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Part One - Part Three
A moment later the girl on the last table cried out, her toes curling in orgasm. Jill watched as the booth master went and freed her legs, then helped her off the table. The girl who had been doing the licking then laid down in the spot her lover had just vacated and allowed the booth master to lift each leg, securing them wide apart.
Then the booth master came back for Jill. He pulled her over to the side of the tent first, which confused Jill. He opened a box and pulled out a trio of clamps. Jill’s eyes widened and she wanted to protest as he flicked her left nipple hard and then attached the metal clip to her flesh. Jill bit her lip as the man placed a second clip on the other side of her chest. The metal clamps didn’t bite down as hard as the clothespins had, and in fact were only lightly attached. Still, a soft shake of her bosom didn’t dislodge them.
“Spread your legs, girl.” The booth master said, reaching down. To Jill’s shock he placed the final clamp on her clitoris. Jill grimaced in discomfort but didn’t say anything. The booth master smiled up at her and then pointed to a chair. “Lean over that with your ass in the air.”
Jill gave him a curious look but a glance back at Jack’s smiling, warm face made her comply and she waddled over to the chair. The clamps on her chest had little wires sticking out of them, as did the one between her legs, but she didn’t know what they were for. Then the booth master stepped up behind her.
“I’ve put some conductive gel on this, so it should go in easily,” he said. Then Jill felt him press something up against the small brown button of her bottom.
Jill gasped but her training from Castleberry Farm held her firm. Like most of the girls there she had never really enjoyed the anal sex play they’d been required to engage in, but admittedly it had been a thorough regime. Jill had taken her first anal plug at a tender age and each week during her enema session she’d been asked to back herself up against the suction cup dildo on the tile wall of the bathroom and impale herself anally. Some of the other girls had really enjoyed it, even taking things to the point where they would use some of the recreational toys for the same thing. It had even been a way of pranking someone. Flip your friend over and slide a greased plug in their bottom.
Jill tried to relax and accept the plug. It was clearly designed to stay in once it was seated and she felt herself close up around the base. She felt something tickle her thigh but before she could wonder about it the booth master touched her again. Something slick, thick, and very hard was pushed into her sex and Jill gasped at the sudden penetration. She groaned as she pushed back and the booth master twisted a screw at the base of the phallus.
“There,” he said, patting her bottom. “That will stay in now no matter what you do.” He rose to his feet and gave her rump another light spank. “Now stand up, girlie.”
Jill pushed herself up off the chair and watched as the booth master rolled over a small cart. On the top was an electrical device and several coils of black and red wiring. Jill watched with growing concern as he began to run the wires to all three of the clamps.
“What are those?” Jill asked timidly.
The booth master glanced up as he attached two more wires to the anal plug. “What?” He laughed. “Oh, it’s just what I like to call the ‘tickler’. Don’t you worry none. You just keep your focus on making the girl you’re licking cum as fast as possible.”
Jill nodded, a sudden surge of fear spreading through her middle. The booth master climbed back up to his feet. “There. All wired up.” He went to the machine and fiddled with the dials. “Okay, I’m going to turn them on. Just to level one, so you can adjust to it.”
Jill bit her lip, totally unsure of what to expect. She watched the man flip a toggle switch and then she gasped as her eyes widened. Both of her nipples had felt an odd tingle. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it was very, very strange. Then the same sensation came from her clit. The sensation was twice as intense there and while her nipples had tingled, it felt more like someone was sucking on her clit. Then the tingling crawling sensation slid inside her and her pussy tightened hard on the phallus in her depths. Her bottom followed suit and then her nipples began to tingle again.
“What… what is it?” She asked breathlessly.
“Electricity. TENS Unit. Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator,” the booth master said with a laugh. “Don’t worry. Won’t cause no permanent damage, at least not on the setting your master has requested.”
“Level 5,” she said perfunctorily, remembering exactly what Jack had said.
