Hunger

Chapter 20

For a moment he didn't speak a word, simply looming over her like a shadow intent on taking and possessing whatever it pleased. If Columbina had had any regret, it was too late now.

"Are you sure that's what you want, Doveling? Do you even know what it is you're asking?" His breath brushed over her, warm and tantalizing and Columbina felt her body turn traitorous. His mouth widened in a grin at the shiver she couldn't stop from going through her.

"Trading sex for my life," she said, having the urge to cast her gaze away from him in shame, but holding steadfast. "Believe me, clown. I know." Her voice came out smaller than she expected it to. A passing emotion came across Buggy's face, one she couldn't place. For a fleeting moment, she thought his expression had softened again until it twisted back into that smile she was sure was the last thing hundreds of people had seen before they met their end.

"Oh come now, there's no need for that," Buggy feathered his fingers down her chest, fingertips coming to rest lightly on her left breast. He wasn't groping her, but the Hunger he'd managed to pull from her very much wanted him to touch her. Instinct winning out against sanity. "I can't very well have you defiled, now can I?" Columbina then heard herself gasp as Buggy slid his hand inside her top, a mixture of revulsion and relief shooting through her, and a warmth she'd been craving all evening spreading through her mid-section. "See if I leave here with you too much of a mess, Lady Trine," Columbina swore internally as the cups to her bustier were pushed aside, Buggy exposing her to the gazes of the three men. He ran the pad of his thumb along one of her nipples, switching sides to gently pinch down on the other. He chuckled as she squirmed against his knee, watching her struggle with herself. "Humiliated and broken beyond repair," he'd leaned down to whisper the words in her ear, "What actual use would I get from you?"

He palmed her left breast in his hand, kneading her flesh, playing with her piercing, watching carefully for her to come undone. Off to the side she heard the other two men make murmurs of appreciation. Cabaji's tongue left his mouth, wetting his lips. "Would you look at that, she even comes adorned," his interest in her perhaps changing.

Columbina closed her eyes, the logical part of her brain screaming at her to shut out what was happening. The cut off of one of her senses only served to heighten others and she felt liquid begin to pool inside of her cunt as the clown gave one of her tits a playful slap, and then the other. He then splayed his fingertips over the left side of her rib cage.

"Beautiful," he commented, "Your heart beating so very fast right now," Columbina felt reality suddenly return to her when Buggy squeezed down hard on her left breast with every intention of causing her pain. She hissed as his fingers dug into her.

"Please, please, please..." She begged, her mind a muddled confused mess, not even knowing what she was asking of him at this point.

"Beating faster still," Buggy giggled in her face, enjoying his cruelty, "I wonder, Pink, did her heart beat quite like this when she was in her final moments? Do you care to tell me? Did she feel fear like this before you took her from me?"

"I—I, I don't know what you even want me to say!" she stammered, "I don't know what I can do to convince you that I d—don't...I don't know who this Granya person is, or what happened to her—"

"He rambled some nonsense about making a deal with an Unseelie woman," Buggy's hand drifted up towards her neck once more, his thumb threatening to sink into the cut he'd made. "And keeping mermaids captive in his little sideshow business until they wore out their welcome was his specialty."

"He--?" Mermaids?? Columbina asked, even more confused, wishing the clown would put his flair for drama aside and just be plain with her. The guy was rash, reactive and seemed to have little understanding of how unhelpful his lack of diplomacy was. "Listen, clown, I'm not a Faer--"