Dark Masquerade

suddenly his head jerked around at a bloodcurdling scream coming from the performer's circle. He quickly ran out into the arena, where a crowd had gathered around the leopard cage. Pushing his way through, he saw Sean holding Rusty against the bars of the cage. She was struggling and screaming, and Sean was scowling murderously while holding her head in a viselike grip. While she fought him, he struggled to push it through the bars and down before the restless leopard as he growled and pranced back and forth.

"My God, Sean, what are you doing?" Blaise yelled.

"I knew it would be you, you bastard. Always coming to her rescue, no? Well this time you’ve come too late, mon frère. One word from me and this cat will make Rusty his dinner."

"But what happened? Why…"

"I am tired of being rejected by this tramp!" he yelled angrily. "And I am tired of her treating me like I am dirt under her feet!" He looked down at Rusty with a savage look on his face, and a raspy, evil laugh escaped his throat. "You will be sorry you ever said no to me, you red-headed bitch! Sorry! Do you hear?"

"Let her go, Sean."

"Save your breath!" Sean yelled as he slowly forced Rusty's head lower and lower before the salivating leopard.

"Sean, you don't know what you're doing!" Blaise yelled, his voice getting lost in the midst of excited outcries and screams.

The area was flooded with the news media. The incessant flashing of bulbs and the whir of camcorders recorded every action, every word. The spectators were all standing up, stretching their necks to see what was going on. He heard shouting all around, gasps, excited murmurs, and some women were even crying. Crowds of them were standing on their seats, while others ran down to the performing grounds trying to get through the guards who worked hard to keep them out. But still they fought their way in, lapping up the sensationalism as they snapped picture after picture that would be sold to the news media, tabloids, and magazines for a hefty sum. This publicity is all the little circus needed to once again be exploited as the “Circus of Blood.”

"Sean, think, for God's sake! If you do this, you will be locked up for the rest of your life. With the others, we have managed to keep you clean, but please, my brother, we will not be able to protect you from this one." Blaise raised his hand toward the bleachers, then to the crowds of people that had gathered around. "Can you not see? The whole damned world is watching."

Sean turned his head and looked at the crowd as if he had just realized where he was. While he was off guard, Blaise jumped forward and grabbed him, struggling to pull his hand away from Rusty's head. Sean's demented rage exploded, and he struggled with his brother, feeling his hand being forced back. His clawlike hand shook as he used every ounce of strength he had to keep Rusty's head pressed to the floor of the cage. When his strength finally gave out, and his hand was yanked away, he yelled, "Simba!"

At the sound of his name, the salivating cat let out a ferocious growl and pounced on Rusty, but met Blaise's hands instead which were shielding her. He fought the cat's long claws, enduring the pain of bloody bites and scratches, until he had her free. When it was over, his blood streamed freely into the sawdust, but when Blaise saw a few of Rusty's glistening, red, wispy locks tangled between the cat’s long claws, a chill danced up his spine, and he realized how close she had come to death.

It took both Samson and Erik to restrain Sean, dragging him out while he struggled wildly.

* * * *

They hadn't gotten very far when Culley, with his barrel chest and angry, scowling face, pushed himself into their path, bringing the men to an abrupt halt. He glared at the struggling Frenchman. "Pack your bags, you bastard. You're out of here!"

"You're firing me?" Sean yelled.

"Hell yes, I'm firing you," Culley said, his eyes blazing. "You're dangerous, Sean, and I've had it up to here with your goddamned temper, your threats, and your ego. You're damned lucky I don't call the friggin' cops on you. I want you out of here right now, or I'll slap your sorry ass in jail! And with what I've got to tell them, you'll go to the pen for the rest of your miserable life. Do you understand that?"

"But you cannot fire me. I am one of the Chardone Brothers. It was my act that got this pitiful two-bit circus out of the gutter!"

"And I'm gonna pay for it the rest of my life by letting you go around killing the other performers? Read my lips, you asshole," he yelled, then made a swift thumbing motion backward. "You're history!" He looked at the strongmen and growled, "Get the bastard out of my sight, and don't stop until he's on the street!"

Sean struggled, trying to turn toward Culley as he was being dragged out. "You will be sorry, you bastard. I will kill your fucking ass, I will kill you!"

Suddenly he felt Randa being thrust into his arms, and Blaise hurrying to catch up to Sean. "No!" Culley shouted, and then quickly reached out and caught his arm. "You're not goin' with him."

