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.

Having defeated and captured her angelic enemy, Asmodea took her to her lair and rendered her weak and helpless by locking the Crimson Collar of Hades about her neck. Now that Camilla was at her mercy, Asmodea pondered a moment. How best to begin her interrogation?  "I'll start with just moderate pain, and build slowly!'  The demoness thought. "Yet, it should be something that will humiliate and humble the blonde bitch! Yes, I know just the thing!"

Asmodea grabbed Camilla's arm, and dragged the weakened angel across her knee, at the same time as she sat down on a rough, nearby bench.

Helplessly draped over Asmodea's lap, yet not intimidated, Camilla glared defiantly at her demon captoress. "Now to wipe that insolent expression from her face!" Asmodea thought confidently as she raised her arm and brought her flattened hand down across, Camilla's luscious white behind. Camilla squawked at the sharp biting pain. Asmodea's hand was hard as steel and burned like molten lava.

Camilla bit her lips vainly seeking to silence her cries of pain. She struggled heroically to escape the devilish grip, but the terrible collar around her neck sapped her strength, and Asmodea's grip was relentless. Camilla's wild struggles soon exhausted her. As her bottom grew fiery red and burned with inhuman pain, she gradually ceased to struggle and slumped helplessly over Asmodea's knees, in apparent surrender to the excruciating humiliation.

When Camilla's limp body ceased all movement, and her cries died to barely audible whimpers, Asmodea flung the angel from her with a gesture of devilish contempt.

Camilla landed on her knees. Kneeling on the floor of Hell, rubbing her very sore behind, the archangel had never imagined she could know such humiliation in all her eternal existence. Yet when Asmodea stood over her, threateningly grasping her hair, she swallowed the lump in her throat, and glared up at the demoness defiantly.

"I'll teach you to glare at me, you Insolent Bitch!" Asmodea snarled and smacked the kneeling angel across the face.

Asmodea's slap flung Camilla to the floor and the demoness leapt atop her, hot burning limbs ensnaring Camilla's milky hued curves like dread pythons. Spanking the beautiful Camilla had aroused tremendous erotic excitement in the demoness, and now she would use that sexual energy to humiliate her victim in a different way. She would slake her dark hunger assaulting Camilla's virginal form, using the haughty supernal being as her sluttish plaything.

Helpless in the powerful demoness's grip Camilla struggled with all her diminished strength, but it was useless; Asmodea easily dominated her captive body.

The demoness flicked out her long, green, forked tongue and thrust it in Camilla's ear. A demoness's tongue is sensitive as a clitoris, and Asmodea breathed heavily, nearly panting, as she lewdly toyed with her celestially beautiful victim.

Helplessly dominated by Asmodea's odious grip, Camilla found the strong, supple, grotesquely green tongue lapping at her sensitive ear impossible to ignore. Her pink nipples stiffened in forbidden, unwanted craving. She gasped in disgust at her own hateful spasm of erotic arousal.

"You foul fiend!" Camilla snarled, but Asmodea only laughed, as she thrust her burning tongue deeper into Camilla's ear.

Asmodea twisted Camilla around to reach that desirable, ripe lipped mouth, and forced her horrible green tongue between the angel's trembling lips, at the same time fingering her stiff nipples. The demoness's long, forked tongue thrust half way down Camilla's throat, nearly choking her, but she couldn't resist its mastery. Before she could stop herself, Camilla sucked hungrily at the demoness's obscene oral tool, though it burned her mouth and lips with hellish intensity.

Asmodea twisted and wiggled until her lapping tongue reached Camilla's stiff thrusting nipples. The humiliated angel covered her eyes in shame at the response the demoness aroused in her captive body.

Feeling resistance fading, Asmodea thrust her hand between Camilla's thighs finding her jewel like pussy. The blonde angel stiffened in shame, as the demoness tantalized her stiffly engorged clitoris.

Now came the worst of all; Asmodea spread Camilla's strongly muscled thighs, now so weak in her grasp, and boldly eyed the angel's pink, celestial treasure of passion.

Asmodea's head plunged between Camilla's thighs, and her darting tongue lapped at Camilla's labia.  Camilla gritted her teeth and clenched her hands in renewed determination to resist the diabolical onslaught. Then, that devilish green tongue found her most intimate treasure, and assaulted it with insistent, irresistible skill. It was as though a heavenly lightening bolt tore through Camilla's pure form.

Passionate tremors shook the captive angel! Heart and mind befogged by a hellish blur of intoxicating rapture, resistance crumbled. Her captive body consumed by the fire of her hateful, lustful fervor, Camilla wantonly succumbed to the vicious rape.