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.

The terrible battle between the invading angels and their demonic adversaries was short, even Mighty Herculea fell before the hellish strength of the smirking demoness Brutalia.

Once victorious, the triumphant demonesses swiftly locked the crimson collars of hellish servitude around the lithesome necks of their angelic prisoners, then gleefully stripped them naked, as Asmodea grinningly looked on.

Rendered helpless by the diabolical collars, the denuded angelic captives were brutalized and forced to pay disgusting homage to their demonic conquerors.

Brutalia took great delight in grinding Proud Herculea's face against her crotch, as the red-haired angel gagged in shock and disgust.

Sweet Mei Ling suffered the worst abuse, as Slutina raped the trembling angel with the iron shod toe of her boot.

Once the demonesses finished their cruel sport, Asmodea carefully inspected her subordinate's trophies. The demons displayed their captives to their mistress, as though livestock on the way to market.

Viciousella displayed the stately and dignified Urhurutu to her Mistress, in an especially humiliating manner.

Asmodea was well pleased by the luxuriant fullness of buxom, brown haired Purity's swelling bosom.

When Asmodea completed her inspection, the angels were shackled together, and, with an unchecked use of the lash, driven toward the terrors of a merciless captivity. They sadly knew it was a captivity that might last all of eternity, or at best until the next temporary truce and prisoner exchange, which if they were lucky, might occur in no more than an eon or two.

After she watched the cohort of captive angels driven away like cattle, Asmodea herself removed Camilla from the terrible torment of the gibbet, and personally dragged the sorrowful leader to join her sister angels.  Camilla had witnessing the terrible defeat and abuse of her beloved comrades as they gallantly sought to rescue her. She sobbed softly, as she plodded painfully behind Asmodea, grieving at the terrible guilty knowledge that her own failure caused her sisters' downfall.

Now that Asmodea had craftily disposed of all the angelic defenders, she and her evil henchwomen swooped down upon the undefended corner of Paradise and swiftly incorporated it into the Hellish Realm.

Asmodea's Master was most pleased by the successful campaign, nearly smiling in joy at hearing of the ingenious capture and enslavement of an entire cohort of the Heavenly Host, including its redoubtable leader, the fearless Camilla. The flinty and normally tightfisted tyrant rewarded Asmodea handsomely, making her governor of the new Region she had conquered, and as a special mark of favor, granting her custody of the unfortunate Camilla, for further training and instruction.