Page 110 of Circus From Hell

Karma’s pussy is better pain relief than all the alcohol and drugs in the world. It’s been on my mind non-stop.

As soon as I’ve used her, and she’s used me, I’m killing all of them.

Including her.

But I’ll keep her dead pussy around for safekeeping. Maybe her head, too.

Kreo will be very disappointed to find I’ve killed his star performer, but when he realises how used up and disobedient she’s been, he’ll thank me and focus on fixing my body again. Then he’ll make the pain go away forever, just like he promised when he picked me up from the side of the road ten years ago.

“No tricks, or you’re straight back in that cage. And no one will hear you scream if I shove my cock down your throat as I suffocate and kill you.”

Soren is far more sadistic than I gave him credit for.

Karma’s two human boys are standing in the middle of the show ring. I can see the silk behind them. They turn to look at me, both scowling, and step aside, revealing Karma’s naked and tied-up body. Her legs are parted by silk around the thighs for me to see, and her arms hang above her head. She looks like an untamed offering. Her lips pull into a snarl when she spots me, but that permanent smile is still there, still stitched.

“You’ve got a treat, darling. Use him up and get it out of your system.”

Soren throws me forward into her, and I catch myself at the last second. He stands behind me, arms folded, as Micha and Arlo close in on either side. They’ve blocked me off in a protective semi-circle, and the only way forward is between the spread thighs in front of me.

“I don’t want him. I want you boysss,” Karma whines, looking at everyone but me. I ignore the pathetic pang of rejection in my chest and grip her thighs. I don’t bother speaking, digging my fingers in harder to watch the blue-tinged flesh meld around me.

“Are you disobeying me, Karma? I’ve said you’ll take the clown’s dicks, and if you argue again, I’ll leave you here overnight. All strung up and begging for cum,” Soren announces. Karma narrows her eyes on him.

Ha! They really can’t satiate her.

I lean forward, sniffing Karma’s neck. The smell of her mixes with the leather of the muzzle covering my mouth and nose.

“I hate you,” she says under her breath, more to herself than me. She’s trying to convince herself she doesn’t want me, but I can see the arousal dripping out of her pussy. She can smell mine; it’s making her drool.

My cocks harden to full length. I ignore our audience, moving my hands up her thighs, closing in on her tight hole.

When I skim a finger across her clit, her head falls back, a low groan forced out of her throat. I grab her by one of her thick pigtails and force her to look at me—she’s not getting away with pretending it’s someone else between her legs.

I thrust two fingers inside, and her thighs try to clamp shut around me as she bucks for more. I fuck her with my fingers, watching her glowing green eyes intently, obsessed with how they roll and crease at the edges, how her mouth parts with silent moans, how her snake tongue creeps out.

I can wring out at least three orgasms from this girl. I make it my aim.

But she doesn’t want fingers. She wants cock. She’s cock-obsessed, addicted, and she hates how perfect I am for her because I have two.

When I pull away, she moves her legs to lock me back in, but she’s too restrained and weak like this. So perfect. Maybe I could keep her exactly this way. Show everyone in the circus what a dirty thing she is.

“Ssspiral,” she whines, and the noise makes my cocks twitch and leak precum into my jumpsuit. “Fuck me.”

It’s invigorating seeing her like this. Restrained. Unable to take what she wants like she’s so used to. My little spoilt brat is begging for cock like she’ll die without it, and she can’t do anything about that.

“You’re not here to toy with her, mutt,” Micha declares, and I side-eye him. I could kill him fairly easily. “Fill our girl up so we can move on and put you back in your cage.”

I huff out a laugh. Convincing.

They’re lucky Karma’s got a magic, pain-dulling pussy.

I pull down my jumpsuit and chuck it aside. I’m going to make her work for this.

Her beautiful, blue-tinged body is out on full display for whatever my dark heart desires. My fingers start at the piercings in her collarbones, past the jewellery between her breasts, and across the soft mounds. I circle the jewellery in each nipple with my thumbs, grazing them ever so slightly, enough to send her borderline insane. Her hips fight the silk tied around her waist as she rolls her hips and silently begs.

“Ssstop it, Spiral. I can see how hard you are. Just fuck me.”

I laugh, the sound muffled, and drag my digits down her stomach, across her pussy, and back to her clit. I press hard, and her reaction is mesmerising. More begging, more bucking.