The Cyberkink Sideshow (10 page)

She leaned under the pommel horse’s body and disconnected his manacles. “Stand up.”

As he stood, she admired how the ball at the end of the wand bobbed with his motion, and how stiffly and uncomfortably he moved with that great, long thing stuffed in there. She turned him about and bent him forward over the pommel horse, so he was positioned lengthways upon it. She tied his wrists to the ring on the back of it. Stepping to the back of him, she raised one of his ankles, stretched it out perpendicular and secured it to one of the rings on the floor. His other leg she restrained likewise, using one of the rings on the opposite side.

Now he was tied down to the pommel horse, unable to move, exposed with his legs spread apart. All she needed now was a P-spot dildo. Sylvia walked slowly to the rack where they hung, and took her time choosing one, aware all the time of Victor straining his eyes to keep her in his vision. A squeeze of lube from the tube on the table onto its polished shaft, and it was ready.

Sylvia slid it up and down between his buttocks several times, teasing him before she inserted it very slowly, twisting it from side to side.

Victor quivered all over, his legs now and then breaking into jerks and shudders at the sensation. Just as the hilt reached his anus and the dildo fell into position, he blurted, “Please, would you gag me?”

“You’re not supposed to tell me what to do with you. I’m the one who’s master here.” Sylvia reached over him and unfastened the chain from his collar. She gathered the end of the chain against the handle and flapped the loose midsection against the back of his thigh. Afraid she would hurt him, she didn’t do it hard, but the yell he let out goaded her to do it again.

She picked up a gag and knelt beside him so her head was level with his. She ran fingers through his hair and stroked the back of his neck as she arranged the strap in position. “Victor, how will I know if I’m hurting you?”

Victor turned his eyes to where his wrists were restrained. With the small degree of movement available to him, he was able to rattle the chain on the handcuffs against the metal stem of the pommel. Sylvia fastened the strap on the gag. She would give him, this, because he wanted it, but she knew he also wanted to be made to feel he was powerless and she was in charge, so she had to make it believable that it had been her decision ultimately. She slung the leash casually on the floor as she strode round to stand in front of him. For a moment she stood, and admired how she’d arranged him so thoroughly captive and at her disposal. With the gag in his mouth he could make little expression with the lower half of his face, but he looked back at her with excited, admiring eyes, pupils dilated.

“I’m going to punish you for that. And not by anything so crude as flogging. I can think of much more
efficacious
methods.”

Victor’s eyes widened slightly: anticipation? Nervousness? She ran her palm down the length of his back and over the curve of his buttock, stroking her other hand under his chest and stomach. Sylvia stepped away from him, to the racks where a selection of chains hung. After making sure Victor could see what she was up to, she selected the longest chain there and walked slowly back to him with it held out in both hands like a lasso, the clip swinging on the end. She threw the chain over his shoulders and set her foot on the step of the pommel horse’s base, slid her knee over him and climbed up to sit astride his broad back. His chubby sides felt wonderfully soft and pliant to squeeze with her knees. She stroked his shoulders and the back of his neck for a moment, before slipping her hands down over his ribs.

He began to whine as she infuriated him with gentle tickles to his chest and tugs on the clamps. His noises grew louder and his shoulders jerked spasmodically in sobs of laughter, as he was unable to protect his defenseless sensitive areas from Sylvia’s merciless stroking and pinching. With her legs wrapped around him she felt him trying to flinch away, to squirm out of reach or block her access. He wanted to shout something but it made no sense through the gag. Probably it was
no
or
stop
but he hadn’t yet rattled the handcuffs against the pommel so she ignored him.

After several minutes of teasing and enjoying his reaction, she relented, leaving him panting as she attached the chain to both clamps and draped it across his back. She smoothed her palms over his flanks and under his legs, down the insides of his thighs. His respite from torment ended when she swiveled herself on her perch on his back and began to touch him here too, with exquisitely light strokes of her fingertips that slowly reduced him to a quivering mass of helplessness.

