Mrs Pantheress

I would like to thank @kenjisato for proofreading and editing this chapter.

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Nate and Racheal were a lovely couple, who had been married for just over two years. They took some time off, during their weekend, to see the erotic circus that was in town, which was known for its amazing stunts and musical performances. These acts were performed by seductive stuntmen and women, some of which included having intercourse, too.

True to their fame, the circus was spectacular! Each stunt was breathtaking. And the musicals kept everyone entertained in between the stunts. Racheal caught Nate ogling at the female dancers and the stuntwomen a handful of times, leading to some playful bickering between the two.

Then there was an announcement by the RingMaster, he was asking for a volunteer for the vanishing act. Racheal was so busy looking in the audience to see who would raise their hand, that she didn't notice that Nate had raised hers. When the spotlight was directed on her face, she tried to move her hand to cover her eyes. That was when she realized her hand was raised up and immediately pulled it down, but it was too late.

The RingMaster rallied the audience to cheer for Racheal. With the heat of the spotlight, the audience's cheering, and her husband Nate's constant nudging, Racheal was blushing bright red in embarrassment. Not wanting to be a party pooper, she caved in to the demand and began making her way to the stage, but not before shooting daggers into Nate with her eyes.

The RingMaster politely held her hand to bring her up on the stage. She was wearing a simple pair of fitting jeans and a T-shirt. He noticed the silver wedding ring on her hand. After introducing her to the audience, everyone cheered loudly for her; she could see and hear Nate's cheering, even from this distance, and she gave him a lovely smile.

As the RingMaster was leading Racheal to a cage, she panicked a little when she felt her hands being cuffed behind her back without notice. Just when she was about to protest, the RingMaster whispered into her ear, "Just go with the flow," and to not ruin everyone's enjoyment.

Racheal could feel him firmly holding her cuffed hands, and there was a certain authority in his voice that made her not question him. To make sure she didn't protest again, the RingMaster quickly turned her and taped her mouth. Racheal, nervous and afraid, was sweating profusely. Then he swiftly moved his hands to her back and found the clips of her bra and expertly unclasped them through the fabric, freeing her boobs to jiggle.

The RingMaster held Racheal's raven hair in his hands, showing her to the audience.

"DON'T WE ALL LOVE A BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN DISTRESS!?" announced the RingMaster.

The audience all howled at the sight of Racheal being handcuffed and shown around to them. She struggled against the metal binds, her ample breasts swinging under her T-shirt, her eyes scanning the crowd. Having her hands locked behind her back, made her chest stick out a little, making her tits appear slightly bigger than they actually were, and the RingMaster lightly manhandled Racheal, to bend her knees a bit, to accentuate her shapely ass.

With all of this, the audience went wild for her. Everyone was enjoying the scene, except Nate.

Watching his wife being handcuffed and manhandled made him feel anxious and concerned for her safety. When their eyes briefly met, he could see the look of fear in them. But when Nate stood up to raise his concern, it triggered the neighboring spectators, and subsequently the entire audience, to stand, cheer and howl at Rachel, drowning out his feeble attempts to do something.

Then the stage crew rolled in a cage, with vertical bars, into the ring on a cart. The RingMaster, with his hands still holding Racheal by the hair, carefully led her into the narrow cage. When he swung the cage door closed, Racheal was pressed into the bars. The gap between the bars was just wide enough for her tits to pass through. As a bar pressed into her cleavage, Racheal's breasts bulged out a little more around the bars; the same thing happened behind her, against her back as the bar pressed into her ass crack a little.

The crowd whistled wildly at her.

Unable to move or speak, the constant cheering and whistling of the crowd made Racheal feel humiliated, but at the same time, she could feel another sensation down in her crotch.

With her head unable to turn, her eyes searched for Nate to rescue her. The caged Racheal was paraded on the cart, making a round trip of the ring. A wave of thirst travelled through the crowd, as she passed in front of them. After Racheal was shamefully exhibited, the cart was returned to the center.

Curtains were rolled down all sides of the cage, covering it entirely. The RingMaster spelled some magical mumbo jumbo, then struck the covered cage. The curtain fell on cue. Revealing no one inside!

