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The past two days had been a rollercoaster of emotions and circumstances you had never dreamed of being thrown into. It had all started when you were offered a free ticket to The Freak Circus, a traveling band of performers that specialized in the entertainment of horror and gore, their presence appearing as if apperceptions. You had accepted it, not thinking much of the pink hue of the ticket before heading to the attraction in hopes that a night of horrors would distract you from the horrors of the world. At your dismay, you had accidentally left the pink ticket in your work apron at the cafe, so you were forced to buy a general admission.
The gold ticket glittered at you cheekily as you slip it into your pocket, walking along the circus grounds towards the food stalls. You had skipped dinner in getting here, and browsed the concessions until you found something that looked appealing to your worn out senses. You eat as you walk, reading the fliers about the various performances and enjoying your (almost) midnight treat. Your eye is caught by a purple and gold flier, the black, bold lettering reading, 'COME TO THE PURPLE TENT TO LET THE STAGE SPEAK TO YOU!! WONDROUS HORRORS AND GORES AWAIT!!"
Curious, you head to the purple tent almost as if called, not noticing the woozy feeling starting to creep into your vision and mind as you consume your snack. People are filing into the tent alongside you, the same lightheaded sway rocking them as they walk. You take a daring seat towards the front of the stage, the body heat of the people around you warming you even more as the drugs start to take over your system.
Wait, drugs?
The thought barely registers as the stands quiet when the lights turn off, signaling the start of the performance. You start to lean forward as the melodic and soothing voice of the narrator begins to fill the tent. You can't see him, but you definitely feel his presence throughout your entire body. That was the one who called you here alright, the show in front of you telling a gruesome tale of first love and first loss.
Before you knew it, the purple clad owner of the circus and show was in front of you, draping himself across center stage like an offering to a god. He puts his head on one hand as he leans on his elbow, his leisurely body langue drawing you in as your eyes wandered up and down his beautiful body. His outfit consists of black gloves and matching boots with oversized yet silent bells, a golden and pointed collar that fanned out from his neck, and a hat with three tails lined with diamond shaped patches of black and purple fabric. His purple eyes were practically glowing behind the mask-wait, makeup? No, no, that was his face, a permanent mask with a diamond on one cheek and what looked like a sharp, upside down heart covering the other eye. He has plaster white skin and the inkiest black sclera, as well as the sharpest smile you have ever seen on a human. His dark purple hair with two, small white horns made you question his humanity thoroughly, but when his eyes met yours, you began to question whether or not that was a turn off.
His eyes land on you while he scans the crowd lazily, his story obviously being one that he has told many times before. The inflections don't reach his eyes, but something starts to shine in them when you do. He takes a moment to look at you, almost as if seeing right through you to your core. The dirtiest parts of you were certainly starting to creep forward as he practically undresses you with his eyes, his body shifting to where you could see the rippling muscle under his tight suit with frills and collars. He left nothing to the imagination, his smile and voice beginning to make you even more drowsy and dreamlike in your inebriated state.
Then there it was, the finale of the regular show, met with applause from the crowd and the dragging of the last gored body. His cast members make quick work of the mess, but you don't miss the longing look he makes at the blood that had been spilled. His eyes turn back to yours, the crowd still acting as though they were glued in place as he lazily brings out his hand towards you with a pointed look, then beckoning you with the curl of a finger. Without hesitation, your feet move forward before your mind can register, your steps heavy as you approach him almost like a preacher to the podium. He points to the ground as you reach him, and you oblige by getting on your hands and knees in front of him.
"What an obedient little thing you are. I think I'd have lots of fun playing with a pet like you~" He takes a black-gloved, clawed hand, and strokes the side of your cheek with the back of his finger as he looks down at you, still lounging across the front of center stage as if a roman emperor in front of his court. You shiver at the touch, whatever you had ingested earlier now burning through your system like a wildfire. "Tell me little thing, would you like to play? Right here, right now? I'm sure the audience wouldn't mind another performance~"
You nod your head almost eagerly, the sluggishness of your movements making the sadistic man snicker as you struggle to to sit up, exposing your throat to him. He snaps his fingers, holding his hand outstretched above him as he waits expectantly, one of his fools coming with a riding crop in hand. They make the exchange with a bow before turning and leaving again with quick, nervous steps. You pay no attention to them though, your eyes still memorized by the monster in front of you, the riding crop becoming an extension of himself as he places the keeper under your chin and lifts it, making you sit back on your knees as he inspects you like a butcher would a new cut of meat in his shop. Your breath hitches as he moves to sit up, his legs draping off the stage as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, just for you, "You have the perfect form for this, pet. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?"
You nod again, and he chuckles at your bitten lip, tapping your nose with the riding crop as he turns to snap his fingers again, the fools coming out with even more supplies this time. A standing stockade with planks to hold both your upper and lower appendages, a chair with all manner of straps and loops, and finally a large dog-crate that you're sure has been retrofitted to house a much more intelligent creature, the latch being in a place that fingers and hands can't squeeze through the bars to get. You shiver again, this time in fear and arousal as he turns to you again, obviously pleased with your reaction.
