Beast Circus

In town for the week on business, I go out for a drink, and strike up a conversation with a middle aged man, Mr. Anders, who seem friendly and harmless, “easy mark” I think to myself “aught to be good for a few free drinks, “ I introduced myself, “I’m Greta” quickly explaining I was named for my grandmother as I settle onto the bar stool next to him, brushing my tits against his arm. As the evening progresses I sit perched on the bar-stool, smiling and giggling at his stupid jokes, occasionally I lean forward to let him get a glimpse of my tits, a prefect pair of 44EE proudly displayed in a semi sheer top that’s a size too small, I always make sure to display my best asset when looking for free drinks. As the evening progresses I begin to feel slightly dizzy and unfocused which seems odd as I’ve only had a few drinks, as I begin to slip off the stool Mr. Anders jumps up and catches me easing me off the stool as he says to the bartender “thanks Clyde, we’re going start training her tomorrow and her debut will be next Saturday, sure hope to see you there.” The bartender laughs “oh I wouldn’t miss Saturday’s debut performance for anything, a really special one I hear from your Jenny.” Mr. Anders laughs “its going to be a first that’s for sure” as he half carries me out of the bar, cooing “oh dear honey let’s get you home” the other patrons assume I’m a girlfriend or they know Mr. Anders and smile, nodding happily. Once outside of the bar Mr. Anders dumps me into the back of his van and climbs in, “well well slut, let’s get you settled in for the ride” I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out and my limbs feel heavy and I’m unable to move them try as I might. My vision becomes to fade as I’m rolled over on my belly, arms and legs pulled up tightly I begin black out as Mr. Ander’s hogties me, fastening the rope to a hook in the ceiling of the van, my last memory is the van pulling out onto the road.
The next day I awaken with a start hearing a whirl, click, whirl, sound and instantly realize something is horribly wrong I’m bound tightly to a metal contraption which holds me in an odd position. I’m on a table, position on all fours, my legs pulled so wide my hips feel as if they’re about to dislocate, as I attempt to wiggle I realize thick leather straps hold my thighs, calves and ankles firmly to the metal rods. These same metal rods run under my body holding me up in that kneeling position, as I try to lift I realize that two thick leather straps are wrapped around my torso keeping me from moving. Looking down the rods come under me and run down the front, my arms and wrists are cuffed into place as well. I look up with wide fearful eyes, wanting to scream, but I’m gagged with a large cock shaped gag which I can feel half way down my throat, the base so wide, my jaw feels as if it will crack. As I look around what appears to be barn I see a blonde strapped into place held in the same position as me, only she’s rocking back and forth rhythmically, groaning into her gag, tears running down her eyes, suddenly I realize that the whirling clicking sound is coming from the machine behind her and it dawns on me that it’s a fucking machine and that the blonde is being used. “Oh my God nooooo” I scream in my head, this can’t be happening to me, he seemed so harmless. I watch in disbelief as the blonde rocks back and forth, groaning into her gag I can only wonder what’s to be come of me. I start in my bonds as Mr. Anders voice booms behind me “Well Jenny this bitch I picked up last night what ya think of her” “Hmmm” I hear a female voice respond, “very nice Dick, a redhead, we haven’t had a redhead perform in quite awhile, I think the audience will enjoy the change.” I hear Mr. Anders respond “that’s what I thought when I saw it, a nice change and she looks like a nice girl, a real lady and the audience always loves to see a lady degraded and humiliated.” I groan into my gag as I listen to them talk about me like an animal, screaming in my head “I’m not slut to be used” however all that comes out is a groan.