by Zoey Marcel
To Sonya's dismay, Jude's diabolical plan worked. She came whimpering and writhing against the stairs, against Alfred's groin and against the two men who held her down. Her vagina sucked onto his cock as she came hard. His face distorted at the voracious suction on his dick and he shot his release inside of her.
“My dear, I think you almost killed me,” he snickered once he'd gotten closer to catching his breath. He pulled out, smiling at the way her back arched from the feel of his penis slipping out of her. “Thank you all for sharing your new toy with me.”
“No problem, Alfred. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. You look like you could use a good nap after that,” said Drakkar.
“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it.” Alfred left the room, looking tired and gratified.
Drakkar removed his hand from Sonya's mouth.
Jude looked down at her with an evil smile. “Now that wasn't so bad, was it?”
“You bastard!” Sonya jerked against them, screeching in frustration that she couldn't move.
Jude grinned as they pulled her up and led her over to the table where the bamboo cane waited for her. “Are you mad because I made you fuck an old man, or because I imitated the voice of your beloved to get you off?”
“Both. I hate you!”
He smirked at this. “I'm not surprised. You'd have to be crazy to like me after the unconventional way I treat you.”
“Burn in hell!” She gasped when he pulled the dress off over her head and pushed her face-down on the table. She shivered at the knowledge that her nudity was on display for their deviant eyes.
“Step out of your shoes. In case you bleed from this I'd hate to ruin them. They are such becoming heels,” Jude told her, sounding excited at the imminent beating he intended to give her.
Sonya stepped out of them and heard him move them aside. She cringed in horror when he picked up the bamboo cane.
“And now I must beat the shit out of you. You did kill my son, you know. Now hold still.”
She turned and lunged at him, sinking her teeth into his neck and injected her venom into his bloodstream. His pained outcry satisfied her vengeance as Drakkar yanked her off of Jude. It didn't matter, though. In a matter of minutes he would be paralyzed by the poison, immobilizing him so she could feed. If Drakkar prevented her from drinking Jude's blood, the venom would finish him off.
“You bitch!” Jude yelled, grabbing his neck as blood seeped from the puncture wound.
Sonya yelped when he fisted her by the hair and forced her face against his neck.
“Suck the venom out or your baby will suffer the consequences.”
She heaved an uneasy sigh and sucked the poison out of him until only his blood remained. And then she kept going, hoping to drain the bastard.
He must’ve sensed this. “That's enough.”
His countenance was a deadly union of rage and premeditated retribution as he spun her around and slammed her down so her hands were on the table. She gasped when Drakkar took her by both wrists and pulled her forward so that her arms were stretched out on the table in front of her. Her body quaked with fear and dread when Jude grabbed the cane again and stood behind her, his aura blazing with violence and hatred.
“Let's see how you like pain, bitch.”
She screamed when he struck her with the cane. The force was brutal and the agonizing inferno it ignited on her rump made her knees shake with shock. “Please stop.”
She knew he wouldn't, but she had to try anyway.
Jude struck her again, forcing an outcry of misery from her. “I won't stop until it pleases me. Right now it pleases me to make you suffer. Was it worth it, bitch? Was Sully's life worth cleaning your slate?”
Sonya shrieked at the violent blows on her backside, but Drakkar's hold on her wrists rendered her struggles futile. Each strike Jude gave her left her butt inflamed with agony and punishing fire. She wished he would stop hurting her. Why in heaven's name must he throw the pain of losing her son back up in her face while he brought her physical suffering as well?
“You couldn't simply pay for your own mistakes. No, you had to take his life to fix them,” Jude taunted as he continued to cane her.
Sonya began to weep in between crying out under the severe beating. “I didn't know it was him.”
Jude whacked her harder so she screamed. “And if you had? Would you have killed him anyway, or would you have sacrificed your redemption to save his life? Well, Sonya?”
The tears came faster and she mewed at the fierceness of the subsequent blows.
“Answer me, you pseudo-angel!”
