Broken Halo (11 page)

      
Sonya
couldn't think of anything but having him inside of her and punching him in the
face once he freed her arms. “It was good.”

      
He
smiled as he lined his cock up to her saturated entry. “This may hurt a bit at
first since this is your first time, but it won't be as bad as it might have
been had your hymen not been broken.”

      
She
blushed. It was a little embarrassing discussing her maidenhead with him. She
shouldn't have lost it. Damn Jude for taking it with his fingers. Once Nimbus
penetrated her, her purity and innocence would be gone. She would never be a
virgin again.

      
“If
you submit to me and open your body for me this won't be half as painful as it
could be,” he told her.

      
She
flinched when the head poked at her vagina, only to be denied access. Undaunted
by the obstacle, he pushed harder until the tip popped into her pussy. Nimbus
gasped at the rush of being inside her and Sonya cried out in pain as his
length slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt. The enormous girth of him
stretched her vaginal tissues as it filled her to the hilt, demanding
possession of her. Her twat quivered as the narrow walls of her channel were parted
for his pleasure. They gave him access, admitting their defeat and sucked him
gently in a peace offering, leaving no room for denial. He was inside of her
and she could feel every inch of him as he took away her innocence.

      
“Do
you feel me, Sonya?” He whispered in a sensual, husky timbre that disarmed her.
His fingers ran through her hair and his eyes were as affectionate as they were
lust-driven. It was the most lethal combination she had ever fallen prey to.

      
“Yes.”
He left her breathless. She shouldn't be this enamored with him, let alone
allow her voice to reveal her delight in him.

      
“Do
you feel my penis inside of you?” His lips teased hers innocently, but the kiss
proved deadly regardless, “The way it stretches and fills you?”

      
“Yes.”
She moaned when he bottomed out inside of her and remained motionless in her
pussy so she could adjust to the massive invasion in her sex.

      
The
way he licked her cheek was tender, yet predatory as though she were a lamb
being offered to a hungry lion who wanted nothing more than to devour her
simply because she was pure and untouched. “Does that make you horny, my love?
Do you want me?”

      
A
tear trickled down her cheek. He had never called her my love before. She
didn't know if it was a meaningless endearment he charmed all of his lovers
with, or a calculated attempt to gain her trust and rape the affection out of
her so she submitted to his will. Either way it was working, though deep in her
heart she wanted to believe he really meant those adoring words. She needed them
to be genuine like she needed his touch.

      
“Yes,
Nimbus, I want you very badly,” she whispered, practically sobbing out the
words. She really must get a hold of herself. It wasn't wise to show him
weakness, or convey to him how in love with him she still was.

      
Nimbus
appeared touched by her honesty and possibly by the depth of emotion he saw
hovering in her moistened eyes. He unchained her so her hands were at liberty
to do as they pleased. He pulled the covers over top of them and they gasped
and moaned as he slowly began thrusting inside of her.

      
Her
arms were around his neck, pulling him toward her for another kiss. She could
have been strangling him, or punching him in the face for using and abusing her
so shamelessly, but her stupid hands wanted nothing more than to explore every
muscular bulge and sinew of his hard, masculine flesh.

      
Nimbus
moaned at the scintillating union of their mouths and the way she explored and
appreciated his chiseled body. His strapping chest rubbed against her bosom as
he moved inside of her. Her body trembled beneath the solid mass of him and her
eyes glazed in the maddening descent of abandon. Her self control was fast
slipping as was his. Their primal sounds filled the room as the heady scent of
sex filled their lungs which were desperate for the air that deserted them in
this bewitching moment.

      
The
way he hovered over her exuded his dominance over her and it sent a wild thrill
through Sonya to know he had overpowered her and she was helpless to overcome
him and too aroused to even try. He was stronger than her and her body
worshiped his whether it was wrong or not.

      
It
was foolish to surrender control when he would only use it against her and
demand her blind allegiance, but in this moment of weakness she was the one who
was blind. Her heart had ached unbearably for him during their period of
separation. He caned her a little bit ago and she was willingly opening her
body for him. He tricked her into selling her soul and her heart was moved by
his gratified smile and sounds.

      
Where
she formerly saw a demon, she now saw a fallen angel and somehow in this very
physical moment, he seemed incredibly human to her as though he did in fact
have a soul; a soul that was fused with hers if only for tonight. A damnable
union that should have made her shudder in terror, but her body was happily
oblivious to this at the moment and trembling in the clutches of the greatest
euphoria she had ever known.

