Authors: Zoey Marcel
Sonya
moaned despite her humiliation. She didn't know which was more disturbing: to
be forced to clean his cock off after it had been in another cunt, or that she
found the taste of Demornae's fluid on him intoxicating. She was being violated
and it thrilled her endlessly for some unknown reason.
Nimbus
played with her hair, groaning at the vigorous way she sucked him. He had to
know she was doubling her efforts to outdo Demornae. He had better like the way
she performed fellatio better. Sonya would make damned sure of it.
He
pulled out and coerced his way into the liquid heat of her pussy. They gasped
as he gently took her, face romantic and attentive. Sonya stroked his strong
arms, whimpering over the way he pulled out so that only the tip of his rod
remained before slamming back into her. Her hips rose to meet her conqueror,
absorbing his deliberate thrusts.
She
whined in protest when he pulled out and began screwing Demornae again, this
time on top of her. He didn't kiss her, although he had allowed her to initiate
a kiss a while ago. Was he keeping that between him and Sonya? She hoped so.
After
a few seconds Nimbus disengaged and reentered Sonya. His cock was wet with
another woman's juices and he forced them inside of her, demanding she accept
his promiscuity and authority over her. His erection had been in another cunt
and now it pounded into hers, taking his pleasure indiscriminately, like an
animal without soul or conscience. Sonya could do nothing to stop him, because
she was no longer in control of herself. He had absolute control of her. A
power over her she couldn't understand or fight.
He
seemed close to losing it as he took her faster and harder. She loved his
sounds and facial expressions when the end was near. She couldn't take her eyes
off of his.
“Bring
her, Demornae,” he rasped, “make her lose control. I want her sweet pussy to
suck my cock. Be careful when you drink from her.”
Demornae
cut Sonya's arm with a small knife and began sucking her blood while she
tickled her clitoris. Sonya gasped in alarm and desire as she felt blood
leaving her body as a rush of electric energy and volcanic heat descended to
her twat. She wailed in ecstasy when her orgasm washed over her in a sea of
ripples that overcame her writhing body.
Nimbus
grunted at the fierce way her cunt squeezed his appendage and stole the last
threads of his control from him. He cried out as he jabbed into her and sprayed
his seed into her receptive womb. After a bit of panting he told Demornae to
stop drinking from her. She seemed reluctant to stop, but acquiesced with a
sigh.
“You
have delicious blood, my dear, so sweet and decadent.” Demornae had blood
trickling from the corner of her mouth. She plunged her tongue into Sonya's
mouth and spread the sweet, metallic flavor of her own blood all over her taste
buds.
Sonya
gasped at the forbidden taste and struggled a moment before she felt Demornae's
hands holding her down. Nimbus held her legs in place and licked her cunt
clean. She mewled into the woman’s mouth, accepting the taboo offering of blood
as she pushed her cleft deeper into the mouth of her controlling master.
“I
see you have been broken enough to watch your master have sex with other women.
Good for you, pet.” Demornae played with her hair, smiling when her eyes closed
from the tender stimulation, “Your master has a right to take pleasure with
anyone he wishes and it behooves you to see that he gets it. That was very
naughty and ungrateful of you to runaway like you did. Do you know what happens
to bad slaves who flee from their masters and mistresses?”
“No.”
“I
will let Nimbus enlighten you. He is good to you. How many men would share
their woman with another man or several at once?”
Her
eyes widened in shock.
Demornae
grinned. “You haven't been introduced to the euphoria of being used by a group
of men at the same time, have you?”
“No!”
“She
will,” Nimbus promised. “You are going to be raped by several friends of mine
at once. Whether you consider it a reward or a punishment is your own affair.
It shall bring me a great deal of pleasure.”
The
idea, although intimidating, made her mons swell with need.
Demornae
stood and redressed. “Now when you say several of your friends will be involved
in this, do you mean five, or were you thinking more?”
He
wore an evil smile. “I think twenty is a good number. Would you like that,
whore?”
Sonya
blushed. “I shouldn't.”
He
laughed heartlessly at this. “But you will, because I require it and you don't
have a choice. You will be fucked by twenty demons in the same night.”
