Broken Halo (6 page)

      
Demornae
seemed pleased by her gratitude as she set the glass on the table and knelt
beside her again. “What a polite prisoner to be so kind to her captors. If you
are thankful for a glass of water, I imagine you will be positively weeping
with delight when you taste of carnal gratification.”

      
Sonya
flinched when Demornae ran a palm down the length of her body. Her touch felt
both soothing and invasive at once, but there was nothing she could do to
escape it since she was fettered in these chains. “What will he do to me?”

      
“Whatever
he wants. You have fantastic breasts by the way.” Like Jude, Demornae's hands
were cold as they enclosed over her tits, “They are at least as large as mine,
if not bigger. I can't even cover them with my hands. Does this feel good,
Sonya? Do you like having your breasts played with?”

      
Sonya
winced at the defiled sensation the woman's hands provoked on her skin as she
massaged her bosom as though they were lovers. She stifled a gasp as Demornae
rolled the nipples between her thumb and index finger, evoking a wealth of
pleasure that sent a spark of electricity down to her cunt.

      
Demornae's
eyes flashed and suddenly became cold and unfeeling as she pinched her tit and
twisted it into a burning pain. “I asked you a question, slave. It would
behoove you to answer it.”

      
Sonya
yelped at the pressure and thought of nothing but relieving it. “No.”

      
Demornae
released her bosom. “I think you are lying. I would punish you for it, but
deception means you are learning to become one of us, so I will overlook it
this time.”

      
Sonya
panicked at her words. “I'm not one of you. It felt nice, but I don't want you
to touch them.”

      
She
smiled wickedly. “That wasn't so hard to admit, was it? Jude was commanding and
forceful with you. I want to show you the gentle, loving touch of a woman. Your
first time should be slow and intimate to relieve your nervousness and gain
your trust.”

      
Sonya
trembled as much as her confinement permitted her. “What are you doing?”

      
Demornae's
head lowered and her mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Sonya jerked
against the restraints like a madwoman as the vampire suckled her tit like a
decadent truffle. Her wrists were bound behind her, making her even more
uncomfortable when she struggled, since it meant the metal ground into her skin
and pinched it.

      
Demornae
moaned against her breast tissue while she sucked. The erotic sound sent a wave
of heat over Sonya. The sound, like this bonding act, was very private and it
did things to her body. Wonderful, terrible things it shouldn't be doing. “Oh,
please stop! We shouldn't be doing this! It is three different sins being
committed simultaneously!”

      
Demornae
threw a palm over her mouth to silence her. Sonya mewed in protest and then in
desperation when her body responded by heating up even more over being forcibly
silenced.

      
Demornae's
tongue lashed at her chest, leaving no place untouched by her skill. Sonya's right
breast felt tight and swollen now that Demornae had abandoned it. The nipple
was pointed and prominent like a salacious mountain, bold and unashamed of its
naughty appearance. The skin was wet from the saliva coating it and the morning
air felt cool on the sensitive flesh. The woman's mouth was on her other tit
now, determined to make it as heavy and affected as its overcome twin was.

      
Sonya
flailed when she felt a long, slender finger stroking her clitoris. She
shrieked into her hand and wailed when Demornae slapped her pussy as a penalty
for her struggling.

      
“Hush
now. We know you like this. Your quim is getting damp. You would be wise to be
good to me, considering I'm the closest thing to mercy you will ever receive
from now on.”

      
Her
words brought despair as equally as they nurtured a sudden dependency and need.
Jude was cruel and Sonya had a feeling any other man would be just as brutal
and unfeeling if they got their greedy hands on her. Demornae was tender and
soothing like a balm on a wound. She would be good to her and give her comfort.

      
Sonya
couldn't believe what just happened. For a few fleeting seconds she put her
trust in Demornae – a vampire. The cunning trick had worked. No. It would never
work. These demons would never prevail.

      
She
fought against the delicious fire that crackled in her clit and set her pussy
ablaze with molten heat. She must not climax from a woman's touch - from a
vampire's caress. She gnawed on the woman's hand, but couldn't get a good hold
on it.

      
Demornae
nipped at her breast with her teeth and brought her palm down onto her mons
again.

Sonya's scream of pain melted into a cry of
ecstasy. The pleasure-pain the strike evoked was shocking and very stirring.

      
Demornae's
tongue snaked downward in a spiral of seduction to her navel. She traced a
slick circle around it before wiggling her tongue in her bellybutton. Sonya
bucked and let out a squeal. The contact tickled. Demornae smiled at this and
paid homage to her body in a series of delicate kisses on her belly and nips at
the skin on her waist.

      
Sonya
panted and fought to stay in control. She struggled for understanding in all of
this. Why did Jude kidnap her specifically? Why was her body responding to
Demornae's touch like a brazen hussy?

