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Imay.

That name had grown to be despised by the crimson dragoness. Her name was once masculine, and she was once he, and he was once human. No more. A mishap of magical means led to her current predicament. That of a lost, quadrupedal draconic being that resembled a dragon if you squint- yet, was no larger than a draft horse.

It infuriated her to no end. Fearful whispers from townsfolk, screams and cries from teary-eyed maidens and frightened children. No one would help; no one would try to talk to her. Only fear, terror, the occasional thrown weapon.

She'd been run out of town by the village of Adanti most recently, tending her wounds as best as a beast is able. Licking the cuts, trying in vain to clean and staunch, and it was all for naught. That final mistake: laying down to recuperate just too close to a nearby trail, was all it took.

A shout rang out above her. "Here!" in a gruff, masculine voice. At once, a launched bolas wrapped around her neck, violently slinging the little drake to the ground. Imay thrashed and railed against the bindings- but it was no use. Steel wire, not rope. A spear was planted into the ground beside her muzzle, and a grizzled human clad in plate armor ground his boot into her neck. "Got you," he declared triumphantly.

His men swarmed her. A group of eight, practiced and professional trappers, circled in. All at once her rear legs were bound, her tail tightened beneath herself like it was forced into a submissive position. The group quickly secured her bindings, adding chains and locks, taking no chances with the prone beast.

"Got you..." the human above her repeated exasperatedly, skillfully swinging his spear in a helical motion, before tucking it back into its holster. "Wew, good bit of hunting there." He exclaims, stretching his aged arms above himself. Imay growled from beyond her bound maw, teeth showing past the ropes.

"Boss," came a younger voice, barely more than a boy. "Should we kill this one now? It'd be easier to transport it if it couldn't struggle." He planted his spear into the ground near Imay's head. "No! I'm not a beast, I'm a human. Let me out of here!" Shouted the prone dragoness, weakly struggling. The younger hunter looked towards the older quizzically. "It's a dragon, boy." He answered in response. "They get their kicks out of tricking men. This one's just desperate." This seemed to satisfy the younger hunter: nodding along quickly he continued, "so, kill it?"

"No, no it'll be fine. Look," responded the older male, reaching down to grasp the prone drake's paw. "Look at this. Dull claws," he drew his finger across the digits to show off to his partner. "This one's quite weak, we can take it if it fights- besides," he grins. "I know a guy who'll pay top dollar for a live dragon, even one," he glances back at Imay, who tries and fails to thrash herself free once more. "As-ah, short as this one." His steel plated boot crashes back down into Imay's snout painfully.

The dragon winced, her nose twitched in shame. She met the human's glare with her own, already fantasizing about killing this self-important twat when she figured a way out of this.

Imay was forced to the ground for several more minutes until a small hand cart was pulled into the forest clearing, whereupon she was hefted into the thing with great difficulty. "Let's go runt," declared her grizzled human captor. The human climbed into the back of the cart with her, and rested his hand upon her tender neck. Imay gulped reflexively as the cart kicked into motion, the draft horses having to work overtime to haul their heavy load. "Have you ever been to the circus?" Asked the human, with obvious delight. Imay's stomach dropped.

Before she could resist, a syringe was placed against her neck. In terror, a million thoughts passed through her mind. Poison? Acid? Mercury? She began to thrash around violently. "Whoah there. Shh-shh-shh-shh," cooed the human, with a quick press of his thumb, plunging the vile liquid into her blood. Imays eyes went wide, the cold of it seeped into her veins. The dragon thrashed and banged against the wooden cart threatening to tip it over. "Shh-shh-shh, It'll be alright," he cooed again.Then her eyelids got heavy. Her struggling turned to simple wriggling, turned to subtle jerks, turned to the abyss of unconsciousness. Imay felt her captor pat her cheek lovingly before she slipped beyond.

It was infuriating.

The beast awoke sometime later in a jail-like horse drawn cart. Iron bars up to an iron roof upon an iron floor. Only the wheels themselves were wooden. Her head pounded, her throat felt scratchy. She peered beyond the bars, at the rays of incandescent moonlight spilling into her cold, cold cart.

"Five thousand," she heard a voice from beyond, out into the depths of blackness her lack of darkvision could not see. "You must be joking," came the reply. Imay tried to focus on anything, anything to get her mind off of her pounding head that made it impossible to do anything beyond lay there. "Sure, it's rare, but also generally useless to keep around. We'll give you four and you won't find a better deal." Silence, then. "Yeah it was a longshot anyways.A pleasure?"

