Cirque Du Minuit

by Annabel Joseph

  “Naughty girl.” Her soft whimper of frustration was met by chuckles. She glanced at the table to find Guy and Jason masturbating. Theo only watched, sitting still.

  “Ah, I love gymnast asses,” Le Maître crooned. “So hard and round. You beautiful girl. Fucking your ass will be a dream. Tomorrow, I’ll be inside you, girl. Here.” He thrust a finger into her tiny hole, a blunt, unsettling invasion. He bit her shoulder as he pulled her closer, jamming his finger even deeper inside her. She arched and wriggled, feeling helpless and utterly submissive to him.

  You may not come. This is not about you. She was being used. She was being enjoyed by him. She was his animal, his creature. She felt like one of those otherworldly beings who peopled the Cirque’s many productions. She wasn’t herself anymore, but some lucky exotic pet with his cock filling her pussy and his finger roughly plumbing her asshole.

  Le Maître smelled of sex and rich cologne, a strange bittersweet scent. He was casting a spell, and she was so caught up in it that she pushed down her wildly flaring arousal. Submit. Submit to him. She heard his voice rumble against her ear as he lifted his head and drew his finger from her ass. “Come, Theo. Take her asshole and we will fill her up. Both of us.”

  Perhaps she tensed. Perhaps she moaned. Le Maître lifted her from his cock and turned her to face him. He looked into her eyes as he arranged her on his lap, voicing a stern warning. “You may not come. You understand, girl? One week.”

  “Yes. Yes, Master.” Her response sounded like a plea. He smiled and stroked her cheek as he pulled her forward and thrust into her again.

  “It’s hard, no? You want to come.”

  “Yes, very badly.”

  “But you are not going to. There will be consequences for disobedience, ma mignonne.” He punctuated that gently spoken threat with a deep stroke of his cock. She felt Theo’s warmth as he stood behind her, and cringed as he parted her ass cheeks, stroking cold lube along the cleft. Again, the quick, unsettling prod of a finger against her tightly resisting ring. She knew she had to relax, but her whole body was quivering with dread and desire. Don’t come. Don’t come...

  “Not too much, Theo,” Le Maître murmured. “Do not ease the way too much.”

  No, not too much. Please. If it hurt, she might be able to head off the massive, mounting orgasm twitching just beyond the reach of her determination. Le Maître grasped her waist and held her still, so she was pressed hard onto his cock. She held her breath, transported by all the sensations--his length touching her womb, his hands holding her trapped as Theo nudged the head of his cock against her ass. Le Maître shook her a little.

  “Breathe, silly girl. If you pass out, we’ll still fuck you. But it’s more fun if you’re awake.”

  “But--oh--” She groaned as Theo breached her and began to slide in. “If I-- If I’m awake-- I know I’ll come.”

  “No, don’t come. Concentrate. Think about what I want. That’s submission.” Le Maître stared into her eyes as he eased out of her, still holding her in an iron grasp. At the same time, Theo slid all the way deep into her ass. “Think about what we want,” Michel amended in a low voice. “Two men using you, taking their pleasure. Your warm, tight holes perfectly formed for us. You are ours.” He pressed her down on his cock again just as Theo pushed forward. She shuddered at the feeling of fullness, the feeling of abandoned lust and sex. Theo held her from behind, snaking fingers around to caress and pinch her nipples. She arched back to him, steeling herself against the heat that shot from her breasts straight to her clit. He pinched her harder, growling in a low, carnal voice.

  “No...” she whispered. “Please.”

  Le Maître chuckled and gave her a few quick thrusts. She bounced in his lap, braced from behind by the stiff cock in her bottom. The two men began to move in tandem, filling her, leaving her, and filling her again. She closed her eyes as they slid their hands over her in blazing trails of mastery. She didn’t know who squeezed, who pinched or scratched her, who twisted her nipples until she cried out in hoarse alarm. She only knew that it felt too good, that it felt too powerfully erotic to survive. Her orgasm was growing and expanding to the point she couldn’t call it back.

