Page 8 of Ensnared

She lets go of my hair, and pulls me forward to where the other women are dancing, turning to start dancing with me. Her hands slide all over her body in such a way that I can’t stop staring at her. Her movements start making her skirt rise higher, causing the need to pull it all the way up so I can see all of her to rise within me.

I start to dance with her, but then hands grab my arm, spinning me around. When I’m turned, I come face to face with a man that seems so familiar, yet I can’t figure out where I would know him from. He’s tall, bald with tattoos on his head, and he’s holding a cane with black and red stripes with an iron bear head sculpted atop in his other hand. Why do I feel like I need to remember him?

“Hands off Xander, she’s mine!” Astra hisses at him, pulling me out of his grip. The man scoffs, taking a step closer.

“I bought her before you got your whore hands on her. Besides, this cunt has caused damages she needs to pay for!” He angrily spits out. Astra pushes me behind her, and crosses her arms.

“I don’t care. She. Is. Mine.” She reaches inside the top of her corset, pulls out a knife, and points it at him.

“I’d be careful Xander, your next words might be your last.” She grits through her teeth. The man–Xander—sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are not going to kill me over this skank, Astra. I need retaliation.” He tells her, saying the last word in a more serious tone. Astra scoffs, and holds the knife a little lower to where his crotch is.

“Don’t dare me Xan. You don’t know what I’m capable of.” Xander takes a step closer, making the tip of the knife touch the fabric, right where the bulge of his cock is.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time baby.” He laughs. “Would you rather I get Dario to solve this little issue of ours?” Astra lowers her knife and sighs.

“What kind of retaliation are we talking about?” She asks, annoyed. This whole thing is starting to anger me. They keep talking as if I am not standing here, yet her protectiveness over me makes me want to hold her in my arms and kiss her until we can’t breathe.

“Put her out for the hunt.” He smiles and I frown at his suggestion. “What hunt?” I ask and they both turn to look at me.

“What did I do to cause trouble? I have only been with Astra this whole time.” Xander laughs again, and when Astra looks at me, the left corner of her mouth tilts up, making her smile seem a little more sinister. The room suddenly starts to spin, and I raise my hand to look at it, noticing I have a lot more fingers than I had a couple of seconds ago. My skin also starts to turn from pink to blue, then to green, and the sounds around me are sounding more distorted.

“What’s happening to me?” I say in a gasp. Suddenly, Astra and the man next to me start to laugh loudly, the sound ringing around my head, then I see their laughing faces floating around me as if to mock me. Am I losing it?

Hands are touching my body now, and I can’t help but moan. Then I feel cool air brush over my naked, sensitive skin. Wait? When did I get naked? I look down, seeing my breasts and stomach are now painted with a yellow neon colour, with what looks like a strange symbol, and then something fills my body, making everything feel as if I’m going to explode from ecstasy. I moan loudly, then I hear voices around me telling me I’m a good girl, and I hear my name over and over again. Something wet touches my forehead and cheeks, then I see neon green fingers, before my eyes close again, and everything goes black.

Chapter 10

Astra

“Fine. I’ll get her out to the hunt, but first I want to enjoy her.” I snap at Xander, his smug smile telling me he’s excited. The hunt is one of the games I had invented to keep things interesting around here. I am the Carnie after all, games are my forte. Well, this, and my famous cookies. They are made with love, and the blood of those who didn’t survive our Carnivale.

I turn to look at Penny again; my sweet is starting to feel the workings of the drink I had given her earlier. Her pupils are dilating, and I smile thinking about all the fun we are going to have now. She keeps staring at her hand, as if she’s growing a second one. I walk up to her, letting Xander watch us, as I use the knife in my hand to cut her expensive blue dress off of her perfect body. Her lush tits greet me, and I see the size and how perfectly placed they are. I already know these must have cost a lot to look like that. Fucking rich people.

I have always hated them, seeing how much I had to suffer to get by with my mom, and then these people just get everything thrown their way. Even though this girl has pulled my interest in a way no one else ever has, I still resent her slightly for it.

I cut the dress the rest of the way off, so she's completely bare in front of everyone, except the knives tied to her thigh. Xander walks up next to me, staring at her body in obvious hunger.