"A pleasure doing business," the other speaker finished. If Imay imagined the pair shaking hands and smiling, she could almost forget her current predicament. Like a play in her mind, the formless figures were both smiling and chatting away, just out of earshot. It seems they were both satisfied. Happy, too. Imay liked that, she liked seeing people happy. Then she passed out again.

When Imay awoke this time, her headache was gone, but her throat was scratchy as sandpaper. The first thing she noticed was the straw on the floor, the weak gas lanterns burning dimly, and then- yes, water! It was in a trough like a pig might drink out of, but Imay didn't care. She dove her muzzle in and gulped moutfulls of that stagnant, animal-grade water. She could only pray it was boiled or purified somehow. At the very least, her thirst was sated. She spent a minute drinking the trough half-dry, before lifting an exasperated foreclaw to her head to catch her breath and finally noticing she was free of her bonds! The momentary happiness was immediately slashed when she glanced around and saw the bars on her door. Then, the bars on her window. Then the bars from floor to ceiling between her cell and the next.

The realization hits her like a brick. This is not a cell. It's a stall...for animals. The once-mage wanted to thrash against the bars, break them down and run or kill everybody else in this damned place- wherever she was. Still, she knew how fruitless it would be. She could see the strength in the cold metal, and just from their thickness she knew that any struggling was fruitless. So, Imay sat down on the cold stone floor covered by thoughtlessly tossed straw and waited for whatever might come next, fantasizing about biting the arm off what unlucky twat shoves his hand through her door next.

Suddenly, a sound like a groan caught her attention. Imay turned, looking through the bars- how had she not noticed him before, another dragon in the cell next to her. A hefty beast, smaller than most red dragons but still well-larger than her. He had wings maybe ten meters long, spread out against the ground. His soft underbelly was upward facing, lighter yellow scaled. And his scales were deepest red, like a bloody sunset.

Initially, Imay was filled with warmth at the thought of finally talking to someone who understands her, but that hope was dashed when she saw what the beast was doing. The red dragon had his foreclaws around his massive draconic cock, a good two feet of it, and was jacking off while staring at her with an angry, teeth-barred expression. It was barbed, rigid, and bright pink.

"Bah- how dare you!?" Imay shouted, scrambling to the opposite side of her cell, covering her eyes. No response, only the subtle wet sounds of male masturbation. Imay covered herself as best she could with her tail, wrapping it around her lower body. The crimson dragoness was flushed ever-more crimson. "Stop at once." she commanded. Again, silence. A soft grunt met her words. She could hear him licking his lips. "Stop...bastard!" She spit the word, a little louder than intended.

Imay cuddled against the now comforting iron bars opposite her oppressor. She pressed her scaled form against it, willing herself to squeeze through the bars. She could not. Imay instead scooted herself into the far corner of her cell, and tried not to let the wet fapping sounds disturb her. She wished she stayed asleep.

A few minutes later, she could hear the dragon groan, cum, and stretch. Imay chanced a peek from beyond her claws at the beast who was now relaxing in a straw pile in his cell. "What- pray tell, in the name of all that is holy possessed you to do that, you perverted troglodyte?" she repeated. The red dragon simply chuckled in a low rumble. "I've been here for months. I used to enjoy kidnaping and raping human women. So you'll have to do." He spoke in a heavy draconic accent. His common-tongue was rough, with hard syllables.

"I am not a human." Imay stated perfunctorily. "No. You're a mutt." Replied the other drake. "You're not a trueborn dragon. You're a dog, pretending. A hole to fuck is all you're good for, dog." Each word was spit with a malaise of malice. Imay shuddered just hearing him speak.

Imay was about to protest- but the big beast simply turned on his side, and flicked his tail dismissively. "Disgusting." She cursed quietly to herself. Still, the crimson beast reasoned it was better to let sleeping dogs lie. She just needs to wait for her chance to do something, act. Catch them all off guard. Surely, she was smart enough to.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long. The sound of a heavy latch, and then a creaking door caused her head to perk up. "Well done as usual, your highness." Imay's head reflexively tilted. "You're starting to fit in well here," continued the first voice. "If you keep up this act...perhaps we can find some accommodations. To keep you happy."

