"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 . . .
