Demon's slave (for GloriousDeath)
 

Eliara was dragged forward, her wrists tied behind her back, lined up with the other slaves by a beefy Demon.
Her gold ornaments had been ripped off, leaving only the light white tunic that revealed her desirable shapes.
Her collar encircled her thin neck awkwardly, her silver hair was matted and loose over her shoulders, and her lilac eyes darted through the crowd.
She had rebelled quite a lot when she was captured, no one suspected that that was her target.
She had to find the princess who had been kidnapped by demons and run away with her, but until that moment she had found no trace.
She would have to endure.
Meanwhile, the demon was advertising her slaves, including her.
The angel saw demons everywhere, a scowl of contempt curled her delicate lips at the thought of being sold to one of them.

Asera waited in the crowd, watching from a more private area reserved for those of more noble blood, as the slaves were lined up on stage.
She had come with a few friends to do some shopping, so she had come in her usual black dress.
Her white pupil-less eyes scanned the row of newly captured subjects, when her eyes fell upon Eliara. Now most couldn't tell what she was, but Asera had a hunch of who exactly the girl was.
"I'd like to take a closer look at the silver haired one." she announced, summoning one of her slave maids to her side as she made her way on stage, her long onyx black hair trailing behind her.
"Quite a ways away from your nest, aren't we?" she asked, cupping Eliara's chin in her red hand, the natural muscle on her arm easily overpowering the girl's thin neck.

Eliara did not object to that gesture, but her gaze penetrated that of the Asera
"So it seems, demon," Eliara replied without particular inflection.
The slave trader approached. "Ah, these are goods that cost," he told Asera. "But she also has a tongue as sharp as a blade, are you interested, my lady?" he asked

Asera looked over Eliara, twisting her head back and forth to look over every angle. All for show of course, she had already made her decission.
"Hm, yes.", she answered the slave trader "Will need to gag her until I get home, but she ought to change her tune once she learns the consequences.". With another snap, Asera turned to her slave maid, "Put my new purchase in the carriage." she ordered.
Taking out a check book, she turned to the slave trader, "So, how much is she?".

The slave grabbed Eliara, but she often struggled, in fact as soon as she had the chance, Eliara tried to free herself with a tug, as if she wanted to escape.
had to intervene the merchant's boy to drag her into the carriage.
The merchant, who had been in a cold sweat, sighed and reported the very high price to Asera. Eliara cost twice as much as the other slaves.

(I think you mixed up the structure there, a bit)
Asera quickly jotted down the asking price, she would be willing to pay around tripple, before handing the check over.
As she passed Eliara and her maid-slave, she turned to look at them "Both of you will need some discepline once we get back.".
Then she entered her carriage. The ride back was mostly long, but unevetful as they soon arrived at Asera's personal mansion.

While Eliara welcomed those words with cold contempt, the other slave seemed decidedly worried, giving the angel an angry look.

No one spoke during the journey and as soon as they stopped, Asera's personal slave hastened to open the door to her mistress.

The thought that their princess might be forced to humble herself thus made Eliara's blood boil

"You know, this won't make me any more mercyful." Asera said, exiting the carriage.

"Be a dear and escort my new purchase to the dungeon before placing yoursef in a cage." she ordered as she made her way inside. Servants swamping for her attention.

Unlike the opulent manor above, the dungeon permiated a feeling of opression, it's hard stone walls and cold iron bars and chains made the place feel dark and moody despite being very clean.

(Could the other slave be a human?)


The other slave hastened to obey. "Yes mistress," she said, dragging Eliara away and squeezing her arm until it hurt to make sure she didn't try to escape again.

Eliara seemed to hesitate in front of the prison, that place had made her shiver and for a moment her icy composure was cracked. Then a shove forced her inside and the door was closed behind her.
The angel turned, observing the movements of the other slave who had locked herself up at her turn, and looked at her, with reproach.
"Did you really lock yourself up alone?" Eliara asked, the tone dripping with pity.
"Shut the fuck up" was the only answer that came to her...

(Sure, I imagine Asera has many slaves of different races)

The dungeons were empty save the two slaves. Several hours passed in silence before they heard the sound of heels hitting the stone floor.
Asera had returned from her spa and massage treatment to fulfil her promise.
Instead of her dress, she wore an ensamble of black leather that exposed her demonic muscalature.
"Ah, my little naughty slaves..... Are you ready for your punishment? Not that it matters." she asks with a taunt.

Eliara had spent that time in a kind of meditation, immersed in her thoughts.
She opened her eyes lazily as Ria, the human slave, knelt. She had a nice, firm body, although not as perfect as the new slave's, and short dark hair. She is a human like many others. "I am ready to receive the just punishment, mistress," she said, a tremor in the voice revealing her fear.
That tremor scarcely shook Eliara's calm. There was a kind of fear lurking in her, of finding out what was about to happen.