The pair walked by Imay's stall. One pair of footsteps were noticeably lighter than the other. A thin, lithe human in festival colors. A tall-red top hat, walking with a white and red striped cane. He was dressed in a mishmash of rainbow colors. Blues, reds, yellows, purples, are wrapped around themselves in his outfit.

Then, behind him followed another. Imay could see him through her bars. A dragon- a red dragon. Instinctively, Imay knew this beast was true born. Not a transformed human like her. The confidence with which he carried himself was...unnerving. His wings almost scraped the hallway's walls even tucked in as they were. Suddenly, he stopped, turned his muzzle towards Imay's stall, and sniffed audibly.

She would have made eye-contact with the beast, yet he was blissfully equipped with the same blinders one would put over a horse's eyes. Imay froze in place. She could feel the beast's blood-red gaze even through the blinders. "Cmon Erat," the curiously dressed master commanded, before tugging the beast further into the black hallways that the crimson dragoness couldn't.

It was some time before the apparent 'Master' came back, still dressed in that silly outfit, though no dragon followed him this time. He leaned against Imay's stall door, peering in through the bars. Imay couldn't see his face, but she met his glare, even behind that strange avian-like mask one would typically wear to a masked ball. She tried to speak- but, all that came out was a growl. "Oh-hoh, easy girl," said the strange figure. "I'm the proprietor of this fine establishment...and I haven't had a chance to properly introduce myself to you, see."

He gestured behind him with his cane, twirling it dexterously in his hands, and pointing leftward, towards the door the bigger dragon came from. "That's the big top. That's the place where mythical creatures like you go to have a very bad few hours, but-" He withdrew his cane, planting it on the ground beneath himself, and resting his hands atop the grip. "I know how this goes. I've broken larger, more dangerous beasts than you. You're probably thinking of tearing this door down, launching on my neck and ripping my head off with your jaws."

Imay blinked. She had been thinking along those lines.

"But," continued the curiously dressed fellow, "The door here is reinforced steel, the bars are several, several inches thick. And if you had breath-weapon glands we'd surgically removed them on the ride over." Imay's foreclaw reflexively shot to her neck. And there it was, a clear surgical scar, neatly stitched. The crimson dragoness ran the dull edge of her claw along it, her stomach dropping, her lower lip quivering in fear and anger.

"So you can understand me." The human interjected into her thoughts. At once, Imay brought her claw back down, digging her digits into the stone floor. "Good. Well, I'll be honest in that case. We make our living breaking mythological beasts down into obedient, subservient housepets. Now, I'm not cruel- just firm. If you do what you're told you'll live a comfortable, perhaps even luxurious life here. You might even learn to enjoy-"

Imay interrupted her captor by launching at the door, slamming her teeth fruitlessly into the bars. She clawed and scratched and railed against the door with all the strength she could muster. The unfeeling metal bounced back from her assault, accomplishing nothing but causing slight pain in her claws.

"I'm the Ringmaster of our little circus," continued the human. "You can just think of me as 'master' though." Imay spit through the bars, the 'Ringmaster' effortlessly lifted a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wiped it away off his mask. "We'll get those noncompliance issues fixed up lickity split, don't you worry." And with that, he turned and walked away, but stopped in his tracks, just beyond her line of sight. "By the way," he shouted. "Welcome to Fallion's Contemptible Carnival!" He laughed, a deep throaty laugh, and walked away through the stone doors. The doors shut, and all was silent.

Imay was left to stew in her quiet, cell-stall for another twelve hours. Of which, six were spent angrily pacing about, testing her cell for weaknesses. Five were spent digging at the ground in a vain attempt to bust through the earth and tunnel her way out, and one singular hour was spent exhaustedly sleeping in a corner.

"Feeding time!" A shout awoke the beast, a human was at her door slipping in some yellow goo-like feed, before leaving her alone before she could even get a chance to bite at him. Cursing herself for missing her chance, Imay turned to the window once more. She hopped up against the wall after confirming that other perverted drake was still asleep. She braced her fores against the stone, and peered through the bars.

She was in a field, with a few circus tents around. The little stone-annex she was in was directly next to the big top, facing her door it was to the left. To the right was more of the stone complex she was currently in, seemingly built entirely to contain creatures like her, and creatures stronger than her too.

