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Free archives may store and distribute this work, provided this disclaimer and copyright notice remains attached. -------------------------------------------------------- Journey Through the Funhouse (M/f-teen, rp, v, tort) By Rod Ramsey (rod_ramsey@yeahright.net) *** Sara, dressed in shorts and a halter-top, snuck out of the house as soon as she heard Jen start gabbing on the phone. Her older sister was supposed to be babysitting the thirteen year old; only she was more interested in chatting with her friends. Sara knew that Jen, home for the summer from college, would be on the phone for hours and not once think to check on her. Catching the bus at the corner stop, Sara headed to the mall. 'Big Eddie's Fun-Tastic Festival and Sideshow' had set up in the back parking lot of the mall. Sara had begged Mom and Dad to let her go. Her parents refused saying that carnivals were evil and run by the devil's own. Arriving at the carnival as the sun set, Sara set off in search of fun and adventure. Cotton candy and hot dogs for dinner, she made her way through the rides and attractions. It was late and the carnival was winding down, Sara had spent all her money and only had two ride tickets left. She was having no luck finding any rides still open that only took two tickets. Finally she saw that the funhouse was still open and cost two tickets. She approached the ride and handed the man, his name tag said Carl, the tickets. "Are you all alone, little girl?" he asked. "Yes, I'm old enough that my parents let me come alone." Sara replied. She didn't want to be sent away because her parents weren't around. "Have fun Missy, you're my last customer so you'll have the place to yourself," the man rasped. Sara didn't see his eyes follow her into the funhouse. Carl walked over and locked the exit door as soon as the little girl was inside. Walking up to the entry he pulled it closed and locked it from the inside. Leaving the laughter and scream recording going he followed his quarry into the maze. Sara was making her way back from a blind end when she bumped into the man again. A frightened squeak escaped her, "Oh, sorry you startled me. I thought I was alone in here." Sara fidgeted; the man was just standing there not letting her pass. "Um, excuse me, but can I get passed?" Sara finally asked. "Turn around and go back to the end of the hall. I want to show you a special trick." Carl said, pointing back the way she had just come. "No. I just want to go now." Sara was starting to get scared. Sara screamed with pain and fear as the man grabbed her long blond ponytail and pulled the girl back to the end of the hall. She tried to grab his arm and force his hand loose, but the large man didn't even notice her struggles. He shoved her against the mirrored wall and changed his grip to hold both her wrists above her head. "Please Mister, let me go." the young girl whined. "I don't think so, Missy." Carl replied, "You and I are going to have some fun." Holding her wrists in one large hand, Carl started to fondle her small soft titties through her top. Sliding his hand up under her tank top and bra, he pinched the whimpering girl's hard little nipple. "No! Don't!" Sara whined, as the man mauled her breasts. "Shut up, Bitch." Carl growled, "You fucking townie girls all think you're so special. Well I got a special treat for you." Carl stopped pinching her tit long enough to pull the halter and bra off the girl and over her head. He twisted the material around her wrists, effectively tying them. Bare-chested, Sara tried to shrink away from the man's gaze and groping hand. Licking his lips Carl lifted the struggling girl by the wrists and brought his mouth to her tits. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he bit down eliciting a scream from the already whimpering child. Switching tits he bit even harder. Sara's scream competed with the laughter and screams coming from the still playing recording. Carl slid his hand down the girl's smooth belly to the snap on her denim shorts. Unzipping the shorts, he ran his hand inside the girl's panties. Forcing his way through her sparse pubic hair to rub her clit and dry cunt. "Noooo." Sara wailed as the evil man pinched her clit. "Are you a virgin, bitch?" Carl asked. "What?" Sara replied. "Have you ever been fucked?" Carl repeated the question, giving the girl's clit another pinch. "Please no! I'm a good girl, don't do this." Sara begged. Carl let the girl down, then slapped her face for good measure, "Good girls don't sneak out of the house to go to the carnival." Sara started to respond, but Carl slapped her again before she could open her mouth, "Don't try to deny it. I see you little whores every week. Mommy and Daddy won't let you go, so you sneak out. Well today you snuck to the wrong place." Grabbing the girl's shorts he pulled them down to her ankles. Standing back up he brought the shorts with him, causing the girl to fall hard to the floor. Holding the dazed girl by one ankle he slapped the girl hard on her spread cunt. Sara could barely squeak as the man's massive hand struck her. She tried desperately to break free, resulting in a second hard slap to her pain filled pussy. Dropping the girl's leg he straddled her tummy and began pinching her small tender