She
gasped in horror. “Not demons!”
“Yes,
demons,” he growled. “You may as well join your body to what you will eventually
become if you please me.”
“I
can't, Nimbus, please!” She pleaded desperately, though curiosity plagued her
to near insanity. Her body quivered in fear over his unspeakable suggestion and
the way he glared at her objection.
Demornae
walked toward the door. “Are you going to introduce her to the Seven
Debaucheries?”
Nimbus
stared Sonya down until she averted her eyes in shame. “Of course, she needs to
be reminded of the object she is.”
“That
is the ultimate way of making a woman feel like an objectified whore,” Demornae
agreed, “Which is why I shall never participate in it, though it is a delight
to watch.”
Sonya
gulped nervously. “What are the Seven Debaucheries?”
“It's
a sexual position in which a good deal of men are involved simultaneously with
one woman, no taking turns,” Demornae explained.
She
gasped. “How is that possible?”
“You
will see,” Nimbus replied dryly.
Demornae
thanked them for the gratification and left.
He
pulled Sonya to her feet. “Redress me.”
She
was happy to oblige, but scared to death about the depraved possibilities this
Seven Debaucheries posed.
He
grabbed her dress, but kept her nude. “Do you know where I'm taking you?”
Jude
came into the stable. “I brought the carriage. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Nimbus led Sonya to a boxed carriage made of steel or some other metal. The
carriage looked like ones prisoners were transported in.
Her
spirit fell. “Where are you taking me?”
“Get
in and I will tell you,” there was something dreadfully sinister in his tone.
She
climbed in and sat on the hard seat, thankful when Nimbus tossed the blanket in
with her.
“I'm
taking you to the underworld.”
“No!
Wait! Please!” She screamed, lunging for the door as it slammed shut and
locked. The underworld was where the demons and other unholy creatures lived.
No angels went there. No one would come for her once she was trapped inside
that dark, hopeless kingdom and she would never be able to escape such a well
guarded prison.
Jude
read her mind. His countenance looked crafty from what she could see of him
peeking in at her through the tiny window. “My dear slave, I do believe that is
the point.”
Chapter Seven
The Underworld
Nimbus
kept Sonya in the dungeon in perfect isolation, extracting her only to hitch
her to a plow so she could break up the soil for the gardens and orchards some
of his cloven-hoofed friends seemed intent on planting for food. She remained
reticent during all of this and obeyed him down to the letter with neither
question, nor complaint. She was complacent like he wanted, but her withdrawal
irked him. He wanted more from her, needed it more than the incubus in him
required sexual energy for optimum health and sustenance.
He
hadn't slept with her since that day he took her and Demornae in the stable
before they came down here to the underworld. There had been too much despair
in Sonya's eyes over his recent treatment of her. She felt more than she was
letting on and Nimbus knew it. He had felt too much coming together with her
again. He used to be better at hiding it, conveying only his animal lust for
her, but this last time when it was critical he withhold any kindness from her
to put her in her place, he felt an unknown force pulling him toward her,
something stoking the fires of a passion that ran more than skin-deep. This
wasn't about instincts, or sustenance. This was something unreachable to the
ravages of time and distance, something untouchable to any other living
creature. Something singular between him and Sonya.
He
could claim her against her will; make her his blood mate and a succubus. The
bond that would be forged between them through the binding act would be too
strong for her to fight. She would come to accept that they were fated to be
together for eternity. She would be forced to worship him with her last breath.
She would choose to burn with him forever rather than live a day without him.
But that was exactly what he would have to do – force her. The blind allegiance
she would give him after being mated to him would be worthless and insincere if
she hadn't already given him her love before he turned her. Damn her.
Nimbus
had some of the female demons wash and dress Sonya for the banquet they were
having that night. Once they had her dressed and adorned they left her alone
with him. She looked utterly stunning in her red dress with her hair pinned up
into a loose chignon and black ringlets framing the side of her head. He stuck
two unopened red rose buds in her hair atop the curls.
“Is
there a ball?” she asked.