  She stifled a scream as her body contracted around the two cocks that impaled her. Hands covered her mouth and she heard more laughter. She endured another torturous pinch of both nipples as she writhed on the two rigid shafts within her. The pain only intensified her pleasure and panic, and she struggled against the hands that held her. She felt Le Maître jerk beneath her as Theo thrust balls-deep in her ass and groaned against her hair. The pulsing of the men’s tight-fitting cocks inside her triggered still more climactic aftershocks, so by the time she came to rest against Le Maître’s heaving chest, she was completely wrung out.

  Theo’s cock slipped from her ass. He knelt behind her and ran fingers up her back, making her shiver against Le Maître’s warm, furred chest. Le Maître slid gentle fingers into her hair, then grasped the roots in a brutal fist. She tried to pull away but he only gripped her hair harder.

  “You may be tired and satisfied, chérie, but your night is not over. I gave you instructions, yes, girl?”

  Kelsey’s heart beat wildly. He was hurting her, hurting her--

  “No! Yes! Yes, Master!” She tried to fight through the post-orgasm haze, through the pain of him yanking her hair from her scalp. “Yes, Master. You told me not to come. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I tried not to! It felt so good-- My body--”

  “You submissives always blame your bodies. As if you do not control this body of yours.” He squeezed the tip of one rigidly erect nipple. Even this aroused her. Her pussy clamped down on his still-hard cock and she made a faint whining sound for mercy. His grip tightened until she howled and struggled off his lap. She nearly fell but for the fingers wrapped in her hair. A crisp torrent of French, and one of his slave men scurried forward to remove his condom. She lost track of him as another came forward with a pair of clover clamps. The pet looked down at her from beneath a sweep of blond lashes.

  Le Maître called to the men at the table. “Gentleman, help me hold this bad little girl so she doesn’t end up injuring herself.”

  Guy took one of her arms, Theo the other. Jason still hung back, watching, but not unaroused. God, aroused, really. She’d never thought of him that way, as a sexual being, a dominant, but he was definitely getting off on her plight. Le Maître stepped in front of her and flicked her nipples, applying the clamps in two sharp bursts of pain. Still, still, even after her forbidden orgasm, she was turned on beyond bearing. Her breasts tortured her, Le Maître’s reproving tsks shamed her, and two men were holding her trapped for God knew what punishment, and still she would have fucked any one of them on a dime. She was that far gone.

  But then Le Maître took a coiled-up whip off the wall. It wasn’t some BDSM toy. It looked like a real stock whip, something you’d use to drive cattle. Something you’d use to torture someone. Kelsey gasped and struggled to pull away. She gazed at Theo in entreaty and his nearly imperceptible nod of reassurance was the only thing that saved her from complete breakdown.

  Le Maître disappeared behind her, and she heard a deafening crack. She waited for the slice, the excruciating contact, but felt nothing. A practice strike. She relaxed in relief, so when the pain actually came a moment later, the contact under her left shoulder blade, she was taken by surprise. It was a lick of fire, unbearable sting. She pulled at the hands holding her, but they were too strong. Another crack on her right ass cheek almost took the legs from under her. She tried to twist away, knowing she couldn’t bear that fiery pain again.

  “No...no...”

  Theo made her turn and stand straight. Before she could brace, the lash fell on her left buttock, and then again on the right side of her upper back. She sobbed, terrified. The noise alone was punishment enough, but the pain... She almost collapsed in relief as Le Maître walked across to the wall to return the whip.

  The men let her go, and Le
Maître came to stand before her, his eyes hard as stones. Four aching points on her back and buttocks throbbed as she quaked under his gaze. “The first thing I’ll ask when you come to me each day, little girl, is whether or not you have submitted yourself to my will and left your juicy little clit and pussy unsatisfied. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Kelsey sobbed.

  “If the answer is no, what do you imagine will happen to you?”

  Kelsey shook her head, speechless. Tears of fright ran down her face. She didn’t even want to guess.

