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Archive name: funhouse.txt (M/f-teen, rp, v, tort)
Authors name: Rod Ramsey (rod_ramsey@yeahright.net)
Story title : Journey Through the Funhouse
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Journey Through the Funhouse (M/f-teen, rp, v, tort)
By Rod Ramsey (rod_ramsey@yeahright.net)
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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.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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