Julie gasped and pulled her hand out of her pants, stepping back into the darkness and hoping against hope that she hadn’t been seen.
She peered down to the doors and felt her heart race as she saw him, the Ringmaster. Beside him stood the two brothers from earlier and though they were pretty tall they seemed completely overshadowed by him, even though he couldn’t have been much bigger than they were. It was like he had a presence that stretched far and wide around his actual physical body.
“I see her,” he said in his deep foreign voice, “you may leave us now.”
The two brothers walked away and the Ringmaster stepped up into the truck and began walking towards her. Even in the darkness his eyes shone and his wicked smile spread across his face as he approached her. Julie shivered. It was just like she’d imagined in her fantasy.
The Ringmaster sniffed the air as he came closer. “It smells like a wild animal in here… feral and potent, visceral.”
He arrived outside the bars and for the first time Julie could see his whole face. It was almost impossibly handsome, so dark and European. He reached through the bars and for a second Julie thought he’d snatch her and drag her towards him, when instead he elegantly presented his hand for a handshake.
“My name is Samuel Delacroix,” he said, “and I believe you have offended my circus.”
Julie came closer and tentatively reached out to shake his hand. When they touched it was like she’d been zapped with a hundred volts of electricity, shooting up through her wrist and lighting her whole body with sensation.
“I… I’m sorry,” she said.
The Ringmaster smiled, still holding her hand. His grip tightened slightly as though he bore no intention whatsoever of ever letting her go again. “What good is sorry after the fact?” he asked, “what is your name girl?”
“Julie, Julie Sampson,” Normally she wouldn’t have much appreciated being referred to as “girl”, but somehow when it was him it was different. It was maddeningly hot.
“Julie,” the Ringmaster smiled, “I don’t blame you for what you did, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my call. But the others, they feel you have affronted their art. They desire retribution Julie.”
Julie felt her loins go hot again as her juices started to flow. The way he spoke, it was like every single word was a command to obey. She felt weak, all her strength going to the wrist where he held her and the burning crevice between her legs.
“I have money,” she said, knowing only too well that this wasn’t about money at all.
The Ringmaster laughed darkly. “Oh, we have money,” he said, “more money than you can possibly imagine. If we are to right this wrong it will take a different kind of punishment.”
Julie knew exactly what kind of punishment he meant. Thinking about it made her heart race and her face flush.
“All you have to do is say yes,” the Ringmaster smiled. He reached underneath his cape and unclasped a small leather leash. He held it up for her to see, his fingers tightening on her wrist and his sparkling eyes almost yellow in the darkness. “Just say yes Julie and I will awaken you to a world of pleasures that you never thought possible.”
Her breathing heavy and uneven, Julie rocked herself towards him. “Yes,” she sighed.
***
“Ladies and gentleman!” the ringmaster bellowed, “you have spent the day entertaining the townspeople but now it is time for your own titillation! I present for your delectation, Miss Julie Sampson, hereafter to be known as Lady Worm!”
The big top erupted with cheers as the Ringmaster strode through the main entrance towards the center ring. In his hand he held the handle to the leather leash, the other end of which was tied around Julie’s throat. It was so tight that it stung the flesh underneath, but it was hardly the only pain she felt as she followed after him on her hands and knees. The rough ground was sore against her bare skin and the leather corset he had fastened around her waist was so tight that it was hard to breathe. He had stripped her of all other clothing.
The bleachers were even more filled out than they had been earlier, but now the audience was made up entirely of the strange gothic performers and freaks of the Hellfire Circus. They jeered and shouted at her as the Ringmaster led her towards the middle of the ring. Some even hurled soft tomatoes and plums.
Wincing, Julie looked ahead of her as she followed the Ringmaster. In her mouth he had inserted a metal bar-gag and it was causing her to drool at the corners of her lips despite any efforts to the otherwise. As she crawled forward she saw that the contortionist woman and the dwarf were already waiting ahead of them. The woman looked her up and down with sadistic glee and then stepped towards the Ringmaster. She wrapped her arms around him and they kissed long and hard as Julie watched helplessly from the floor. From the crowd someone hurled a hunk of fruit and it hit her square in the thigh, hard enough to leave a welt. She whimpered from the pain and the humiliation. The pain and humiliation that felt better than anything she’d ever known in her entire life.
The crowd roared and the Ringmaster turned and looked down at her. “Oh,” he sighed in mock sympathy, “did they hurt you, worm?”
Julie nodded her head, lost in the pleasure of such intense disgrace. Never in a million years could she have seen herself in such a position and yet now… She thought she might never be able to go back to normality ever again.
“Good,” the Ringmaster smiled, “you deserve to be punished, you dirty little slut.” He walked around to her side and lifted his boot, kicking her square in the leg and knocking her over.
She squeaked with pleasure and the crowd cheered.
“Look at you,” he continued, “You’re so worthless that you even desire to be treated that way. You’re pussy is bright red with lust, you filthy whore!”
He came closer to her again and turned her over on her back, holding the toe of his boot against her throat and looking down on her sternly.
“Francois!” he called, “Remove her gag and then get me my whip. I want to see what the worm has to say for herself before I punish her.”
The dwarf clown hurried over. “Yes master,” he called in a thick French accent.
He got down on his knees and leaned over Julie where she lay with the Ringmaster’s boot still against her throat. He pulled off her gag and smiled at her. “Oh she’s a pretty one, this one master!” he said.
“No! She is just a worm,” the Ringmaster replied, “and she is my worm, so keep your hands to yourself Francois. Fetch me my whip.”
The dwarf clown got up on his feet and hurried away.
“Well,” the Ringmaster said, peering down at her with delight, “have you anything to say worm?”
