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 Title: WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF FUN!
Part: Completely
Author: Cockney
Keywords: Mf
Summary: Eyes followed the pretty young girl as she travelled about;
they watched the jaunty twitch of young firm buttocks, the pale outline of
crisp white panties showing through the thin cotton shorts.  They slid
lasciviously up smooth slender thighs and over tiny up tilted high breasts
that barely jiggled at all they were so firm.  Lips were licked and sighs
were sighed and the occasional adjustment to constrictive clothing was
surreptitiously made.

   ====== This story is a work of fiction. =====





   WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF FUN!

   Written by Cockney



   ONE



   Claire, dressed in pale yellow shorts and a white halter top, sneaked
out of the house as soon as she heard her sister Jen start gabbing on the
phone.  Her older sister was supposed to be babysitting the twelve year
old, only she was more interested in chatting with her friends.  Claire
knew that Jen, home for the summer from college, would be on the phone for
hours and would not once think to check on her.



   Closing the door quietly she scampered down the road just in time to
catch the bus at the corner stop, Claire headed to the Heath.  `Mac's
Famous Funfair had set up on the heath and Claire had begged Mom 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, Claire set off in
search of fun and adventure.  Cotton candy and hot dogs for dinner, she
made her way through the rides and attractions enjoying the excitement of
the noise, music and flashing lights.  Eyes followed the pretty young girl
as she travelled about; they watched the jaunty twitch of young firm
buttocks, the pale outline of crisp white panties showing through the thin
cotton shorts.  They slid lasciviously up smooth slender thighs and over
tiny up tilted high breasts that barely jiggled at all they were so firm.
Lips were licked and sighs were sighed and the occasional adjustment to
constrictive clothing was surreptitiously made.



   It grew late and the carnival was winding down, there were only a few
people left wandering around, but Claire wasn't ready to go home yet, her
mother wouldn't be home for hours yet and the excitement of being out alone
at night was far too good to curtail.  Claire had spent the last of her
money on an orange drink and had only two ride tickets left.  She was
having no luck finding any rides still open that only took two tickets. 
Then finally she saw that the funhouse was still open and cost two tickets,
she had already been inside once, but some stupid boys had spoilt it the
first time so she would have one last go then reluctantly head for boring
old home.  She approached the ride holding up her two remaining tickets the
old man leaning against the gate.



   "All alone, little girl?" he asked his eyes calmly looking her up and
down.



   "Yes, I'm old enough that my mom let me come alone." Claire bragged
tossing her pony tail, she didn't want to be sent away just because her mom
wasn't around.



   "Have fun then sweet thing, you're my last customer so you'll have the
place to yourself, so it will be extra exciting" the man chuckled leaning
in close causing Claire to take a step backwards.



   Claire didn't see his eyes follow her into the funhouse any more than
she had noticed the other eyes throughout the evening.  His were avidly
staring at her pert young bottom in her pale yellow shorts that clearly
showed white panties through the thin material.  No sooner had she stepped
inside the entrance when the man walked over and casually locked the exit.
Then walking up to the entry he looked all around to make sure he wasn't
being watched then he pulled it closed behind him and locked it from the
inside.  Leaving the laughter and scream recording going he followed his
quarry into the gloomy maze, he was in no hurry, she wasn't going anywhere,
at least not until he had got some fun out of her he decided.



   Claire 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."



   Claire fidgeted; the man was just standing there not letting her pass.



   "That's OK sweet thing you are supposed to get startled in here" he
chuckled.



   "Um, excuse me, but can I get past?" Claire finally asked, she didn't
like the weird way the old man was looking at her.



   "Turn around and go back to the end of the hall.  I want to show you
something special" the man told her, winking at her and pointing back the
way she had just come.



   "No, that's OK I just want to go now." Claire was starting to get
nervous, she really didn't like the way he looked at her, it was a bit
scary.  She started to move to one side to step around him, but he moved
with her.



   "It won't take but a minute" he told her moving in closer crowding her.



   Claire darted forward ducking low as she squeezed through the gap, but
although he was pretty old, he was fast and strong grabbing hold of her
pony tail and jerking her up and back.



