Alli, short for Alicia, sat in her apartment considering the options. She could study. She could go to the gym and work out. Or, she could accept the invitation from Chad to go with a group of other students to the carnival that had appeared overnight in the field a few miles from the university. She knew she really should study for the exam coming up later in the week, but she was confident that she could pass it easily. She could workout, but this time of the afternoon was when most of the local business men left work and hit the gym. She didn’t relish all the ogling they would give her while she worked out. That left Chad and the carnival.
She was a senior at the small mid-western university. It wasn’t a large school but for a state supported institution it had a decent reputation. Her dad had insisted she get her degree. All she wanted to do was come back to the farm where she had been raised and carry on the family tradition of running the farm, getting married and having a family. He dad had no problem with her plan but he maintained that a business degree was essential even for a family farmer in this day and time.
In high school she had been involved in all the usual activities. She was a cheerleader, involved in future farmers of America showed calves, and was an all around farm girl. She had resisted all the advances from the football players. She was far from naïve, having grown up around a farm with three bothers. Consequently, she arrived at university with her virginity intact and a good enough grade point to claim scholarships that kept her from incurring a load of student debt.
Now, she was less than a year away from graduation. She had never dated anyone steady during her entire time at college. There had been a few interesting young men, but none that caught her fancy. She was more intent on graduating as quickly as possible and going back to the farm. Which left her social life a little on the meager side. However, tonight, the chance to go to the carnival, eat some junk food, and be with a few friends sounded almost like a good idea. She picked up her phone, keyed in a text to Chad, and waited for his response. It didn’t take long to arrive.
I’ll pick you up in half an hour. Everyone else is already on the way and we will meet them there.”
She read the text and hurried to her bedroom to change clothed. She opted for a pair of jeans, a rather baggy sweatshirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. Nothing fancy for going to the carnival. He pulled her long blonde hair into a loose ponytail at the back of her head, grabbed her small purse, and went to wait for Chad.
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Chad arrived in his pickup, and she climbed into the passenger seat. On the short drive to the carnival, they chatted pleasantly about mostly nothing. At the carnival, he parked as close to the gate as he could and they made their way inside. Chad had picked up free passes that had appeared all over campus that morning, so they were quickly through the gate and into the grounds. It only took a few minutes to find their friends clustered around a midway game of toss the ring on a bottle. The carnival grounds were fairly packed since it was the first night the carnival had been open and many of the towns’ people were eager to check it out.
For the next few hours, the group wandered around the carnival. It was a typical traveling show with a good selection of rides from the tame to the terrifying. There were all sorts of games with prizes and lots of sideshow type entertainment around the periphery of the midway. It was a good time and certainly broke the monotony of campus life in a small town in the mid-west.
As they walked around the carnival, they came to the far end of the midway. Here were clustered the rides that promised to be gut=wrenching. Alli declined to ride most of them. She was content to stand and watch the others be tossed, jarred, and turned upside down in the most ludicrous ways. While she waited, she looked around. Dominating the end of the midway was a huge black tent with none of the garish signs on the sides that typified the other sideshow attractions. A simple banner over the entry where a single ticket stand stood read “terrores visio nocturna.”
Alli recognized that the phrase was Latin but had no real idea of the translation. She turned her attention back to the rides and saw that her friends were coming out of the exit. Chad walked toward her.
“What do you want to do? We have been riding a lot and you have just been standing here.”
Alli looked at the others. They were waiting expectantly.
“I don’t know. We could play some more games.”
One of the others chimed in.
“We could do some of the shows.”
The others were a bit less impressed. The option of looking at a two headed calf, a woman who didn’t have any arms or legs, or watching a mentalist read peoples minds seemed a little lame. The guy who had mentioned going to a show looked around.
“What about that one. It looks different.”
Everyone looked in the direction of the huge black tent.
“What the hell does that sign mean?”
One of the other girls spoke up.
“I took some Latin in high school. I think it means nightmare terrors.”
That got everyone’s attention. After a little discussion, they decided to check out this unusual sideshow offering and headed as a group to the ticket booth.
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The gathered around the ticket booth. Inside was a man dressed elegantly in a tuxedo. Alli looked closer at him. It was hard to judge his age. He could have been anywhere between 30 and 60. There were flecks of gray at his temples. His face showed a few wrinkles, but he appeared to be trim and in good shape. His appearance was totally different than the majority of the carnival workers who, by and large, were ill-kempt, overweight, and a bit slovenly in their looks.
