It was the small hours of the morning and the regular performance of the Corbett and Anderson Carnival had long since ended. Even the cooch dancers in the last tent at the end of lineup of concessions and exhibitions had finished their clandestine and secretive show. But the Corbett and Anderson Carnival was something special and apart from the long and sleazy succession of third rate carnivals that had played the forgotten boondocks and backwaters of the country for many decades. The C & A Carnival was unique, and in twenty-five years of continuous performances it had built up its own special tour of permanent stops that it hit year after year without fail--stops where there was a heavy concentration of the patrons that its special performances catered to. Many carnivals had their shadowy little exhibitions that were not the gist of the general public--performances between women and animals, the cooch dancers, the geeks--all part of the tradition of the show. But the C & A Carnival had its own exhibitions in the dead hours of night that were elaborate and highly organized and far beyond the line drawn by the other carnivals and freak shows. Thus a special continuous tour had been formed over the years and there were thousands of patrons in dozens of stops who waited all year expectantly for the carnival to come.
It was a lucrative trade despite the local law and political figures that had to be regularly attended to with large gratuities. But the business was brisk and every year at every stop there were new faces. The secret was kept and passed along and the good thing was not ruined by loose mouths.
Corbett ran the carnival, a cynical and hardbitten carny man all his life, a cunning con man with his storehouse of knowledge of the human beast keeping the loot rolling in. He kept the performers in line and arranged the shows and paid off the greedy hands and set up the tours.
It was time for the show to begin. It was another small and dirty town, a half forgotten stinkhole with failing industry that would be a deadhole next year and dropped from the schedule of stops. Corbett surveyed the clientele crowded into the sleazy tent, their sweaty bodies clustered together in a smelly mass. It was a damn hot scorching day and their stench filled the tent. But Corbett didn't mind the heat, the sheen of sweat on a naked girl's body added to her provocative appeal. These creeps, mostly middle aged or older, fat or shriveled, broken down or never rans; these stupid assholes thrived on stink anyway.
Corbett swaggered out onto the small stage. He held his hands out, calling for silence. The buzzings of conversation and obscene laughter came to a sudden stop. All eyes were focused on him, this commanding figure in a ringmaster's costume. Corbett was a tall man with graying hair long at the sides and piercing eyes that held a hint of menace.
Corbett grinned as he recognized familiar faces. Even the bottles of whiskey that many of them drank from were familiar, Corbett had seen the identical bottles a thousand times in identical dirty hands.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. The performances you have been waiting for are about to begin. I promise you that you will not be disappointed. You will receive the full value for the fifty bucks a head you have paid to be here tonight. I see many faces out there that are not unfamiliar to me. You who have been here before know what to expect. You remember the fine caliber of the performances you have seen in previous years. We have made this stop now every year for five years. No two shows presented here in this fair town have ever been the same. And this year, we have some new faces and bodies to exhibit to you. Now, without any further long-winded crap, I start off this evening by presenting to you the entree. Yvette will dance for you, the luscious Yvette. And this is only the warming up, the main courses will soon follow.
A tall naked blonde girl, finely figured, with a French look to her came out on the stage. She was stark naked and as she walked she caressed her magnificently formed pelvic mound. She stepped up to the very front of the stage, a look of unimaginable wanton depravity on her face, and began to do a wildly perverse cooch number for the leering roaring crowd. She dipped her fingers into her hot and voluptuous honey box, parting her well shaped cunt lips and thrusting her long fingers up her pussy. She spread the lips and turned them out as much as possible with her hands, rolling her hips rhythmically and thrusting out her pelvis with cock erecting bumps and grinds that were at the same time delicate and graceful and drove the greasy throng wild with lust for her. She taunted and teased them with her splendidly endowed form, focusing all attention on her ever moving cunt, concentrating all of her energy on making her cunt as desirable as possible to them. She chewed and sucked at her own bouncing and jiggling tits which had been enlarged with silicone injections. She played with and hand jobbed her snatch until the hot juices began to flow out of it.
Hands reached out to grope and caress her willing legs and thighs. Hands reached high to touch the masturbating hands and the hot moist pussy they played with. Mouths licked and lapped the reachable flesh of her body. One fat man right in front of her licked her calf and tickled her feet. She focused her eyes on his, and dipped her pussy almost to his face, letting him grope and paw it. She flicked some juice onto his bald scalp from her spasming pussy tunnel, and a wild exalted obscene roar went up. Sweat ran in streams from her body, and she shook drops out all over those that were close to her. Her sweet body scent and the spicy musky smell of her orgasming cunt filled the close and clammy unmoving air in the tent. Faces went livid taking in the sight of her and the wild smell of her. She sent her wild vibrations out to them all, loving them for loving her wild and wanton and wicked body that exhibited for them without shame or inhibition.
At last her performance concluded and she staggered out the exit, letting all those that could have a terrific feel at her. Hands squeezed and slapped handfuls of the soft white rolls of flesh padding her magnificent ass.
Corbett returned in a few seconds, his hands once more stretched out in the gesture for silence. "I told you that Yvette was only the appetizer, the tidbit to whet and sharpen your appetites. I was not steering your wrong, I was not gaffing you. Here is what you have been waiting for, Henderson The Merciless and Andrea The Beautiful, his poor pathetic helpless victim."
An ugly sound went up, the baying of a pack of jackals scenting the kill. Corbett flashed them a satanic smile to give sanction to their blood lust. He gestured toward the flap he had come in from and two performers stepped into the spotlighted area inside the tent.
The girl was a tall and well endowed redhead, with large pendulous swinging and bouncing jugs. Her nipples were the kind that appear to be enlarged through constant use and abuse. On her body were the half healed welts and marks characteristic of the whip. There were silvery chains on her wrists and ankles, her leg chains clanking and dragging as she tottered forward.
The man with her was a muscleman, a mountain of over developed muscle flesh highlighted by the body oil coating his skin. He was naked save for a golden silk loincloth which barely concealed his oversized tool and balls hanging heavy and full between his meaty thighs. He wore a black hood over his head. He carried a bullwhip over his left shoulder. He presented the image of one mean badass motherfucker.
Andrea let the grasping hands paw her legs as she walked close to the edge of the stage. Henderson maintained a total silence and stalked behind her with loud clumping steps. There were squeals and gasps and chuckles and confused snatches of conversation in the sweaty crowd, all highly agitated and nervously excited. A few almost choked on their drags of whiskey down dry throats.
Andrea turned and presented her ass to the audience. An enigmatic smile uplifted the corners of her mouth. It became a broad shiteating grin. She wiggled her ass to them.
Henderson cracked his whip through the air. A look of sheer horror and panic transfixed the beautiful girl's face.
Her outburst brought prolonged wild raucous cheering and jeering and laughter.
Henderson placidly accepted her insults.
Then he flicked out the whip with a small movement of his wrist. It lashed through the air and exploded over the curvaceous span of Andrea's tender ass. It ripped a long and wide gash into the vanilla cream bottom. Andrea yelped and jumped two feet into the air. As she hit the floor another lash ripped over the twin concavity of her bottom. The track of the second lash line crossed the trace of the first one. She screamed in agony. A small oozing of blood broke forth from the corner of one of the welts. Henderson lashed out with a full sweeping of his arm, slicing another welt into her tail. Then he coiled the whip around her body, and as it snapped tight around her he gave it a backjerk with his wrist, doubling the sudden searing bite of it tightening into her enwrapped body. She emitted a piercing howl as the whip sliced into her soft flesh in an encircling welt. Blood ran from the groove cut into her flesh.
Andrea turned around. Tears ran in a thick stream down her sweat soaked face. Her breasts heaved and shook with her labored breathing. The red line carved over the breadth of her soft fleshy belly and running around her sides was clearly visible, a deep scarlet hue.
Henderson's whip struck out, bit into one soft breast mound. Then it sliced into the other globe. Long red streaks were marked in the two globes. Then he whipped her precisely across both nipples at the same shot. The tits danced and bounced madly. As she threw back her head and emitted a keening scream the two tits were slashed again and again. Blood flowed down her belly as she staggered and tottered, clutching at her whipped tits. The whip then continued its defecation, lacerating her soft belly. The pearly belly flesh with its cute navel and slight trace of tummy fat was soon a striped and lacerated mass of pulp oozing crimson the same as her tits and ass. The whip continued to lash at her tits and guts for a time.
Henderson mopped the sweat cascading from under the loose fit of the hood over his face. It was shitty work, in that heat, with a hood on.
Henderson whipped her thighs, criss-crossing welts down the lengths of the long column like legs. He made her reel and tremble all over. He thought that she would fall, but she managed to stand up under the punishment.
Andrea turned around once more, presented the welted ass and still untouched back to the howling pack.
Henderson slowly and methodically whipped her from neck to ass. He placed a long welt spanning the breath of her back every two inches. She flinched and screamed with every lash, her face contorted with pain. Her suffering was quite real, she was in extreme agony. He flogged her with expert precision and a cold pitiless professionalism. He made her flesh dance under the lacerating sting of his whip to the total and nonrepressed delight of the crowd. He sliced the last welt over her back at the base of her spine where the tip of the deep crease between her ass cheeks ended.
Having butchered her back he once more returned to the starting area, her ass. He whipped and flogged the ass, covering the vibrating hind globes with short welts and leg welts, surface stingings and deep pain throbbing searing slices that split the meat of her bottom like sliced cheese. He made streams of crimson trickle between the cheek slabs of her bottom. He butchered and flayed her ass, cut it to ribbons.
At last a tremor shot through her body. She rose to her toes for one brief moment, a spasm seared through her muscles, then she crumpled to the floor in a limp heap. Henderson reached down and plucked up the limp form, throwing it over his shoulder and coiling up the whip in his hands he made a silent and unceremonial departure. Wild insane whooping shook the stench hung tent.
Corbett re-entered. Expectant silence descended, unbidden this time. They waited on his words.
"And now a bit of 'light' entertainment. Fat Doris, all five hundred pounds of her, will show you the proper care and training of babies. Yvette, our voluptuous little fingerfucker, and Rose--one of this year's new faces--will be our Fat Mama's naughty children."
As Corbett exited a naked mountain of hobbling wobbling and bouncing alabaster meat came waddling onto stage. Doris was a rolling mountain of flesh, it hung from her in mounds and piles and layers. Her tits were enormous ellipsoidal melons with nipples almost four inches in diameter and tips on them almost as large as thumbs. Incredibly, there was a certain firmness to them despite their outlandish size.
The woman was naked. Her oversized rolls of belly fat almost buried from sight her hairy cunt. She turned to them and with a lewd expression on her face and both her middle fingers extended straight out rolled her piles of flesh for them.
Rose and Yvette trouped out. Rose was also a blonde, a short blonde with large heavy thighs and round breast mounds, snuggling close together. She had a short head of curly golden locks set in a corona about her baby pure face. Her golden fleece between her thighs was especially thick and curly. She was an adorable wanton child whore.
Rose and Yvette had ribbons in their hair. They sucked on their thumbs and goo-gooed to the laughing throng.
They came close to Doris and snuggled to her massive fat body. She gripped the two forms dwarfed by her size and mashed their soft shaking vibrating bodies into her own obscenely joggling piles of pearly flesh. She buried Rose's face between her huge tits, clasping her head into the deep valley between them burying her head in flesh. They bit and licked and pinched at the great rolls of meat. They palmed and cupped handfuls of her meat, biting and gnawing at the huge body. She pressed both their mouths to her own drooling, rubber lipped mouth, coating their faces with saliva with one great sweeping slobber dribble kiss. She clasped the two sweaty bodies together, mashing their hard tit mounds and rubbing their flesh one into the other. The three locked together in a kissing, groping, biting, and licking confusion, a chaos of wild flesh.
The fat lady sat down with their aid. She had so much difficulty and her flesh rippled and rolled to such an extent that it was an incredibly ludicrous sight.
At last she was seated. She pulled Rose down over her lap and then piled Yvette on top of her. The two bodies bounced and shook. She began to spank Yvette, making the entire double decker mass of flesh shake and scream with the force of the blows of her massive arm. Yvette screamed as the huge right hand descended on her globes, pounding them crimson. It was a merciless beating. Her body jerked and twitched atop her companion's writhing form. The huge hand made sounds that cracked loud and sharp through the tent when it came down on her ass. The hand covered the entire expanse of each buttock it hit.
When Yvette's ass had been hammered a deep shade of crimson it was Rose's turn to assume the top position. Her bottom was chunky and very curvaceous, from profile her buttock line made a deep concave sweep from the silhouette of her body. Her ass heaved and vibrated like jello with every crunching downward slamming spank over the velvety textured vanilla colored skin.
At last the spanking ended and the two girls with tear drenched faces and crimson hued ass cheeks helped the fat woman to wallow to her feet.
She looked at the audience with a broad grin. She cupped the tip of one huge pendulous tit and squeezed, sinking her fingertips into the rubbery nipple. A thin spray of white liquid shot from the purple hued tit nozzle. A wild yell of delight filled the air. Her huge tits were full of hot milk.
Yvette pressed her mouth to the tit. She sucked at it and pumped it with her hands. Milk bubbled and frothed out of the corners of her mouth. She sucked at it again, holding it a few inches from her upturned mouth at times to let it fountain into her mouth in a thick spray. She filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged and then with a wicked grin on her face let it trickle out of her mouth and flow over and between her sweat sheened breasts. Rose licked the running dripping milk from Yvette's tits as the two wild girls fingerfucked each other's grinding and wiggling cunts.
Doris clasped a face to each tit. They greedily sucked at her milk bags. They pawed and pumped the two enormous swinging hanging tits, digging their fingers cruelly and hurtingly into the enormous growths of flesh.
This act made even Corbett go hard in his pants. He would grab the lush ass of one of the girls when the show ended. He thought that he would give Yvette a royal fuck that night. Perhaps he would first whip her ass raw with a strap and force her to suck her own tits while he gave her a slow piss enema up her ripe and juicy can. Then he would touch her tits a few times with his cigarette. That treatment always turned her into a sex-mad wildcat.
The two girls sucked their greedy fill from the two enormous tits. They then turned to the audience, rubbing their bellies and licking the white residue from their lips with sweeping laps of their tongues. They then once more hugged the fat woman. She spanked both churning hot little tails.
Rose knelt on the floor. She lifted her upturned mouth to Yvette's tail. Yvette loosed a thick yellow stream of piss that arced into the gaping and gulping mouth. A look of total luxurious wanton perversity twisted the face of Yvette. She slowly pissed herself empty into Rose's eager mouth.
Several members of the audience went sick at that display. Several were hard pressed to hold their food and booze down.
The fat woman strode to the front edge of the stage. She clasped her tit tips in both hands, pumping and crushing them. She jerked and swept her boobs right and left, squirting her last dregs of tit milk over the gaping audience, hitting more than a dozen of those clustered up front with her fine white spray.
As she completed the emptying of her sacs the two wild whores changed places and Rose emptied her bladder into Yvette's mouth. Yvette drank down a copious quantity of piss. Both girls were carny hands, raised in a world where geeks ate live snakes and chickens and piles of shit, they were not easily sickened.
When they finished they locked mouths and mashed bodies in a long fervent soul kiss. Saliva ran down their chins and necks. They clawed and spanked one another's bottom. The fat girl seized both tender tails and drove them out of the tent, slapping their raw crimson bottoms still rawer.
Corbett seized Yvette by her nipples. He twisted the tips, hurting her. He slapped her back and forth cross her tits and belly and cunt. Her face exploded with pain and desire. Her tongue swept his ear with saliva and she pumped her hot breath into his face.
"Wait for me in my wagon," he commanded her. "I'm going to whip and fuck the living shit out of you tonight. Start walking over to my wagon now. Fingerfuck your asshole and your cunt both as you slowly walk to my wagon sinuously rolling your whore hips in lazy circling movements. As you walk along keep shouting out loud: Corbett is going to whip and fuck the shit out of my wild and filthy rotten whore ass."
"A look of pleasure froze on her face. She walked off, fingers stuffed up and gouging away in cunt and ass hole. She screamed out her chant to the laughing carny people who caressed and groped and beat on her slut body.
As Corbett was about to step through the flap into the tent to introduce the next act, a man stepped furtively out of the shadows.
"You sure know how to handle them," he cackled, his voice heavy with the weight of the filthy thoughts clogging his brain.
It was Sheriff Poole. Corbett knew he had showed up for his payoff. Corbett fished the thickly stuffed envelope out of his pants. The sheriffs face broke into a lewd grin.
"You might keep the lady waiting a bit, tonight, Mr. Corbett. I got you a gal, real first class ass. I'm asking three thousand for her. She would really be an asset to you." He looked around with the cunning guarded expression of a man who never even trusts the empty darkness. "I'll wait for you at the far edge of the clearing. Pick me up with your station wagon, and I'll take you to the shack where I been keeping her. Bring the money with you. She's a real first class piece. I know you're gonna want her." As he entered the tent once more, Corbett wondered about the girl the sheriff had for sale.
CHAPTER TWO
Corbett examined the young blonde girl thoroughly and exhaustively. He ran his hands over her soft curves, probed and viewed her hairy parts between her luscious thighs, looked at her teeth. Sheriff Poole stood by, an evil grin on his ugly face, his yellowed teeth showing between his blubbery lips. Corbett cast him a sardonic look and whistled appreciatively. He tousled the hair of the terrified blonde girl and mopped away her tear streaks with his fingertips. He kissed her almost tenderly on her finely chiseled nose.
"Not bad, not damn bad at all," Corbett commented when he had satisfied himself. "All right, I'll take her for the three thousand as agreed. But first tell me the story on her. It will help me to gauge the best ways in which I could employ her. I have to know all of the essential details for turning a performer out all the way."
Poole's ugly leering face was made even more so by his attempts to express friendliness with it. It was a face designed for oppressing the downtrodden and terrorizing the weak, there was no natural structure to it that could express the more benign emotions, it was a mask of evil and nothing more. Corbett wondered to himself how people could sleep nights with a face like that behind the badge of the law.
"Well, she's a runaway. She was gone for a month before she was caught and brought back. They sent her up for delinquency to the state home for troublesome girls. It didn't take with her so the little bitch run off again. They caught her within a couple of hours and sent her to the place this state sends toughassed little bitches to. They whipped the living crap out of her up there and cured her some of her running. Not entirely though, because she finally worked up the stomach to take off from there and got all of the way back here, for some stupid reason--don't know why the little fool wanted to come back home, but anyway she did and I got her before anybody knew she was back. I got the idea of selling her ass to you instead of returning her to that place, so I hid her and kept quiet about it. They'll just mark her off as one more who busted away and was never seen no more. Ain't nobody that would take the fuckin' trouble to go on looking for her, nobody will miss her very much either."
Corbett nodded his head, satisfied with the situation. "I'll get back to her imprisonment later. First I want to know about her home life, her life here in this town of yours. There has to be a reason she took off, got into trouble. I can read it in her face, she's always had trouble wrapped around her throat."
The sheriff reflected for a few moments of Corbett's way of reading a person. He had the gift, it was more than just a trifle bit disconcerting.
"Well, you'll enjoy hearing the story of her life here in this happy town. She's material for your show alright. Being sheriff, I'm not supposed to know the kind of things that have happened to her, but there are very few things that take place in Hadley without me finding out."
"To start with, her old lady was the town whore and her daughter didn't want to follow in her footsteps. Put on airs, made herself inaccessible to the young studs around here. Well, shit, they didn't like that. They wanted a wild piece, a gangbanger, and she got elected. Her ass was just too tender for them to pass her up. Some of the real mean tough bastards latched onto her one night. They kept her for a full week, her old lady never kept track of her or gave a shit.
"They ripped her clothes off and tied her hands overhead to the branch of a tree deep in the woods where they wouldn't be disturbed. They gave her a lot of slack to kick around, made it more fun to mess her that way. I got the whole story from one of the punks that I had occasion to bring in one time. I already knew a little about the episode and I made him open up and spill it all when I jabbed his balls a couple of times with a lit cigar."