   Claire screamed with fear and pain as the man grabbed her long blonde
ponytail and pulled the girl back to the end of the passage.  She tried to
grab his arm and force his hand loose, but the man didn't even seem notice
her struggles.  He shoved her against the mirrored wall and changed his
grip to hold both her wrists up over her head.



   "Let - me - go" Claire demanded through gritted teeth her young body
squirming in an attempt to escape his firm grip on her wrists.



   "If you don't stop struggling I will be forced to hurt you" the man
warned as he calmly cupped her small left breast and squeezed it softly. 
Claire yelped in outraged surprise and twisted her body around away from
him.  The man chuckled, obviously enjoying himself and transferred his
attention to her now exposed bottom, a finger thrusting in and up between
her bum cheeks.



   Claire gasped in surprise, "I'll tell" she threatened as his hand took
further liberties with her bottom, roaming over her firm plump cheeks.



   Pressing his body up against hers, pinning her against the cold surface
of the mirror, he chuckled again, his breath hot against her cheek and ear.



   "Who you gonna tell, little girl, a finger and thumb pinched the tender
flesh of her bottom fiercely making Claire yelp in anguish.



   "I'll scream" she told him which only made him laugh even louder.



   "Oh, good move kid, that'll get em all running to your rescue, someone
screaming in the funhouse, your not too bright are you" he added pinching
her other cheek equally as hard.



   "Please let me go mister, I won't tell anyone, I promise" Claire begged.



   "Let's see if you can do as your told first" he told her pressing his
lips to the hollow of her neck, sharp whiskers prickling her sensitive
skin, sending goose bumps trailing down her spine.



   "Please let me go, please" she begged her voice breaking.



   The hand roaming over her bottom stopped, "I wont tell you again girlie,
if I have any more of this from you I will hurt you badly, I don't like
hurting little girls, but believe me, I will if I have to" his hand slid
lower and pinched the soft flesh of her inner thigh making her scream out
in pain.



   "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, sorry" she wept.



   "Well that's alright then, let's see if you can behave from now on,
right?" the hand slid around her hip onto her bare belly, fingers testing
the firmness.



   "You girls these days, showing off your bellies and your sexy legs to
everybody, then yelling and hollering when someone as much as touches you"
he was grinding his groin into her bottom as he spoke.  "Are you wearing
titty holders?" he suddenly asked.



   "W, What" Claire stammered.



   "Titty holders, are you wearing titty holders, don't you understand
plain English girl" he grumbled



   "Yes, yes sir, I am" Claire told him.



   "Sir, eh, I like that, you can call me sir from now on" he chuckled
stooping to nuzzle her neck once more, he licked the soft creamy skin.  "So
first of all I think we'll have the titty holders off, I reckon from the
feel of them, you don't really need them yet, so are you gonna stand still
whilst I take them off or do I have to hurt you?" he asked.



   Claire's brain whirled, desperately seeking some escape, what would
happen if she complained?  He would hurt her again, maybe worse than last
time, her thigh still burned from the vicious pinch.  She didn't have any
choice.



   "Yes sir" she told him in a tiny voice.



   The hand on her belly slid up under her halter top, circled around to
her back and deftly flipped open her bra the sudden loosening of her bra
made her tremble, in her mind she knew what was going to happen to her, at
least she thought she did.  Girls in school talked about girls being raped
and Claire knew it would hurt, but she really didn't know exactly what went
on, some girls said the men pushed their thingies into girls pussies, but
that couldn't be right, she had seen pictures of men's thingies and there
was no way that it could fit into a pussy, Claire could only just ease her
one finger into hers, a thumb maybe, she wished her mom had allowed her to
attend the sex education classes in school, but her mom said it was the
work of Satan.  She had been the only girl not allowed to go and the others
had made up wild stories about it to her afterwards.



   "Now I'm going to let your hands go in a minute so that you can take off
your titty holder" he told her.  "Are you going to be a good little girl
and behave yourself?" he asked his hand sliding around to her front to
fondle and squeeze her bare booby.



   Claire let out a strangled sob and nodded her head.



   "Just so you don't get any silly ideas about running off the minute I
let go of your hands" he told her.



