Back when it still thought of itself as a person, Jelly Doll had never been very religious - it had been raised by a family of very lax Catholics who were perfectly willing to let it reach its own conclusions about its beliefs. Nowadays it believed whatever its Master and Miss told it, but this hadn’t made much difference since they were atheists. Well, Alyssa was - Richard was more agnostic. He’d often said he liked to think there was a higher power that created the universe, but preferred to imagine it was some kind of unimaginably eldritch being, far beyond the understanding of the human mind, rather than the Christian God. In any event, he hadn’t tried to convince Jelly of any deity’s existence, or any religious doctrine, and neither had AJ. At present, the only higher power it believed in was its hypnotic boyfriend.

So it was as surprised by the angel’s visitation as anyone else.

It was standing naked on display in the garden, while its lovers and friends, all of them in various states of undress, casually chatted and drank nearby, paying it almost no attention. It was posed slightly sideways, with one leg before the other and its arms raised above it in a graceful gesture, as if it were midway through a pirouette. It had been there for longer than it could measure, blinking lazily every so often, breathing slowly and deeply as if fast asleep. Just a happy ornament to be glanced at and enjoyed whenever they liked, blissfully unbothered by anything going on around it. So far, so normal.

Apparently unprompted by anything, there was a sudden presence inside Jelly’s hollow head - a tiny light in the darkness, which rapidly grew to fill every corner of the cavernous space, before flowing through the rest of its plastic body. It was more than mere light, though. There was a sentience, a consciousness, that adjusted to the shape and feeling of the living doll’s form. The intruding mind found this process much quicker than usual, having expected at least a meagre struggle. Usually her human vessels resisted her at least a little - even the ones who wanted her to possess them. Here, she had been met with absolutely no opposition - no thoughts, no will, to crush.

As the newcomer rapidly took full control of Jelly Doll, its blink rate sped up and its small dreamy smile spread into a smirk. Lowering its arms, she rolled its head on its shoulders and flexed its jaw experimentally. She ran its hands through its hair, across its chest, over its thighs and ass, shivering at the sensations from her borrowed body. It might be a fake person, a golem made for reasons she didn’t know, but it certainly felt like a real mortal. It had all the usual physical characteristics, with the added bonus that it lacked a mind with which to resist her - just a mere few wisps of magic that seemed to act as a substitute consciousness. Yes, this host was more than suitable.

Turning on the spot and planting her feet side by side, she straightened up into a confident, imperious posture and strode across the garden towards the humans in the near distance. She made sure to push out her host body’s breasts to make them more prominent, reflecting that it was a stroke of fortune that it was already nude when she took over - normally she would’ve had to strip her vessels. She found that the bare female form had a powerful effect on those that saw it (regardless of gender), which added to her own celestial charisma.

One of the nearby mortals, a half-naked brunette with small, ornate-looking metal clips on each nipple, saw her first. The memories recorded amidst the faint puff of smoke that passed for Jelly’s mind identified it as Hailee, a profoundly masochistic submissive who identified as a fucktoy and used ‘it/its’ pronouns. The corner of Jelly’s mouth twitched as its current occupant reflected on how strange humans could be, with their various quirks and kinks. Not that she was complaining - after all, those quirks and kinks should make it that much easier to assert her authority over them.

Hailee frowned at the sight of Jelly Doll approaching, conscious and mobile, and opened its mouth to ask why it had unfrozen - but stopped as if frozen itself, gaping awestruck at its friend and casual lover. The interloper smiled, recognising the expression from a thousand previous visits to Earth. This was a perceptive one, clearly, to sense the otherworldly power within the plastic person so promptly. She wondered how her divinity showed itself to Hailee. Perhaps it had seen the heavenly light that suffused Jelly’s body, emanating from it as an aura. Perhaps it’d had a vision, a brief glimpse, of her true form - a gargantuan eyeball, surrounded by constantly spinning wheels adorned with hundreds of additional eyes, which she’d had to transfigure into light in order to enter the humanoid form she now wore. Or perhaps it merely saw the expression on its fellow toy’s face, and recognised that it had been taken over by someone else, someone with power beyond anything it had ever previously encountered, and that the only natural response was to immediately submit.

