelwings~, scratched his chin thoughtfully and said, "well, as best i see it, Amorlock took gooood care of marissa. and then Wondra was an excellent Domme for galen." A/all present nodded their heads in agreement, and A/all had the same kind of knowing smile on T/their faces.

the guide continued, "so if there are no objections, i think that W/we A/all should pleasure this lovely angel together tonight!" E/everyone was clapping T/their hands in agreement, including a mischievous little creature peaking out from under the wings of ~angelwings~ who kept shoving her back into hiding. ~angelwings~ gulped a little, smiled, and said, "as a sub i am here to do the bidding of the Ladies and Masters here. i will consent to Their wishes. then she gave a graceful bow of respect to Lady Wondra and to Sir Amorlock. after brief deliberations, assignments were made regarding specific duties for each, including the other subs. in a scurry of activity it took only moments to prepare the site. ~angelwings~ merely watched all of the activity while little cherub scampered up a nearby tree to safety and from which she could watch her beautiful angel.

lucky galen had been given the honor of removing her clothing, and as he walked over to ~angelwings~, she calmly raised her arms and wings out of the way so that he could attend to his given duties. he trembled far more than she, as he was able to so closely gaze upon her loveliness and be so near to her radiating warmth. finished, and blushing, he stood and faced this angelic creature. although poor galen was totally speechless, ~angelwings~ smiled at him and whispered, "thank you, brother, for your help." she then lowered her arms to her sides, and her wings folded into place behind her. a still naked marissa came and held out her little hand towards ~angelwings~. holding hands she led the angel over to the center of the clearing there in the woods. marissa stopped before a large, yet smoothly sanded log and instructed ~angelwings~ to straddle it with her legs, and then to place her hands near rings embedded into the log. marissa then took her place in the background.

it seemed an eternity that ~angelwings~ had to hold this ignoble position. the width of the log had her legs splayed so wide open that the cool night air that would occasionally breeze by, tickled her hot pussy. suddenly hands grabbed onto wrists and ankles, and before she know it, this angel was captive. she gave no resistance anyway. she knew her place and duty. her precious wings were bagged carefully to protect them, and then they were lifted high and were tied up and away from her torso, baring her back. she noticed the chill of the evening and realized how her wings had kept her warm. she waited. and waited.

hsssssss! as something went through the air, and Amorlock, whip in His skilled hand, landed the first blow to her left buttocks. it was a hard stinging spot that radiated fiery pain and rippled out like when a pebble hits a smooth pond of water. these bee stings, of high proportion, continued and snapped a different place each time. she could hear the warning of the hssssssss whipping through the air, yet she never knew where the blow would land. she endured...and endured...until finally a tear rolled from her eye. no sound had escaped her lips. she was well versed in this kind of endurance, having a high threshold for pain. finally the whip was put down and she felt hands upon her again.

two large fingers entered her ass with lubrication, but then with great strength, pulling hard, these fingers pulled her hole wide open...and then wider still...until tiny spots of blood told the invader to cease. small tears would assist, larger would cause problems and safety rules must be followed. ~angelwings~ no sooner gasped for air in relief, when more hands began placing a dozen clothespins on each breast and nipples. taking deep breaths she remained silent, but she was also aware of the moisture that had formed between her legs. she was gently pushed so that her right facial cheek was on the log, her pained chest now pressed against the wood and her ass was positioned high above the level of her head. she grabbed onto the log with her hands, holding on tight for balance, waiting, and waiting again.

she knew T/they wanted her fear to grow, but this angel simply placed her thoughts with the two she had helped earlier, picturing them sleeping peacefully. as she did this and relaxed, floggers were suddenly everywhere! blows rained down upon her like a thunderstorm, with lightning sharp pain from one, and stinging, searing, sharp rips from another, and heavy, thudding blows from yet others! up in the tree, lil' cherub danced with glee, watching the O/ones W/who administered this to her angel! the flogging didn't stop until there was not a white piece of flesh left upon her. all now was pink to beet red! she was moaning now with each ensuing blow. new strikes were now searing where former ones had landed. she wondered what more she could take! silence struck. total silence.

~angelwings~ was drifting, drifting away now. hands...hands ever so lightly smoothed their way gently over her tormented skin. the touch was wonderful...a relief! something that finally felt good! it continued, and also fingers lightly circled her feminine parts that were so damp now with her sweet dew. touching. circling. rimming. her senses again began to heighten as she drifted back. CRACK! the full, hard, force of a bullwhip struck across her whole body, leaving a red streak that immediately began to raise a welt! searing, deep, pain riveted through her, and she heard herself scream! CRACK! ........ CRACK!....... this time two consecutive blows struck, one to her back and one to the soft under parts of her ass cheeks, so frighteningly close to her tender parts! this time her screams echoed through the forest. but only her sadistic cherub heard and cheered her on.