      
Demornae
moved the chains aside whenever they tried to inhibit the assault of kisses she
lavished on her defeated body. Sonya tensed, going breathless when the woman's
lips journeyed down her inner thigh. She knew where this was going and it
couldn't, it mustn't. “Please don't.”

      
“One
more protest out of you and I will delve you a bite that will change you
forever,” Demornae threatened.

      
Sonya
snapped her mouth shut and lay back as the woman parted her labia.

      
“I'm
glad I get to be the first to taste you; the one to wash away the blood of your
purity.”

      
She
stiffened. Not only was this wrong, but also quite dangerous. Once Demornae
tasted her blood there was a good chance she wouldn't be able to stop.

      
Sonya
let out a savage gasp and arched her back when she felt the cool tongue swipe
through her creamy vulva. It was so gentle and wet, so thorough and intimate.

      
“Oh
Sonya, you taste so good, so sweet and innocent.”

      
Sonya
whimpered when Demornae dragged her tongue up to her swollen, pulsing bud and
jabbed a finger into her twat. She loved on her clit, sucking and licking it as
though it was her mouth. Her fingers thrust in her cunt, mimicking the penis
Jude had threatened to shove up there.

      
Sonya
became bombarded by feelings of violation and desire. These mixed emotions
confused her, left her ashamed, scared and strangely aroused. The slurping
noise when Demornae's mouth retreated from her clit sounded wet and dirty. She
felt like a whore lying naked with her legs spread to another woman's will. Her
pussy was soaked with need and saliva. This knowledge made her feel used and
disgraced, yet her body blazed with lust, lacking the guilt her conscience was
currently racked with.

      
“Would
you like to finish, Sonya?” Demornae asked.

      
Sonya
longed to know what an orgasm felt like. She had to know. She had to stop this.
“No, thank you.”

      
Her
grin exposed the vixen within. “Oh, I insist.”

      
She
buried her face in Sonya's bush again and pumped her fingers faster inside her
while she laved her bulging nub. Her senses heightened the more the vampire
licked her. Beads of either sweat or her nectar trickled down her leg. It was
probably both fluids fusing together. Her body was burning up and she grew
dreadfully horny in spite of her shame and disgust with both herself and her
temptress.

      
Where
her heart fought the sensuality, an invisible wall of resistance was knocked
down in the treacherous region of her snatch. A flood of volcanic heat erupted
in her pussy as bolts of electricity ignited in her bud of nerves. She gasped
in shock when her orgasm hit and she was showered with wave upon wave of
ecstasy. Her cunt squeezed the digits positioned inside of her and soaked them
with the juices of her release.

      
“Oh,
gosh! Demornae...stop!” She moaned as the impact of her climax took her breath
away. With her eyes closed, an image of Nimbus flashed in her mind. Her eyes
flew open and she blushed in shame at having fantasized about the monster while
a woman touched her. That was the other thing – a woman touched her. A vampire
kissed her and brought her physical satisfaction. What had she done? She was
utterly damned now.

      
Demornae
seemed as pleased by her release as she was. Her fingers trailed up and down
Sonya's body, making her quiver as the aftershocks of her climax sent tiny
tremors of completion through her overcome body.

      
“Beautiful.
Now let's get you unchained and washed before he gets back. I should warn you
ahead of time that if you try to escape I will break your other wing and if
that fails to teach you, then I will make you undead like me. Are we clear?”
Her cold eyes waited for a reply.

      
Sonya
nodded.

      
Demornae
glowered at her and slapped her mound.

      
She
yelped in pain and then groaned at the sparks buzzing on her clit from the
blow. How could pain become pleasure? How could fear become desire? Was it
possible for such negative emotions to evolve into such wondrous sensations?
Could pain and fear be an aphrodisiac? She prayed not. Pleasure was difficult
enough to contend with.

      
“You
will address me as either mistress or Demornae. I don't really care which so long
as you render me the proper respect due to me.”

      
Frankly,
Sonya didn't perceive how an undead creature that was damned deserved any
respect, but she had the good sense not to say this. “Yes, Demornae.”

Chapter Four

Object

      
After
a bath, Sonya was dried off and adorned with the intimate apparel Jude brought
back with him for her to wear. It was only some silk drawers and a corset.
Unfortunately it wasn't one of the newer ones that were only half stays. This
was one of the old fashioned ones that sucked the life out of its wearer.

      
He
asked if she could breathe, but when she told him yes, he ordered Demornae to
make the laces even tighter. Sonya held her tongue while the corset was
tightened so her well-endowed breasts were pushed inward and upward, unlike the
modern stays which were more cup-like and merely lifted and supported the bosom
while the busk separated them for a heaving look.