   Claire responded quickly afraid he was about to hurt her as a warning.



   "I won't, I promise I won't" she wailed.



   "I know you won't girlie" he soothed "because I'm going to pull your
little shorts down around your ankles so that you won't be able to run" he
told her pushing her shorts down low on her narrow hips.



   Claire let out another anguished wail as they slid down her slim legs to
pool around her ankles.



   "There now, that's not so bad is it?" he told her his hand cupping her
bottom through the thin cotton of her knickers, it was just so
embarrassing!



   Releasing her wrists he ordered her to take off her halter top and she
whimpering softly to herself as she peeled it up over her head then
clutched it to her front to hide her little boobies.



   "Well now, I can't look at your little titties if you hide them, now can
I?" his finger and thumb took hold of a fleshy piece of her bottom, a clear
threat of a painful pinch.  Claire dropped her hands to her sides in
resignation her trainer bra hanging loose around her chest.



   "That's more like it girlie, shoulder back, and stick those cute little
titties out for me to see" he chuckled dragging the bra off to expose her
young dumpling sized breasts totally.  "Very nice" he drawled brushing his
knuckles over the soft pink rosebud nipples.  " just the way I like em" he
told her grinning at her, "never was one for big saggy tits, cute little
girl titties are so much nicer, ever had your boyfriend sucking on these
little beauties?" he suddenly asked as he traced a straight line down
between her boobies to her belly button.



   "I, I don't have a boyfriend" Claire stammered.



   The man stared at her in disbelief.



   "What, a pretty little thing like you not got a boyfriend, I don't
believe it, I bet they are queuing up to get into your knickers"



   "Mom says I'm too young for boys" she found herself telling him.



   "Too young for boys, but old enough to come here, at night all on your
own flaunting your sexy little body?" he chuckled catching her out in her
lie.



   The floodgates opened and she burst into tears.



   The gruff man was surprisingly gentle all of a sudden hugging her and
softly stroking her hair as he comforted her.



   "There, there" he soothed, you just be a good little girl and do exactly
as I tell you and I promise I wont hurt you no more, how does that sound?"
he whispered.  His breath was warm in her ear, oddly comforting and the
hand that had been stroking her hair had slid down to lightly caress her
naked back.



   Claire found herself nodding her head, she couldn't escape, she really
didn't like being hurt so she might as well go along with what he said,
after all, she told herself, she didn't have any option.



   "Come along with me then sweetie pie" he instructed gathering up he
clothing, including her shorts and he steered her along dark corridors
illuminated by a flashlight he took from his pocket and stopped at a small
door.  Inserting a big metal key into a hole in the door he twisted it and
pulled the door open.  It led directly onto a steep stairway that was more
like a wide stepped ladder.  He urged her upwards, a large hand on her
bottom.



   "Such a pretty little bum" he said in a husky voice which sent a sudden
and unexpected tingle of excitement through her tummy, Claire was not used
to being complimented, she was the smallest in her year at school and boys
were far more interested in the girls with big boobs.  She was tempted to
ask where the steps led to but her bottom felt far too exposed with him
right up close behind her.



   At the top she was forced to stop because her way was blocked by a trap
door above her head, and Claire gave a little yelp of surprise when she
felt the man's face press unexpectedly into her bottom, for one terrible
moment she was terrified that he was gong to bite her, but all he did was
rub his face against her bum making her feel all mushy inside.



   "Has anyone ever kissed your little bum hole?" he asked.



   "No" gasped Claire in shocked horror.



   He chuckled and pressed his face forward again, his large prominent nose
pushing into the dividing cleft, "well you will have soon" he told her, his
voice vibrating through her slender frame.  Goosebumps shivered up her
spine as another tingle rippled through her, she wasn't supposed to feel
like this, she was sure, he was a dirty old man who had captured her, hurt
and frightened her and made her undress to her panties, she shouldn't be
getting all excited and tingly, she was supposed to hate it!



   Reaching up above her head he pushed open the trapdoor and as Claire
took another step up, he slipped a finger into the back of her panties and
hooked them down to plant his lips on her bare bum cheek.  A warm soft
mouth surrounded by prickly whiskers, she whimpered, but the tingling
inside her was growing stronger.