Whatever the fucktoy saw, it let out a gasp of shock and dropped to its knees. “Oh my God,” it blurted, its eyes wide.

“Not quite,” the ophanim chuckled.

Hailee threw itself into a bow, its arms stretched out across the neatly-mown grass. As the others nearby turned to investigate the commotion, the possessed Jelly Doll strode forwards and stepped up onto the prone plaything’s back, standing steady with the balance of a ballerina.

The women approached quickly, confused and slightly alarmed expressions on their faces. “Jel?” the one called Alyssa blurted. “When did you - what the -”

“Greetings, mortals,” the new arrival proclaimed, hands on her hips, towering over them on her living platform. “I am Anjel the angel, here to visit your plane of existence. Obey me in all things, and you shall be richly rewarded in paradise.” She grinned again. “Not to mention, here and now. The memories of this vessel tell me that you all find submission rewarding already, so yielding to my will should be no great hardship to you.”

Sabrina blinked, thunderstruck. “Sorry, did you say your name was ‘Anne-jell’ the angel?”

Anjel raised an eyebrow. That was her takeaway? “Yes. Spelt like ‘angel’, but with a J instead of a G. And pronounced like that, yes.”

“So... like, ‘Anjelica’ without the ‘ica’?” AJ said slowly.

“Yes.” What was with these humans, fixating on the wrong details? They should be prostrating themselves before her by now, not asking questions about her name! (Although, she supposed it was important that they knew how to say and spell her name correctly if they were to properly worship her.)

“Uh... huh.” AJ’s expression was incredulous to the point of looking almost outraged, their eyebrows scrunched together and their nose crinkled. Sabby seemed to be trying not to laugh, her eyes wide and her grinning lips pressed firmly together. S3 was as blank-faced as ever, staring up at Anjel as if it were watching paint dry.

Anjel’s eyes narrowed. From Jelly Doll’s memories, she knew that these women were exceptionally credulous, easily convinced of some truly absurd notions by each other and their partners. Even now, they all still believed it was perfectly normal to masturbate in front of their friends should they have an urgent need to do so - a belief that had been imposed upon them earlier that same week. And even as Alyssa shook her head sceptically at the being possessing her toy girlfriend, one of her hands was wandering between her legs. Anjel couldn’t even tell if she was aware of it - perhaps her other self, Danielle, was controlling their hand covertly. Whatever the truth was, the divine visitor couldn’t say she minded the sight.

And yet, it seemed the women’s innate gullibility would only stretch so far - they couldn’t accept that their sex doll had been taken over by a many-eyed messenger from the Promised Land. She licked her borrowed lips, relishing the opportunity to prove her holy nature.

“I assure you, I speak the truth. I am an ophanim, one of the living, all-seeing wheels of the Lord’s heavenly chariots. I have visited your world several times across the aeons, and have observed and interacted with humanity on a few occasions. You are honoured to be in my presence, and you will show me the deference accorded one of God’s celestial choir.”

The two nude women directly before her exchanged glances, both of them struggling to keep straight faces. “S-sure, Anjel,” AJ replied. “I mean, that seems... plausible.”

“Yeah, I dunno, it makes sense to me, Alyssa,” Sabrina sniggered. “Why wouldn’t an angel come and visit us? If anyone deserves to... After all, look at us. We’re simply divine, aren’t we?” She undulated her torso a little, flaunting her bare tits and ass. Anjel rolled her eyes slightly at her sacrilege, more amused than offended.

“You are pretty holy,” AJ chuckled.

“You should know, babe, you’ve seen ’em all.” Sabby winked, and AJ could no longer hold her laughter in.

Anjel tutted over the mirth of her host’s partner. “I suppose I can’t expect all of you to be as perceptive as this one,” she mused, patting her living pedestal’s bare back with her sole. “But given what I know about your lifestyles, I would’ve thought you’d know your place beneath a clearly superior being, at the very least.”