The sheriff chuckled, thinking back on that episode. Corbett was impatient for him to proceed, but it was better to humor along the bastard and let him take his sweet time. The sheriff lit up a cigar and continued.
"They put their hands all over her, grabbing and squeezing her tits, spanking and rubbing her ass, sticking fingers up her cunt and ass hole. They chewed her pretty knockers and whipped her ass. They kissed and sucked her everywhere. They kept on working on her hour after hour. One would chew her tits while another couple were gripping and yanking handfuls of that big fat sweet little ass of hers."
The sheriffs rapt and fanatic expression reflected his rapacious delight in narrating the story. Tricia's face dissolved into a quivering weeping vision of pure misery. The sheriff took keen delight in torturing her by relating her misadventures in front of her.
"After playing that way for a while they started to really mess her. They stripped off their clothes and cursed her, rubbed their cocks on her, caressed her face with their hot eager dicks. They whispered dirty things in her ears until she went hysterical.
"They whipped her ass. They took turns whipping her ass with their straps while they cursed her and spit in her face. They kept it up until her ass was like a piece of raw meat.
"Then they untied her and spread her on the ground. They held her down while they took turns fucking her, cursing her while they did it, chewing her tits and shoulders and face. They rolled her over and whipped her ass some more. They ground rocks into her whipped ass, grinding them into the torn bleeding blistered places. Then they shoved rocks up her ass hole.
"For a full week they did everything to her. They forced her to suck them off, lick their dirty asses clean, lick their shoes. They spit in her mouth, pissed on her, shit on her face. They burned her tits and the soles of her feet with lit cigarettes and flipped lighted matches at her. They left her tied to a tree all bound and gagged while they were gone and then they came back and started all over again.
"They finally made her the town whore. She was so scared and broken that she let anyone who wanted to fuck her up. Little Tricia became well known for her gang bangs and blow job parties. She would suck off six or seven guys one after the other, no sweat. But pretty soon she couldn't take any more, because the bastards who raped the shit out of her kept figuring worse little tricks to do with her. They finally forced her to even eat shit."
Corbett drew in his breath. This was even better than he had hoped for.
"Finally she ran off and I already told you the rest of it. That about sums it all up."
"Yeah, sheriff, that tells me what I want to know. But what about those places where she was confined? I have a fairly good idea how the inmates are treated in those shitholes. What details do you know?"
The sheriff parted his lips, revealing even more of his rotten dental structure. There was a sour breath emanating from his mouth that Corbett could almost taste. His eyes were little black beads and dank sweat coated his face from the thrill of telling the account of atrocities committed upon poor Tricia.
"The first place wasn't half bad. They hardly ever beat her. The second one was pretty grim though. They whipped her ass every day with razor straps or rubber hoses. Sometimes they gave her enemas with three quarts of hot soapy water. She had to suck those bitch guards' smelly pussies as well. The tougher girls made her suck them as well, and they done some things to her too. Pretty rough all around." Corbett scrutinized the marks on the girl's body carefully. Tricia had the telltale weals from straps and whips on her soft breasts and the fronts of her thighs. Corbett pinched up a handful of her ass flesh, noting the heavier pattern of welts on her tail.
"I see you've given her a bit of rough treatment," he remarked in a sarcastic tone.
"Well," the sheriff replied calmly, "no sense in letting a good thing go to waste. Now let's get down to it. Give me my money and get her out of here."
Corbett counted out the three thousand and handed it over to the sheriff whose face brightened as he ran the pile of bills through his hands.
"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Corbett. Hope to see you again next year." He left Corbett with his new acquisition, laughing to himself at his good fortune.
Corbett spit. A real low-class piece of shit. It was a real pain in the ass to have to deal with such types. Corbett stroked Tricia's lush body.
He cupped the mounds of breast flesh in his hands and caressed the large well-tipped nipples with his thumbs. He caressed them until he could detect just the slightest trace of a stiffening in them and a slight increase of heat in the sensitive buds.
"We're going to get along fine," he assured her, failing to impart much confidence to her however. Well it was ridiculous to expect her to be ecstatic with the arrangement, but she would learn to live with it.
Corbett slapped the crying girl sharply across the face. Her eyes went wide with fear.
"Now that I've got your undivided attention you listen to me and listen good. I just bought your ass from the sheriff. Three thousand was the purchase price and well worth it. You belong to me and my little circus now. I doubt if you know anything about my special little carnival and the unusual after hours acts that it specializes in. People have a yen to witness the strange, the bizarre, and the terrifying. We provide that for them. They also have a craving to witness others enduring punishment and humiliation, a little pain and a little sex. That's only human, we cater to this desire. You're part of my little troupe now and will have a part to play. Cooperate with us and things will be pleasant for you and even quite enjoyable when you're not performing. Obstinacy and refusal to do your part will bring suffering to you. I think you can stand a little pain, a little enslavement. You should be used to it, your entire life has been one long round of suffering. And you never have been free in the real sense of the word so you have no loss of freedom to mourn. As you become an integral part of our group your treatment will improve, although I have to level with you and let you know girl that it will be quite harsh in the beginning. But at least you won't be locked up in that place, will you? And where there's change there is always possibility for a better tomorrow. Which is all that any of us can ever really hope for anyway, Tricia. So follow orders, roll with it, do as you're commanded and perform well. That is the only course that will offer you any hope."
Corbett untied the girl and then retied her with her hands bound behind her back. She went into a panic when she understood what Corbett had in mind, when he brought out the rubber sack that he intended to stuff her into. Corbett replied to her struggled with a spanking on her bare bottom that turned her hind cheeks a bright hue of crimson.
"Your first lesson in obedience from me, Tricia, and certain not to be your last. I'll attend to you properly once you're settled in."
Tricia was stuffed into the sack and carried out over Corbett's shoulders. He locked her in his trunk and set off. It was a short drive back to the carnival grounds.
Once there he drove in back of his caravan and had two of the roustabouts deposit Tricia, still wrapped in her rubber cocoon, inside his wagon. He left her that way for a while to meditate upon her predicament. It might persuade her to accept things docilely.
Tricia was turned over to Olga Stavek for her initial training in strict discipline and obedience. Tricia quailed in the presence of that formidable and foreboding woman, her face blanched white with stark fear. Olga was not unattractive, and even a voluptuous woman in her own way. A well-proportioned blonde in her early thirties built along massive proportions, her image conveyed a prevailing mood of cruel power. Her glowering green eyes beneath brows arched in anger could send shivers up and down a spine.
Her mouth seemed forever curved into a sneer of disapproval or a mirthless grin of evil intent. She stalked about the carnival grounds usually clad in a bizarre adoption of a wild animal trainer's uniform, her past profession before she had turned to the more amusing task of training people.
Olga was the star whip artist of the after-hours shows. She was also the cruelest member of the carnival troupe. She welcomed the pleasant assignment of breaking in the new kid. She stalked around the terrified girl who had been tied to the pole of the main tent, a tawdry arena indeed but good enough for the third rate normal acts of the carnival. It was early in the morning and the carnival was closed to outsiders. Olga had the poor pathetic girl to herself, completely at her mercy.
"So you're the new hunk of meat, eh. Well, we may just get along fine. We might have a real groovy time, as you kids say it now. But that will depend on your degree of cooperation. You're too green to put on a first rate cooch show, baby. Although I wouldn't bet you didn't stage some good amateur numbers for the local boys, eh, bitch. Anyway, for the moment I think whipping is about what you're good for. And I'm one hell of an expert with the whip. Yeah, I think I'll make you my very own target girl. How does that grab you, babe?"
"Oh I beg you," Tricia whimpered. "Please don't hurt me too bad. I've already been mistreated by so many people. I don't deserve all of this misfortune, it isn't fair. Why should I have my ass always kicked around?"
Olga laughed. "Tough shit, kid, but that's the way the world goes. Nobody ever called it fair. Well, those are the breaks. Now suppose we get started."
Olga strode forward and slipped out of the pair of panties she wore. She stuffed them into the gasping protesting girl's mouth, silencing her shouts. Olga rubbed her soft bottom along Tricia's belly. She purred like one of the tigers she had once cracked the whip to.
Then she began. First she whipped Tricia's tits. The well formed breasts heaved and bounced under the wild and fierce cracking of the whip over their rich softness. The whip continually sliced at them, making them bounce. Red streaks crisscrossed over the alabaster smoothness. A look of sheer agony became stamped on the poor young girl's face. The whip mercilessly traveled over her body, probing every inch it desired. Olga nonchalantly cracked the tip at Tricia's body, not striking too hard, but striking over and over and over again. Hundreds of lashings blanketed her body from head to toe. Tricia strained spasmodically at her bonds, sinking the ropes only that much deeper into her tender flesh. The whip left scores of red splotchy streaks on her skin and often failed to leave any mark. Olga was not trying to welt the girl, but to induce pain in every inch of the front of her body. In that she succeeded. Soon Tricia had been whipped everywhere. The snake head of the evil black whip had even delved at the mouth of her sex slot.
Corbett came along to witness the training. He slapped Olga lustily on her ass and shoved his forefinger up her ass hole. He wiped his finger clean by sticking it into her mouth, taking advantage of the fact that he was one of the few members of the carnival who could get away with abusing the vicious tiger tamer.
"How's our sweet little bird coming," he mocked.
He walked over to Tricia and gripped her nipple tips between his thumbs and index fingers. He pinched hard. He leaned forward puffing the end of his cigarette hot. For a few awful seconds he let the lit end of the cigarette flicker in contact with the delicate tip of one of Tricia's nipples. He smirked into her silently screaming face that futilely shrieked into the muffling material of Olga's panties.
He left once more, kicking Olga's ass as he passed her. He noted the stream of fluid trickling from her pussy hole induced by the sport she was having with the enslaved girl.
"Keep it up," he ordered. "I want her ready in a couple of days to participate in the show."
Corbett sauntered through the wagon area, where the carny people had camped down. Some of them were the straights who solely performed legitimate acts or ran concessions and games that were far from legitimate but devoted to the old carnival axiom of never giving the rube an even break.
Other performers were only nominally a part of the regular carnival life, their true performances were delivered in the small dark hours of night in a tawdry tent to a secret crowd at fifty bucks apiece.
Doris the fat woman sat in front of her wagon playing with Gladys, her own private pet. Gladys could not be tortured or raped outside of the performances by any member of the troupe save the fat woman without incurring her deadly wrath. Gladys was off-limits. The fat woman could back up her demands with a strength that was terrifying. Her five hundred pound body could snap a man in two and even Olga was wary of trespassing on her private prey. Gladys was resigned to her enslavement to the fat woman. In certain ways it was not too bad, she ate well and had protection from the others. It was worth that to be the fat woman's personal baby slave whore. Doris delighted in showing off her domination and proprietorship of Gladys in the open air. She sat for hours in front of her wagon, Gladys on her knee sucking and licking Doris' body, sometimes drinking hot milk from her enormous tits. Doris would spank and tickle her, give her enemas, suck her cunt, give her baths, all in the open before any gawking onlooker who cared to watch the show. Sometimes she would allow her friend Bruno, the dwarf, to lick Gladys' ass as he passed by. Only he was allowed even this one sexual liberty with Gladys.
Corbett nodded to Doris in passing and headed for his own wagon. He had Yvette inside waiting for a session with him.
Yvette was hanging from the straps embedded in the ceiling of the wagon. Straps encircled her belly and her thighs. Her wrists were also strapped to the ceiling. Her legs were wide spread. A look of languid enjoyment mixed with the twisted expression of pain was on her face. She was clearly enjoying at least part of this torture.
Corbett ran his hands over the lush thighs. He slapped the mound between her thighs, making her flinch. He laughed maliciously, and dug his n ails roughly into the smooth textured thighs.
"I'm going to whip some of the shit out of you, my baby, just the way you like me to do it."
First he pinched up each nipple, pulling it down, outwards from her torso. He slipped strong gripping clips over each nipple. Wire like jolts of pain shot through the sensitive buds.
As Corbett went to work on his favorite girl, Andrea was bearing some harsh treatment from Henderson. He tied her hands behind her back with cords. Then he ran a loop sling under her shoulders and suspended her from the ring embedded in the ceiling of his wagon. A strong and thin rope was run between her parted thighs. Her body bore down on the rope, gouging it deeply into her crotch and the crease line between her buttocks.
Henderson chuckled with glee and set to work on her with needles, his favorite implement of torture. He dug a needle into the corona of one nipple, slowly driving it through the resilient resistance of the skin. He pressed it slowly through the flesh. He kept turning it in his fingers, turning it left and right, right and left. He took his own good time thrusting it into her. His face was close to hers, registering every minute detail of the ever changing expression of agony upon her face, the ever shifting concentration of indented wrinkles and lines that made up her grimace of agony. He crowed triumphantly and continued to administer the merciless treatment. He thrust another pin into the mate of the breast, thrusting this one through the pimple crest in the center of the nipple tissue. This one provoked an even more extravagant facial reaction from Andrea. Henderson shoved it home, and wiped away a small oozing of blood from the puncture. He grinned and then ran his strong fingers along the welt lines he had whipped into her tits. He pressed hard, indenting the whip scars into the soft flesh, causing spots on her tortured tits to sprout forth scarlet drops of blood. He pinched up a whipped bit of flesh and then ran the pinch spot all along the line of the welt and back again. He made the track glower red with his fierce probing at it. He indeed knew how to hurt a girl when she was down.
CHAPTER THREE
Olga Stavek pulled at Tricia's nipples. The kid had a nice set of jugs, well hung, with large prominent nipples. They were sweet tender mounds. Olga plucked the nipple tips between thumb and forefinger, elongating the breasts out from Tricia's torso. The girl winced with the pain provoked by this handling in the welt marks which covered her jugs.
"Child, you need a few more lessons to take some of that stubbornness out of your hide. I'm going to use you in this next town we hit and I want you ready for it and just a little bit willing. So, I've got a few tricks that should be just what it takes to bring you around fast."
Olga produced several lengths of surgical thread. She tied loops into the ends of two of them and fitted the nooses over Tricia's nipples. She pulled them tight, sinking the threads deep into the constricting bases of the nipples. Tricia screamed with agony as the thread sank into her flesh until the nipples were ellipsoids of purple flesh almost dissected from the remainder of the breasts. Olga lifted one of Tricia's legs off the floor and wrapped the thread dangling from one nipple several times around the big toe. She tied it off and repeated the procedure with the other foot. Well satisfied with her ingenuity she stepped back to admire the grotesque bondage she had placed upon the suffering young girl.
"Hurts like hell, doesn't it. Well, my advice to you is to be damn careful about how you move your legs. You had better brace your gut and strain to keep the weight from hanging upon your tits. Because if you let your legs pull down on your nipples you might just rip them clean off, and hardly even know it was happening until it was too late."
Tricia could already feel it happening to her, listening to that droning low pitched purring voice. She felt a tearing agony in her nipples, and her legs already felt as if they weighed a ton.
"Please, oh please take the threads off me. I'll do anything you say, anything you desire, I'll be your total slave. Take them off me, I beg you."
"Very well, that's just what I wanted to hear you say. I'll do it, but if you fail to live up to the cooperation you just promised you'll sincerely regret it, you can rely on that."
The threads were removed. Tricia breathed deeply with relief. She was totally nonresistant as Olga explored the contours of her body. She thrust her pelvis forward to facilitate Olga's prying fingers which parted and separated the lips of Tricia's cunt. Tricia welcomed the thumbs which rubbed along the inner walls of her vagina. She made no attempt to shrink back from the advances of the tall, autocratic woman.
"A far superior attitude. Now, my dear, I'll introduce you to the bit of my whip. This whipping will let you adjust yourself to receiving such floggings regularly as part of the exhibition. It's nothing whatsoever to be alarmed about. I used to receive far worse when I was your age. You just take it and put on a good act of screaming. The pigs see a little blood, watch your ass do its dance, shoot in their pants when you scream. Nothing exceptional, nothing that you can't cope with. Let's go outside, it's a mild night and we can use some fresh air."
Tricia was untied and went tottering out of the wagon on shaky legs. She was conscious of the probing eyes surveying her nakedness, lusting for her. She hardly felt the degradation of it anymore, so much had happened to her and so much more would happen. She had to resign herself to it. It was better than the institution and at least the food was decent and she would have a chance to travel.
Olga tied Tricia to a tree at the edge of the clearing with her hands stretched overhead to a branch. She let her whip drag along the ground as she stalked around her victim, making her know the clutch of fear at her belly.
Several of the others gathered to watch the fun. Tricia let a trickle of tears flow down her cheeks, but managed to suppress her cries and pleas for mercy. They would be so much waste of breath anyhow.
Olga slashed the whip across the soft wide curvaceous bottom. The tip whipped around her body and sliced a track over Tricia's soft tummy. Tricia trembled, but she had felt worse in the institution. Olga whipped her again over the width of her soft bottom. The two rubbery cheeks shivered under the impact of the slashing whip. Another thick and long red weal was left branded upon the skin. Olga rapidly and precisely etched a pattern of horizontal stripes from Tricia's neck to her ankles. She flogged the soft ass, the shapely back, the curvy legs. Tricia moaned and trembled. Her footing went out from under her and she dangled by the drag of her wrists with her knees almost touching the ground. Her head slumped forward and she passed out.
Corbett admired Olga's craftsmanship. She had striped the girl thoroughly with rapidly fading welts that had not punctured the skin at any point.
He pointed to Yvette. "Take care of her. Rub some lotion into her welts and see that she passes a pleasant night." He winked knowingly at the saucy depraved cooch dancer.
Yvette had one of the roustabouts carry Tricia to her wagon. Yvette played with her magnificent cunt as she walked behind the roustabout, fingering and stroking her well sculptured cunt area. She was a wild and freaky cooch artist, and her greatest delight was found in the public display of herself to others. She frequently romped about stark naked playing continually with herself and allowing a free sample to any who wanted it. She permitted the leering roustabout to finger and stroke her pussy after he had deposited Tricia on Yvette's bed. Yvette mashed her soft bottom along the front of his pants feeling the prominent outline of his hardening erection pressed to the front of his trousers. She wiggled and jiggled her ass into him, laughing and rejoicing as he seized and toyed with her large pendulous jugs.
He left after copping a grand feel and experiencing the wild fire of her body grinding into his. Yvette then turned her attentions to the pathetic girl slumped across her bed, body still striped heavily with the welts of Olga's whip. Yvette rolled the sleeping girl over on her back and pried her legs far apart. She stroked the soft bulge of her pelvis and pressed her thumbs into the honey slot. She pinched up and parted the sex lips and pressed her mouth to the slit. It was pungent and spicy, and the blond fleece felt soft and ticklish upon her face. She worked on Tricia with fingers and mouth until the girl began to murmur and moan in her sleep and awoke to consciousness with Yvette feasting upon her cunt. She cried out in alarm and wrenched away from the tall girl.
"Don't be alarmed darling," Yvette reassured her, "I'm your friend. I don't want to hurt you, I wish only to bring you pleasure. I want to make you feel good."
Tricia had learned to enjoy such pleasures in the two institutions she had been incarcerated in. Many girls had gone down on her or forced her to do the same for them. It was one of the few pleasures that could make one of those places even minimally endurable. She warmed to the strange girl and allowed her to have her way.
Soon Tricia purred and writhed in the throes of ecstasy. She began to return Yvette's favors quite freely. They soon locked into the position of sixty-nine and thoroughly enjoyed the passions that passed the remainder of the night by so deliciously.
In the morning Tricia was returned to Olga. She was not far from the cruel beauty for the rest of the day. Olga rehearsed her for the show that would be put on that evening. It would be her first performance. Tricia, despite her fears and the knowledge of the pain that she would be required to endure found it fascinating and quite thrilling. It began to take hold of her, the fleecing of the stupid rubes who paid the heavy prices to see the special performances, the wanton beauties who lived for the sheer wicked thrills of exhibitionism of their most private acts and bodily secrets, the strange couplings with animals and the whipping shows.
