Chained in the Demon's Lair (Hellfire Circus)

Also by Crystal
De la Cruz:

Hellfire Circus Volume One

By

Crystal De la Cruz

Published by The Blue
Bouzouki Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Crystal
De la Cruz

It was dark and warm, humid even, in the way
that the engines of an enormous cargo ship must be be, its
labyrinthine passageways filled with the strident hiss of thick
steam and the grunts of muscular stevedores shoveling coal. Or so
Julie imagined, since she’d never actually been anywhere remotely
near the engines of a cargo ship. In fact, she’d never been on any
kind of ship at all.

Just eight months ago she’d been a
reporter for a small-town Minnesota newspaper, a job that was even
less exciting than it sounded and she’d never strayed much further
than the county line. Back then she’d never imagined anything much
of interest at all could ever happen to her, but now here she was,
stripped down to her underwear in some kind of industrial holding
cell, with a shiny chrome collar locked tight around her throat,
the other end chained to a bolt in the metal wall. She’d been taken
here by an elegant femme fatale (a woman she’d scorned by winning
the love of her beau) and the handsome, yet irrevocably cruel
cowboy, whom all the evidence seemed to suggest, was not even human
at all. One thing was for sure, Julie wasn’t in Minnesota
anymore.

***

She lifted her chain and dragged it as
quietly as possible over to the corner of the small metal room. She
was fairly certain that whatever the original purpose of this
diminutive room had been, it was likely not intended for housing
prisoners. There wasn’t even a bench, let alone a bed. It was
probably supposed to be a storage area or something, Julie guessed.
Or, judging by the apparent impenetrability of its walls, a
safe.

But there was one flaw in the fortress, a
tiny air vent in the lower corner of the room which led directly
out into a wide open space, a huge chamber that had filled Julie
with a mixture of dread and awe the first time she’d seen it. It
looked like something out of a James Bond movie. All over the room
there was high-tech computer equipment and machinery, all pointing
towards a huge computer screen on the far wall. Just who the hell
were these people, she wondered?

Well she knew the answer to half that
equation at least. The woman who’d brought her at gunpoint to this
place (or at least as far as the truck that brought them here. The
truck where Julie had been blindfolded and knocked unconscious
before presumably being crammed into the trunk like some
disorganized traveler’s cheap luggage) was Cassandra, the
unofficial second in command of the Hellfire Circus. And the
Hellfire Circus was the carnival of sexual expression that had
changed Julie’s life and awoken her to pleasures like she’d never
dreamed of. Unfortunately, as she was starting to learn, there was
a dark side to the circus too…

Julie didn’t know who the other guy was, that
steely-eyed and infinitely dark cowboy, who commanded Cassandra’s
every move with a gravelly voice that was friendly at the same time
as it was contemptuous, all the while brimming with a dark
undercurrent of seductive control. Whoever he was, he was almost
infinitely powerful and by some of the things that he alluded to,
Julie had begun to doubt if he was even a man at all.

But one thing was for certain. The cowboy had
some unfinished business with Julie’s lover and personal dom, the
Ringmaster of the Hellfire Circus. From what Julie could deduce,
the Ringmaster had slighted him sometime long ago, in a way that
had irked him enough to make a pledge for tireless vengeance. And
now here he was.

As Julie crept over to the vent, bending
down on her bare knees to get a closer look, she spied the cowboy
striding across the huge command center like some kind of timeless
general, with the garb of the civil war on his back and the
machinery of the most up-to-date international conflicts at his
disposal. Julie suspected that the weaponry available to him in his
own arsenal was even more fantastical than anything human science
could ever conjure up, even in the modern age.

She froze as the c
owboy began to speak.

“Cassandra, you little shit! Where are you
hiding?”

His voice was a cool, Southern drawl,
always flowing just at its own pace, and in everything he said it
was impossible to tell whether he was joking or not.

“I’m here,” Cassandra returned from somewhere
out of Julie’s line of sight. “And I wasn’t hiding, I was just
trying to fix up a few of these fallen desks. This place is a
pigsty.”

The cowboy chuckled. “Well that’d be fine
and well if I’d told you to darlin, but since I didn’t you’re in
danger of simply getting on my nerves. And you know what happens
when people get on my nerves?”

“No sir,” Cassandra replied, a faint tremble
in her voice.

“Oh,” the cowboy grinned, and for a second
Julie caught a dolorous glimpse of a silver twinkle in his eye,
like a cold star at the outer-limits of a godless universe. “All
sorts of things…”

He stepped towards the sound of
Cassandra’s voice, walking in a slow cowboy strut. “C’mere,” he
said, “Soon enough our friend Samuel will arrive and I’ll have to
go out and make him dance for me. (and don’t worry sugar, I’ll make
sure he knows exactly what you did to him) but first, I want to
blow off some steam. Get over here and let me fuck you girl. You
know how good I can make you feel.”

Julie clasped a hand over her mouth as she
repressed a silent gasp. She watched as Cassandra walked in
resignation slowly towards the center of the room, where the amused
cowboy waited in the middle of all those fancy computers, a wicked
smile on his handsome jaw being the only thing that showed beneath
the brim of his ancient Stetson hat. Beneath his dusty black jeans,
Julie could see the shape of a bulging cock press out against the
confines of the denim. The cowboy might not have been human, but he
certainly had all the constituent parts.