Julie stared up at him, she thought she might explode at any minute. The lights, the noises, the physical sensations, she was almost completely overwhelmed by it all. Whoever she was now, she was no longer Julie Sampson. Maybe she really was Lady Worm.
“I… I’m sorry,” she stuttered.
“Not good enough,” the Ringmaster shouted, “get back up on your hands and knees. Hurry up!”
Julie did as she was told and immediately the Ringmaster leaned down and wrapped his hand around her chin. He jerked her head to face the contortionist woman, who was watching her now with predatory hunger and licking her lips.
“Do you see that woman?” the Ringmaster asked, “that is my assistant Cassandra. Do you think she is beautiful?”
“Yes,” Julie whimpered.
A jolt of pleasure flashed in Cassandra’s green feline eyes. She began to rub her hands against her body through her tight silver jumpsuit.
“Do you think she is more beautiful than you, my pretty little worm?”
“Yes!”
“Good,” the Ringmaster smiled. He squeezed her cheeks tight one last time before letting go. He stood back up. “Cassandra,” he asked, “was that good enough for you?”
Cassandra shook her head girlishly. “No master,” she said and then looked down o
n Julie, her expression morphing into that of a sadistic predator.
“Then come over here and bind her arms.”
Cassandra squealed with delight and skipped over to Julie. She leaned down beside her and slid her fingers under Julie’s leather-bound breasts, sending sparks through her entire body. Julie had never been touched by a woman like this before. In fact she’d never thought that she would ever actually want to either.
Cassandra ran her sleek hands up over Julie’s throat and held her head rigid. She leaned down to her ear, her mouth so close that Julie could feel her hot breath.
“You belong to us now whore,” Cassandra whispered and then bit her ear.
She stood up abruptly and pulled Julie’s arms roughly behind her back, forcing her to fall forward face first on her chin. Cassandra tied a rope tightly around her wrists and then stood back.
“Thank you my love,” the Ringmaster smiled and suddenly Julie felt extremely jealous. She wanted his attention all to herself. Even if it was the harshest attention imaginable.
She could do nothing but listen as they kissed behind her and then Francois the dwarf returned with his master’s whip.
***
The Ringmaster strode a few feet in front of her, the scabrous handled of his whip gripped tightly in his hand. He turned towards her and narrowed his eyes.
“Come over here,” he ordered, “do as your master tells you, worm!”
Julie began to crawl towards him and he immediately lashed out with the whip, his hand moving like a piston, as the leather struck her naked ass.
She felt it before it started to hurt. It was almost cold, like freezing water had just spilled on her flesh from a great height, and then the burn started, erupting into red-hot searing pain. She screamed from the pleasure of the punishment. Never in her whole life had she envisioned that pain could be so gratifying.
“That’s it, that’s it.” The Ringmaster nodded, relishing her obvious enjoyment of his harsh treatment. “You are daddy’s little princess but you must be punished for your transgressions.”
“Yes master,” Julie moaned, her naked cunt clenching behind her and the audience of dark performers cheering them on.
“Are your binds too tight?” the Ringmaster asked, “Are they hurting you?”
Julie’s attention turned to the cutting sting of the rope around her wrists where Cassandra had tied her. “Yes master,” she moaned.
The Ringmaster smiled cruelly. “Good!” he roared and immediately lashed her with his whip again. The force of it rocked her whole body forward, the pain filling her with dark fire and intense lust.
“Now crawl over here and lick my boot,” the Ringmaster commanded, “lick it clean and maybe then I’ll fuck you the way you like.”
Julie moaned lustfully at the command and then crawled towards him, her movements stiff and awkward from her punishment. As she passed Francois the dwarf, she saw that he held in his hands a small tape recorder. He winked and blew a kiss at her as she moved closer to the Ringmaster.
Her master held out his black leather boot for her to lick. She looked up at him, pleading for mercy (or pretending to at least. The thought of such a depraved feat actually filled her with so much nameless excitement that she feared she might cum as soon as she tasted it).
“Go on,” he ordered.
“Yes master,” Julie whimpered and stuck out her tongue.
As she lapped at the shiny hard material the crowd around them erupted with cheers. It tasted slightly tinny and cool and she pressed her wet mouth all the way over it, sucking and licking with ever increasing fervor as the Ringmaster grunted with pleasure above her.
“My worm,” he said, “would you like to stay with your master forever? To leave your old life behind and enter a world of pleasure and sensation the likes of which you could never have imagined?”
Julie glanced up at him. Was he serious? Suddenly she was surprised to realize that she was, at least. In fact, there wasn’t anything in the world she would rather do. And besides, how could she ever go back to a normal life after this?
“Excellent,” the Ringmaster grinned with genuine joy. “I knew you would.” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Well what about it then?” he shouted, “Will we accept our Lady Worm as one of our own? Yay or nay?”
The crowd erupted in a cacophony of Yays and the Ringmaster laughed heartily.
“Very well,” he said, “then it’s settled. You are one of us now Lady Worm.” He reached down as if to stroke her cheek and then snatched up the handle of her leash instead. “Francois,” he called, “take the worm back to her cage.”
Julie looked up at him. “But…” she began, “master, I thought you were going to fuck me?”
The Ringmaster grinned at her cruelly. “Oh, I will,” he said, “but first you have to earn it. I will however permit you to touch yourself, but only for tonight. After that you must rest. You have a lot of work ahead of you my worm.”
He reached out and passed the leash to Francois.
“Hup!” the little clown ordered, “mush worm, mush, mush.”
As the whole circus laughed at her humiliation, Julie let herself be led away by Francois. It was degrading, frustrating and horrible. And God help her, but she loved every second of it.
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