titties. Sara finally got her breath back enough to scream, it only served to make the large man twist her breasts even more painfully. Holding both nipples in his vice like fingers the man lifted the small girl off the floor, then let go causing her to drop back down dazing her once more. Sara saw stars and was instantly dizzy, the man started slapping her face as everything faded to black. Sara woke to pain. She found herself alone, her arms and legs spread and tied to rails that ran along the funhouse corridor. Trying to call out she found her mouth filled with cloth, a rope holding it in. The only sound she heard was her own strained breathing. Apparently the man had turned off the sound machine. Carl walked around the corner carrying a thin belt, some rope and a black toolbox. Setting the toolbox and rope down on a low shelf Carl swung the belt, striking Sara across the stomach. Burning pain caused Sara to try and scream through the gag. Carl swung the belt a second time then a third, crisscrossing the young teen's belly with welts. Tears flowed down her cheeks as Carl moved his aim to her small tits. He smiled and laughed as the belt struck time and again, raising deep red welts on the girl. Sara closed her eyes, trying desperately to fight the pain. Carl stopped whipping her and wiped the tears from her face. He then rubbed the salty tears into the welts on Sara's tits, causing even more pain. Carl stepped back and resumed the whipping, this time working his way down to her legs and thighs. One after another the thin belt raised painful welts. Carl shortened his grip on the belt and brought it up between Sara's legs. Pain exploded in the girl's pussy, her eyes flew open and she screamed through the gag. Before she could take a breath, Carl whipped her again and again. Finally Carl stopped and set the belt down before undressing. Sara watched the man as he walked toward her, his penis was huge, much larger than the drawings in sex ed classes showed. Carl kissed the girl on the mouth over the gag. Sliding his huge cock along the girl's cunt, searching for her opening. His cock grew as he rubbed, probing for her tiny hole. Sara could feel the massive rod and was sure it would tear her open. Carl entered the girl, pain burned them both as he desecrated Sara's dry cunt. His cock slammed against and through Sara's virginity, in one thrust. Carl moved his hips slowly letting the blood from her torn maidenhead lubricate the small girl's cunt. "Oh yeah, you're tight." Carl moaned, "I love tight little fuck toys." As he pumped his hips, Carl reached up and began pinching the girl's small titties. Sara tried to scream, to beg the man to stop. With every thrust Sara felt as if she was being split open. She could do nothing to stop him, helpless she hung by her wrists as he continued to pump. Carl screwed his eyes closed as he came, filling Sara's cunt with hot semen. When he pulled out Sara could feel a warm sticky fluid slide down her legs, the wetness somewhat soothing her battered pussy. Sara prayed the man was finished and would let her go. Her prayers were in vain as the man picked up the rope. Forming a loop he placed the rope around Sara's tit, pulling it tight. He wrapped the girl's tit, so small it would only take three wraps. Carl wrapped the other tit in the same painful manner. With both titties tightly bound he turned to the toolbox, retrieving a pair of pliers. Sara shook her head violently as Carl gripped her left nipple in the sharp teeth of the pliers. Pulling and twisting the girl could only make squeals and squeaks from the pain. Switching nipples Carl bent to suck the battered nipple into his mouth. His free hand snaked down to the girl's cunt and began pinching her already tender clit. Agony ripped through Sara's mind as the evil man bit her bruised tit. Releasing her tits the man stepped back, Sara could see his penis had grown to full size once again. Rummaging through the toolbox the man soon returned with a set of large clips connected by a wire. Sara was frozen with trepidation as the man attached the clips to her nipples. At first the pain wasn't as bad as the pliers, as the seconds ticked by the pain grew to new heights. Picking up the leather belt the man slipped behind Sara. She tried to look over her shoulder as the man began whipping her back. The belt raised welts as it traversed from shoulder to ass and back again. With every hit the clips on Sara's titties would bounce and bite into her nipples even more. Tired beyond even fighting, Sara hung by her bonds whimpering with every blow. Head hanging loosely Sara didn't even realize the whipping had stopped until Carl pulled her hair back. Grinning into her terrified eyes Carl licked the tears from Sara's face. Holding her head back by the hair he reached to the front and began pulling down on the wire holding the clips. Sara's small tits distended down as he pulled. The clip holding her left tit let loose first, ripping it's way out of her flesh. Sara passed out as the clip on her right tit pulled free. Carl was slapping her face as Sara came to. She was no longer in the funhouse, the workroom looked like a smaller version of Dad's garage. She was tied to a table, arms over her head, ankles tied to thighs and knees tied to the side. Carl was leaning between her spread legs