4 comments/ 105513 views/ 38 favorites Carny Fun By: JamieRed "Do you always come to a carny alone?" I shrugged, which pulled my tank top up, causing it to cup my breasts and bare my midriff. "Sometimes." I wasn't about to tell the guy running the ring toss my life story or that my boyfriend had stood me up. I pulled the tank top down tight over my tits, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lick his lower lip. I wasn't surprised. Men have always liked my tits. They were round and firm, totally natural 36DDs. My sensitive nipples responded quickly to the tiniest stimulus, and the late evening breeze had turned them to marbles. And I have to admit . . . I like the attention. I handed him a five. "Let's go again." He gave me the rings. "Honey, you can go as long as you want. I love watching you bend over to toss." I grinned. "I bet you do." I leaned over even farther this time, letting the ring fly. It clanged on the bottles and settled. "Bullseye!" He called, and he hopped off his stool. He glanced again at the bottle. "That gets you one of the big guys." His gazed moved up and over the display of stuffed animals at the back of the booth. "Ah, I don't have one of the good ones out." He nodded behind him. "Come with me to the storage. You like pandas?" He flipped one side of the counter up and motioned for me to join him. "Prefer sheep dogs if you have one." He pulled a set of keys out and pointed to a door at the side of the booth. "Got one of them, too." He opened the door and motioned for me to go in. I did, and the door shut, leaving us in the dark. "Is there a light?" "More or less." His voice came from my right. "But you won't need it for awhile." * * * Yep, I woke up in the dark, with a nasty headache, feeling like an idiot. How brain dead do you have to be, I scolded myself. You followed a strange man into a dark room! I just wasn't thinking, too steamed over the boyfriend to be cautious. I let out a sigh, startled that my breath hissed, and a bit of panic settled over me. Gag. I tested it with my tongue, and it felt like a bit wrapped in cloth. Damnation. I tried not to pant, to take stock as the fog cleared from my head, to stretch my muscles.... They didn't stretch much. My arms, pulled up tight over my head, felt as if they were caught in hard leather. I pulled...and they rattled. I knew the sound from my kink play with my boyfriend. Cuffs, leather-lined cuffs. A involuntary whimper lodged in my throat. This was NOT good, but it was even worse below the waist. My knees were bent, spread, and held fast, even though my feet dangled free. The binding bit into the flesh above each knee. My butt pressed against something hard, but soft fur brushed up against my bare thighs. The stuffed animals. The light flicked on, and I jumped, a yelp sounding around the gag. He stood in the door and looked down, a slow smile crossing his face. Behind him, the clangs and shouts of the carnival faded as he shut the door and locked it. "Sweet. Very sweet." I tried to say something quite foul, but it came out as muffled rage, and he laughed as he squatted beside me. "Fuss away. No one will hear anything over the noise of the midway." He slipped his hand under the tank top and pushed it up over my breasts, his fingers closing hard on both nipples. I whimpered and he grinned. "I'm on break, so I thought I'd show you a little of what's ahead." I struggled but he ignored me, letting me go long enough to pull a box from beneath a pile of animals. With a pocket knife, he cut off my tank top and cupped my breasts, sighing. "Beautiful." Then he pressed the tip of the knife under one nipple, which sprang to attention at the touch of the cold metal. "I have such plans for these." I mumbled again but sat very still. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Good girl." He cut my shorts away, then dropped the knife in the box and pulled out two vibrators, along with a tube of lubricant. "As you might guess, I've done this before. You wouldn't believe the girls who come here, showing off their tits, expecting us to ignore it." He smeared lube over both vibrators, then turned them on the lowest setting. "Me and a friend, we do love those tits. We got together, came up with this." He pushed the crotch of my panties to one side, then pried my slit open with one hand. I squirmed again, bucking in the bonds. "You're dry now, slut, but you won't be long." His broad, coarse fingers searched for my cunt, and he shoved the vibrator in, making my back arch as the pain shot through my hips and belly. He did the same with the second one, only getting it into my ass took more force, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the searing pain. He tugged my panties back into place. "That should hold them for awhile." He leaned his face close to mine, then pinched my nipples again, twisting them hard between his fingertips. "Of course, if you get so wet they slide out, we'll know you're ready for our cocks." He pulled my nipples up, stretching them, lifting my tits. "But we'll work on these beauties first." His fingertips tightened and I screeched as pain echoed through my chest. He dropped them, letting them bounce hard, then slapped them, one after the other, the blows coming harder as I screamed into the gag, tears flowing down my cheeks. His grinned widened as my breasts shook, rocking into each other, with each smack. He hit straight down on the nipples twice, and I struggled, trying desperately, futilely, to get away from the brutal work of his hands. He laughed, switching to my pussy, shoving the vibrators in deeper with two blows. He stopped. "Just a sample." He stood, snapped the light off, and left. I felt humiliated and stupid. Even worse, as the pain and heat slowly eased in my chest and hips, the gentle, teasing throbbing between my legs took over. I closed my eyes and tried to block the sensations. I was here against my will! I didn't want to feel any pleasure from this! Think of horrible things. I try, recalling dead pets, car crashes, rotten meat, my first prom. Anything, anything to get my mind off where I was. The cuts from the knife fight I'd had with a girl in high school, the agony of the stitches as they healed. The first time I'd been slapped as a kid. Slaps. The sting of his slaps on my breasts had faded to a teasing warmth, a heat that had become less pain than arousal. My boyfriend had slapped my tits once, not as hard, but enough that they had bounced against each other, stimulating me until my nipples had hardened and turned a deep red. Ahhh! I squirmed in my bonds. Don't think about . . .! Yet the inescapable low hum of the vibrators reflected the sensations growing steadily between my legs. In contrast to the pain, the vibrators heated my cunt and ass, the low settings teasing me relentlessly. As the minutes past, they did their work, gently arousing without relieving. I could feel my juices begin to flow, to leak out, to soak through my panties. My boyfriend and I hadn't fucked for more than a week, and I'd walked into the carnival horny. Now . . . now I wanted more. The vibrations continued, and I began to pant around