Tricia felt fright when she considered that all of these things she would participate in, perhaps even learn to enjoy.
The regular performance of the carnival went over fairly well. The midway was filled with jostling gawking crowds. They saw the performances and played the crooked games that the shills drew them into. They gaped at the freaks and stuffed themselves on the refreshments hawked to them. But in the very late hours at night the carnival had closed save to a furtive crowd of greasy and half drunken men who hung around trying to remain inconspicuous even from themselves, waiting impatiently for the real show to start. There were more of them than in the last little shitass hamlet and this show occupied the main tent. They crowded into it, trying each man to crowd as close to the front as possible.
Corbett went into his spiel for them. It was a pretty good sized group. A real profitable night.
Waiting outside the tent Olga ran her hands over Tricia's tits, squeezing handfuls of the soft white globe flesh.
"Your first stage performance, little girl," she teased. "Better make it a good one if you know what's good for you."
Yvette blew in Tricia's ear and licked the nape of her neck.
"You shouldn't scare the shit out of her that way. Why not give her a break, she's gonna be terrified out there anyway." A playful hand stroked the hairy mound between Tricia's thighs.
Corbett ran through the spiel preceding the first act. With a wild wiggle of her raunchy ass Yvette went dancing through the tent flap. Andrea followed in close order. The two girls were greeted by a raucous swelling roar of noise. Bottles and flasks were lifted in approval to them. There were the telltale scents of marijuana wafting from a few parts of the riotous throng. Roustabouts stood impassively in dark corners not anticipating any troubles but handy just in case.
The girls thrust out their asses to the crowd. Hands wandered over each other's soft bottom, long fingers probed and darted into ass and cunt openings. They brought their vibrating bottoms close to the edge of the stage, within reach of the groping hands stretching out at them. Rough and eager sweaty paws groped and clenched their bottoms. They wiggled their asses into the grasping hands. One man managed to get three fingers up Yvette's gaping cunt tunnel. He felt the moist rubbery insides of the walls gripping his fingers.
The girls broke away from the greedy hands. They turned and went into the cooch dancers play with their own pussies, legs spread wide and cunts thrust out, revealing all and playing wild finger to drive the customers into a frenzy preparatory to the wilder acts to follow. The girls began to whack each other across the ass as they played. They ground their hips together, pressed body line to body line and rained harsh hurting loud spanks upon each other. They turned into one another, tits and mouths meshed and joined in moist rubbing contact. Both pairs of hands freely and uninhibitedly whipped anguish into the tender tails. The two asses assumed a red hue as the spankings became more frenzied and hurting. They slammed each other without regard for their own sufferings.
The show ended and the two girls with eyes wild and shining and bodies covered with wet oozing perspiration went dancing off the way they had come on. They were given a wild unrestrained round of applause and a fantastic tribute of obscenities.
Doris the fat woman was the next performer. She played at Gladys' soft and willing flesh as Corbett once more ran through a preparatory spiel. His loud and commanding voice hushed them to silence as he promised them things beyond wildest imaginings.
Doris came waddling out, shaking and grinding obscenely her great pile of flesh. Gladys danced about her, taking a number of sharp cracks over the span of her bottom. Doris picked the girl up as if she were a doll and flipped her ass up. She raised the soft white ass mounds to her mouth and began to chew and gnaw at them. She evoked a roar greater than that which Andrea and Yvette had drawn from the sweaty pack.
Henderson stopped close to Tricia as they waited for their turns. She shivered, blanching with fear at his menacing closeness, the heavy muscles almost touching her skin. Olga Stavek regarded him with a hostile expression proclaiming her own territorial rights over the new acquisition. Henderson laughed without any trace of humor in his laughter and seized Tricia's nipples. He pulled them out and let them snap back. Tricia winced with pain. He pulled her face against his oiled chest and rubbed her cheek into his muscular hide.
"You are a sweet thing, little Tricia. All ripe and ready to be picked. Some day I'm going to make it a point to pick you good and proper." He slapped her across her behind, sending her reeling forward.
Olga growled at him, "Don't mark her up any more before the show, you idiot. I don't want to whip a discolored ass for our fine clientele."
That fine clientele was watching with awe the gyrations that Doris performed with Gladys. There seemed to be no limit to the things she could do with the girl. She turned her every which way. She shoved Gladys' head between her tits, her thighs, between the massive mounds of her ass. Gladys licked and bit and gnawed handfuls of the fat woman's ample reserves of fat. Doris gave Gladys suck from both tits and had enough let to give the front clusters of the audience a generous bath. They really were getting their money's worth from her. After a prolonged display of cunt sucking in which Gladys' head was practically buried under the overhanging mass of Doris' belly, their part of the show ended and they took their leave, Doris carrying the girl under one arm as if she were a weightless baby. As she passed Tricia she cupped one tit in her huge hand. Tricia was not repelled by the touch of the enormous woman, there was a touch of gentleness in that hand, and a vibration passed between them when their eyes met.
Henderson was on next. Rose was his victim that night. He brandished a cat-o'-nine-tails to the cheering crowd as he preceded her to the stage. He turned and pressed his hand to the wildly gyrating cunt between her thighs. His fingers parted the soft petal lips and delved into the slit tunnel. She lunged her hips forward and rode her gaping and muscular tunnel up his fingers.
Henderson thrust his fingers into Rose's mouth. She licked them clean. She closed her eyes and her face assumed a trance-like expression. She commenced dancing a type of Turkish belly dance, but with the center of movement lower than her belly. Her pelvis ground at such a rate that her hairy pelt became a golden blur.
Henderson reached out and seized a handful of her hair. He dropped her to her knees and raised the cat above his head, shaking it so that the throngs hung down separate and unentangled. Then he emitted a harsh ringing laugh and brought the cat-o'-nine-tails slashing across the span of her back. Her body trembled and a series of red slash lines was left upraised on her white skin. The whip was raised up again, her back turned in the glare of the spotlights to better allow a view of what was happening to it. The whip embraced her curved back, slashing over her shoulder blades, a few throngs reaching down to strike their tips into the small of her back. She whimpered and cringed at Henderson's feet. This blow caused deeper welts than the first, and small drippings of scarlet began to run along her back.
A series of savage blows, carefully measured and spaced, covered her back with her blood. She sucked at Henderson's cock through the front of his briefs, her mouth closed over the head bulging at the skimpy material. Her head commenced to bob and dip as she sucked avidly at it. While she sucked she rose to her knees, pushing her ass well up clear of her heels and thrusting the twin mounds well back so that they presented an excellent curved target. Henderson flailed her on her buttocks, searing them with the fire of the cat-o'-nine-tails. She pulled his long joint out of the briefs and to the roaring approval of every voice sucked his cock while he whipped her ass to a bloody shambles. Henderson threw his hooded head back and roared his fierce pleasure. He sent the whip crashing with stunning force over the curve of her bottom. The thongs bit at the smooth insides of her thighs. Henderson increased the pace of his whipping. He sent a series of blows slicing her soft thighs.
Watching through the open flap Corbett nodded his approval to Olga Stavek.
"He's damn good tonight. Look at the way he slices her ass with that whip. He's really chopping her up. His timing is pretty good too, he's keeping pace with the head job she's giving him."
Olga snorted derisively. "He's an amateur, a mere butcher. He never will have any artistry with the whip. Watch what I do with my new little pigeon tonight." She clutched Tricia to her breast and bit the frightened girl on the neck. She cupped Tricia's breasts and crushed them together.
Corbett seized Yvette by the wrist. The wild cooch maniac was still going strong, made wilder by the frenzy of the show. She continually played at her cunt, having wet come dripping fingers in and out of herself.
"You are in one of your wild spells tonight, aren't you, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Well I can fix you up real first rate tonight, my sweet wild bitch."
Corbett had some time before he went back on. He dragged the unprotesting nympho to a tree and tied her hands around it. She rubbed her ass into the tree, her cunt gaping and legs spread wide, eager for an entrance to be made into her. Corbett whipped off his belt and flailed her soft thighs with it, slashing broad crimson striped into her soft curves. She whimpered and spewed saliva through her gritted teeth. She began to go wild with sex madness. Corbett whipped her tits. The two globes rose and fell under the crashing impact of the whip. He sought to make the white alabaster melons strain at the flesh that bound them to her torso. He tugged and jerked at them. Yvette screamed and begged for more. He stuffed rags into her mouth so that her wild noises would not disturb the show.
Doris the fat woman joined in the torture play. She rammed her belly into Yvette, almost flattening and squashing the girl with her massive bulk.
Back on the stage Rose lay on her back with her body arched, thrusting up her breasts which she cupped along the undersides with her hands.
She offered her tits to Henderson's whip which hammered them with the same ruthlessness that it had pounded her back. He sliced his many tongued welts into her breasts and belly. She arched up clear off the floor. Her cunt thrust straight out at the audience between her widely parted legs. She held her posture while Henderson took careful precise aim and let the whip descend over the curved cup of her cunt mound. The tongues of the whip cut themselves into the insides of her thighs and coiled around the undersides of her ass to slice into the well welted buttocks. Yvette screamed and collapsed on her back.
Henderson lifted her dazed head up and showed her face to the audience. A trickle of the come she had sucked out of his cock and swallowed in long spurts down her throat trickled from the edge of her mouth. Her eyes were unfocused.
Outside Olga clasped Tricia to the warm constricting smooth black leather outfit that she wore despite the humidity strangling the air. She whispered terrible threats of pain and degradation into her frightened victim's ear. She held up her whip before Tricia's eyes, showing her the intricate hand carvings on the long and pliant handle. She thrust the handle into Tricia's cleavage and stroked the inner swells of her breasts with it. She rejoiced openly into her victim's face over the torture she was soon to inflict.
Corbett was working on Yvette. He scraped his fingernails along her cleavage, rubbing raw the skin between her breasts. He pulled and yanked her tits, then shoved them flat upon her torso. He whipped the soft mounds with his strap. As welts were marked into the curves of her tits Yvette's eyes flooded with tears. Looking down she could see the overlapping and intertwining welts multiply on the sweeping curves of her two tits which rippled and hardened from the pleasure-pain of the agony. Corbett slashed her one terrible unendurable blow across the tips of both breasts which left a track of blood behind it and sliced over both nipples. He whipped her tits mercilessly while Doris bounced about in excitement and whacked Gladys upon her soft bottom, tucking her slave up under one arm as if she were weightless and laying on such a strong and heavy hand that the girl was literally knocked up off the ground by the force of the spank blows.
As the wild scene outside continued Henderson finished his act with Rose. He held her up for the audience to see and turned her around. Blood ran down her legs over her lush curves. Her flesh had really been hacked and butchered by the cat-o'-nine-tails. With a deep bow to the audience he threw his victim over one shoulder and strutted off stage with her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Corbett came striding out and took his stance in the intersection of the floodlights. Few in that half drunken and motley crowd could have guessed why his face was flushed and excited. As he gave his spiel he thought of Yvette out there awaiting his return. She was the wildest maso-nympho broad he had ever encountered, and he could never become satiated or jaded with the pleasure of fucking and torturing her.
"Gentlemen," he declared, "I know that our show, up until now, has been everything we promised you and more. We aim to please, for your amusement and edification. Our show goes on now, and the best is yet to come. To paraphrase, 'You ain't seen the best yet.' We have a lot more to come. You will now see something new, something fresh. We have a new face with us for the first time tonight. A new face with a very fresh piece of ass attached to the other end of it. So now, the great Olga will demonstrate how she made the great cats obey her commands. Her kitten will be the luscious Tricia, here with us for the first time ever."
Corbett left holding his fingers up in v signs. He was given a magnificent round of noisy applause. He was pleased with the performance that night and their reception. This stop would pay well next year as well. A lot of bread to be picked up.
Olga shoved Tricia ahead of her. The frightened teenager stumbled through the flap of the tent and quailed at the sight of that sweep of ugly leering faces mouthing obscenities and hungering for the sight of her scourged and bleeding flesh.
Olga followed close behind her wheeling in a low cart on wheels. The cart was covered with myriad straps and restraints for binding a victim helpless.
The petrified Tricia was roughly thrown down across the table and bound. Her ass reared up into the air, a tempting target for Olga's whip. Olga coiled her whip around Tricia's throat, pulled the cart around the stage by pulling on the whip that half choked the gasping and coughing girl. She kissed Tricia lustily on the mouth and explored the contours of the vulnerable and trembling ass.
Her whip described a great slicing arc through the air and splattered over Tricia's butt. Tricia emitted a great squeal of agony. The cart rocked forward a few inches. Olga spun it on its wheels turning the white ass toward the crowd. Her whip slashed out and carved the other arm of an X that spanned both cheeks and dripped blood from its uneven branches. Olga whipped a series of horizontal slashes over Tricia's ass. Tricia continued to bellow and scream at the top of her lungs. Olga was more than pleased with this loud display which thrilled the mob crowded in close to the stage to catch every detail.
Under the continued slashing of the whip, Tricia's ass was soon sliced to bloody pulp. Dozens of welts covered and overlaid one another across the total breadth of her ass. The ends of welts ran up onto the small of her back and down along her curvaceous thighs. Olga concentrated on the thighs next, whipping them pitilessly, inflicting terrible lacerations reaching past Tricia's knees.
Olga decided to give them a lot more. She bent down and picked up a tray on the base of the cart. She fished a handful of long sharp needles out of the tray and held them up triumphantly for the audience to see. A tremendous roar rose as they understood what she planned to do. The air was heavy with whiskey and sweat smells. Olga found it just a bit intoxicating, adding to the zesty thrill of torture. She began to thrust the needles into the fleshy areas of Tricia's ass, especially where she had sliced the meat open with her whip. Tricia added to the spectacle with her resounding screams. Her breath was apparently inexhaustible.
Olga filled the twin cheeks with needles. She buried each one up to the head. When she had finished she ran her hands over the tortured cheeks, fanning her fingers along the smooth contours slippery with blood and sweat. Tricia would remember this agony for a very long time. Olga gave her another salvo of whiplashes on her ass, striking the long coiling whip over the pin studded bottom. Pain was hammered deep into the layers of flesh, the agony was multiplied by the needles.
Corbett and Henderson crowded at the flap watching the show. Tricia's screams filled the entire space of the large tent.
"You know," Henderson commented, "if we don't attract unwanted attention with her screams nothing will ever bring it down on us. That little girl has a lot of lung power."
"Yeah," Corbett muttered.
Satisfied with the job she had done on Tricia's ass, Olga Stavek untied her, but only to alter her bonds. She affixed the girl atop the cart in a squatting position. Tricia's buttocks dripped blood onto the top of the table. She shuddered and shrieked with renewed vigor while Olga tore the needles out of her bottom. She held up the red stained needles one by one as she ripped them loose from the bloody butt flesh they were embedded in. Olga then turned the cart around exposing the front of Tricia's body to the audience.
She grabbed Tricia's breasts and mauled them savagely. She dug her fingers into the underside contours and pressed upwards lifting the tits up. She then seized hold of one nipple and pulled on it until it was an elongated rubber nozzle sticking far out from the curve of the bosom. Olga then took one of the bloody needles that she had removed from the young girl's ass and thrust it mercilessly right through the nipple, piercing the base and shoving it through and out the other side. She shook the needle within its bed of flesh. She pinched up the nipple and thrust yet another needle through it. She then began to systematically stick the still scarlet stained needles into the breasts. She pulled a tit sideways away from the deep cleavage and thrust needles into the exposed inner contours. She thrust needles straight up into the dangling undercurve hanging bobble area of the tits. She thrust needles straight in, burying them in the soft flattened parts of the mounds. Tricia's face contorted into a twisted mask of agony and her screaming continued without ceasing. Olga's green eyes glazed with the vile joy of inflicting hurt upon a helpless victim. She spun the cart round and round in circles letting the crowd see the tits thrust full of sharp needles and the ass that had been savagely whipped and scourged until it bled freely.
Olga began to whip the body of the girl as she kept turning the cart. She let the lashes fall where they would, on the girl's breasts, shoulders, arms, back. Faster and faster she laid the blows on until the young blonde sufferer's flesh was thoroughly scourged and lacerated. Then suddenly she sent the cart bearing its human sacrifice shooting out of the tent. It went sailing through the flap carrying its screaming cargo out to her fellow carny performers, although she considered none of them in any terms of fellowship.
Henderson stopped her journey. He ran his wet tongue over her shrieking lips. He slapped his fingertips along her jugs causing them to bounce and shake stimulating the needles buried in them. He smiled with cruel delight at her suffering.
"Hurts like hell, don't it, you poor kid. Well, I have to admit that cat breaker knows her stuff.
I might try something like that sometimes."
Olga Stavek came striding out of the tent. She tapped Henderson's chest pointedly with the handle of her whip.
"Don't copy my material, man. Show a little originality. And don't touch my little girl. I keep my hands off your Andrea, don't I? Maybe though, I won't be so obedient to the rules in the future."
Henderson glared at her, his muscles knotting in rage. Corbett gave them both a withering glance full of his displeasure. He sure didn't need shit like that going on. He had troubles enough as it was.
"Knock it off, you two idiots. I don't want any trouble with you. Stavek, I didn't give Tricia to you as your personal property, so don't regard her as such. As for you, Henderson, handle your own action, it should be enough to keep you busy."
There was one last act to put on. Henderson glared down at his Andrea's frightened and sickened face as fat Doris came striding up leading a jackass the belly of which Andrea was bound to. Henderson laughed at her acute discomfort and humiliation. The girl was more than merely a captive tied to the belly of a jackass, the tip of its inhumanly long and thick phallus was lodged in her pussy sheath. Just the tip of his organ distended that already quite large sheath an extraordinary extent. Her suffering was almost unendurable.
Corbett entered the tent and thrust his arms out for silence. He grinned at them. The jackass act was always one of their favorites. Bastards like those always delighted in seeing a beautiful girl, the type they could never get, reduced to the lowest levels of degradation. He explained to them the nature of the next performance. When he clapped his hands and the fat woman led the jackass out on stage, Andrea writhed against the belly of the beast. Her legs were spread wide and drawn up along the sides of the animal. Its huge organ was sticking into the mouth of her cunt. The fat woman walked behind the animal and stroked its flanks. Casting an obscene grin to the men crowded close she seized the enormous shaft of the beast and began to masturbate it, rubbing it with both hands. It stiffened and thrust harder at the opening of Andrea's cunt that it was wedged in. The pathetic girl let loose wild peals of screams and shrieks.
Corbett slapped Henderson across his shoulders.
"That ride should teach her to appreciate you a bit more. After all, you are a better deal than that jackass."
Olga Stavek did not stay to watch the awesome beauty and the beast exhibition. She had seen it many times before, and had even aided in the training of the beast. She hastened back to her private wagon wheeling Tricia along slapping her on her bleeding bottom.
"I bet right now you would do almost anything to get me to take those needles out of you, my pretty little bitch. That's right, isn't it." Tricia nodded affirmatively to still the insistent hand that poked into her tender and hurting breast tissues.
"I'm not a completely heartless bitch," Olga assured her captive who would have pointedly disagreed had she been in a position to do so. "I'll take them out of you if you promise to be a really nice girl. I have your promise, I'm sure," she snarled, holding tightly a handful of golden hair.
Tricia fervently nodded her consent. Anything that would bring her relief from her sufferings. She was removed from atop the cart and dragged inside by the scruff of her neck. Olga reached out and seized hold of one of the pins. The way she tore it free sent a new burst of pain searing through Tricia's breast. She tried to jerk away but Olga held her fast by gripping a handful of her pubic bush hair and slapping her hard across the face.
"Don't move, you stupid fool. Stand up straight and let me get these needles out. It isn't easy and I can't do it if you refuse to cooperate with me."