The man in the booth explained to them about the attraction. Alli listened to his rich baritone voice. It was obvious he had made this speech many times before. It was smooth and expertly delivered.
“This is a museum of sorts. Inside you will take a self-guided tour of the most extreme things that the human species have invented to cause pain and suffering. If you are at all squeamish, I suggest you not participate in our attraction. If you do wish to continue, at each attraction there are chairs where you can sit while you listen to an explanation of the exhibit. You will be provided with headphones so you can hear easily. Now, who wishes to proceed.”
They all decided to go, and the man began collection money and issuing headphones. Alli noticed that the guys got blue headphones and the girls got pink headphones. As she bought her ticket, she asked the man a quick question.
“Why do girls get pink and guys get blue?”
The man smiled. He had a pleasant smile.
“We tailor the explanations to the listener.”
Alli nodded, took her headphones and adjusted them to her head. She could hear eerie music playing through the headphones. She supposed that was to set the mood for what they were about to experience.
As they entered the door, they found that the interior was very dim and they were in a corridor that lead them through several turns that effectively blocked any outside light from entering. As they rounded a corner, what Alli heard in her headphones changed to a voice. It sounded a lot like the man in the ticket booth. The voice explained at each exhibit they would hear a brief explanation of what they were seeing, how it worked, and when it was used.
Another turn brought them to an area with about a half dozen chairs arranged to look into a small alcove to one side. Inside they could see what looked like a prison cell with an electric chair. On the chair sat a mannequin dressed in a prison uniform. From his head, wrists and ankles wires were attached. Nearby a mannequin dressed as a guard stood with one hand on a huge electrical switch.
The voice in the headphones continued describing the history of the electric chair, the way it was used and the gruesome after affects that often occurred. Alli found it mildly interesting but certainly not that terrifying. When the voice had quit, they moved to the next venue.
They worked their way through the exhibits. Each became progressively gorier. Alli noted that after the second or third one, the subjects of the tortures became female and their clothing rapidly diminished the further into the show they got. She decided that the depiction of female nudity was the real draw of this exhibit.
They finally came to a venue that seemed to depict the final scene from Edgar Allen Poe’s The Pit and the Pendulum. A heavy wooden table on which a naked female figure lay securely strapped was the center of the exhibit. Above her swung a huge lethal looking pendulum, the bottom edge of which looked to be razor sharp. As it swung it seemed to be passing through the woman’s abdomen and blood looked to stream from the wound.
Alli wasn’t too impressed with the depiction but everyone else seemed enthralled. She took a chair to one side as the voice in her headphones began. This time it was different. The words were quieter and almost soothing. She listened, confused at first waiting for the usual description of what was being depicted on the venue. Instead, she heard an almost monotone voice in her head.
“Sit and relax.”
“Relax and listen.”
“Listen and watch the pendulum.”
“Watch the pendulum back and forth.”
The voice continued in the same vein. Alli found herself staring at the pendulum as it glinted in the light, lost in its regularity and it rhythm. She could hear the voice in her head, but paid little attention as she followed the pendulum back and forth in its repeated traverse of the arc it described.
She slowly lost her focus on the pendulum and realized that the rest of her group had moved on. She couldn’t seem to remember what the voice had said about the display. She gathered herself, took one last glance at the exhibit, and moved off hurriedly to find her friends.
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It was late when Alli hopped out of Chad’s pickup and hurried to the door of her apartment. Inside, she looked at the clock. She was aghast at how late they had stayed at the carnival and she knew she had an early class in the morning. She quickly readied herself for bed. She was tired, and it didn’t take long for sleep to find her.
Part Two
Alli pushed through her exhaustion the next day. She managed to make all of her classes. When she got home that afternoon, she immediately collapsed on her couch and fell asleep. I was after dark when she woke, starving to death. She found some leftover pizza in the refrigerator and made meal on that combined with a can of soda from the fridge. Not the most nutritious meal, but it filled her up and satisfied her hunger. She quickly showered and decided that an early night was in her future and she made her way to her bedroom and into bed. She quickly fell asleep.