   Scrambling through the hatch Claire looked around at her surroundings,
it was some kind of store room, boxes of stuff were stacked in one corner,
some ropes and chains hung from a rafter and in one corner of the room was
a mattress and a couple of old kitchen chairs.  The man climbed through and
closed the trap door, then reaching over to a bank of switches; he turned
off the music and recorded wails and screams.



   "Peace at last" he sighed switching an overhead light on that hurt her
eyes with its brightness.



   Claire was suddenly and acutely aware of her lack of clothing and so,
obviously was he; his eyes literally devoured her, sweeping over her semi
nakedness.  "My oh my, what a cute little bundle you are"



   Self consciously Claire went to cover herself with her hands then
managed to stop herself in time; she really didn't want him angry with her
again.  Her hands fluttered like pale butterflies unsure where to settle.



   "Pull your panties up tight girlie" he ordered.



   Claire was surprised; she had thought he was going to order her to pull
them down, not up.  She clasped her waistband at either side and tugged
them up.



   "More"



   She pulled them up more, feeling the cotton pressing up against her
pussy, the legs cutting into the juncture of her thighs.  Claire looked
down and felt the blood rush to her face, the bulge of her mons was clearly
defined the thin cotton moulding to her flesh like a second skin, she
risked a furtive glance over at the man, he was smirking, as if he was
enjoying a private joke.



   "Very good girlie" he drawled squatting down on his haunches for a
closer look.  Claire stifled a sob.



   "Have you got any hair growing on it yet?" he asked.  Claire's face was
burning!  How could he?, she thought, the one thing above all others that
embarrassed her was the lack of hair on her pussy, salty tears pricked her
eyes and she blinked rapidly in an effort to disperse them.  She shook her
head, unable to utter the word, her throat hurt so much.  His next remark
surprised her.



   "Good" I hate hairy pussies, sweet smooth flesh is so much nicer" he
told her.  He stood up and Claire flinched as he approached her, but he
went past her and picked up a camera from out of a box.  "Hold still sweet
lips I'm gonna take your picture".



   "Like this!" Claire squeaked in alarm.



   "Exactly like that, so hold still" there was an edge in his voice that
rang a warning bell to the young girl, she swallowed hard and nibbled
nervously at her bottom lip as he calmly photographed her near naked form
from various angles including very close up.  "Turn round" he muttered
fiddling with the camera; Claire turned her back to him peering anxiously
over her shoulder.



   "Got to get some shots of that pretty little bum of yours" he chuckled,
push it out for me baby, that's it, a bit more".



   Claire was acutely aware that pulling her panties up high had pulled the
material in between her bum cheeks so he was taking pictures of her
virtually naked bottom.



   "Wh- What are you going to do with the pictures?" Claire risked asking
the question, desperately trying to keep her voice as friendly as possible.



   The man laughed, jerk off to them girlie, when you have gone back home
to mommy and daddy, all I will have left is the memories of such a pretty
little girl, plus the pictures of course.  He snapped another picture of
her and Claire realised that he had probably caught one of her actually
smiling, she wondered what `jerk off' meant, something rude probably she
decided.



   Finally he set the camera down and dragged the mattress out into the
middle of the floor then folded it in half.  "OK now pretty girl, time to
get your little bum hole kissed, I'm not gonna have any trouble from you am
I?"



   Claire realised that she had no alternative, she shook her head.



   "Good girl, now lay your sweet little tummy over the hump of that
mattress" he directed.



   With her body trembling, the young girl laid herself down over the hump
of the mattress.



   "Your not going to smack me are you?" she asked in a tiny nervous voice.



   "Not if you're a good little girl, I'm not" he told her kneeling down on
the floor behind her.  Claire clenched her little fists and pressed them to
the her mouth, she tensed as he urged her slim thighs apart and shuffled
his knees forward, between them, two hands, one on each of her cheeks began
to gently caress.  "You've got real smooth skin girlie" he husked, "smooth
as silk, be a shame to spoil it by smacking it, now wouldn't it" he cooed.



