Carnival

He stepped away from her limp body then. His attention turned to the rack of torture devices. Glancing back at her, he quickly made selections. Setting the tools that he planned to use on the table next to the frame he whistled merrily, an old carnival song that sounded eerily like a pipe organ played by a psychotic clown.

He stepped back to her, a device in one hand, a washcloth soaked in ice water in the other. He wiped her face, and cleaned drool from her lips then gently brought her out of her stupor. As she regained consciousness he reached behind her and planted the first device. She screamed as she felt the butt plug slide into her ass. "NO, NO, NO, not there! Oh please it's so nasty! Not my aaaaaass!" She grunted as the plug squeezed past her rosebud and moaned when the vibration started. "Why are you doing this? What is wrong with you?"

His head cocked, "Why?" He chuckled, "Because I want to, and I can."

Someone knocked on the door, the boss walked to it and peeked out a slot in the door. After watching for a few seconds he turned back to the girl, and with a dazzling smile said, "Don't go anywhere now!" Then, looking at her tied securely to the frame he burst out in a huge laugh that shook his shoulders and went out the door with a mad chuckle.

The girl was alone, she started struggling against her bonds but couldn't loosen, never mind free herself from them. In fact, all she served to do was to drive the butt plug deeper into her cavity where it hummed along merrily sending chills through her entire body. She grimaced at the sensation but soon found it exciting as the vibrations spread to her cunny, causing her pelvis to thrust and roll in a suggestive manner. After a short time of that, she found herself looking at the door hoping he was coming back, anticipating all sorts of vile deeds being perpetrated on her defenseless body. It was if the fact of being bound released her from her inhibitions, anything that was done to her was beyond her control so "bring it on Mister", she found herself groaning out into the empty room.

The door reopened and the man entered the room, locking the door behind him. He turned as smiled softly at her. "Seems the police have found your car in the parking lot and wanted to search the grounds for you." He looked slyly away, then turned back to her. "Apparently someone saw you leaving a bar tonight with a stranger, rode off in his truck with him they say."

At that point she realized exactly how isolated and helpless she was. This man could and apparently would do anything he wanted to her and no one would find her. A single tear ran down her cheek. He saw the droplet and walked to her, his tongue tip finding the drop and soaking up the salty tear.

"Did you want to leave girl? Do you have something out there that you'd rather be doing? Somewhere you have to be right now? Am I holding you against your will? Or would you rather be here, embraced, used, taken, owned like the slut you know you are? Think carefully girl, you only get one chance to answer. Don't make it the wrong one."

Something inside her snapped, torn as she was at the prospect of what was happening to her she discovered deep within herself a need, a desire, a lust for what it was this man was providing. The pain in her body from being bound, from being used, was nothing compared to the anguish she felt at the thought of not staying to discover what this man could do.

"I'll stay," she whispered in a soft voice.

He leaned in close to her, "I didn't hear you, what did you say girl?"

"Please, I want to stay," she whimpered.

He leaned back away from her, a smile on his face. "Good, I was hoping you'd say that." His eyes hardened then to that ice blue that filled his orbs. "First thing, you will call me Sir or Master, you now are mine to do with as I please."

Her mind reeled, "what will you do to me?"

The crop across her inner thigh brought her out of her confusion quickly. "I said, you will call me Sir or Master. Did you think I was joking? I rarely joke, and never about training a girl. Another stroke across the inside of the other thigh and she lurched against the bonds in pain and frustration. The third blow landed square on her lips and clitoris, as did the next seven.

There was a moment when the pain turned to a deep yearning inside her, when she started to anticipate the next blow eagerly. Her hips thrust out to meet the sharp sting of the crop and she almost wept aloud when the next blow landed on her cunt. Just as she was ceding to his rhythm, he stopped. Her hips continued to thrust in lust, waiting for the blow that didn't come.

