Muddy brown eyes watch the scene as it unfolds. A dark smirk plays on the woman’s lime green lips. Long fingers twirl at one of her pig tails, black hair streaked with neon blue. She wears a tight Jesters outfit, complete with a ruffled collar and bells. She chuckles wickedly as the freaks drag a squirming figure into the open pavilion tent and tie the poor thing up to the center pole. A wind blows through, causing the flaming torches to flutter, the fires in the metal trash barrels spit and rise up like fingers eager to consume. Dust billows from the soft dirt as the freaks trample about, cackling, jeering, slapping, pinching, and teasing the wriggly girl. She cries and screams, trying to tug her hands out of the tight bonds, her expensive clothes are ripped and torn away, leaving the Heiress to Daddy’s Fortune naked and beaten, and just like the rest of the poor people she enjoyed stepping all over.
Karlie stands from her throne, well, it isn’t really a throne, it’s a big chair someone bought at a yard sale, but she likes it. She lopes slowly about her band of freaks. The ugly, the crippled, the misshapen, the outcasts…the evil dregs of society, her people, her followers. Karlie sniffs the air and chuckles, “The night is ripe!” she announces to her people. Her words send them into frenzy, screaming, dancing, and pushing at each other. They bite and lick at the young woman’s flesh, heedless of her pleas for help.
Karlie sits back into her throne and watches as her freaks have their fun with the pretty little woman. She grins hungrily as they break out in a lustful dance, fucking each other, raping the woman. They bite harder, her screams echo through the entire carnival, but none who would help her can hear. The little boyfriend, the one with the expensive car, lies in Karlie’s trailer, bound tightly and waiting for the mistress. He pisses himself as he listens to the painful screams of his girlfriend.
Flesh rips as the freaks bite into the yowling woman, eating anything that spills out, drinking down her blood as if it were wine. Karlie grins her maniacal grin and glances to the side as she notices the biggest, ugliest, and smelliest freak in her band approach her. He grins; it looks as if someone injected his lips with some kind of purplish sludge. His head is lumpy, and yet he keeps it shaved. His body is almost pure muscle, though he’s never been known to work out. Blood coats the front of his pants, though his shirt remains dry. Karlie giggles and nods to him, “Hey there Wimpey, I see you’re spreading your diseased seed around tonight. Got yerself a new girlfriend?”
He stops at her side; clearly he is her enforcer, though she doesn’t really seem to need one. He gives her nod and cracks his large knuckles, “Yeah, fuckin’ bitch invited me in. Left the door all wide open ‘n shit. Pretty brunette. You’da liked her,” he shrugs, “but I had to open her up there at the end, the look on’re face was a pure orgasm.”
Karlie laughs and punches his massive shoulder, “Good for you, you little stud. My little boy…is growing up.” They share a chuckle as they watch the gruesome scene before them, the girl is no longer screaming, her glassy eyes stare up at the flame lit tent, that is until someone scoops them out and eats them like grapes.
Karlie and Wimpey walk along the darkened carnival grounds together. He is a good two heads taller than she is, but she has a dancers’ grace, flowing easily at his side, bells tinkling with each step. “I’m going to have my own private party with the boy; you’ll make sure we won’t be interrupted, right?” Karlie glances up at Wimpy as she speaks to him.
He answers her with a single nod and smiles, “Was a good night, wasn’ it? You think we might be closer to…?” He trails off and quails at the harsh and angry look Karlie gives him.
“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know Wimpey. Haven’t I told you to stop asking about that? For fuck’s sake! You know how much it hurts me that it’s gone! Why do you continue to ask?”
He frowns deeply; it makes him look even more ugly, and gives her a shrug with a mumbled “Sorry”
Karlie huffs, and Wimpey almost whimpers, he hates to see her upset, to see such a beautiful woman angry, and hurting, a woman he actually likes, maybe even loves. He almost reaches out for her hand, but she walks on ahead to her large trailer, and leaps gracefully up the steps, the door bangs shut as she enters. A moment later the door opens and Karlie nearly growls, “He fucking pissed MY bed! Who the fuck left him tied up on my mother fucking bed!? Wimpy! Take him to the showers and clean him up!” She steps down from the steps and takes in a deep breath, her hands lift to her throat and seem to glow a dark red, she yells into the night, “I had better see three of the red division at my trailer in one minute or I will kill all of you!” She takes in a deep breath and her hands lower, the glowing had stopped.
Wimpey had covered his ears when he saw what Karlie was about to do, he hates her Mighty Roar, it makes him want to piss himself. Karlie paces in front of the door as she waits, and catches her breath. Wimpey scurries inside the trailer and looks down at the scared man, though gaged, he tries to scream and plead with the ugly giant, Wimpey smirks and lifts him the scruff of his neck and caries him away to the showers. On his way he passes three of the freaks, all dressed in red shirts, running to Karlie. She orders them to clean her room and to get rid of the smell of piss.
Wimpey enters a dark and mildew scented room, when the lights turn on it becomes a small bathroom in a tent, two shower stalls, and two bathroom stalls. Everything is made to be easily broken down and moved. Wimpey tosses the sobbing man to the side, letting him land on the dusty, cold ground and turns on one of the showers, it turns very hot very quick, “Now, there’s really on’y two functions to these showers, really hot, or really cold. Now, ‘cause I like ya, I’m gunna let ya use the hot, even if it costs the boss a lil’ extra money.”
Wimpey unties the man and removes the soiled clothes. The man is smaller, and terrified, he doesn’t even try to run, there’s only one way out and the big ugly man is blocking it, so he slumps into the shower stall, still crying. He touches the water and jumps back with a yelp, “This will burn my skin! Can’t….I just…please, don’t make me” He steps from the stall and moves towards Wimpy.
The large man grins and cups the other man’s neck, then shoves him back into the stall and holds his body under the almost scalding water. He screams and tries to pry Wimpey’s fingers from his neck, but it does no good, and eventually he gives up and slumps. Wimpey finally lets him go and stands back, grinning oddly to the young man, his large hand rubs at something huge and moving in his pants. The man’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’s seeing, he turns his head, to keep from looking at the sickening man.
He washes as fast as he can, and even though he tries to keep from looking down, he finds his eyes wandering to pitched tent in Wimpey’s pants. He groans and wishes he was back in Karlie’s trailer, waiting for whatever she wanted to do with him. He turns his back and that’s when he feels the large hand cup at his ass, he hears a zip and gulps, “No, oh please no, I…I…”
Wimpy shoves the man’s face against the shower pipe, burning hot from the small portable water heater, it sears his skin. He screams and tries to push away, but Wimpy is too strong. He feels the large hard penis press between his legs, the head of it rubbing along his scrotum. “You don’t say no to me bitch, you jus’ don’t. You hear me? If the Boss lady didn’ want you back tonight, I’d have you right here.”
The pressure against the back of his neck disappears as Wimpey backs off, shaking the water off of his arms and squeezing out his clothes, “Hurry up, she’ll wan’ you back soon”
With his cheek throbbing, the man finishes with the showers, quiet and subdued after Wimpey’s little lesson. Wet and naked, Wimpey forces the man to walk back to the now clean trailer. Karlie steps out and grins, much more at ease. She opens the door and lets Wimpey toss the man onto her bed. “Thank you Wimpey dear. Stick around and listen, I might not even be mad if you want to peak.” She winks and steps inside, ready to work her magic on this poor man.
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