Tricia wiped away the tears flowing down her face. Her ass and breasts were totally smothered in searing agony and she could feel blood running down the backs of her legs. Even in the corrective homes she had never been submitted to such awful punishment. Even the boys who had raped her had not been as vicious as Olga Stavek. But she braced herself and held still through the removal procedure, although her face was in a constant flux reflecting the unendurable agony she experienced. Olga felt not the slightest trace of sympathy for her and nonchalantly pulled out the pins, not hurrying, taking her time.
When the task was at length completed she ran her hands over the tormented mounds. It was not so bad, she decided. She administered a little bit of rudimentary first aid, cleaning and salving the welts she had slashed into Tricia's body. When she had finished she threw the girl down on the bed.
"Now you show how much you appreciate my kindness to you, little nympho bitch."
She handled and kneaded the tits, hardening the two nipples until they were bullets of heat and rigidity. She stroked and clasped the breasts until they were rocks. Her leather costume grated upon Tricia's sensitive flesh. Olga parted the cunt lips and stroked them, sending flashes running through Tricia's body when she pressed her thumbs along the inner lining of the canal. She traced the outlines of the inner and outer lips and rubbed the clitoris. She played with the cunt hairs between her fingers, tugging gently at the curly locks.
Meanwhile in the tent of horrors, Andrea was completing her wild ride upon the underbelly of a jackass. Doris kept working at the long cock of the beast until a rigid spasm ran through it and it was ready to shoot off. Andrea turned her face straight out to the audience with both eyes shut tight and emitted a scream that showed all of her teeth when the cock shoved another inch into her with such force that she felt herself being wrenched apart by the size of the thing. At last it spent its great load inside of her and dropped out. Great clotted leakings of animal come poured out of her. She was near hysteria and hardly noticed the hands that reached up from the edge of the stage area to stroke her sweat sheened thighs and ass.
Doris went out the flap entrance leading the bewildered beast. Rose and Gladys passed her by to do a wild fingerfucking and sixty-nine number to put an end to things. The best part of the show had just ended in the fat woman's opinion. She only regretted that she could not do the act with the beast. It was nearly impossible for a normal man to get his thing into her past the layers of fat that almost buried her pelvis. It took a lot of acrobatic ability to have a fuck with Doris and there were few takers anyway. It didn't matter, her games with Gladys were enough to suffice for her.
Corbett got back to Yvette. The wicked little darling had enticed one of the strong muscled and weak minded roustabouts to have a fuck with her. The man had shed his pants and with his shirttail flapping around his ass he drove away inside of her. He rammed his cock into her cunt with long penetrating strokes that drove hard in and out of her wild juice spurting body. Yvette was never satisfied unless she had something up her cunt or hard leather biting her ass. Corbett waited impatiently for the roustabout to shoot his load into the bound beauty.
When he had finished and scurried off, Corbett then turned his attentions to Yvette once more. The man had left a pattern of bite marks on her tits. They went well with the whip mark designs Corbett had etched into her flesh. Corbett probed one bite mark which had penetrated her flesh and dripped blood over the curve of her underbreast. He clawed the whip marks with his fingernails, scraping the crimson streaks until the nympho's face registered sufficient pain to satisfy her torturer.
"Well my little darling girl, I didn't give you permission to fuck around while I was away, did I. You're never really satisfied unless you're up to something. Well, I'll have to clean you out before I use you. First, however, I'll pretty you up a bit, my gorgeous bitch."
Corbett whipped off his strap and set to work whipping her tits and belly again. He whipped until the overlaid and overlapping and interrunning welts covered her skin like a crimson gown.
The creeps watching the show were getting their money's worth from the last performance alone. Rose and Gladys went wild rubbing their flesh together while clawing bloody furrows along their backs. They spat saliva back and forth into each other's mouths. Gladys ripped and clawed the great patterns of whip weals that covered Rose's body. She threw her companion down and sucked at her bloodied flesh. She licked and drank the blood from Rose's body. Rose howled and sank her teeth into Gladys' tits. She chewed at the deep cleavage and trailed a line of bite marks around the fullest part of the curve of each tit and over both nippies. Gladys sighed and wrapped her legs around Rose. She burrowed her face into Rose's belly, chewing up a long lash line and running the salty flavored crimson weal through her mouth, pressing her sharp teeth into it. She made the flesh writhe and dance under her frenzied onslaught.
Doris came waddling back into the tent. She was determined to join in the sport, for with these performers the shows they put on were more than a projected fantasy, they were the real thing entered into fully and completely with body and soul. Doris squatted down, planting her enormous bulk on the twisting and rolling tangle of intertwined arms and legs. The two girls squealed and went into a screaming shit-fit panic when the great weight of the fat girl descended on them. They feared being crushed under her weight. Rose fancied she could feel her ribs beginning to buckle. She turned her head and sank her teeth into the enormous whale huge ass. As she drew blood which spurted into her mouth Doris shifted and her huge intra-buttock cleavage oozed down over Rose's head. Rose gasped and choked and rolled along the floor to get free of the intolerable mass of flesh.
Laughing with delight Doris managed to shove herself erect. As the two girls who were dwarfed by her enormous proportions stood up she pulled them close to her and buried their faces in her mammoth pillowlike tits. Rose's face was drawn into the deep cleavage and the tits billowed about her head, almost burying it. She drew her head back and cupped both hands under one enormous tit. She bit and gnawed it as Gladys worked over its mate. The two girls soon were chewing with maniacal fury at the massive mounds.
Doris clutched them tightly and began to waddle out of the tent, rolling her ponderous blubberous rolls of flesh into their writhing bodies as the three of them left.
It was the end of the show. The patrons were hustled out, the lights dimmed. In knots and clusters they made their way to their vehicles, wildly talking up the wonders they had seen. There would probably be a lot of dried out wives getting prodded hard by their men, Rose thought.
Rose strode over to where Yvette was getting the works from Corbett. He had snapped a branch from a tree and was now probing at her pussy with the supple and limber section of wood. He snapped it through the air and cracked it over the hairy mound. Yvette squealed with anguish when it sliced across the lips of her cunt.
Rose slammed her hips into Corbett. She rubbed the soft material of her hot ass up and down his leg.
"If you're that interested in action," Corbett growled, "I'll give you all you can handle."
Rose shrieked and threw her hand to her mouth in mock terror. She turned and made a pretense of running. Corbett seized her by the hair and shoved her against Yvette. He smashed his fist into Rose's soft belly. Her face went white and her knees buckled.
"You don't get away from me that easy, you sweet tailed little bitch."
He untied Yvette from the tree and tied her to Rose, the two of them face to face. They rubbed tummies and tits together, soft flesh turning hot under the demands of orgasm, moist soft flesh grinding insistently together. Their hairy cunts were pressed mouth to mouth and they worked upon one another with the pumping and shaking movements that they had long practiced. They were pros and could perform wondrous and glorious things with their sex boxes.
Henderson came over to get his share of the action.
"Get your strap off and let them have it," Corbett commanded. "Let's see some of that fancy whipwork you're forever boasting about."
The two men flailed the naked bound women with their straps. The whipping increased the intoxicated frenzied pace of their body rubbing. Their mouths met, great sweepings of saliva dripping tongues swirled over the two faces. They bit each other on the cheek, the earlobes, on the neck. They screamed for greater doses of pain.
Corbett and Henderson slammed the two soft tails until they were turned a dark hue of scarlet. Henderson sliced bleeding wounds into Rose's tail. He whipped and whipped the ass until he felt shooting stabs of pain through his own shoulder. He transferred the strap to his other hand and coiled it around both squirming torsos. He made their flesh dance a merry pace. Corbett was not as heavy or as sure with his strap but he added his quota to the suffering of the two girls. When at length they collapsed unmoving he untied them and picked up Yvette's limp body. He kissed her on her foam flecked lips.
"I promised you some fucking tonight baby, and I still have to keep my word."
CHAPTER FIVE
The carnival was registered under two names and two names were displayed in the title under which it played. Thelma Anderson was the real brains and drive behind the carnival, Corbett was a partner but a decidedly junior partner. It grieved him to grovel under the arrogance of Thelma at such times as she was present. She did not humiliate him before the others for the maintenance of good discipline but during the times they were alone she made no subtle bones about the fact that she ran things.
Thelma had numerous interests but rarely failed to miss the entire tour of the carnival. She showed up a few weeks after the beginning of the run. She was interested in the new girl, Tricia.
"She sounds interesting all right. Bring her here, I want to talk to her," she snapped at Corbett.
He grinned knowingly. She always had an interest in new female goods. He slapped Yvette on her behind and she raised her face from Rose's cunt which she had been attempting to suck quite dry.
"Go over to Olga's wagon and bring Tricia over here. Miss Anderson wants to meet her." Thelma frowned at him. "You gave her to Olga. That green-eyed bitch is just a little bit rough. I don't think it was such a clever notion to turn a newcomer over to her."
Corbett shrugged his shoulders. He made a plaintive gesture with his hands. "We were already into the tour and she had to learn fast. Olga has brought her a long way in just a few weeks, she really knows what this is all about now."
Thelma nudged his leg with the point of her shoe. "I'm going to be here for a few weeks. I might just take the little bunny under my wing while I'm here."
Corbett shrugged again. "That's your prerogative of course. Olga has no real claim on her, I just allowed her to take charge of her training on a temporary basis. She should understand that."
Yvette returned with Tricia. The young teenager was stark naked and her arms were bound to a wooden bar across her shoulders behind her neck. There were many whip welts thickly clustered on her ass and thighs.
Tricia silently regarded the autocratic woman who several persons had informed her was the real power behind the carnival. Thelma Anderson was a striking woman. She was tall and slender with very dark eyes and brows arched in an expression of amused wonderment. Her entire manner and appearance contrasted greatly with the fierce aspect of Olga Stavek. It was a totally different image. Yet at the same time there was an unmistakable streak of cruelty present in her just as it was more blatantly present in Olga.
Thelma reached out with her hand and Tricia stepped forward until it touched her. The fingers gently pressed upon the underside of her breasts.
"That bar across your shoulders must be quite uncomfortable. Yvette, remove it."
Tricia could read the interest in Thelma's eyes. This was a lucky break for her. The fat woman had shown an interest the last several days but had made no move to take her from Olga. Doris had her little Gladys anyway and might not be willing to take on two girls or to give Gladys up. Thelma Anderson was a good bet for the duration of her stay with her carnival and Tricia played up to her.
"Thank you, Mistress," she purred, bending low.
Thelma laughed and pulled her forward. She plopped down on Thelma's lap. Thelma stroked her disheveled hair and probed at one of the scabs half closed on a tit welt.
"I want to be alone with Tricia. Everyone else out, please."
Corbett grinned with good humor. It would serve to keep her off his back a bit. He shooed the two nymphos out of the trailer wagon, cracking his strong hands over their well marked butts. He slammed the door behind him.
Thelma poured two goblets of wine. She offered one to Tricia. Tricia blushed when she choked on it. Thelma's eyebrows arched with surprise.
"You're not used to drinking wine. How strange to be a member of this carnival and to be inexperienced in anything as mundane as that. Well, I don't imagine that Olga Stavek would have thought of giving you any wine. Such a courtesy would not occur to her. She must have given you a hard time. Well, I can be a far better hostess than Olga. I think I will keep you as my companion while I stay with the carnival. I'm sure you would find that more to your liking."
Tricia's eyes reflected her sincere delight.
"Tell me a little something about your weeks here. I'm sure you enjoy the performances despite a little discomfort. I am right, am I not."
Tricia nodded. "At first I really hated the slavery but now I'm used to it. Some of it is a lot of fun, playing with my cunt in front of all those greaseball pigs making them come in their pants."
Thelma laughed maliciously and slapped Tricia's ass. "I just knew you would turn on to that aspect of it. Go on, tell me more."
"I feel powerful out there, even when I'm being whipped and tortured, because I have the power and it's me that they're paying to see. I do the thing and they're just spectators. I've never known what a thrill it was to be at the center of things, to have every bit of attention concentrated on me, focused on me.
"Sometimes I work with Yvette. We show them our hot little cunts and put on a fingering show for them. That always gets their rocks hard. We carry little riding crops and we whip each other on the ass with them. I love to stripe up Yvette's ass, it drives her so wild. I sometimes grab one of her tits and whip her cleavage. Or I even hit her across her slit. She even enjoys being whipped down there.
"I've worked with Henderson a few times. He always fucks me real fast and hard after he finishes, right in front of everybody. First he really whips me. He ties leather straps around my arms, pulling them tight behind my back. Then he slings my breasts through loops of leather and pulls them tight. He tightens those nooses into the base of my breasts until they're two puffed up balloons almost ready to explode. They're crimson with constriction and then he whips them. He gives it to me with a riding crop right on my two bubbles. That really hurts like hell. But when he removes those leather slings and lets my tits free it hurts even more, pain really stings through those welts. He whips my ass holding me over one knee like a child, letting those creeps have a close look at how he chops my bottom up. When he finishes his act he sometimes has me sprawl on the front edge of the stage, or dangle my spread legs over it. Those hands really do a job on me, they reach and grope everywhere. I can feel those fingers right up my cunt, all over my ass. Then he pulls me down and fucks me. Sometimes he fucks my cleavage and then wipes up his sperm on his hand and gives his hand to me to lick clean.
"Of course, my shows with Olga are the worst, her acts really tear me up. She never holds back, but rips me with her whips until I feel as if I'm being torn to pieces. Sometimes she uses fire to torture me. She holds a lighted candle close to my breasts or even lets it rest with the flame just a fraction of an inch from the underside of my breast. Then she keeps moving the candle around under my breasts. Or she does the same thing with my ass, almost touching me, blistering my flesh with the heat, but not actually burning me with the flame."
Tricia lifted up one of her tits and showed Thelma the marks of blisters and searings left by the candle treatment.
"I don't mind a little pain but it really hurts an awful lot. Well, I'll get used to it, I guess." Thelma licked her lips and pulled the blonde across her lap. She kissed her passionately on the mouth and on the tip of each breast bud.
"I want you right now, my little bunny. Don't worry about Olga, as long as I'm here you belong to me."
She draped Tricia across her lap and admired the fine network of whip welts streaking her bottom. She started to spank the hot globes. They turned crimson under the power of the spanking. Thelma laughed as she continued to spank the soft jiggling bottom cheeks. She pounded her fists into the tender center of the white globes. She slapped her hands repeatedly into the welted spots. It was a wonderful ass for spanking, very soft and fully packed with flesh. It was a wonderful consistency of softness and its natural whiteness was highly enticing.
Olga Stavek was not enjoying herself at that particular moment. Her little piece had been appropriated from her. She ruefully and bitterly drained down half a bottle of gin. Feeling depressed she went out for a walk.
Doris, the fat walking mountain of beef was sitting in front of her wagon playing with her precious little Gladys. She spanked Gladys' soft bottom and fed her rich drags of milk from her massive teats. She smirked sarcastically at Olga as the arrogant green-eyed bitch went swaggering by. The look in her eyes told Olga that the fat pig was laughing at her, everyone already knew. The fat girl's expression seemed to be taunting her, stating that even fat Doris had a girl, everyone except Olga had a piece.
Olga's drunkenness combined with her naturally vile temper to overcome her better judgment. Not realizing what she was doing she grabbed Gladys by the hair and yanked her away from the teat she was drinking from. Olga began to stalk off dragging along the squalling protesting girl.
"I'm taking this little bitch for my own, you fat overstuffed pig. I'm taking her and you can't stop me. I'm going to flay the hide off her and make her lick my ass all day and night."
A glance at the roaring infuriated woman lumbering to her feet sobered up Olga Stavek fast as hell and let her realize the trouble she had stepped into. She barely had time to avoid the first lumbering rush. Doris' face was purplish hued with fury and the urge to destroy. Her hands clawed at her foe. Olga kicked her in the fleshy folds of her stomach with a perfect and exact karate movement that had absolutely no effect on the lumbering behemoth. Doris came raging forward, unshakable. Olga side stepped desperately and delivering another crunching unavailing kick.
The carny people clustered around to watch the arrogant and disliked Olga Stavek finally get hers. There were no faces in the jeering crowd that were on her side. They all wanted to see her get busted, but good.
Bruno the dwarf cleverly edged up behind Olga. As she backed up he knocked her thigh with his shoulder, spilling her on her ass. She frantically rolled and kicked out at the massive form reaching out for her. As she got to her feet Doris caught her by crotch and tit and lifted her overhead. She slammed Olga into a wagon. Olga bounced off it and hit the ground with the wind knocked out of her. Doris pulled her erect. Olga smashed a punch into Doris' face that brought the blood jetting from her mouth. Doris ignored it and pulled Olga close. She clasped her in a killing grip and squeezed until Olga's face was bright crimson. Then she smashed her fist into Olga's belly. She held her up by the neck with one hand and smashed repeated hard punches into her face. Blood spurted from Slavek's nose and mouth. Her eyes were glassy. Doris slammed her to the ground and ripped her clothes off.
Corbett summoned Thelma. The cruel beauty was annoyed to be interrupted in the midst of the brisk and delicious spanking she was delivering to Tricia's bottom. She surveyed the carnage with an amused grin.
"Don't break it up. That bitch has been asking for this for a long time. Let Doris rip up her ass good."
Doris fully intended to rip up some ass. With the loud encouragement of all the onlookers spurring her on she tore into the heartily disliked Olga. She mauled the stripped naked body, clawing furrows into the smooth skin with her sharp nails. She pressed Stavek down with her massive weight, gouging a mammoth knee into her guts. Stavek screamed and writhed beneath the crushing weight, feeling the five hundred pounds of blubber bearing down on her through the crushing press of the knee. Doris straddled her opponent and pinned her with her bulk. Stavek wiggled about with the futility of a pinioned fish. Doris trapped her arms and set to work on her systematically and methodically. She slapped the cheeks of the exotic face back and forth, left and right. She drew blood from the nose and mouth and kept on beating Stavek's face. She grabbed two handfuls of ample blonde mane and tore them loose at the roots inflicting excruciating agony. Olga pounded the back of her skull into the dirt in a fit of agony and frustrated rage. All of her spasmodic threshings and maddened strength was futile against Doris' massiveness.
Doris spread Olga's legs wide. She seized each ankle and spread the legs with the ease of a large adult manhandling a small infant. Then she smashed one huge fist into the pelvic mound, plowing her fist into the soft genital curve. Olga went into a screaming rolling fit, her body contorted in total anguish. Doris seized her at neck and waist. She turned her over and then sat on Olga's back. She gripped handfuls of the rear globes and kneaded the alabaster flesh. Stavek foamed at the mouth and pounded with futile efforts upon the great shape mounted on her back, crushing her into the dirt. Doris laughed and reached around to seize Olga's skull. She mashed and rubbed Olga's face into the dust. Then she set to work on the ass, smashing it with terrific spanks that almost flattened the globes out when they crashed into the soft vanilla pudding halves.
Rose and Yvette rubbed their torsos together in a frenzy of excitement, friction heat building in them as they thrilled to the beating of the haughty animal trainer. They bit and clawed one another on the breasts and freely fingered the puckered slits of their assholes.
Henderson was also aroused by the barbaric fight. He pulled Andrea's sculptured back into his hairy chest, grinding her softness along the front of his body. He began to twist and crush her tits through her thin transparent silk blouse. She responded to his rough advances and slid her silken buttocks along the front of her leather pants through which his hardened cock was clearly outlined. She lifted high her miniskirt to rub her bare flesh into him.
Tricia was more enraptured by the beating than any of the others. The battle had indirectly been triggered by her own situation and it was pleasing to watch the cruel Olga being literally ground into the dirt. The tingling throb of her spanked buttocks being gently stroked by Thelma Anderson as she gnawed Tricia's shoulder added an erotic thrill to the excitement of the spectacle. They watched together from the doorway of the wagon. Tricia felt smooth and silken fingers probing expertly at her honey pot. Thelma separated the puffy lips, running the inner and outer lips through her fingers. She probed into the tunnel as her thumbs caressed the hardened clitoris button.
