by K D Grace
Lailah turned her head and stared at Ali, with tear-stained cheeks and eyes filled with the sadness of betrayal. Ali felt sick, growing nauseous at what she had just done. At what she was about to witness, but the motive was there and greed was rife within her veins.
Unable to watch after the fifteenth strike, Ali turned in her cage and curled into a ball with her hands over her ears to muffle Lailah’s screams. A pang of guilt hit her stomach, but she brushed it aside as a weakness she couldn’t afford to have.
The cage door opened and Lailah was pushed roughly inside. Unable to turn her body easily with another person inside the cage, Ali didn’t move. The Angel was quiet, curled tightly into the foetal position with her back to Ali. The room was silent, save for the heartbreaking sound of Lailah’s sobs. Her body shook with their effort and Ali wanted nothing more than to ease her pain.
Ali shifted, twisting in the cage as best she could. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers gently across Lailah’s shoulder. “I... I’m so sorry, Lai-”
“Sorry! You’re sorry!? Who for? For me...my pain? Or for yourself? For your conscience?”
Ali was stunned at how Lailah recoiled from her touch as if burnt.
“Please, Lailah, I would never, ever hurt you,” Ali pleaded as she gazed at the woman in front of her. She ran her fingers through the thick crop of black hair at the back of Lailah’s head and began to massage slowly. “You’ve been so kind to me, I never...I would never...”
“Never what?” Lailah said, her voice a dull whisper. “Never cause me pain? Never harm me intentionally? Look at me Parisa. You broke me.” Lailah turned with difficulty inside the cage until she faced Ali, flinching in pain as her body ached and stung with every movement. “You and your greed.”
The look in her eyes made Ali’s head spin, conflicted emotion swimming through her mind. Lailah was right, she was evil, driven by sin and greed, and not caring who she hurt in the process. She ran a thumb across Lailah’s bottom lip, slightly swollen from Orifiel’s ravenous kisses.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, unable to hide the crack in her voice.
“Show me.”
Ali regarded Lailah for a moment, cautious that this could possibly be an act of deceit or trickery, a test that she needed to pass in order to survive the week. But as she looked into the eyes of this delicate creature, Ali rid her mind of such thoughts. Inching forward with care, she reached out and trailed her fingers across Lailah’s cheek before brushing a thumb over her lips, soft and yielding to the touch.
She didn’t know how exactly she had manoeuvred herself in the tiny cage to nestle snugly between two tanned thighs. She didn’t know when her tongue had started to lap at Lailah’s pussy, flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. She didn’t know at what time her fingers had made their way into the warmest of channels and began coaxing more syrup to seep from the slickest of cunts.
Time seemed to stand still as she feasted on the woman at her behest with focussed dedication. She longed for nothing in that moment. No Darkness, no prestigious accolade. Everything she wanted was right there with her. She kissed each pink lip of her Lailah’s cunt, taking her time to savour every taste, every scent, every tremble of her flesh and noise from her throat.
Ali looked up at Lailah, so utterly breathtaking in her beauty. Celestial and otherworldly. Gazing down at her were the bluest of eyes — eyes that were alight with lust, ablaze with desire, full of love and adoration. She drank in the sight of the Angel’s face — hooded lids, plump pink lips parted as soft whimpers burst from between them, caramel cheeks flushed with the rosiest of tints, a blush that crept towards heavy breasts and ruby red nipples peaked in arousal.
“Mmmmm...please...Parisa,” Lailah moaned as she wound her fingers into Ali’s hair. “More...”
Ali smiled against her pussy and upped her game. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on rousing the orgasm from her lover, her tongue swiping along her slit in long, smooth strokes, dipping further down towards the small puckered hole of her anus with each lick.
“God... Yessss!”