“You
might say that. We are having a banquet. You are the entertainment.”
Her
eyes became bitter, but there was no pain in them, only a weariness that gave
her the affectation of someone who had lived longer than they wished to. “Am I
to be stripped and humiliated?”
He
brought a golden chalice up to her lips. “Drink this.”
“Is
it poisoned?”
He
ought to spank her for sassing him, but the sorrow she was holding inside kept
him from doing so. “No. It's only wine. Now drink.”
She
downed the contents like there was no tomorrow, or wine was soon to be
outlawed. “What is it I am to do in order to entertain?”
“Dance.”
She
raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “In this dress?”
He
kept his smile hidden. “Until you take it off. That is why you weren't given
undergarments to wear beneath it. That way it would be easier for you to
strip.”
“Is
the entire underworld to be there?”
“No.
This is a relatively small affair, only a few of my friends – about twenty.”
“What
are you going to do with me if I conceive from all the intercourse?”
“You
won't. I had an infertility spell placed on you temporarily. However, if you
desire to have a child the spell can be reversed through the mating ritual.”
Nimbus hoped he didn't sound as enthusiastic as he felt.
She
stiffened. “That was considerate of you.”
“If
by chance you did conceive I would raise the baby with you,” he murmured,
tracing the smooth, copper skin of her plump arm.
“Do
you not recall the Nephilim and the flood? Do you not suppose a demon-human
hybrid would bring about a worse form of destruction?”
“This
is precisely why incubi withdraw when copulating with human women. The few
rebels that choose to breed with women are calling down the thunder, I
suppose.” He lifted her chin, enforcing eye contact between them, “You are a
fallen angel, Sonya. Any false piety you are holding onto is merely pride and
self deception. There is no reward in heaven for those things, only damnation.”
Her
eyes closed in misery.
“Let's
go. You have guests to entertain.” He led her into one of the banquet halls
where twenty of his friends were seated and dining at a long, rectangular
table.
She
faltered when she saw the gathering. “They look human.”
“They're
not.”
“They
won't touch me?”
“You
know they will.” Nimbus lightly ushered her out into the open before the
audience who clapped and cheered when they saw her. He seated himself as a few
trolls nearby played various instruments. There were drums, a flute, a violin
and a piano forte. He wouldn't have thought they would work together so well,
but somehow the melody harmonized brilliantly. That was the reason he chose the
combination of instruments, because some claimed they would be a chaotic mess
together, but he was determined that they were meant to be heard as one
voice...as he and Sonya were regardless of the opposing kingdoms they once
belonged to.
She
looked as though the music spoke to her. Nimbus hoped she liked it because it
was a piece he wrote for her years ago. It had become sort of an anthem for a
few of the lovers here, but she was the one it was intended for.
One
glass of wine would hardly plunge her into drunkenness, but being a temperance
woman, it should at least relax her enough to be able to perform without
vomiting like she seemed about to when she first saw the crowd.
Sonya
had been well taught by the succubi these past few weeks. They taught her to
dance in a seductive manner, but didn't mention that she would be doing so
before an audience tonight. She made a sultry figure swaying to the
otherworldly beat of the drums and twirling like a striking vision to the soft,
moving tone of the piano. Her expression was one of true neutrality, but her
indifference was hypnotic as the violin cried out in anguish, exposing the
haunted soul it truly was. The mournful voice of the flute wept softly at love
lost, or perhaps merely in sexual torment over the way Sonya fondled and
touched her own body.
The
air was polluted with lust as the voyeurs burned with the primitive urges
compelling them and the enticing display before them. The energy fed Nimbus,
who was drained from weeks of abstinence save for masturbation. While sex fed
him, he hadn't desired it as badly as normal since dragging Sonya down here.
Her crushed spirit was bringing him down rather than appealing to the devil in
him.
A
few whistles and cheers from his comrades once she began sliding her
elbow-length gloves off slowly while she danced and again when she undid her
dress. She took her damned sweet time about getting it off. Nervousness may
have been the culprit there, but his friends mistook it for playful teasing and
were driven wild by her tempting prowess.