      
She
entertained thoughts of strangling the sadistic monster who took pleasure in
her discomfort and near suffocating confinement in the constricting garment.
The bastard wasn't even gracious enough to provide her with a shift to wear
beneath it as was customary. Likely to enhance her discomfort and reveal more
of her skin to his lecherous eyes.

      
Demornae
left and Jude commanded Sonya to clean the mansion. She smirked and told him to
go to hell, which he failed to find as humorous as she did and took to
strangling her until she agreed to obey him. Although she found it demeaning
cleaning a house simply because the brute ordered her to, she was grateful for
the distraction it provided her with as she tried desperately to contrive a
plan of escape.

      
The
pervert sat in a chair ogling her with the steely quality of his intense eyes.
The bulge in his britches became more and more noticeable as he continued to
watch her while she worked. He eventually took to rubbing the material over the
length, groaning softly as he felt her entire body with his eyes.

      
She
wanted to retch on him, but figured that would not be conducive to the continuity
of breathing, so she decided against it. She was alarmed to see the tent in his
breeches becoming more defined beneath his stroking. The thing seemed to be
coming to life under his lewd ministrations and she half expected it to jump
out of its confinement and snarl at her. God forbid.

      
“Take
off your drawers, Sonya,” he calmly ordered her.

      
Her
heart was in her throat. She had no intention of joining her body to his. “No.”

      
His
pale-blue eyes narrowed. “Come here, slave.”

      
“I
said no. If you want to kill me, then do so and spare us both the aggravation
of keeping company with one another.”

      
Jude
stood – to decapitate her no doubt. His gait spoke of power and confidence. His
countenance was that of a hunter out for blood - her blood.

      
Sonya
stood her ground, wavering only when he backhanded her.

      
His
tone was a thin sheet of ice, threatening to break at any minute. “If you had
half of a brain you would realize that you damned yourself the minute you gave
your body and soul over to me. If I kill you where do you suppose you would end
up?”

      
Her
face fell. She had forced the truth from her mind endlessly since last night
because it was simply too much to bear. She wished he wouldn't throw it up into
her face like an obnoxious little troll. Well, he wasn't exactly little. He
towered over her by a good seven inches.

      
He
hooked his finger under her chin and angled her face upward so her eyes met
his. His touch made her shudder with dread and left her feeling defiled and
vulnerable.

      
“Your
conscience may be in hell right now, but your soul is liberated. Your body is a
free agent in a promiscuous playground. You have it good right now, Sonya.
Enjoy it, because the real hell is coming and I don't mean the one after death.
I'm talking about the perdition of your punishment and training.” Why did he
have to look so excited when he said it? He took her hand in his. His eyes were
brimming with sin and decadence. “Come,” he whispered.

      
Sonya
shivered at the look in his eyes. There was so much darkness in them, so much lust.
She glanced down at their joined hands. She was holding hands with a soul
devourer – a demon. She tried to pull free of his grip, but he yanked her down
onto his lap so her stomach and crotch rested across his thighs. His hand came
down hard and ruthless on her buttocks. The son of a bitch was spanking her.

      
She
had witnessed children being disciplined this way and even some spouses using
this form of penalty as part of their foreplay in the bedroom, but never had
she received one from anybody. It wasn't intolerable, but it wasn't exactly
painless either. His strikes were deliberate and vicious, singing of his anger
with her conduct and his quest to control and dominate her. He would never win.
She wouldn't let him. She despised him.

      
The
globes of her ass grew hot and sensitive from the abuse. The corset made it
difficult to breathe normally in this position, so she endeavored to suppress
her indignation over his gall in order to get this over with, though it irked
her immensely.

      
“Do
you feel the pain in your ass, you bitch? The way it heats up at my command?
You are a pain in my ass and you fuel my anger this way. If you had only
listened I would be compromising your honor right now, but instead you leave me
no choice but to punish you. You are a bad slave, Sonya.”

      
She
truly meant to keep her mouth shut, but his taunting turned her irate. “Let me
go!”

      
He
ceased the spanking only to draw her laces tighter. She yelped at the sudden
jerking on her stays and the way more air was forced from her lungs until
breathing became next to impossible.

      
“I
can't breathe,” she managed to choke out.

      
“Aw,
now that is a problem, isn't it? And only a second ago you thought a spanking
was the end of the world. But then what happened?” He swatted her fanny,
demanding her answer.

      
“You
took my breath away,” Sonya gasped. She meant it in a literal sense, but the
way his cock hardened and thickened beneath her told her he chose to interpret
it in a sexual way.

      
“It
got worse, didn't it? Didn't I tell you it would? For example, I could be in my
other form right now instead of graciously hiding in this shell to keep from
scaring you senseless, but I'm not. I'm being merciful to you.”

      
She
snorted. “You know nothing of mercy and I'm not afraid of you.”

      
She
froze, eyes widening in trepidation when she saw a tail swinging slowly in a
rhythmic dance from behind his chair. He was starting to shift.