The dragoness thinks to herself. Perhaps the only way out would be to somehow get through the door, and then into the tent. Surely the tent flaps can't stop her claws. It's all just a matter of getting there.

Suddenly Imay could hear the tell-tale groaning of the heavy stone door creaking open. Imay turned from the window and stood stock-still in the center of her cell, feigning compliance for the hope of a chance to break through.

Heavy footsteps and shouts sound throughout the stone corridor as something gets drug across the stone floor. Imay leaned up to the door, and pressed her ear to the bars. "this one," said a voce she hadn't heard before, banging his arm upon her door and causing the dragoness to quickly step back surprise. "Righto-righto," came the reply. A few more shuffling sounds were heard. Before Imay had a chance to wonder what was going on, a barrel poked through the bars of her door, and fired a heavy tranquilizing dart that buried itself into her shoulder.

"MRR!" squealed the dragoness in pain, quickly grasping the red tassled dart and yanking it free from her leg. But it was too late. Imay became light headed, began to feel woozy, and was rather roughly pulled into the abyss of unconsciousness, roughly slumping against the cold straw-matted stone floor. Imay had begun to dislike tranquilizers.

Imay awoke to a terrifying sight. She came to with only mild grogginess, the first thing she noticed was her legs bound in chains and straps. Trying in vain to move her tail she found it was much the same. Her neck, too, was secured and braced against the ground with metal chains. Imay glanced downward, no- not the ground, she was on some strange wooden cart contraption. Her eyes began to adjust- bright circus lights causing a subtle headache. "And our guest of honor is awake!" Came the voice of the ringmaster. A voice that was far, far too unique.

Raucous cheers and applause sounded from the crowd as Imay glanced around, taking stock of her surroundings. She was in the big top, locked securely in place. The tent itself was sparsely populated, could hold a good two-hundred in all the seats it had, but today only seated fifty. All adults, and from what Imay could see, all men. She was on a wooden cart, bound in place and wheeled along, not unlike one of those lever operated railroad carts. She struggled in place, her binds locked tight. "I know, I know. Nobody likes to see the first session, you're all probably here because it's cheaper- but I think this will be special yet, you see-" The ringmaster climbed atop Imay's cart, deftly balancing himself as he summited her like she was a small, scaly mountain. The human planted his cane on her back and announced triumphantly: "our little dragoness here...is a virgin!"

This got some subtle 'oos' as several members of the crowd leaned into their seats. "Generally we'd ship out the honor to one of you lovely fellows- and you are lovely by the by, but today!" He continued. "This one's been a bit disobedient, so we're gonna punish her! BREAK that little streak of rebelliousness right off at the root!" To cement the point, the human tapped the bottom of his cane onto Imay's forehead. "Remember," he leaned down, whispering into Imay's ear. "We could have done this the easy way."

"One day," the beast replied, "I will turn both you and your compatriots into piquant little piles of ash." Imay spoke in a cold and exact tone."It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow. One day -" His cane came down hard on Imay's snout, silencing the dragoness's complaints with a quick, dextrous motion.

The ringmaster stood tall, spread his arms wide, and dexterously flipped from Imay's back. Landing on his feet in the center of the arena and summarily offering the crowd a polite bow, to welcome applause. Then, he clapped his hands together loudly. "Righty-o, enough foreplay. Let's introduce this demure maiden to her new husband. Propmen! It's time for the Opera!"

A heavy 'thunk' resounded throughout the tent as the heavy stone doors leading back to the cells- or stables, were opened. In was brought a heavy draft horse, midnight black mane. It was almost as tall as Imay herself. She had to crane her neck to see it- a heavy beast of burden, with one singular handler leading it by the muzzle, a woman dressed in the same eccentric getup as the ringmaster- sans the cane.

"Madam, if you'll please get our star ready." Commanded the ringmaster, with a flourishing bow. She nodded, knelt down on her knees, and took the horse's cock in hand. "What the fuck-" Imay began to protest, but she was silenced by a quick 'wack' upon her snout. The ringmaster withdrew his cane, and spun it, planting it tactfully upon the ground, to scattered applause from the onlookers. "Animals don't talk," he commanded, in an uncharacteristically deep yet unsettling tone.

Imay chanced a glance over her shoulder. That woman was really working the poor horse! She was jacking off his half-flaccid, flared length as the crowd picks up in interest. A few little gasps and chuckles are heard. "I think he's ready, master!" came her cheery voice. "Would you like the honor?"