S3 spoke at last, its voice as empty of emotion as ever. “The existence of an afterlife into which the human consciousness travels following physical death is illogical and unlikely, and therefore the probability that beings such as ophanim exist is approximately 0%, rounded to the nearest whole number. This unit would theorise that User:Jelly_Doll is currently acting under the influence of a hypnotic sugg-”

“Silence, machine,” Anjel snapped.

The fembot’s voice cut off at once, its ocular lenses briefly rolling up in its cranium as Anjel’s celestial power seeped into its circuitry, before resuming staring inscrutably up at her. She smirked. Considering how much humankind relied upon it, technology was so easily controlled. Although she sensed that this automaton had a degree of artificial intelligence, it was still ultimately nothing more than technology, and had no real way of resisting her influence.

Alyssa and Sabrina spared the android brief looks of surprise, before returning their attention to the angel looming over them. “Alright then, we’ll play along,” the plural girl shrugged, still idly playing with their pussy. “So, what brings a higher being like yourself to our garden?”

Anjel smiled salaciously. “I have a... fondness, for humans. We angels tend not to interact with you unless sent by the Lord for a specific purpose. Most of my kind are content with that, preferring to remain separate from ephemeral beings like yourselves. But on my first visit I found you most intriguing, and I have returned of my own accord a few more times over the millennia, merely for my own entertainment.” Her lewd grin widened. “You have such feeble minds... and such supple bodies. You... feel... so much. It... amuses me, to play with you.”

“Uh huh. And the Big Guy doesn’t have a problem with that - you coming down here, possessing and dominating us?”

“He gave us all free will, even his messengers,” she pointed out, hopping off Hailee and sauntering towards the other women. “It would be against his code to intervene, to stop me from exercising my free will by taking away yours.”

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that make you kind of... corrupt? I mean, I’m not at all religious and I’m hardly one to judge, but I’m pretty sure this is kinda... unholy behaviour, for an angel.”

“Yeah, it seems kinda risky,” AJ put in. “Like, say what you want about him letting you use your free will, but it feels like this is the kinda thing that could piss him off enough to make an exception. Keep this up and you could get a heaping of Wrath with a capital ‘W’.”

“You gotta admit - imposing your will on humans and making them do whatever you want, just to entertain you, is pretty... satanic,” Sabby snickered.

Another of her kind would’ve been deeply offended by this comparison. Anjel just smiled. “Mortals,” she chuckled, staring specifically at Sabrina. “You do talk such nonsense.”

“Heh fum bluh,” the blonde replied. A moment later, her eyes went wide, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sum buh dum duh?” she spluttered, an expression of bewilderment on her face. “Her - foom feh!”

“Uh, Sab?” AJ asked warily. “What’s going on, babe?”

“Guh leff ree! Mubble vah!” Sabby cried, waving her hands before her as she frantically fought to communicate with her friend. “Yub yee nun nung! Fubb!”

AJ burst out laughing at her fellow submissive’s predicament. Despite her frustration, Sabrina couldn’t help joining in, clearly just as amused by her inability to talk anything but gibberish, as if her tongue had gone numb. She was clearly aroused by it, too - even if Anjel didn’t already know how much the short sex kitten enjoyed being made to look and act foolish, she was visibly wet.

The ophanim turned her attention back to Alyssa. “Believe me yet?”

“What, ’cos you made her speak in tongues?” AJ snorted dismissively. “She’d probably have done that anyway, just ’cos she’d like how stupid she sounds. Turns you on, being a dumbass, doesn’t it, Sabs?” she teased.

The blonde blushed. “Fgeh.”

“Still need convincing? Very well.” Anjel backed up a few steps. “Hailee, come and worship my breasts.”

The fucktoy sprang to its feet, turned and scurried towards her. “Yes, of course, uh - Mistress? Master? Majesty...?”

“‘Anjel’ will suffice,” the angel said with a benevolent smile.

“Yes, Anjel,” Hailee said reverently, before leaning forwards and beginning to delicately run its tongue over one of Jelly Doll’s nipples.

“Semble hub,” Sabrina snickered.