The booth master nodded. “Good memory. But we’ll get to that once you’re in position. Now come on. Stay with the cart.” He began pushing the cart that held the TENS Unit. The extension cord followed along behind him and he led Jill to the last table.
The girl on the table wasn’t smiling, and in fact she looked like she was in pain. Jill’s eyes widened when she realized that a pair of toothed clamps had been attached to the blonde’s nipples, the teeth digging in deep. Another clamp was positioned over the girl’s clitoris, but instead of clamping it directly, it was set behind it, forcing the tender little nub out.
“Heh, forgot about that. Lucky for you I guess,” the booth master said. “I’d focus on her clit as much as possible.” He pushed Jill down on the foam pad at the foot of the table. “Start licking girlie.”
Jill nodded. The pink folds in front of her beckoned and she leaned forward, trying to ignore the still tingling sensation of the electricity as it crawled through her. She gently extended her tongue and began lapping at the bound blonde’s clamped clitoris but instantly knew that even the light touch of her tongue was painful. The girl was shaking. Jill paused momentarily, but then moved downward, working on the inflamed labia. Clearly this girl had undergone the same sort of torment that Jimmy had inflicted on Penny, though Jill didn’t see any signs of the strap. Maybe she had ridden that strange massager coaster? Jill moved down even lower and with a trick she learned at Castleberry Farm, began licking the girl’s bottom opening.
It was a minute later when Jill realized that the tingling in her breasts had changed. There was a harsh element to it and she guessed that the level must have gone up. She wondered if this was level five, but it sort of felt as if someone was pinching her nipples. Not too hard, but certainly enough to get her attention. Then the electricity went down between her legs. It was much more acute as it flashed across her clitoris and she gasped, her hips beginning to churn in response. Then the phallus in her sex, followed by the one in her ass, both seemed to expand painfully, returning to their natural size only a second later.
Jill blinked, trying to recover from the flash of hurt but then her nipples joined the fray, a sensation that she could only describe as hot needles being pushed through each sensitive tip of her breasts.
“Lick her,” Jill gasped and jammed her face back into the spread blonde’s sex. Despite the growing pains in her tits, ass and sex, Jill focused hard. She worked the girl from top to bottom, leaving her clit alone for most of it but returning every little bit to send another shiver through the woman. As Jill licked and sucked and drove her tongue deep into the blond she had to continually focus and not get distracted by the painful hot jolts frying her nipples and clit, or by the bursts of shard like energy working within her.
For a moment she worried that the electricity might harm the baby she might be carrying and she realized she should warn Jack so that he didn’t try anything like this again to her, at least not until she wasn’t pregnant again. That wouldn’t leave him much of a window, since breeders usually were impregnated within three months of their last birth. Still, she’d be more than willing to open herself up to him and…
The blond suddenly screamed out loud, her legs kicking as the orgasm that Jill had wrought within her blossomed. A burst of cum exploded out of the girl’s pussy and splashed across Jill’s face, eliciting a gasp. A moment later the booth master arrived and he began releasing the girl’s legs. He also removed the clamp on the girl’s clit, moving up to her nipples.
“Please sir? The electricity? Can you turn it down?” Jill begged, reaching up and tugging on his arm.
The booth master looked down at her. “Sorry girlie, but it stays on. In fact, your master told me to boost you up to seven once you were tied down and getting licked.”
Jill’s face went white as her eyes widened. “But… but… I might be…” she whispered.
The booth master gave her a sympathetic look, totally misunderstanding her. “Don’t you worry none though miss. I have to take the clit clamp and the vaginal probe out of you for the licking. So it won’t hurt quite as much.”
He lifted the blond up off the table and nodded at Jill. “Now you just climb up there and I’ll be back in a moment to get you all done up.”
Jill let out a half choked sob but nodded obediently. If this was what Master Jack wanted then she would suffer for him. She stood up and then laid down on the short table. Her legs hung off the end but the change in position didn’t change the growing agony that blossomed in order through her nipples and clit, then into her womb and ass.