"Do you enjoy seeing that bitch being beaten into the ground. She's being hammered inch by inch into a trench. Doris is really leaning on her, pet. In a few more minutes she can just fill in the hole and plant flowers on Olga."
"Aren't you going to stop it," Tricia asked in a tone that clearly revealed she would be bitterly disappointed if it was stopped.
"Perhaps, but I'm not going to try to stop it now. It would be worth someone's hide to try and interfere with Doris when she's this way. I remember a roustabout named Pete who was always riding her about her weight. One night Doris trapped him in a wagon and half demolished him. When she had kicked his teeth out and mashed his face in she took him out in the woods and ran a noose over the limb of a tree. She slipped it over his large kingsized manhood equipment and strung him up by it. She literally hanged him up by his balls. She left him there. His buddies cut him down before any permanent damage resulted, but he set a speed record hauling his ass out for places unknown.
No, not for anything would I attempt to break up that cat fight until Doris has placated her vengeance."
Gladys brought a whip out from Doris' wagon.
"Give that dirty slut a taste of this."
Doris grabbed the whip and wrapped the coils around Olga's head. She stuffed the butt handle into Olga's mouth, half choking her.
"You get your rocks off whipping the skins off of people, bitch. I've always wondered if you have the guts to take any of this treatment yourself. Suppose we just find out what you're made of." Doris dragged Olga over to the base of a tree, ignoring her vain entreaties as she dragged the hysterical and badly battered woman carelessly and callously over the rough ground by an ankle. She tied a rope offered to her by Henderson around one ankle and ran it over a low hanging branch. She hauled it over the branch pulling Olga up by her foot until the ankle was resting against the branch. She wrapped the length of rope around the other ankle and then used the remaining length of the rope to tie both legs securely to the branch, about two feet apart at the ankles. Olga Stavek dangled by her feet from the branch with her hair trailing in the dirt. Doris was satisfied with this bondage and set to work on Olga.
She dug one large foot into Olga's cleavage and pressed one breast mound into a flattened quaking mass of almost crushed flesh. Through the sole of her foot she felt the tremors of agony she caused the woman as she jostled and ground her tits with the foot, bearing her weight against first one and then the other. Simultaneously Doris hooked her thumbs within the rubbery inner skin of Olga's vagina and pulled her hands apart, stretching the delicate membrane of the cunt tunnel, pulling apart the lips and the frontal inner structure of the vagina. She inflicted excruciating torture as she increased the distance between her hooked thumbs. The natural resilience of the vagina allowed it to spread as the cruel hands continued the distending operation. The pain increased with every second as Doris sawed at the lips and mouth of the cunt, twisting and splitting wide apart. She could detect the spasms of pain running through the totality of Olga's body, shock waves of shattering agony.
She snapped her hands loose and the purplishly discolored cunt lips plopped back into normal position. The entire area continued to twitch and shudder from the agony branded into the sensitive vaginal nerves.
Doris took her whip from Gladys. Gladys nipped at one erupting tit that was hardening from the thrill of torture coursing through Doris' body. The tits were becoming hot milkladen volcanos and soon they would be desperate for Gladys' draining mouth. But in the meantime Doris focused her attentions upon torturing Olga.
She ground the butt handle of the whip along the discolored abused cunt lips and clitoris. She gouged the tough supple leather into the yielding pelvic flesh and ground the soft meat to pulp. She crammed it all of the way into the long cunt sheath and jerked it brutally back and forth inflicting still greater hurt. She fucked out the cunt hole with a total disregard for the welfare and survival of her victim. Then she shoved the handle up the tight fit of the ass hole which yielded slowly and unwillingly to the insistent ramming pressure. She forced it inch by inch up into Olga and turned it round and round, almost driving Olga Stavek insane from the terrible barbarity of rotating seven inches of whip handle around inside her asshole. There was a reeking smell clinging to the handle with traces of blood as well when Doris removed it. She flung it away with an expression of distaste.
Henderson offered her another whip, one of his special numbers. It had a clean well balanced feel to it and the handle was quite supple.
Doris cracked it through the air a few times to test its action and then began to use it on the whimpering animal she had reduced the arrogant tiger trainer to. She coiled it around the full and heavy swell of the buttocks. It gripped the curves of the body tightly as it ripped open tears in the soft flesh. Blood ran quite freely from the deep welts that Doris ruthlessly inflicted on her enemy. She criss-crossed welt after welt upon the soft and unmarked perfection of Olga's ass. She slashed into the tits and tender belly as well, and sought out the more sensitive areas of the back to inflict still further lacerations. Olga's head jerked along the ground as her body twitched out of control from the ordeal it was being subjected to. Olga was glassy-eyed and only gurgling sounds escaped from her mouth as she bit into her own arms and shoulders in her maddened desperation.
Eventually Thelma terminated the slaughter. Olga Stavek was dumped in her wagon and given a few crude first aid treatments. Thelma noted with satisfaction that it would be a few weeks before Olga was once more fit. Perhaps the lesson would remain with her. In any event she could never again impress the members of the carnival troupe with her personal dominance, after the crushing annihilation they had all witnessed.
CHAPTER SIX
The carnival came to Roselette, one of the most lucrative of its stopovers. Roselette was a large sized community and more in touch with the passage of the times than many of the other back area holes. It had an element of wildness of its own, cycle toughs and a hippie fringe.
There was a lot of money to be sucked up out of Roselette, but Corbett disliked the place. There were too many undercurrents to the town, it was not an easy mark. To make profit off of men willing to shell out money to watch a cooch dancer or play a crooked wheel of fortune game or put out fifty bucks to watch an illegal performance requires a population of rubes and backwoods shitheads. There was an element of modernity growing in Roselette that Corbett found disconcerting and somewhat foreboding. But the tour had been set up and they played the town. It was a long and nervous day. There were several fights along the midway and some of the cycle hoods busted up one of the games that they were rightly convinced was operating in a crooked way. Corbett realized that this was no place to overreach himself. The sheriff and judge were more demanding as well, squeezing Thelma and Corbett for double the amount they had accepted in the past. In addition to all of this the existence of the special post midnight performances did not seem to be a very tight secret.
When Corbett was facing the hairy smelly throng in the main tent that night his usual rap met with a chorus of loud noises and obscene gestures and some wise ass tossed a bottle at him. Cutting short his usual routine Corbett put Rose on to play with her magic cunt for their amusement. There was nothing like a good snatch show to quiet the animals.
They waited expectantly for the whipping performance to commence. Some were almost indifferent to Rose's cunt, virtually bored by that magnificent sculpture of hairy meat that she exhibited to them and caressed for their appreciation. The ringmaster judged that it was time to put on the torture acts and dispensed with the rest of the preliminaries. It was best to get the show on and finish it. The crowd had an ugly dangerous aspect that disturbed him. There were many new faces out there this year, young faces flushed with booze and malice, arms tattooed with the insignia and trade markings of cycle riders. There were young toughs in the elaborate leather outfits of bike riders and others that looked the type encountered in dirty unfriendly bars on lost weekends. The ringmaster had lost control of a crowd only twice in his career but this crowd worried him.
Henderson and Andrea came out of the wing. A raucous obscene cheer filled the air. Andrea winced at the look of the throng. Some of them lunged for her shapely legs. Many had bottles and some of the younger ones were passing joints around.
Henderson brandished his whip at them, gesturing at his victim. Middle fingers were shook at him and one of the cycle guys snapped long chains between his hands. Another slapped a tire iron into his tattooed palms. They were a particularly repulsive and menacing bunch.
Henderson started in on Andrea. He was scared shitless and the close proximity of the roustabouts did little to allay his fears. The mob was ugly, pot and booze everywhere, and some of them armed. They could really go fucking wild.
Henderson started whipping Andrea on her outthrust buttocks. That soothed them a bit, they seemed to settle back some to enjoy the sport and the tension in the air seemed to lessen. Henderson slashed at her ass, coiling the whip around her rounded thighs so that the tip struck along the delicate curve of her pubic mound. She shook and her knees buckled under the searing pain ripping through her pelvis. He let her have a volley of downward slashing cuts across her seat. He whipped her back, striking across her shoulder blades. She stood erect and forced her rebelling body to stand on tiptoe and calmly receive the brutal punishment. Henderson looped the whip tip over her shoulders. It left tracks running over the curve of her shoulder and extending downward to he curvaceous swell of her breasts. He half spun her around with a cast of his whip that coiled around her waist. She reeled forward losing her footing and as she tottered near the front of the stage a mass of clawing hands exploded at her, grabbing handholds of her flesh to pull her down into the wild animal mob.
Andrea screamed with unfeigned terror as she was engulfed in a crushing mass of sex-happy animals. Hands gripped and mauled her whip-streaked tits. A mouth clamped into her hairy cunt and her thighs were spread wide by groping and twisting hands. Henderson leaped forward and seized Andrea by her wrists. With a massive heave that almost wrenched her arms from their sockets he tore her free of the pack. They cursed and threatened but did nothing more, to Henderson's nervous relief. He continued to whip the frightened and almost hysterical girl, trying to keep her well clear of the hands clawing for her. Some of the men almost vaulted onto the stage but were cautioned off by the presence of the unsmiling roustabouts who came forward from the darkened corners to lend a bit of control with a more visible presence.
Henderson shakily completed his performance. He whipped Andrea front and back, slicing a pattern that covered all of the major areas of her body. He whipped her ass while she shook it at the crowd, holding her buttocks spread wide to facilitate the probing of the whip end at the tender flesh along her inner buttocks. He slashed at the outturned crease sides, whipping the whole area raw crimson. He finally cut Andrea down with a series of slashes at her calves and thighs. Unceremoniously he threw her over his shoulders and hastily departed.
"Fucking ugly crowd," he muttered to Corbett as the ringmaster passed him. "Better calm those creeps down or someone's gonna get mobbed by those maniacs."
Corbett came out to the center of the spotlighted area. He stood there at the center of a loud wave of catcalls and curses. He decided to try a firm approach.
"Calm down a bit, guys. We can't continue with the show unless we get a little bit of order. You're going to bring the law down on us all if you don't cool it. None of us want that, do we?"
It was a clever bluff and proved effective. The mention of the law when someone is in violation of it has an effect. Corbett sneered inwardly at their gullibility. Any consideration of the facts would lead someone with an iota of intelligence to the realization that the local officials had to know about the little extras put on at night and be on the take for it. But a mob never can think very efficiently.
Corbett gave them a good rap and had them calmed and settled enough for the show to proceed. There was nothing else to be done anyway, if he had stopped it short they would have torn the carnival apart. There were a hell of a lot of them, maybe over two hundred, more than had attended any performance that season, and they could easily turn into a rioting mob. So the show had to go on.
Tricia came striding on with Yvette. The two girls were dressed in leather corsets through which their large and delectable breasts thrust. The openings in the front of the leather outfits were small, constricting the root areas of their tits and causing them to swell out and thrust forward. Their asses and cunts were entirely revealed. As they walked to the center of the stage they touched and stroked each other on their asses and tits. Tricia felt the menace of the crowd and the fright she had experienced at the beginning of her stay with the carnival came back to her. Yvette was a completely whacked-out nympho and the element of danger merely proved a stimulant to her.
Tricia was thankful at least that the arrangement of the tent for the show allowed them to perform in a corner with an exit handy, rather than performing surrounded on all sides by the audience.
The two girls faced one another, fingers caressing the exposed melons. They turned to the audience and showed them the pins they intended to use on each other. A roar of approval went up. Yvette smiled cryptically at Tricia. "Don't be afraid, doll. Feel that you enjoy it and you will."
As she spoke she took hold of one of Tricia's breasts and thrust a pin into it with one swift and sure movement. Only the expression on Tricia's face revealed the agony she experienced as she maintained a complete and stoic silence. Yvette twisted the pin into the pearly tissue, thrusting it through a faint crimson spot where a welt had been engraved on her skin.
Tricia grimaced and-touched her hand to the spot where the pin had been embedded. She swept up a trickle of blood and presented her fingers to Yvette's mouth. Yvette licked he blood off Tricia's fingers and cupped her own breasts for the reciprocal pin treatment from Tricia. She did a crude and emphatic bump and grind routine with her hips, thrusting her pelvis out at the yelling slobs shoving at the front of the stage.
Tricia shoved two pins into Yvette's jugs, pressing them in under the nipples, up into the undercurve area of the breasts. Yvette threw her head back and ran her tongue over her lips while experiencing the deep pleasure of the pain.
Tricia shoved the pins home and then turned her ass to Yvette. Yvette thrust pins in and out, in and out of the soft buttocks. Tricia danced about, shrieking with the stinging hurt. Yvette thrust the pins into the soft bottom mounds, coating the globes after a few frantic minutes with small dots and bubbles of blood marking the places where they had deeply pierced the alabaster bottom.
Yvette then presented her own bottom for even harsher treatment. Her dance became a wild and uncontrolled cunt tease as she scurried about thrusting her bottom back repeatedly to embrace the stabbing of the pins. The pins that Tricia used were soon dripping scarlet from the repeated deep stabs into Yvette's bottom.
Thelma Anderson watching from the entrance flap that the performers used was impressed by the simple yet effective torture and the novel conception of having the girls willingly inflict the torment upon one another.
"Not a bad idea," she complimented Corbett. "I assume this is one of your little conceptions. Well, it certainly has merit. Use it regularly. It doesn't do much real damage and it's as satisfying as the whipping."
The two girls were now rubbing their bottoms together, pressing the pricked globes into each other, mashing the bloodied skins together. They reached around to grope blindly at hairy cunts and soft frontal thigh areas.
They turned face to face once more. They simultaneously thrust pins into each other's breasts slowly and impassively. Pin after pin was wedged into the two magnificent sets of shapely knockers. Their pain was more apparent now and proved impossible to conceal. Tricia wept freely and Yvette's face showed a grimace of pain mixed with the opposing emotion of the pleasure she experienced.
The leather corsets were torn off of their sweating and sweltering hides. Claws raked the smooth bellies and shapely backs. Yvette turned her back to the crowd so that they could clearly see Tricia ripping bloody lines up and down it with her sharp nails. It was indeed a savage and barbaric display.
"Rip her fucking boobs off," screamed a fat young punk with long sideburns and a battered motorcycle jacket with the sleeves cut away revealing his tattooed arms.
Yvette sucked the long bullet hard nipples into her mouth. She gnawed at them with her sharp front teeth, scissoring the fleshy pellets back and forth between her clamping sharp teeth. She explored the slopes and curves of the breasts, biting down hard, cutting her way into the tender white flesh until blood shot through the tears gouged by her teeth and washed into her mouth. Tricia reciprocated with a no less intense display of biting prowess. The audience went half hysterical in fits of blood lust as the crimson juice spurted over the white globes.
Yvette rolled Tricia over onto her belly and split wide the blood stained buttocks, plowing into the cleavage between them. She raked the nether globes with her long sharp red nails and crushed her mouth to the gap between biting the turned out areas along the inner walls of the ass. Tricia jerked and writhed about while Yvette spread the wild abandoned frenzy of her biting assault over the total area of Tricia's bottom. The ass was chewed and ravaged until it became a bite patterned mass of red stained flesh. Yvette bit at every part of Tricia she could reach. She ended the wild biting orgy by chewing her initials into Tricia's back running from armpit to armpit.
When the two went staggering out of the tent the crowd flared up once more. There were loud shrieking howls for cunt and ass, beer cans and bottles rained onto the stage.
Corbett was visibly shaken when he came cautiously out once more to quiet them down. He repeated his fears that they would bring the cops charging down to close the show. It had the previous effect of cooling them down once more. Corbett sweated it out and wondered if he could keep them in check. He had not seen a mob as ugly and as uncontrollable as this one for years. They seemed dissatisfied with the restrictions to a spectator's role, some of them wanted to get up there and grab their piece of one of the girls, get their thing in there. But if he could hold them down until the show was finished it would be all right.
It was time for Doris and Gladys. The sight of the immense fat woman exploded the menace hanging over the tent, laughter broke it up into fragments. Doris resented the hysterical endless waves of laughter that greeted her appearance, but even she was a bit shaken by this group of creeps. They looked like a joint meeting of the KKK and the Hell's Angels.
Doris seized her play doll by the scruff of the neck and the skin of her ass. She tugged Gladys up under one massive arm and spread the cheeks of the bottom wide with her other hand, thrusting the tail out to them to see. She shoved a thick finger into the puckered shrivel-mouthed hole in Gladys' bottom. She rammed the finger up the tight passage and twisted it about. She withdrew it and cautiously pressed it to her mouth, expressing her delight at the aroma and flavor with a comical rolling of her eyes. She delivered a prodigious clout over the span of the left cheek, shaking Gladys with the power of her arm as if she had smashed her butt with an oaken two-by-four. To a continuous roar goading her on she delivered a merciless fusillade of blows to both sides of the ass that turned the ivory flesh a gleaming hue of cherry red. Piercing screams were soon wrung out of the stoical girl by the fury unleashed on her ass.
Doris released her crushing grip and clasped Gladys' mouth to one king-sized milk gourd. She shoved the hard long nipple into Gladys' mouth and started to milk her hot white juice into her pet's mouth. She sent a spray jetting out over the front rows from her other udder, milking it with strong jerks and squeezes. One crew-cut creep in the front row grabbed hold of her gigantic calf and sank his teeth into its rich meat. Doris cursed and shook him loose. She seized a grip hold of Gladys' pulverized bottom and lifted the squalling girl off the floor by the handfuls of ass beef. Gladys gripped Doris' jugs and continued to alternatively bite and drink at the two swinging and bobbing piles of dough.
Yvette gripped her claws into Tricia's shoulder as they watched the exciting and bizarre act from out in the darkness beyond the flap of canvas that served as an entranceway.
"Oh you sweet and wonderful young bitch," she groaned into her ear, "I'm so hot and sexy right now that I'm ready to explode. Let's go off together into the darkness right there at that far edge of the clearing and do something, just the two of us."
Tricia had felt her attraction to the wild nympho growing over the run of the performances they were mated in. It pleased her to feel this pleasant and strange power over someone who wanted her so desperately. She knew that she could take the role of the aggressor with Yvette. She slapped Yvette stingingly across her flushed cheeks, sparking tears in the corners of her eyes.
"All right, Yvette, let's go make it together. Only, I want to call the plays in this little game. But you don't mind that, do you, baby?" She handed Yvette another not too tender slap on her soft cheeks.
Yvette's face twisted in an enigmatic grin. She gazed steadily into the savage strangeness that Tricia's face metamorphosized into as she assumed the unfamiliar power of the dominator.
"Everybody wants to beat on my soft ass. I suppose you also wish to rise up from your supine position licking every foot in this show and whack a few on somebody else's butt for a change. Well, why not if you can swing it. All right tough girl. Let's go off to the woods and you can show me how domineering you are."
Tricia smiled and hooked her arm through Yvette's. Her heart hammered at her breasts with the expectation of forcing her will upon Yvette.
Thelma Anderson leaned into Corbett's back, her thighs moving teasingly along the backs of his legs. She plastered her curves into his back and delved into the front of his pants with her hands.
"Looks as if our performers are heating up to their own routines. My little Tricia just took off with your favorite cocksucking machine, Yvette. See them, going along the wagon line across the clearing. They should be up to some mischief later on. I'm feeling a bit of the old fire myself tonight. I seem to want a man for a change. It has been a long time since we had a romp together, hasn't it. After the show we'll go to my wagon, and you can show me if your fucking is still up to its old-time standards."
Corbett felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. He remembered those damn sessions he had suffered through with Thelma. There is little to be said for fucking, he thought, when your back is resting upon a pan of gravel and short sharp pins have been peppered into the fleshy parts of the thighs. But Thelma was the big stick of the show and the major shares were in her hands. She called the tune to him just as he called it to the others. It was rough, but not unfair.