"Now ladies and gentlefolk, the part of the show where you, the audience, can become a star of the stage! Tonight's activity will bring about pleasure beyond your wildest dreams! And for you, dear voyeur, will bring much insight to the inner workings of your future lovers. Now do I have a volunteer from the audience?" No one raises a hand or speaks a word, but he looks at you expectantly as you follow the script against your will, your hand shooting up as his smile grows even wider. "Excellent! What a brave guest you are as well! I'm happy to have such an eager and willing participant as well as a captive audience~"
He points for you to stand at the center of the stage, motioning for you to turn around to face the audience. The spotlights almost blind you as you blink hazily, feeling him coming to stand behind you, a breath apart. His voice becomes almost a purr as he runs his claws up and down your arms lightly, his hands drifting up to the collar of your outfit as he starts to undress you in front of the crowd. You gasp as your top and bra are ripped off in one go, your nipples hardening to the cold air as you gasp at the sudden, violent gesture. His hands cup the heavy mounds, his claws playing with the buds adoring them in an effort to make you writhe. He pulls at them to make them sensitive, the audience laughing in time with him when he twists just enough to make it sting.
He moves one hand to the hem of your pants as your eyes look ahead blearily, unable to make out any faces or expressions from the sea of people in front of you with the fuzziness in your mind and the blaring lights above you pointed directly at your face. He rips them off your body just as he did the top and bra, now running his hands up and down your curves as if to show you off to the crowd. You look up at him with a dazed fear, his smile only growing wider as he deepens your drunken state with a long, tortuous kiss.
He drinks from your mouth greedily, his body langue being stiff and composed even if his mouth and tongue told a different story. You feel the muscle of his lips coax your own apart as his tongue works it's way between your lips, almost chocking you with the length of it as he lets it slip deeper down your throat. He pulls back, his tongue still protruding as it drips with your combined saliva as runs the tip of it along your lips in a tease. He licks his lips as your heart pounds in your ears, your knees buckling as he pulls away, letting you fall into the chair he had the fools fetch earlier.
Your naked body breaks into goosebumps against the cool wood, the straps of leather wrapping and securing around your body almost as if by magic as he turns and claps his hands sharply to summon yet another fool. This time, a wooden box is brought out, and the purple jester places it on a small, foldable table in front of you that the fool had so kindly brought with them.
With the crop in one hand, he removes the ball gag from the box, walking over to you like a predator stalking to it's latest kill as he forces the large, purple silicone ball into your mouth. He tightens the buckle around the back of your head, smirking as you wince at the fullness in your mouth. He runs the crop over your cheek again before turning back to the box once more, this time pulling out a vibrating dildo. You vaguely wonder to yourself why the man is so color coordinated before he begins to wrap his tongue around the toy, his salvia coating it as he eyes you with a barely contained hunger.
Your heartbeat almost stops as he approaches, somehow turning on the bigger than average device on with his tongue, watching you squirm as he approaches with a sadistic glint growing in his eyes. He kneels down between your lets, grazing the tip of his riding crop over your dripping sex. The drugs have made you willing and wanting, and the strap around your waist digs into you skin as your hips buck at the contact. He taps the leather crop against your clit once more to make you jerk again, and you hear the audience laugh at how your body seems to beg for any sort of release and contact.
He moves his hand under the chair, inserting the large dildo into a cut out in the seat of what you were sitting on as he rubs your clit with the tip of the crop rather roughly. Your head snaps back against the wooden headrest as the head of the toy begins to enter you, stretching you slowly as Jester makes sure to prolong your moans and gasps for the audience. It stretches you almost painfully, the aphrodisiac in your system doing most of the work as inch by inch, the toy gets buried inside you as it vibrates continuously on the highest setting.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you until you're a trembling mess in front of the crowd. You look out with bleary, dazed eyes at the blurred faces, the lights above you still obstructing your view of the sea of faces. The scent of your sweat and juices begin to fill the air, only seeming to encourage Jester as he stands a little bit to your right off stage, the large bulge in his pants becoming more noticeable every second he remains watching from the shadows.
The first orgasm hits like a punch in the gut, your drugged mind finally processing the onslaught of pleasure happening to your body. You start to tremble uncontrollably, the straps keeping your limbs from thrashing as you are pushed over the edge over and over again. Jester lets you cum for the audience until you've lost count, your body starting to slow exhaustion as your hands can only grip the wooden arms for the chair for dear life.
You've realized your nails have gauged notches into the wood before the dildo finally runs out of battery, the buzzing stopping abruptly as your body slumps into the straps fully even as your nerves still scream like they're on fire. You tremble under the lights, barely registering the spattering of applause at your 'performance' from the audience you had just started to forget about in the depths of your euphoric torture. You barely hear the footsteps coming towards you as well, your eyes fluttering under the sweat dripping from your forehead.