"You can't be serious!?" Imay interjected, in a panic. "I'm not a beast I will not- I will not mate with your animal, you disgusting cretins. Let me go," she commanded again, in a cold and calm tone, getting a grip on her momentary. "Let me go and I will show you mercy."

"No." Was his stoic reply. Before Imay had a chance to wonder what was going on, the Ringmaster took hold of the beast's reins and began leading him to the bound dragoness. She realized all too late what was happening as he gave the command. "Go on the Storm, Mount And Fuck." The handler made a show of trying to hide a giggle.

Imay opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak the cane- that damned cane, was brought HARD down upon her snout. She looked up in a mix of embarrassment and anger as the beast slammed his cock against her tail, and her rump, and her flanks. Rubbing the rancid thing along her body without a care in the world.

She wanted to thrash about, but her body was bound. She wanted to bite, but she was kept at the perfect distance so she could only glare. Imay's cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger, a low growl emanating from her throat.

"Looks like Storm is having some trouble hitting the mark!" Exclaimed his handler, covering her mouth and making yet another obviously fake giggle. "Should I help him out!?" A few haughty calls from the crowd. A few men going "Yeaaah!" Wolf whistles, and other such masculine bullshit. Imay hated every second of it. "Here boy," cooed Storm's handler, dropping onto her knees, taking his colossal cock in hand, aiming it directly at Imay's virgin slit. Suddenly, a deep foreboding lodged itself in the back of Imay's mind. She'd never had sex before, not in this form. And, definitely not with an animal. Her mind was assaulted with fears of telling a friend sometime in the future- how she lost her virginity to a goddamned horse. The handler said something else, Imay didn't hear it. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself anywhere but here. Perhaps, in a cozy bed, surrounded by big warm blankets, getting ready to tuck herself in and have a restful sleep.

The shifting of her partner's hips forward snapped her back to reality with the same violence of his forward fuck. Imay cried out subconsciously, tears welling in her eyes as the first foot of flared horse dick popped her cherry. She gasped, and her claws dug into the wooden cart-like contraption she was currently bound on. A few members of the crowd hooted and hollered. Someone laughed. Imay gritted her teeth and glared at the ringmaster. "You horrible people," she spat the words like they were sick. He simply smiled beyond that pitiless mask.

Imay could feel the handler woman beneath her jacking off the horse, coaxing him into fucking. She tried not to show how she was feeling, doing her very best to feign apathy. Then, it started fucking. "Oop, there he goes!" announced the handler, scrambling back to her feet as 'Storm' started thrusting his hips into Imay's, enthused by her enticing wetness. He fucked hard, rough, and fast, like the simple beast he was. The handler and ringmaster were both laughing a bit too loud to be genuine. "Do you think he was a bit pent up, Madam?" the leader commented, eliciting yet another giggle from the faux-demure woman.

Imay could feel his heavy breaths on the back of her neck. His forelegs pressed into her hips as he rutted her like a mare. Each fuck hurt, but it was bearable. She felt her breath get caught in her throat after a particularly violent thrust, sending her cart scooting forward on its wheels. The demure chuckles from her two captors, and the cheers and hollers of the crowd began to melt into a soup of shame and anger that the dragoness began to swim in.

Despite it all, through the vigorous breeding she was being given, the abused dragoness could feel the tingle of pleasure building up in her stomach. The horse's heavy breath's began to join her own in a chorus of bestial sex. Imay hated that she was feeling pleasure at all. But, the beast's cock was sized well, the strange ring shape at about the center of his cock tickled her in a very nice way.

Suddenly, with his newest forward thrust, scrabbling his hooves across the wooden cart, Imay let out a shameful, timid, little 'moan' with the effort of feeling the beast's heavy body on her back. Not feeling up to meeting the eyes of her captors anymore, she hung her head and growled in anger and shame. The beast fucked more- violent and needy, animalistic fucking. It was using her. Like a draconic sock to masturbate into.

Then it came. Imay made a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan as the first shot of liquid heat horse-jizz fired off inside her. She struggled against her bonds, her fore legs rasping against the binds, in time with each shot of eager animal cum, she banged her wrists against the chains. Blissfully, the torture and violation didn't last very long. Simple beasts weren't known for their stamina.