  “Let me put it this way, mignonne. The punishment you just received is a warning, nothing more. A small fraction of the pain I can deliver to a submissive in need of correction.” He removed the nipple clamps, ignoring her gasps of pain and looking down his nose at her. “I promise, you will learn this lesson either way. And now, my naughty little one, you may leave with your Master. I will see you in my office tomorrow at five o’clock.”

  With those words, he turned and beckoned to his pets again, and returned to his chair. He didn’t look her way again, not even a glance, as Theo led her from the room.

  *** *** ***

  Theo guided Kelsey back to the dressing room outside the double door. He could feel her shivery panic through his fingertips. He drew her gently into his arms, holding her trembling form. She’d been so frightened. He was proud of her, her bravery and fortitude in the face of her fears.

  “Okay,” he said, holding her close. “It’s over. You’re okay.”

  “Am I-- Am I bleeding?”

  Theo ran his fingers over her back. “There are barely any marks.”

  Kelsey shuddered. “It felt like he was leaving marks.”

  “It’s the sound,” Theo explained. “It makes it seem worse than it really is. I wouldn’t have let him make you bleed. He wouldn’t have anyway.”

  “It hurt though,” Kelsey said. “It really hurt!”

  “I know. I know it hurt. You handled yourself beautifully.”

  She broke away from him, bursting into another torrent of tears. “How can you say that? He was disgusted with me. I made him so angry.”

  Theo took her face in his hands, brushing aside her tears. “Listen to me. What just happened was a scene. It wasn’t real. It was play. Fantasy.” Theo had warned her Michel would play hard with her. Somewhere along the line it must have started to feel real. “This is what he does, Kelsey. I’ve watched him with a lot of women and a lot of men. He liked you very much. He enjoyed you very much. To arrange to meet with you for a week? This is practically a marriage proposal in his world. You should be very proud.”

  “But I failed!” Kelsey said. “I wasn’t submissive enough. I came without permission. He thinks I need more training--”

  He put a finger over her lips. “Translated: This girl really excites me and I want to play with her some more. It’s a great privilege, a great opportunity.”

  “To have my ass fucked by him every day for a week?”

  “I can name about thirty men and women offhand in the company who would die for that chance. To meet with him alone in his office. To be the focus of his attention. It’s an opportunity to get closer to him. And believe me, he’ll make it a pleasure for you.”

  “But I won’t be allowed to come. For a whole week!”

  “Still,” Theo said, smirking. “You’ll enjoy it all the same.”

  Her trembling had subsided, replaced by a kind of sub drop. He needed to get her tucked safely away in bed before she dropped much further. “Come on, let’s get you into your clothes.”

  He had to practically dress her, and help her put in her earplugs, because her hands were shaking too much. “Do you want that drink now?” he asked as they made their way back through the club.

  “I just want to go home. I want to sleep. And I still want to come...Theo...”

  Theo gave her a pitying look. He couldn’t imagine how she would suffer, sexually tormented and teased all week and left unfulfilled. Oh well, that was why she got off on being a submissive. She liked pain and suffering. And Theo knew Michel would give her a just reward if she could survive his challenge.

  One week. Poor girl.

  At the residence, she pulled away from him in the foyer. “I want to go to my room. I want to be alone.”

  “No, you come to my place.”

  He led her up the stairs. They ran into Wayne on the landing. He spun to look at Kelsey. “What the hell? You okay, Kels?”

  Theo cursed at him in French and told him to mind his own business, and true to his wimp nature, Wayne did, scowling at Theo as he took himself off.

  In his room, Theo dragged Kelsey into the shower, then wrapped her in a blanket and held her another little while. He got up at one point to make coffee for himself, and brought her a sugar straw. She held it but didn’t eat it. Theo carried her to the bed, the sugar straw still clutched in her fist, and nestled her under the covers. She was restless, fighting sleep.

  “Do you have any questions?” he asked, stroking her arm.

  She thought a moment. “Is Michel gay or straight? In real life?”

  “Michel is…heteroflexible. But he prefers male slaves. They’re less squeamish when it comes to the things he likes. They can also take more pain.”

  “Have you ever had sex with him, Theo?”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “I just do.”