      
Nimbus
drove into her so furiously now she could practically feel him scraping her
womb in his manic pumping.

      
“Oh,
Sonya,” he rasped in ecstasy just before he came. His outcry sounded feral as
he made his final plunges into her deeper still and emptied himself into her
body.

      
She
squeezed his prick with her quim, delighting in his wild moan. The way his
fingernails dug into her back ruthlessly brought on a delicious pain. He pulled
her into himself, letting her know he owned her and coercing her to be still as
he sprayed his seed into her. An offering she had no choice but to accept as he
made her one with him.

      
He
collapsed on top of her panting while she played with his soft, flaxen hair and
trailed the fingertips of her other hand along his broad shoulders and the
smooth definition in his strong back. He was a masterpiece, the epitome of
everything male and sexual.

      
It
irked the hell out of her that anyone else had known him in this way, but she
was too drugged with passion at the moment to think of all the women she wanted
to kill for touching him and being touched by him. She liked to think that he
had never shown this depth of emotion to them as he had to her just now. If she
was the only woman to ever hold his heart in her hands like she thought she
was, then it would be enough and she just might be able to forgive him his past
grievances of putting his hands on her predecessors.

      
Nimbus
nuzzled her neck and cheek with his soothing but scratchy stubble as he held
her in his arms and cuddled with her.

      
She
felt shy when she asked him how he liked it.

      
He
pulled back with a grin as he ran his fingers through her hair and looked
lovingly into her eyes. “So much better than any fantasy I ever had of you. You
are mine forever. We are one now, so don't ever think of leaving me, or I will
hunt you down and make you wish you were never created.”

      
She
shivered at the tender way he spoke the threat. It was every bit as dangerous
as it was endearing. It moved and scared her with equal intensity. She
swallowed, becoming alarmed when he placed his hand gently at the base of her
throat, not hard enough to choke her, but enough to let her know he was in
charge.

      
“Say
you are mine.”

      
Sonya
tried to steady her tremors. His possessive hold on her throat had her
enthralled and she couldn't understand why. How could she be so enamored with
him after what he did to her? Why did his control over her excite her so much
even as it scared her? Surely she did not desire to be used and abused by a
fiend? To be treated like his whore and an object?

      
“I
am yours,” she murmured.

      
He
released his hold on her and kissed her neck. “And you know better than to ever
try to leave me, don't you?”

      
His
words frightened her as his mouth sucked her neck and seduced her to submit to
him. She whimpered. “Yes. I won't leave you.”

      
He
pulled back and feathered her pebbled nipples with his fingertips. The fatal
threat in his steamy whisper was unmistakable. “Because I will seriously hurt
you if you ever make that mistake.”

      
Sonya
shuddered, trying not to look as helpless and frightened as she really felt. “I
won't ever leave you, Nimbus.”

      
When
he French kissed her, she was startled by the evil she sensed in him. He may
have clouded her better judgment through the rapturous high of intercourse, but
in the aftermath of nirvana she became dreadfully aware of how deviant and
wicked he really was and she had the awful feeling she hadn't even begun to
scratch the surface of his evil nature. This was only the beginning.

Chapter Five

The Pony

      
Nimbus
was in heaven sleeping next to Sonya and holding her in his arms all night
long. When he awoke the next morning, she looked so peaceful breathing softly
as she dreamed in her sleep. In her dream they were kissing and snuggling with
one another as they had last night after coitus.

      
He
smiled at this and brushed her plump, enticing arm with his fingers as he
listened to her breathe. With her eyes closed and the contented look of
serenity on her face, she looked very much like the angel she was, but he was
too enthralled with her beauty and spunky personality to care that she was a
celestial being whose honor he was hell-bent on soiling.

      
He
made her breakfast while she slept and fed it to her in bed, making her eat
from his hand as she had eaten her supper last night. She seemed bashful as
they ate their breakfast naked in bed together, but he sensed she was relieved
that he wasn't exerting brute force on her as he had the night before.

      
He
fondled her and they rolled in bed together kissing and groping until both were
panting for penetration. It was with great difficulty that Nimbus halted their
foreplay and insisted they dress so as not to be late for the party they were
attending together. He was burning with need for her, but wanted to rile her
passions and cut it short, so she knew he was in control of when and where they
had sex. He intended to take her exquisite ass in front of everyone at the
party today. She would taste the thrill and humiliation of public sex and
exhibition.

