Aria III - The Mistress I

"I'm tired", Pixie complained as she reclined on Aria's shoulder.
"Maybe you should try walking more and whining less", Aria retorted.
Pixie pouted and slouched down, "When are we stopping for the night?"
"We need somewhere defensible, this area is too open"
They were trekking though very barren terrain, but the undulating ground prevented being able to see attackers approaching. Aria was crushingly tired, but had to find a safe place to hide before she could rest. She also needed to stop moving for a while to help an injury to her side that she had suffered in an encounter with a pack of wolves, not long after they had parted ways with the soldiers.

As they crested a gentle rise, Aria could see the outline of a building not far from them. It looked like an old office complex, or something of that nature. About four floors high, and fairly large. The expanse of parking lot surrounding it was long since overgrown, the concrete broken and crumbled as nature took back it's rightful place. She approached it warily, looking for any sign of use, trails, lights, droppings on the ground. Her years of surviving in the wilds  had taught her many ways to sense  danger long before the traps closed.

Finally she reached the doorway, peering into the inner darkness before slinking through. This building wasn't as much a wreck as most of the abandoned ones were, but no tracks showed on the ground so Aria decided that they were alone here. At least for now. She moved deeper into the building, eyes adjusting to the darkness as the outside moonlight faded. A small office that still had its door seemed like a good refuge, and she locked the door behind them. With a stern warning to Pixie to not open the door or fall asleep, she nodded off sitting in the corner with her sword in hand.

The sudden light startled Aria to wakefulness. The window in the office door glowed intensely, blinding her night attuned eyes. The the door burst inward in a shower of glass and wood that forced her to cover her face, and before she could move her head was covered in a thick hood and she was pinned to the ground by strong hands. Quickly she was trussed up and thrown over someones thick muscled shoulder. As her captors left the room, she hear the faint rustling of air through their wings...Angels! They moved quickly through the halls, she guessed there were three by the sounds of their muffled feet. 'They must be wearing something to cover their hooves', she thought as they moved down a long stairwell. Then she thought of Pixie, where had she gone? Was she hurt by the explosion of the door?

Being thrown to the floor disrupted her thoughts and split the gash on her side open anew. She lay on the floor, blinded by the hood, and unable to move from the bindings. The odd thought struck her that there had been no sound other than breathing and footsteps the entire time of this ordeal. Very strange for the usually verbose Angels.
"Untie her, you fools", a womans voice cracked the air like a whip.
A rush of movement and hands pushing and pulling, and then she was free of her bonds, but the hood remained. She climbed to her feet, favouring her side and turned to face where the voice had come from.
"Who are you, why are you here?", demanded the the woman.
Aria straightened up before she answered, "I  am Aria, from the west. I sought a safe bed for the night."

Surprisingly, the woman laughed. Taken aback, but not sure what to say Aria kept her tongue and waited for the woman to reveal more. She could hear the clicking of her boots as she approached and circled her. Aria could smell what she thought was a faint musky odour of sex.
"You're injured?", she inquired.
Not wanting to give up too much, but really having no choice, Aria nodded the affirmative. The woman moved closer and lifted her shirt, exposing the seeping gash. A sharp intake of breath told Aria that it probably looked as bad as it felt. The woman turned and yelled something out in a language that Aria had never heard before, and there was a scampering of feet that faded out of the room.

"So, Aria from the west, can I trust you?", she said.
Aria bit her lip, thinking furiously. She needed to get out of this, but there were Angels here, which was a very bad sign. That this woman appeared to command them made it even worse. But what choice did she have now?
"Yes, you can, provided you don't try to harm me."
Again the loud boisterous laugh bust from her captor, "You have spirit, girl."
The woman reached forward and cut the hood free, letting Aria see her surroundings for the first time. The room was vast, the walls a combination of natural rock and concrete. The lighting came from some natural glow of the rock, combined with the glowing torches that were so common in their world. But what struck Aria was the magnificence of her captor.

The woman would have been over six feet on her own, but her high heeled knee high leather boots pushed her up to at least six foot six. Her face was beautiful in a cold cruel way, framed by long flowing black hair. Over each shoulder protruded a sword handle, each looking well worn from years of use. The style was odd, but Aria's gaze was drawn from the swords downward across the womans body. She wore black leather armor that covered her shoulders, arms, and from her thighs down to her boots. Her body was muscled, her breasts  very flat, but toned, and bare. The womans garb left both her breasts and vagina bare. Aria couldn't help but stare at her shaved cunt, she had never seen such a prominent set of lips and massive hood.
"You'll have to pardon my appearance, I was occupied when you arrived", she grinned as she rubbed her thumb sized hood, "but you don't seem to be minding."
Most people would have looked away, or blushed, but Aria merely smiled and looked around. There were two angels in the room with them. Not the biggest she had seen, but still would be tough to take down if she was to escape.
Where was Pixie?!?
"Come with me", she said, walking quickly towards a corridor leading off the room. Aria followed, but the Angels stayed where they were, obviously not invited along. The hallway was man made, high and wide and reasonably well lit. None of the usual debris was to be found, everything was clean and orderly.
"Here", she said pointing into a room, "You can wash and change in here, then meet me in the room at the end of the hall. Do not make me wait.", she admonished as she strode away.
In the room Aria found a bath had been filled for her, a towel, and a bikini type bathing suit of blood red material. She stripped down, stepping gingerly into the bath and cleaning her wound. Satisfied that it was clean, she washed her hair, suddenly conscious of  how dowdy she looked compared to this amazonian mistress. Not wanting to seem anxious, she slowly dried herself and donned the bikini. There were also a set of slippers she had not noticed, and she slipped into them before making her way down the hall. Where was Pixie?