  “I haven’t. I’m not his type.” He kissed her forehead and then nuzzled her cheek. “Would you be jealous if I had sex with Michel?”

  She looked at him with those sleepy blue eyes, and asked a very direct question. “Were you jealous that he had sex with me?”

  Theo never lied. He gazed back at her and said, “Yes.”

  Chapter Thirteen: Submission

  Kelsey woke with a headache, naked and tangled in Theo’s arms. She was holding a bent Licky Stick which she vaguely remembered Theo giving to her. Well, if he’d given it to her, it was fair game. She ripped off the top and tilted it into her mouth. Ugh, sugar straws and morning mouth didn’t mix. Her jaw constricted and she almost choked, spewing powder out of her mouth. She was tempted to lick it back up off his blanket, but resisted. What a waste of a rarely given treat.

  God, she was a mess. How had she gotten herself into this? She was cruelly restricted from her favorite candy, and if she recalled the events of the night before accurately, she was also restricted from orgasming for a week. A week.

  And you love that, Kelsey. Yep, she could masturbate right now just thinking about it. Oh, but...she couldn’t.

  She moaned softly and Theo came awake beside her. “I won’t survive this,” she sighed against his neck.

  He took her empty candy wrapper and flicked it across the room. “I have faith in you. You’ll be alive and well a week from today, and I’ll be giving you zillions of orgasms to reward your devotion to your Master’s desires.” The way he said “zillions” with his French accent made her smile through her bleak mood.

  “Do you mean my Master Michel, or my Master Theo?”

  He shrugged and pinched her nipples. “Does it really matter? You’ll be getting cock from both of us, and nothing in return.”

  They headed in to rehearse at the usual hour, and everything seemed reassuringly normal after the strangeness of the night before. It was the circus; there were no secrets. If anyone had gossiped about her foray into the Back Room, everyone would know by lunchtime. Kelsey decided she didn’t care.

  She was focused completely on Theo, on their act. The silks felt natural to her now, the strain and stretch in her muscles an enjoyable challenge rather than a trial. In rehearsals, Theo became so much more to her than her lover, her Master. He was an artist. He was patient and expressive. He was strong and agile and effortlessly skilled. She dreamed about his hands sometimes, their strength and the way his fingers felt as they clenched around hers. His hands sometimes felt like her whole world.

  They were practicing in the air now, high, at
fifty feet. In a few weeks time they would be flying together over thousands of spectators in the round. Cirque du Minuit would become a regular show, staged and set. It would be performed eight times a week, and she and Theo would be a great part of it, the final showpiece of many breathtaking and dramatic acts.

  They worked out and practiced a little more after lunch, and then Kelsey started to get nervous about the meeting to come. I will see you in my office tomorrow at five o’clock. She’d never been to Lemaitre’s Marseille office. She’d have to leave early in case she got lost. She always seemed to find trouble when she got lost. At four o’clock Theo told her to go shower, and that he’d see her at home.

  This time, she had to face Le Maître alone.

  She was showered, dressed, and ready to go by four-twenty. Great. That left ten minutes to find his office and another half hour to wait, getting more and more nervous.

  “Kelsey?”

  She spun in the hall to find herself face to face with Jason Beck. Most awkward encounter ever. He looked different to her now. Oh, he had the same clean-cut good looks, the same casual coach demeanor. But she saw other things in his eyes now. A hint of erotic assessment she hadn’t noticed before. She laughed nervously.

  “Imagine meeting you here.”

  Jason smiled. “I was down for a few days from Paris, checking out some of the acts, working with a few of the tumblers. I was going to look you up and see how you were doing.” His expression grew pained for a moment. “Kelsey...last night... I didn’t know you were going to be there. I’m sorry if my presence created any...additional discomfort for you.”

  Kelsey really laughed then. It was so ridiculous, his apology, his formality after last night’s events. “I was...” She practically choked on her laughter. “I was so uncomfortable most of the time, I don’t know that you could have made it any worse.”

  Jason laughed too, and then they were hugging each other like old times. After a moment, they collapsed on a nearby bench. Jason gazed over at her with the usual note of recrimination, but some admiration too.