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Shackled and trembling, you tried your very hardest not to move. Just moments ago, Pierrot had you pinned down to his bed, and now he was gone, left you all alone with a creepy mask over your face and one warning; “Don’t move.”
And now, here you were, wrists bound by the cuffs on the headboard, trying to appear as inanimate as possible.
Be a doll, you thought.
But you felt your resolve crumble as you heard the slow, deliberate footsteps approaching the red tent. Had Pierrot come back for you? A sense of relief and hope washed over you, and your eyes flitted over to where a head poked in through the tent curtains.
Wait a minute… that wasn’t Pierrot…?!
Curly black hair, green and black jester hat, peeked its head inside, a sharp, morbid grin spreading across its horrifically pale face. It stepped in fully, approaching the bed, the bells on its large hat and clothes jingling with each and every step.
“My, this is more interesting than I thought… I know Pierrot isn’t exactly the talkative type, but I would’ve never thought he’d hide such a dirty secret…”
Whatever sense of relief that had washed over you just now had vanished with the same haste that it came when you heard that familiar voice. Of all people to catch you like this, it simply had to be Harlequin.
But you didn’t move, despite your body literally screaming at you to run. You didn’t move a single muscle, right up until Harle stood at the edge of the bed.
“Oh? Are you pretending to be a doll? You really need to step up your acting game, my dear…” He chuckled — a humourless one — almost affectionate.
That nickname… did he recognise you that easily?! Despite these suspicions, you remained as stiff as humanly possible. You swallowed the scream lingering in your throat as he placed his knee on the bed, then beginning to crawl on top of you.
“You know, you’re not exactly the actress you think you are. I can hear the way your breathe hitches, see the way your hands tremble as I get closer…” He leaned down towards your neck suddenly. “But good effort, nevertheless.”
You wondered whether you should keep up this doll act of yours, or just get out of there while your limbs were still intact, but having Harlequin this close to you, warm breath hitting your skin, it made it too difficult to focus. You tried to tell yourself that you wouldn’t find this so sexy if you weren’t bound by chains right now with the possibility of Pierrot returning, but man, you’d be a liar if you said that this wasn’t turning you on. You barely even noticed how the lights began to dim to the point you could only get a glimpse of Harle’s poison green eyes, boring into the windows of your soul with a predatory, almost animalistic hunger behind it. A sharp, dagger-like claw crawled up your skin, tracing slow circles onto your collarbone, when something sharper suddenly pressed up against your jugular. He’d just pulled a knife on you!
Panic began to fill your head, making it even more difficult to think of a rational escape plan. And yet, at the same time, you found yourself enjoying this intense, dangerous encounter. The initially slight arousal was beginning to take over your fight or flight response.
“Good girl, you didn’t even flinch. You’re doing so well right now…” He praised softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You felt something warm and wet slide up and down your skin. Did he just… lick you? The sensation was… definitely something, but you didn’t pull away. You quite liked hearing those satisfied noises his made as he tasted you, inhaled your scent. Gentle licks turned into playful nips at your skin, which turned into rough bites, leaving bruises all along your neck. Strangely enough, you didn’t want Harle to stop, which is why you hadn’t spoken or moved yet. His hand came up to slide the blunt side of the blade down your throat, pausing upon reaching your cleavage. Unable to hold back anymore, your body arched up in response to the cold metal against your skin. At this, Harle couldn’t help but laugh at you, relishing in your barely contained reactions to his touch. He pressed the tip of the knife against one of your breasts — though not enough to pierce your flesh, your body still squirmed from the pain. Then suddenly, you felt your arms slump to your sides. He had just remove the chains which bound your wrists to the headboard… but why? Your eyes met his, and you could tell that he knew what your question was.
“It’s more fun like this, and besides, I’d love to see the look on Pierrot’s face once he realises what I did to you. This is your last chance to run, dearest.” He cooed, bringing the knife to his lips and running his long green tongue along the back of the blade. He held your gaze with such intensity that made your heart want to jump out of your ribcage. Your eyes stared right back at his, and your fingers moved to intertwine with his, squeezing tightly. A silent plea for mercy. You weren’t sure if it was the paralysing fear of potentially being stabbed, or the heat pooling between your legs that rendered you unable to flee, but you didn’t take his challenge. At this he frowned a little, leaning towards your face so much so that your noses bumped.
