Inferno
1. Nova
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Nova
H alloween night is always the busiest night of the Carnival. This little bum fuck town is our last stop this year. Tonight is the night I feed the demon inside me. She’s starving, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth into one of these little country boys.
Throughout this entire leg of the carnival, I have been well-behaved. As I swiftly move through the stalls, noting the progress of their setup, I twirl my knife between my fingers. My ultimate destination is my trailer, where I will begin my preparation for the night that lies ahead. My priority right now is to double-check that all of my fire gear is functioning properly.
“Nova.” I spin my knife around at the ready. Only to be met by the eyes of the manager, Cade.
"Yes, Cade?~" I melodiously croon with my high-pitched sing-song voice. Cade despises it when I converse in this manner, and my sole objective is to deliberately irritate him to a significant degree.
With a groan of frustration, he runs his hand covered in tattoos down his face. Already seemingly regretting whatever he is about to ask me. “Would you be okay with working, lust, heresy, and violence tonight?”
I narrow my eyes at him, causing him to shift uncomfortably. Cade's feet shuffle as he shifts his weight, his hands tightly rolling the papers he holds.
“Why?” I ask.
“Lottie is sick, and you are the only one who can adapt at the last minute. Plus, you are the best looking. You’ll look hot, covered in all that blood. Please?”
I smirk at Cade’s attempt to flatter me and playfully twirl my knife in my hand. “Well, Cade, since you’ve asked so nicely and I do enjoy a little chaos on Halloween night, I suppose I can handle it for tonight’s performance,” I respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Cade lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “Thank you, Nova. I know you’re the only one who can pull it off,” he says, handing me the rolled-up papers. “Here are the details and instructions for each act. Bring the intensity and leave the audience in awe.”
I take the papers from him, scanning through the instructions with a mischievous grin. As I read, I can already envision the thrilling and macabre scenes I will create. The anticipation builds inside me, fueling the hunger of the demon that lies dormant within.
With a nod of agreement, I assure Cade, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure tonight’s performance is unforgettable. The little country boys won’t know what hit them.”
As Cade walks away, I make my way toward my trailer, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. Inside, I meticulously gather my fire gear, checking each piece to ensure its functionality. The flames will dance and mesmerize tonight, adding an extra element of danger to the already thrilling acts.
I prepare myself physically and mentally, feeling the demon inside me stirring, eager to be unleashed. I revel in this dark side of mine, embracing the power it gives me. Halloween night is the perfect opportunity to indulge in my desires and feed the insatiable hunger within.
With my preparations complete, I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in my scandalous costume, my eyes gleaming with anticipation, I know I am ready to captivate the audience and fulfill their darkest fantasies.
Tonight, as the Carnival comes alive on Halloween night, I will be the embodiment of lust, heresy, and violence. The little country boys will tremble before me, their fear mingling with twisted desire. And as I sink my teeth into their innocence, the demon inside me will finally be sated, if only for a fleeting moment.
***
When the sky is blanketed in darkness, the environment calls to me, urging me to completely immerse myself in its embrace. The fear that grips all the patrons and the intense lust that permeates the air, is so palpable that you can taste it. The scene before me unfolds as I watch people slowly trickle inside the tent, each person finding their seat. The first circle performance tonight is Limbo. Cade steps out into the center of the ring, giving the patrons their last warnings for the night.
“The acts you are about to witness will shock you, disturb you. They will challenge your sensibilities and awaken your deepest, darkest desires. This is not a show for the faint of heart, but for those who crave the forbidden.” As the music begins to play, Cade’s body contorts, bending backward in impossible ways. The crowd gasps in awe and disbelief, their eyes fixated on his graceful, yet twisted, movements. Cade makes his way back to the performers’ only area, taking a spot next to me.
“Ready?” Cade whispers, leaning in to speak against ear.
“The question is,” I motion to the crowd. “Are they?”
Limbo’s set has performers chained to the floor, screaming in loneliness to depict the pagans and unbaptized souls in Limbo. The room is pitch black and the sounds of pained moans and screams are feeding the fear. You can feel the utter despair.
Step by step, I climb up the scaffolding until I reach the designated aerialist area. Technicians carefully fasten me into the ropes, ensuring that I am securely and safely harnessed. The gusts of Lust's performance will leave me whirling in a frigid tempest. The act involves me using straps to firmly attach my partner to myself. His smile contrasts sharply with my hostile glare. We are to recreate the raw, primal desire that courses through our veins. So we have to act as if we are fucking while floating in the air.
I’d much rather be fucking.
The temperature drops in the enclosure and the air turns frigid. All that separates me and the other performer is the nude pasties on my nipples and the sheer nude thong covering my pussy. His sheer nude shorts are barely visible, but you can see the outline of his cock.
“You want to make the act worthwhile?” He winks at me. The thickness of his cock twitching against my pussy. For a millisecond, I am tempted to entertain his offer.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Max,” he says with a shaky voice.
