The strange cage structure

Turning your eyes upwards you look at scaffolding like structure, with the caged rooms.

“Ah so you wish to visit our resident interrogator.” Bigtop says following your gaze to the black iron structure.

An interrogator...? Squinting you look closely at some of the rooms. In them you can make out a bunch of bdsm equipment. A lot of it seems to be geared towards pain, play and, bondage. Chains, whips, paddles, it’s a hodgepodge of almost all the stuff one would expect to find in a dominatrix dungeon. You gulp as your eyes turn away from the almost tree like cage structure. Yet there is a also a stirring in your tight latex shorts. Bigtop smirks at you as your cock starts to stiffen in your pants a bit, if your outfit didn’t tip her off already, your almost certain that she can tell you have a least a hint of a masochist side. The ‘reaction’ your currently having in your shorts a pretty good rule of thumb of how you feel about experiencing a spank here or a bite there...

Bigtop then puts her hand on your back, and starts to usher your along towards the tree of cages.

“Even if you have nothing to confess I’m sure that Scratch would be tickled to meet you, and well show you the ropes of her profession so to speak.” Bigtop gives a cheeky grin as she speaks in that ice cool tone of her’s again.

As the two of you get closer, and closer to the caged structure you notice just how high up it is. The whole thing looks to almost reach to the ceiling, with the top room cage nearly touching candy cane bars responsible for the projections of the colorful ceiling. Now you’ve never been one to have a fear of heights, yet with the caged tree it’s really not the most sturdier looking structure you have every seen, to say the least. Your worry only seems to grow as you quickly find yourself stand in front of the entrance to the caged structure. Staring at a set of iron stairs leading upwards you take a step back, not sure that you can do this. Then once again you feel a hand on your back keeping you for backing away.

“And intimidating piece yes?” Bigtop reaches out a hand to stroke the doorway to the stairs.

Her voice starts to make your head starts to feel fuzzy again.

“Really sets the mood for any one entering Scratch’s domain.” Bigtop says starting to walk you forward.

“To be broken, to let go and surrender to the fear, and the helplessness, it’s truly is a magical sensation that not many can understand.” Her voice relieves you of your tension, like sound of her speaking physical forces each off your muscles to un-clench and go limp.

You barley even feel the coldness of the first metal step on your bare foot as the two of you start to ascend.

“Yet I feel you are one of those people who understand the pleasure of the constriction of the rope, the build up, and release in the strike of the paddle.” Bigtop’s voice continues to soothe your mind.

You feel your shorts start to constrict you even more as you ‘expand’. You are ascending even further now turning round you ascend another flight of stairs. You then take a metal pathway walking towards one or the caged rooms. Bigtop then stops you as you reach the entrance to the room, a large jail door preventing the two of you for entering. Now having a closer you can more of the implements, and furniture of the room. In the middle of the cell sits a large wood table, chains on each of the four corners know doubt used to restrain, and **** still anyone who was strapped down on it. As look at the cuffs even closer you think about it how they would feel around your wrists, your ankles. Their metal claps firmly locking around your limbs, forcing your body spread eagle on the table. The chain links preventing you from even moving an inch, and silencing your struggles as who every bound you did what every they wanted to you.

A shiver of desire runs down your spine as you think of it all. Though there’s more to the room so much more. So much more to fantasize about, a feast for your mind to run wild with possibilities. To the left of the table, is a black cross. Leather, straps, and buckles run across the whole of it. From the arms all the way to the chest, there even is one for a person forehead to keep them from moving their face around. That alone makes it a pretty intense piece of bondage equipment, yet the kicker is yet to come. Waist level, their lies a large red ridged dildo, sticking out form cross. It’s as thick as your wrist, and based on all the buckles it would have to go all the way into your ass if you wanted to be strapped down on the cross. Luckily the one saving grace seems to be that it isn’t actually that long. Seeming to stand at only four inches it’s a lot sorter then most girl’s cocks and, even some guys.

