Page 6 of Ensnared

“What can I get you, beautiful?” She smiles, her red striped sleeveless corset top barely containing her round breasts. She looks down, noticing I’m staring at them, and starts to laugh. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have a taste, baby.” She says so casually, it shocks me.

“Let’s double the fun, and I’ll join in too, babygirl. Tell me, have you ever been filled up while getting your pussy licked?” The barman next to her says, biting his full lips. He has short black curls, and his skin is dark, with a beautiful glow to it. His chest is bare and muscular. I can feel my cheeks heating up from their vile words, but I can also feel my panties growing wet, and I start clenching my thighs.

“I-I’ve never–” The girl moans and grabs a lock of her long blonde hair. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, baby?” She turns to the man next to her, “I love it when they are inexperienced Markus.” She says, as if I’m not there anymore. “She’ll be so fucking tight Angie,” Markus groans, grabbing his bulge through his pants. I should hate the way they are talking to me, hell, I’ve killed two men who tried to do the same thing to me, but this, this feels different. I like it, I feel wanted, and that feels so fucking good.

“Take our shift, Abel!” The woman shouts to someone on her right, and both of them jump over the bar right towards me. The woman –Angie—stands in front of me in nothing but her small top and a red thong. Is everyone supposed to be half-naked here? I look around, seeing some people more covered than others, but there’s a lot of skin everywhere. Big hands cup my breasts from behind, startling me, as I had been so entranced by Angie, I hadn’t noticed Markus come up behind me.

“Come on, Markus, let’s take her to a more comfortable location.” She winks at me, holding out her hand for me to take. I take it cautiously, and Markus' hands pull away from my breasts. He shifts to stand next to me, resting his hand at my ass instead as we walk, as if he doesn’t want to let me go.

They walk me over to the right of the tents, where rows of beds are placed. There are loud moans coming from them, and a couple of them seem to be already occupied with lust-filled people doing all kinds of things to each other. Not everyone made it to the beds either; some are just on the floors or against the wall. There’s a woman to my right on her knees sucking one man’s dick, while there’s another man on his back tonging her pussy and stroking his own dick at the same time. I never knew sex could be like this.

“Like what you see, babygirl?” Markus whispers against the shell of my ear, his hand squeezing my ass. I moan from his touch, not knowing where that came from. I’m never like this, but they are bringing something unknown out of me.

“Y-yes,” I say so quietly, I’m not sure they actually heard me. Angie laughs and sits down in one of the beds, patting her hand to the empty space next to her. I follow her instructions, sitting down next to her. She shifts to open the strings on the back of her corset. The moment they loosen, her full breasts spill free from her top, instantly making my mouth water. Markus then unbuttons his pants, letting his full length jump free.

“You going to join us, beautiful?” Angie playfully asks, pulling her thong down. I hesitate for a second, but then Markus grabs his cock and starts to rub his thumb over the tip. My clothes are far from fancy; my shirt has holes and is worn out, and my pants are a size too big. Everyone else here looks like they never have to worry about these things, so why would these two perfect-looking people suddenly be interested in me?

“Don’t think, babygirl, just do,” Markus tells me. I nod at him, then stand back up, and pull my shirt over my head. I didn’t bother to wear a bra today, something I regretted before, but now feel glad I didn’t. Then I move my hands to my pants, opening my belt. Since they are a size too big, I don’t even need to unbutton them for them to fall down. I’m completely bare in front of them, with both of their eyes on me, then I notice their pupils have grown bigger, until their eyes no longer hold their color, looking completely black. Is that normal? I heard that when people focus on something, their pupils dilate slightly to help them see better, but I didn’t know it could be this much.

Markus spits on his cock, while Angie guides me on to the bed, leaning me back. She places her finger against my clit and starts to flick it, causing me to moan. Markus slides in the bed behind me and grabs my hips, pulling my back to his chest. He lifts me to hover over his dick, and guides my pussy to his tip. He pulls me down, making his cock split me open in one swift movement. The pain is so sharp, I cry out, and he groans, pulling my back to his chest with his hand on my throat.

“FUCK! You are so tight. You take my cock so well baby, keep screaming for me!” He moans out while squeezing my throat slightly. He’s moving underneath me, and I try to move with him, but it’s not easy in this position, especially when everything feels the way it does right now.

“Relax your limbs baby, it’ll feel better.” Markus says, kissing my cheek before he licks it. Soft hands grab my legs, opening them wider. I snap my eyes open, not realizing I had closed them, seeing Angie between them. She places her hand against my center.

“That’s it, baby, take his cock. Fuck, I can see your blood dripping down his shaft. You are going to taste so good,” she moans, spitting on my pussy. She licks up Markus' shaft, all the way to my clit in one smooth lick. The moment she reaches my clit, she circles her lips around it and starts to suck.

“OHMYYY—” I scream out of shock, and blind pleasure tears through me. “That’s it! Scream it out. Your soul tastes so divine, baby.” Markus groans, biting into my shoulder, then I feel a sharp pinch come from it. It hurts so bad, and I can feel that he broke my skin, and the pain mixing with the pleasure is making it harder for me to get off. Did he just say soul?

“Fuck her harder, Markus. I want more of her blood, none of the others have tasted this good,” Angie grumbles against my core. Wait what? Markus groans in response, licking my shoulder at the spot where he bit me. I turn my head to the side, seeing blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a smile playing on his lips. What the fuck is this? I try to pull away, but Markus' hand tightens around my throat, making it harder to breathe.

