13. Karma
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KARMA
Spiral locks the trailer door and jumps out of his skin when he turns around to see me standing behind him.
“Jesus. Do you have to be so freaky?”
“I’m just ssstanding here,” I argue.
“Yeah, well, you stand like a freak.”
He walks past me, nudging my shoulder as he goes. I think it’s time to make my secret known.
“What is he?”
Spiral stops in his tracks. “What is who?”
“The man in the cage.”
He spins to face me, and my stitched smile pulls wider.
“How the fuck—”
“You ssshould be careful locking up at night.”
He takes quick steps and reaches out to wrap his hands around my throat. Which is pointless, because I don’t need to breathe to survive. It does make it harder to speak, though.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing in there?”
I roll my eyes. Why is he asking me questions when he’s closing in on my voice box? I tap the back of his hand with my pointed nail, and he pulls away like I burnt his skin.
“Kreo wouldn’t be happy to find out you left it unlocked.”
“He’d be angry to know you went in regardless. You know you’re not supposed to.”
I shrug. “But out of usss two, who do you think he’ll punisssh more?” He scowls because he knows the answer isn’t me. “You’ll let me see my boysss whenever I want,” I demand.
“Why would I do that?”
“Becaussse, if you don’t, I’ll tell Kreo when he’s back about you being too drunk to lock the door.”
“Cunt,” he mutters. “Why haven’t you eaten your human boys yet?”
“None of your business. So, isss it agreed?
I can tell he really doesn’t want to. For whatever reason, Spiral cares who I go to see and what I do in my free time.
“Fine,” he grits out, before storming off towards the show tent.
We have a show tonight, so the clowns will be practicing in the tent for the next few hours. Which means Spiral will be out of my way.
I flick my eyes towards the trailer door. I’ve been curious about Soren since I last saw him. He’s different. Like me.
The distant feeling of being watched creeps up my spine. I spin on my heel and spot Dolly peeking around the back of the trailer, her icy blue eyes boring into mine.
Dolly doesn’t speak.
I’ve watched her before. She’s the only clown who doesn’t belittle me or talk about me when they think I can’t hear them—maybe it’s because she can’t talk, but she also doesn’t glare at me or bully me. She keeps to herself.
I know she’s close with Spiral. He took her under his wing when she first arrived, and they share a similar visual aesthetic.
Her skirt, propped up by a puffy petticoat, and her corset are black and white.
Her left elbow-length glove and thigh-high sock are a chequered pattern; the right side are stripy.
Dolly looks permanently flat-faced. She never takes off her gloves, and I think it’s because she has a condition, but I can’t remember what it’s called. I overheard Kreo muttering to himself about it.
Her black hair reaches her shoulders in pigtails, pinned up with two white bows. Her white-painted face contrasts with the black makeup around her eyes and across her lips.
Most of the people in the circus had bad lives before Kreo adopted them.
Kreo told me Dolly was broken when she arrived, and that’s why she doesn’t speak.
But he also said he likes her because she’s the best with the children in the audience.
Spiral hates them and enjoys scaring them, but Dolly prefers them to adults, so she keeps them entertained.
I have nothing to say to her, and she likely doesn’t have anything to say to me. So why is she still staring?
Without another word, she turns and walks to the show tent.
She can be strange.
My mind is taken back to the trailer. I know I want to quench this curiosity, but Spiral has locked it now. How will I get back in to see Soren if it’s locked? Do I even want to?
“Ssssnake?” I whisper, looking in the dewy grass to see if I can spot him sneaking around. He usually doesn’t stray far.
A ball of slick, black fur skitters across the floor, finding my bare foot and climbing up my body to my shoulder. He nuzzles into the side of my neck like always.
“I need you to find out the numbersss for the lock. Can you do that?” He nods his head eagerly. “Good boy.”
As we make our way back to the tent, the smell of something distant yet familiar hits me like a pang.
Not fear.
Arousal. Since meeting Arlo and Micha, I recognise it clearly now.
I follow it to the show tent and peek my head inside.
The scent hits me harder, forcing my stomach to turn with need and my mouth to fill with saliva. The vision I’ve stumbled across worsens this.
Naked clowns.
Spiral has Moxie sitting on his face, her pink curls slipping over her shoulders as she tilts her head back and rides his mouth.
She moans out his name, and he grips her thighs, shoving his split tongue inside of her.