Through darkened eyes and a slight malicious smirk, I let out a sinister chuckle. “Oh, Max, you wish you could handle a demon like me,” I taunt, gripping his chin and leaning in close. My tongue trails over his lips, teasingly reaching the tip of his nose. Max stares into my eyes, captivated by the cold, piercing gaze of my arctic, blue orbs. The temperature drops and the sound of gears cranking fills the air, signaling the beginning of our lustful encounter.
As we descend, and the track above us turns, I glance out at the crowd of onlookers. They are like little lambs, entranced by our performance, falling deeper into depravity. Their eyes follow our every move, oozing with desire as they witness the near-pornographic acts unfolding before them. I press myself against Max, his chest pushed forward by my hand. The crowd gasps, thinking he might meet his demise. But instead, I tug on the rope around his neck, suspending us mid-air. Straddling him, I grind against his growing arousal, feeling the hardness beneath me.
That’s when I see him in the crowd.
Such a pretty boy.
My pretty boy.
Tall, ruggedly handsome, with a face that captivates me. The desire intensifies as I continue to use Max to satiate my own craving. Max looks up at me, his expression twisted with pleasure, his breath quickening. I am going to make him come, but my focus is now on claiming my pretty boy. His eyes are locked on mine, mouth agape as he watches me derive pleasure from Max’s body. I have ensnared him, and by the end of tonight, he will belong to me.
Underneath me, Max groans as his warm cum soaks through his sheer shorts. I pull him up so that my lips graze his ear.
“I should gut you for cumming on me, Max. Especially since I didn’t get to finish.” My face gives away my annoyance.
We raise back up to the rafters as the floor below us changes to Circle 3’s set, Gluttony. I have three acts before I am back on the floor. The crew removes the ropes that hold us together. Once we are on the platform, Max grabs my shoulder to spin me around.
“Let me get you off. It’s the least I can do.”
I let out a shrill, maniacal laugh. “You couldn’t get me off if you tried. I’d have to kill you to get off.”
A look of fear slowly spreads across his face.
I turn away, climb down the scaffolding, and make my way back to the dressing area to get myself ready for my fire set during Heresy’s act.
***SCENE***
As I stand in the middle of the floor, the roaring flames from the fire breathers mesmerize the dwindling crowd. The heat intensifies, mirroring the burning desire that fills the tent. Their hearts pound in their chests, a mix of terror and excitement consuming them.
Dressed in black leather adorned with metal spikes and studs, I embody sin and rebellion. The acts of Gluttony, Greed, and Anger have unfolded flawlessly, pushing the limits of what these spectators can handle. The blood, sex, and raw depravity that dance before their eyes have thinned the crowd, leaving only the bravest and most twisted souls.
These poor little lambs, being led further and further from their God, are on the precipice of surrendering to their darkest desires. With each act, we drag them deeper into a world of sin, where morality is shattered and pleasure reigns supreme.
As the flames gracefully sway and lick the air, I take the center, a torch in hand. The kerosene in my mouth waits to be engulfed by the fire’s embrace. The anticipation builds, the audience holding their breath, unsure of what will transpire next.
With a flick of my wrist, I ignite the torch, and the flames engulf me, the intense heat contrasting with the cool darkness surrounding us. It’s a dangerous dance between life and death, a moment where I confront my mortality and embrace the power of my own darkest desires.
The spectators are caught in a trance, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle before them. The flickering flames reflect in their dilated eyes, a reflection of their own hidden desires and secret fantasies.
In this sacred space, boundaries are shattered, inhibitions are stripped away, and the line between pleasure and pain blurs. It’s a twisted paradise, where the forbidden becomes the norm, and the audience is left to grapple with the consequences of their curiosity.
As the performance reaches its climax, I feel an intoxicating rush of adrenaline, knowing that I have succeeded in pushing these souls further away from their God. The cheers and applause of the remaining audience members echo through the tent, a testament to their surrender to the darkness within.
My eyes fixate on the man who has managed to capture my undivided attention, and I instinctively move closer to him. In his presence, I eject the fluid from my mouth with great force, resulting in the flames coming dangerously close to him. He gasps for air, his chest heaving with exertion. His pupils, wide and dilated, exposed the undeniable lust he feels.
“Run, pretty boy. Don’t let the flames touch you.” My words, a warning he should heed.
With the flames dwindling and the smoke vanishing into thin air, a gratifying sensation takes hold of me, as I realize that I have ensnared him. He will be mine.
As the act comes to a close, the haunting echoes of our sins will forever tempt them to delve into the forbidden once again. The pretty boy's eyes follow me as I retreat behind the curtain, leaving me with a sense of intrigue. My last performance of the night was about to begin, marking the end of my evening. Once that happens, I will have him all to myself. The only possible outcome once I have him is death. There is no other way out.