Clad still in a skirt that had been gathered at her waist and high heels the cold air from an exhaust fan chilled the sweat on her body rapidly. A bra hung half on and half off and this is where he was to assault her next. Turning back to the table behind him, he lifted a long, sharp Bowie and dragged the tip down between her heaving breasts. The sharp point created a weal in her skin without bringing blood and he lowered the blade until it was between her breasts. She held her breath when she saw the look on his face, he was staring at her flesh as if it were a canvas to be painted on. She felt the cold iron of the flat of the blade as he pressed it against her left breast and gasped when he suddenly turned the blade to slice through the bra strap. Her breasts sprung free of their restraints, the nipples erect and goose bumps surrounding the aureole. A dusting of sweat trickled between them and he leaned forward to lick the salty juice from between her breasts, nipping the flesh as he pulled his face back.

"That's gonna leave a little bruise girl," he stated matter of factly.

The knife tip continued on down her belly, across her navel to the flat of her loins before the pudenda. A quiver jerked the muscles there, and her cunt turned to mush as the blade tip stole under the skirt's waistband then sliced through that. She was left standing, bound spread eagled, in high heels on a frame in a secret room in a carnival that was apparently run by a maniac. She couldn't think of any other place she'd rather be at that moment, and the thought brought a slightly mad giggle to her lips.

He pulled the blade back and then stabbed downward hard, his muscles bunching and flexing as the blade ripped toward her, only to be sunk deep into the wood of the frame next to her head. She screamed at the sound of the knife driving into the wood inches from her face.

He turned away yet again. Rummaging through a box set next to the wall he lifted out a mahogany case which he in turn opened again. He then bent his knees and opened a door set in the cabinet to a small freezer. Pulling out an ice bucket full of ice he ran some water into it from a cooler next to the table and then placed a large stainless steel dildo in the icy liquid.

She moaned in anticipation, thinking to herself, "Oh my god, he's going to put that in me and I already have this butt plug in my ass! How did I get myself into this?"

He stepped close to her and then she noticed the little clamps with feathers in his hands, she yelped when he snapped them open and let them slam close on her nipples and her loins twitched when he tugged on them to make sure they were set.

Noticing her reaction to the clamps he said in a gruff voice, "I hope you didn't just cum girl, you had better tell me that you didn't. You will NOT cum until I tell you so, do you understand?"

The statement made her cum on the spot, juices ran freely down her thighs, she squealed in ecstasy, and her body shook massively. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!"

His hand slapped her nipples across and then back, the clamps holding and bouncing freely with her tits. "Two mistakes slut. First, when I tell you not to cum, I don't care what you have to do, don't you fucking dare cum. Second, I told you that you will refer to me as Sir or Master. You have done neither." His hand batted her nipples back and forth a dozen times, the fingernails hard and sharp against the tender flesh, the clamps cutting off blood flow. "Now, let's get it right."

He turned to the bucket, grabbed the metal dildo and shoved the ice cold device straight into her sopping cunt. The pressure of the large toy almost caused the butt plug to squirt out of her ass, but she clenched sensing that would displease him greatly. His hand wrapped around the dildo and worked it rapidly in and out of her cunt until her body vibrated with need and her clitoris was chilled. Harder and deeper he stroked, faster and longer the thrusts pierced her. She was so close, she had to cum, she just had to, but what would happen. She screamed out, "Please, please let me cum, please I can't stop it, I just can't. Please Sir; whatever you want ... just let me cum!"

He growled one word, "NO!"

Tears ran down her face, her cunt hurt from the dildo it was so large. Her ass was violated by the vibrating little plug; the man had slapped her and bit her, and licked her and used her repeatedly like a fuck toy. Why wouldn't he let her cum? Why was he doing this? She started to fade from reality, her body reacting solely to the stimuli that he was providing her. Oddly at piece she found herself anticipating whatever came next.