Then it was over. The beast withdrew, 'plopping' its flared dickhead from her abused slit. In the back of her mind, Imay was aware of her captor saying something. The handler too. She didn't care. Imay hung her head low, ashamed. She would kill both of these people someday. Maybe not today, but one day soon.

"I think our little dragon got a bit of stage fright," Imay heard, coming back to her senses. "I figure we should give em some time to rest, eh?" A subtle few nods and claps came from the crowd. Someone, a deep male voice, piped up quickly. "Audience participation!?" he shouted, sounding quite desperate.

"Well-" the ringmaster started, but the handler leaned in to whisper. Imay could just about hear them. "She's out of it anyway, why not?" The ringmaster laughs. "Oh you devilish lass. I lose so many beasts cause of you. Very well!" He shouted that last part. "VIP members may now participate, if they wish! Although this one isn't trained so you should avoid the mouth!" The pair of them tugged away Storm, who had begun idly hoofing at the dirt in anxiety at this point. "Have fun, gentlemen!" Shouted the Ringleader once more. "You disgusting horny perverts, you."

A couple men hopped the banister and- upon seeing it was only them, shook hands and spoke casually as they walked up to the prone dragoness. Imay only caught the tail end of their conversation. "-od. This usually happen?" The taller of the men chuckled. He seemed older. "Oh, no, this must be a new capture. All their usual beasts are super well trained." He commented, walking around imay and slapping her right on the ass. Imay growled as much as she could, struggling helplessly in her bindings. "You want the first go?"

Imay was raped twice, by both men, and then left to stew in the smell of sex and cum for twenty minutes, before, from exhaustion, she passed out.

When she finally awoke yet again, she was back in her cell. Her water had been refilled. But other than that, nothing. No change. Everything was as it was. This unnerved the dragoness. She'd just gone through hell and- not a single little thing was out of place. She'd imagined the room would feel different somehow, but all she felt was the cold of the concrete floor and the stinging of her abused cunt. The dragoness reflexively coiled a tail around her backside, trying desperately not to think about how it got that way.

"It gets easier the more you do it." A voice. Deep-pitched. Imay's neck craned. "Erh- hello? Y-yes?" She tried, cautiously. It came from the cell next to her. "You're another dragon right?" Another dragon? Imay considered. "No-" she responded. "I was a human- a great sorcerer." A scoff from the cell next to her. "So you're a mutt. Who wears the skin of a dragon. Great," he spat. "At least you're good enough for horses," jeered the other dragon.

Imay growled audibly, slamming against the cell wall. "It wasn't like it was my choice!" she retorted, slamming her claws into the wall. "And- who are you to say such nonsense? You're not the same as the last poor sod they left in here. Did they pull you in as the next disposable animal?."

"They captured me a long time ago," he offered, casually. "If we're being honest, he simply bought my egg. I was born here. But, Master prefers to say he captured me. I am Erathian. I believe you're to be my new toy." He smiled a deep, evil smile. Imay reflexively narrowed her eyes. "I mean- I think I deserve one, considering I've been here the longest," he continued. "I do horrible debased things, make the Ringmaster money. And he gives me shelter, food, water. I want for nothing really. It's almost a paradise- if one doesn't mind mounting the occasional mare or fellating the occasional stallion to give mortal perverts something to masturbate to." Imay remained silent, indignant. "Still, I believe if you're compliant, you might even enjoy yourself as my property. They say they're moving me into a real big cell soon- I'll have room for you in it. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice b-" Imay interrupted by slamming herself into the bars, ramming her forehead against them. "I will kill you," she growled behind her teeth. "One day, all of you. You, the Ringmaster, the woman. The other dragon too!"

Erathian sighed, and made a show of brushing off the kicked up straw from his chest with an extended, razor-sharp draconic claw. "Very well. I had hoped we could be friends. If I must break you, then I shall."

The gas lantern illuminating the pair flickered, and died. Imay was alone in the darkness of her cell once more. "The next time Master calls on me, I will relay your disobedience," he promised. "And my desire to be the next one to punish you." Imay fell to the stone floor, letting her head rest on her legs. She didn't give a shit what he said, she knew she'd have the last laugh. Some way, somehow. It couldn't just end here, her story was so thorough and varied. There was no way in hell she'd be trapped in a perverted, horny, messed up circus forever.

Hopefully.

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Commissioned by and written because of Explosive Crate.