Four more cracks fell upon her without mercy as she began to sob in between the blood curdling screams she heard from somewhere...surely not her...for her mind had been stricken by the blows, and her thinking ran wild. Wondra. Wondra approached and removed the blindfold. She spoke softwords of kind comfort. She had never seen the likes of this before, and had already come to respect and feel great love for this angel whose wings were now pinned. ~angelwings~ gratefully drank of the kindness of Wondra's words, but then Wondra stood and walked away. ~angelwings~ immediately felt the loss of this comfort. and not a second later Wondra had speedily donned a huge strap on and was placing Her hands on the angel's bottom!

by now, duly weakened, a bolt of fear did finally find its way coursing through her like a spear! Wondra...stood poised directly behind her with a cold object at the door of her tunnel, of the cave of her womanhood. then with instinctive knowledge, Wondra pressed slowly inward allowing each small forward progress work its stretching discomfort. the dildo had a large head to force through and in, and then it narrowed slightly. but as Wondra pressed the strap on inward the widening part of the dildo caused more significant pain, while simultaneously, the length of the thing filled this angel and electrified nerve endings that sent waves of pleasure building inside of her.

Wondra was now working it, harder, faster, deeper, with each thrust! and each time She drove Her hips into ~angelwings~, Her powerful hands grabbed the red flesh and pulled the angel's ass back hard against the ramrod. the pace quickened, pressures increased, pain was overwhelming and intensified pleasure built, and built, until ~angelwings~ cried out an orgasmic scream that shook the leaves on the trees for a mile around! needless to say, lil cherub hung on for dear life as her branch shook and nearly flung her to the ground. but the little wretch never once stopped yelling and screeching for joy! ~angelwings~ collapsed upon the log. her knees, week from pain, and from the thrilling cumming, would no longer hold that ass in the air. she only tried to catch her breath as she felt the huge object slowly withdrawing from her body. she listened to the sounds of suction, her squishing fluids, and finally the pop of release!.

she lay there spent, glad now that it was over. proud that she had made it through. "not too bad," she thought, "i only screamed and cried just a little, " talking to herself in her mind, trying to comfort herself.

WAR! ohmygness!! this is WAR! Amorlock was now hovering over her, and He made sure she saw his long, thick, distended manhood, hard as a rock and bigger than she had ever seen. ohmygness! went through her mind over and over...until it hit! it rammed her asshole!! searing pain! tearing! ripping! it brought pressure and fullness to depths within her she didn't know she even had! Amorlock had thrust his cock deep and hard! and now, placing his hands on the log for balance and pressure, and squatting on his strong haunches He drove her hard and fast until her front hip bones painfully ground against the wood of the log, smooth though it may have been. she swooned into a daze as he went on, and on, and on...driving full length, in and out. sometimes he would totally withdraw and ram hard inwards all over again! He worked the angles as he fired inward and he pressed deeply and painfully around the first curve inside of her. ~angelwings~ was in the mire of pain, and yet felt a second explosion building within her! drive! pound! thrust! and finally as His hot liquid released into the deepest part of her, she too came with atomic proportions and yelled as high as the mountains! the trees blew and swayed as if a hurricane had hit! and, yes, momentarily, little cherub was nowhere be found. *s*

He pulled out. she lay there. both marissa and galen came now and let lose the bonds that had held her down, and the painful clothespins that left red marks on her beautiful breasts. before releasing the restraints of her wings, they applied a soft, cool, healing balm to her back and body. galen reached up and untied the rope holding her bagged wings and freed them. for a moment she lay still. but then with the grit that makes the world spin each day, she forced herself into a sitting position on the log and nodded respectfully to E/each O/one W/who was there. she even managed a little smile for T/them. finally, with some assistance from galen, she stood, regained her balance, and took her first tentative steps. "yes," she thought. "these legs will hold up if i'm a bit careful." all the group saw was the soft smile upon her angelic face.

she walked forward and knelt before Amorlock and Wondra, politely lowering her eyes in respect, and waiting. it was Wondra who finallyspoke to her. "~angelwings~...yes I see your wings...and truly I do believe you are of the angels. never have I seen such courage." and to seal the compliment, Wondra placed a kiss upon ~angelwings'~ hand. "the kiss of F/friendship, angel," She said, ~laughing out loud~ "for I certainly don't think I want one such as this angel to be anything but My F/friend!" ~a lovely smile crossed Her face as Her eyes met with those of ~angelwings~.

then Amorlock stretched out His hand and helped her to her feet. He, too, looked deep into this angel's eyes and then said, "I am honored to know you, lil ~angelwings~. With a beautiful smile on His handsome face, He honored this her by doing that which is seldom, if ever, done! He, with superb pomp and ceremony, dramatically bowed to her...to lil ~angelwings~. as a tear of joy sat in the corner of her eye, a little cherub scampered out of the woods to the safety under her wings, never even peeking out.

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