"Who is the ringleader of this circus?" Madam asked, her voice low and menacing as she circled us, "Who is the one who came up with this stupid idea?"
The owners pointed at me, and I raised my hand.
"Stupid. You are not supposed to raise your hand when they point at you," Michael whispered in my ear, "They are trying to get rid of you. You have to point at them back."
I quickly lowered my hand and pointed at Michael instead.
"Seriously? You are pointing at me?" Michael hissed, "After I just gave you advice?"
I quickly changed my mind and pointed at Karrak instead.
Michael sighed in relief and pointed at Karrak as well.
Soon, all of the owners were pointing at him.
Madam grabbed Karrak by the throat, lifting him like a rag doll, "You are the ring leader, huh?"
"Uh..." Karrak hesitated, "I think so?"
She dragged him out of the tent, leaving the rest of us to look at each other.
"What is going to happen to him?" I asked.
"No idea, the punishments are different every time," Skaris said, and the rest nodded in agreement. "It's a chastity cage most of the time."
"What does that do?"
"You can't touch yourself," he explained, "It's torture."
I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands.
"But it's my fault. I...I...made you fight each other. I didn't think..." I trailed off, "I'm the ringleader." I stood up and ran out of the tent, "I'm the ringleader! Madam, I'm the ringleader!"
The owners groaned behind me, "Here we go again," they muttered, "Don't come crying to us later!"
I was caught and swung in the air by Madam, with her arm wrapped around my arms and chest.
"Ugh!" I groaned from the impact, my legs flailing in the air.
I looked up and widened my eyes at Karrak, who was rubbing his sore throat with one hand while tying the string around his pants with another. Was I too late?
Madam pressed me against Karrak's chest and ordered, "Hold her."
He did as told and grabbed me, holding me against his chest.
Madam's hands slipped under my dress, and I shivered at the coldness of her touch, but couldn't move much. I felt her hands grab my legs and wrap them around her waist, and then she strapped something around my hips.
I didn't get it at first, but then the parts of the belt began to move, covering my genitals. I was confused at first, and then it hit me. It was the chastity device they were talking about earlier.
"Does it fit?" Karrak asked, and Madam stroked the metal between my legs, making me shudder. I didn't feel her touch directly, yet my insides pulsed in response.
I bit my lower lip to keep myself from making any noise as she continued to check the contraption.
"Fits perfectly." She tried to squeeze her fingers through the small holes and gaps, but nothing was able to get in.
"You should have had sex when you had a chance, Buttercup," she said, lifting my chin and moving my head from side to side, "Now you are stuck with this until I figure out what to do with you. You are starting to be a menace to my sanity. You and those nine idiots."
She turned and walked back to the tent.
Karrak dipped his feet in the water before doing the same to mine, and then followed her inside the tent with me in his arms. He put me down gently and went to take his previous place on his knees. I joined silently as well.
Madam waved a hand, "On your feet, you beautiful weirdos."
I peeked at the owners to see what they were doing, then copied them.
I arched like a sad shrimp, let out a long "uuughh, our backs," and limped like I had just survived something terrible, "And our knees!" I shuffled after them like I knew exactly what was going on. I didn't, but it felt important to pretend I did.
One by one, we bent before Madam, knees wobbling. She patted our heads gently, and just like that, we rose from the dead.
I stood there in awe of their ability to move on from their squabbles.
I grinned and slid onto the cushion, curious what would come next.
They scattered, some brought in drinks, some instruments to play.
I didn't know if I should join them with the singing and playing. I was too shy to ask to be included, so I did what I always did best. I stayed quiet and watched from afar.
I clapped along to the singing and swayed to the music. It was nice. It was so nice to be a part of this. I wanted to stay a part of this forever.
After a while, I shifted uncomfortably on the cushion, as subtly as possible, so that no one would notice. I was not used to wearing anything down there.
It was too tight and kept moving around and pressing against me at the worst moments. I had to constantly adjust myself, and it was getting frustrating.
Kurus, who was sitting next to me, lifted my dress to see how it looked, poking at the thing, and then patted my back in pity.
"Has anyone tried making Little Miss cum from the backside?" Baron asked, and they all paused, realizing the rear end was left uncovered.
"Forgot about that one," they said in unison. "There's still hope for her, boys," they announced, and I was still trying to wrap my mind around the whole chastity business.
Madam yawned and stretched.
"Time to sleep," she announced.
My shoulders slumped. Already? I didn't want to sleep yet. It was too early.
I slowly got to my feet and dragged myself out of the tent when they called after me.
"Little Miss, where are you going?"
"To sleep in my tent?" I replied, looking at them and they all looked at Madam with a smug smile on their faces. What did I miss?
Madam sighed and gestured to the pile of mats, pillows, blankets, and furs stacked up in the corner, "You can sleep with us from now on."
Huh?
Huuuuuuh?
"R-really?" I asked, barely containing my happiness. "Really, really?" I asked again to be sure, "Really, really, really?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she replied, pinching the bridge of her nose, covering the soft smile that escaped her lips.
I paced around the tent, not knowing which spot to choose. I didn't want to take someone's favorite place. "Where should I sleep?"
Skaris moved some pelts and furs around, making a dent in the middle, and everyone nodded in approval.
"Here," he said, patting the spot, "Right here. It's the safest place."
I sat down and looked at everyone, who were already getting comfortable in their spots, setting down their mattresses, blankets and pillows.
"Good night," Madam said, closing her eyes, and the others mumbled their goodnights too.
Were they going to sleep just like that?!
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it!