Chapter 46 #2
The ground beneath us trembled, and I felt the force of a shockwave pass through my chest. On the scrying glass, everything turned a blinding white. Then we heard the boom as loud as if lightning had struck directly in front of us, and a second tremor followed.
When the white light dimmed, one of the many green fields of the angeli plane was now a crater that smoked and sizzled.
The abrupt and extreme violence of a FAB explosion had ended thousands of lives.
In the far, far distance, specs fell from the sky.
At first, I thought they might be ash, but then I realized they were angeli who were far enough away to not be vaporized by the blast but not far enough to survive it.
Invia giggled.
I reached down and squeezed her ass.
She groaned. “I’m barely holding it together as it is,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to control myself if you start egging me on.”
“I think I’m just as guilty. Watching you appreciate war is quite the turn on.”
“May I make a request for how you fuck me when we get the chance?”
“Anything you want. Don’t tell me now, though. Keep it a surprise.”
Invia grinned. “Yes, Master.”
I went through the gate to the Flowst dungeon and walked down the halls of our holding cells.
The main passage was lined on either side with prisoners.
Glass walls, enchanted with one-way glass, gave me a view of our angeli captives.
A few of them paced, but most squatted on the ground with their heads down, wrapped in their own wings.
Every single one of them had a bed, blankets, pillows, water, and food.
They weren't mistreated, and they wouldn't suffer.
Seeing as celestials saw humans as inferior lifeforms, I doubted I or any of my people would be treated with that degree of respect.
Even if they would deny us the same courtesy, I had no desire to stoop to their level.
Since the grigori had already taken enough abuse from celestials, I kept their cells separate from the rest of the angeli prisoners.
My intention was to give them the spiel about how they could have a place in the Silk if they chose to, but when I stepped into that section of the Grubiit dungeon, I found Cici in the hallway, looking into one of the cells.
I seemed to have interrupted a conversation.
“Hello, Master,” Cici said in her usual giddy manner. “Is a Cici not allowed here?”
I shook my head. “I trust you. You’re allowed. What made you come here, though?”
“A Cici wants to help grigori. These grigori fear you. They believe you will harm them. A Cici wants them to understand they are safe. Is that alright for a Cici?”
“More than alright. It’s great. Thank you for taking the initiative.”
Cici smiled, proudly.
“Everything Cici has told you is true,” I said, raising my voice so the whole wing could hear me. “You are welcome to live with us in Sanctuary South. You’ll be safe, and you’ll have the freedom to come and go from your apartments as you please. The whole of the city is yours to explore.”
None of the grigori replied.
“A Cici is sorry, Master.”
“No, don’t be. It’s okay if they need time. Visit and talk to them as much as you like, but remember they might need space sometimes too.”
Cici nodded.
“Good girl. Carry on.”
Leaving Cici to attempt whatever it was she was attempting, I ventured to the far end of the prison to check on Solara’s progress with extracting 10 climaxes from angeli.
She needed those in order to complete her Seraphim Slayer spell, and we were fortunate that the orgasms didn’t have to come willingly because these prisoners were angry.
Solara, wearing only white panties so her wings could stretch and move freely, had one buxom angeli gagged and strapped to a table, her legs spread, while the other 9 were in manacles, chained to the wall where they could watch.
Judging from the sweat on Solara and the bound angeli, they had been at this for a little bit.
“Making progress?” I asked.
My sorceress sighed. “I thought if we could force the fire witch to cum, then I could handle a few angeli. I can get her wet, but I can’t get her to the finish.”
“May I offer some suggestions?”
“Please, Father.”
“I know you’ve heard much of this before, so apologies if I repeat myself, but I’m starting from the beginning. One of the best ways to amplify pleasure is to contrast it with pain. I see that you’ve slapped her tits a bit, but that’s only one kind of pain.”
Silkmancer freed the angeli from the table but didn’t let her free. I tied her wrists together and threw the loose end of the silk through a hook in the tall ceiling. Pulling the silk like I was raising an anchor by hand, I raised the angeli’s arms over her head.
To Solara, I continued, “Whipping and spanking are great, but if I lift her just high enough… See how she’s dancing on her tiptoes now?
That keeps most of the strain on her arms and shoulders, but it’s not so bad that you need to take her down any time soon.
Now, she has the physical discomfort of being strung up, but always being off balance, never being able to stand still will tire and frustrate her.
The more tired she gets, the more helpless she feels. ”
“And helplessness is a sort of pain.”
I smiled. “Very good. Yes, it is. Now, it looks like she’s been slapped quite a bit already, so we’ll wait to go back to that.
Instead, we’re going to steadily increase the pain.
First, let’s put a spreader bar between her ankles to make her stability even worse and to make her feel even more vulnerable to your whims. While you do that, I’m going to give her a chest harness.
You’ll see what I mean by that once it starts coming together. ”
Solara fought with the angeli’s ankles for a minute to get the spreader bar in place, and I wrapped and threaded and knotted silk rope around her chest. The final effect had two horizontal sets of rope, one running above her breasts and one running below, and then I threaded a rope down between her breasts and back up to her shoulder.
That changed the angle and pressure of the ropes, looking something like a bikini with no panels.