She sobbed audibly now. “I don't know. I'm so confused.”
“I'll bet you are. You can pretend you've changed and you may manage to fool the black angels and yourself, but I know better.” Jude stopped caning her and began pacing slowly behind her while he spoke. “The truth is you're still madly in love with Nimbus and you always will be.”
His words sent her into a frenzy of panic. Was he trying to make her stumble? No, it wouldn't work. She must never admit to that, not even to herself. Nimbus was gone and she was healed. That was her story and it was true, damn it. It had to be, otherwise she would be – No, she was over him.
“No.” She shook her head, hoping Jude wouldn't use the cane to argue with her. Her hope was in vain.
“You lie. How else would you explain getting his name tattooed on your ass? When I imitated his voice a little while ago you came fast and hard.”
Her cheeks felt warm, but the flush of humiliation was a joke compared to the fire that enveloped her battered ass. “You were touching my clitoris. What did you think was going to happen?”
Jude chuckled and tapped her buttocks with the cane. “A challenge, is it? Very well, I accept. I'll imitate his voice again without touching you and I'll wager you come just as hard when you hear it. Oh, dash it all, I suspect you'll come harder this time around.”
She shivered at the possibility and shuddered when he trailed the cane along her spine, praying that he didn't hit her with it there.
Drakkar grinned. “I want to see that.”
“You're wrong, Jude. I'm not in love with Nimbus anymore.” She hoped he wouldn't test his theory, but once again her hope was short-lived.
“Am I? We shall see. But first come and look into the mirror over here at your exquisite ass.” Jude set the cane aside and walked her over to the full-length mirror against the wall. “Turn around and take in the brutal glory.”
He turned her and she nearly fell over at the sight. He'd done quite a number to her rear end. She had tram tracks along her skin, some a pinkish-red and others a light purple. He'd raised a number of welts on her and the skin had even split in a few places. The flesh was ruddy and swollen and it felt like a horrendous sunburn.
“Nimbus would be so proud of such a fine, abused ass. Is it strange for you when I say his name?” Jude hinted.
She wanted to kick him in the groin for taunting her. “No.”
His lips curved up into an irritating smile. “I don't believe that for a second. Now be a good girl and hold still so Drakkar and I can fuck you senseless. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of what will happen if you don't.”
Jude held her in place while Drakkar undressed and then Drakkar kept her still and lubed her anus while Jude shed his clothes. It felt violating and wrong to have the vampire's fingers working in and out of her butt hole.
While he busied himself with putting the cap back on the tube, Sonya bolted toward a case along the wall and smashed the glass with her fists. They bled, but that was irrelevant in the heat of adrenaline. She didn't know why a vampire kept a wooden stake in his lobby beneath glass, but it was dreadfully convenient. Before anyone could stop her, she took the stake and rammed it into Drakkar's chest with a vehement yell.
Jude ripped her away from his friend, looking pissed as hell.
Drakkar's face betrayed his suffering, but once he pulled the stake out, he smiled at her. “Were y
ou waiting for me to turn into dust?”
Her eyes widened. He was still alive.
“I may be a sanguinary vampire, but I'm an advanced one and that's not all I am. I'll leave you to discover the nature of the rest of my heritage.” Drakkar wrapped his big hand around her throat and jerked her toward him. He was quite intimidating when he was furious. “But it still didn't feel too good and I'll thank you not to repeat the infraction lest I take you to my club and inflict some corporate punishment on you.”
Well, that didn't sound very good.
He spun her around so her back was to him and she faced Jude as they sandwiched her with their manly bodies. She saw in the mirror that Drakkar's nostrils flared when he apparently caught the scent of her blood.
“You're very fortunate that you're not human.”
Delilah sat in a chair nearby with her skirt flipped up and her hand rummaging in her panties.
Drakkar moaned. “Mm, yeah, play with that pussy, but take your panties off first.”
“I'll do it when I'm ready to,” she retorted.
Drakkar chuckled and Sonya felt his cockhead knocking at her back door once Jude held her ass cheeks apart for him. “Is she always like this?”