Sylvia took hold of the hilt of the dildo in one hand and twisted and shuffled it, holding the prince’s wand by its crosspiece on the underside of Victor’s dick in her other hand and making miniscule movements with it, so the bumps along the shaft stimulated him from the inside. His limbs struggled against the restraints, but he didn’t clank his handcuffs against the post, so she continued to push him higher and higher until his orgasm broke over, vociferously and with violent contractions that Sylvia felt as powerful waves as his prostate squeezed on the sound and the dildo.

As his spasms and groans ebbed, he started to rattle the handcuffs against the bar. Sylvia twisted round on his back and unfastened the gag. “What’s the matter?”

“There’s someone over there.”

Sylvia quickly untied Victor so he could get down. “Where?”

Victor stood still and did not answer for a moment. “I’m not sure. But there’s someone here spying on us.”

A loud scrape came from the stairway. Just as Sylvia turned to look, a shape blotted out the light coming in from the tents above. The figure disappeared up and out. She hurried over to the steps and climbed so her eyes were level with the floor, but whoever it was had already left, and there was nobody there at all.

Sylvia frowned. “I thought you liked people watching you.”

“I prefer them to pay the entrance fee first!” He tipped up his chin. “Watching people without paying or asking...that’s just rude!”

“Oh well. Whoever it was has gone now.” Sylvia cast about the dungeon. She gave the chain still connected to Victor a gentle tug. Then she unclamped him and stroked his chest for a moment. She dropped the clamps back into the jar and put the lid back on. Sylvia hated seeing things with the lids off: milk left out of the fridge, that sort of thing.

Victor put down his hand and fiddled with the prince’s wand still in position. “What did you do with my barbell?”

“Barbell?”

“That anodized titanium thing. It’s a heraldic dolphin. Looks like a little fish.”

“I put it on the table.” But when she looked, it wasn’t there. “I’m sure I put it there. Perhaps it fell off.” She made a point of looking on the floor for it, but there was no sign of it there either.

“Are you sure?” Victor looked forlorn. “I hope it’s not got lost. I can’t get another easily, and it does have rather a sentimental value to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Sylvia said. “I was sure it was on that table.”

Victor’s face tensed, as though the loss mattered rather more than he was letting on. “It’s all right. I expect it will turn up. This is Vaughn’s dungeon, and he’ll recognize it if he sees it. If someone finds it, they’ll probably hand it in. People who come here usually seem to be fairly honest about stuff like that.” He made a last go of looking for it under the pommel horse before going back to the stairs. “Oh well. Let’s go up and watch the events. I need a rest after that.” He grinned at Sylvia. On impulse, she reached over and gave his buttock a pinch.

“You want me to take that wand out?” she offered.

Victor winced slightly as he stood up. “Leave it a bit longer. I’ll see how I manage.”

He indicated to the arena. “There’s a staff-only area up there on the scaffolding. It’s a bit more private.”

They made their way up to the arena, to a path where a rope with a
Staff Only
sign hung across the entrance. Victor had been walking in a very uncomfortable fashion all the way. The ball on the end of the apparatus snagged lightly against the rope as he stepped over it, making him wince. The wince and the metal weight bobbing from the length of his tackle set up a hot throbbing in Sylvia’s groin. He stopped and leaned against the platform. “I think you’d better take it out now. I don’t fancy climbing up there with it in.”

Sylvia unscrewed the side-arm and slid the wand out, slowly so he could savor the feeling of all the little bumps on its surface.

“Thanks. Every so often I get the idea of wearing one of these full-time. Always turns out to be too much.”

The sun had not yet set, and Sylvia hoped it wasn’t strong enough to tan. She’d have a hard time explaining a bondage harness pattern on her skin if she went swimming or had to get changed at work.