Yet there’s still more to the room that stimulate your imagination. As to the right on the other side of the the table is a wooden horse. Not the child’s pony, but the bdsm device which goes by the same name. The wooden pony or, wooden horse as it is an upside down V shaped bit of wood. The way it works is that someone is placed on top of the V so that they are straddling it with one leg on either side. Depending on how steep, and the material the top of the V is this can cause some one feel a bit uncomfortable, to down right in put them into almost unbearable pain. The person then has their ankles cuffed to the bottom of the horse, which due to its height prevents the rider from touching the ground to lift there selves of their painful seat. Even if they don’t have their hands bound one is completely helpless on the horse until some one else releases them.
While the main, and most effective people to have put on the horse are women due to the top of the horse painfully digging into their pussy’s by the pressure of them riding it. It still can be quite uncomfortable for a main to be put on top of the horse, as it digs uncomfortable into the ass, and taint.

You can almost feel the bite of the wood already. Looking at the ‘back’ of the horse you can see the top is almost a completely triangle, there being no rounding or flattening of the end. Such a cruel variation, it almost harkens back to the days the wooden horse was used as a **** device, instead of a bdsm one. To sit on it that...to be **** to ride it....it would be very painful.

Even more still, on the fenced in cage wall hangs all sorts of items. Whips, dildos, collars, paddles almost everything you can think of it was there. No doubt these items will be used on you if you were to end up bound to one of these devices. Though before you get wrapped up in more fantasies, Bigtop rakes her cane against the metal bars to get your attention.

“Impressive as that room is its, only the first part of the tour, come no we still have the rest of the place to see.” Bigtop turns motioning for you to follow.

Managing to drag your attention away from the room, you quickly trot after big top. Now looking down through the metal fences, and bars on either side of the walk way you finally take notice of how high your are. Seeing the top of Bigtops circus tent you realize you have to be almost ten feet in the air. Then starting to climb up another set of stairs you are only going it dawns on you it’s only going to get higher from here. It’s a little overwhelming going being this high up. Yet Bigtop then utters one simple word “relax”, and you suddenly feel like you can handle after all. Really though there’s no reason to worry despite being able to see bellow there’s no place for you to fall, everything is secured so that people don’t take a tumble to the ground. At this point the danger is just all in your head. Then as you reach the top of the next flight of stairs you hear a loud “HEY.” come from above. Looking up to the room still above you, you see the person laying in the hammock is sitting up, and is starting down at the two of you.

“Oh it looks as if we woke Scratch, I was going to show you the other room but I guess it would rude not to meet her first now.” Bigtop says as she motions for you to climb the rest of the stairs.

You do so following behind Bigtop, as you head foot steps coming from above. It seems this Scratch is walking over to meet you. Walking up the next set of stairs you feel a mixture of excitement, and anticipation wondering what this new harlequin would look like. You don’t have to wonder long as reaching the top of the stairs you see her. She stands halfway across the pathway to the last cell room, standing with her weight shifted slightly to her left leg with a hand on her hip.

Scratch stands seemingly just a few inches taller then you, with as well she seems to be just a few years old, though it’s hard to tell with the pale white make up she’s wearing. Her body is her frame is that of a super model skin, and curved in all the right places. Her ass being a particular eye catcher as while not being super thick, has a nice round shape. Like the other girls her body suit is skin tight again outlining her tits, pussy, and sixteen inch cock perfectly. Unlike Bigtop, and Candy Scrathch’s body suit it purely black latex, as her suit lack any sort of patterns. It also shows no part of her body except her face similarly to Candy’s suit. Her headpiece is a bit more traditional in terms of harlequin wear, and as well instantly makes you realize what her theme is. Her headpiece consists of two large black twin tails that trail behind her all the way down to the small of her back. One tail each falling just under each shoulder blade. Now while the back of the head piece is more standard for what a harlequin would wear the front is more recognizable as something different. The front actually looks like a executioners mask from the medieval earn. Not the ones that were a black bag with two holes for eyes, but the type were leather, and had the mouth, and eyes showing through a mask.