The audience roared. Everyone cheered. Everyone, that is, except for Nate, who was at the edge of his seat, expecting Racheal to appear somewhere else. The RingMaster took a bow.

The cheering began to die down and the show went on. But still no sign of Racheal.

When Racheal didn't show up, even after the show ended, Nate tried to make his way to the backside, but security stopped him from entering the backstage area, and denied his demand to talk to the RingMaster or the manager.

Nate's mind was then a mix of anger, frustration, and nervousness. He headed for the police station, but when he talked to an officer, the officer mocked the hell out of him, and told him to look for his wife under his bed or something.

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After almost a year of following the circus throughout the country, Nate had memorized their routine. And he was pretty sure the staff and crew were also aware of him, too.

But this time, something was different, there was a new act that had not been there before.

The RingMaster, standing on a podium, made an announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen! Put your hands together for our latest talent!! The wild...! The athletic...! The sensual...! Mrs. Pantheress!!!"

Then a woman entered the scene, seductively walking on the balls of her feet, with a leopard print painted all over her body. Her face, too, was painted to match that of a leopard, obscuring her identity. Her hair, short and slick, dyed a similar color as her body, but a slightly different shade.

The woman was completely naked, except for the silk loincloth barely covering her crotch and ass; she had a tail coming out from behind. She had ring piercings on her nipples, with small jingle bells attached to them, and smaller rings pierced along the length of her ears. She had a spiked collar, with some rings on it, fitted snugly around her neck. And finally, a silver wedding band on her ring finger, contrasting against her body paint.

As the Mrs. Pantheress slowly made her way to the center of the arena, her eyes were fixed on the RingMaster. She stretched, moved and did cartwheels to exhibit her physique, prompting a good number of thirsty whistles from the audience.

When Mrs. Pantheress finally reached the foot of the podium, she clung to the RingMaster's legs like a cat, bending her back seductively, wiggling her ass and tail to show how much she loved her master. Her eyes never left his gaze. The RingMaster's mic picked up the sounds of her purring, as she continued to display her devotion to him by licking his boot.

The captivating sight of the Pantheress sure got a lot of the male audience's dicks going, Nate's included, but there was a feeling deep in his heart that screamed at him-- this woman might be his wife, Racheal.

Everyone was so enthralled by the Pantheress that they hadn't noticed an obstacle course being set up, consisting of various poles for climbing, horizontal rods at different heights, and a tightrope-walk among other things.

The RingMaster made another announcement, "This lovely lady over here will finish this difficult course in under five minutes, or else, she will be PUNISHED, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!!"

The audience roared!!

The Pantheress was still smiling confidently and waving at the audience, as she slowly, and seductively, walked towards the starting line. Once in position, she did a few stretches to limber up her body.

At the sound of a horn, she began her run. Making a quick sprint to the first obstacle, she reached the first climbing pole. Using the grip of her hands and feet, she quickly made her way to the top platform. From there, she made a short jump to the pole in front of her. She elegantly made her way down the pole, entertaining the audience with her pole dancing.

After reaching the ground, she quickly made her way to the uneven bars. She swiftly swung between the bars, spinning and twisting her body in mid-air. Then onto the pommel horse, she went. As she showed her skills, the loincloth barely provided some protection to her modesty.

She cartwheeled and somersaulted her way to the limbo bars. She arched her back backwards, and effortlessly danced her way from under the bars, shaking her pierced tits to make the bells jingle, with a beautiful smile on her face.

Then with another short sprint, the Pantheress climbed to the top of a platform for the tightrope. The horn blew in minute intervals to let her know how much time had passed. With plenty of time in hand, she waved and blew kisses towards the audience. When all of a sudden her eyes met a particular individual, and her smile faded.

The RingMaster followed her eyes to see who she was looking at. Unlike others who were cheering for her, this person was looking at her with a concerned expression. It was Nate. The two of them longingly looked at each other. Nate then knew for sure-- it was Racheal-- his wife, who vanished in the act almost a year ago.

After what felt like minutes, the Pantheress waved dismissively, and made her way to the beginning of the tightrope. She carefully took a few steps, using her hands to balance herself. Until then, she had been constantly smiling when she was running the course and doing gymnastics. But this time, she was not smiling-- her nervousness was clearly visible. Slowly, she made her way to the middle of the tightrope, where she took a moment to put on a fake smile, and again waved at the audience, their cheering encouraging her to finish the course.