the gag. My hips twisted, trying to urging the damn things deeper, make them go faster. In the chilling night air, my nipples tightened, almost begging for attention. I needed to make them stop, I needed to make them . . . The light flicked on again, and he was back, the evil grin even broader. Behind him stood a younger, taller man whose eyes widened at the sight of me. "See, Greg. I told you she was a gorgeous, and a real slut. Look at those soaked panties." I closed my eyes in humiliation, once again try to think of all things horrible. I could not cum for these assholes. Would not. A finger traced along the waistband of my panties and my eyes flew open again. Greg squatted in front of me, between my spread knees, staring at my breasts. "So beautiful," he whispered. "So worthy to be fucked." "And she'll love your cock." He leared at me. "Greg's huge. Can't find too many girls who'll take him willingly. One reason we do this." Greg's finger traced up and over my nipple, and my body shuddered as he pinched and twisted one, then the other. "Hand me the clamps. I need to see her pain." I shooked my head wildly, screaming into the gag, as his partner pulled the box from beneath the animals again and reached in. Like a surgeon's assistant, he handed Greg the clamps. With great relish, Greg pulled and twisted each nipple before placing the clamps as close to the areola as possible. Partner then handed over two chains with small weights. Greg attached the chains to the clamps and draped the weight up and over the cuffs that held my hands fast to the wall behind me. A searing agony shot through my breasts and stomach, and my body bucked. All arousal fled from me, which was the opposite effect the clamps had on the men. Behind the cloth of their pants, their cocks began to bulge. With the weights in place, my breasts were pulled upward by the stretched nipples, and struggling added to the pain. Tears burned in my eyes as I watched Partner hand Greg a small hairbrush. With the bristles turned outward, Greg used it as a paddle, popping me randomly on the breasts, stomach, thighs, ass, and cunt. The pain was a searing fire that seemed to consume me as the blows went from light to hard, then back again. Their hard-ons grew even larger, and Greg grinned down at his partner's crotch. "You look like you're hurtin', man." Partner pulled the knife from the box. "Bad. I gotta fuck her." Greg nodded. "You go first. Leave the vibrator in her ass and turn it up." I tried to shake my head, but Greg tightened one of the clamps as his partner cut off my panties and pulled the vibrator from my cunt with a slick rush. "You have no say in this, slut." He turned the brush around and hit me between the legs, bristle-side down as his partner dropped his pants and knelt between my legs. My hips bucked from the pain, spreading to welcome his partner's cock. Partner sank into me hard, his hands grabbing my ass and pressing me hard against his groin. He was average in size, not much larger than the vibrator, but his thrusts were hard and deep, making the weights pull even tighter on my nipples. Beside me, Greg unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Grabbing my hair, he turned my head toward him. My eyes widened. I'd not been with that many men, just two boyfriends. Neither of them could compare to this cock, which looked to be almost 10 inches long, and as big around as a soda can. "Like what you see?" I shook my head. He laughed. "You will. You'll love it. One day, you'll beg me to fuck you with it." One day? Partner slapped my right breast, and I closed my eyes. Greg jerked my head back forward and pushed it down. "Open your eyes, slut. Watch him fuck you, then you watch him cum." I fought for breath as Partner hit my left breast, making the clamps pinch tighter. Below, his cock slid in and out of me as I tried to ignore the pain of the double penetration. Finally, he pulled out, cumming hard, his semen coating my pussy and thighs with long white streaks. He leaned backwards, satisfied. He grinned up at Greg. "She's tight, brother. Tight. She ain't a virgin, but that pussy ain't seen a lot of action." He gestured toward my butt. "And that vibrator's the first thing she's had in her ass." Greg almost licked his lips. "A keeper, then." Partner nodded, and the fear that swelled in my chest took on a new meaning. But who would miss me? The boyfriend who stood me up? The parents I hadn't seen in years? The friends who? . . . "Get that outta her," Greg commanded. "My time." Partner pulled the vibrator out and returned both to the box. Greg knelt between my legs, and I closed my eyes, expecting pain from the thrust of his engorged cock into me. Instead, his fingers spread the lips of my labia and he began to explore me gently. "Open your eyes!" I did, looking at him. "You're a beautiful woman. Tits to die for." His tender probing continued, his fingers cool and affectionate after the punishment of his partner's brutal thrusts. "I bet you could fuck a man blind. The right man." His fingers found my clit, rubbing it softly as he continued to watch me. "Your clit is larger than a lot of women. You'll be more sensitive, easier to arouse." His fingers closed around the bud, pinching it, and my breath caught in my throat as arousal swelled in my pussy and chest. Think about horrible things! Think! "You love sex, don't you, girl?" I do! No! Stop! As I watched, he bent forward. His hands spread me wide, pulling me open, and his lips closed on my clit, sucking it tightly. I groaned, pushing my hips up toward his face. He moaned as his buried his face into me, moving up and down, his tongue flicking over me, then sucking in turn on my lips and clit. Arousal built in me like a banking thunderstorm, everything swelling as he teased and licked. I strained against my bonds, wanting more, wanting him to stop, STOP arousing me. Not fair! He straightened, my juices forming a glaze around his mouth. "A beautiful slut, indeed. To fucked over and over." Before I could react, he leaned forward and pushed the tip of his cock into my swollen pussy. At first, I did want it, pushing up toward him, and he laughed. His hands grabbed my hips as he pushed in farther, however, and the first wave of pain began as his cock pressed deeper, spreading me more than anyone ever had. I felt the first tearing, and more tears sprang from my eyes. "Oh, yeah," he sighed, and his thrusts picked up speed, going deeper with each one, and he held each inward thrust longer, feeling me tighten and loosen around him. Partner pushed my head forward, making me watch the action of Greg's engorged cock moving in and out of me, coated with the slickness of our arousal. With one thrust, he held in, and watched me a moment, then said, "I want her on top." Quickly, with practiced moves, Partner released the cuffs from the wall and the weight chains from the clips. He cut the ropes that bound my knees to the walls of the game stand, and got behind me, pushing me forward. Greg grabbed my hips and held himself inside as he leaned backward. I now straddled Greg, but before I could react with my cuffed hands, Partner