Jude rolled his eyes with an amused half smile. “Yes, she prides herself on being irritating and difficult.”
“And you came hard for me because of it,” Delilah reminded him as she threw him a wink and blew him a kiss.
Jude's eyes narrowed as if to shut her up, but he grinned. “Don't push it, woman.”
Sonya came up on her toes and winced when she felt the crown of Drakkar's penis push into her anus. His wide girth had trouble getting past her reluctant sphincter muscles.
“Aw, does that hurt?” Jude quipped.
She gritted her teeth, reminding herself that it was not in her best interest to slug Jude in the face.
“Shit, she's tight. Tightest little asshole I've ever fucked.” Drakkar grunted as he slowly forged deeper into her snug passage.
“Lovely,” Sonya muttered, grimacing that she dared to sass him.
Jude chuckled. “Always the smart ass, weren't you? Watch us in the mirror, tramp. Watch him glide into your ass and strip you of all your dignity.”
She stared at Jude defiantly for a moment, cringing at the warning in his eyes that moved her to complacency. The erotic picture the three of them made in the mirror was really quite scandalous. Toned, lithe Jude held her buttocks apart while buff, macho Drakkar slowly advanced past her anal ring, inch by agonizing inch. He had tribal tattoos on one arm that became more elaborate and detailed around his defined pectoral muscle.
“Please get out,” she quietly begged. “This really hurts.”
“I don't think so, baby.” Drakkar grinned and winked at her in the mirror. “You still owe me an orgasm. Let's see what you're made of.”
Her cheeks pinked and she dropped her eyes to escape his prurient gaze.
“Are you in yet?” Jude asked.
“Just a little bit more.” Drakkar grunted as he pushed deeper until he bottomed out inside of her. “Mm, yeah, this feels fucking amazing.”
Her cheeks felt hot. His groin pressed up against her battered rump, making the flesh ache in remembrance of her previous caning.
Jude bent slightly since he had the advantage of height on her and parted her labia. “Nice and wet I see. Nimbus would be proud.”
Hearing his name made her hot, but she rolled her eyes. “Stop saying his name.”
Jude gave her a smug, knowing look. “Would you rather hear his voice?”
Her eyes lowered. “No. I mean I don't care either way. He means nothing to me. Do whatever you want.”
His face glowed with sadism. “Oh, believe me I intend to.”
He surprised a gasp from her when he pierced into her vagina with a heady sound of pleasure. “No wonder Nimbus liked you so much.”
The compliment proved as flattering as it was offensive. Of course, Nimbus had kept her around for sex, but she'd meant so much more than that to him. Not that Jude could ever understand. The asshole wasn't capable of loving anyone.
He and Drakkar took turns advancing and retreating in the hole they occupied. The filling penetrations were intoxicating. The sensual strokes that titillated her inner walls proved maddening and sinful. She hadn't had a threesome since she belonged to Nimbus. Feeling two men inside of her again after so long was a decadent paradise she secretly reveled in, even as the two vampires used and humiliated her.
“Do you see us in the mirror, you whore?” Jude asked, sounding almost breathless. “The way our erections move inside your body?”
She made herself glance at their reflection in the mirror before he made her do so. The image made her cheeks redden like a tomato. “Yes.”
“That's not an angel in the mirror, is it?”
She hung her head in shame. “No.”
“Then tell me what you do see.”
Her eyes narrowed and she glowered at him in the mirror. “I see two assholes taking advantage of a poor woman.”
Jude chuckled, but Drakkar seemed as though all his concentration was honed in on pummeling her up the ass.
“Do you know what I see?” Jude asked.
She didn't know that she wanted to, but had a feeling his question was rhetorical. His questions usually were.
He continued when she didn't bother to grace him with an answer. “I see three demons enjoying a raunchy fuck that will land them all in hell. But I have a feeling the mutual verdict is that the ride is more than worth the destination.”
