Note on the Angelic Form: In their astral, ethereal manifestation, angels are endowed with wings and halos. When they assume more corporeal form for combat, those appendages are absorbed into more human like anatomies. The Law of Conservation of Matter/Energy operates even at the astral plane, however, and that material is absorbed mainly in their generous bosoms.

Only bare inches from catching her quarry, Camilla suddenly shuddered as though in pain. It seemed icy fingers grasped her heart with a deadly grip. With a gasp, she realized the chase had led her to the border of the Infernal Region. Once past that barrier, Camilla could no longer count on the Rays of Heaven for Strength. Camilla paused a split second, but retreat was unthinkable. Once she began a mission, no warrior angel would shirk her duty, or flee danger, no matter how dark and sinister. Though her heart was overcast with foreboding, Camilla took a deep breath, and plunged across the unseen barrier. Entering the very Jaws of Hell, gallant Camilla shivered in horror; evil seemed a physical presence in this fell dominion.

At the same time, Asmodea's flagging courage flooded back anew. She was on her home ground. She felt the dark, familiar aura of evil surround her once more. Seeing her pursuer had rashly followed her into her domain, she wheeled around.

Asmodea's sudden turn caught the distracted Camilla by surprise, and the demoness struck with deadly renewed force.

Powers diminished by the deadly, oppressive evil surrounding her, Camilla was badly dazed by Asmodea's first kick. The demoness swiftly capitalized on her initial success, driving her angelic foe to her knees, with a flurry of kicks.

Groggy from the devilish kicks, Camilla would never give up. She desperately grabbed Asmodea's leg, nearly upsetting her foe.

As Asmodea struggled to recover her balance, Camilla dizzily stumbled to her feet, but her legs nearly buckled.

Camilla wearily raised her aching arms as Asmodea swiftly attacked with flying fists.

Asmodea's pounding fists knocked Camilla to her knees, before the angel could throw a single punch in return.

Asmodea grabbed the angel's hair and pulled her head up. Through half closed eyes, Camilla saw the fist aimed at her face. She tried to raise her arms, but they were leaden weights dangling limply at her sides. There was nothing she could do to avoid it.

As Camilla fell forward, all but unconscious, Asmodea drove another kick into her belly.

A final finishing kick to the angel's jaw as she settled to the ground, blacked her out completely.

Grinning in triumph, Asmodea looked down at the golden haired angel lying helplessly unconscious at her feet. She had, long laid, and most evil plans for her fallen foe.

Grinning with evil intent, Asmodea hauled the unconscious angel off the ground, and slung her over her shoulder. She would take her captive back to a seldom used command post, now deserted, to interrogate her. If she could break Camilla, and gain information from her, the planned invasion would go smoothly. Once she accomplished her task, she would turn over her captive to her Dark Master. Her reward  would be great. Camilla was a prize of inestimable value even if she couldn't be broken. Yet Asmodea was an expert at interrogation, and was confident it could be done, and she was the one to do it.  Even angels have their vulnerabilities, and Asmodea was expert at divining and exploiting weakness.

Back at her temporary lair, Asmodea threw her unconscious prize on the floor. Her first priority was to remove the last vestiges of her captive's heavenly dress. She knelt beside Camilla and tore away the angel's remaining garment. Camilla moaned as the demoness's hot burning, rough hands touched her so intimately. Asmodea glared ravenously at the angel's denuded charms. She grinned wolfishly, noting that the angelic absence of body hair gave Camilla's sweet, pink pussy the appearance of a very young girl.

The burning discomfort of Asmodea's touch roused Camilla from her deep swoon. She sat up in confusion, then gasped in dismay at the memory of painful defeat. She looked up anxiously. Asmodea was standing over her, clasping her own white briefs in one hand, and a crimson collar in the other. Camilla's eyes widened in horror. It was the collar placed on all the unfortunates doomed to spend eternity in this hellish place. None who wore it, could escape the confines of hell, not even one of the Heavenly Host. The collar would rob her of all her angelic strength, leaving her as helpless as those wretched mortals, damned for their sins to this evil place.  She must do something before Asmodea secured it around her neck!

But there was naught Camilla could do to protect herself from the wolfishly grinning demoness, now. Before the unfortunate angel could get off her knees, Asmodea threw aside the white briefs, and with practiced skill, snapped the burning red collar shut around Camilla's neck.  Camilla cried out in pain and shock, as the fiery metal burned her white throat and drained the last of her heavenly strength and powers. Camilla's demonic captoress laughed in triumph. With the collar in place, Camilla was hers, to do with as she pleased.