“I won’t share this one,” I grunt out at him, making him chuckle.

“A shame! I know how much you love to share, my sweetness.” Xander whispers into my ear, his hand sliding underneath my skirt, gliding his pointer finger over my wet cunt. “You are so wet for us baby. Let me make you feel good, while you play with your little toy.” I slap his hand away. “Not today, Xander.” I snap at him, moving to stand next to my Penny. Xander laughs. “You’ve got it bad girl, be careful. Unless you’d let Dario choose her, you can’t keep her.” He says, before he walks away, leaving us.

I scoff at him. He needs to mind his own business. Besides, Dario told me himself that he found her interesting. I just need to prove to him she’s worthy, and the hunt could be very helpful for just that.

I grab Penny’s hand to help guide her out since she is too out of it from the drink, and we walk outside, while the rest have started fucking and sucking each other. I look to the entrance, and see Xander on his knees, sucking another visitor’s cock like it’s his favorite lollipop. Small moans leave Penny’s lips, each sound making me wetter than the last. I need her soon, or I might actually die from need. I lead her outside the tent, towards my arcade. I need to grab the paint and some toys from my desk. After I have what I need, I guide her to walk through the back door, where a small field is ready, along with self-made boobytraps for the hunt. I pull her to lay down on the field, smiling at the sight of her, as her fingers graze the grass. She’s whimpering from need, with the drink stimulating her to the point of orgasm, without even being touched. Unable to wait any longer, I straddle myself over her, with my legs trapping her body between them. Leaning down, I kiss her nipples, immediately satisfied when I see the print of my lipstick left behind on each. I quickly open my corset letting my breasts spill out, then raise my skirt higher up so my pussy is bare for her. I rub my clit against hers, while lifting her hands, making her hold my breasts.

“You are so wet, baby. You need me just as much as I need you.” I whisper in the shell of her ear. I know she’s so high she can’t fully hear what I say, but it doesn’t matter. Each touch I give her causes her to moan harder. I grab the double sided dildo I brought, and push one end inside of her wet pussy. It slides in fast, and I hear her moan my name. I slide the other end of the dildo inside of myself, rocking against her. Fuck, this feels so good.

“Astra, please,” she moans, needing more of me. I grab the paint and start to draw the icons on her naked flesh. Once I’m done, I lean down and bite her nipple, pulling it with my teeth. She’s screaming from pleasure now, and I can feel her body tighten from her orgasm, but I’m not done with her yet, not by a long shot.

“That’s it baby, cum on me. You are such a good girl, taking my dildo like a whore. You love it don’t you.” I tell her, as she whimpers beneath me. Her sounds are illuminating my skin, and if I didn’t know before, I definitely do now; her body and soul belong to me. And I will do anything to keep this rich girl whimpering beneath me… and sometimes on top of me. Once my orgasm reaches its highest point, I pull the dildo out of myself, then out of my girl. She whimpers from the loss, ready for more. This fucking drink is my favorite thing from this whole Carnivale right now.

“You got me so wet baby, clean up my pussy.” I tell her right before sitting on her face, and rubbing myself against her. Right as I say the final words, her tongue starts to penetrate me, with her teeth scraping my clit, and it feels so fucking good, I’m seeing stars.

“Yes baby, yes.” I tell her, pinching and kneading my own breasts, while riding her face. I might have been the first woman she’s ever been with, but she’s skilled enough to know she was made to please me. Her hands suddenly grab my ass. I had expected her to do it to lift me up for a breath, but instead, she holds me tighter in place, lapping and tonging my pussy as if she’s a starved woman.

“FUCK BABY! YES! MORE!” I scream out. I can feel another orgasm coming, so I let go, coming all over her face, while she moans against me, taking it all.

I rise off her face and laugh, seeing that her mouth is wet from my cum, her lips red and swollen. Fuck, this is a sight I could never tire of. I wipe my cum off her face with my fingers, licking it off, one by one. Then I lay next to her, pushing two fingers inside her mouth. She starts licking and sucking them, like she immediately knew how to please me. I slap her swollen pussy hard, causing her to whimper and moan from my touch. I press my thumb against her clit roughly, and push my fingers deeper into her throat, making her gag.