grabbed them and jerked them upward, fastening them to a chain in the ceiling. They had, indeed, done this many times before. My own weight now bore me tight on Greg's cock. Instead of thrusting, however, he licked his fingers and reached between us, finding my clit. He rubbed, massaging me until the arousal returned, full force this time. I moaned through the gag, feeling my cunt tightened around him. I was going to cum. He rubbed faster. "You like being fucked, don't you, slut?" Closer. Closer. My muscles tightened. I don't want this. No. Not like this! He rubbed harder. "Tell me you want to be fucked." Closer. Oh. My. God. I nodded. "Again, slut!" I nodded furiously. He rubbed and resumed the thrusts, and I threw back my head and screamed through the gag as I came, the climax rushing over me like hot water, my release making my cunt tighten on Greg's cock in rapid waves. With a roar of pleasure, Greg released the clamps on my nipples at the same moment that Partner released the cuffs from the chain. Fire shot through my chest and I fell forward. Greg caught me, holding my shoulders as his lips found one nipple. Partner slapped both hands down on my ass, spreading me suddenly, and before I could struggle, he pressed the tip of his cock against my anus. A flash fire of pain and pleasure consumed me as he entered me, the double penetration like nothing I'd ever felt before. My climax still moved over me in waves of pure erotic exhilaration even as the pain in my ass and tits felt like hot blazes. Greg sucked greedily on my pain-filled nipples, prolonging my climax a few more moments as they both came, filling my holes with hot semen which leaked down my legs as they pulled out. Partner dragged me back over to the pile of stuff animals and fastened my cuffed hands to the wall again. Saliva had soaked the gag and drizzled down my face, and I wanted to curl in on myself and recover. Instead, he pulled me out full length, binding my ankles together with rope and tying them to a hook in the far wall. Greg stood slowly, cleaning himself with my discarded tank top. He looked down at me. "Definitely a keeper. I'm going to enjoy fucking you for a long time to come." Partner came to stand beside him. "Think we should let Dave in on this?" Greg thought a moment, then shook his head. "Not yet. Only when we're ready to watch other men fuck her. Right now I just want to fuck her cunt, ass, and mouth till I can't move and then make her cum till she can't breathe. Till she's addicted." They turned and left, turning out the light as they did. The next day, when the carny broke and left town, I was tucked away in the bunk of Greg's RV, bound and gagged, a vibrator on low in my cunt. Waiting for the first rest stop. Carny Fun Ch. 02 The next day, when the carny broke and left town, I was tucked away in the bunk of Greg's RV, bound and gagged, a vibrator on low in my cunt. Waiting for the first rest stop. I squeezed my eyes shut, images from the night before flashing through my head like painful lightning strikes. Mental photographs of the abuse Greg and Partner, whose name was Jim, had heaped on me in the back room of the booth, then again after they'd smuggled me into the run-down RV they called home. Greg and Partner shared the RV with a tall, muscular black man named Dave and a petite lesbian, Realle. After the midway had closed, the breakdown began immediately. Before dawn, the trucks were loaded and ready to pull out. Everyone returned to the RV to grab a few hours sleep before heading north. The next location for the traveling fair was only 150 miles away, and they didn't open until the next Friday night -- almost three days from now. Greg and Jim introduced me to Dave and Realle by cuffing my hands together and draping the chain between the cuffs over a hook Jim had imbedded in the ceiling. So there I stood, almost on tiptoe, gagged and naked, when they climbed the narrow steps into the RV. Dave let out a low whistle as he circled me, his fingers tracing lightly over my skin, causing gooseflesh to pop out all over me. Realle gave a chuckle best described as evil, then dropped into a chair, watching. Dave cupped one of my breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple lightly. "Better tits than the last one." "All natural," Greg said. "Tighter cunt, too. She protests, but she loves cock. Even got her to beg for mine." I closed my eyes, wishing the nightmare away, even though I realized it had really only gotten started. "How's her mouth?" Realle asked. Jim stood up and came around behind me, one hand slapping my ass hard enough that I swayed forward, losing my footing. "Needs training. She'll get there." My feet scissored in the air, trying to find the floor again, the weight of my body pulling hard on my shoulders and wrists. Jim steadied me, his huge hands closing around my waist. He reached up and unhooked the chain, and I fell forward against him. "Might as well get started now." He led me to the chair where Dave sat and ordered me to kneel in front of him. I did and Dave gripped my hair at the back of my head, his voice low and commanding. "Take it out and get started, girly. I want a blow job to remember." The grit of the floor ground into my knees as I fumbled for his jeans and unzipped them. The half-hardened cock I pulled out stiffened more as I stroked it, and when I closed my hands around it, my fingers didn't meet. Jim released the gag from my mouth, but I barely had time to lick my lips before Dave shoved his huge cock between them. What followed was less blow job and more face fucking, as he braced the side of my head with one hand. The hand in my hair tightened until I cried out from the pain, and he plunged my head down, over and over, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, gasped, and tried to suck him. Saliva spilled out of my mouth and down over him, coating his cock, stomach, and balls. I grabbed his hips to steady myself, but he gave another order. "Massage my balls, bitch!" I reached between his legs and caressed him firmly, wishing this over with. My world narrowed to the thrust of his cock in and out and the sounds of my slurping gags. Glancing sideways once, my eyes widened when I realized that Realle was taking photos. She moved gracefully around us, almost like a fashion photographer, shooting my humiliation from every angle. Suddenly, Dave groaned and pulled me away from him, shooting semen all over my face and breasts. It felt like a gallon of the white, sticky goo coated me, as Realle shot merrily away. The hot streams dripped down my cheeks, chin, and onto my tits. Finished, Dave released me, shoving me to the floor. "The slut does have a sweet mouth." Realle handed Greg the camera. "Put her back on the hook." Dave lifted me off the floor, jerking my hands over my head and slipping the chain over the hook. He replaced the gag in my mouth and looked at Realle. "Now what?" She merely smiled as she stepped closer. Silently, she lowered her head and her mouth closed over one nipple. My breath lodged in my throat and I closed my eyes. I'd never been with a woman before and my mind screamed against