“You’re not running? You do understand that this is your last opportunity to flee now? Because once I indulge in you… wrap you in my essence, I cannot promise that I will let you go. And that is not a threat, my dear. It is a promise.” He spoke, voice hardly above a whisper. He took your silence as acknowledgment, then grinned from ear to ear once again.
“Very well then. Do try not to scream, or I will have to gag you. You don’t want that, do you?” He giggled at your lack of words. “Still pretending to be a doll. I’m not a fool, you know?” Suddenly, you felt something (a rope, perhaps) tugging at your body, accentuating his words. If you weren’t utterly petrified before, you certainly were now. The ropes had an indescribable texture, and they restricted your movement, pulling your body flush against the Harlequin.
“W-what the hell is that?! What’s that wrapping around me?!” You whisper yelled, but Harle seemed to find your confusion and fear quite amusing. You couldn’t even see what it was, given the dimly lit tent, you could only make out his glowering eyes.
“I believe it’s best that you do not know.” He paused. “These ‘ropes’, they are me, and they are not exactly pretty.” He added casually, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever; his blasé attitude towards things like this amazed you sometimes.
Harle placed a gloved hand over your face, removing the creepy mask.
“That’s much better, I like to see those horrified expressions you make as I touch you like this…” He purred, biting your cheek softly. The ropes roamed your body, ghosting over your hips and curves, as if to trace every inch of your body he found beautiful about you. They wrapped round your torso, slipping beneath your garments. Your body jolted with surprise, shifting up the bed before being dragged back down again.
“You’re not running now. That opportunity has passed, it’s too late.” Harle murmured, suddenly serious. Your feelings of fear and arousal overlapped puzzlingly, thrilled by this possessive little attitude of his, while also being equally concerned for your life. It was all so new to you, but not exactly unpleasant…
The sharp blade dragged down your chest once more, pausing just below your breasts. In one swift movement, Harle sliced through the fabric of your shirt, revealing your lacy bra beneath it. You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your scream, your body trembling with the insane amount of adrenaline you were feeling in the moment. Warm blood trickled from where he’d cut. It wasn’t a deep wound, but it did sting like a motherfucker.
The Harlequin beamed at the sight of your bleeding chest, his tongue lolling out to lap up the blood, painting his green tongue with a deep shade of crimson. You let out a noise of surprise at the sudden gesture, whilst he hummed at the taste as if it were a tune. The ropes which clutched your body tightly began to travel lower, spreading your thighs apart as Harle settled between them, fumbling around a little before pulling down his waistband. His cock sprung free with ease, and the ropes pulled you even closer — if that was even possible anymore.
“Do you feel that, my dear? Do you see the things you do to me, now…” His voice came out in a mixture of a growl and a whine, pressed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. His large tongue pushed past your teeth, exploring your mouth deeply. The noises he made against you… they could drive a woman mad with lust. By the sound of it, he’d been absolutely craving this. You made an attempt to kiss him back, though struggling from the size difference. He dominated you quickly, hands pressing your shoulders down into the bed firmly. At last, he broke the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath.
“Aren’t you thrilled? The thought of doing this in Pierrot’s bed… do you not fear what he’ll do once he finds out?” He mumbled against your lips, lifting your legs to remove your trousers. You nodded hesitantly, and he scoffed. He tore the clothes away from your body, so slowly and so teasingly, you thought you might go crazy. Once bare from the waist down, he slung your leg over his shoulder effortlessly, giving his hips a slow, deliberate roll against yours, rubbing against your core aching with hot need.
“Let me hear how badly you want this, babe, let me hear how good I make you feel…” He hummed, sliding the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating it with your arousal, earning the sweetest of moans from you. He leaned forward a little more, chest pressed flush against yours as your bodies moved in perfect sync, seeking stimulation urgently. Your face flushed a deep shade of red from the heat of your partner, so close that you could feel his heart thump in his chest. You moved your arms up to wrap them around his neck, clinging to him as he thrust against you deeply. He pulled back slightly, grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance, pressing himself inside you at last. He groaned as your walls clamped down on him, hugging his girth in the way that drove him insane with lust.
