Stay Curious

Stay Curious

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

Warning: This story is erotic horror. It features scenes of graphic rape and sexual torture, violence, hardcore sex acts, and supernatural creatures engaging in sexual acts. All actors are over the age of 18, and no mythical beasts were harmed in the production of this work. In the time of the great divide, an anti-magic barrier separated humans from supernaturals, fear and hate reigned on both sides. Lord Rozencrantz Reynaldo Voltimand is a half fey who was raised inside the anti-magic barrier after his noblewoman mother had an affair with a member of the Wild Hunt one winter. His bloodline must remain a secret, or his life would be at stake, but when Fey and other Supernaturals start going missing, he’s called upon by a Supernatural nobleman, Lord Cornelius Leonard Rhodri, to help. His ability to pass for human lets him join the other noblemen who ride the circus train so he can try to help Leo track down his missing friends, and put a stop to the circus for good. Neither of them were expecting the level of depravity they would encounter aboard the pleasure train, or the depths they themselves would be forced to sink to in order to fulfill their mission. Can they find love and pleasure in the midst of perversion, or will they be swallowed up by the twisted circus and shaped in its image?

Summary

Warning: This story is erotic horror. It features scenes of graphic rape and sexual torture, violence, hardcore sex acts, and supernatural creatures engaging in sexual acts. All actors are over the age of 18, and no mythical beasts were harmed in the production of this work.

In the time of the great divide, an anti-magic barrier separated humans from supernaturals, fear and hate reigned on both sides. Lord Rozencrantz Reynaldo Voltimand is a half fey who was raised inside the anti-magic barrier after his noblewoman mother had an affair with a member of the Wild Hunt one winter. His bloodline must remain a secret, or his life would be at stake, but when Fey and other Supernaturals start going missing, he’s called upon by a Supernatural nobleman, Lord Cornelius Leonard Rhodri, to help. His ability to pass for human lets him join the other noblemen who ride the circus train so he can try to help Leo track down his missing friends, and put a stop to the circus for good.
Neither of them were expecting the level of depravity they would encounter aboard the pleasure train, or the depths they themselves would be forced to sink to in order to fulfill their mission. Can they find love and pleasure in the midst of perversion, or will they be swallowed up by the twisted circus and shaped in its image?

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Train

Author Chapter Note

Warning: This story is erotic horror. It features scenes of graphic rape and sexual torture, violence, hardcore sex acts, and supernatural creatures engaging in sexual acts. All actors are over the age of 18, and no mythical beasts were harmed in the production of this work. <br /> <br /> In the time of the great divide, an anti-magic barrier separated humans from supernaturals, fear and hate reigned on both sides. Lord Rozencrantz Reynaldo Voltimand is a half fey who was raised inside the anti-magic barrier after his noblewoman mother had an affair with a member of the Wild Hunt one winter. His bloodline must remain a secret, or his life would be at stake, but when Fey and other Supernaturals start going missing, he’s called upon by a Supernatural nobleman, Lord Cornelius Leonard Rhodri, to help. His ability to pass for human lets him join the other noblemen who ride the circus train so he can try to help Leo track down his missing friends, and put a stop to the circus for good. <br /> Neither of them were expecting the level of depravity they would encounter aboard the pleasure train, or the depths they themselves would be forced to sink to in order to fulfill their mission. Can they find love and pleasure in the midst of perversion, or will they be swallowed up by the twisted circus and shaped in its image?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 16, 2015

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Lord Voltimand stood on his balcony, staring out at the darkening clouds to the west. The Wild Hunt was preparing to ride. As usual, he felt their call in his blood, a call he must never heed, never give any indication he sensed. It made him uneasy, the intense desire to chase the storm across the sky building in him until he took his horse from the stable and took off across the field, ignoring the shouts of his servants warning him about the storm and the Hunt. He knew, and he didn’t care. 

As the storm began to rage, he came to a stop atop a grassy knoll near the shimmering barrier that separated his domain from the domain of the supernaturals. The barrier wouldn’t hold out the hunt, and it wouldn’t hold him, which left him to wonder what exactly it was good for. 