As the Pantheress was waving to the audience, she couldn't help herself and her eyes met Nate's again. Then, the sudden blare of the horn startled her. She lost her balance and she fell to the safety pads below.

"Tch... tch... tch..." The RingMaster clicked his tongue. "Looks like this kitty failed the course! Do you think she deserves the punishment that's coming for her?!"

The audience answered "Yes," in unison. P

Nate quietly mouthed 'no', as he saw the Pantheress scrambling to her knees, holding onto the RingMaster's leg, looking at him with pleading eyes.

With a wave of his staff, the support crew rolled in a St. Andrew's Cross which had several leather straps along the limbs and in the middle. After the RingMaster whispered some instructions to the crew, they placed the cross in the middle of the arena, at a slight angle. Then they led the Pantheress to the cross, who showed no signs of protest, her eyes never looking up.

She was placed facing the cross. Her pierced tits pressed against it as her arms, and legs were strapped securely to the frame. Her waist was strapped, too, but was given a little wiggle room.

A ball-gag was placed in the catgirl's mouth. When her head was yanked up to strap the ball-gag behind her head, she looked straight ahead, and her eyes began to fill with tears. Racheal was facing Nate. She started to strain against the bonds. When she tried to turn her head to look away, another strap was fixed around her neck to force her to look straight ahead.

Cameras gave a three-sixty-degree view of the bound woman, and the huge screens above the arena which were used to show the acts and stunts from various angles, made sure everyone had a good view of Racheal.

Then the RingMaster moved behind her, put his finger at the edge of the loincloth, and then ripped it off her body. Everyone gasped when they saw that the tail she was wearing wasn't connected to the loincloth, but instead, had been inserted into Racheal's ass. And just below her asshole, there was another surprise. Racheal's cunt was pierced, too, with two rings on each of her lips. The rings were tied to thin threads around her respective thighs, making her pussy stretch as her legs were spread apart, so that her pussy would be spread open to welcome her owner, the RingMaster, whenever she opened her legs for him.

Racheal was sweating profusely under the intense humiliation, but her makeup covered the redness of her face.

The RingMaster made another announcement. "Since this lady over here failed the course with one minute remaining, that means it's sixty strikes to this lovely asset of hers!" He began to spank Racheal's butt.

Half of the audience cheered, while the other half let out a worried gasp. Racheal's eyes widened in fear, and she began struggling against her binds.

"Let's count together, shall we?!" The RingMaster rested the length of his staff across Racheal's ass. Then he caned her ass fifteen times in quick succession.

The audience counted along. The strikes were hard enough that people could hear it even without the mic.

Racheal's ass rippled with each strike. She screamed into her gag and struggled against her bondage with all her strength, but they didn't budge.

After the first fifteen strikes, Racheal was a mess-- she was crying her eyes out and tried to say 'please stop! I can't take it anymore!' but all that came out were a series of muffled groans. She was drooling nonstop because of the ball-gag. Her body was shivering from the intense pain. She looked at Nate through her blurred vision.

The RingMaster massaged her butt, with a smirk. He knew, under all this body paint, her skin was bruised and sore from the abuse. Then Racheal began panting, trying to shake her head, when she felt the staff resting on her thighs.

Racheal was caned again, fifteen times on her thighs. The audience chanted with each count. She could feel her legs cramping up. It made her squirm violently in her bonds, making the tail swing wildly for the audience's amusement. Then Racheal felt the RingMaster's fingers running up her thighs. He lifted her tail to the side, for the cameras to get a better view of her stretched pussy-- it was dripping wet. He inserted his fingers a little into her cunt and felt the her insides.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WE HAVE A MASOCHIST AT OUR HANDS!!" The RingMaster pulled out his fingers and some more of Racheal's juices dripped out of her pussy.

She pleadingly looked at Nate, and then closed her eyes in shame, her ruined mascara running down her cheeks.

The RingMaster came up to Racheal's face and wiped away the tears, along with some of the makeup. Then he loosened the ball-gag and stood aside a little, so the cameras could see her face. The RingMaster patted Racheal, and holding the mic in his other hand, he put his face close to hers.