Sonya shuddered at the reminder of the wages of such a tryst. Still, it wasn't her fault since they coerced her into it. She would be forgiven for this. She had to be.
The flaming pressure on her G-spot drove her insane. She pleaded for them to stop, secretly fearing that she’d come and they’d feel it. They didn't stop. The localized pressure and heat suffused. Pleasurable sensations built inside of her. Oh, dear.
Delilah continued to masturbate while she ogled the trio. She had her panties down around her ankles.
Sonya closed her eyes, trying to shut out the racy images of such a forbidden liaison. Her lips parted and trembled when Jude whispered to her in Nimbus' sexy voice. Damn him for this.
“Do you have any idea how incredible you look sandwiched between us and writhing against our naked bodies?”
“Stop doing that,” she breathed with her eyes still closed.
“Two cocks up inside of you. How shameful. Are you my whore, Sonya?”
The memory of those words turned her on as equally as it choked her up. It was like he was right there with her and the reality that he wasn't made her heart ache unbearably. “No.”
“I think you are, little flower.”
Her eyes burned. Her clitoris tingled and sizzled with growing need as the beloved voice of Nimbus stroked it to the edge without any manual stimulation. “Damn you, Jude. Knock it off.”
“Never sass your master, slave, or I will teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.”
Nimbus had been her master. Hearing his voice reminding her of this now made her legs shake even though Drakkar held them up near her hips. Her arms were wrapped around Jude's neck for support, though she was strongly tempted to strangle him if he persisted in tormenting her with echoes from the past.
Drakkar panted from behind her. “Oh yes, I'm so close!”
“You're bringing a demon release, Sonya. Does that make you wet, sweet girl?”
She choked on a sob. Her pussy leaked all over Jude's shaft and her heart broke that he used another one of Nimbus' pet names for her. “Please stop. It hurts so bad.”
“Your ass?” Drakkar asked.
Sonya shook her head and whimpered in pain at his manic thrusts.
“Is she close, Delilah?” Jude asked.
“Oh yeah. Keep that up and she'll come any second now.”
Jude lifted Sonya's chin and spoke in Nimbus' voice again. “Tell me what
hurts.”
She sniffled through her tears, unable or unwilling to answer him.
“Answer me or I'll leave you.”
His threat broke her heart, even though she knew the one speaking was Jude and this whole scenario was pure fantasy. “I can't.”
He kept his hand on her jaw and brushed her lower lip with his thumb. “Tell me what hurts, love.”
The intimate touch and endearing tenderness he spoke with made her bawl louder. “My heart.”
“You're the one who left.”
The tears came faster as she whispered, “I shouldn't have.”
The damning silence scourged her and only the wet, carnal sounds of flesh moving together filled the desolate void.
“It doesn't matter. I want you to come for me, Sonya.”
Her closed eyes squeezed shut even tighter and she shook her head. “I can't. I'm not allowed to come for a demon.”
His cold palm grazed her cheek and a gust of cool breath fanned against her ear in a steamy whisper that was a dead ringer to Nimbus' voice. “I love you, Sonya.”
Sonya choked on a mewl as the confession she thirsted for above all others filled her ears. Her body was as helpless to resist that voice as her heart was. She came sobbing with pleasure and anguish as her body became possessed with ecstasy and her mind flooded with treasured memories. She was only vaguely aware that her partners found their own release under the vacuum she created on their inserted erections.
With her eyes closed, she saw only Nimbus. For a moment in time, redemption didn't matter, only that he was with her. Once the mind-altering wave of euphoria passed, she returned to her senses and her tears of heartache turned into droplets of shame.
The men pulled out of her and lowered her to the floor. Sonya slammed down onto her knees and wailed. What had she done? She only fantasized about sinning with him again. It wasn't like she really had. Besides, these vampires made her do this. She was a victim, not a demon.
Jude resumed his own voice again. His tone came out hard and scolding as he mocked her grief. “And you say you don't love him. I'll wager you'd tear your clothes off and let him damn you if you ever saw him again, wouldn't you, whore?”