Indi let out a low curse at my side, eyes trained on the stage for something I couldn’t see over Cameo’s rigid shoulders and big fat potato head.
A flood of rich, smoky bourbon met my nose at his interest, my knees quivering slightly at the thick cloud ofalphathat threatened to pull me to the ground to beg and present for him.
Heat was a ways off still, but with Cameo’s dark intrigue, just out of reach for the last few months, so close to being in my grasp?
An Omega was fit to whine a little.
I huffed, moving out of Indi’s secure embrace to hip-check Cameo out of the way—he wasn’t expecting it, side-stepping in an attempt to hide and stumble with a soft growl that was gone as quickly as it started as his dark eyes found mine.
The first tendril of a moan snaked towards me, followed by a cloying, headache-inducing rush of floral that made me take a step back, covering my nose.
On the stage, a woman was clearly cut in half, her body in two pieces as a man fucked her throat, unconcerned by the state of her frame. The container she was encased in showed her nude torso before turning into frosted glass in the middle, feet wiggling as she whined around his fat cock, another alpha tickling the bottoms of them with a feather.
The man with a megaphone smirked at the sight appreciatively, eyes raking over the eager onlookers.
“Should I put her back together? I have one more trick tonight that I think you’ll find a real scream.”
The alpha at her feet moved in unison with the announcer, sliding the table’s two pieces back together before removing the saws. The alpha in her mouth continued to thrust throughout, his deep groans and heavy pine scent reaching me in waves.
Indi pressed against my back, their hard cock rubbing against my ass through my skirt and for a moment… I almost wanted to forget the game. Being bent over while I watched the magician’s assistant get fucked and toyed with through whatever they had planned next, too delicious an offer.
The box was lifted from her, revealing her wholly unharmed and naked figure, her hands freed to toy with the alpha’s balls as she slurped at him eagerly.
The crowd cheered and applauded as the alpha pulled from her mouth in surprise, splattering her waiting tongue with cum with a grunted huff.
“Oh, that won’t do,” the announcer called in mock disappointment. “It looks like we’ll need another volunteer….” he hummed in false consideration, eyes scanning the crowd momentarily before he turned to the girl. “But perhaps we give them a taste, first? Show them what they’re in for?”
The male assistant abandoned his feather on the cutting table, rolling a cabinet moulded like the body of a woman to center stage as the announcer took her hand, helping her onto her feet with a bounce of her large tits. He opened the wooden box, revealing what the black paint had hidden–a cutout for her breasts and ass in the respective panels. She settled snugly inside the case, her candy apple red painted toes planting firmly as her feet arched onto her heels, pebbled nipples standing stark against creamy pale skin as the wooden box held her breasts up.
“Wow,” Indi murmured, chin dropping to my shoulder. “What I wouldn’t give to have you bound like that,” they purred softly. “Totally helpless for me.”
Marcus’ breaths were shallow beside us, but when I looked over at the alpha, his eyes weren’t on the show. They were on us.
My skin heated with pleasure, a warm pull and tightening in my cock warning that my skirt was about to show off a whole lot more than just my cheeky underwear.
I cleared my throat, forcing my eyes back to the stage to find I’d missed the male assistant affixing a pair of clothespins to the woman’s nipples, flicking them with his fingers as she trembled in place.
The announcer wheeled over a rack of long, silvery objects until the flickering candlelight licked along their hilts—swords.
“Surely those aren’t sharp?” Marcus whispered loud enough that I almost missed the way Cameo’s breathing had gone ragged, his stock still body like a predator prepared to pounce.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with the sword box trick,” the magician said, pulling one of the swords free and smacking the blunt side of the blade against the back of the box with a crack of metal against skin that made the entire woman’s body jump with a moan. “But you’ve never seen it like this before.”
“Another, please,” she begged softly.
“What do you think?” the magician asked. “Should we give her more?”
“Yes!” the crowd resounded with whoops and hollers.
Another sharp smack rang out, tits bouncing along with her needy whimper.
The magician brought the sword back around to the front of the box, slicing over the top of her breast in a thin line that immediately welled with blood.
Cameo let out a rumbled groan, scent flooding me so heavy I swayed back into Indi. Sexy for a second… before I realized that the reaction wasn’t for me.
Unacceptable.
This wasournight.