As well, seemingly to make her look more grim looking, Scratch has decorative stitches on each of her limbs giving her a even more of a sinister vibe. As well there is a broken heart made out of stitches which went from above her D cup size breasts down to her abdomen. The last bit of the executioner type aspects of her outfit are the knee high, raised platform boots she wore. The boots were black and, shiny just like the latex. They were also raised about four inches off the ground, with over forty silver metal buckles running up both of the boots. The outfit makes you bit your lip as you run your eyes up and, down Scratch, she looks intimidating, yet also undeniably sexy:

“I assume you are bringing this one for me to take, that could be the only possible reason bring some one in to my domain without my permission right ?” Scratch scowls, narrowing her eyes at Bigtop.

“I was just showing a tour to our dear guest... actually I don’t think I got your name...” Bigtop turns to you.

“It’s uhh Doug.” You say, eyes flicking back to Scratch for the briefest of moments.

“...Our dear guest Doug is on a bit of a tour so he knows what to expect before he decides to indulge.” Bigtop explains leaning a bit on her cane.

“Tch them knowing ruins half of the fun.” Scratch speaks in a stolid tone.

Scratch then takes a step towards you, which causes you to flinch back for a second .

Scratch puts a finger to her chin, and then starts to walk around you in a circle. Once, twice, then she stops in front of you again seeming to have finished looking you over. She however doesn’t comment on what she see’s, instead keeping a neutral expression which makes you sweet a bit. Does she think your ugly, attractive? You honestly can’t get a read on what she might be thinking at all. Scratch then turns to Bigtop, and grunts.

“I know what he deserves.” Scratch says plainly, like she has just come to some sort of judgement.

The pure indifference in which she speaks makes you sweat just a little bit. She really is going all in on this cold emotionless executioner act...

“Oh but I haven’t even introduced him to the other’s yet, could you perhaps wait till the end of the tour Scratch?” Bigtop asks politely.

“His sentence begins now.” Scratch speaks with a tone that leave little room for negotiation.

“Well I think that’s more up to our guest, then up to you isn’t?” Bigtop speaks with a hint of sass in her calm voice.

“What do you think?” Bigtop asks spinning the cane in her hand before pointing the tip at your face.

You’re really being put on the spot here aren’t you? You look back, and forth between both Bigtop, and Scratch who are now staring at you expectantly as they wait for your answer.

“I um... uh... it’s fine... that is...” Anxious you stumble over your words

“Well then it seems he’s wish to be left in your care Scratch, please don’t take to long with him though, as I still would like to show him around the rest of the realm once your done.” Bigtop says spinning her can back top resting under her arm.

“You, come!” Scratch says sternly as she grabs hold of your arm, and starts dragging you along.

Your eyes go wide as you realize the girls mistook your world salad for you saying yes!

“W-what I’m not sure if...”

It’s to late though Bigtop as already tuned on heel, and started walking away, and with the intense aura radiating off of Scratch your to afraid to try, and back out of this, least you might incur the black harlequin’s wrath. You get the feeling she’s not one for whiners. At this point it’s probable best for you to just shut, up and accept you fate. As well you really can’t say that the way she is treating you isn’t turning you on, at least just a little bit. Dragging you along, she stops to open the door to the cell at the end of path.

“Enter.” She commands as she holds the door for you to step inside.

You do so deciding it’s best to not give Scratch a hard time. Looking in the room you see a wooden spanking bench, a swing of some sorts, two fucking machines each placed behind, and in front another restraining device, as well as a black wooden stockade. The walls are also lined with whips, dildos, paddles, and other bdsm equipment like the last room. You then hear the cell door behind you close. Turning around you see there is a combination lock built into the door which, Scratch then locks, and spins around a few times. It seems you can’t leave this room anymore unless Scratch tells you code. These no were to run any more.

“On your knees now.” Scratch tells you, her gaze seeming to pierce through you.

You flinch as she speaks. S-She’s so cold... unfeeling... it’s like being commanded by a machine rather then a person.

“NOW.” She repeats a bit louder this time yet showing almost no anger.

A shiver runs down your spine, yet you do as commanded, getting down on your knees you kneel on the metal floor. You then look up to see Scratch starting down at you, and you feel yourself start to sweat again. Just what does she plan to do to you?