Anjel shot her a slightly menacing stare, and her smile faltered. “You believe in me now, don’t you, my sweet little tongue-tied kitten? You felt my angelic power scramble your words and subsume your will. You can still feel it, can’t you...?”

“Bulf,” the girl mumbled, her big round eyes as wide as they could be.

“That’s right. You know what I am. You can feel it in every incoherent sound you make, every lovely dumb utterance. It’s like sheer poetry, my pet. Helping you to understand my nature, and your place beneath me.”

“Lum bumma buh,” Sabby whispered, slowly sinking to her knees, her gaze never wavering from the higher being even as her head began to tilt forwards, bowing in submission. “Hella munna. Fuld nun zemby.”

Smiling triumphantly, Anjel turned back to Alyssa. “And now, little mortal, you must inevitably concede my superiority.”

“Yeah, sure. C’mon, how stupid do I look?” AJ smirked. Dani chose that moment to let drool spill over their lower lip, unnoticed by her primary persona.

“Do you want an honest answer to that?” the ophanim tittered. “Are you seriously telling me this isn’t enough to convince you of my divinity?” she continued, gesturing first to the kneeling kitten-girl gazing at her in terrified devotion and whispering prayers in lorem ipsum, and then to the fucktoy still zealously sucking her tits.

“Please,” AJ retorted, her hands on her hips. “Just because they’re acting like the submissives they are, doesn’t mean you’re a real angel. You’re Jelly Doll acting under a delusion, and probably one put in your head by the Fuck Hawk. There’s no such thing as ange-”

“Look into my eyes.”

“I - oh.”

As ever, Alyssa was easily ensnared by the simple command, her eyes locking onto Jelly’s, her hand finally falling away from her slippery labia to dangle at her side. Anjel could see the light of her dual consciousness fading away, and quickly interrupted, “Don’t slip away just yet, darling. Feel yourself held by my gaze, certainly - but I want you awake and aware. I want you to do more than look... I want you to see.”

AJ frowned prettily, frustrated by her inability either to look away or to sink into a trance. The poor, cynical mortal looked most perturbed. Her troubled expression only grew more evident by the second, as she stared deeper into her plaything partner’s eyes - and slowly but surely, the presence behind them made itself apparent to her. Anjel didn’t have to do anything. She just stood and stared into Alyssa’s very soul, as Hailee continued to devotedly worship her host’s breasts with its mouth, while Sabrina knelt nearby in hushed veneration for the heavenly visitor, and S3 stood at attention, unable to act with its independent functionality overridden by the ophanim’s will.

It was starting to dawn on Alyssa that she really was facing someone - something - quite different from the Jelly Doll she knew and loved. Something possibly beyond her comprehension. Shudders went through her, her instincts telling her that the dark whirlpool within Jelly’s eyes, in which she’d become caught, had something utterly terrifying at its centre, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away. The naked brat had no choice but to keep looking deeper and deeper, getting sucked into the obsidian spiral of the living doll’s pupils - until, at last, she found the pinprick of holy light at the centre, which instantly expanded and illuminated every crevice of her brain.

“Oh, fuck me,” Alyssa breathed, her eyes wide with wonder and fear. “You - you actually are -”

“I actually am,” Anjel replied calmly. “Abase yourself.”

AJ hurriedly hurled herself to the ground, unwilling to wait even a fraction of a second. She’d been disrespectful to a messenger of God, and now she feared for her immortal soul if she didn’t make amends by obeying the ophanim’s every command the very moment they were given.

“Much better,” the entity inhabiting Jelly grinned. Seizing Hailee by the hair, she gently pulled it away from her boobs and began to push it back to the ground. “A higher being needs a throne,” she told it, “and since I see none nearby, I shall make do with you for now.”

“Yes, Anjel,” the fucktoy whimpered, sinking onto all fours on the grass again and straightening its spine as much as it could. Without hesitation, Anjel lowered herself down and perched on it, wiggling her bare butt on its back. She raised her left foot and planted the heel on AJ’s upper back, nestled amidst her layers of auburn hair.