Limp, covered in a sheen of perspiration, eyes half closed in lust, she almost didn't register when he cut her down from the frame. She felt her body being laid face down across a table, her feet on the floor and spread behind her, her arms slipped into restraints that held them above her head. Her hips were slamming up and down rapidly, repeatedly, trying to capture a moment that he would not allow her. She cringed when she felt the butt plug yanked from her ass. Curious she looked back over her shoulder and cried out in alarm when she saw his cock in his hand pointing straight at her little rosebud. "Oh no, you're not going to"..... The scream was deafening as he sunk the head of his cock into her tight ass. He grunted like a pig as he pushed inexorably deeper into her bowels. His cock counter pressured the dildo working frantically in her pussy and she suddenly found herself full, so very full.

He was amazed at how tight the woman was, her ass was overheated from the butt plug and loose enough to give him some freedom of movement, but she obviously had little or no experience with anal sex. He chuckled evilly, he loved it when the little housewives came on to him only to be shocked and embarrassed by the various ways he used them. This one was a treasure, she was extremely responsive and it was apparent that she had a submissive streak a mile wide.

His cock slowly widened her passage and his thrust grew in force and length. He soon found himself buried deep in her, her ass gyrating even as she cried out in shame. One hand slid under her belly and gripped the dildo as he pounded furiously into her from behind. He started counterthrusting the dildo in opposite strokes from the ones he was perpetrating with his cock.

They were both breathing wildly, the girl beginning to become accustomed to the dual penetration and starting once again to climb that long hill to orgasm. Her whimpers became more frequent and agonized as she fought to hold back her orgasm. His hand closed on her hair and he yanked her head back as if he were reining in a spirited steed. Bowing her back, his cock reaming her ass, the dildo counter punching her clitoris he leaned in close and whispered almost silently in her ear. "Cum NOW girl!"

If she hadn't been tied down they would have both ended up on the floor. The violence of her orgasm astounded him, yet he continued to pound her mercilessly through the spasms of her ass and cunt. She bucked like a half broken mustang, hammering back to meet every thrust and stroke of both the dildo and his cock.

He in turn fought his orgasm to a standstill. He wasn't done with her yet. As she started to calm down from her orgasm he pulled out of her ass with a discernible pop and then immediately drove his cock back into her cunt, dropping the dildo to the floor. The sound was loud and ringing and caused her to jump, which drove him deep into her with the first thrust. His hands slid down her hips and he pulled back to glance down at her pretty , plump pussy lips wrap around his cock as if caressing it.

In and out, hard and fast, violently crashing into her time and time again ... He fucked. She cried out in delight with each thrust, slammed back to meet his every move and glanced back over her shoulder to provoke him into cumming with her.

The orgasm was mighty, long, and the both of them ground and slammed at each other until there was nothing left.

He removed her from the bonds after a while. His eyes scanned her for marks or injuries and when he was satisfied he threw the remainder of her clothes to her. "Get dressed slut, and meet me out front when you're done."

Once out of the building he turned to a couple of his men and with a whispered word had her car brought to the front of the ride. The others watched and laughed knowingly, the boss didn't often use an outsider for his hungers but when he did the woman was never quite the same again.

She came out of the building clutching her clothes to her. They were literally useless but served to keep the hungry eyes of the road crew off of her. Her eyes were downcast and her voice was meek as she walked to him. "Will I see you again Sir?" she whispered.

He laughed then, a huge roaring laugh "Did you want to girl? Didn't you get enough? You want to see me again?"

Her eyes lifted to his and beseeched him, "Yes Sir, please Sir, I want to see you again very much."

He smiled at her then, "Good girl, I've a choice for you. Go home, pack your bags and be back here before midnight tomorrow evening. If you are, I'll take you with us. If not, then you'll be left alone."

She started to walk to the car when his voice reached her from behind. "Be here girl, I have been alone too long."

They say she disappeared, that when her family went looking for her they never found a trace except for a two rides for one ticket from a carnival. Funny thing was, the carnival hadn't stopped in town in over 20 years.