   "Yeth" Claire lisped, the soft stroking of her bum was increasing the
tingle inside her, she really shouldn't be enjoying this, she thought as
her eyes drooped closed.  Her body jerked slightly as his hot lips pressed
onto her cool flesh, then relaxed as he planted soft little butterfly
kisses all over her exposed flesh.  She barely felt him ease her panties
down at the back to expose her pert young bottom with its deep cleft to his
avid gaze.



   "Beautiful" he breathed, warm air fanning the delicate pink rose of her
anus making her shiver.  A wet probing tongue teased down the dividing
cleft and dibbled at her tight little opening.



   Claire sighed, `so dirty, yet so nice' she thought, how could he like
doing something like licking the hole where her poo came out, but it felt
oh, so good!



   "Feels good, doesn't it sweet thing" he murmured as if reading her mind,
his thick spatula like thumbs prised her tight cheeks wider and a broad
flat velvet tongue swiped over her sensitive anus.  The fist holding her
panties down was pressed against the fizzy opening of her pussy and Claire
had an almost overpowering urge to squirm her pussy harder against it, only
her shyness prevented it.  His tongue swept over the swell of her right bum
cheek making her wriggle despite herself.



   "Ticklish" she croaked.  He chuckled and did it again with the same
response; the young girl wormed her warm damp pussy against his knuckles
her slender body convulsing as the alien sensations rippled through her.



   "Well now, this aint so bad now is it girlie" he chuckled rubbing his
knuckle a little harder against the soft moist opening, "I kinda get the
impression that you are getting some nice feelings out of this" slipping
one hand underneath her, palm flat on her firm warm belly he raised her
hips and lapped at the traces of tangy moistness that oozed from her pussy
lips.  Little animal noises emanated from her throat, she hated to admit
it, but he was right, it felt wonderful, she had never experienced anything
even close to this.  True she played with herself sometimes, alone in her
little bed, but not too often and then feeling guilty about doing something
so rude, she would prey to Jesus for forgiveness.  It suddenly dawned upon
her that this time she didn't have to feel guilty, it wasn't her fault, he
was making her do it wasn't he?  She had no choice in the matter!



   He was rolling her over onto her back, the hump in the mattress arching
her hips and her fizzy pussy upwards, slim thighs splayed wide, big warm
hands cupping her bum and a hot wet mouth pressing against her pussy,
tongue slurping and probing.  Claire draped a forearm over her eyes giving
herself to the new sensations that were coursing through her young immature
body sharp whiskers prickling her sensitive inner thighs encouraging them
to part even wider.  A thick stubby fingertip sought out the tight
sensitive opening of her little wet anus and began to probe; the pressure
increased pushing up inside her.



   "Ah" the noise bubbled out of her throat as his thick finger penetrated,
sinking deep inside her burning, uncomfortable, but nice in a funny sort of
way.  She felt a sudden and urgent need to pee and anxiously she tried to
hold back terrified of what he might do if she peed in his mouth.



   "I - need - to - pee" she gasped desperately trying to stop it.



   "No you don't" he husked, his mouth and tongue continuing the
unremitting attack.



   "I do, I do" she wailed.



   "So do it" he mumbled.  Claire could not believe her ears, Do It?  he
could not be serious, pee in his mouth, he would go crazy at her, but it
was coming she could feel it, no matter how much she fought it, it was
going to happen and she would not be able to stop it, he would hurt her for
this, she just knew he would.  The cramps in her tummy suddenly changed to
a soft warm mushy feeling and the fizzing blossomed out to every part of
her body from her curling toes to the roots of her hair.



   "What happened"?  She croaked, her chest heaving as she sucked air into
her lungs.  The man sat back on his haunches and grinned down at her.



   "You really don't know, do you" he chuckled.  His thick finger was still
buried deep in her bottom.



   "She shook her head, embarrassed at not knowing when she probably should
know.



   "Is that the first time you've felt that sweet thing"?  He asked his
voice gentle.



   Claire swallowed hard and nodded.



   The man put his head back and laughed.  "You just experienced your first
orgasm little girl" he told her leaning down he kissed the swell of her
mons, "that's what it feels like to cum kiddo".

   Copyright 2003, Cockney.  ALL Rights Reserved
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   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.



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