"You will serve me," the angel commander declares, her voice like thunder. The male angels, their wings bound, are forced to their knees, their eyes locked onto their mistress's throbbing pussy. They worship her, their tongues darting out to taste her nectar, their cocks straining against their celestial robes. The room is filled with the sounds of their humiliating service, their moans of pleasure and pain echoing through the hallowed halls.