it, but after the abuse I'd taken from the men, the gentleness of her lips and tongue felt like a refreshing shower. She inflicted no pain at all as she licked, kissed, and sucked on both breasts. I moaned, and she whispered, "Does that feel good?" I nodded. "How about this?" Her hand slipped lower, over my belly and between my legs. Her fingers caressed my clit, soft as a kitten, stroking lightly. I nodded again. She pressed deeper, and my arousal surged through me as her fingers worked firmly, thoroughly on the swelling, moist folds of my cunt. She focused again on my tits, nibbling the tight nipples over and over. I groaned through the gag as my clit hardened and my lips opened to her caresses. "You want to cum?" I did. I didn't want to, but I did. I nodded. One of her fingers pressed into my cunt, and I groaned again. "You are wet, but I don't think you're ready to cum. Are you sure?" Her thumb did a circle around my clit and my hips bucked. Her fingers pulled out of me and spread my juices all over my labia. "Maybe you are. Boys." She stepped back and my eyes flew open as rough, masculine hands closed on my flesh. Dave grabbed my ankles and lifted, spreading my legs wide, and Jim ducked beneath them, straightening up in front of me, his rock-hard cock aimed for my cunt. Behind me, Greg spread my ass cheeks, and I screamed against the gag as they both entered me, almost simultaneously. The thrusting pain of the double penetration felt like a fire spreading through my gut. Paused on the edge, I came quickly, my body twisting against them, my climax squeezing them in waves. They fucked me fast and hard, my body writhing between them as we all three came, the pain of the penetration wrapped in the rocking pleasure. They pulled out, and I swayed, held up by the cuffs. Every inch of my body ached, and the sexual abuse and satisfaction had drained me emotionally and mentally. One of them unhooked me and I collapsed to the floor. Dave picked me up and sat me in one of the chairs. Jim released my gag as Realle brought me a bottle of water. I downed it eagerly. Greg brought me a turkey sandwich and more water, and as I ate, Jim watched me for a moment, then spoke in a harsh, gravelly voice. "We will leave the gag off as long as you stay quiet. You scream or try to raise any alarm, you'll wear it from now on. Understand?" I swallowed the last of the sandwich and nodded. Realle sat on the table. "Good." She twisted toward me and spread her legs. "Now. My turn, bitch." I stared at her. "What?" Dave grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet. I gasped as he shoved my head toward her crotch. "You have to serve all of us, you slut!" I was a little off balance with my hands still cuffed, and I stumbled, my face landing between her legs. She laughed. "Make her eat me out, Davey baby." "You got it, girl." Dave shoved my face roughly against her cunt. "Lick!" I did. Fumbling the best I could with my cuffed hands, I spread her lips with my fingers and tongue. I licked up and down her slit, and she writhed beneath me, lying back over the table. Dave ground my head against her, and I sucked furiously on her moistening flesh. Her juices flowed freely, coating my nose, mouth, and chin, and I almost gagged from her scent. Dave relentlessly guided me, his grip like iron on my hair, pulling it tightly. Suddenly, a hand pressed between my legs, and I jumped, groaning as two fingers shoved into my cunt, digging deep. The moan vibrated against Realle, and she cried out in pleasure. Two fingers, then three, roughly thrust into me, driving me rhythmically against her as my tongue found her clit. I licked hard against it, then pulled it into my mouth, sucking as if it were a tiny cock, while my fingers pushed deeper into her. By bracing my hands against my chest, I let the hard pulsing in my own cunt drive how fast I finger fucked her. She screamed as I bit her clit, her body thrashing with spasms of pleasure. She grabbed my head on either side of Dave's hand and held my face against her as she came, streams of juice flowing around my face. The hand pulled out of me and Dave yanked my head away from Realle as Greg took shot after shot of my pussy juice coated face. * * * By the time they tucked me into my bunk, my body carried a bone-deep soreness like nothing I'd ever felt. They had uncuffed my wrists, but shackled my ankle to the bunk. I sleep without dreams, waking when I heard them began to stir about, fixing breakfast. Realle brought me a sausage biscuit and more water, but I was not allowed out of the bunk. From the activity in the RV, you'd never know they had me tucked away, their hidden sex slave. They ate and got showers, then Dave murmured something about starting the truck, and he left the RV. I could hear diesel engines cranking up all over the parking lot, warming up for the trip. Dave returned, rubbing his hands together. "Man, I've got morning wood like you ain't gonna believe. I gotta have a fuck before we go." Laughing to herself, Realle got the camera as Jim uncuffed my ankle and pulled me from the bunk. "Sit her on the table and hold her arms behind her." Jim did, pressing my elbows together, arching my back. Dave cupped my breasts and rubbed them together, his thumbs raking across the nipples. My body shuddered a bit, betraying me. "You see it, boys? She loves having these titties squeezed and loved on. You saw it with Realle last night. Don't matter who's doing it." My nipples had hardened, and he bent his head and sucked tightly on one. I sighed, the pleasure and arousal exquisite following the rough treatment. He licked and sucked one until it stood stiff, hard, and red. He moved to the other, still squeezing, massaging them both, as my pussy moistened and swelled. He straightened and let his hands trail downward, pressing broad flat fingers into me, gently circling around the folds of flesh. I whimpered, my body arching. "You like that, don't you, slut?" I nodded and he lowered his head, sucking on my clit. My body jerked, close to climax, and I moaned as my head dropped back. Dave stopped, unzipped his pants, and with one sharp thrust, drove his thick hard cock into me. I cried out and bit my lip as he pulled in and out. Pushing his hand between us, he circled my clit with his thumb. "You want to cum, don't you, bitch?" I nodded furiously. "Say it." "Please let me cum!" His teasing of my clit increased, and my hips began to thrust in rhythm with his. "Tell me you're a whore who loves to fuck!" "I'm a whore who loves to fuck! Please!" Dave pulled his hand out and grabbed both my hips, speeding up his thrusts and climaxing quickly, withdrawing his cock and shooting his cum all over my belly and thighs. "Finish her off, boys!" I almost screamed, still needing to cum, as Greg stepped in and entered me, fast, hard, and wild. Realle circled, taking pictures as I begged to cum. Dave grabbed both breasts, slapping them hard and biting the nipples until I thought I'd pass out. I finally climaxed with Jim, who followed Greg. I came with more power than I think I ever had, my body thrashing all over the table. Jim, too, shot his load all