“Oh… would you look at that…~” He began with a breath, watching himself disappear inside you. “You were… made for me…”
His claws dug into your sides as he filled you with his thick rod, pulling you down on him in time to each time he drove into you, the ropes keeping your legs spread wide for him.
“Mmff… so tight… feels so good…” He groaned into your ear as his pace began to pick up, spurred by the way your body reacted to his dick, stretching you out deliciously. You pressed your face into his neck, moaning with abandon as he took you deep. His hands gripped the top of your thighs, roughly pulling you down into each punishing thrust. He shifted his position slightly so that he was angled to hit the deepest, most sensitive spots of you, eager to make you scream his name shamelessly.
You’ve never looked more beautiful; head thrown back, face contorted with pleasure, your hair disheveled and messy from your ‘activities’. Despite the darkness, he could still see the faces you made in response to his pounding. And he didn’t miss the tear that streamed down your cheek. A tear of both pain and pleasure, perhaps even slight shame. His tongue lolled out once more, licking the tear that rolled down your face, whispering in that sickeningly sweet voice of his — the one that dripped with insincerity and mock pity.
“I love it when you cry like that… really… turns me on…” He chuckled, kissing the wet trail of tears on your face. He suddenly let go of you, and the ropes gripped you like a vice, suddenly making you slam down on his cock and filling you to the hilt, balls deep. They lifted you up the bed slowly, before pulling you back down at that same speed. You let out a cry at this rough fucking, grabbing at Harle’s arm and dragging your nails across the fabric of his jester costume as if to tear it. He moaned wildly, eyes rolling back as his shaft drilled into you, making you squeeze him impossibly tighter, milking him.
“F-fuck! A-ahm!~ Wait— slower!—“ You tried to protest, but the Harlequin was much too far gone to listen now. For him, your voice had now faded into the sound of skin slapping, his pace unwavering as he fucked you mercilessly. The bed creaked and groaned noisily beneath the two of you, one of the ropes sliding up your thigh and wrapping round it.
“Hhn… Harle… wait—“
“Shhhh. Just take it, my dear. You can handle it, right? You’re being so good for me right now…” He praised you, shutting down your pleas. You seemed to forget the pain of being hammered like this as your stomach fluttered, your orgasm growing nearer and nearer. The rope slid between your legs, pistoning inside your swollen pussy alongside Harlequin’s girthy cock, stuffing you completely. The bliss was unbearable, vision growing cloudy with tears as your stomach twisted with the weight of your impending orgasm. You gasped, turning your head when a hand gripped your chin and forced you to look at him again.
“Look at me when I cum for you…” He demanded, capturing your lips in another feverish kiss. He could feel your walls squeezing him tighter than ever, and he pulled out suddenly, stroking himself until thick white ropes of semen shot out from the tip, splattering onto your chest and stomach. He grunted lowly, thumb circling his slick cockhead, twitching in his hand from how sensitive he was after cumming. His eyes flitted open, gazing into yours. You hadn’t even reached your climax yet, since he came much earlier before you. The disappointment was palpable.
“What’s with that pout, dear? Wanted me to do it inside? Well I suppose we can make that work… I’m still hard after all,”
That wasn’t what you said, but he had already begun aligning himself with your entrance again, pushing back inside your sensitive pussy.
~
Panting and trembling, Harle pulled out slowly, watching the squirt and cum spill out from inside you. Your eyes were fluttered shut from cumming so hard, and when you opened them, you were met with a satisfied smile on Harlequin’s face. The lights had come back on again, but the ropes that had been holding you were nowhere to be seen. He moved a hand between your bodies, plunging two clawed fingers into you, scissoring and curling them inside, before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips, tasting the mixed fluids. He then leaned forward and whispered;
“You taste so sweet, my dearest.”
He laughed at the bashful expression on your face. Then, he brought his slickened fingers to your lips.
“Say ‘ah’.”
You opened your mouth and sealed your lips around his fingers, bobbing your head up and down to mimick the motion of giving head. He loved seeing you being all filthy like this, it turned him on immensely. He pulled his fingers away, wiping them on your lips.
“I’ll have to be going now. Don’t miss me too much, I won’t be gone for much longer~” He hummed, tugging your lip down with his thumb before getting up off the bed to get dressed, leaving you trembling and leaking his own cum on Pierrot’s bed. What did he mean by that last bit though…?