When Jule goes to a masquerade party dressed up as a princess she doesn't expect to meet a jester, someone from her nightmares, who wants to play roughly with her and dominates her publicly. The worst thing is that Jule reluctantly enjoys his ministrations...
Warning: This 3,000 word story contains graphic sex scenes, reluctant teen virgin high-school student, a horny jester, spanking, bondage, and is intended for mature audiences only! All characters 18+!
Excerpt
The jester raised his black gloved hand and waved to me. No one seemed to even notice. I looked around then back at his happy grin and he nodded, the bells on his hat jingled slightly, the sound clearly audible through the music and chatter, meant just for my ears.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath and gathering the multiple layers of my skirts tried to vanish into the crowd. The music pounding, lights flickering, I felt totally lost in everyone's laughter and blabbering all around me. Sauntering toward the exit I tripped over the hem of my dress and nearly fell, but managed to keep my balance and when I raised my eyes the jester was right before me. His grin widened impossibly stretching his bloody red lips even more and I froze in horror. The thing was that jesters and clowns and such had frightened me since childhood. When I saw one's face I expected his mouth tear open and blood rush out of the gap in his face and drip down his bare pointy teeth... Ugh! I averted my eyes ready to turn my back when he unexpectedly grabbed me by my wrist and twisted it slightly.
"Let me go!" I yelled, but the music muffled my scream.
"Not so fast, Princess." The jester grinning mask stared at me blankly, sending shivers down my spine. I writhed, cringing and tried to slap him with another hand but he grabbed me by my other wrist, my both hands now pressed together as he firmly held them with his hands.
"Oh, you're playful, Princess." he said.
"Stop calling me like that. What do you want?" I roared, looking around, but no one seemed to notice us. The jester twirled me deliberately and next second I found myself in his arms, my bare back pressed against his silky garish blazer. The jester's breath felt warm over my neck. It looked as if we were dancing; that was probably the reason no one rushed to rescue me, so I decided to jab his ribs with my elbow. Just a tad. He jerked, but didn't let me go.
"Ouch, Princess! You're naughty!" The jester whispered in my ear. "I'll have to punish you."
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