over my body. Dave watched, grinning. Then just as Jim had squeezed the last drop onto my stomach, Dave went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a black marker. Before I realized what he had planned, he scrawled S L U T across my chest. "Just so you don't forget what you are." He looked at Jim. "Put a vibrator in her so she'll be ready for us when we stop." He dropped the marker back in the drawer. "Come on, Realle. We have a truck to drive." They left, and Greg started the RV. Jim put me back in my bunk, cuffing my ankle again. He had a sly grin on his face as he retrieved a vibrator from a box and told me to spread my legs. He set it on low, inserted it, the pressed my thighs together. "Don't cum. Especially now that we know how much you love it." Right. It's one thing to enjoy a good cum. Another entirely to wonder if you'll spend the rest of your life chained to a bunk. The RV lurched as Greg released the brakes, and I clutched the bunk's mattress. One by one, the big rigs and RVs rumbled out of the parking lot, and the vibrator between my legs hummed merrily. All of us waiting to see what happened the next time we stopped... Carny Fun Ch. 03 The deep roar of the RV's engine almost matched the low hum of the vibrator in my cunt, which kept me wet and on the edge of arousal. I couldn't see out from the bunk where I was shackled, but I could tell from the feel of the road that we had left the city and hit the interstate. The RV settled into a steady, rocking rhythm, and I drifted close to sleep. The hand in my hair snapped me awake, and Jim slapped my face as he jerked my head toward the side of the bunk. He put his face close to mine. "Did you really think you'd get to sleep, slut?" He pulled the vibrator from my pussy, then released the cuff that bound me to the bed and slung my feet to the floor. "Kneel in front of me." I did, moaning slightly. Every muscle in my body ached, and I didn't know if I had the energy for another blow job. That's when Jim surprised me. He handed me a ponytail holder and pointed at my hair. "Put your hair up. High." Confused, I ran my hair through my long curls and gathered them into a single rope at the crown of my head. As I did, he slid a leather collar around my neck and fastened it snugly. The soft collar had metal loops attached all around, and Jim cuffed my hands together, then attached the cuffs to one of the loops at the back of my neck. Pulling me to my feet, Jim sat me in one of the captain's chairs in the dining area of the RV. The two pillows he shoved down behind me made my back arch and my tits bounce harder with each rocking motion of the RV. Pushing my legs apart, he propped my knees over the chair's arms. He held them in place by looping a rope around one knee, running the rope around the back of the chair, through the cuffs on my hands, finishing by looping it around the other knee. He tugged steadily, spreading my knees and pulling up on my collar until my hips and back ached and I cried out in pain. My legs hadn't been split that wide since cheerleading, and I groaned, barely able to breathe. He grinned. "Pain is what our customers want, bitch, and we intend to provide it." I must have looked confused because he continued with a sneer. "What do you think all the photos are for? We have a website called Your Sex Slave. Cheap but profitable. They tell us want they want. We do it to you. This is an idea from the site. Today we move to video." He pulled out the black marker from last night and refreshed S L U T on my chest. He took several close ups of my tits and cunt before pulling a high end video camera from one of the locked cabinets. Locking it down in a mount on the opposite wall, he made several adjustments before stepping back toward me. "What's your name, bitch?" There was no way I was giving this asshole my real name. I made one up. "Kitt." "What are you, bitch Kitt?" I hesitated, and Jim slapped my face. "It's written right on your chest. Say it." I shook my head. Jim seemed to erupt, using his bare hand to slap my breasts, pussy, thighs and face. I screamed, cursing him, but the blows continued to rain down until I begged for him to stop. Tears streamed down my face and I struggled hard against the bonds that held me fast to the chair. My flesh burned with pain, and I pulled hard to get air. Jim grabbed my pony tail. "What are you, bitch?" I whimpered. "A slut." "Louder." "I'm a slut!" I sniffed, fighting the tears. Jim stood behind the chair and leaned over me, cupping my breasts, sliding his hands forward, rolling my nipples between his fingers. They responded, growing redder and tighter as he pinched them. "So you like this? Like having your nipples pinched, like a good slut." I nodded. "Say it!" "I like—" My voice faltered, and he squeezed the tightened buds so hard I cried out. "What do you like?" I gasped. "I like having my nipples pinched." "And clamped?" I nodded. "And clamped." "And spanked?" "I like to have my tits spanked." "And your pussy?" He pinched harder, and more tears blinded me. My back arched involuntarily against the agony in my chest. "I like having my pussy spanked." He reached down and massaged my cunt, pressing his fingers in and pulling them out moist, smearing the juices over my pussy and thighs. "You're wet. Do you want to be fucked like the slutty dog you are?" "Yes." His fingers dipped in and out again. And again. And again, until I could hear the slick liquid squish as well as feel the growing arousal. "Beg me." "Please fuck me like a dog. Please." He rubbed my clit, digging in with his nail, and I cried out. "I don't think you deserved to be fucked. You need to be punished first, for being the perverted slut that you are." Jim moved away from the chair, and I heard him prowling in a drawer. He returned with the nipple clamps, clipping them to my hardened and sore buds. I squirmed, feeling the juices in my cunt flowing faster as the muscles twitched and my clit swelled. He then pulled a flail from the drawer and began, gently at first. The blows fell on my tits and thighs, then my pussy. I moaned, startled at how arousing this was. My hips twisted as my body edge closer to climax. He paused, rubbing my cunt hard. "Damn, you're a hot slut! You're soaked. You really need punishing!" And my world changed. The flail came down hard and fast, steady increasing in speed and heat. I screamed as it left stripes all over my breasts, thighs, and pussy. I bucked futilely against my bonds as he focused on my cunt, giving my spread pussy a thorough beating. My juices flowed down my ass and spread over the seat of the chair. