29. Spiral
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SPIRAL
Amuzzle.
He’s put me in a fucking muzzle.
“This is brilliant,” Soren snickers, tugging me across the grass with a hand on the back of my neck like I truly am a dog. “I’m glad I got Micha to pick this up. Such a nice surprise, don’t you think?”
“I’m going to kill you,” I snap, but it comes out slightly muffled.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you behind your muzzle.”
He definitely heard me.
I lash out, trying to scratch at his arm, but this fucker is like three times the size of me.
“Karma needs you,” he grunts as we approach the back of the tent, and that makes me stop fighting. I’ve not seen my dead girl since before they threw me in the cage. “You’ll fuck her until she wrings you dry, and then you go back into the cage.”
“You three can’t please her?” I mock, and he pins me with a glare.
“Just do as you’re told, clown. Karma needs it, and you won’t stop until she’s finished being feral. Or at least less feral. Succeed, and I’ll bring you a bottle of whisky.”
He’s convincing me to fuck Karma, but I need no convincing. Zero. Zilch.
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.
“You want me to fuck her?” I shout, and I turn my head to look at the de facto leader of the group. “The muzzle comes off.”
If anyone should be wearing a muzzle here, it’s Karma. She’s the cannibal, after all, with razor-sharp teeth. They want me in a muzzle so they have another reason to liken me to a dog.
Arlo steps forward and pulls away the entrapment, earning glares from Soren and Micha, but he ignores them and watches Karma. He cares more about her pleasure than he does about their mockery of me.
I don’t bother thanking him. I grab Karma’s face with one hand and wrap my arm around her waist with the other, the tip of my cocks pressing to her entrance.
“Come on, Karma. Beg to be double-stuffed. Let me hear you sing.”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t fuck me right now.”
I laugh in her ear. “You can’t touch me right now, dead girl. So say pretty please, and I’ll fill you in one go.”
I can hear her sharp teeth grinding together before she relents and says, “Pretty please.”
“I love training you,” I taunt before rewarding her.
She stretches around me instantly as I thrust forward.
Anyone else would scream out in pain—I’m reminded of when Karma herself did that—and fight me, but Karma’s moan is loud and exquisite.
Because she feels no pain. Because she has no soul.
“There it is. My beautiful cunt. All three of them can’t fuck you like I can. ”
The constant pound in my head dulls; it confirms that our previous time in the forest wasn’t a facade, wasn’t a mix of the drugs and alcohol and pussy. It is Karma. Truly Karma. She numbs, dulls, fixes.
“You fix me,” I grunt in her ear, adoring how she can’t make noise with how hard I use her.
The sound of us echoes around the room, and I get sick satisfaction knowing three men are watching me use and abuse their beloved woman, restrained in her own silk.
“You’re better than any alcohol, any drug, any painkiller.
You are my resolution, and that is dangerous.
You are dangerous. This pussy is dangerous. ”
“You ssstill can’t kill me,” she whispers, eyes trained on someone behind her. She’s watching them, but she’s being ruined by me.
“When I’m in this pussy, I don’t want to. That dog collar around your throat is the only thing protecting you. My only reminder that you belong to Kreo.”
She’s been acting against him, doing everything she knows she’s not allowed to, but with that collar on, she’s still his.
“It’s not a dog collar,” she spits, but her defensiveness proves she knows damn well it is.
Kreo controls us all. He owns us all.
He picked us up, saved us from a life of anguish and uselessness. For that, we have him to thank.
“Arlo,” she calls out quietly, and he’s immediately by her side.
“Yes, Karma?”
“Take it off.”
I stop, stilling inside her at the hilts of both cocks, staring down with wide, angry eyes.
I can’t look away as Arlo tentatively brings his hands up, and Karma’s evil orbs never leave mine, watching my reaction intently.
I can’t school my face as the black material falls open, and Arlo drags it away, throwing it somewhere on the floor like it’s nothing.
I can’t move, shocked to my core, staring at the stitches in a line that circle her neck and keep her head attached to her body.
She’s committed the final act of defiance against Kreo.
“What did you just do?” I whisper, and she smirks.
“I’m never putting it back on. Kreo can’t control me anymore.”
“He’s your owner.”
She shakes her head. “He’s my creator. I am the showgirl. That’s it.”
Arlo swipes the back of his hand across her cheek, gazing across her face with soft pride.
But I’m furious.
My hand moves from her pigtail to her throat. “He made you, you ungrateful thing. You belong to him.”
“No, you do,” Micha interjects. “Karma is ours now. If she wants to continue working here, she can. But she has free will, like the rest of you.”
I laugh loudly. “Free will? Free fucking will?” I pull out and slam into her.
“None of us have free will. We’re all broken, tainted, ruined.
We can’t go anywhere else.” Her eyes bore into mine, her pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go.
“Don’t insult me with free will ever again.
None of you have true free will. And Karma?
You will never—” I slam into her with the force that makes the silk stretch.
“—ever—” A second time. “—be free.” A third time, and she screams out, tightening her hands around the fabric and convulsing as her orgasm overtakes her body.
Sparks singe the fabric, making my cocks tingle in a way I’ve never experienced, and my teeth dig into my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed with the difficulty of forcing back my own orgasm.
She gets three before I paint her insides.
Two to go.
“No wonder your boys can’t please you. This pussy suctions like it’ll die without cum.” I scoff and wrap my hand back around her stitched throat. “Another one, dead girl. Give me another one.”
My balls slap against her ass with every thrust, and when Arlo reaches over to pinch her nipples, she cries out again. More pathetic, more tired. Her pussy twitches, her sparks shine brighter, and it’s another fight to hold myself back as a second orgasm waves over her.
The electricity in her body may be whirring harder, but I can see the fatigue slowly beginning to creep over her.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan, working her cunt through the last of it, but I don’t stop.
Her head leans back, body succumbing to exhaustion.
Maybe this is what she needs. Four of us, five cocks, every night for a chance to be satiated.
“One more. One last one. Then you’ll sleep, but I won’t stop there.
I’ll come for you when you least expect it, Karma. ”
I should mean to kill her, but deep down, I know that’s not why I’d be sneaking into her tent in the middle of the night. It would be to use her unconscious body until she’s wrung me out.
“You got this, baby,” Arlo whispers, caressing her body like he truly cares about her. The way he’s looking at her, the way they’re all looking at her… It makes me pound into her harshly, the possessive need to be better than them overtaking me. I’m not a jealous person until it comes to Karma.
Her pussy is so warm, so tight. My balls tighten with oncoming pleasure, but I don’t want it to end, don’t want the pain to come back.
She tugs her head back up to look at me, eyes half-delirious from orgasms and exhaustion.
I’ve never seen her so submissive, and knowing it was me who brought her this far makes me rub her clit in circles to drag her over the final edge.
It’s weaker than the rest of her orgasms, and the voltage isn’t as strong, as though I’ve truly satiated her, and I grunt out my release when both my cocks fill her full of cum.
I keep dragging in and out of her pussy as the pleasure slowly subsides, and I can feel the distant pain returning.
Before I can comprehend anything, I’m pulled away, my cocks slipping free, and thrown to the floor.
Soren straddles me, but I’m too preoccupied with the growing pain in my head to care as he shoves the muzzle over my head.
“She will be free from this place, clown. I’ll make sure of it,” Soren whispers, and his voice has a hard edge that makes me think he doesn’t just mean free of Kreo’s ownership. He means free of Kreo entirely, of his circus, of me.
He’s going to take my Karma.