Ringmaster Ch. 22: The Calm Before by GaylynneQ
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“…And, then the next thing I knew, I woke up here in the Ring Realm,” I said, wiping away the tears on my face. I just stared at the floor, holding my face in my hands.
“Oh, you poor sweet thing. Come here,” Seqora said as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a hug, pressing my face against her bosom. She gently stroked my hair and squeezed me softly. “Deep breaths. There there. Just let it all out.”
And I did. I cried for who knows how long. Time worked weird here in the Ring Realm. I cried and cried until my tear ducts dried up. I was just breathing heavily into Seqora’s tits. I couldn’t even bring myself to appreciate just how soft they were.
“There. Feeling better?”
“No. Not really,” I said as I wiped my face. “How in the world am I supposed to feel? I let an egotistical megalomaniac trick me and gain control over the most powerful thing in the world! I lied to my girlfriends and manipulated their minds with magic. I’m an awful and terrible person!” I once again buried my face in my hands.
“Hey, no you aren’t,” Dmitry said as he came over and patted me on the back. “Listen, we’ve all had to deal with him in one way or another. Honestly, we blame ourselves for not preparing you better.”
“Yeah, we all thought that we had finally gotten rid of him,” Otis said, leaning up against the doorframe. “Even with the magic of the ring, we weren’t able to detect him anymore. And it’s difficult to plan against something you have no idea about.”
“A little warning would have been nice,” I said, wiping away tears. I sniffled and leaned against Seqora again. “Now I’m stuck here while the ones that I love are tortured, tormented, and who knows what else.”
“It’s not pretty what’s going on,” Otis said, clearing his throat. “If you wish, you can come to the main lobby area to see what is happening.”
“Ah yes, she’s already guilt ridden and beating herself up over this. Let’s show her the further consequences of her actions. What about that could possibly go wrong?” Dmitry walked over to Otis, a tranquil fury ready to burst out below the surface.
The two men stared at each other until Seqora cleared her throat. Otis and Dmitry looked away from each other, scowling a little before both heading towards the main lobby area.
“I swear, children, all of them. Decades of living here and they still find new ways to get at each other’s throats.” Seqora sighed and patted me on the head.
“I want to see.”
Seqora looked at me, gently tilting my head up to gaze into my eyes. “Darling Maria, are you sure? You don’t have to put yourself through this if you don’t want to.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head and forcing myself to lift off from Seqora’s tits. “I need to see this. I have to see what he’s done.”
Seqora nodded and the two of us walked out slowly to the main area; Seqora’s arm around was my neck as I held onto her, as if letting go meant I’d float right into the atmosphere. Standing around a large orb was Otis and Dmitry, as well as Rene and Zotova. Otis and Dmitry were having some sort of heated discussion, but they quieted down as they watched us walk in.
“Hey Maria. How are you feeling?” Rene asked, trying to give a sympathetic smile.
“Not good,” I said with a sigh, “but, I bet things back on Earth are worse.”
“You’re… not wrong,” Rene said as she touched the orb.
There was a bit of a glow as a vision came into view inside of the orb. Women, of all shapes and sizes, were walking around naked or barely wearing anything at all. Many of them looked like the bimbos that Cyril was turning people into before I was wiped away. They all looked ready and eager for fucking, which passer-bys took them up on, fucking them right then and there if the opportunity presented itself. I reached out and scrolled the view to look throughout the world. For the men, if they weren’t living it up and submitting to Cyril’s rule, they were used like workhorse slaves. They were covered in bruises, scars, and scratches. All the enslaved men wore collars around their necks, slightly too tight for them, and loin cloths that hardly covered their junk. All of them were worked to the bone as a source of labor. Those who resisted were beaten, only to be healed back up so they could be put back to work.
I scowled in disgust. This was the hell that I had allowed to be unleashed onto the world. I allowed someone who would do all of this get ahold of the most powerful thing in the world.
“What an absolute monster,” Zotova said, crossing her arms. “Cruel and heartless in every sense of the word.”
“He created the world exactly in his image how we wanted it,” Otis said with a shake of his head. “He’s learned many tricks; like being able to use women as a conduit for what he wants, allowing him to bypass the gender barrier of the magic. It is our fault for gravely underestimating what that man was capable of.”
“He brought war to the doorsteps of my home, and that was only the beginning of his terror,” Seqora said, looking down at the ground.
She touched the orb and the vision shifted to Regina. She was spread out on a bed, chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pulling her in each direction. Her mouth was gagged and she was blindfolded by what looked to be latex. Her body was covered in wounds and scars, writing and bruises. If it weren’t for this orb being omniscient in nature, I would not have been able to guess that this was the same nymphomaniac who I knew. To call her broken in her state would have been an understatement. “I have seen her go through countless hardships and tragedies, and yet this… I cannot bear to look at what he has done to my poor beloved daughter.”
To ease Seqora’s suffering, I touched the orb and thought about my girlfriends. The orb switched visions to each of them.
Lexi had been turned into a stripper; covered in gaudy tattoos, makeup, and accessories. Her body was a spectacle of a display as she stripped off everything to the hoots and hollers of rowdy men who looked ready to practically tear her apart and use every hole until she broke over and over again. I could not tell what she was thinking, or whether or not she even still had her own mind.
Tae had been converted into living furniture in Cyril’s palace, balancing a bowl of fruit on her back. She stood on her hands and knees, covered in latex to block her eyes and prevent her from moving. Her mouth and crotch were completely exposed, allowing for anyone to use her as they pleased.
Summer was the next vision. Describing her appearance and personality as dominatrix was an understatement. She was one of the slave drivers in Cyril’s world. Summer was carried around on a throne that was lifted by servants, much like a pharaoh of Egyptian times would have been. She used her whips viciously to reprimand anyone who didn’t fall in line with her demands.