***

Julie inched closer to the air vent, the
flesh of her bare legs brushing against the smooth cool metal
beneath her, as she watched Cassandra come silently to the cowboy’s
fore and obey his unspoken command to kneel. Despite her
catastrophic circumstances (or perhaps
because
of them, Julie did glean a distinctive pleasure
from bondage and steel after all), she felt that comfortable and
familiar sexual heat fill her loins. She peered down into the
control room below in open-mouthed wonder.

“That’s it,” the cowboy smiled, “there’s a
good girl.” He lifted his hand to Cassandra’s soft scalp and
stroked her hair with the loving condescension one might reserve
for a favorite pet. With his other hand, he unbuckled the belt
fastening his jeans and slowly unsheathed his throbbing member.

Julie couldn’t help but savor the sight of
it. Even from up here, his thing was obviously massive. The head
was shiny and filled with the blood of powerful, virile
masculinity. As he guided it to Cassandra’s mouth, Julie ran a
finger down along the crevice of her breasts and against the tight
material of her bra. Beneath, her nipples were rigid and standing
to full attention.

She watched as Cassandra’s head bobbed down
over the cowboy’s cock, the plunging sound of his thing as it
pushed deeper into her wet mouth carrying all the way up to Julie’s
cell.

“
But you’re not a good girl, are you?” the
cowboy asked, pressing her head deeper against the root of his
dick. “You certainly don’t suck like one anyway. And you don’t act
like one neither. Betraying your friends, the one guy on earth who
ever truly believed in you…”

Cassandra tried to lift her head back to take
a breath but the cowboy held her firmly in place.

“
No,” he sighed, “you’re a bad girl, a bad
person. A
killer
.”

Cassandra began to squirm against his grip as
she struggled to catch a breath. The cowboy merely chuckled as he
held her.

“Yes indeed, you’re irredeemable.” He pushed
her head deeper over him one last time as she called out through
her full-mouth, voicing her discomfort, before he finally let her
pull back. “You’re a pretty good fuck though,” he said as Cassandra
fell back on her haunches and gasped for air.

***

Julie was sopping wet now, she couldn’t help
herself. The danger, the chains and the helplessness, and now this
down below. It was too much to resist.

“Hey we don’t have all day,” the cowboy
barked at Cassandra, “get back over here.” He snapped his fingers
punitively as Cassandra crawled back towards him and opened her jaw
around his huge thing.

“Mmmm,” the cowboy murmured as she bobbed up
and down, sucking his cock with long wet strokes. “This is nice.
I’m having a good time. Are you having a good time Cassandra?”

She didn’t answer him, just continued gagging
on his massive thing.

“I asked you a question girl, are you having
a good time?”

“
Uh-huh,” Cassandra grunted through her
mouthful of cock. Julie slipped her hand down between her legs and
began to massage the wet folds of her aching pussy beneath the
material of her underwear. It was already soaking now
anyway.

“
Sure, it’s
nice
,” the cowboy continued, “but is that good enough? I mean
it’s not like
we’re
nice, is
it? We’re better than nice. We deserve better than
nice.”

Julie slipped her fingers into her hot
passage, mimicking Cassandra’s rhythm as she bobbed her head up and
down on the cowboy’s crotch.

“
Why don’t we go up to that cell and fuck
that little bitch we have in lock up?” he said, “You hold her down
and I’ll rip her right open…”

Julie froze instantly. Her mind went
blank.

“
What do you say?” the cowboy chuckled, as
though he’d just come up with a particularly humorous prank to play
on somebody. “I bet that’d really rub Samuel the wrong way,
huh?”

In an instant Cassandra pulled back from
his cock and looked up at him. “No!” she cried. “What do you need
that little slut for? Let me pleasure you. Fuck me master, I will
serve you far better than she ever could.”

The cowboy shrugged as Julie looked on in
terror. “Is that so?” he said, “well ok then sugar pie, why don’t
you prove it to me?” He reached down and with a rough push shoved
Cassandra’s shoulders back, knocking her to the ground, her chest
heaving as she waited for him to ravage her. Before he did the
cowboy looked directly up at Julie’s vent and smiled.

***

She froze. Had he known she was watching
them all along? By the way he’d smiled, Julie strongly suspected
that to be the case. Already he’d given her cause to think that he
might be something beyond human. Now she wondered just how far his
powers and abilities truly stretched.

While the cowboy roughly hoisted
Cassandra’s legs up and entered her with his huge equine cock,
Julie crept back from the vent. Suddenly she no longer felt so
aroused. The gravity of the situation was returning to her, the
cowboy’s dark threats had made sure of that.

Julie dragged her chain over to the far
corner of the small cell and sat down in the dark humidity. As the
cries of Cassandra losing herself to a passion that was every bit
as otherworldly as the being who incited it in her rang out across
the chamber, Julie thought of her own lover. The handsome and
loving Ringmaster who had shown her things she had never dreamed
existed, who had given her life meaning where before their had only
been complacency.