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.

Her purpose accomplished, Asmodea rose from her debauched victim. A triumphant sneer twisting her bestial mouth, the demoness gazed down at her hated foe, unsullied from the beginning of time, now writhing at her feet, in helpless surrender to impious, demonic sexual abuse. As the uncontrollable tremors of passion subsided, Camilla's beautiful face twisted in a grimace of horror. It had been a terrible blow to angelic pride when Asmodea took her over her knee and spanked her like a naughty mortal child, but that humiliation was as nothing to this!  Asmodea had wrung from her surrender to her own carnal appetite! How could it be? She, Camilla, an archangel, purist of the pure, to cum as easily as though she were some jaded mortal trollop!

The crafty demoness read the mortification in Camilla's eyes. Ah, it was such a turn-on to successfully tempt the strongest willed of creatures! At sight of her victim's tragic realization of her own weakness, Asmodea's lust, barely held in check, grew to an uncontrollable fever pitch. She trembled with ungovernable need. Asmodea knew, even now, the angel would never voluntarily satisfy her, but that angelically beautiful face could serve her lustful need, even without Camilla's acquiescence. Asmodea swiftly stripped off her garment.

Asmodea squatted down on Camilla's beautiful face. The defiled angel screamed at the awful proximity of the demoness's gross genitalia, but her scream was swiftly muffled, by a demonic pussy mashed against her face. Camilla almost wept in mortification, but she bit her lip and stiffened to resist the vile demoness, as best she could.

Nearly suffocating, Camilla kicked and weakly punched at the demoness, but she had so little strength now. Asmodea ignored her pathetic struggles, as she squirmed around, rubbing her gross genitalia against the angel's, nose and mouth. Umm! So satisfying to use the celestial being in this disgraceful manner!

When the sated  Asmodea finally climbed off her face, Camilla sat up rubbing her face and mouth in horrified disgust. In preoccupied shock, she failed to see that behind her, the evil demoness, tongue flicking in excitement, was preparing Camilla's next ordeal.

Camilla glanced around and saw the horrendous contrivance Asmodea had buckled about her loins, the terrible two headed dildo of destruction. The Angel leaped to her feet, in frantic fear.

When Camilla tried to escape, Asmodea easily caught her in hellishly strong arms.

Seizing Camilla around the waist, Asmodea pulled the frantically struggling angel closer and closer to the horrifying twin phalluses. The weakened Camilla fought desperately but, with the evil crimson collar locked about her throat, Asmodea was much too strong for her. The demoness's long, green, forked tongue flicked against Camilla's breasts in prurient excitement, as she maneuvered to align her weapon with the forbidden targets.

Camilla felt the horrendously large knobs thrusting insistently at her pussy and anus. She squealed fearfully and struggled harder, but it did her no good.

Laughing cruelly at her angelic victim's terror, and enjoying her pathetically useless squirmings, Asmodea arched her pelvis and thrust home. Her aim was devilishly accurate, and she rammed both of the obscenely gigantic shafts deep into the chaste orifices of Camilla's body.

Once more, Camilla's angelically passionate nature betrayed her, and she succumbed again to brutal rape. With a scream of forbidden orgasmic pleasure, she slumped backward in a swoon.

"Pah! These sanctimonious weaklings can't even cum, without fainting!" Asmodea snorted, as she contemptuously dropped the unconscious angel to the ground.

Asmodea continued to do all in her power to break Camilla's will, yet no matter what torment she inflicted, the stubborn archangel refused to submit.

Asmodea finally lost patience with the strong willed angel. "Damn Bitch! Well if I can't break her, there are a other uses for the slut! There's always more than one way to skin a cat, and all of them are fun!"  Crafty Asmodea had thought of a different stratagem.

Asmodea dragged the bound, atrociously suffering prisoner to a spot just within the borders of the hellish domain. She knew that just across the unseen dividing line, the heavenly defenders maintained a forward observation and listening post.

Asmodea suspended the suffering Camilla by her breasts from an overhead gibbet, a favorite decorative device of this fell place.  Camilla involuntarily wailed in agony.

In case Camilla's screams were not loud enough, Asmodea began to whip her shrieking captive.

The terrible screams soon attracted the attention of Mei Ling, one of the angelic sentries. Reconnoitering, she spied her beloved commander's dire predicament. Mei Ling swiftly reported the situation to Herculea, Camilla's Deputy. Herculea called together the Heavenly Cohort for battle.