Maintaining the rhythmic thrusting of her fingers inside Lailah’s cunt, Ali engulfed her clit between her lips and sucked hard, teasing the swollen bud to a powerful climax. She opened her eyes and looked up, wanting to watch this exotic beauty as she hit her peak. Lailah’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips pressed tightly together and her jaw tense, orgasm was fast approaching. Her head fell to the left and her grip on Ali’s hair tightened. And then the sexiest sounds came from her throat, rising from deep within her chest — a soft purr, a loud mew as she began to shatter against Ali’s mouth. Her back arched and a long moan of ecstasy escaped her throat as her pussy convulsed around Ali’s fingers, weeping over her skin, honey flowing freely into Ali’s greedy mouth.
They remained silent, Ali hoping that she had taken Lailah’s pain away, or provided a moment of distraction if nothing else.
“Come to me, honey,” Lailah said at last. “Sleep now, for soon you will face your toughest challenge yet.
Wondering what could ever be tougher than watching Lailah being beaten on the cross, Ali tried to free her mind of thoughts of tomorrow. She relaxed into Lailah’s embrace and sleep soon took over. For now, Ali could rest easy.
Abaddon emerged from the corner of the room, his presence clearly forgotten by the two subjects in the cage. Such wonderful Angels, he thought as he gazed down upon their entwined forms. Despite the day’s ordeal, they looked content, resting peacefully in each other’s arms. Good. For the days ahead, they would need all the rest they could get in preparation for the challenges to come.
Chapter Five
♦♦♦♦
The remaining days whirled by in a blur of the most abject humiliation and minding-bending pain, punctuated by bouts of the most soul-searing pleasure.
On the fifth day, Ali awoke early. She was once again in the cage on the floor, but this time without Lailah to comfort her.
“You didn’t dream it,” Abaddon said from across the room. He looked pensive and dark, his eyes alight with a new blackness she didn’t quite recognise. It chilled her.
“Where is Lailah?”
“Returned to her holding cell with the other Angels.” He approached her slowly, stalking across the room with intent. “You are not an Angel yet, Parisa, nor will you ever be if you fail any of the remaining tasks assigned to you by The Darkness.”
Nodding, Ali responded, “I know.”
He crouched down, brushing her bangs from her forehead before tilting her chin up and kissing her briefly. “Tonight is the night of your final task. I want you to succeed, I want you to do well, but I fear for your safety. Orifiel...the other Elders, they take great pleasure in hurting you.”
“I can handle the pain,” Ali said as she looked back at him, seeing something in his shining eyes that indicated a soft streak.
“I know you can, that’s what I’m worried about.”
She looked at him quizzically. “I don’t understand.”
“Orifiel knows you like pain, that’s why they are devising a new final challenge for you, something that will really test you.” Abaddon unlocked the cage and helped Ali out, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as she fell against him, her legs weakened from the night in the cramped space.
“Like what?” She asked, her heart beating furiously. Clinging to Abaddon, she felt a new wave of fear flow through her, suddenly afraid that she may not be able to meet the demands put upon her by The Darkness.
“Gang rape.”
Bile rose in her throat at his words. Her body shook with a fear she hadn’t felt before. Not since her encounter with a perp three years ago. An encounter that had nearly caused her to leave the force altogether.
“But I can’t...” She pulled back, eyes pleading with him to save her from this mess.
“You can and you will.” He kissed her forehead lightly. “And I will be there every step of the way, okay. I won’t leave you. But there is something else, before they take you, you must perform for them.”
Ali was confused. “I don’t understand.”
He brushed his thumb across her cheek and over her plump bottom lip. “Orifiel has a desire to watch you indulge in self-gratification. He wants to watch you bring yourself to climax.”
“But why?” Unable to contemplate passing the tasks ahead of her, Ali started to shake.
“It’s your last challenge, Parisa, and The Darkness always knows the right challenge for each subject, to torture and torment. Dig deep though, and you will pass.”
Momentarily comforted by his words, Ali relaxed into his embrace and tried to calm the nerves that gripped her. If I complete this task, she thought, it’ll be a miracle.
♦♦♦♦
Ali squirmed against the metal of the table, its coldness chilling her back. Looking around, she stared into the darkness but saw nothing beyond the edge of the bench. The spotlight was bright, illuminating her to all those who resided in the darkness beyond. A few murmurs could be heard, but no faces could be seen. None, that was, except hers.
