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The following story is fiction. It is intended for consenting adults. It
may contain any and all sexual perversions. If you are offended by sex
stories, you don't belong here. All characters are fictitious and any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

This work is copyrighted 2003 by Rod Ramsey. License is given for end
user to make one copy for personal use, without modification. No website
or publisher that charges a fee for access or distribution shall use
this work without prior written consent of the author. Free archives may
store and distribute this work, provided this disclaimer and copyright
notice remains attached. 

If you like the story or have constructive criticism please feel free to
let me know at rod_ramsey@yahoo.com. 



Journey Through the Funhouse (M/f, rape, torture)



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
approched 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 sqeak escaped her, "Oh, sorry you startled me. I thought
I was alone in here." 

Sara figited, 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
your 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,
effectivly 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 the 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 whailed 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 painfilled 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. Aparently 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, criscrossing 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 whiping 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 painfull 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 masive 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
painfull 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
consiousness. 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 toolchest.

"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. Sneeking 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 
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