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed in pain. He paused, reversed the handle of the flail, and inserted into my dripping pussy. He released the clamps on my nipples, and my cries echoed through the RV as he rammed the flail handle in and out. He furiously rubbed my clit with his other hand until I came, hips bucking, blubbering with pleasure through the pain. He grabbed my ponytail again. "You loved that fucking, didn't you, slut?" I nodded, my hair pulling against his grip. With a quick move, Jim pulled a pocket knife from his jeans and cut the ropes holding my legs and collar. He pulled my head forward and I slid from the chair, collapsing on the floor. "Oh, no, you're not done yet!" He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees. He unzipped his jeans and pulled a rock-hard cock from within. Yanking hard on my hair, he commanded, "Suck it!" He pressed my face to his cock, and I opened wide. In full view of the video, his shoved my face toward his crotch. I gagged as the tip hit the back of my throat. "I love it when a slut gags." He held my face tight against him until I struggled for air. He gripped the ponytail tighter, pulling my face away, then shoving it back and holding it until spit and pre-cum leaked from my mouth. He then picked up the rhythm, the motions of his hand matching the thrusts of his hips as he fucked my face. Juicy, slurping, noises escaped me as saliva smeared over my cheeks and chin. I gagged repeatedly and tried to cough, but the thrusts of his hard cock to the back of my throat felt endless. Jim moaned. "Damn, what a slut you are, loving my cock." More thrust, then he pulled away suddenly, leaving me kneeling there, mouth open, drool dripping onto my tits. He slapped me, knocking me to the floor, making my shoulders ache from the blow, the collar tightening around my throat from the awkward position. "You don't deserve my cum, bitch! Beg me for it!" I whimpered. "Please let me have your cum!" "Again!" "Please let me have your cum!" Jim lifted me, placing me on my knees and pressing my head forward until my cheek rested on the chair. I could smell my pussy juices on the seat as he pressed my head down. "Time to fuck you like a slut dog." Spreading my ass, he pushed his cock, still dripping with my spit, against my anus. "This is how we fuck sluts." He shoved it in. I bellowed into the chair, the pain of his entrance almost ripping me apart. My body felt like it had been in an oven, and the stripes on my chests flashed with pain. The only relief was that it didn't take long. After only a few hard strokes, Jim came, filling my ass with hot sperm. He slid out, finishing by streaking my ass and lower back with cum. He leaned back, panting for air. When he finally caught his breath, he commanded, "Crawl over here and clean me up." Using what little energy I had, I pushed myself away from the chair, struggling to keep my balance with my hands still cuffed behind my head. I bent over him, licking his shrinking cock, sucking the fluids from it. As I did so, he pulled a key from his pocket and uncuffed my hands. As I rubbed my arms and shoulders to restart the circulation, he stood and retrieved the vibrator from my bunk. Grabbing my ponytail, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me toward the chair. "Sit!" I did. "Lean back and spread your legs." I did, and he handed me the vibrator. Confused, I stared at him, and he grinned evilly. "Fuck yourself." He pointed at the camera. "Look into the camera and fuck yourself. Describe every move. Tell us how much you love it. Tell us what a whore you are." I stared at him. I couldn't. Since my kidnapping, I'd been beaten, raped, and abused beyond anything in my imagination. I knew it wasn't over. I'd accepted that. But to do it to myself? I couldn't. I shook my head. Jim just grinned wider. "Do it, or I'll set you up to be fucked by every man in this carny and every willing truck driver at every stop on the road. Then we'll sell you, naked, to the next trafficker we meet. This is nothing. You're humiliation has barely begun. You got it?" Fear surged through me. I got it. I nodded. "Then do it." I turned on the vibrator, watching it a moment. Then I cupped one breast and ran the shimmering tip over the nipple, speaking softly at first, looking into the lens. "I love the feel on my tits, vibrating against my nipples. Like a soft tongue flipping them." I switched to the other breast. "It feels incredible. They harden as I get more excited, and my juices start to flow." Jim licked his lips, then stood behind the chair, reaching over to pinch my nipples. "Good," he whispered. "Now your cunt." He rolled the buds between his fingers, pinching and stretching them as I rubbed the tip of the vibrator over my clit. I was hot now, juices flowing again. I slid it up and down, smearing it over my soaked cunt. "I'm wet, my clit hard, just from the rubbing. I want it in me, but I wait, teasing more." I rubbed it up and down faster. Jim pinched my tits harder and I moaned, my cunt responding by opening wider. "Sluts like to be teased, don't they?" My breath came in short pants now as I turned the speed up on the vibrator, spreading my hot fluids up and down my slit. "Yes. We . . . do. Teasing makes up hot and ready." "Fuck yourself, slut." I slid the vibrator between my lips and into my cunt. Juice poured out as I pulled it out, then in again. "Does it feel good, fucking yourself?" I nodded, thrusting faster. With my other hand, I rubbed my clit. "Oh, yeah! Spread those lips, whore. Show them how swollen and needy your clit is!" I followed his command, flicking my clit with one finger, back and forth. "Tell us!" I thrust harder, my breath coming in short gulps. "I love getting fucked!" "Why do you love getting fucked?" "I'm a whore. I love being fucked until I can't breathe." "Cum for us, whore. Cum like the slut you are!" I shoved the vibrator in tight, cumming hard, crying out with passion and pleasure. Jim let go of my tits and stood back, looking down at me. "You are going to be our most popular slut yet, bitch. I can't wait for tonight." He walked over and shut off the camera. "Tonight?" He looked back at me. "Tonight we put you on the webcam. And take requests from the subscribers." Carny Fun Ch. 04 At the next truck stop, Greg wasted no time in tapping into their wifi setup and uploading the video of my humiliation at Jim's hands. He listed the time of the webcam "performance," and within moments, seven requests hit the site. On a trip like this one, the carnies made no attempt to travel in a caravan. Every driver knew the next stop, and as long as everyone made it on time, the owner didn't worry too much about it. Greg and Dave stayed together, and after the RV and the big rig had been fueled, they both pulled into the truck rest area. Realle bought a sack of burgers and fries, and they let me eat while they reviewed the requests. Jim grinned at one and passed it around, causing the others to smile. Jim motioned toward me with a fry. "There's some seriously sick fucks out there who want their way with you. This guy wants a Great Dane to rape you." An involuntary shudder went through me, but I knew better than to say anything, positive or negative. With my luck some trucker at the stop would have a Great Dane stowed in his Peterbilt. Greg passed the slip to Realle and swallowed a chunk of burger. "I do like his idea of multiple objects." Realle glanced at the slip. "Anything for me in there?" Jim nodded. "I want you straddling her face during the junk session. In case she screams." "I do love it when they scream into my pussy." I fought hard not to show any dread, even