      
He
dressed her in the becoming white silk gown with the sheer lace overlay he
bought for her the day before. She looked stunning in the thing and he loved
how it emphasized her natural female form and the empire waist accentuated her
full chest. Sonya appreciated the dress and thanked him for it, but was a
little uncomfortable with the idea of going in public without undergarments
given how silky and thin the dress was.

      
He
was pleased she felt both attractive and humiliated by the revealing gown.
Everyone would be looking at his woman to see if they could catch a glimpse of
her delicate pubic hair through her almost see-through garment. The cool breeze
would harden her nipples when it touched them, giving everyone a taste of the
splendor that was her bosom. A sensual glory he had every intention of
unveiling to them, unbeknownst to his naive little slave.

      
The
provocative carriage ride to Jude's mansion went by far too quickly. Nimbus and
Sonya kissed and groped, leaving their clothes on, but getting one another hot
and ready for a union that never materialized once the driver announced their
arrival to their destination. Sonya's black hair was only slightly mussed and
easily repaired with a minor adjusting of pins. Her lips were puffy and rouged
from all the hard, passionate kisses he lavished on her. His own lips felt hot
and sensitized from her aggressive mouth and he had to smile to himself over
the little siren his angel was slowly but surely becoming, whether she was
aware of the subtle transformation or not.

      
The
party was a sort of welcoming present for her introduction into a life of
slavery and sexual servitude to her master. She became utterly appalled when
she caught wind that this was the reason for the celebration and that she was
the focal point of the party. His humble little slave was meek to a point and
didn't like being the center of attention, but she didn't have a choice. He
promised his friends a show and Sonya needed to know what he required of her:
absolute obedience regardless of the setting and circumstances. He would get it
from her one way or another.

      
“I
thought vampires were unable to set foot in sunlight,” she said.

      
“Sanguinary
vampires burn in direct sunlight. Soul vampires are a little bit different. Do
you like the party Jude has thrown for you?” Nimbus asked.

      
She
looked sheepish. “It is an agreeable party, but perhaps inappropriate in
nature.”

      
He
chuckled. “It is about to get a great deal more explicit. I'm going to have sex
with you, Sonya.”

      
Her
dark eyes widened. “You mean tonight, don't you?”

      
He
smiled at her misguided hope, recognizing the dread of the truth in her
fetching brown eyes. “No, sweet girl, I'm going to take you right here and now
on the lawn in front of my friends.”

      
She
sat on her knees on a blanket by his chair, but inched away a bit in shock.
“Are you insane?”

      
“Lower
your voice and render me the proper deference due unto me before I punish you
for your lack of respect,” he threatened in a low, dangerous tone. He wasn't
playing any games. Her luscious ass was his.

      
“If
I showed you the deference you deserved it would result in a bloody nose and a
sore groin for you, sir,” she snapped.

      
“If
you don't shut up right now I won't use any lubricant and then you will be the
one with a sore ass. Now stand up and take off your dress for me. Show my
friends what a lush, gorgeous body you have.”

      
“No!
I strip for no one!”

      
“I'm
not kidding, Sonya. You have ten seconds to get that dress off before I tear it
off your body and rape you in front of them. If I have to take it off of you
myself, there will be no lubricant in your ass to numb the pain of me
deflowering you there. You might even bleed. Now I know you don't want that.”

      
Her
expression was one of keen humiliation and misery as she stood and unveiled
herself before their lecherous eyes. She laid the garment on his lap and stood
with her head bowed in shame, face flushing with embarrassment.

      
“Well,
what do you think of my slave?” Nimbus asked.

      
Her
eyes squeezed shut, knowing everybody's focus had shifted entirely to her. Her
promiscuous audience gawked and praised her exotic beauty and potent sexuality.

      
Jude
leaned in toward him. “You look tired, Nimbus. Were you up late last night
fucking?”

      
Nimbus
grinned, knowing poor Sonya could hear his suggestive words. “Yes, quite
aggressively. I'm happy to say that Sonya is no longer a virgin. My sweet,
little angel is a she-devil between the sheets.”

      
The
audience cheered and whistled, making Sonya blush as her hands shook violently.
Unable to endure the humiliation any further, she took off.

      
Nimbus
was surprised by her gall, but determined to get even with his rebellious
slave.

      
The
guards caught her and dragged her back.

      
“What
a naughty little slave you have there, Nimbus. Perhaps we should punish her, or
will defiling her in front of everyone do the trick?” Jude taunted.

      
Nimbus
bore into Sonya with his iron gaze of displeasure over her insubordination, but
she knew better than to meet his punishing glare. “Yes. I think your slave
girls should play with her first.”