Assera smiled at Ria's compliance "Nice to see you at least know your place, Ria.".
The demon then turned to the other captive, "Now, you can make this easy or hard, your choice....." she began, before realising something "I never did learn your name. You can start there.".
Both of the cages were opened, but with Asera there it was unlikely for Eliora to escape.

Ria seemed relieved of Asera's complacency and the first thing she did when she was free was go and kneel beside her mistress. In her heart she hoped that her mistress's attentions would focus on the new slave, making her punishment less severe.

Eliara carefully observed the demon and just approached cautiously.
"Eliara," she replied.
By demon standards she wasn't even too monstrous, she thought. She looked noble. Maybe she knew the person who bought the princess. She had to play her cards right.

Asera pet Ria, like one would a dog or something.
"Well, Eliara, I do hope you know what sort of behaviour is expected from you." said the demon noble, her eyes going over her new slave like a piece of meat, "Behave well, and I might even feel a twinge of mercy.".
Gesturing to the side of her that Ria didn't occupy, Asera called over the angel "Now how about you make like Ria and crawl over to my side.".

Eliara looked at Ria, then at Asera again and clenched her fists, a cold anger filled her eyes.
She was the high priestess of the king, kneeling beside a demon was an unbearable thought.
To the point that her power gave a jolt, making the ring she wore around her neck vibrate imperceptibly.
That collar reminded her the mission, yet it was as if her body refused to kneel in front a Demon. She remained standing.

Ria was quite happy with that. Faced with such a challenge, she certainly took a back seat.

Asera eyed the goggle, giving a half-eager/half-dissapointed look in her white eyes.
"I suppose your kind is just naturally this stuborn." she said, before sending the angel to the ground with a single backhanded slap.
Grabbing Eliara by her silver hair, the demoness began to drag her off deeper into the dungeon, "Come along Ria, time for me to show Eliara a thing or two.".

Eliara didn't even see it coming, she found herself lying on the floor without even understanding what had hit her.
She could feel her face throbbing and the cold of the floor through her light robe, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
She groaned in pain as Asera grabbed her by the hair and began to drag her. Eliara tried to resist, but was useless, her bare feet slipped on the stone floor without finding a foothold.
She had forgotten how physically stronger demons were.

Ria trotted after Asera like a puppy. "Do I have to bring you something special, mistress?" She asked softly, anxious to shift Asera's attention to the angel.

Asera glanced at Ria, thinking a bit "Surprise me.... If I like whatever you bring I might just use it on Eliara instead of you.".
Once they were at the doors, the demoness easily threw the angel into the room, the girl landing on the cold, smooth stone floor.
The punishent room was a mostly the same as the dungeon, throughseveral different types of restraints and instruments of punishment were seen aroundthe room, made of leather, iron or wood.

Eliara rolled on the floor and remained crouched there, in a guard position, her silver hair falling tangled around face as her gaze darted from one tool to another in the room.

"Yes mistress," Ria walked away, searching among some hanging tools. She watched for a long time, trying to figure out what could save her from a punishment and in the end she chose a leather strap, it was nothing exotic but she knew that even the most mundane tool could be fearsome in Asera's hands.
She then returned to the demon.

Asera picked up the strap, looking over it in her hands "Hm, not too exciting,but reliable enough....." she said to herself, drawing out the verdict so she could see Ria squirm.
"Good enough. If you continue being a good girl I'll only use my hand." she promised before turning to Eliara, "Now why don't you get our dear newcomer into the frame.".
The frame, as she called it, was a collection of metal restraints that went around the iimbs, waist and neck, designed to trap the one inside in a bent over position perfect for delivering puishment.

Ria held her breath, shuddering, then sighed in relief at that verdict.
Sure, Asera could make someone regret their mistakes just by using the palm of her hand, but it was still better than any other tool.

Eliara instinctively tried to crawl away, but Ria was still stronger and more toned, although not as much as Asera. Furthermore, the girl was very motivated to obey.

Ria took Eliara, pulling her close to THe instrument indicated by her mistress. She first tightened the belt at the angel's waist, so as to lock Her, then more calmly, so that the mistress could enjoy the sight , locked her wrists and then her ankles.

Ria hadn't undressed Eliara, but she knew that if Asera wanted, it was a pleasure she would take herself.

Eliara stirred, but she was completely blocked. Her heart began to beat faster, she for the first time she began to feel trapped and afraid.

Asera played with the strap as she watched Eliara be put in position. Watching as the angel stirred she let out a laugh "Oh, regretting your behaviour, are we?".

