Trancript<br /><br />Angels, supposedly powerful servants of the all-powerful God that governed the various races of the world below, mortal enemies of the Demon race. They were rarely seen outside of places of worship or ancient ruins. Beings of incredible strength and known for their strict adherence to law and order, no one dared to cause a ruckus whenever one of these winged individuals showed themselves.<br /><br />Which made it all the more kinky when you eyed the slender beauty shuffling nervously down the corridor headed your way, a thick, black iron collar dangling loosely around her dainty neck as she kept her arms closely to her sizeable bosom, similar iron shackles bound to her wrists. What drew your attention however, were the jet black wings tucked behind her in a vain attempt to hide them. If you were to tell someone that the nervous wreck that looked like she could burst into tears at any moment was an Angel, you doubt they'd believe you. <br /><br />It was all quite simple really, with the help of a certain demonic artifact long thought forgotten by both the forces of Heaven and Hell and a combination of good old science, you were able to produce the first of what you had dubbed Cursed Collars, being able to siphon and nullify energies from both Demons and Angels, technically allowing any human to stand against them as equals. Not only that, but it had a nifty side effect that you didn't find out about till you finally tested it, as an Angel ripped his way through your secret lab, probably a mole in the organization that had leaked your creation.<br /><br />So as the rugged force of nature was about to take your head off, you made one last attempt to save yourself, slapping the collar around his neck as you dodged the blow, you watched as the cursed restraints react, new binds forming around his arms and snapping shut, tying him down as his hulking body began to pulsate and shrink, muscles and scars vanishing as he lost height and mass, the collars pulsing with an ominous purple glow as they sapped and devoured his energies.<br /><br />Your glee turns to confusion as you watch the transforming angel, his muscular body reduced into one more fitting for a brothel girl as his hips crack outwards and luscious layers of fat filling in where buldging muscle once was, dark skin softening with a youthful glow to it and freeing itself of all blemishes. His mesmerizing mane of orange hair shortens, dyeing black with only trace trands of blonde remaining. His chiselled features soften up as his lips puff up into small adorable cushions. With a gurgled gasp of shock, he topples over onto his back as his now lithe and slender legs trash about in his throes of pleasure, flabby mounds beginning to blossom into a sizeable rack where his pecs once were.<br /><br />With a final twitch of his now feminine arms, the angel throws back her head as an ear splitting moan of pleasure erupts from her soft lips, cumming all over the floor of your lab, the stream of spunk eventually giving way to trickles of transparent fluid as her former manhood finally retreats atop the sputtering slit between her legs, her curvy, arched back landing on the floor with a soft splat as the fallen Angel lies twitching in a pool of her own fluids. Picking up a blessed feather that had come loose in her struggle, your eyes watch as the vibrant white drains from each hair, eventually leaving it as just an ordinary bird's feather. Glancing back at the dazed woman, you glimpse the same happening to her once immaculate wings, the ruffled feathers draining into an ordinary black as her powers finally leave her body.<br /><br />The Boss was extremely pleased with the results, although she'd lost all her powers and masculinity, the former Angel was feisty, refusing to give in as the men who brought her in gropped and squeezed her tender body, unfamiliar sensations no doubt coursing through her as she started to tear up at the sound of her own voice. Her wings, while still attached and moveable, served as nothing but a reminder for her former status, the power she'd lost in an instant.<br /><br />From that day on, the Boss would give you a brand new lab with way more budget and freedom, producing more of the collars as the former angel began her new life as a slave, employed as stress relief for the men on base and the Boss' bed warmer. Everyday, you'd notice subtle changes in her attitude and appearance; her feisty, cold persona giving way to a submissive damsel who stared at the men with a demure look, the anger in her eyes exchanged for something else as her eyes occassionally wandered to the buldges in their pants as she wandered the base in the sexy, frilly outfit the Boss had her wear at all times, her soft supple thighs rubbing together whenever they ignored her lustful gaze. Her tomboyish cut eventually grew out into a cute bob cut, coupled with ponytails that hung down her slender shoulders. She even started to gain some muscle in her abdomen and thighs, thanks to her nightly 'training' sessions with the Boss and whenever the men took her round a corner for a quicky. All signs of the divine warrior had vanished by the end of the month.<br /><br />As she approaches you, your eyes meet as she meekly bows her head in a greeting, thinking about it further, you realize you haven't had the opportunity to try her out ever since you turned her. Deciding to change that, your hand drifts over to her perky ass as she passes you, the unbelievably soft and smooth flesh in your grip forces a tent in your pants as she yelps in surprise at your touch, shyly turning around as you notice a droplet of liquid drip down from the damp spot staining her lace panties.<br /><br />"D-D-Does the Master want me? I-It'd please me to be of...service to you." You smirk as you think about how it'd be much more of a service to her than you as the wet spot between her legs grows larger, the little droplet of vaginal juice turning into a steady flow as she keeps her sleek eyes locked onto your boner, a fiery red blush on her soft cheeks and her pointed ears slicing the air as they wag up and down. As her fidgeting grows, petite hips shifting from side to side as her arms nestle closer to her, she squeezes her cleavage together as her breast sandwich the chain dangling from her collar. She must've gone the entire day without a single man to sleep with her, surprisingly.<br /><br />As the man who technically created her however, you had a duty to fix that. After all, even a corrupt man of science like yourself had standards to uphold...and creations needed a name, you realized no one here even bothered to come up with one for her, not even the Boss, the usual labels like 'Slut', 'Bitch' and 'Whore' were enough for them. Caressing her chin as she lets out an adorable squeak you realize just how broken she was, you doubt she even remembered who she was before she became the organizations less than divine fleshtoy, even otherworldly beings weren't free from mental issues it seemed<br /><br />Before you can ask however, the slave had already dropped your pants, wrapping her warm lips around it as her tongue savoured the length of your manhood, her head gently bobbing back and forth as her free hand pulled aside her panties, fingering her sopping wet lips as she finally gets the chance to relieve herself, loving eyes staring at you with appreciation. Ah, well, might as well enjoy yourself...<br /><br />Transcipt End<br /><br />A caption idea ive been toying with for the past few days. Hope you guys enjoy it! 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