Then he was there — Abaddon. Walking around the table, he ran a palm along her body, stopping to test the give on the two black straps that secured her in place. Her wrists and ankles remained free, but her torso was encircled and so tightly bound to the table that any attempt to escape would be futile.
“Relax, sweet Parisa,” he whispered against her ear, his warm breath tickling her flesh and causing her pussy to pout. Such a predictable little slut. “You know what you must do now. Be strong. Be brave. Show the Elders what a worthy subject you are. Remember, there’s nobody here but you.”
Ali nodded, relaxing at the sound of his voice. As quickly as he appeared, Abaddon was gone and a gong boomed throughout the darkness. The faceless crowd grew silent and, although she couldn’t see them, Ali felt dozens of eyes on her. This was another test. Could she perform? Could she make Abaddon proud? She hoped so, because if she failed, her stay with The Darkness would be over. The position of Chief of Police would be forever out of her reach, and she would return to the squad a lower rank than before she left.
Closing her eyes, Ali willed herself to relax. She heard his voice again: Remember there’s nobody here but you. “Nobody here but me,” she whispered and let her mind drift to events of the past week. She closed her eyes and thought of Lailah.
Alone in a room. Sunlight gleams through a crack in the curtain and casts a soft glow across my naked form as I begin to perform my daily ritual of self love. Yes, love. I trail my fingers across the expanse of skin between my collarbone and the swell of my breasts, drawing lazy circles with my nails. The skin prickles and gooseflesh forms as I continue to explore myself like this. My eyes flutter shut and I drift into another world where everything is serene and beautiful.
I see her above me, a woman so exotic and pure. Her eyes twinkle with a hint of desire as she gazes down. Her skin is golden. Her smile is warm. I lose myself in her closeness, my fingers brushing the small tangle of dark curls that now adorn my pussy lips. I touch myself softly, slowly. Or do I? Are they my fingers or are they hers? I turn my head to the side and feel the kiss she plants on the flesh just beneath my ear, mewing as pleasure begins to build.
“Do you want more?” she drawls in my ear, causing my little clit to grow big and fat.
I smile into the darkness behind my eyelids and nod. “Yes, please.”
She kisses me again, tiny kisses that dapple my chest, my breasts, my taut nipples, my stomach, my mound, my thighs. I swipe a finger across my ripening bud, so silky with arousal. I circle it before pinching it gently, causing my breath to catch and my mind to turn darker.
“On your knees, girl,” she commands, and I whip over like a good little slut, back arched, ass high, legs wide.
Two fingers prod at my opening and I begin to fuck myself to thoughts of her dominance.
“Have you been behaving this week?” she asks as she palms my derriere.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Smack!
“Liar!” she yells.
I shake my head. “No, no...no, I haven’t...”
She wraps my long hair in her hand and tugs my head upwards. “No you haven’t...what?”
“I haven’t done anything wrong, Mistress, I’ve been a good girl. I promise.”
She bears down on me, her naked thigh pressing into the seam of my sex. I wriggle back against her, desperate for some friction on my clit.
Her lips are at my ear again. “You have not been a good girl, Parisa. You have been a very, very bad girl. And for that you will be punished. In time. First though...” She cups my pussy with her hand, the heel of her palm rubbing deliciously over my clit. “First I am going to fuck your hungry little cunt.”
My fingers slip out of my pussy and concentrate on my begging nub. My free hand teases my nipples playfully, a pinch here, a pull there. And then she is there, sliding the thick glass cock deep into me, thrusting it in and out in a slow rhythm. Pushing me onto my back, she stares into my eyes as she builds pace. I swallow, close my eyes and look away, unable to look into the eyes of someone so perfect.
It stopped just as suddenly as it started and I let out a cry of frustration.
“No, don’t look away from me. Never look away from me.”