Nimbus
thought he saw her glance over at him from the corner of her eye when she
rolled her nipple between her fingers and gaped over the pleasure with her eyes
closed. His cock hardened. Now she was being a tease. He wasn't even planning
on taking her tonight, not until she begged him. He had every intention of
watching the show she and his friends put on. However, seeing her touch herself
made him want to recant that decision, but he must be strong.
Her
hand slid down to her cleft and she parted it revealing the sheen of desire
glistening in her folds. She rubbed her clit and swayed her hips. Nimbus nearly
came from the sight of it. He must be strong, he must be strong. She plunged a
finger into her cunt and groaned loudly, deliberately. Damn her.
The
males cheered and some began stripping. Sonya sauntered over to the chair
Nimbus sat in and climbed onto his lap. He wasn't sure if she was trying to get
even with him by getting him riled, or simply trying to entice him into bed
with her. Her dark brown eyes sang of vendetta and conquest as she ground her
saturated crotch against his growing package and dragged her breasts up his
body. He stifled a moan and gave her a reproving glare even as he smiled in
approval. She was being dreadfully naughty.
His
heart slammed into his ribcage when she grabbed the bulge in his breeches and
squeezed. She pulled his erection out and ripped open his shirt. That was just
her being an ass. When she dragged her tongue up the underbelly of his shaft,
his ripped abs and on up to his muscular chest, well that was her being an
angel, or a she-devil depending on how one looked at it. The rush of her near
him and touching him again was magnificent.
“Are
you losing your control, master,” she whispered.
Nimbus
glared at her. He was about to explode with rapture from her wanton tongue, but
he must stay in control. So she decided to taunt him? Was she hoping for a
spanking, or to be fucked senseless? He could accommodate. She would find that
he too could be a tease when he wanted to be. He would get even with his
taunting little slave.
He
knocked her to the ground and hovered over her. Sonya gasped, her full chest
heaving with anticipation. He was strongly tempted to take her right then and
there in front of these voyeurs, but that would be giving into her. Who was the
master and who was the slave? He would remind her.
He
coated his fingers in the lubricant with him and smeared the cream in her
pussy. She was soaked enough and sighing with bliss as he prepared her, but she
had no idea what was coming. How completely she would be stretched and filled
tonight. He coated his fingers again and worked the lubricant into her anus,
swearing under his breath at the way she rode his digits and fucked herself on
them.
She
gave him the faintest of smiles and the love light in her eyes made his heart
clench. He suddenly wished they were alone together making love slowly instead
of being exhibited in this banquet hall on the floor in front of his horny
friends. He wanted to kiss her badly, but he stood and backed away.
She
whined in protest and he felt a small sense of power at having aroused her and
denied her as she had tried to do with him. He won and the way her fetching
eyes narrowed at his defrauding of her made him want to laugh. She was such a
sassy little thing.
She
looked panicked when six of the men gathered around her at once. “Oh.”
Nimbus
grinned. She was adorable and probably wondering where the seventh was. She
would find out soon enough.
Two
of the men reclined on their backs on the floor and Sonya was lowered onto them
as they coaxed her to put their cocks inside of her. They held the roots for
stability while they entered her snatch. Nimbus had given specific instructions
to the men before this event. Only the tips of their cocks were to enter her
during these dual penetrations so as not to injure her tight orifices. They
were also not to shift into their true forms while coupling with her. Being
human, she would be unable to take their tools in their other form and he
didn't want them hurting her. When she became one of them, she would be capable
of having sex with them in that form without sustaining injury. In fact, a
wealth of filthy pleasure would be waiting for her once she became capable of
opening her body to something so large.
Sonya
trembled when she was gently pushed forward on her palms while two men
straddled the legs of the reclining men. They lifted her gently so she was only
on her knees now as they entered her ass from behind with only the tips of
their erections. The men each gave a thrust, working together with the other
man occupying the same hole and against the pair in the opposing orifice. They
asked if she was all right. She nodded with a look of intense pain and pleasure
written on her face. Two men stood in front of her brushing her face with their
rigid lengths. She gasped in fright.