Broken Halo: Fallen Angels Trilogy, Book One

by Marcel, Zoey

  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!”

  Nimbus jumped up and approached her swiftly while she was still shouting at Jude. She had barely gotten the words out when Nimbus backhanded her for her disrespectful outburst. The force of the blow knocked her down onto her rear. He flipped her over onto her stomach and held her down while he undid his pants.

  “You are in so much trouble, Sonya. You have no idea,” he growled.

  “Get off me! I hate you!” She yelled as she flailed in vain beneath the ample weight of him.

  He brought his hand down hard onto her buttock, making her cry out in agony, because he spanked her over the still tender welts and bruises from last night's caning.

  “Be quiet!” He hissed, “If you promise to apologize to Jude after I'm done taking you, I will prepare you properly beforehand.”

  “Go to hell!”

  That one pissed him off. She said it flippantly, but he didn't find it so funny. He split her butt cheeks and forced his cock into her crevice.

  She screamed when the tip popped past her anal ring. “Ow! Oh, please stop! It hurts so badly!”

  “It wouldn't if you would just swallow your bloody pride and apologize so your master can lubricate you like he intended.” He lifted her body and moved her slightly so the horny crowd had a profile view of his lady.

  “I'm sorry, Jude,” Sonya bit out as sweetly as possible. She may as well have lopped off the vamp's head.

  Nimbus refrained from laughing at her obvious contempt and lightly swatted her rump. “Say it nicer and I might actually believe you are being sincere.”

  “I'm sorry, Jude.”

  Jude nodded as his slaves sucked him off.

  Nimbus pulled out and lubed Sonya's anus, stretching her with his nimble fingers. She was breathing heavily and clawing into the soil with her fingernails from the frustration of being exposed publicly and also the pain of being stretched anally, he guessed. When he could tell she was lubed enough and about as relaxed as he was able to get her under the awkward circumstances, he aligned his tool and eased in slowly.

  “Relax your muscles and push out so it doesn't hurt as badly,” he cooed, fighting to stay in control as the slick heat of her tight passage burned his stiff cock. He couldn't remember an ass being so snug and deliciously hot.

  “You do realize this was not an orifice God intended for penetration?” She murmured breathlessly.

  “Sonya.”

  “What?”

  “Shut up.”

  She went quiet as he ravished her sweet ass slowly at first so she could adjust to the foreign invasion in her rectum, but he soon lost control and pistoned into her like a madman, enjoying her mewl of disc
omfort and confusion. She was trying to determine how she could reap an equal amount of pain and pleasure from this overwhelming experience. Trying to comprehend how humiliation could mingle with an odd desire to exhibit one's self sexually before a perverse group of voyeurs.

  “Everyone is watching,” she whined.

  Nimbus felt his cock swelling from the dark, fiery depths of her ass sucking him in deeper as he took his pleasure in her unmatched body. “And you are fueling their fantasies, Sonya, fanning the fires of their lust. Some of them are masturbating while they watch. You are enabling them in your sin, aren't you?”

  Sonya buried her face in the grass, whimpering when he drove into her harder and faster.

  “Tell me to fuck you,” he rasped.

  She shook her head, gasping in surprise and elation when he jerked her up by her hair.

  “Tell me to fuck you and say it loud enough for them to hear you, or I will invite one of the men over to be sucked by you.”

  She panicked. “Fuck me.”

  Nimbus rammed into her, making her yelp. He loved the way his testicles slapped her ass the more wildly he slammed into her. “Louder and call me master.”

  She groaned. “Fuck me, Master! Please!”

  He nearly lost it from hearing her utter those filthy words while he took her anal virginity. “Do you need it?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed, either in embarrassment or pain. “I need it badly.”

  “What do you need, slave?” He knew he was a bastard for taunting the poor woman, but irking her pleasured him since she was just so damned alluring when she was angry with him.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  “I can't hear you, Sonya.” He moaned as he felt his orgasm coming.

  “Fuck me! Please, Master. I need it. I want it.”

  “You are damned right you do.” He cried out as his body throbbed and tingled with his impending release. The molten lava flowed through his shaft, making his cock burn with sexual heat. The spasms left him with no choice but to erupt inside of his woman, spilling his scalding release into her conquered ass. The climax felt powerful and enduring, eclipsing the cheers in the background, very nearly overshadowing Sonya's agony at his violent final thrusts, but not quite. He rubbed her back when he was finished to let her know everything would be okay.

  ***

  Sonya was quiet for most of the ride home. Nimbus made her sit on his lap, partly to annoy her at the enforced level of closeness, but also to maintain a bond he demanded from her. There was a brief, hostile exchange of words on both sides and she shrieked her frustration when she tried to get off of his lap and he held her there and wouldn't let her go.

  Once they got home, she slapped him and locked him out of the master suite, which he found comical and infuriating. He broke the door down, inciting terror in her and a sudden desire to pacify his wrath with sweetness and apologies which he found hilarious, though he restrained any laughter.

  “Lie down on your stomach,” he commanded, pleased when she obeyed.

  She was already on the bed and had been in between dressing for bed, so he caught her in the buff like he wanted her. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw him reach for his knife. She scooted away in horror. “I truly am sorry.”

  His sinister grin must have scared the shit out of her. “I believe it. Lie back down on your stomach like I told you to.”

  Her body quivered with dread as she followed his instructions. “Are you going to kill me?”

  He snorted at this. “Do you want me to kill you?”