      
“Are
you afraid now, Sonya? Does the thought of mating with me in my demonic form
frighten you, or does it entice you? Because I can switch over if you find that
arousing.”

      
“Please
don't.”

      
“Then
you agree I'm being merciful?”

      
She
sighed in exasperation, though the stays were equally responsible for sucking
the air from her lungs. “Yes.”

      
He
jerked the laces tighter and slapped her ass again. It was difficult to
determine which the greater cause of suffering was: the hellish fire flaring on
her battered rump, or the loss of the ability to breathe.

      
“Jude,
I...can't breathe.”

      
“If
I am unmerciful then why should I give a damn?”

      
“You
are merciful.” She whined in protest when he drew the laces tighter still. If
he persisted in cutting off her air supply she would pass out, “Please...stop.”

      
“Are
you begging?” He taunted, sliding her drawers down to expose her tenderized
bottom.

      
The
humiliation of the exposure was drowned out in the frantic need to survive.
“Yes.”

      
“And
why do you suppose begging will prove affective?”

      
His
fingers gently brushed her flaming globes. The light contact was a strange,
soothing kind of pain in the aftermath of her spanking.

      
“You...are...merciful.”
She couldn't talk, nor could she feel any air filling her lungs when she
inhaled.

      
“You
see now the power I have over you - the power to take your life, or spare it -
the power to alter your beliefs in a moment of weakness - the power to deny air
to your lungs when you need it most - the power to make you beg - the power to
make a fallen angel call a demon her master. Do you see this power I have over
you, Sonya? Do you deny it?”

      
She
couldn't even hear her own gasp when he yanked on her stays. The infuriating
words were lost in the haze of adrenaline. Nothing mattered but getting his
hands off her and loosening her stays so she could breathe again. “Yes.”

      
Something
shoved inside her asshole. It felt like a finger wiggling up there, but she was
too scared and helpless to identify and fight it.

      
“You
deny it?”

      
“No.
I accept it.” Her vision grew fuzzy and dark.

      
All
of a sudden she felt his hand ripping at the knot and loosening her stays. A
rush of air flooded her lungs in a cool, brutal gust once the corset was loose
enough for her lungs to expand again. Jude removed it, lifted her out of her
drawers and lowered her onto the floor on her back. She was only half aware of
him undoing his breeches and pulling out his member.

      
“Eyes
on my hands, slave. Watch me pleasure myself.” He worked the shaft up and down,
making it swell in his grasp as his other hand rubbed his balls.

      
The
provocative sight was intriguing and appalling at the same time from her
position on the floor beneath him. When he was close to losing it, he straddled
her and his goods hovered only inches from her face. His face contorted with
erotic pleasure and his hedonistic outcry filled her ears as he came. She
closed her eyes knowing what he intended to do with his semen. In accordance
with her theory, he ejaculated on her face. Once he caught his breath, his
powerful eyes singed hers with a dark, sensual knowledge.

      
“I
want you to smear my seed all over your face and breasts. Run it through your
hair as well,” he ordered.

      
The
idea sounded revolting, but his former threat on her life was still fresh in
her mind and induced her to act. She coated her fingers in his cum and splayed
them through her hair.

      
His
eyes sizzled as she smeared his creamy release all over her breasts and through
her hair. “You are a shameless little harlot, aren't you?”

      
She
blushed at the insult, but the burning heat in her face seemed to be from more
than just humiliation alone.

      
He
stood with a satisfied smile. “Now get on your hands and knees and crawl over
to that cage.”

      
The
fierce fire in her cheeks drifted down to include her chest in its consumption.
She kept her head lowered, so her hair flopped in her face and she wouldn't
have to look at him as she carried out his orders. How degrading to crawl over
to a bloody cage like an animal, though her debasement was undoubtedly his
intent.

      
“Your
ass is the same luscious shade of red as a cherry,” he proudly informed her,
“There are lovely welts and bruises on it now. Your ass sings of my authority
over you.”

      
She
looked over her shoulder and glowered at him.

      
“Unless
you want your face to suffer the same fate, I advise you get in that cage and
keep your eyes averted and your expression respectful,” he admonished.

      
Sonya
crawled into the cage and he locked it shut. She was trapped and her stomach
growled fiercely, but he didn't show any signs of feeding her.

      
“Look
at you on your hands and knees, your ass blushing scarlet with marks of abuse
and cum all over your face. You aren't unlike a bloody animal at the moment.
And you will only continue to descend in your humanity, I can promise you.”

      
She
shuddered, head dropping in shame. The need to cry was overwhelming, but she
dared not shed a tear in front of this monster, knowing he would only leap at
the chance to prey upon her vulnerability.

      
“I
will wash you in the morning, but for now get some sleep. I want you rested
when Nimbus comes to see you tomorrow.”