But his major problem right then was getting through the show without having the first riot in the history of the carnival. He had never seen such a bad and unruly batch of assholes in one collected bunch before. Curiosity provoked, he let his eyes and mind run over the freakheads watching Doris and Gladys. It was the first time he could remember that the pot smokers were a recognizable group in an audience. There seemed to be as many passing joints back and forth as sticking beer bottles into their mouth holes. If he lost control of them he could have a real handful of trouble.
Doris was no longer worried about this. She was grooving along with her special routine. She clamped Gladys' head to her pelvis buried under the great overhanging sweeping roll of her midsection. She held the girl upside down with her head wedged in between the enormous thighs and dipped her own head forward to chew and suck at the double holed runway between Gladys' legs. She slipped her long tongue into first the front and then the back passage and licked the connective crease between them. She sucked a mouthful of the puffy cunt lips into her rubber-lipped orifice and held them in there, her tongue swatting the clitoris. She felt Gladys beginning to erupt as she continued to suck at her with growing fury.
Gladys for her part was half crushed by the huge massive pillars pressing upon her pinioned skull. But she had been well trained by Doris to play with that massive body and she nevertheless managed to successfully concentrate upon sucking off Doris to the exclusion of feelings of discomfort and pain. As she filled her mouth with the thick, hot, and acrid discharge from Doris' cunt she experienced the ultimate ecstasy of a simultaneous eruption in her own cunt box.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Yvette and Tricia stalked off until they were off by themselves some ways into the woods surrounding the clearing grounds, almost out of sight of the lights from the big tent. It was a bit chilly and a noticeable trace of wind played upon their bare flesh. Tricia detected the grip of chill at the flesh she fondled with her eager hands.
"A bit cold out here baby. I'm cold too. But we'll soon remedy that."
She delivered a hefty two-handed salvo of cracks to Yvette's curvy backside. Yvette stood stock still and allowed Tricia to beat at will upon her bottom. Yvette even held her hips tightly with her hands to present a steadier target to her friend.
Tricia soon tired of beating at Yvette with her bare hands. She regretted that the two of them had come out there with nothing but their bare skin. She examined the branches of the trees about them until she found a suitable one, thin and supple. She broke it off and stripped it down. Yvette helped her pry off the small outgrowing branches. Soon Tricia had a springy birch branch whip that whistled as she cracked it quickly through the air.
She delivered a swift and stunning clout to one soft breast mound. The tit half jumped as the fang of the branch slashed into its outer slope. A thin crimson mark was left by it on the curvaceous melon. Yvette winced and clasped her hands to the injured breast which shot forth blood from the numerous pinholes that had been gouged into it during the performance. She received another blow on the same breast close to the first one. Tricia was more than satisfied by the reaction she evoked and continued the treatment on the companion breast. She caught this one with a forehand and backhand combination that slashed deep welts into the soft mammary growth. She continued to whip at the breasts as Yvette demonstrated a commendable power of self-control by throwing back her shoulders to offer a perfect target and dropping her hands to her sides so as not to interfere with the cruelty doled out to her.
Back in the big tent, Doris and Gladys were winding down. Doris had pinned the delicate girl under one weighty foot and lashed her trapped body with a broad and heavy leather strap five feet long. The strap sang viciously as it danced upon the reddening body of the girl who was reduced to miniature size by the hugeness of her torturer. Doris paid particular attention to Gladys' breasts, causing the vanilla complexioned mounds to heave and quake. She ripped the fragile body with the huge strap, coiling it over the writhing form. It left broad and ridged welts in its wake, great stripes that throbbed with incessant agony. Gladys had seldom experienced so awesome a beating from Doris in a performance and she was in extreme pain. Doris was driven beyond the perimeters of her usually self-imposed limits that were well within her pet's range of tolerance by the necessity of placating the angry mob. For that reason she bore down heavily, making the torso heave against the entrapment of her weight every time she flogged it with the gigantic leather strap. When she had rendered the front of Gladys' body a well flogged mass she flipped the girl over with a motion of her foot and started in on her back area. She sliced a heavy X into the back for a start, running the arms from mid-buttock to the curve of the shoulders. She moved and pinned her foot upon Gladys' shoulder. She then whipped the ass until Gladys passed out cold from the shock of the pain. Holding her victim aloft raised to arms length over her head Doris allowed them all a clear sight of the raised ridges that striped her body. She made her exit holding the limp form still raised overhead.
Corbet fondly belted Doris on the seat.
"Nice work. I think you took some of the sting out of those hornets. You gave them some of the blood they wanted to see."
Doris was not cheered by his words. She had whipped Gladys more severely than the girl was used to, and it pained her. Doris regretted that it had not been Olga Stavek whose ass she worked on out there. But Stavek was still flat on her back recovering from the beating that Doris had given her.
Corbett walked back on and noticed a bit of change in them. The menacing edge had been taken off, they would be satisfied with a few more acts and it would be all right. He regretted that Olga was not able to participate in the show. Her presence always went over big with the crowds. Her fellow performers had little personal regard for her but she had presence out there under the floodlights. When her green eyes blazed with demoniacal hatred as she lashed an ass to pieces every breath was bated and every tongue stilled. There were often moments of complete dead silence when Olga cracked her whip over some unfortunate's hide.
Corbett announced Henderson and Rose for the next performance. Henderson was glad to benefit from the doubling up and Rose preferred him to Olga anyway. Henderson came out dragging the beautiful girl by her hair. This piece of caveman barbarism drew a loud ovation from the greaser red-neck mob. Watching from outside Corbett felt completely reassured. He could even look forward to his hours of humiliation under the hands of Thelma Anderson; who rubbed her thighs along the backs of his legs as she also watched; with a certain numb calm.
Tricia was anything but calm as she whipped away at Yvette who rolled about on the ground in a wild fit of torture frenzy. Yvette foamed at the corners of her mouth and her arms and legs flapped about and jerked as if she were experiencing an epileptic seizure. Tricia pitilessly dealt out blows to Yvette's hairy v-shaped mound every time she could sight in the elusive target. She rained the stinging branch whip down at random on all reachable parts of Yvette's voluptuous body. Yvette rolled over and over, catching the whip on her ass, then across her shapely breasts. Her body was soon splotched and striped by the innumerable cuts she received from the improvised whip. Tricia walked on her quivering flesh. She ground her feet into the soft pit of the belly and flattened out the rubbery breast mounds. Her feet rose and fell on the resilient curves and rounded contours. She made her victim scream and shout. She began to dance a savage foot slamming jig upon the writhing squiggly sweaty flesh underfoot.
As the two nymphos conducted their little affair out in the woods beyond the carnival grounds the wild show drew to its conclusion in the big tent. Henderson fucked Rose up her ass, the ass he had smashed to a lacerated pulp with a heavy paddle into which sharp metal spikes had been embedded. The soft bouncy bottom smeared the area of his loins with blood as he pumped and drove up into the tender warm rear tunnel. His long and thick shaft was ridged with purplish veins and the head distended to full capacity as he drove the tool up her ass sheath. He penetrated inch by ploughing inch, clasping her rebelling body in a bearish grip, grinding deep into her. The pain saturated nerve ends located in her buttocks screamed protest through her body, waves of agony flooded through her with every merciless thrust. Wild ripping salvos of animal sound thundered through her head from the wolf pack, clawing hands clutched her legs and pulled at her ankles. Henderson pulled her back a few feet and then clutched her tighter to his overdeveloped torso and hammered his cannon up her shit hole. She could feel the tunnel exploding out as he enlarged her elastic shit hole and drove his cannon in and out, in and out, holding her in a mighty grip. His teeth worked together, grinding in rhythm with his frenzied movement, and the muscles pressed to her back knotted up from the frenzy of his desires. Then he began to shoot, long great spurts shooting up her asshole. She whimpered and salivated from the corners of her mouth, her insides melted to jelly as he shot his heavy load into her. When his depleted cock shrivelled and dropped out of her she was almost in shock from the ass rape, and he had to hold her erect while he displayed her broken up and broken into bottom to the audience. He mopped up a great swath of blood across the breadth of one buttock and licked the scarlet jam from his hand. He managed to invoke some reactions of sickness from even that hardened collection of subhumans.
Thelma Anderson clawed Corbett's neck as the display heated up her own engine.
"Watching that gives me a few ideas of my own, old boy," she threatened. She plucked a few hairs out of his long sideburns.
Corbett flinched but restrained his desire to retreat. He had to take it from her, she was the big gun. Anyway, he was relieved that the night's performance had ended. He would be damn glad to see these creeps take off. If they were a sign of changing times then his type of operation was probably on the way out. Carnivals were dying out all across the country as the rural culture fell apart. It was a setup for rubes, and even the very word had gone out of style. This new breed couldn't be controlled, bikers and hash freaks all wanting a piece of the goods instead of merely the looking rights.
Thelma firmly gripped Corbett by the ear and twisted. "Come to my wagon as soon as this lot is dispersed. Clear them out, bed down our little band of American beauties, and get your ass over to the trailer. I'll be waiting for you with not so bated breath, so move your ass."
When Corbett finished his duties as the ringmaster of the sex and whipping carnival he resignedly moved his ass over to his trailer which had been handed over to Thelma for the duration of her stay. She awaited him stark eye popping naked, her long thighs rubbing together with anticipation. She licked her lips and looked him up and down as if he were a rare dish she was eager to sink her teeth into. He shuddered, remembering that look so well from the not too distant past. He cursed her renewed interest in him. Too bad she had not kept her attentions concentrated on that bitch Tricia. Tricia, that dumbass cunt was out there somewhere in the darkness playing games with Yvette. She had developed quickly into a rampant nympho rivaling the whacked-out freakies that she had so feared and despised when first she had come into his hands only a few weeks ago. Now she was out there on her own in the dark with Yvette and he had no fear that the slut would even think of taking off. A fast case of domestication, or rather training.
Thelma Anderson snapped him out of his reverie. She extended a long finely boned foot to him. The nails were gleaming red with polish. She beckoned with her finger and he bent over slavishly to heap his adoration upon her foot. He sucked the big toe into his mouth and gripped it with his lips, running the bottom of his tongue along the toe. He sucked more of her foot into his gaping mouth and worked the tip back and forth, freely gum gnawing it and churning his saliva onto it. Thelma withdrew the foot as she felt the first stirrings of warmth between her legs.
She rubbed her fingers along the rubbery lips showing through her curly hair bush and touched them to his lips. He tongued her fingers, licking at the faint lingerance of her scent. She reached out for the zipper of his fly and slowly drew it open. Despite his fear of her, his cock was rising up in response to her. She gripped it hard, clamping the foreskin between her fingertips, stroking the sensitive head with the edges of her sharp nails. She manipulated it hard and ran her hand up and down the length of it as it grew to its full expansion. She flicked her nails against his full and heavy balls. She gestured for him to strip off. He hastily tore off his clothes, dreading her impatience.
"Get across my lap, little boy," she sneered. Her face was harsh and unyielding, her lust malicious rather than erotic.
He crawled miserably across her lap. Her skin shuddered as his presence sent a tingle rushing through her. She wanted his cock up her lush cunt but first she wanted some of his arrogant hide. She raked her nails along the length of his ass. She etched red blood lines into his flesh, running her hands back and forth along the tracks, broadening them and deepening the trenches. She began to beat pain into the solid and resilient slabs, so unlike the soft and mushy expanse of a girl's behind. She pounded the flesh with her fists until she could plainly detect the shock of the pain glancing through his body. She slapped him on the back, slapping the muscular flesh until the reddening set in and did not fade when her hands ceased their work. She seized a strap and wielded it with a rare fury, slicing his tender tail until the welts began to ooze blood through the lacerated skin. She imagined how his ass would feel during the next few days. He would share something in common with the girls of the show.
She roughly cast Corbet off her lap. He thudded when he hit the floor. She laughed gaily at his clumsy fall.
"You're losing your agility, lover. Getting old. I'll have to be careful. I didn't realize how fragile you were becoming."
Corbett winced with the sting of humiliation. She really had the knack for grinding his nose into it. He hated her intensely at that moment and wished that just once it was her ass on the receiving end in front of all those dribbling shitheads one night. A futile wish, he realized.
Thelma brought out a large oversized vibrator covered with a rubber dong cover. The dong was even ridged with veins as if it were a real cock. She smiled as his eyes went wide with fear. He really was a sorry sight, cowering and craven at her feet. Too bad his girls couldn't see him now, the great after-show ass and cunt breaker.
Thelma pressed the tip of the dildo to his lips.
"Kiss it."
He obeyed, feeling sick to the stomach. She kept him kissing it for a few minutes then motioned for him to turn around. She pressed the flat of her palm over the surface of his bloodied and heated ass when he presented it to her. She was pleased by the apparent pain the touch provoked in him.
"Spread those cheeks wide and hold them apart."
He took up the demanded position and braced himself for the insertion. He felt the bite of the head pressing at the tight closed ring of his asshole. It pushed through the closed neck of the passageway, spreading a surge of agony along the length of his anus. Then the hellish thing was inside him and thrusting deeper, pitilessly, inch by inch. The friction burned him, there was no lubricant to ease the pain of the insertion. He managed to hold on and keep from buckling under the strain. He knew the penalty would be severe if he failed to withstand the punishment. Finally when his whole form had been reduced to a quaking wreck and beads of moisture covered his sweaty body he felt the tearing pressure ease off and knew that it had penetrated all the way into him.
Thelma pressed her foot to the small of his back and ground him down pitilessly. She rammed strong hurting pressure into his wearied body. Bending over she switched on the vibrator wedged up his anus. He sobbed and wracking spasms shook him.
"Well, now that we have your asshole well set up you can attend to me, dummy. And you had better make a first rate job of it if you know what's good for you."' She callously rolled him over onto his back and straddled him, her spike heels gouging her marks into his chest. She squatted down and clutched his organ in both hands. She worked it back and forth from hand to hand and then commenced to rub it, vibrating and heating it with friction the way a stick is worked upon to start a fire through heat friction with another stick. She pumped an erection into his protesting body and bore down upon him, burying his tool inside her hungry cunt. As she fucked him the vibrator pounded away inside the raw inflamed asshole and his body throbbed with the hurts indicated by the many wounds and weals that covered his flesh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were half a dozen of them, nondescript and motley but marked as a unity by the similar insignias that blazoned their leather jackets or denim vests. They were motorcycle outlaws from the audience that had attended the show and they had lurked around the carnival grounds eager to get their hands on one of the nympho pieces that had heated their rocks so wildly with the whippings and fuckings they had performed.
Now they had Yvette and Tricia cornered, trapped. They had crept about avoiding the roustabouts keeping a precautionary watch and they had come upon the girls locked together in a sixty-nine embrace, sucking each other bone dry. They had been drawn by the sounds before they had come upon the girls a distance off from the show's clearing, barely close enough to benefit from the lighting of the carnival.
Tricia and Yvette clutched one another in dread, Yvette's eyes nevertheless betraying the desire that also tugged at her, the wild urge to be raped and tortured. She knew that the myriad scratches, bites, and welts that Tricia had planted on her flesh were visible even in that poor light and the hungry savage eyes of the six goons confronting them clearly revealed their intent to increase the extent of her injuries.
They stood for a long frozen interval regarding one another. Tricia looked about, thinking of escape or rescue. She would not get half a dozen steps in any direction and she knew what could happen to them before screams could summon aid.
One of them seemed to read her mind. He had huge meaty arms crowded with tattoos and a bullet head, close cropped and rendered sinister by the scar across his forehead from ear to ear. A gold earring dangled from one lobe and his hairy chest pelt bunched out through the armless denim vest he wore. He put his fingers to his lips.
"One sound out of either of you, one word and I'll kick your fucking heads in before anyone can find you." He picked up a rock and brandished it.
A thin boy with shoulder length hair and an acne-pitted face tugged open his pants. His cock shot out straight and hard.
"Get your asses over here, you bitches," he demanded. "Walk quietly over to us and don't make any trouble."
There was no chance for escape. The two girls walked across the few yards of space with quaking nervous steps on shaky legs. A smelly fat man with massive unkempt greasy piles of hair merging into an immense beard drew Tricia close and swabbed her face with his sticky tongue. His foul breath sent its gas up her nostrils, the reek sickening her even more than the touch of his body upon hers, the rubbing of the dirty masses of hair all over her face and throat. He seized hold of her ass cheeks and pumped them in his hands.
Another biker stepped up behind Tricia and shoved two fingers up her ass. She felt his bony finger joints shoving along the inner skin of her asshole. Her belly went sour with distaste.
Yvette was pulled into a sweaty embrace by the cyclist who had first spoken. He cupped her ass slabs and ground her cunt along his leather pants front. He felt her tits harden as he mauled her beautiful curves and the tongue she eagerly shoved into his mouth was wet with saliva. She swirled gobs of mouth juice into his mouth ignoring the stench from his unclean mouth and poor teeth. As she ground her hips into him working him into an erection, other pairs of hands reached from behind to grope her ass and legs. A hand was thrust between her thighs and fingers shoved through her hairy bush into her moist cunt tunnel.
"This bitch is really turned on. She wants a good gang fuck," crowed one of the goons working behind her. He pinched a bit of lacerated and bloody skin and then cruelly tore at a bit of broken skin dangling from the end of a welt. Yvette moaned softly and rubbed her cheeks along the sweaty grating stubble on the bullet head that savagely tore at her face biting and gnawing. Bullet Head moved down her body, biting her tits and shoulders. He spun her around and was astonished by the way she gave him a massage along the front of his pants with her wild unruly ass. His cock rose up hard and the head thrust through his half open fly. The others pulled and squeezed Yvette's tits. They groped and fingerfucked her, instantly causing her to thickly discharge her cunt cream. She was wracked by a series of firecracker multiple orgasms and climaxed with throaty moans and cries as they pulled the lip flaps of her cunt hole apart and thrust all of the hand they could fit up into her.
One biker thrust a dirty handkerchief into Tricia's mouth and wedged it in, almost breaking her wrist when she attempted to dislodge it. He quickly accomplished the same act with Yvette.
"There. Now there's no problem about noise from these two whores. Shit, I want more than just a fuck. I want to rip some ass."
He yanked his garrison belt off with one tug and lashed Yvette over her badly mauled knockers. The tits were slammed sideways by the shock of the power behind the blow. Yvette was torn clear of the grips holding her. She fell on her back, screaming into her gag and clawing at her hurting boobs. Her face was sick with pain and saliva welled up at the corners of her mouth spilling down her chin. She rolled over and over still clutching at her hurting mammaries. The animal gave her another massive belt across the span of her back, almost snapping her spine. One of his companions caught hold of his arm.
"You'll break them in half that way, you crazy son of a bitch. Lay off, Cracker. We'll fuck them first and then whip them. And we won't use your fucking garry belt either."
The girls were held down by strong hands, legs spread wide. The filthy motorcycle trash took their turns on the soft bodies. They fucked with animalistic brutality, plowing away with all of their weight, trying to mash the soft forms into the ground. Tricia had the heaviest of them mounting her first. She screamed incessantly into her gag. He twisted her tits almost to the rupturing point with his bearish hands, great steam shovel paws that gripped the jugs and almost twisted them into knots. He clamped bits of her flesh between his incisors and sawed the mouthfuls of alabaster flesh back and forth between his lower and upper teeth. He kept bucking up clear out of her before his massive trunk and loins slammed back down to ram his long fat prick home into her pain speared sheath. She was similar to a pinned butterfly. There was no recourse save to try to move with his lunges and minimize her ordeal as much as possible by cooperating with the bastards.
They gave no shit whether the girls were cooperative or not. They intended to break their asses when they had finished. The first assailants arose from their ravaged prizes, Yvette coming in a state of sexual delirium and Tricia almost raving mad from the brutal onslaught of her overstuffed rapist.
Backs were slapped and arms pumped.
"Nice work, Joint."
"You really fucked that whore good, Dave. The little mama is creaming her hole empty. Better fuck than your old lady."
