"Do you always come to a carny alone?"
I shrugged, which pulled my tank top up, causing it to cup my breasts and bare my midriff. "Sometimes." I wasn't about to tell the guy running the ring toss my life story or that my boyfriend had stood me up. I pulled the tank top down tight over my tits, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lick his lower lip.
I wasn't surprised. Men have always liked my tits. They were round and firm, totally natural 36DDs. My sensitive nipples responded quickly to the tiniest stimulus, and the late evening breeze had turned them to marbles. And I have to admit . . . I like the attention.
I handed him a five. "Let's go again."
He gave me the rings. "Honey, you can go as long as you want. I love watching you bend over to toss."
I grinned. "I bet you do." I leaned over even farther this time, letting the ring fly. It clanged on the bottles and settled.
"Bullseye!" He called, and he hopped off his stool. He glanced again at the bottle. "That gets you one of the big guys." His gazed moved up and over the display of stuffed animals at the back of the booth. "Ah, I don't have one of the good ones out." He nodded behind him. "Come with me to the storage. You like pandas?" He flipped one side of the counter up and motioned for me to join him.
"Prefer sheep dogs if you have one."
He pulled a set of keys out and pointed to a door at the side of the booth. "Got one of them, too." He opened the door and motioned for me to go in. I did, and the door shut, leaving us in the dark.
"Is there a light?"
"More or less." His voice came from my right. "But you won't need it for awhile."
* * *
Yep, I woke up in the dark, with a nasty headache, feeling like an idiot. How brain dead do you have to be, I scolded myself. You followed a strange man into a dark room! I just wasn't thinking, too steamed over the boyfriend to be cautious. I let out a sigh, startled that my breath hissed, and a bit of panic settled over me.
Gag. I tested it with my tongue, and it felt like a bit wrapped in cloth. Damnation. I tried not to pant, to take stock as the fog cleared from my head, to stretch my muscles....
They didn't stretch much. My arms, pulled up tight over my head, felt as if they were caught in hard leather. I pulled...and they rattled. I knew the sound from my kink play with my boyfriend. Cuffs, leather-lined cuffs. A involuntary whimper lodged in my throat. This was NOT good, but it was even worse below the waist. My knees were bent, spread, and held fast, even though my feet dangled free. The binding bit into the flesh above each knee. My butt pressed against something hard, but soft fur brushed up against my bare thighs. The stuffed animals.
The light flicked on, and I jumped, a yelp sounding around the gag. He stood in the door and looked down, a slow smile crossing his face. Behind him, the clangs and shouts of the carnival faded as he shut the door and locked it. "Sweet. Very sweet."
I tried to say something quite foul, but it came out as muffled rage, and he laughed as he squatted beside me. "Fuss away. No one will hear anything over the noise of the midway." He slipped his hand under the tank top and pushed it up over my breasts, his fingers closing hard on both nipples.
I whimpered and he grinned. "I'm on break, so I thought I'd show you a little of what's ahead." I struggled but he ignored me, letting me go long enough to pull a box from beneath a pile of animals. With a pocket knife, he cut off my tank top and cupped my breasts, sighing. "Beautiful." Then he pressed the tip of the knife under one nipple, which sprang to attention at the touch of the cold metal. "I have such plans for these."
I mumbled again but sat very still. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Good girl." He cut my shorts away, then dropped the knife in the box and pulled out two vibrators, along with a tube of lubricant. "As you might guess, I've done this before. You wouldn't believe the girls who come here, showing off their tits, expecting us to ignore it." He smeared lube over both vibrators, then turned them on the lowest setting. "Me and a friend, we do love those tits. We got together, came up with this."
He pushed the crotch of my panties to one side, then pried my slit open with one hand. I squirmed again, bucking in the bonds.
"You're dry now, slut, but you won't be long." His broad, coarse fingers searched for my cunt, and he shoved the vibrator in, making my back arch as the pain shot through my hips and belly. He did the same with the second one, only getting it into my ass took more force, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the searing pain. He tugged my panties back into place. "That should hold them for awhile."
He leaned his face close to mine, then pinched my nipples again, twisting them hard between his fingertips. "Of course, if you get so wet they slide out, we'll know you're ready for our cocks." He pulled my nipples up, stretching them, lifting my tits. "But we'll work on these beauties first." His fingertips tightened and I screeched as pain echoed through my chest.