though I knew I was in for a horror show that night. A show filled with pain that would probably make me cum more than ever. I loathed what they did to me, the humiliation and shame cowering me even as the thought of repeated orgasms made my body buzz with anticipation. We all slept for a couple of hours, then Jim ordered me from the bunk. Greg had set up a large monitor adjacent to the laptop, so we could see exactly what went out over the web. He would do most of the web work, both operating a hand-held camera as well as taking the requests. The hand-held, he explained as if I cared, was better for a live event than the stationary webcam. Each request would be posted, along with the user's name, as they enacted the request on me. A community-building exercise for their site, I suppose. After Greg typed the intro, they went live. Jim, in his gravelly baritone ordered me to kneel, head down. The floor of the RV was cold and rough beneath my knees, grit biting into my skin. I jerked involuntarily as Jim spat on me, twice, then began to bark his commands. "You are our slut! Our whore. You belong to us, to do with as we please. Do you understand?" I nodded, my face burning. "We've all seen how much you love cum. You crave it! In your pussy, on your face. Your slutholes love being abused and fucked. You belong to our users. You crave being treated the way they order. Don't you, bitch?" I nodded. "Say it!" "I love to be used and fucked, Sir." "Stand up and hold your hands out!" I struggled to my feet and held my hands out. "Realle, Dave, proceed with the first request." With a wicked glint in her eye, Realle stepped forward and quickly cuffed my hands, then Dave hooked the chain between the cuffs over the hook in the ceiling, forcing me up on tiptoe. They began rubbing my body all over, massaging my muscles and breasts as my body swayed. Realle focused on my tits, cupping one in both hands, squeezing and lifting, pulling them out from my chest. Dave grabbed my ass, his big hands tightening and loosening, over and over, on my cheeks. I moaned as my body involuntarily responded to their increasingly hard grips. My nipples tightened and turned red, and Realle took one in her mouth, sucking it in deep, her teeth and tongue scraping over the sensitive bud. When she moved to the other, Jim poured flavored glycerin, the kind that gets hot when it hits the skin, on the nipple she'd just thoroughly sucked. I cried out, moisture building between my legs. "Our slut loves getting her nipples sucked. And abused. Twenty strokes, Realle. On each." Realle stepped back, and from behind me, Dave cupped both breasts and lifted them, so that the glycerin-coated nipples shone for the camera. Realle grabbed a crop and Dave released my tits as the first slap landed on my left nipple. I screeched and twisted, but she continued, each blow feeling harder than the last. After 12, I lost count, as the pain seared through my chest. When she stopped, my tits were red, welted, and soar. I fought to catch my breath. "How wet is she?" Realle jammed a finger roughly between my pussy lips. My body continued to betray me. She liked her finger, grinning. "Wet like a fucking waterfall." "Our painslut craves abuse." Realle reached for the nipple clamps and I shook my head. "No! Please!" Jim slapped me, then grabbed my face in one hand. "You have no say in this, whore!" He released me and stepped back, nodding to Realle and Dave. Dave lifted my tits again, and Realle applied the clamps. As she tightened them, I screamed in pain, and Dave shoved a ball gag in my mouth. I gagged as he pulled the straps hard, fastening them behind my head. As Jim stepped back to survey me, he pushed up his sleeves, and my eyes widened as I saw something on his forearm I'd not seen before. A tattoo. A very familiar tattoo. In fact, my brother had one just like it. And a bizarre, insane plan began to grow in my head. Tears streamed down my face as Dave took the chain from the hook. He released one of the cuffs and pulled my hands behind my back, recuffing me. He sat me on the table as Jim ordered me to lean back on my hands. I did, and he and Realle each took a leg and spread me wide. Dave fingered my pussy as Greg circled with the camera, getting close-ups of my swollen lips and clit. Dave's huge fingers worked me steadily, firmly, arousing me almost to the point of climax. In his bass voice, he tormented me. "You like having Dave's big black fingers on your slut pussy, don't you? Your juices are just flowing, your whoring cunt wanting more. Listen to that slick hole, bitch. Squishing in and out." He pinched my clit, tugging at it. My body rocked and I tried to close my legs, but Jim and Realle held on tight. "I already know you like my black cock in your pussy and your ass, slut. We already got that out there for the viewers to gaze at. They already know this bitch can fuck. They know this bitch loves to fuck." He slipped two fingers in and out of my juicy hole. The slurping noises grew thicker as he added a third. Then a fourth. My body arched in resistance. And pleasure. "Oh, yeah. You wanna fuck my hand, don't you, whore. You want all of it." My eyes widened in surprise, and I shook my head. No! "Oh, yeah, you're gonna love it." He folded his hand and twisted his wrist and shoved. On the monitor behind Greg, I could see that his fist sank into my cunt up past the wrist. What I felt was a excruciating pressure. I fought to get away, but their hold was too tight. Dave rammed his hand in and out several times, until I screamed into the gag again. He twisted his arm then, turning and pushing his fingers hard upward on my g-spot. The orgasm was instantaneous and powerful. My pussy tightened on his wrist, pulsing in waves as my body gyrated on the table. I sobbed into the gag, but he didn't relent, continuing to thrust until I came a second time. Jim and Realle released my legs and my body sagged on the table, sobs from the pain and pleasure still wracking me. "Roll her over," Jim commanded. They turned me on my stomach, and I pressed my hot face against the wood. Jim would never give me time to recover, so I tried to steel myself for the next "request." Someone shoved a pillow under my hips, hoisting my ass in the air. Rough fingers probed my sore pussy, spreading my cunt juice all over my asshole. Then came the coolness of lube, followed by the pressure on my asshole of something solid and large. I whimpered, too weak to resist, as it penetrated me. With each thrust, it went deeper, and my sobs grew louder. The fire of pain and pleasure stiffened my body. I turned my head to look at the monitor. I had what looked like a small bat protruding from my asshole. With a gasp, I realized it must be Dave's baton, the kind truckers use to check their tires. Jim worked it, twisting it, his face a rough mask. "This is what an ass slut looks like. She comes repeatedly when fucked like the whore she is, then she takes just about anything up her ass. Cocks, batons, bottles, cans, fruit. She loves it. Wants more of it." He fingered my pussy, then showed it to the camera. "See. It makes her wet. It won't take much to