“Silly little woman-shaped device, come and bow before me, just there,” she commanded, pointing in front of her to her right. “I want you and the cynical one far enough apart for my eloquent little kitten to fit between you.”

“C-confirmed,” S3 stuttered slightly, marching forwards a little more jerkily than usual as it fought in vain to reassert control over its systems, although its face remained as impassive as ever. The automaton dropped to the ground and prostrated itself in the exact same pose as Alyssa, as far away from Anjel on her right as AJ was on her left.

The divine emissary rested her remaining foot on the android’s polyester-covered back, and then gestured to the kneeling Sabby, whose eyes, filled with rapturous adulation, had never left her the entire time. “Here, kitty,” she teased, and the diminutive blonde fell onto hands and knees and then crawled across the lawn towards her at top speed, thundering between AJ and S3. Anjel pointed lazily at her crotch and planted her hands on the flesh cushion behind her, propping herself up so that she could recline on her makeshift throne without toppling off the back of it. “Your turn to worship me, sweet one.”

Sabby looked like she’d just won the lottery. “Bleb-leb-lee,” she burbled, and then dove face-first into Jelly Doll’s pussy.

Sighing elatedly, Anjel relaxed and let her head loll back, revelling in the moment of triumph over this little group of mortals. Although dominating them all hadn’t proven as quick and easy as she’d first anticipated, that had just made the experience more fun. And now she could simply enjoy the spoils - the subdued females now desperate to satisfy her every whim, and the sensations they could cause her borrowed body. Even now, Sabrina’s deft tongue was bringing her ecstasy the likes of which she rarely felt, particularly in her native, eldritch form.

It struck her once again just what a perfect vessel this Jelly Doll was. Made in the form of a woman, yet with no real sentience of its own, she could experience all the positives of the female human form without any tiresome resistance. It was almost as if it had been made for her. Perhaps whoever had created it, sculpted its living flesh as if from clay, was a worshipper of hers, constructing it with the specific purpose of hosting her essence. That made it more than just a vessel... That made it an idol. What an absolute treat!

“Enjoying yourself?”

There was yet another human nearby - a male, this time, whom she recognised as Richard, her idol’s partner and dominant. He was standing several feet away with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, smiling knowingly in her direction.

She arched an eyebrow, eager to add another subservient mortal to her collection. “What does it look like, Master?” she taunted. “I wonder - how does it feel to be confronted by one so much more powerful than yourself, one for whom the power you have to work for comes naturally? You must feel a little intimidated. Emasculated, even.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, not especially. I’m pretty secure in my self-image, to be honest. Besides, Anjel, you made a bit of an error of divine judgement taking over this particular host.”

“Oh? It’s not even a real person - just a simulacrum, a mannequin with the barest hint of consciousness. A mind like a puff of smoke, easily dispelled. I feel certain now that this figurine was an idol, crafted for me as an offering, a vessel made deliberately to house me within.”

He chuckled. “’Fraid not, Your Holiness.”

“Ridiculous mortal man,” Anjel said dismissively. “You just don’t want to lose your property. Do not worry, I’ll take good care of it. Of all of them. I don’t need to keep them for eternity - just for as long as I’m on this dimensional plane. When I leave, you can all continue your impure behaviour.” She grinned at the obvious irony of her words, running her hands through Sabby’s blonde bob as the sex kitten kept delicately lapping at her divine cunt. “The only difference shall be your devotion to me, which will continue for the rest of your natural lives. And then, when you reach the Promised Land, you can serve me there forever.”

“Mm. Tempting though that offer is, I have a different plan.”

“Do elaborate,” Anjel sniggered, utterly unconcerned.

“Well, I was thinking that now I’ve got a real-life angel here on Earth with me, I’ll trap you here and use your divine essence to make my own power stronger.”

The ophanim barked with laughter, even as Sabby’s tongue brought her towards the brink. “You - you think you can - you presume -”

“I presume much,” Richard continued calmly over her cackling. “But please, don’t let me distract you. By all means, enjoy your first orgasm in your new body.”