He dropped them, letting them bounce hard, then slapped them, one after the other, the blows coming harder as I screamed into the gag, tears flowing down my cheeks. His grinned widened as my breasts shook, rocking into each other, with each smack. He hit straight down on the nipples twice, and I struggled, trying desperately, futilely, to get away from the brutal work of his hands. He laughed, switching to my pussy, shoving the vibrators in deeper with two blows.
He stopped. "Just a sample." He stood, snapped the light off, and left.
I felt humiliated and stupid. Even worse, as the pain and heat slowly eased in my chest and hips, the gentle, teasing throbbing between my legs took over. I closed my eyes and tried to block the sensations. I was here against my will! I didn't want to feel any pleasure from this!
Think of horrible things. I try, recalling dead pets, car crashes, rotten meat, my first prom. Anything, anything to get my mind off where I was. The cuts from the knife fight I'd had with a girl in high school, the agony of the stitches as they healed. The first time I'd been slapped as a kid.
Slaps. The sting of his slaps on my breasts had faded to a teasing warmth, a heat that had become less pain than arousal. My boyfriend had slapped my tits once, not as hard, but enough that they had bounced against each other, stimulating me until my nipples had hardened and turned a deep red.
Ahhh! I squirmed in my bonds. Don't think about . . .!
Yet the inescapable low hum of the vibrators reflected the sensations growing steadily between my legs. In contrast to the pain, the vibrators heated my cunt and ass, the low settings teasing me relentlessly. As the minutes past, they did their work, gently arousing without relieving. I could feel my juices begin to flow, to leak out, to soak through my panties. My boyfriend and I hadn't fucked for more than a week, and I'd walked into the carnival horny. Now . . . now I wanted more.
The vibrations continued, and I began to pant around the gag. My hips twisted, trying to urging the damn things deeper, make them go faster. In the chilling night air, my nipples tightened, almost begging for attention. I needed to make them stop, I needed to make them . . .
The light flicked on again, and he was back, the evil grin even broader. Behind him stood a younger, taller man whose eyes widened at the sight of me. "See, Greg. I told you she was a gorgeous, and a real slut. Look at those soaked panties."
I closed my eyes in humiliation, once again try to think of all things horrible. I could not cum for these assholes. Would not.
A finger traced along the waistband of my panties and my eyes flew open again. Greg squatted in front of me, between my spread knees, staring at my breasts. "So beautiful," he whispered. "So worthy to be fucked."
"And she'll love your cock." He leared at me. "Greg's huge. Can't find too many girls who'll take him willingly. One reason we do this."
Greg's finger traced up and over my nipple, and my body shuddered as he pinched and twisted one, then the other. "Hand me the clamps. I need to see her pain."
I shooked my head wildly, screaming into the gag, as his partner pulled the box from beneath the animals again and reached in. Like a surgeon's assistant, he handed Greg the clamps. With great relish, Greg pulled and twisted each nipple before placing the clamps as close to the areola as possible. Partner then handed over two chains with small weights. Greg attached the chains to the clamps and draped the weight up and over the cuffs that held my hands fast to the wall behind me.
A searing agony shot through my breasts and stomach, and my body bucked. All arousal fled from me, which was the opposite effect the clamps had on the men. Behind the cloth of their pants, their cocks began to bulge.
With the weights in place, my breasts were pulled upward by the stretched nipples, and struggling added to the pain. Tears burned in my eyes as I watched Partner hand Greg a small hairbrush. With the bristles turned outward, Greg used it as a paddle, popping me randomly on the breasts, stomach, thighs, ass, and cunt. The pain was a searing fire that seemed to consume me as the blows went from light to hard, then back again.
Their hard-ons grew even larger, and Greg grinned down at his partner's crotch. "You look like you're hurtin', man."
Partner pulled the knife from the box. "Bad. I gotta fuck her."
Greg nodded. "You go first. Leave the vibrator in her ass and turn it up."
I tried to shake my head, but Greg tightened one of the clamps as his partner cut off my panties and pulled the vibrator from my cunt with a slick rush. "You have no say in this, slut." He turned the brush around and hit me between the legs, bristle-side down as his partner dropped his pants and knelt between my legs.
My hips bucked from the pain, spreading to welcome his partner's cock. Partner sank into me hard, his hands grabbing my ass and pressing me hard against his groin. He was average in size, not much larger than the vibrator, but his thrusts were hard and deep, making the weights pull even tighter on my nipples.
Beside me, Greg unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Grabbing my hair, he turned my head toward him. My eyes widened. I'd not been with that many men, just two boyfriends. Neither of them could compare to this cock, which looked to be almost 10 inches long, and as big around as a soda can. "Like what you see?"
I shook my head.