      
Jude
was beaming. “What an excellent idea. Bitches.”

      
The
two naked slave women approached him with their bald heads bowed. “Yes, master?”

      
“Play
with the property of my good friend, Nimbus. While you are at it you might sit
on her face and have her lick your delightful pussy while the other plays with
her breasts,” Jude suggested. He turned to Nimbus, “If that is all right with
you?”

      
Nimbus
nodded. “Of course. My slave still believes herself to be worthy of heaven's
courts and considers herself too high and mighty for sexual immorality.”

      
“Well
we can't have that. We shall prove her wrong.” Jude returned gleefully, “Get to
it you good for nothing whores. Make your loving father proud.”

      
Nimbus
looked at him curiously. “Loving father?”

      
Jude
grinned. “I like to refer to myself that way sometimes. It messes with their
heads.”

      
The
guards pushed Sonya onto her back in the grass and the two slave women gathered
around her. One straddled her face so her pussy touched Sonya's lips and the
other sat to the side of Sonya and played with her breasts while Sonya was
forced to lick the other woman's snatch.

      
The
sight made Nimbus unbelievably hard. His woman was tonguing another woman to
orgasm and breathing heavily as another woman massaged and suckled her tits.
The woman sitting on Sonya's face had the word
Hope
engraved into her forehead and the other slave's forehead
said:
Less,
which he found an amusing
form of mind control on Jude's part.

      
Hope
shook and moaned as Sonya licked her to orgasm and she came all over her face,
forcing Sonya to drink up her nectar while Less made sure Sonya's breasts were
pouting under her seductive ministrations.

      
The
men clapped and the women stood and helped Sonya up. It looked like Hope
whispered an apology in her ear and Less rubbed her arm in consolation. The
slaves were forgetting their place. It was not their duty to comfort Sonya when
her master decided to discipline her. He was the only one who would render her
sympathy and only when she behaved herself and earned it. Nimbus whispered his
observations into Jude's ear, knowing full well his slaves' audacity would piss
him off.

      
“Bitches,
you shall indulge your father's theory,” Jude told them.

      
“What
theory, Papa?” They looked nervous and they had every right to be.

      
“Nimbus
doesn't believe a three-way kiss to be possible, but I say it is. Let us prove
him wrong. I want you three women to kiss each other simultaneously.”

      
They
all practically turned scarlet, but complied with his obscene wishes. The three
women drew near each other, their breasts squishing together in a carnal
embrace as their lips communed and their tongues flicked at each other. The men
drew in a circle around them to better examine the lewd French kiss the girls
were attempting to share between the three of them. They finally got to the
point where their tongues were simultaneously joined and moving in and out of
each others' mouths awkwardly, but effectively. The men reseated themselves and
clapped at their lascivious performance.

      
“Well
done, my wayward, little harlots,” Jude praised. “You made your father so proud
and hard for you.”

      
The
girls blushed at his explicit reference to his anatomy and from the way Jude
referred to himself, Nimbus sensed.

      
“Let's
see them all masturbate,” one of the male's blurted.

      
“What
a fantastic suggestion. Show them, wenches. Show them your bedroom faces,” Jude
ordered.

      
Hope
and Less got right to it, keeping their heads down. Nimbus wasn't sure if Sonya
was waiting for his order in particular or if she was simply being obstinate.
“Touch yourself, Sonya, now.”

      
She
closed her eyes with a shaky sigh and masturbated like the other two girls.

      
“Let
us hear your sounds. You do make such provocative sounds when your father
touches you, don't you, girls?” Jude coaxed.

      
“Yes,
Papa.” The two women came before Sonya and were quite verbal in their abandon.

      
She
came slightly during their release, but as convincing as her little act was to
everyone else, Nimbus knew she faked it. He would still lube her ass before he
screwed her simply because he didn't want her to bleed, but he intended to
punish her for her deception right afterward. Perhaps being treated like the
play thing she was would make her think twice about faking an orgasm again,
even in public.

      
Jude
clapped. “Come here, bitches. One of you may suck your father's cock and the
other may play with your father's balls. What do you say?”

      
“Thank
you, Papa.” The girls knelt before him and unfastened his pants so they could
pleasure him with their mouths as he directed.

      
“Would
you stop referring to yourself as their father?” Sonya blurted in apparent
revulsion. “You are not their father! Is the act of immorality not perverse
enough that you have to make it even more disgusting than it already is?”

      
Jude
glared at her. “How dare you!”