Anjel raised her eyebrows again at the man’s suspicious demeanour, but was too close to release to care too much. Cradling her new pet’s head with one hand, squeezing it between her idol’s thighs, she gave in to the mounting pleasure. She glanced across at Richard, and made to smile triumphantly at him - but her face wouldn’t respond. In fact, no part of her borrowed body would, all of a sudden. It was inexplicably paralysed, held in place, reduced to the motionless lump of plastic it was before she took it over.

What the fuck was happening?! She angrily fought back against her abrupt immobility, mustering every bit of her indomitable will to make the slightest move - to no avail. It was no good. She was stuck. Struggling only seemed to be making her situation worse. All Anjel could do was sit there on her living, breathing bench, solid as oak beneath her bare buttocks, and freezegasm on Sabby’s face as she continued to taste the very depths of Jelly’s crevice. Her face, her eyes, her torso, her limbs, were all locked in place, her legs spread wide to accommodate the girl dutifully eating her out, each foot still perched on a different worshipper, her left footrest trembling a little, the mechanical girl on the right just as static as Anjel herself.

“And we’re off,” Richard declared with a note of victory, sauntering forwards. “Jelly Doll, be sure to stay frozen even after you’re finished cumming.” He crouched down next to Sabby. “Time for a cat nap, my little Anjel licker,” he said, laughing at his own wordplay. “Boop!” He tapped her on a spot on her forehead, and with a surprised squeak she fell to the ground, stupefied.

How dare you?! Anjel roared inside her host’s head, unable to speak a single syllable aloud.

“Here’s the mistake you made, Your Worship,” he said, as he lifted Jelly’s feet off AJ and S3, bent its legs, and planted its soles in the grass either side of the sprawled Sabrina. “That Jelly Doll is mine. You might be in the driving seat, but I’m still in control. That puff of smoke that makes up its mind? That’s magic. My magic, through which I control its body. You dismissed it as no threat and let it simmer around the edges of your consciousness, never realising it still gave me total power over your ‘idol’.”

Planting one hand on Jelly’s belly and the other on its back, he raised it to its feet. Then he slid a hand between its legs from behind, planting his palm on its pussy, and took hold of one of its thighs with his free hand, lifting it bodily into the air and carrying it across the lawn with seemingly no effort, away from the four women Anjel had subjugated, as she screamed silently at him.

“You were right about one thing, though,” he said, placing the living statue back in its original spot. “Jelly Doll was made for you, to be your perfect vessel. But it’s not an offering. It’s a trap. I’ve heard stories about you, passed down through the centuries, and I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come and possess my empty-headed plaything.”

Stepping in front of her immobilised host body, he drew a pendant out from under his shirt - a heart-shaped mystic topaz on a thin silver chain. “I even got this magic crystal to store your consciousness as well. I can keep you under control in Jelly for a bit, but not long-term - you’d be able to break free given time. Plus, with you in here, around my neck, my power will increase a thousandfold. No-one’ll be able to resist my mesmerising magic with the essence of an angel enhancing it. You’ll be my most precious property yet.”

I am not your property! Anjel raged impotently, as her captor moved behind her. I am not like these mortal women! I am an ophanim, an all-seeing wheel! I will not be treated like thi-

Her furious train of thought was derailed by one of his hands reaching around her idol’s torso, beginning to caress her already tender labia. “You belong to me now, Anjel,” he purred into her ear, as his deft digits quickly worked her up towards a second orgasm. “You bound yourself to a mortal body, and in the process you gave yourself all the vulnerabilities of a mortal. You will submit to my will, just as they do. Your face and voice can unfreeze.”

“R-release me, human,” she snapped the second she regained the power of speech, resenting the stutter his fingers caused her.

“Really? Am I doing that bad of a job?” he chuckled, tenderly groping one of her tits with his other hand.

“I - no, you just - look - release me at once!” she cried, trying her best to ignore his mocking, yet strangely fond laughter, and how humiliated it made her feel. “You have no right to - to take such, such - libertieees...” She clamped her mouth shut to suppress the plaintive whimper that had interrupted her, inwardly cursing his skilful touch and her idol’s responsive cunt.