The demoness walked around the girl like a predator walking around it's prey. Then, her hand reached out, easily tearing apart the back of Eliara's tunic, opening her up to the cold air inside the dungeon.

With the target in position and defenceless, Asera let the first strike fly, the leather hitting the skin. The time betwee strikes was almost none, the strap quickly finding another target, it's slaps empowered by the demoness's muscular arms.

When Eliara felt the cold caress her skin, she held her breath.
The next instant, the whipping had ripped an exclamation of pain from her that bounced off the walls of the dungeon.
the leather had bit into her flesh, leaving a stinging pain behind it. She didn't have a moment to breathe because one after another hot streaks were drawn on her white skin, making her scream and squirm, but her trap prevented her from moving.
The only thing she could do, even if completely involuntarily, was a slight movement with her hips, which however ended up showing the demon more than Eliara had wanted.

Ria watching, a few steps back, very glad she wasn't in the angel's place

(Don't exactly know what you mean there)

Asera laughed as she heard the angel scream in pain, "Ohoho, regretting our naughtylittle behaviour, are we?" she asked, landing several strokes to the girl's squirming hips.

Deciding that she wanted her toy to suffer a bit, she looked to Ria "Darling, please bring me a tub of nettles. Fresh from my garden.". Then, with the order given she turned to taking out some stress on the angel.

The strap stopped going after just the bottom, adding the legs and the back to it's list of targets as it tore it's way across the angel's skin. "So, little angel, what were you doing to end up down here?" she asked, cupping one of her rosy buttcheeks, "I'd have thought you'd be up in the sky, far away from us.".

Ria's eyes widened. "Yes mistress," she said. She was very happy that she was no longer Asera's target...
She went to the garden and took her time, choosing long, strong stems with nice broad leaves, and then tying them with a string so that Asera wouldn't get stuck in handling them.

Eliara had never really felt pain, not in such a methodical way, her screams were almost melodious, sometimes more acute when her lashes fell on particularly sensitive points.
She hadn't really heard Asera's words about the nettles, but she would soon find out.

Eliara gasped, shivering as she felt Asera's hand rested on her aching cheek. It was a pause for breath, but she still felt revulsion. "I was patrolling," she gasped, between sobs of pain. She had agreed to pass herself off as a mere guard so as not to be watched too much.

"Patrolling close enough to be captured. You're either lying or very stupid." Asera commented, giving the cheek she was caressing a strong smack.

Watching in satisfaction as Eliara moaned out, the demoness continued to use the strap. Through she began to angle the swats towards where the more sensitive areas were. Licking her lips as she watched the area she targetted be left with a long red line, the angel's squeals and moans as she struggled against her bonds. It was exactly what she needed.

And the girl didn't even know that she had more in store for her. That made the situation even better, "So, should I expect more backtalk from you?" Asera scolded, leaving a red streak of pain on the inner thighs, hereyes scanning for any signs of weakness. She didn't need to do it, but having an angel as a target was just too appealing forthe noble.

Eliara was trembling, between a lash and the other, especially when they began to hit the sensitive areas of the thighs.
"N... Don't..." she tried to say her, trying to retort. "You are ... AH!" Her voice began to tremble.

The angel coughed, her ass quivering, sore like her thighs, as the question thundered in her head.
She wanted to insult her, spit in her face, but she didn't want Asera start whipping her again. "No ..." she gasped, surrendered. Surely she had passed the desire for backtalk.

Meanwhile, Ria was returning, carrying the basket in which she had put the nettles.
She had left the stems tied, but she had also taken some loose ones and some nice broad leaves, not knowing what her mistress wanted to do to the new slave.

Asera smiled as she watched the desire to fight leave Eliara. She lived for the moments where she could see her slave's understand that they could do nothing against her. Freedom was no longer a privilage they had.

Asera had eschewed continueing this part of the punishment, instead choosing to play around with her angel's already beaten flesh. She groped and pinched at her bottom, watching at how the flesh deformed at her touch. How the helpless little angel reacted.

When Ria returned with the basket, the demoness happily took it off her hands. "Move yourself to the corner, Ria, ass up." she ordered as she placed the basket in front of Eliara. "Do you know what these are, girl?" she asked, taking out the tied bunndle and ust lightly touching her cheeks with it.

Eliara had reacted with aching moans at that tormenting her hot flesh. She didn't think it would be a walk in the park, but she didn't think it would be that painful either.

Ria nodded. "Yes mistress," she whispered, moving into the corner as ordered. Part of her quivered, wanted to see what her mistress would do to this new slave.
Ria found her annoyingly beautiful and with the stench under her nose.

Eliara watched Asera put down the basket, then she hissed as she felt the slight tingle that just touching her had unleashed on her cheeks.
"I know it," she said, breathing heavily. "It's irritating weed hiding among harmless flowers," she said