At the end of the hall was another open room, but this one was obviously for living quarters. It smelled of food, spices, and was warmer than the other room. A splashing sound caught her attention and she followed it to her left. Built into the rock was a large bath. Steam rose off the water, giving the lighting a muted glow and the area a faint haze. Here was one more angel, chained to the wall across from her. And in the water was the Mistress floating languidly.  Her armor was gone, and she floated totally nude. Not one to be shy, Aria  started into the water.
"Wait", called the woman as she stood, "I have something for you". She motioned her over to the side where she picked up a package of something. She pointed for Aria to sit, then ripped open the package. "This is the best plasti-skin you can buy. You should heal up fast and have no pain now."
The material was translucent about 1/8" thick, and had a tacky consistency. She cut a section out of the sheet, then applied it to Aria's wound. Aria had only seen plasti-skin once before, it was incredibly valuable. She gritted her teeth as it molded itself to her skin and bound itself to the tissue, the burning feeling lasting a minute or more. As the sensation passed she looked in amazement at what had been a painful wound moments before, that now just looked like shiny skin.
"It will take about a week to finish up, then it will come off like a scab."
Aria wasn't sure what to say, this kind of a gift was incredibly generous. She took a closer look at the mistress, up close she could see that her body was a patchwork of scars and healed cuts. some were only an inch long, others a foot or more. One of the long ones passed across her breast, right below the nipple. Another began at her belly button, and slashed down across her thigh. And with her eyes looking down, she was again drawn to looking at the womans thick meaty pussy. Just looking at it made her own cunt tingle.
Aria looked up, "who are you?"
"You can call me the mistress, Aria, that is my only name now."
Aria nodded, "Mistress, I had a friend with me..."
"Yes, she is coming", she said, "my boys found her before you, wandering the hallways."
An angry flash passed through her, a moment of blind rage. That fucking twit had gotten her caught.
"I would have found you anyway, we have regular patrols and the doors are always left open, don't blame the pixie."
Aria nodded as her pulse slowed, realizing that she was expecting too much from the loyal, but scatterbrained Pixie.

"Come", she said taking Aria by the hand and leading her to the other side of the pool. There she laid back into a part of the rock that had been chiseled like a chair, legs spread. "You've been peeking at it, why not take a closer look?"
Not needing further invitation, Aria moved between her legs and admired the long thick dark brown labia. leaning in, she poked out her tongue, circling around the prominent lips until her tongue rested on the long thick hood. Unable to restrain her curiosity, she pulled back the hood with her finger, letting out a long 'oooooooh' sound at the sight of the pink thumb sized clit sheathed below. The Mistress moaned as she applied her tongue to it, circling it fully, then sucking it into her mouth. Aria slid a couple of fingers between the thick lips as she sucked, feeling the heat of the mistresses slick hole. Her fingers slipped easily inside, as she pumped her hand she added her other two fingers until almost her entire hand was fucking the slippery cunt.
Popping her mouth off the swollen clit, she looked up at the moaning Mistress. Her eyes were fixed on Aria, fingers pulling roughly at her thick dark nipples. Inspired by a thought, Aria began pumping her head up and down as she sucked, like she was giving a blowjob. She had obviously hit a nerve, the Mistress bucking and shouting as Aria sucked and fucked her. Aria could feel how soaked her own pussy was, the desire to touch herself was maddening. She moved her head up and down at a frenzied pace, loving the feeling of this womans thick tasty flesh. The Mistress  tensed her body, back arching, Aria pushing her hand deep as she bit down on the sensitive flesh of her clit. Juices flowed across her hand as she came hard, crying out in a passionate release. Aria kept sucking as the waves of orgasm flooded her body, keeping at it until she felt her sag down in relief.
"That, was delicious Aria", she panted. Aria grinned back at her, too aroused to care about anything else.
"Now it's your turn", she said, extending her hand. Aria took the offered hand and the Mistress pulled her up out of the pool with her. they walked over to a bed that was near where the angel stood silently chained to the wall. Aria realized that the angels were no threat here, though she could not begin to understand why. She helped Aria out of her bikini, admiring the firm small breasts and the new nipple ring that Aria had added after the angel had pierced her. Kneeling she pulled down her bottoms, not waiting until they were off before her tongue was snaking it's way between her legs. Pushing her back on the bed, the Mistress stood over her and smiled. "You taste wonderful".
Aria grinned and spread her legs invitingly.
The Mistress motioned to her Angel, who moved over to them silently, almost at the limit of his chain. "This is my special angel, would you like to see why?"
Not sure, Aria simply nodded. The Mistress reached back and massaged the Angels sheath, gripping it with a firm hand as she pumped. Soon the angels cock began to emerge, thick and long, it pushed out until  there was over a foot of his limp cock dangling from his sheath. Aria's eyes were wide as she watched his massive tool emerge.
"Now Aria, lets play..."

continued in Part IV - The Mistress