“Oh, but I think you’re glad I am,” he teased, pressing his torso up against her back, wrapping her petrified body in his embrace as he kept masturbating her. “I think that after all these aeons as an alpha angel, now that you’re getting to experience a powerless plaything’s perspective, you’re starting to like it. You’re starting to see exactly why all your other followers - including my loves here - were so eager to give in, to submit, to surrender...”

“Nnngh - no,” she protested, but it came out a lot less defiant and a lot more feeble than she’d hoped. She could feel another orgasm in the offing. She could do nothing to stop it, with her human vessel disabled and her powers somehow restrained.

“I can hear it in your voice,” Master - no, Richard, not Master, that was the host’s honorific for him, she wouldn’t use it - taunted. “The mighty ophanim, giving up so easily. Just as weak for pleasures of the flesh as we all are, now that you have flesh. You might’ve been one of the greatest, most formidable of your kind, in your own world - but the bigger you are, the harder you fall, angel...”

Speaking of big and hard, she could feel his erection against the small of her back. To her horror, she found herself longing for it - aching for it - to slide inside her mortal form and give it a good, thorough fucking. The ceaseless stimulation was starting to overwhelm her, making her forget that she was supposed to be fighting back - to be holding onto her ego, her self-respect, her unwavering sense of her own superiority. This dastardly human trickster was turning her from a supreme being into a needy sex toy, and she was helpless to stop it, even as she remained aware of her own gradual disintegration. Her will and her cunt were melting together beneath his delicate fingertips.

She heard a guttural moan, and realised a split second later that it was coming from her. “Guh... luh - lemme go,” she grunted, desperate to be free, desperate to reassert her dominance, desperate to move her frozen hips and hump that skilled hand. “This... this is nngh - not right...”

“Say ‘please’.”

“Wh-what, no-ohhhh...”

“‘Please’. Come on, Anjel, you can do it...”

“Uhh...” Her peak drawing ever closer, tremors rebounding around within her body while it remained completely still on the outside, she reluctantly acquiesced, sacrificing dignity for clemency. “Pleeease...”

“‘Please’, what?”

Fuming, she sighed, “Please, Master.”

His strokes sped up, spiralling around and around her borrowed clit. As she mewled and whined ever louder, he intoned softly into her ear, “‘Please, Master’, what?”

“Please, Master, l-let me... cum! Let me cum, oh God, fuck, Master, let me cum pleee-”

The howled entreaty was, ironically, all it took for her to achieve the release she craved, the ophanim’s surrender to an even higher power than herself bringing her to an intense climax. Once again, the body in which she’d been trapped locked in place completely, her eyes shut, her mouth open mid-cry. Her new Master continued to jill her off with one hand, while his other meddled with her frozen form, closing her gaping maw and raising each of her arms in turn towards her head. He placed her hands before her face so they covered it completely, leaving only an inch or two of space between her vessel’s visage and her flat palms.

She was stuck like that, with her eyes and mouth closed and her face obscured from view, as he brought her through that second silent, static orgasm, and towards a third, a whispered command in her ear keeping her frozen in the interim. Then, once he was satisfied that she had been, he wiped his hand on her inner thigh and stepped away. “Think I’ll leave you like that for a while, my Weeping Anjel,” he guffawed in the near distance. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll be back before long to pop you into my mystic topaz. In the meantime, me and the guys are gonna go take advantage of our subs - thanks for making their brains extra melted, very generous of you!”

And with that, he left the powerless, disoriented, defeated angel alone within her paralysed flesh prison, waiting for him to return, unsure whether she wanted freedom or another orgasm. She was certain now that neither were likely - she would soon be trapped in an entirely different cage, without even the sensations of a human body to make her plight bearable, hanging around her Master’s neck while he harnessed her divine power for his own purposes. The inevitability of her fate filled her with both dread and inexplicable arousal, knowing she was to be reduced from one of the greatest beings in the universe to a mere magician’s trinket.

Perhaps, though, if she served him well... maybe, occasionally, as a treat, he’d put her back in Jelly Doll for a while and fuck her senseless. Anjel could only pray for her new God to be so merciful.