She slept fitfully, not really resting. Anyone watching would have seen her toss and turn repeatedly. Suddenly, she sat up in the bed. She was staring straight ahead. She swung her feet off the bed and slipped on the sneakers that set near the nightstand. Without changing she walked to the front door. Taking her car keys from the hook near the door, she went out and left the door to her apartment open. At her car, she slipped into the driver’s seat, started the car and backed out of the parking spot.
She drive without looking from side to side or behind her. Her route took her directly to the where the carnival was set up. She parked near the back corner of the carnival in the deep shadows case by the sideshow tents. Walking along the back of the tents she came to the corner of the large black tent near the middle of the back of the midway. A flap in the tent opened and she stepped into the darkness beyond.
Inside the tent, a figure dressed all in black waited. He could hear the crunch of car tires on the gravel. Looking through the slit of the flap in the tent wall, he could see the blonde girl approaching. She was wearing a thin singlet top and a pair of lightweight running shorts. As she approached, he pulled the flap inward. Without hesitation, she stepped inside and stopped. He let down the flap, secured it to the tent pole.
“Follow me.”
He stepped off and Alli followed close behind. She still stared straight ahead and seemed oblivious to where she was. She followed the man ahead of her obediently. After several twists and turns inside the tent, the man stopped and closed another tent flap. Once the flap was closed, he turned on a single dim bulb in the small area inside the tent.
He looked at the woman slowly. She was young, probably in her early twenties. She was average height, perhaps 5’ 6” or so. She was trim and fit. The singlet top did little to hide the full roundness of her ample breasts and the shorts conformed to every curve of her behind. The man nodded to himself approvingly. He spoke quietly to her.
“Take off your clothes.”
She responded mechanically. Pulling the singlet over her head she dropped it on the floor. She pushed the shorts down and kicked them away from her feet. In seconds she stood, totally naked in the dim light.
Grasping her by the shoulders from behind, he steered her toward an apparatus in the room. He positioned her face the piece of equipment and then knelt to attach thick heavy leather straps around her ankles holding her legs spread wide apart. Standing he moved in front of her. Grasping her hair, he pulled her forward, bending her over the padded bar at the top of the apparatus. Her wrists were quickly shackled to the legs of the equipment, leaving her bent almost double totally exposed and vulnerable. From his pocket, the man took a black rubber ball gag. Kneeling beside her once again, he spoke.
Obediently, she opened her mouth and he quickly worked the black rubber ball behind her teeth and buckled the strap behind her head, effectively gagging her and leaving her unable to communicate or scream. He then leaned down close to her ear and spoke again.
“On the count of three you will wake up. One. Two. Three.”
Alli blinked her eyes. She remembered going to bed. She tried to turn over but found she couldn’t move. In seconds she realized her predicament and jerked violently on her wrist restraints. Her mouth was full and it was hard to breathe. She tried to scream but only a muffled sound could be heard. She tried to look around but couldn't see anything but her own legs and a dim light between them. Panic set in and she struggled violently.
Too one side, the man watched, smiling. He so enjoyed watching them struggle when they woke and realized they were bound, gagged, and helpless. He let her struggle for several more minutes. He paid special attention to the way her firm young breasts moved as she struggled. She could see the muscles in her legs and ass flex as she pulled against the leather straps.
In her uncomfortable position, Alli quickly tired and her struggles began to diminish. She couldn’t swallow and spit was soon streaming from around the gag, running up her face and into her hair. She was sweating a bit from the exertion. Fear was her constant emotion as she tried to comprehend where she was and how she had gotten here in this position. Then she heard the voice.
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He watched her. Over time he knew she would tire and her struggles would cease. Fear would still be rampant in her and that was part of what he relished. He would add to that fear in a few moments, once she had settled enough to comprehend what he was going to tell her and what he was planning. However, now, he was content just to watch her and let his own excitement and arousal grow in anticipation of what was in store.
Part Three
Bent nearly double over the wooden bench, Alli was helpless. She could barely move, and she knew she was completely helpless. She had no idea where she was, how she got here, who was with her, or what was happening. It was terrifying and she was sobbing as she continued to pull and struggle against the leather that secured her.
She couldn’t see much. . . If she looked side to side all she could see was blackness. Looking behind her between her spread legs all she could see was more darkness. There was nothing to distinguish where she was. She knew someone was in the area. She could occasionally hear soft footfalls and a shadow would pass in the dim light. She had not heard a sound or a word.