Before he could spend too much time wondering, he caught sight of fairy fire coming along the swamp road on the other side. Well, here was a chance for him to see for himself. At first he thought they were only will o the wisps, but as they drew nearer, the dark outline of a carriage resolved itself from the shadows. To his sickened fascination, he realized that the horses didn’t have heads, just burning embers where their eyes should be. The coach barely hesitated as it crossed the barrier, the horses pranced and their embers bobbed as though they’d tossed their heads, but there was no other indication that the barrier had any effect until the horses slowed, became less solid, and slowly faded until the carriage was being pulled by a pair of skeletons picked completely bare, their will o wisp flames still burning. By the time the carriage underwent its final transformation, it was close enough for the lordling to watch as the prancing skeletons grew muscle, then flesh, and the spectral coachman transformed into a pleasant older gentleman in a top hat and coattails. 

“Good evening to ya, sir.” The coachman greeted as he pulled up alongside, “Would you happen to be the Lord of this estate?” 

“Rozencrantz Reynaldo Voltimand at your service.” Rey gave a curt bow, “You may call me ‘Lord Voltimand.’” 

“My master, the Duke Cornelius Leonard Rhodri, seeks an audience with you, my Lord.” The coachman announced, hopping down from his seat to open the coach’s door. “The rain will be upon us any moment, and with it, the Hunt. You’re welcome to ride with my master, and I will deliver you and your horse safely back to your estate.” 

“On your honor?” Rey asked, looking for the trick in the fey creature’s words, “Do you swear it?” 

“I swear on my true name, Jon Farrier, that I will convey you, without harm to yourself or your animal, in a timely manner back to your estate. My master’s business is also a matter of great haste, and I would be loathe to see him delayed.” The coachman promised. 

That was good enough for Rey, who dismounted his horse and stepped up into the coach. The gentleman waiting for him within was a handsome man with long, tawny hair tied back in a black ribbon. In fact, his entire manner of dress was sombre, his suit and tie were black, with a grey shirt beneath. 

The gentleman, Cornelius Rhodri, inclined his head respectfully, “Lord Voltimand, a pleasure to meet you.”

“I assure you, the pleasure is mine.” Rey offered his white-gloved hand. “It’s rare that a member of the fey would grace us with their presence, and a duke, none the less.” 

“Okay, cut the crap. We’ve done pleasantries, now can we please stop being so formal and stuffy? No one can see us right now.” 

Rey raised an eyebrow, surprised. “I like you, Lord Rhodri, you don’t fuck around.” 

“Please, just call me Leo. I hope you like me enough to help me. My request is a bit of a doozy.” 

The running of an estate wasn’t exactly an adventure. Maybe a ‘doozy’ of a request was exactly what he needed to burn the restlessness from his blood. His voice came out a hoarse whisper, “Tell me what you need, Leo.” 

Leo’s cheeks flushed and his eyes went a bit hazy for a moment, then he seemed to rally himself, “Lord Voltimand...” 

“Rey, if you please.” 

“Rey.” Leo swallowed hard, “My people have been disappearing, fear spreads in my territory like a plague and for months we have been left in the dark, not sure where to search. Then, last night, there was a breakthrough. One of our guards witnessed someone being forced into an enchanted cage by a group of humans carrying iron and silver. From there it came to light that an underground ring of slavers has been capturing beings of supernatural origin and selling them for entertainment.” 

“Horrifying.” Rey spat with disgust, “What entertainment is this?” 

“Our spies haven’t been able to discern. All we know is that it’s entertainment enjoyed by human nobility. They say that you’re sympathetic to the supernaturals, if that’s true, help us now.” 

“What can I do?” Rey asked, “How do you propose I help you?” 

“I’ve given it some thought. When I leave here, I’ll wait for you to infiltrate their ranks, and then I’ll make myself an easy target, in hopes of being captured.” Leo explained, “Buy me, make sure you’re the one that owns me. Do whatever it takes, you have my full consent.”

“I propose one change to your plan. I’ll infiltrate, then hire someone to capture you, specifically, for me. Then there will be no doubt that the plan will work. Give me three weeks, then expect someone to come for you.” Rey promised, “I just need to find an in.” 

It wasn’t like Lord Voltimand didn’t go to parties. He attended social events frequently, but usually he spent his time engaging in pleasant small talk and pursuing women he wouldn’t bed. Now, he put out feelers, and heard a rumor of a rumor that there was a pleasure train where enough money could buy you anything you wanted, or at least rent it for a night. He let the whisper stream carry a rumor back that he would be interested in experiencing this pleasure train for himself, and from there he didn’t have to wait long for a nervous lord to ask him if he’d like to attend a special party outside the anti-magic barrier. 