"You did so well, pet! Listen to that applause, you looked so pretty cumming for a whole, packed show. You earned every bit of it~" Jester whispers into your ear as he brushes the riding crop over your nipples, teasing the tight buds with the leather with small circles. He then starts to tap them lightly, making you yelp. He delights in your stifled protests, letting the pain snap your tired body back into overdrive.
He laughs alongside the crowd at your pained mewling around the gag, turning back to them as he snaps his fingers once again. Several fools come from behind the stage, the only noises you hear are the heavy dragging of a large wood structure, and the jingle of the buckles being undone on your person. The rubber in your mouth is removed gently by a hand as more peel off the straps holding you from your sweaty body.
The two fools that released you now hoist you up by the arms on either side, leading you to a step stool set in front of the pillory you had seen brought out earlier. You kneel on the leather-pad stool in front of the wooden boards, letting your helping hands guide your neck and wrists into the holes. Your knees make contact with the surface below you just in time for you to feel another piece of wood placed atop, locking you in place with the click of a heavy metal padlock.
The jester stands in front of you, and you barely register his words before you watch him peel off his tight shirt and pants, stripping for the audience with the same elegance of a practiced dancer. You watch in awe as he presents his harden cock to the audience, taking in the gasps of amazement and several disgruntled scoffs from the men in the audience. He turns around to you with a flourish, also letting you take in the sight of his massive member with a hungry lust brought to your eyes by the aphrodisiac still coursing through your veins.
It's big, about 11 inches in length a proportionally wide girth, he holds it in his gloved, clawed hand while stroking lightly, pre-cum already gathering on the tip in a glistening droplet. He approaches you like a lion stalking it's prey, his other hand reaching out and grabbing a fist-full of your hair and pressing the back of your head against the board keeping you in place. He presses the head of his cock between your lips, forcing you to take him inch my inch until you start to choke. Only then does he retreat, only to start shallowly thrusting into your mouth with precise motions.
The applause from the crowd encourages you both, and you loosen your jaw to more comfortably take his formidable size. The encouragements from the people in front of the stage start to reach your ears, and the cheers seem to grow louder with his every thrust into your mouth. He pulls away from your mouth fully, only to plunge in to the hilt, forcing it down your throat in a sudden motion. You whimper around intrusion, your eyes going to the back of your head with the effort to keep his cock firmly in your throat. You feel a need to please him, maybe a suggestion from the erotic poison inside your veins, but a need regardless.
The barrage to your face stops after a moment as he holds your head with a stifled groan. You suddenly start to feel his hot seed flow down your throat, it's almost searing path making you moan at the sensation. He pulls out after shuddering a moment, a gush of his semen washing over your tongue as it begins to leak onto the wooden floorboards. The salty taste has an interesting aftertaste, almost like lavender brewed into your coffee. He wipes off your dripping lips with one of his clawed thumbs before moving to stand behind you.
You try to turn your head to follow him, only to have your vision blocked and the swivel of your neck restricted by the wood pinning you in place. You feel him as he runs his hands over your ass, pushing you up to arch your back to him, exposing your already swollen cunt to him fully. His claws dig into the handfuls of flesh they held roughly, before you feel himself remove one to guide the head of his heavy cock to your waiting, tender hole. He hisses under his breath as he sinks deeper and deeper, pulling out fully each time to open you to him.
You whimper as he chuckles breathlessly, amused by your distress as he moves both of his hands to your hips, sinking fully into you. The thrust is hard and fast before he stills inside you, giving you only a moment to adjust before he starts a steady, powerful rhythm. You both moan openly, your bodies and voices reaching an animalistic crescendo as he brings your orgasm to it's peak again, yet continues to pound into you. He makes you cum on his cock too many times to count, the claws on your hips drawing small droplets of blood as he bruises your skin in his own orgasm starts to grow.
"Please, no, stop! It's too much!" You manage to whine out even through the heavy fog in your mind.
"Now, now my pet, the show-" His claws dig even deeper into your flesh as he starts to double over your body with the exertion, "-must-" he punctuates the middle of the phrase with making you scream for the present audience, "-go on~!"
The slick between your bodies only begins to grow as he buries himself deep one last time, his cum gushing into your quivering pussy. He almost collapses on top of you, your knees and legs buckling slightly as he leans his full weight onto you in his release. You can only shudder as you feel his semen start to spill from around your joined bodies, the sheer amount far too much for your mortal cunt. He makes a sound of disgust, the audience cheering at the grand finale as he undoes the metal lock and lifts the board, pulling you to your unsteady feet to do a curtain call.
You stumble to stand beside him, the grip on your arm steadying you before he lifts your arm above your head as he lifts his other above his. He crosses his legs, pulling you into a low bow and smirking when you lose your footing, just as the heavy purple curtain falls over the stage. He pulls you into his arm, bridal carrying you off the stage and to one of the makeshift dressing rooms behind the wooden landscape set of the large tent.
Written by a human in Ellipsus.