The second pair of cunt breakers sank their cocks into the moist holes. They had the additional thrill of sticking their ends into wet meat. The tall thin kid with the pockmarked face was Tricia's assailant. His thing was not the massive cannon that his predecessor had blasted her with but it was a hole ripper the way he used it. He shoved into her fast and hard, in and out, slamming away with all the motor force of his churning loins. He sucked the long nipple buds into his mouth, gnawing them with his front teeth. He tasted her blood through the bite torn nipples as he gradually ripped them a bit with his continuous chewing. He sucked the red liquid out of her tit tips, thinking it a rare feast of milk from a witch's tit. He spat a mouthful over Tricia's contorted face.
"Sock it to her man."
"Grind her up."
"Go baby, go."
Yvette was not having as pleasant a time as with her first fuck. The second one had a small cock but he made up for size with energy. He buried his thigh in her and then did a kind of rolling catatonic spasm on her with his full weight bearing down that almost cracked her ribs. And as he eased off he accepted a cigar from one of the others and began to scorch her tits with it. He gouged the end of the burning cigar into her nipples, grinding the heated stogie into the tender tips. He left blackened spots of seared flesh on both nipples and he mauled the tortured nipples between his fingertips, gripping the burned spots and sawing them back and forth between his fingers.
Tricia's attacker appreciated the sport he was having with the lighted cigar and asked one of the two holding Tricia's legs spread wide to light him a cigarette. When it was pressed between his lips he puffed it until the end burned a bright red and then leaned forward, bobbing his head down to trail the burning tip along Tricia's breast. It left a blackened seared track as the burning ash crumpled and burned almost out. He puffed it hot again and then bobbed down to lance the tip into the threshing agony torn girl's cleavage.
"Fry that bitch, motherfucker."
"Hurry up baby, my pecker's ready to shoot through my pants."
The cocks pumped away. Tricia's assailant finished first, filling her with his slimy load of sperm and then standing up, swaggering about on legs a trifle unsteady. He clapped his hand to his bicep and made a fucking gesture with his forearm. He nudged the anguished girl in the short ribs and stomped on her belly.
"Lay off man," growled the third member of the daisy chain, peeling off his Levi's. "I got last crack at this piece and I want enough left to make it worthwhile."
He crawled between her wide spread legs. He clutched handfuls of her rich white thigh matter and clawed with his rough nails. He chuckled as he carefully .inserted his cock into her and then lunged forward with a brutal movement that almost moved her cunt within the binding of her flesh. As he went into high gear the third man with a crack at Yvette got his shot at her. He shoved his thing into Yvette without ceremony and fucked away like a wildman.
Loud sounds of fucking and mayhem were detected by Doris sitting in front of her trailer playing with her Gladys. Gladys had her head half buried in the folds of Doris' belly, licking great patches of sweat off of her body, a pastime favored by the fat woman.
She stepped inside her trailer and deposited Gladys with instructions not to go out and to await her return. Doris then quietly and unobtrusively rounded up several of the roustabouts and carny people including Henderson and Bruno, the dwarf who was a ferocious sight with a steel bat clutched in each hand. Rose knocked at Thelma's door. After a hurried scramble into clothes the door was opened to her and she informed Corbett and Thelma of the suspicious sounds emanating from the area of the woods where Yvette and Tricia had gone, sounds not attributable to the two of them. Corbett was alarmed, realizing almost instantly what the trouble probably was, creeps from the evening's performance who had loitered around and caught the two girls. But at least his aching body was temporarily free of Thelma.
"Move around and approach them from the opposite direction," Thelma suggested. She was alarmed at the thought of what was happening to her pet, Tricia.
"I know how to handle something like this," Corbett asserted.
He rubbed his aching back, realizing that he was in no shape to get involved in a brawl.
He slipped out to the cluster of figures lurking in the shadows where they could not be spotted if the unknown menace in the darkness had a lookout.
"All right," he ordered. "Henderson will take half of the force around from the right side and Dougherty will take his rousties around from the left. I'm gonna give you five minutes to get into position. If they spot you coming and make a run for it take off after them. If not, everybody charge in when I throw on the main spotlight from the big tent. I'm gonna set up the battery and light up that whole patch of woods."
As he went off to set up the lights he hoped that Doris had blundered. There was no telling what was out there. But carny people were toughassed and his deviate crew was positively ferocious. If they did run into trouble there would be a lot of busted heads on the other side.
The cycle crazies fucking the living the living shit out of their captives had no idea of the slaughter heading their way. The small sounds of the force groping for them from two sides in the darkness went unnoticed. They had no warning whatsoever until suddenly a battery of searchlights lit up the night and came sweeping through the thin fringe of woods that separated them from the carnival grounds, probing for them.
Pure mayhem was unleashed. A screaming pack of carny people came smashing at them from two sides. They tried to take off, but the small clearing was overrun in a matter of seconds, and in the confusion they had no idea of which way to turn. They went into panic and fought back desperately. A charging roustabout caught a thrown rock in the head. He went down screaming with one side of his face torn up.
Henderson smashed into the biggest of them, crashing heavy fists into his beer fat guts, smashing deep into the fat rolls of his midsection with weight trained muscle. The powerful bike outlaw blasted back with a few hard hook shots that rocked Henderson's skull, then he went down with the muscleman on top of him smashing away at his head, cracking open his face until it was a torn up and blood covered mass of pulp.
The dwarf caught a running figure across both knees with his steel bats. The cycle freak went down screaming, his knees broken. The sadistic dwarf stomped triumphantly on his maimed victim, beating him with the clubs as well. The other four were smashed and battered by the superior numbers of the carny people. They had no chance, they went down with smashed in faces, spilling teeth and blood. Ribs were cracked, skulls busted open. Fat Doris waddled into the massacre late, but she yanked a battered body out from under its attackers and pitched into it, bouncing the limp figure around as if it were a doll. She sat on the bloody head, smearing her fat ass on the bleeding face, wedging it between her massive rolling cheeks.
Several minutes later the non-participants massed at the edge of the clearing were rejoined by the victorious mob bearing the shocked bodies of the raped nymphos and the half maimed carcasses of the bike freaks.
Corbett surveyed the six almost deceased forms. The least critically injured of them looked as if he had a few bones broken and his face was an unrecognizable scarlet coated swollen mass. The worst of them looked ready for a career as a basket case. But he had no pity for the bastards, his only concern for the extent of their injuries focused on the possible trouble it would bring. He decided that a call to the paid off legal authorities from the next stop would be sufficient. The bums were part of a two-bit local cycle trash outfit, they were almost the total membership. Just some local creeps trying to emulate some Hell's Angels movie, real second rate imitation assholes. Not worth sweating about. No fuss, no bother. But as a precaution they would take off that very night.
He issued the necessary orders. The casualties were left where they had been beaten in the wooded clearing. By morning one of them would be able to stagger off for help. Maybe not. It didn't matter shit. Corbett sent some of the boys out to find the cycles. They found them and smashed them up. That would leave the fucks something else to remember. Corbett felt easier in his mind. Smashing up human garbage like those six motherfuckers was not the type of exploit that got anyone into trouble. The creeps would not go running to the cops and they lacked the guts and the brains to ever cause trouble again, those that were stitched back together sufficiently.
CHAPTER NINE
Tricia and Yvette rapidly healed from their ordeal. The show was in a bad strait for a time with its unexpected shorthandedness. Olga Stavek was the first back in action. She glowered at the others from hateful eyes, but dared not try anything. She caught the smirks cast at her when her back was turned but she was in no position to do anything about it. The look on Doris' face bespoke no reticence to repeat the demolition job on Olga at the slightest provocation. Stavek went into moods of black despondent depression over her frustration and inability to exact her revenge. She vowed that somehow she would have the ass of that fat freak and pay back the rest of the carnival as well. Above all she was enraged by the loss of her slave, Tricia. She hardly expected to have her little piece returned into her hands when Thelma departed. Corbett would probably take her in since the slut was turning out a wild piece like Yvette and Rose.
Thelma Anderson was amused by the put out expression stamped on Olga's stupid ass face. The bitch had been put down for good, her ass would remain where it belonged. Thelma had no intention of returning Tricia to Stavek when she left.
"You won't let that dirty bitch have me again, will you?" Tricia asked her with begging eyes. She was a pathetic sight bandaged up and flat on her back. But in a way she was even more desirable and enticing that way and Thelma ran greedy hands up and down her soft curvaceous body. She let her fingers stray to a bandage across her right tit and she maliciously played at the ends of the bandage, pulling them up. She twisted Tricia's face into a wince of agony with her playing at the gauze.
"No," she assured her, "I'm not turning you over to her again. I have the final way here. You'll get your ass broken by her during performances but you won't be her exclusive personal target even then. She was getting too arrogant, thought she was essential and irreplaceable. Nobody is indispensable to this show except maybe Corbett."
Tricia smiled. She ran her hand down her smooth thigh and then ran the palm along her pubic thatch. She invited Thelma with her eyes to enjoy herself. Thelma grinned and reached out to stroke the thighs and cunt. She pinched the clitoris button, rewarded by the expression of pain it caused. She felt the excitement mounting in her flesh as she contemplated the rich body with its myriad whip marks half faded away and the numerous cruel bruises and wounds of the gang rape covered by the bandages.
"Let's see how those injuries are coming along. They should be pretty nearly completely healed by now."
The hands reached out and tore bandages off of the threshing body. Tricia buried her face in her pillow to drown the screams torn out of her mouth. She felt sharp intense pain as if her skin was being flayed from her body inch by inch.
Thelma regarded the exposed wounds. Most of them were well healed. The welts and abrasions were fading quite rapidly, the burn marks were less apparent under the ointments that had been generously applied. There was a stench of medicine, sweat, and aging bandage.
"What you need, my little baby, is a good bath. A nice wash will do a world of good for you. You'll feel refreshed and it will help clean up those hurts. I'll rebandage you myself when I've finished."
Tricia knew that Thelma wanted a taste of her ass but it was all right. She could use a cleaning. Thelma helped her to her feet and walked her over to the sofa. The trailer had a large bathtub, a luxury for a trailer of that size. Corbett enjoyed the little extras. Tricia thought to herself that he must be missing it while his boss was taking over his quarters.
While Tricia was being tended to by Thelma, Yvette was undergoing a special medical examination by Corbett. He was amazed by her resilience and stamina. The ordeal had merely whetted her nymphomaniacal instincts and she was fucking with a wild abandon despite her incapacitation. She knelt at Corbett's feet running her mouth over his legs. She sucked hairs into her mouth and locked them between her teeth, pulling at them with a stinging mischievousness. She worked her way up his legs, taking long swabbing licks with her tongue. Corbett watched his cock erect and stiffen under the action of her well versed mouth. Since she had been laid up for the past few days she had sucked and fucked with Henderson, Gladys, Rose, Doris, Bruno, and several roustabouts and crew men. She really was insatiable, the reason she remained his favorite.
"Higher, doll, get your mouth up there."
Her tongue washed his balls. She swept the tip and the edges of her moist tongue along his hairy nuts, covering them with a thin coating of her saliva. He appreciated her skill and fervor. Her mouth lunged upwards and engulfed his cock. Her head bobbed back and forth, her mouth drawing at it with a strong powerful suction that felt as if his balls were being drained out. She mouthed it in and out rapidly, teasing it with her teeth and tongue. Corbett let his eyes run over the prodigious collection of marks adorning her body, trophies of her rape and torture. He reached down to run his hands along the curve of the nape of her neck as her head bent forward while she sucked at him. The sight of her wounds enflamed him, he dug his nails into the welts and bruises on her back, feeling the almost involuntary recoiling shudder run through her as the fresh blasts of pain were inflicted. He imagined how she must have looked as the cycle hoods fucked her, holding her down. The remembrance of their own smashed up devastated bodies came to his mind and excited him further. It was better than any performance and he ran the catalogue of their massive injuries through his mind. They had gotten what they had been looking for, the stupid ass punks.
Yvette felt the cock stiffening in the final hardening before its emptying began. She bore down, taking into her mouth all of the hot heavy cock meat that she could handle. His cruel nails raked her welted and bruised back, he pressed the side of her head, forcing her to retain the cock in her mouth, lunging it deeper into her throat, almost strangling her. The white acrid fluid came pumping thickly out and hammered into the roof of her mouth. She swallowed some of it down chokingly, trying to hold the remainder within her mouth. When the last spurts had spasmed out and the shriveling organ plopped limply out of her mouth she gargled the remainder of the fluid around in her mouth, slowly swallowing it down. A trickle of the come leaked from the corner of her mouth. Corbett grimaced at the sight, sometimes she could be incredibly crude and animalistic. But in a way it was what he found most attractive in her.
"Get up, bitch."
She staggered erect, a bit stiffly. She swayed slightly and he thought that those creeps had almost fucked her cunt around to the back of her ass. He caressed her injured flesh, clawing and pinching the welts and bruises. Her eyes closed and the lids wrinkled in the intensity of her agony. He poked at her inflamed cunt and ground the burned nipples between his strong fingers.
"Feed me a nipple."
She bent forward and popped a tender bud tip between his teeth. He sawed at it, tasting the texture of the bud mark with his tongue. He filled his mouth with the nipple and surrounding milky whiteness, and bit it savagely. He probed into her front and back with his fingers. Her face began to reflect her rising intoxication with the agony. He laughed and slapped her hard, thinking of his own ordeal at the hands of Thelma Anderson. It felt good to inflict suffering upon a girl.
Thelma was enjoying the pleasures of cruelty as well, giving a bath to Tricia. The girl sputtered and spat out the soap suds that had been stuffed into her mouth. Thelma ran the washrag across her eyes. Tricia screamed and Thelma laughed again shoving her face under the water. She held it down until the girl struggled and threshed, then let her break surface and gulp in lungfuls of air.
"Don't kick like that, you fool. You're getting the floor wet."
She slapped the girl as penalty for the offense. She pressed her face to Tricia's and kissed her everywhere, the mouth, cheeks, ears, nose, eyes. She licked and kissed the healing marks upon her curvy whiteness and bit the hardening tit pellet tips, sucking the nipples into her mouth and soothing them with the skilled play of her tongue and lips.
"I can be nice when I want to be, isn't that so, precious?"
Olga Stavek angrily watched the action going on from her vantage point outside the trailer huddled in the darkness watching through an unshaded window. She cursed vehemently, knowing that she would not get her tender piece of fluff back. She could kill every fucking member of the troupe right then with an unbelievable intensity of enjoyment. She cursed the fat woman, that rotten pig who had started it all.
As she stalked back to her trailer she encountered Rose, who was feeling the pangs of sex hunger so that even Olga appealed to her right then despite the green-eyed bitch's reputation for excessive cruelty.
Olga eyed her up and down. She reached out a gloved hand and cupped Rose's chin.
"How about coming over to my place, beauty? I have a bottle of first rate 40 year old brandy. I also have a full stash of Acapulco Gold."
Rose's eyes lighted up at the mention of the latter delight. "Yeah, let's do it. I can stand a little action."
Soon they were in the trailer enjoying a shared joint. Olga caressed Rose as she stripped her down. When she had finished and the girl knelt at her feet Olga extinguished the butt of the joint upon her bare breast, searing her not too seriously but enough to produce an endearing look of anguish upon her face.
"Good shit," Rose commented as she rubbed her hurt.
"Top rate, the best shit going here," Olga boasted. "I'll give you a roll to pass the dead hours with when you go. Right now I want to see you make my boots shine with that soft tongue of yours."
Rose set to polishing the white leather thigh high boots. She pressed her open mouth to the leather letting the full sweep of her lips play upon the gleaming and untarnished white soft leather. She swept her tongue completely over the section covered by her open mouth and then progressed to a new spot. As she worked, Stavek began to do her thing with the whip. She used a long thin whip with two short tongues branching from the end. She played it about Rose's back, whipping almost desultorily, languidly. She cracked it over the prominent shoulder blades and along the length of the spinal column, stinging but not welting the skin. Then she went for the well streaked richer whiteness of the ass. She increased the stinging intensity of her efforts and crimson streaks marked the bite of the two fangs of the whip. She curled and coiled the whip over the buttock curves, occasionally slicing the whip between the spread of her squatting thighs to dance along the insides of her thighs and the underside of her crotch. She began to work for the belly and the breasts, stepping back to whip those areas. She felt the peak of excitement approaching as she cut welts into the torso of her victim. Rose cowered and protected her boobs with her hands. Olga slapped her arms down. "Stand up and cup them out for me."
Rose stood up a trifle unsteadily. Her body was streaked with superficial welts coating the skin thoroughly with a criss-crossing patchwork chaos of welts. Even as Olga whipped the tips of the breasts offered to her some of them were fading away. Olga did not want to mark up the girl badly, she would be in the shit again if Rose was too badly scarred up at the evening's performance considering what had happened to Tricia and Yvette.
As the two women played the game of mistress and slave two others played a similar game with the special variations and customs evolved during a long term relationship. Fat Doris bounced Gladys upon her knee. She took pleasure in the power of her body that could handle Doris' hundred pounds plus of weight as if Doris were handling a child. Gladys had a sore throbbing bottom spanked to a crimson hued mass of pained pulp. She winced every-time she hit Doris' lap and tears trailed from the corners of her eyes. Doris hardly noticed the discomfort of her girl as her mind was preoccupied with other things.
Her friend Bruno the dwarf was standing by watching the two at play. He had things to think about, he had been requested to participate in that evening's shorthanded sex show.
"What am I going to do," He asked Doris. "I've never been in one of these things before. I don't know how to handle a whip or anything. I wouldn't know what to do."
"Don't worry about it," she assured him. "You'll be on with us. You don't have to do very much. Just play around with us while I do the work on Gladys. Just run around looking like a dirty little man and biting pieces of my hide. Make faces at the pig gallery like you intend to tear a strip off of me. Suck Gladys' box a little, play with her ass and boobs. Nothing to it, just entertain the creeps."
The dwarf shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe it won't be so bad. But I still don't like the idea of being in one of these things."
"Shit," Doris muttered, "who the hell does? Think of the money you'll be getting, that extra folding green. Besides what the hell difference does it make. We're freaks anyway to those people out there. Whatever they watch us at, we're freaks to them. Might as well make a few dollars at it."
He nodded, acknowledging the soundness of her arguments.
"Here, have a piece of her right now," Doris offered.
The dwarf was more than pleased with this development. He placed his mouth to the tangy cunt fruit, nuzzling the rich growth of hair. He explored the puffy pussy lips and searched for the clit button. He found it and clenched it between his teeth. He gnawed it and tentatively reached out with his tongue to lick and probe the tunnel entrance.
Doris set Gladys on her feet and seized her ass cheeks. She rubbed the two halves together while Bruno sucked at the cunt with a growing skill and confidence. He pinched the thigh whiteness with his stubby fingers and rubbed his face into the pit of Gladys' belly.
Doris pulled her slave girl down across the triple reinforced bed that the mammoth woman was forced to use. She thrust the tits around Bruno's head, burying his elongated dwarfs skull between the delectable mounds. Bruno reached up for Doris and grabbed the tip of one of her huge knockers, pulling it out and then letting it snap back. A few drops of milk squirted out of the oversized watermelon boob.
"You've never had a taste of mother's milk, have you Bruno?"
Bruno grinned at the thought and stood up on the bed to better reach the huge breast offered to him. Gladys plugged her mouth over the twin to it. They sucked full mouthfuls of the rich warm beverage from the fat woman's tits.
"Milk from a witch's tits," Bruno yelped.
"It sure is. But that's enough. I need some for the show tonight. I'll give you some more then."
Bruno shoved his head under the mammoth hanging tits and shoved his skull between them, into the great cleavage. He wrapped them around his ears and bit along the inner curves.
"It's getting late," Gladys reminded them." Pretty soon we'll be starting the regular shows."