He wasn’t sure what he would find when he stepped off the platform, but a well appointed, pleasant room that slowly filled with other guests, chatting and sipping champaign wasn’t what he’d expected. At first, he was sure he’d been mislead, but then a man in came to a raised dais at the center of the car as the train pulled away from the station. “Welcome, esteemed guests. Some of you have ridden with us before, while many of you are new to our particular brand of entertainment. I am the Ringmaster, and soon, you will witness the opening festivities. Then you’ll be free to move about the train, sampling the pleasures we offer here. Many of you will become repeat customers. Some may even decide to stay on with us as performers or long term guests. Just remember, if you buy anything, you’re welcome to take it home with you. You’ll just need to provide the proper facilities. As always, we’re happy to make deliveries, and accommodate any special requests.” 

The crowd broke into cheers as the man left the stage, and two burly workers rolled a bench out to the center of the dais. It looked a lot like a table that might be used by a physician, the top part raised partway so that the patient reclined but it had raised stirrups on the end facing the crowd and an array of straps clearly intended to hold the ‘patient’ still. The entire contraption was fastened down to the dais with latches, and then their host reappeared. Behind him came two more men, leading a woman with the legs and tail of a deer behind them on a chain. Her cloven hooves clicked on the wooden floor as she attempted to resist, but they only grabbed her by her arms, lifted her onto the table, and strapped her down with her legs spread and her sex on display for all to see.

Disgust coiled in Rey’s chest, and he wanted to look away, to spare her what little dignity he could, but he didn’t want to draw suspicion. 

“It’s important to remember,” Their host reminded them, “That these creatures are not people. They are animals with pleasing forms and they are ours to do with as we see fit. Now, we’ll have an auction, and the winner decides the show.” 

There was a brief bidding war that ended when one of the men mentioned an inordinate amount of money and the Ringmaster called him up onto the stage. “Well, my good man, you’ve won the day’s auction. How would you like to take your entertainment?” The winning bidder said something that Rey couldn’t hear, and the Ringmaster smirked and tossed his hand in the air, “Bring out the Minotaur!” 

Big, ugly tears rolled down the woman’s face, but she remained stoically silent until the Minotaur was upon her, then the screaming started.  The minotaur was horrible to look upon, with his ugly bull head, drool clinging to his lips and his teeth far too sharp for his mouth. Even the human part of his body was covered in coarse black fur, and his hooves thudded heavily on the floor of the train as he positioned himself between the bound faun’s legs. His dick looked nothing like a man’s, it was smaller toward the tip, but still much too large for the woman he was attempting to enter, and at first it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to get it in at all. Then he gave a mighty shove and the very tip lodged itself within her. 

“Take it out! You’re ripping me in half!” She begged, but the minotaur didn’t listen; now that his dick was in a warm, wet channel his instincts took over and he plowed into her like an animal with quick, hard thrusts. Her screams and pleas for mercy only seemed to spur him on, and soon he’d managed to bottom out inside her, distending her abdomen unnaturally with the head of his cock each time he thrust it to the base. His balls slapped heavily against her ass, a counterpoint to her wails and sobs, and he grunted in pleasure as her pussy clenched around his intruding cock until finally he gave a bestial roar and his orgasm was made obvious by her tight pussy forcing his cum back out around his cock in great spurts. 

The sound of her anguish still echoed in Rey’s ears as he lay in his borrowed bed that night; disgust roiled in his gut like a ball of maggots at the memory of his own arousal. His reaction horrified him, yet he couldn’t help replaying the scene in his mind’s eye, wishing it was staged, that the woman had wanted the beast. He tried to imagine her screams of torment were really cries of pleasure. If only the ‘performers’ had been hired instead of enslaved, he wouldn’t feel such awful guilt when he took himself in hand and brought himself to climax. 

As he lay there, his seed still cooling on his skin, his mind wandered to thoughts of the things he might yet witness. He’d only seen three of the train’s many cars, and two of its captives. From the boasting of the Ringmaster, there were already enough slaves on board to satisfy even the most exotic tastes. 


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