make her cum again. Just watch." He picked up a vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it against my clit. A spear of pure pleasure pierced me and I jerked hard. He rubbed circles around the hot nub, and more dribbles of juices appeared. "Get a close up, Greg, as I do this." He reached for another clamp, and as he pulled the vibrator away, he sank its teeth into my clit. My body turned raging hot, and I twisted like a mad woman as he shoved the vibrator into my pussy. Dave and Realle held me down as he worked the baton and the vibrator in and out. He was right. I came. And I passed out. "Sometimes sluts are weaker than you expect. They disappoint. Even though they crave fucking, crave your cock, crave being treated like the whores they are, they're weak. I woke to the sound of Jim's voice, speaking at the camera. Cold water dripped off my face onto my tits, and I knew someone had splashed my face. I was upright again, still cuffed, but the gag, baton, and vibrator were gone. So were all the clamps. Realle, her face strangely white and placid, held a cup of water to my lips. I drank, watching Jim. He was shirtless, now, for the first time, and sweat coated his back. He turned to me suddenly, and motioned for Greg to close in on my face. Jim leaned over me. "Tell them, bitch. Tell them that you loved every minute, even the pain. That you can't believe how weak you are." I swallowed hard, glancing again at his forearm, at his tattoo. I took a deep breath. "I can't believe that a Marine who has served his country would do this to another Marine's sister. My brother, Sgt. Brian Smith, is at Pendleton. He wouldn't believe you would do this either. Kidnapping. Torture. Jim." The silence was that of a tomb. They all froze, a tableau in the confines of the RV. Greg reacted first. Mumbling "Shit," he shut off the camera and closed the lid on the laptop, ending the web connection. Jim's eyes narrowed, fury lacing every muscle as he straightened. He raised his fist, and I had a flash that I might be about to die. Dave stopped him, moving faster than I thought the big man could. His giant hand closed on Jim's arm. "No. It's done. Let her go." Something like the onset of spring burst in the back of my head. Did he say, let her go? Jim didn't move, then cut his eyes toward Realle. "Get her out of here." Then at Greg, "Get us on the road." Realle moved like a sprite as she released my handcuffs and grabbed a blanket, thrusting it at me and bundling me toward the door. "I know the owners here," she whispered. "The Blackstones. They'll help you." Then she shoved me down the steps and out the door of the RV. The parking lot was awash in light, from the ones illuminating the parking lot and the trucks rolling in and out. I blinked from the brightness and stumbled a bit as loose gravel on the parking lot bit into my feet, and I wrapped the blanket around me, walking numbly and with pain. My entire body felt battered and sore. A trucker crossing to his truck did a double take at me. He was a big, bearded guy, a bear of a man. But his voice was gentle. "Are you OK, Miss?" Behind me, I heard Dave's rig and the RV pull out. I shook my head. "I need help. And the police." His face blanched behind the beard, and he put it together quickly – the retreating vehicles, the girl wrapped in a blanket who looked as if she'd been through hell. "Let's get you to the office inside. Can I touch you?" I nodded, and he wrapped one arm around me. I collapsed against him, and he scooped me up, taking me inside. It all happened very fast after that. The police wouldn't let me wash, taking DNA samples from every orifice. Mrs. Blackstone, who was indeed very nice, stayed with me, got me clothes, and called my family. Including my brother in California. My desperate, gasped words had done the job. One of the webcam watchers had a brother at Camp Pendleton and decided to make some calls. It took a few days, and despite all their precautions, the cops caught up with the team near Lexington. I wasn't their first victim. Realle was. She launched a mental defect defense based on that. Dave turned state's evidence against Greg and Jim. When a jailhouse rumor circulated that some of their victims had been underage boys, Greg took a shank in the back during lunch, dying almost immediately. Jim, the former marine, ably defended himself against the other prisoners until he could be separated from the general population. So it was that Jim stood trial alone. I sat in court every day, refusing to testify against him, an action that befuddled his own attorney as well as the prosecutor. But I refused to discuss why I wouldn't take the stand, in part because I wasn't really sure I understood why. Not fully. All I knew was that Jim had released something in me, something primal, that would take me a long time to face. Besides, they didn't need me. When the team's capture hit the press, women came out of the woodwork, previously too terrified to say anything. All had some kind of evidence, and each could easily identify Jim as the games operator who'd first tied them in the back room of the game booth. Each had been kept several weeks, fucked and tortured, displayed on the webcam. Turns out that they had been doing this for almost five years. A total of 27 women. And only two of them could look at him for more than a few seconds. The rest, their expressions fluid, tentative, and twisted with terror, never even glanced at him. I, on the other hand, could not look away from him. Now, at last, I could study him, the muscular marine, cool and stoic behind the defendant's table. His jaw never flinched and he seldom moved. Never lowered his gaze. At the end of each day in court, he stood at attention and waited for the handcuffs. A handsome, disciplined man who'd once proudly served our country. Why? What had changed for this man? Now that I had his full name, I looked him up. Found the news reports, the coverage of his capture behind enemy lines, the medical discharge after a prisoner exchange. The rumors of his excruciating torture, never confirmed, at the hands of a woman. Still. No excuse. If you're that damaged, you get help. Instead, he got 25-to-life. The jury returned the verdict in less than three hours. When the verdict was announced, he turned, staring directly at me. I returned the stare, as stoic as he was. Our gaze stayed locked on each other until he disappeared behind the door. I knew, without a doubt, that jail would never hold him. Despite the verdict, I would see him again. In some dark place in my soul, I was afraid that I would want to see him again. Need to see him. I was right. On both counts. Six months later, the authorities notified me that he had escaped. I thanked them, and assured them I'd take the appropriate precautions, even though I knew in my heart that if he wanted to find me, he would. He did. The packed subway jerked and rumbled around a curve, swaying passengers into each other. The crackling speaker finished announcing the next stop, mine, and I heard a deep growl in my ear, the voice I knew I'd never forget. "Been to any carnies lately, my little slut?"