to slap her face. Carl stopped slapping when he saw she had regained consciousness. Sliding his hands down to her abused titties he began kneading them painfully. "Please let me go." Sara whimpered when she realized that the gag had been removed. "I'm having too much fun. I'll let you go when I get tired of you." Carl sneered. Carl continued to abuse the girl's tits. Pinching, twisting and pulling them in his vise like grip. Sara screamed as Carl twisted her tits. His reply was a laugh, "You can scream all you want, this trailer is soundproof with the doors closed. Carl shifted his attention to Sara's pussy, pulling the outer lips apart to inspect her damaged cunthole. Sliding several fingers into the girl caused another scream from Sara. Twisting and pumping his arm, Carl tried to force his fist inside. Sara was sure she was being split open as the man continued to push more of his hand into her battered pussy. Carl pulled almost completely out, only to slam back in with all his might. Sara's breath escaped her in one long wailing scream. Sweat poured off Sara's body as Carl continued to pound into her bruised cunt. "Would you like me to stop?" Carl finally asked. "Yes. Please don't hurt me anymore." Sara begged. "Well you gotta do something for me. Or I'll hurt you more." Carl said, slamming his fist in one more time. "Please ssstop, anything. I'll do anything." the girl cried. "Ok. Here's the deal. You suck my cock, then after I cum, if you did a good job I'll let you go." Carl explained, twisting his hand in the girl. "I, um, I don't know how." tears ran down the girl's face. "I'm a good girl. Good girls don't do that." "Well I could keep hurting you. How would you like my fist up your tight little ass?" Carl pulled his hand out to jab the girl's exposed anus. "No. Please, I'll do it. I don't want to be hurt anymore." Sara begged. Carl loosed the ropes holding her knees spread and walked to the head of the table. Loosing her arms from the table he pulled her off and to the floor. Carl kicked her legs apart with a short command to "Spread 'em". Sara complied, keeping her eyes closed. She could feel his penis rubbing her face and lips. "Open your mouth cunt." Carl instructed, "Or I'll get those clamps you seemed to like so much." Sara didn't want that. She slowly opened her mouth. Carl slid the head of his cock into the warm interior of his new little toy's mouth. Carl started to face fuck the girl, using the fear of pain he warned her not to bite. Grabbing her hair Carl moved her head back and forth. Instructing the girl to suck, he kept up a steady rhythm. Sara felt the tip of Carl's penis touch the back of her throat and gagged. Carl gripped her hair tighter as the choking girl tried to pull away. Giving her hair a twist Carl informed the girl to swallow as the head of his cock reached to back of her throat. "Just relax and swallow my cock you fucking little whore." Carl growled as he forced his cock back into the girl's mouth, "Oh yeah you're good. Move your tongue around bitch." Sara kept her eyes closed and concentrated on doing what the man said. Her only hope was to please him so he would let her go. Sara had only some idea of what was going to happen. She had heard some older girls talking about cocksucking, never imagining she would actually do it. "Oh god I'm gonna cum!" Carl yelled. He held her head tight by the hair, pulling her to him. Sara felt the man's penis pulse as he forced it all the way into her mouth. Hot sticky and bitter tasting fluid filled her mouth as Carl came. He yelled at her to swallow it, calling her all sorts of dirty names. Sara gagged as she tried to swallow the man's semen, some of it escaping the sides of her mouth. Carl pulled out as he finished his climax, sinking onto a large tool chest. "Wow, you sure are a good little cocksucker." Carl said as the girl looked at the floor and cried. "Lick up my cum off the floor. I should punish you for spilling my seed." "Please I did what you wanted." Sara voice was the barest of whispers, "Let me go now, pleeasse." "Lick my cum off the floor. Then I'll punish you for spilling it, then maybe I'll let you go." Carl replied, "Then again, maybe you want to defy me so I'll keep hurting you." Sara slumped to the floor as best she could with her ankles still tied to her thighs and began to lick up the spilled semen. Choking on the semen, dirt and grime she licked from the floor. When she was done Carl instructed her to sit back up on her knees, legs spread and arm behind her back. "Now for your punishment." Carl said, stepping toward the girl. Sara woke on the pavement several blocks from the mall. She had blacked out just after Carl's heavy black boot had stuck her unprotected pussy. Gathering her clothes, she quickly dressed and walked painfully the two miles home. Sneaking into the house was easy, Jen was still on the phone and Mom and Dad weren't home yet. Sara slowly climbed the stairs and slipped into the bathroom. Taking a long hot shower she tried to scrub the disgust away with the dirt. Applying ointment to the scratches and welts Sara promised herself she would never disobey her parents again. The End If you like the story or have constructive criticism please feel free to let me know at rod_ramsey@yahoo.com. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 24