Baxter has one of the other clowns—Ditso—bent over the railings, his cock pumping into his ass.
Ditso reaches down to run his hand up and down his own cock, and Baxter grabs the back of his head, thrusting faster and harder.
Lulu and Bluebell rub their cunts together, Lulu on top with Bluebell’s leg in her hand, moving her hips quickly as Princess opens Bluebell’s mouth and spits inside of it, rubbing her own pussy with two fingers.
Dolly is sitting on one of the floating rings in the air, watching the show beneath her silently.
“I want that double stuffing,” Moxie demands, shifting from Spiral’s face to straddle his lap.
He smirks at her as she grabs the top of his jumpsuit and pulls down the zipper, freeing his hard cock.
She spits on her hand and strokes up and down before lifting onto her knees and angling the tip at her pussy.
“Stop playing,” he chastises, grabbing her hips and thrusting up inside of her. She screams out against his big cock, falling forward to hold onto his shoulders.
“I thought you were getting double-stuffed, Mox!” Baxter calls out, his hand now around Ditso’s neck as he jackhammers into him.
“God forbid a girl warms up,” Moxie shouts back before reaching behind. She grabs Spiral’s zipper and pulls it down further, dipping her hand inside his jumpsuit and pulling something out.
A second cock.
Just as big as the first.
Stitched on.
All the shit he’s given me about being made or stitched together, and he’s got a second cock stuck to him?
Moxie spits on her hand again, grabs the lower cock, and angles it towards her ass. As she moves back, letting it fill her hole, she lowers on the first one, taking them both to the hilt completely with practiced precision. I’ve never seen someone so stretched out.
He holds her still and uses his grip to fuck her again. The wet slapping sounds of her pussy and ass taking both his cocks fill my ears, making my body tingle. What would that feel like? For a human, it looks painful, but Moxie seems to be enjoying it.
The rest of the clowns fade to background noise as I watch the mesmerising sight.
In and out, in and out. Spiral’s top cock glistens with Moxie’s arousal every time he lifts her up.
His mouth parts and his eyes clamp shut, mirroring Moxie’s expression, both too immersed in their pleasure to see me watching.
Or so I think.
Spiral’s eyes snap open, like he can sense my presence, and they land on me. His lips turn up into that evil smirk he carries so well, eyes never leaving mine, and I hate how I’m aroused by his face. He reaches down and presses against Moxie’s pussy, and she cries out louder.
My tongue sneaks out of my mouth, the tip licking across my bottom lip, begging to wrap around one of his cocks. It’s disgusting that I’m thinking of him this way, but I can’t stop.
“Fill me up with two loads, Spiral,” Moxie groans, grabbing her breasts and kneading them.
Her perfect ass bounces as she brings herself down harder on Spiral.
He stays fixated on me as Moxie warns him of her own release, as she screams out and orgasms, as he groans and shoots her full of cum.
He never looks away from me. It’s not until Moxie rolls off him to lie on her back and pant that he closes his eyes to get away from me, realising what he’s doing.
The others have also finished, and the group starts gathering for practice before the show. Spiral takes one last look at me as I let the tent flap fall, and I walk away on wobbly legs, desperate for the taste of flesh. Whether it’s to eat it or have it inside of me, I’m not sure.
The sound of footsteps distracts me as I descend from my silk. The clowns left after practice, giving me some time to play around with the silk before the show, but the smell of weed makes me want to climb back up the silk to get away from my visitor.
“You were watching me,” Spiral says arrogantly. I stop above his face to look down at him, the fabric wrapping around my thighs and shoulders to keep me seated in the air as though on an invisible chair. “I want to know why.”
“Why was I watching you?” I ask, moving my leg so the silk slowly spins me. “Becaussse you’re a hypocrite.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that?”
“Your cock. Or cocksss.”
“How does that make me a hypocrite, Karma?”
I stop spinning, noticing he’s taken another step forward, his face inches away from my knees. “You hate my stitchesss, Sssspiral.”
“I hate you in general. Your stitches have nothing to do with it. But I don’t think you were watching me because of that. I think you were watching me because you liked what you saw.”
One of his hands reaches out to grab my knee, and he slowly pushes my leg to the side, the silk dragging me open. He takes another step to stop between my thighs, his face directly in front of my pussy and his shoulders forcing my legs to stay open.
“Am I right? Are you a dirty little liar who liked watching a clown get pumped with two cocks?”
I shake my head, the bells in my hair ringing around us.