Within an hour the grounds set up the previous day were thronging with spectators. Families and groups, the entire countryside from a long distance around. The carnival was due to stay in that spot for three days. The special after midnight exhibitions would be put on for two nights. A large capacity crowd was expected each night The performers went through their routines of the daytime. Henderson did a muscleman act, Doris and Bruno squatted impassively in the sideshow giving the ancient freak show. Corbett put on the main show in the big tent. Thelma Anderson oversaw the works and waited impatiently for evening.
The local representative of a sheriff and a judge who had taken payoffs for eight years came by for an envelope stuffed with bills which Corbett passed to him. Corbett grumbled over the greed of the small town shitasses. They were one expense he would have gladly done without if he could have.
Thelma Anderson ran over the day's proceeds with him late that night. She clawed his shoulders and stuck the tip of her tongue tantalizingly into his ear.
"A good crowd tonight, probably. I've spotted a lot of familiar faces out there. Should have a full house."
Thelma nodded. She held out a cigarette to him. He hesitated a second, then lit it for her. She smoked it blowing the exhaled smoke into his face. She allowed her ash to accidentally drop on the nape of his neck.
"We were interrupted a few nights ago. Do you recall that," she asked.
He nodded, anticipating what was coming, and dreading it.
"I think we should get together again tonight after the big show."
"What about Tricia. Won't she be in your trailer."
"Yeah, she will be. But it gives me an idea. Nothing wrong with a third participant. That would be something new in our little games. Should add quite a bit of spice to the fun. Of course, you don't like the idea of having that little doll watch you getting your ass ripped. Well that's tough, but it appeals to me. So we'll make it a foursome tonight."
She kissed him on the small red mark she had left when she dropped her ash on him. She felt his discomfort grow as she clawed and pinched at his body. She ripped open his shirt, tearing the buttons off. She bit his nipples and picked at his chest hairs with her sharp incisors.
Corbett tried to ignore her while he totaled up his figures. He knew that it was part of the game she was playing for him to continue as if her presence was unnoticed.
A gleam suddenly flashed in Thelma's dark eyes. She fetched a newspaper and turned to an item on the third page.
"Look at this. Those six cycle bums were found. Police think it was part of a fight between two rival gangs although the pigs won't say anything about what happened to them. They were smashed up pretty bad. All hospitalized. One of them had two broken legs, some cracked ribs, and a fractured skull. Your crew really did a job on those creeps. Another one has four smashed ribs, a broken pelvis, and a broken arm. Not to mention missing teeth and numerous bruises and contusions. Real sad case."
Corbett laughed triumphantly, recalling the collection of broken bodies presented to him.
"Those scum will think twice before they ever mess with anyone again. Still, it would be a bad mistake to ever play that crap hole again. I'll scout around for a new spot on next year's tour. We'll bypass that asshole of the great midwest."
Thelma raked his chest with her nails. She was feeling frisky. She opened his fly and flipped his long limpid cock from hand to hand. She pressed back the foreskin and began to saw the tip back and forth with her fingers, squeezing and jerking it at the same time.
"Relax, baby. Relax and let me do it for you."
He leaned back and let her play with his cock.
In a few minutes the special show would begin. She jerked the hardening prick until it spurted for the second time that day. He wondered if he would shoot off his rocks after the whipping and fucking show when he played his late night games with Thelma.
CHAPTER TEN
Corbett strode out on the stage area, his face benign and friendly. He almost had a feeling for the crowd compared to the bunch of turds that the cycle freaks had been part of. He went into his spiel, giving them the full hype, rapping them up into a frenzy of expectation.
Rose came out first with the appetizer, the age old cooch show, the stock in trade of the secret entertainment of the carnival. Rose went through a series of wild gyrations that had them in hysterics, reaching out to grab and feel her legs when she moved deliberately too close to the front of the stage. She had them eating out of her hand, imagining themselves eating her out. She showed off the faint marks on her body, letting their minds dwell on her welted flesh, letting them anticipate the delights to come. She enjoyed the show-off game almost as much as Yvette, when she turned her ass to them she put it into movement until it was a display of perpetual motion. One of the clowns up front sprayed beer on her butt from the can he opened. He got a round of applause from his buddies so he squirted her with the foamy brew. Rose went along with it, letting him shower her with the beer. The suds mingled with the sweat sheen coating her skin. She held open the lips of her cunt, separating them and running her fingers along the outline of them. Another fat clown sprayed her snatch with beer. She wiped it on her fingers and licked them clean. It was a wild and uninhibited display and she ended it with a noisy demonstrative orgasm, letting them see her face crimson with flush of heat and the hot juice leak from her quim. One of the front ones lunged forward to touch her come covered pussy and he swept up a palmful of the juice onto his hand. He lapped it clean, rolling his eyes with delight at the spicy brew while his friends slapped and pounded his back and Rose dissolved into hysterical laughter watching him eat her cunt juice.
She made her exit grinding her ass for them, sticking her fingers up it, jiggling her tits. She gave them a flesh feast for their eyes that they would not soon forget.
She danced out of the tent into Henderson's grasp. Andrea looked just a bit miffed by the way he pulled her sweaty body into his and wet kissed her eager mouth. He slapped the jaunty tail, making the cheeks bounce and shake.
Corbett grabbed a hunk of Rose's tail as he went out to announce the next act.
"All right boys, wasn't that just what I promised it would be? But to repeat what my carnival predecessors have been saying for over one hundred years, you ain't seen nothing yet. That was just for openers, to warm things up a bit. But now we get into the meat of our show. Now we get down to the nitty and the gritty. So what could be nittier and grittier than Henderson the Awful and Andrea the Innocent demonstrating for you the art of the lash."
He went out with a flourish and a lot of showmanship. It was a good house, fully packed. They had taken in a lot of bread.
Andrea was a vision of tortured innocence hobbling out on stage. Her ankles were shackled together with silver chains and ankle cuffs. Her hands were similarly bound before her and the two chains were linked together with a third set of chains. Her mouth was gagged by a rubber ball wedged into it and held in place by a cord run through holes in the ball and wrapped around her head. Her nipples were tied off at the base with cords separating her tits into large mounds of whiteness topped with pellets of crimson. The shapes were well separated by the tight cords.
Henderson trailed in behind her trailing his long thick black whip in the dust. He was wearing his executioner's mask and a leather jock strap that emphasized the full hang of his organs between his legs.
There was a murmur and buzzing of anticipation. They wanted to see some ass broken. He was more than ready to oblige. He reached out to maul the tits with his hands. He gripped the tied off nipple pellets and ground them between his strong fingers, almost doubling them up. The expression of pain provoked by that treatment brought a rising level of animal sound from the packed tent. He snapped the nipples loose and the chained girl stumbled back almost tripping as she tried to soothe her hurt. Her chains rattled as she stroked her tit tips. Henderson, flexed his whip arm and cracked the long black snake through the air. She recoiled as if he had already struck her with it. Then he lashed out along one smooth thigh. It cut a red groove into the whiteness. She flinched and shook. He lashed her ruthlessly across the other thigh. Then he joined the areas he had struck by cracking the whip over the two concave curves of her bottom. He left a deep welt spanning both cheeks over the deep crevice between her buttocks. She turned her ass out to the audience and wiggled her bottom for them. She stood stock still while he whipped the soft curvaceousness with blow after blow until they overlaid one another and ran together. Blood began to course down her buttocks between the meaty mounds. He whipped her sweaty back, coiling the whip over the prominent shoulder blades and over the curves of her shoulders spilling the biting tip of the whip down her torso snatching and snapping at her melons. He snapped the whip around her waist and spun her around almost spilling her, hobbled as she was by her chains. He whipped the tit melons next, slicing them with short strokes, leaving stunted weals on the smooth white curves. As he whipped her, Andrea began to experience a mounting excitement and the burning pain brought on an orgasm. She climaxed with loud animal shrieks, rubbing at her pussy while thrusting her boobs out for the attention of the whip.
Outside Corbett watched the show with a mounting thrill of his own. He wanted a piece after the show. He would have loved to grab a piece off of Rose but he knew that he had a date with Thelma that he had to keep.
Olga Stavek tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to face. She had a wild and dangerous look to her.
"Do I get back Tricia," she blurted out. "And what about what that fat pig, Doris did to me? Am I suppose to just take it and do nothing? Don't I have any justice coming to me?"
Corbett sighed. Patiently and calmly he went over the realities with her.
"You know that Thelma wants Tricia while she's here. Afterwards Tricia gets her own wagon. She coming along fine and I want to expand her role in the exhibitions. Now, you can play with her if she wants it, but you can't possess her again. She's past that. Now as for the other business, my advice to you is to forget it. Nobody will back you up against Doris. Remember what happened to you last time. She could break you in two. Pm not eager to get involved in this. Better let it drop. I wouldn't want to lose you, the audiences go for your work. But I could replace you if I had to. So that's the way things are."
Olga Stavek's brows drew together. Her face was a study of rage and malice. Corbett remembered how very dangerous she could be. But there was no course of action open to him except to try and head off the trouble.
"Don't do anything foolish," he cautioned. "I can read faces. If you try anything I'm going to have to let you go."
Olga stalked off, running her whip angrily between her hands. Corbett was dissatisfied with her reactions. She cast a foul look to Doris as she passed the fat woman, a look that was returned with open defiant scorn. Corbett realized that if Stavek was really intent on getting her revenge and didn't mind having her ass kicked loose from the carnival then she would try something. Not with her bare hands of course, which worried the shit out of him.
On stage the climactic sequence of the whipping act had been reached. Andrea had been battered to her knees and Henderson rained fierce lashes upon her defenseless body. She huddled up in a compact ball under the flailing of the whip and pressed her buttocks high up to receive the discipline. Her already well marked ass was battered until it was a bloody mass of welts. As the last volley descended upon them she slumped into unconsciousness. Henderson coiled his whip over his shoulder and stalked off dragging his prize by her ankles. She was a worn out and bloody hunk of butchered quail. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder once he had left the tent.
"Aren't you going to take those chains off her," Corbett asked?
"Shit no, I think I'm gonna leave them on for the rest of the week." Henderson grinned. "Might get to like them as permanent ornaments."
Corbett went trouping out. He gave them his next spiel, emphasizing the usual nature of the performance. He told them that Bruno was performing for the first time, built up the fact that they were seeing something never before portrayed by the carnival. They were more than eager by the time he left the tent and the next act came on. Doris entered with her waddling stride. The dwarf rode her tits, seated on the huge billowing masses of flesh. Gladys danced around them, shaking her cunt out to the whooping and cheering fans.
Olga Stavek watched the fat woman with sheer hatred. She snapped the handle of her whip impatiently from hand to hand. A thin smile played at the corners of her mouth. Doris was without a whip. She was barehanded. With her own whip she could rip the fat bitch to ribbons. Who could stop her when she wielded her whip. She would just go out there as if it was part of the show and rip her up. Before anyone could interfere it would be all over. She would leave that very night. Maybe nobody would interfere with what she did on the stage, not in front of the crowd. Maybe no interference at all. But she would wait, let the exhibition tire out the fat pig.
On stage the oddly assorted trio gamboled around. The dwarf buried his face in the massive folds of Doris's ass. He burrowed into the depths and emitted a stream of sucking drinking noises. Doris flipped Gladys head over heels and sucked at her crotch. She licked the puffy pussy lips and thrust a huge saliva dripping tongue into her. The dwarf disengaged his head from the enormous ass and ran around the giant pole of whiteness sinking his hands and teeth into her great poles of meat. He crawled over her, climbing up her blown out belly and over her huge boobs, hanging from her tits while swinging his legs, standing on her shoulders then curling into a knot on her back while licking her puffy cheeks.
Doris wrapped Gladys under one arm and commenced spanking her in typical fashion, making her tender tail almost bounce loose with every wallop. The dwarf joined in the game standing under Doris' wide spread legs sucking away at the tangy flesh running from her fat buried asshole to her almost hidden cunt hole.
Outside the tent Olga Stavek tensed and poised with her whip. She measured the target that was too large to be missed.
Corbett eyed her suspiciously.
"What are you doing? You don't go on for another fifteen minutes."
Olga sneered at him. "You're dreaming, Mr.
Corbett. I'm going on right now. I'm going to pay that bitch back right here and now. Do you think you're going to stop me. This is a bull-whip, you've seen me use it in the past. Anyone who tries to interfere with me gets this right across the eyes. I don't think you can get any of the crew to take me on when I'm holding this little trinket."
She started forward. Corbett moved to block her. She snapped the whip back. It cracked across the ground snapping up a pile of dust. The sound was menacing and ominous. Corbett felt his guts jellying.
"Out of my way," she pronounced in a slow, cold voice.
Corbett looked around. Two of the roustabout crew were edging off. One of them picked up a tent peg. Olga spun on her heels and lashed out almost without bothering to aim. The whip cracked through the air and coiled about his wrist. Olga snapped back her forearm as she wrapped the hand in the loops of the whip. The crewman screamed in agony as the whip broke his wrist. The others backed away from her. Corbett edged from his blocking position. She was crazy and he wasn't going to be maimed trying to fend her off.
Stavek strode through the flap entrance into the tent. The performance area gave her just enough room to work in. As she entered the dwarf was mounting the massive Doris. He scurried up her back like a spider. Doris was unsuspecting, playing with her fingers in Gladys' hole. Olga shot her whip out. It looped around the dwarf's ankle. She snapped it back and spun thrusting out at the audience. The screaming dwarf went catapulting through the air to land in the front rows. The clustered spectators scurried and piled back as Bruno bounced into them.
Doris turned to Olga, her face blanketed by a mask expressing confusion and uncertainty. Olga ripped out at her. The tip of the whip sailed in a spiral around one pendulous breast, coiling around it three times. As it tightened and sank into the fleshy folds Olga gave it a twist of her wrist doubling up the pressure. The whip sliced into the boob, cutting a red series of stripes along it, yanking it out from the huge torso it was attached to. Doris screamed. Milk exploded from the tip of her boob. Olga snapped her wrist and the whip unwound itself instantly, snapping back to her.
A wild roar went up from the crowd, uncertain of what was occurring, but thinking it part of the performance. Olga lashed out immediately catching Doris off guard with a slash that sliced a deep scarlet cut over the span of her swollen belly. Doris clutched convulsively at her wounds. She let out a terrifying animal roar of rage. Foam flecked her lips and her face flushed a crimson hue in her rage. Olga Stavek laughed easily, unafraid of her. She snapped out a lash over the other tit and another one fast over the huge belly. Doris threw up her arms for protection. The tip of the whip raced between them and fanged into one huge nipple. It split and showered blood. Doris doubled up in agony then lunged forward with arms extended grasping for her tormenter. Olga slashed out and whipped Doris over her hairy cunt. The whip spanned the rounded pelvis and sliced over the lips. A thatch of hair was torn loose. A second blow caught the fat woman over her guts once more. She staggered back, in dire condition. Olga whipped her tits and guts, ripping cutting slashed into her body. She split the flesh open and slashed with all her power deep into the fatty layers. The whip cut like a butcher knife.
Doris staggered back, back, trying to shield her face. Olga ripped her thighs and pelvis, slashing her bobbing tits to shreds. Gladys screamed and scampered away, rushing past Olga who sped her on with a backhanded slice on her tail. Doris bellowed and rumbled forward, a lumbering vulnerable mountain of ivory flesh bleeding from a dozen deep gashes. Olga ferociously whipped her back, cutting her to ribbons. She slumped against the canvas back of the tent, trapped.
Outside Corbett frantically wondered what to do.
"Get in there and stop her," he commanded his crewmen.
Nobody stepped forward to obey the order. Thelma Anderson who had come running from her trailer at the alarm stood helplessly by unable to perceive a viable course of action. Henderson had come out of his trailer in answer to an urgent summons, but he too was unwilling to enter that tent and face the wild woman with the whip.
Olga braced herself for the kill. She lashed criss-cross patterns into the bouncing boobs. They leaked milk and blood. She slashed deep into one huge melon, slicing it right through the center and splitting a nipple. She cut Doris across both knees simultaneously.
Suddenly a small form came rushing up on stage out of the audience. It was Bruno. He rushed under Olga's guard and caught her wrist. His other hand lashed out and yanked down the front of her leather shorts. He grabbed a handful of the thick crotch hair and ripped it out. Olga doubled up. She smashed her fist into his face, knocking his front teeth loose. He shot a counter punch into her fleshy groin. He grabbed the whip hand with both of his and held on as she cursed and battered at him.
A bellow of animal hate froze her guts. She screamed in dread as Doris came lumbering forward, a blood covered nightmare arm clawing out for her. She ripped free of the dwarf with one final effort and snapped her whip back. It was too late. The whip cut into Doris' back as she gripped her tormenter in a killing embrace. The huge hands squeezed Olga's throat to jelly. Olga dropped her useless whip and hammered at Doris' face. Doris' nose cracked under the bludgeoning of the powerful hands. She cursed and smashed Olga's face into her skull, smashing Olga's autocratic nose flat. She shoved Olga back and held her by the neck with one hand. She smashed her bit right hand into Stavek's mouth. Olga's teeth spilled from her broken mouth in a vomit of blood. Olga lashed out with her claws. She dug her nails into a deep slice in Doris' tit running down the curve of the breast and through the nipple, leaking blood which coursed down Doris' belly and ran into the matted hair on her cunt. Olga dug her claws into the slice and ripped her hands in opposite directions. There was a sickening ripping sound as the slash became a trench deep and wide jetting out blood.
Doris smashed one massive knee into Olga's guts. Olga went down screaming. Doris staggered back, her tit ripped badly. Her boob was a crimson mass of blood. She yanked Olga erect by her long mane of hair, almost ripping her scalp loose. She sank her teeth into an ear and ripped at it, her mouth filling with rich red blood. She bit the ear off and spat it out.
From the audience a babble of screaming and shouting went up. Some were sickened and panic stricken, others were maddened by the thrill of real blood, unstaged gore and brutality.
Doris seized one of the dazed animal tamer's hands she buried it in one of her massive paws and gripped the forearm with the other hand. She broke the wrist with one clean sharp jerk.
"That'll show you, you fucking shit eating bitch."
Doris was in excruciating agony. Her body bled and throbbed with the toll of the vicious beating she had taken. Through a red haze she saw Corbett, Henderson, and several crew members rushing toward her.
"I'm not through with her yet," Doris snarled. She lifted the broken dazed body overhead. Olga had little strength remaining. Her good arm flapped feebly at her foe. She moaned piteously. Her face was a mask of blood which flooded from her smashed mouth and torn off ear.
"I'm giving this scum to you," Doris shouted to the crowd. "Anyone who can get their cock into her is welcome to her. Enjoy yourselves."
She hurled the bloody body out to the maddened throng. She landed in the center of a thick eager knot of wild men. Some shrank back from the maimed bloody form, but others crowded toward her, ripping at her clothes. She was entirely stripped in a matter of seconds, her huge tits and magnificent cunt visible to them all. She shrieked with the hurt their grasping and tearing inflicted on her broken wrist. They tore at her with hands and mouths, trying to entwine themselves into her rich body. Hands crushed and yanked handfuls of tit meat, one of them got himself between her legs and sank his teeth into her crotch. He spat out pubic hairs and sank his teeth into her puffy cunt lips again. A milling screaming mass ripped and battered at her.
Two of the roustabouts gripped Doris under the arms straining to support the massive bulk of the badly cut fat woman. Corbett held her tit in his hands, wedging the deep slash closed, pressing together the sides of the dangerously torn gash.
He looked out at Olga being mauled by the cunt hungry mob and shuddered.
"I'm not going to try getting her way from them. They won't leave much more than a stain on the ground. I'll boot out whatever they leave behind. That stupid bitch asked for it."
Doris was helped out of the tent and walked to her wagon. The doc would have one hell of a job stitching her up.
All was a screaming bedlam of noise. The crowd roared almost drowning out the inhuman screams of Olga Stavek. Corbett grinned wryly. It was one hell of a performance, too bad it could never be repeated. It was a one time only show.