She jumped against her bonds when she felt a hand stroke from her shoulder down her back and over her ass. She craned her head trying to see who was there. She couldn’t speak around the ball gag. Her throat hurt from screaming and if she had not been gagged her voice would almost be gone. She sobbed again.
She jerked again as she felt the hand rub over her ass cheek again and then down the outside of her thigh. All she could see between her widely stretched legs was a pair of dark trousers. She whimpered and the hand came to the inside of her thigh and started to rise. She shook her head violently and screamed a muffled no as the hand ran over her exposed pussy and then stopped. She tried to move her hips to avoid what she feared was coming but couldn’t avoid the finger that forced its way past her labia.
The finger probed and explored her inner most parts and then stopped and probed a bit more gingerly. Then she heard the voice for the first time.
“Well, if this isn’t a surprise. A sexy young thing like you and you are still a virgin. I would neve have imagined that.”
She felt the finger withdrew and for a moment felt a bit of relief. She thought maybe this person would take pity on her and let her go. Then the voice spoke again.
“Well. I won’t take that from you. Let some fresh faced young stud have the pleasure of that. There are other options that I enjoy just as much.”
She breathed out but then caught her breath again as another hand joined the one caressing her thigh. The hands moved to her ass cheeks, and she felt strong thumbs spread her ass cheeks apart. The sudden realization of what “other options” meant set her to shaking her head violently and screaming “no, no, no” past the gag.
Behind her, he looked at her well rounded ass. Stepping back into the shadows, he reached for the object hanging from the canvass wall of the tent. As he stepped back into the light from the dim bulb overhead, it was evident that he was holding a leather slapper about 2 inches wide and 18 inches long. He flexed that leather experimentally and then stepped to one side. He was anticipating her first reaction to that first stroke. It was always such a arousing moment.
He raised the slapper above his shoulder and swung it in a long arc and laid it across both of her ass cheeks. It landed with a resounding crack that filled the small room in the vast tent.
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Suddenly, her ass turned to liquid fire. She could not see what he was doing behind her and the stroke of the leather ac ross her ass cheeks came as a complete and total surprise. The burn across her ass was almost unbearable. Her head came up as far as possible and she tensed against all the bonds holding her. Her scream was involuntarily and escaped around the gag. Spittle cascaded out of her mouth around the rubber ball. It run toward the floor, running into her yes and into her hair.
Behind her, his face was broken by a self-satisfied smile. This was what he relished the most. He looked at her cream colored ass in the dim light and could see the bright red mark left by the slapper. He ran his hand over it. Stepping back, he raised the leather again and laid another stroke aiming it to land just beneath the first one, just above the line of where her ass and her thigh met. His grin broke bigger as she tensed again and screamed agonizingly around the gag again. Spurred by her reaction, he began to methodically work the leather slapper over her ass, up and down her thighs, up almost to her back.
She screamed. She writhed trying to avoid the blows. There was no way to escape. Her ass was on fire. Her thighs belt like that were being cut to pieces. She was having a hard time breathing in her position and with the gag filling her mouth. She had no way of knowing how long the torture lasted or how many strokes had landed on her ass. Finally, she simply collapsed and hung limp unable to react any further to the leather on her ass and thighs.
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He saw her finally go limp. He stopped, tossed the leather slapper toward the side of the tent and walked around her. Reaching down he grabbed a handful of long blonde hair and lifted her head. He had to stoop to see her face. Her hair was matted with spit and sweat. Drool coated her face and he could see that it had run into her eyes and up her nose. He smiled. He found this almost as erotic as the sight of her now red and bruised ass and thighs.
Her eyes were slits and her breathing was ragged as she struggled to get enough air through her nose. He dropped her head and stepped back. He checked his watch. He could wait a few more minutes to allow her time to recover a bit and come back to consciousness. His hand rubbed the bulge in his pants in anticipation of what was coming next.
He saw her head move and again picked her head up by her hair and looked. Her eyes were now more fully open, and he could see a bit of recognition. Dropping her head again, he walked back around behind her, unzipping his trousers as he went. His long hard rigid cock sprang out and he grasped it. Stepping behind her ass, he looked down at his handiwork. Her ass and thighs were a deep crimson and bruises were starting to form. He ribbed his free hand over her ass as he stepped closer. Leaning down just a bit, he spread her ass cheeks again and then dropped a large wad of spit directly on her asshole. Standing again, he placed the head of his cock at the tight young opening.