“The more you struggle, the worse it’ll get, baby. Just let us take what we need.” He grunts against my ear, causing me to whimper. Then I feel a sharp pain in my clit, and when I look down, I see Angie has bitten it so hard that there's more blood. She laps at the blood like a starved vampire, then she starts to bite my pussy lips and my groin, then moves to the insides of my thighs, leaving bloody bitemarks all over. Am I going to die?

“That’s enough, Angie. I haven’t even coated her with my cum yet.” Markus snaps at her. She looks up, and starts to pout at him, blood dripping down her chin. Oh my god?!

Markus pushes my body forward, finally letting me gasp for more air, as he releases my throat. I start to cough, and I can hear the faint laughter of a woman, while the room around me starts to spin. Sharp nails grab my hair, pulling my head backward into a painfulful position. I can’t see much of anything anymore, and the whole room becomes a blur of colors, all while I can feel Markus pounding inside of me from behind. It hurts, but it also feels like my skin is electrified. I can’t help but moan out. Everything hurts, but feels so good at the same time. I feel something slick and warm suddenly rest against my mouth and nose, and I try to move my head because it’s making it hard to breathe, but whatever it is feels heavy.

“That’s it, baby! Eat my pussy, be a good girl now!” Someone shouts, but I can’t fully take in the words. Then suddenly, all of the feelings are gone, and breathing becomes easier again. I think I am on my back now, and there's no more heaviness, or anymore pounding. I don’t even know where I am currently. I look down at myself seeing blood and bitemarks all over my body, as if someone tried to eat me.

“Calm down, girl, you’ll be alright!” I can hear someone’s deep voice say next to me. I can feel this strange, cold tingling sensation surge through my body, like I've been doused in cold water on a hot day. It feels so good, and all my aches and pains dissipate, but I still can’t see anything. Then everything turns black.

* * *

I groan as I slowly wake up, a sharp pain in my head, and my throat feels so dry that I try to smack my mouth to try and get it wet again, but it’s not helping. There’s a bright blinding light, but I try to see past it. Squeezing my eyes to focus a little better, I look around and see I’m inside a red tent. Where am I? Wait?! My body! The people! I tilt my head down, trying to find my bloody, mangled body, and see I’m wearing a white dress, with no signs of any blood in sight. I frown and try to sit up, looking underneath the dress, my skin looks flawless and smooth, the birthmark against the cleave of my breasts is gone, and so are the stretch marks on them. This is not my body. What the fuck!

“Ah, you’re awake," a deep voice says. I look to my left and see a man standing there. He’s very tall, muscular, and he has medium black hair, with black kohl lines under his eyes and at his mouth making it look like a creepy black smile. “Finally! Now, what is your name, Little Flame?” The man asks, and as I open my mouth to answer, something about him makes me want to run to him and hold him until everything makes sense again. He feels like what a father would be like.

“A-Astra, s-sir,” I stutter out, my throat feeling drier than it did before. The man lifts the water bottle he’s holding, handing it to me. I sit up straight, and take it from him, immediately taking a sip. The water feels cold and eases the dry ache in my throat, but it doesn’t quench my thirst. Instead, I whimper and drink the whole bottle.

“I know, baby, I know. You’ll get what you truly need soon. But now I need you to stay calm. Can you do that, Little One?” He asks me, resting his hand against my cheek in a form of affection. I never had a father, but he would be what I imagine a father is like. I nod at him in response. My body doesn’t hurt like it did before, but I swear those people were starting to eat me. I can’t explain it any other way. Was it a dream? Did I pass out and imagine the whole thing? It felt so real. Why am I so thirsty?

“Calm down, Little Flame,” the man warns me the moment he sees my eyes widening, and my breath hitching, seeing the panic cross my face. He taps his walking stick against the ground three times, and suddenly the door opens behind him with someone holding the same woman from my dream, the same one who started to eat me. Only now, her hair is sticking to her face; once blonde, it is now covered in blood, and her face is stained with tears, her lips and chin still red with blood. Her eyes keep dilating, going from black to blue, back to black again, like they can’t make a choice.

“Fuck you!” The woman screams as she spits at the man’s shoes. He looks down, then suddenly he slams the stick against the back of her head, causing her to whimper from the pain. He grabs her by her hair and pulls her to me. “Kiss her.” The man demands, and I frown at him. Kiss her? Why would I do that? He looks at me as if I have no choice but to obey. The need to please him fills me, and I grab her face with both of my hands, kissing her lips. They feel fiery, yet also sweet. My whole body shudders, and I moan out from the sensation. I feel like I’m floating, as if I can do anything. I deepen the kiss, feeling the woman squeal beneath my touch, but I can’t stop. I need more, I need it all. I take, until the woman falls limp in my hands, and I let go, finally opening my eyes. Everything is so clear; I can see better, and I can feel the puffs from the man's breath against my forehead. I look up, thinking he’s leaned in closer to me, but in reality, he’s still as far away as he was before. I frown, looking down and see the woman's lifeless body on the floor beneath me, her skin ashen grey, and her eyes seem dried out and gone. Her mouth is opened in a silent scream.

“Better, isn’t it, my sweet?” He smiles. I smile back, because it really is. I have never felt this good before, and I never want to feel anything, but this, ever again.

“Welcome to The Colony Carnivale, my sweet Carnie.”