Up on the platform were a few plastic sun loungers. Victor settled back onto one of the loungers and closed his eyes. Sylvia took the seat beside him.

“Is this all your sideshow, then?” she asked. Perhaps if she talked to him, he might let slip something that would give her some clues, not that she really expected there was anything for there to be clues about. It seemed a polite thing to ask, at any rate.

“It’s everyone’s, really. The Sideshow wouldn’t be the Sideshow without the freaks. But it was originally my idea.”

“You
like
people calling you a freak?”

Victor shrugged and opened his eyes briefly. “Why not? A rose by any other name would still be full of earwigs.”

Sylvia laughed, taking the opportunity while he wasn’t looking to ogle the curves of his stomach and chest. Strange how she wouldn’t even have dared thinking of trying anything with someone like this before she’d come to the Sideshow. Yet now she’d done things so outlandish, she’d never even known she was into them. She didn’t know how she might feel about this when she got home, or tomorrow when she was back at work, but it felt good and that was enough to go on for now.

“I lived my life as two different people before I started this sideshow. Only the person I was in private with the people I trusted enough to reveal myself to, and at taboo public events, where I wore a mask like you do now, was the real one. The other was a flimsy cardboard facade. It was liberating to ‘come out’ as it was, and be true to who I was for a living.”

Victor paused. He looked at Sylvia, and she wondered if he could read anything from the expression her mask hid. “I understand that some people like having that facade, that it makes them feel secure, like a hole to hide in when the world seeing your all is too much. I respect your decision to keep the mask on if you never want me to know who you might be in your other life.”

Sylvia glanced at the proceedings in the arena below. She leaned toward him, resting her weight on her elbow. “You’re not going down there so Vaughn can whip you tonight.” Sylvia took hold of his wrist and gently extended his arm behind his head, where she manacled it to the scaffolding with her police handcuffs. “Because I’m your master for now, and I want you all for myself.”

“My dear lady,” he replied with a sideways glance and a lecherous chuckle. “I’m afraid to say I do think you’re being exceptionally greedy, as there is rather a lot of me, and certainly plenty enough to go round had you been willing to share.”

Sylvia slid her knee up and over his waist. The metal frame of the sun lounger groaned in protest as she sat astride him, encompassing his great girth with her knees, sliding her hands over his chest and reveling in how big and soft he felt.

“Victor.” Sylvia hesitated. “Are you with anyone? Seriously, I mean? Is it you and Vaughn, or you and the Hermaphrodite Twins?”

“The Hermaphrodite Twins? They’re great fun and game for anything, but they’re more interested in each other than anyone else. Vaughn’s the best dom I know, and he’s a genius at inventing things. He comes up with all that electrosex stuff. You know the act Marvin does? All Vaughn’s ideas and inventions. He likes to test them on me, but to tell the truth, he’s more interested in the ideas and the results than having a relationship. He wouldn’t understand a concept like monogamy because it’s important to him to test his creations on as many people as possible to gauge how effective they are.”

“So you’re not involved with anyone?” Sylvia stroked one finger down his cheek and across under his double chin. His was an unconventional form of beauty, but she doubted there’d be a dearth of appreciators of it in such an environment as this. “I can’t believe that.”

“I’m not as straightforward as you might think.”

“You going to explain how?”

“I’m a switch, for a start.”

“A switch?”

“A switch. You know. There’s dominance and submission. Most people do either one or the other. Purists argue that if you’re a switch it’s not real BDSM, and sneer at you. I’m ninety percent sub and ten percent dom, which means most of the time I love to play just the sort of games you’ve been treating me to. But every so often I get the urge to play the game from the other side for a change.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” said Sylvia. “Surely there are other switches you can find with the ratio the other way round.”

“Then there’s the other thing.”

Sylvia glanced away from him. The crowd below had changed their motion, and people cleared the way for two policemen to pass. More costumed performers? Another act? One of them pointed at the scaffolding.