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Allis was only about half cognizant. She saw a face upside down but it was blurry and hard to focus. Her head dropped and she couldn’t muster the strength to move it or even look to the side. She could see back through her spread legs and watched as his trousered legs moved in behind her again. She felt his hands and then something cool hit her asshole. When she felt the head of his cock, she realized his intent and began to sob uncontrollably. She no longer had the strength of will to struggle.
She felt him as he pushed forward and down. She groaned loudly as her asshole began to stretch. The pain was searing but in comparison to the burning of her ass, it was almost indistinguishable. Her sobbing continued as she felt his cock stretcher her to the limit and then the rim of his cock head popped into her ass. She felt hands on her waist and then he slammed forward, driving the remaining length of his cock deep into her. That elicited another scream.
He watched as his cock stretched her ass and it opened to accommodate the diameter. When the widest part was past her sphincter he paused., grabbed her waist and then used his legs to drive his hips forward. The complete length of his cock rammed deeply into her and he heard her scream again in response.
Without stopping he began a violent and vigorous fuck of her ass. He was past worrying about her reaction, her screams, or her muted begging. All he wanted now was to satisfy his own urges, fill her ass with cum, and send her on her way. To that end, he pounded away at her helpless ass until he shuddered hard and spent his entire load of cum deep into her bowels. Pulling his cock from her ass, he took one more look, pausing to wait until he saw the thin stream of cum start to trickle from her ass. He smiled, pleased and satisfied.
He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his cock before rearranging his clothing. He tossed the handkerchief to one side and walked back around her and knelt. Leaning down he spoke softly, his voice becoming monotonous and in a few seconds, her body relaxed. He continued to speak for several minutes. He unbuckled the gag and removed it from her mouth. Next he unbuckled the restraints on her wrists and them moved to free her ankles. He reached forward, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. She stood, shakily.
“Put on your clothes.”
She moved mechanically and retrieved her shorts and shirt from where they still lay on the floor of the tent. She stepped into her shoes but didn’t bother to tie the laces. She stood up again, her face impassive.
“You will remember nothing of tonight. Remember that this is all a blank. Nothing will be recalled except that you went to bed and woke up. You will have no recollection of being here, of seeing me, or of how you received the marks. Go home and go to bed.”
She moved almost immediately, and he opened the tent flaps for her. He stood in the shadows of the tent, watching until she got in her car and it pulled away headed back to the road. Turning closed the tent flap. He checked his watch. From his pocket he pulled a cell phone, dialed a number and spoke.
“Call the crews. Break the carnival down. I want to be on the road by daylight.”
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The next morning Alli woke. She moved to swing her legs out of bed and shrieked with pain. Rolling to one side she looked at her ass and thighs which were now a multicolored mixture of blacks, blues, yellows, and deep red marks. Her ass cheeks and thighs were tender to the touch. She tried to remember what could have happened to leave her in this condition.
What the hell. What happened. I wasn’t like this when I went to bed.
Her bladder was complaining so she gingerly stood up and went to the bathroom. She peed and when she wiped with the tissue she grimaced again. Her asshole was raw and tender as well. She looked at the tissue and saw a pink streak on the paper.
Jesus. What happened to me. I can’t remember anything but going to bed last night.
She looked at the clock. She usually met most of her group of friends for breakfast at the student union building so she struggled to put on some clothing and was soon at the cafeteria. Everyone was there, laughing and chatting. She got her food and then sat gingerly on the chair. She had chosen a pair of jeans to hid the backs of her thighs. The material of the jeans chaffed the bruises and welts and she winced slightly.
She didn’t talk much, concentrating on her coffee. She only nibbled at her breakfast. The conversation continued around her until Chad turned to her.
“Are you ok?”
She nodded.
“I’m just feeling a little under the weather.”
Chad looked at her face.
“You look like you don’t feel well. I guess going back to the carnival tonight is out of the question.”
One of the other students overheard and chimed in.
“Don’t bother. They are gone. When I drove into campus this morning, the whole field is empty. They apparently loaded up and left last night.”
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