  She gulped with uncertainty. “I-I don't know.”

  “Hold still or this might end badly.” He made a slight incision in her shoulder blade. She did her best to steady the startled flinch and gasped in shock at being cut by him. The sound enchanted him and worked wonders on his libido. “It was a simple yes or no question, Sonya. If we are going to have a decent relationship with one another then it requires you to be open and honest with me.”

  “What about the part where you are supposed to be open and honest with me?”

  He snickered and made another minor slit, this time on her other shoulder blade. “No backtalk, girl. We are discussing your shortcomings and how to remedy them, not mine.”

  She panted at the rush of feeling a blade mark her smooth skin. Nimbus knew that fear and pain could be powerful aphrodisiacs and she was beginning to succumb to them simply because he was the one administering them to her.

  “I wanted to die earlier from the humiliation, but I know I can't,” she said quietly.

  “Because if you do you will go to hell,” he finished for her, making a final cut in her back before getting up to wash the blade off.

  “You enjoy throwing that up in my face, don't you?”

  He put the knife away and returned to the large bed, lying down next to her. “It does bring me great pleasure to see you fall in such a tremendous way. Now that you have been dragged down to my level it makes you more attainable instead of being as decidedly unreachable as you were before this.”

  Sonya was quiet for a minute, but she lost her breath when he gently licked away the blood from the first incision he made. “You want a relationship with me?”

  “Yes, pet. I always have. You know that.” The tangy, coppery taste of her blood was warm and rich like the sweetest sangria he had ever tasted during his travels. They said life was in the blood and this knowledge combined with the fact that blood drinking was taboo, made tasting her forbidden offering to him all the better.

  She whimpered at the delicate loving from his tongue over each of her slashes.

  He caressed her arm and nuzzled her cheek. “Am I hurting you?”

  “A little, but it feels good.”

  Honesty. Submission. Acceptance. Her response thrilled him. “Why does it surprise you that I want to be with you? I thought it was more than evident how fond I am of you.”

  “Oh, it is, but I thought you only wanted me as a slave and a prostitute.”

  He felt jitters of excitement tumbling in his belly at the words she spoke. “I do, but I also desire your allegiance and your trust.”

  She was quiet as he soothed her back with the ointment. “Trust and loyalty must be earned, they can't be enforced.”

  “The same goes with affection and sympathy,” he retorted in vexation. “Why should I respect my property when she fails to show me proper deference as her lord and master?”

  Sonya tensed beneath him and turned her head against the pillow so she was looking at him. “I am not your property, nor are you my lord and master. I serve only God.”

  Now he was pissed. “You will serve only me. You will bow before me and worship me as your one and only master.”

  “You speak treason. I will never bow to you, nor worship you.”

  “You will, but until you do I shall continue to make your life a living hell.” Nimbus gently rubbed some healing salve into her buttocks as he had last night after they made love. He treated her cuts with a healing ointment and set the soothing items aside. He pulled the covers over them.

  She rolled away from him, but he pulled her toward him and wrapped his arms around her so her head rested against his chest. “I do not want to cuddle.”

  “Hold your tongue. We are cuddling and you want this, otherwise your thumb would not be rubbing my chest affectionately,” he taunted.

  She stopped, but eventually relaxed and melted into him as he held her and rocked her gently, murmuring sweet nothings to her.

  “Do you think I'm fat?”

  He looked down at her in surprise. “Of course not. Where did you arrive at such a ridiculous notion?”

  “That monster, Jude, called me a fat, little cherub the other day.”

  “He is an imbecile, Sonya. Don't pay him any heed. You are soft and voluptuous, but you are by no means fat.”

  “He made me wear a corset.”

  “Jude likes to modify women's bodies to exert his power and control over them. I see no reaso
n to alter yours when it is my ideal of feminine perfection.” He felt moisture on his bare chest as though her eyes were welling with tears of gratitude over his appreciation of her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Nimbus rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. His kind, soothing treatment of her lulled her to sleep and he felt completely tranquil and at peace to hold his angel in his arms while he slept.

  ***

  After several days of kindness and gentility from Nimbus, Sonya was appalled when she learned that he intended to train her as his own personal pony. He claimed that he would have considered an animal that required a less grueling training regime, but her willful obstinacy demanded a more severe method of training. She was strong and stubborn like a horse, so that was precisely what he would turn her into.

  He had a bridle specially made for her human-like face and made her wear it while he lunged her in the buff of course. It nearly made her irate to be treated like a dumb animal and forced to trot and jog around him while she was nude and barefoot, but he found an area that was free of sticks and stones so she could lunge without sustaining any injuries, which she found thoughtful of him.

  She thoroughly enjoyed the carrots and apples he fed her as rewards for her obedience and good behavior, which was quite rare in the beginning, but became more commonplace as her pony training progressed. It was strange to eat grain out of his hand like a horse, especially considering the concoction he made for her was exactly the sort of mixture a real horse would eat as a special treat. Still, it tasted sweet since it was flavored with molasses, so she got used to it rather quickly.

  Where Sonya resented his praise in the beginning as degrading condescension, she eventually began to appreciate his compliments. It was far better to be petted and given tasty treats than it was to feel the riding crop swatting at her belligerent ass, evoking pain and redness with the inevitable marks when she was extra stubborn.

  Nimbus trained her to sleep in a horse stall in the stable whenever she was naughty. She hated being forced to sleep in the sawdust while he sat in the comfy hay nearby guarding her. When she was really bad, he kept her in there for much longer.