Racheal looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Do you want to continue?" he asked, politely.

Racheal glanced at Nate, then looked at the RingMaster, then back at Nate. She then finally lowered her eyes in defeat, and weakly replied, "Yes," into the mic.

The RingMaster whispered, "Good kitty," and patted her head. Then he moved behind her, and yanked Rachael's head again, to force her look at Nate. With a sinister smile on his face, he tightened the ball-gag, making sure Nate knew he was abusing his wife for his own pleasure.

Then Racheal felt the staff on her exposed back, and again, began breathing heavily. Then, before she could steel herself, the caning began.

As the crowd chanted the strikes, some hit her flesh, some hit her bones, Racheal was writhing in pain. For a second, her vision blacked out, only to be pulled back when another strike hit the small of her back.

After the caning, the RingMaster ran his hands on her back, feeling the ridges of the welts, which were not visible because of the body paint. Then he signaled for the crew, who quickly freed Racheal from the frame, only to be strapped back onto it, but this time with her back against it-- she was then facing the RingMaster.

The video feed showed a look of, both defiance and submission, on Racheal's face as she stared at her master for the final batch of punishment. Her abused skin burned as it was pressed against the frame of the cross. Her stretched pussy dripped her juices.

"FOR THE FINAL PART!! LET'S GIVE THIS KITTY BOTH PAIN AND PLEASURE TOGETHER!!!"

Just as the RingMaster made the announcement, he pulled out his belt and folded it in half. Then he positioned himself near her stretched cunt and groped her pierced nipples a bit before unzipping his pants and letting out his impressive erection. The audience cheered as it sprang out and hit Racheal's trimmed crotch.

"ARE YOU READY!!?" The spectators roared.

"Are you ready?"

Breathing heavily, clenching her fists, with tears in her eyes, Racheal nodded.

"THE LET THE COUNTDOWN BEGIN!" The RingMaster whipped Racheal's pierced tits and simultaneously invaded her dripping cunt.

Only half of the audience chanted, "Fifteen," on the first blow, as the other half were too stunned at the sight.

Unlike the caning, when the RingMaster hit Racheal in quick succession, he was then taking his time whipping Racheal's tits. Only occasionally hitting her, as he fucked her relentlessly. The bells pierced in her nipples jiggled violently, their weights intensifying the abuse. The audience kept the count.

As Racheal was abused and pleasured simultaneously, it was too much for her. She could feel her mind giving up on her. The burning pain as the bruises and welts on her backside rubbed against the frame, as the RingMaster pounded into her in front of everyone. This was something that she couldn't handle anymore.

Having that she was no longer forced to look at Nate, Racheal focused on the man in front of her-- her tormentor, her trainer... her Master. Nate watched the video feed above, as the pained look on his wife's face slowly transitioned into one of pleasure. Her grunts of pain had turned into the moans of ecstasy. She no longer clenched her fists, but relaxed her hands.

"Ten," chanted the audience.

As the RingMaster continued to fuck and whip Racheal, she began giving in-- to the conditioning she had been put through for almost a year. Nate watched on the screens, his lost wife, Racheal, becoming Mrs. Pantheress in front of everyone.

"Five," chanted the crowd.

Even with her pussy lips stretched open by the piercings, Mrs. Pantheress was reaching her climax quickly; her cunt began clenching around the RingMaster's cock, as he increased his pace, fucking her. He pinched and pulled on her nipple piercings to elicit moans of pain and pleasure. But she knew better not to cum without her master's permission.

Throughout the last batch of whipping, Mrs. Pantheress never took her eyes off of the RingMaster. No matter how much her bruised skin rubbed against the cross's frame, or how her pierced tits were abused, or how the RingMaster pounded into her without abandon in front of everyone-- her submissive eyes never left his.

For the last strike, the RingMaster wound up for the final attack and asked everyone, "WHO AM I?!"

Everyone in the audience, except for Nate, and even Mrs. Pantheress through her gag, answered in unison, "THE RINGMASTER!!"

The moment his title reverberated through the arena, the RingMaster whipped Mrs. Pantheress right across her pierced nipples, then immediately grabbed and mauled them, as he released his potent seed deeply inside the fertile womb of the captive woman.