"But he's my brother…I…"

"No! I fired him, not you."

"But the act—"

"You'll do a different act." Culley said. "Blaise, I can't let you go with him, he'll end up killing you too. Can't you see that? He's a bad seed, and he's headed for trouble." He paused a moment as his gaze searched Blaise's face. Finally, he spoke, a strange tone to his voice. " It's time he paid for his sins."

ADULT EXCERPT

Randa moaned as she felt the lips of her lover once again. She loved his hot breath and magical tongue. "Hey, you're the sly one," she said while he nibbled on her neck. "Why didn't you mention something earlier when I saw you?"

He was silent, pulling her closer, almost roughly, arching her back as he leaned down and buried his face between her breasts, moving his lips from one to the other, tasting them hungrily.

"Hey, you are hungry. Couldn't wait, huh?"

Still, nothing…just silence as he continued his nibbling.

Figuring he didn't want to talk, she reached up and raked her fingers through his thick mane as it fell forward, then felt him lowering her toward the hay. His hungry mouth opened freely, emitting a low growl as his lips moved with a ferocious urgency from her neck to her lips, then down to her breasts again. He was so eager, his breath was coming in gasps. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. He began tugging on her shorts, and as soon as she was undressed, he unbuckled his pants, but only enough to release his throbbing cock from its confines.

He was about to mount her when suddenly both of them looked up. A draft had parted the tarp curtain, and a shaft of light fell on his face. Randa's eyes widened when she recognized Sean. She quickly began struggling, and opened her mouth to scream when she felt his large, strong hand clamp over her mouth.

He quickly pinned her underneath him, and her head jerked backward as he grabbed her hair so she couldn't move. She heard his growling accent as his lips moved against her ear.

"You will be quiet, do you understand, my little whore?" His breath was hot and gravelly. "I have waited a long time for this, and you will not leave until you have had every one of my ten inches crowded into your hot, juicy little pussy!"

As he freely spoke the filthy words that would never come out of Blaise's mouth, Randa felt a strange excitement growing in her. Fighting against the forbidden feeling, she began struggling, but as her body pushed against his, she felt a strong throb of desire rise up in her. Suddenly she didn't mind as his hot, searching mouth covered her with his kisses, or when his growing cock pushed against her obscenely. Although she still struggled against it, she knew she wanted him inside her. She wanted to satisfy every carnal, dirty, sensuous feeling that rose up in her. She felt the electric thrills of passion calling to her, making her submit to a man she hated and despised, but somehow that was part of the thrill.

Knowing her problem held her captive once again, she began breathing in the hot air of lust. Her struggle slowly went from conflict to excitement, then to wild, animalistic movements. The wilder she became, the more excited Sean became. She clenched her teeth and brought her hands up to scratch his face, but he caught them and erotically pulled them out to the side, his large hands holding her wrists tightly. She moaned as his mouth went down to her jutting breasts and began biting her until she felt pain.

The pain excited her, and she cried out, savagely opening her mouth and catching his T-shirt between her teeth and tugging on it. As it tore, their eyes met in hot, beastly hunger and his hungry mouth covered hers. Their tongues met in a lusty fight that ended as she finally gave in to him, allowing him to lick and bite her mouth, almost drawing blood. His hold relaxed, and she jerked her hands out of his and attacked him, brazenly tearing the shirt from his body and scratching his chest.

She felt his tongue begin to scour her, causing her groin to catch fire, and almost explode with desire. When a moan escaped her lips, his hand clamped over her mouth, and her teeth opened to bite his fingers, but instead began sensuously drawing on each one. His cock was so engorged she knew it must be about to explode. At last admitting to herself that she wanted him, she wantonly opened her thighs inviting him into her cunt. He didn't disappoint her, and violently thrust himself inside.

"Oh God!" she rasped loudly as his thrusts bombarded her. She began to see lights dancing before her eyes, and as she clung to him tightly, the last of his T-shirt fell from his back. She lifted her legs and clenched him tightly as if afraid he would stop. She bit her lip in an effort not to cry out while he went faster and faster and plunged deeper and deeper.

Unable to hold it back, she clung to him desperately, feeling the heat of masochistic passion eating her up. Then all at once, the wild spasms of never-ending orgasms flooded her, and she felt a scream rising in her throat that became stifled when she felt herself losing consciousness. Just before she was plunged into darkness, she could feel his throbbing cock spurting its milky tides deep within her reddened flesh.