Her demeanour softens and she traces my cheek with her fingertips before pressing her lips to mine. Her mouth is commanding yet gentle, her tongue seeking entry between my lips in a bid for more. The kiss isn’t frenzied or urgent, but sweet and slow, matching her resumed thrusting of the glass cock into my hungry sex.
I flick my right nipple and shiver in delight. Not long now.
She pulls back again and watches my face closely. I try to turn away again, but her grip on my chin reminds me to remain just as she wishes. I gaze into those icy pools and begin to lose myself.
Copper skin, black hair, pink lips, soft curves, supple flesh, heavy globes, juicy cunt, rouge nipples, playful murmurs, gentle moans, sharp fingernails, glinting clamps, shimmering plugs. A painful sting to my bottom with a dark wooden paddle.
I moan loudly as the climax flows through me, feeling as though she is here with me: Lailah. My fingers still, resting atop my tender cunt and I smile as I always do in post-orgasmic bliss...
“Well done, Parisa,” Abaddon said as he kissed her brow, stroking her forehead as she continued to descend from her orgasm. “I’m so proud of you.”
Ali mewed softly, devoid of voice after the exertion. Touching herself in front of an audience had been tough, and with no energy left in her limbs, Abaddon removed her straps and scooped her into his arms.
“Halt, Abaddon!” Orifiel yelled. “If you take Parisa from here before the Elders have had their fill, you will not only be putting your position here in jeopardy, but hers also.”
Clinging to Abaddon, her arms wound tightly around his neck, Ali shivered. The thought of Orifiel, or rather, Adler, tapping her holes filled her with dread. But the thought of failing any of the tasks scared her even more. She could not fail. She wouldn’t do it.
“Abaddon,” she spoke softly. “Let me complete my task, let the Elders use me as they see fit.”
Abaddon stared at her in disbelief. “You understand what they’re going to do to you, Parisa? They are going to fuck you without thought for your flesh. They will feast on you, ignoring your cries of mercy until you are raw. Orifiel, Luciferus, Samael...they will ruin you.”
Ali ran her thumb across his lips. “It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
Returning her to the table, Abaddon watched as two Elders quickly re-strapped Ali to the bench, binding her ankles and wrists as well as her torso. His heart grew heavy. Greed was such an evil sin, break
ing even the purest of angels.
Commanded by Orifiel not to participate in the final part of the task, Abaddon watched from the sidelines as Elder after Elder fucked his Parisa, seething with jealously as cock after cock pummelled her tight cunt. The restraints were soon ripped from her body and she was thrown like a ragdoll onto all fours. Orifiel slipped inside her mouth, delighting in gagging her with his penis, pounding violently against the silky wall of her throat. Gripping her head tightly, he thrust in and out brutally whilst Luciferus slid deeply into her reluctant quim. He glared at Abaddon, smirking as the younger man’s anger grew, hands balled into fists at his sides. They were choking her. Hurting her. Defiling her. And there he stood in the darkness, silently loving her.
♦♦♦♦
Ali walked into the squad room exactly one week after entering The Darkness. The room was empty except for Jacobs who sat at his desk, his jaw set firm making his expression unreadable. Without looking up from his paperwork, he asked, “So...?”
“I survived.”
Jacobs looked up and gazed into the eyes of this power hungry woman. He shook his head, saddened by what she had become, so consumed by greed and the evilness it promoted. She was such a determined officer, so full desire and ambition to do good. Or so he thought. How wrongly he had read her, his detective skills were clearly outdated.
There was nothing but pride and jubilation in her eyes. He saw no shame or regret.
He pushed his chair back and stood, walking around to the front of his desk. “So...this is congratulations then?”
Ali eyed him carefully, “Yes, Captain, it is. You’re looking at the new Chief of Police.”
“I hope it was all worth it. The debasement and degradation. For a piece of paper, a few medals pinned to your chest and a photograph of you shaking hands with the Mayor.”
“It’s a bit more than that, Captain Jacobs. And yes, it was so worth it.”
Jacobs turned to face his desk, unable to look at Smithson a moment longer. “Greed is an all-consuming sin, Inspector. In the end, it will only leave you with sorrow and heartache.”