The booth master came back and it only took him seconds to get her feet secured and her legs spread wide. Simple Velcro straps secured her wrists to the table by her head. He fiddled with the TENS Unit and Jill realized that the pain in her sex and on her clit had disappeared. He bent over and she felt pressure, then she knew that the phallus inside her slit had been pulled clear. She groaned, blinking tears away. The booth master put the goo covered phallus on the cart next to the clit clamp and then he fiddled with the dials.
Agony blossomed in Jill’s tits and ass as both sets of clamps and the anal plug surged into life. Hot needles seemed to crawl across her skin and her back arched painfully as she lifted herself up.
“Sorry about this, girlie. But he did say level seven,” the booth master said apologetically, patting Jill’s thrashing body.
Jill didn’t even feel it at first when a delicate tongue tried to lick her between the legs. All Jill felt was the pain. Her breasts felt as if someone had dipped them in hot lead. Her bottom was clenching involuntarily as what seemed like sharp spikes speared outward from the plug, perforating her insides. But then the girl at the end of the table latched onto Jill’s clitoris, sucking hard and working her tongue back and forth across the little nodule. Jill arched again, but this time not just with the searing pain of the electrical current flowing across her nipples and in her loins. It was the intense stimulation of her clitoris. Her brain registered the pleasure, the feeling of sweet bliss, but got it confused with the hurt. Jill shook, her toes curling as waves of sensation smashed through her. She couldn’t tell where the pain began and the pleasure ended.
Her orgasm came as a shock and she screamed out in rapture as the girl between her legs continued to nibble and chew on Jill’s clitoris. Everything seemed to stop and she drew in a ragged gasp. Then, just as suddenly, the pain stopped. All of it. All at once, leaving just the soft mouth on her nethers. Jill groaned.
“Well done, girlie. I knew ya had it in ya,” the booth master said, unclipping Jill’s nipples first before drawing that anal plug out of her bottom. His strong fingers released her bare feet and he helped her to sit up. Jill looked down and saw the concerned face of a cute little red head with freckles across the bridge of her nose.
“Are you alright?” the redhead asked. Jill blinked. The pain was a fading memory and to her surprise, she felt relaxed in a way she would never have expected.
“Uh. Yeah. I guess I am,” she said. “Could you hand me my flip flops?” She asked. The redhead smiled and reached over to where the white footwear had fallen. She handed them up to Jill who put them on her delicate feet. Jill climbed down gingerly from the table and watched as the redhead climbed on. As she followed the booth master she saw Penny on the third table. A very eager brunette was devouring the braided brunette’s pussy and Penny was clearly loving every second of it. The booth master led her to the end of the counter where she fell into Jack’s arms.
“Why?” She blubbered, suddenly bursting into tears. Jack stroked her hair, holding her as she cried. “That might have hurt…” she let out a hiccup. “Hurt the baby.”
Jack blinked. “The baby? What baby?”
Jill looked up at him in astonishment. “Your baby. You made love to me!”
Jack gave her a look of total bewilderment. But then he began to put things together. “Oh! And you think…” his voice trailed off.
Jill blushed crimson and looked down. “I’m sorry. I just… I mean… use me anyway you want, Master. But please spare your child? Just in case I am carrying?”
The corner of Jack’s mouth curled up into a smile and his hand cupped her chin. Gently he pulled it upward and kissed her on the mouth. “So be it.”
Jill seemed to melt in his grasp and she clung to him. “Thank you so much, Master!” She held him as they waited for Jimmy and Penny. About five minutes later Penny came out looking much more relaxed and she went up to Jimmy and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“For what?” Jimmy asked in surprise.
Penny shrugged. “For not making that a trial, like what Jill endured.”
Jimmy snorted. “That? It cost a shitload of extra money.” Penny’s smiled faded and she shook her head. Jimmy grabbed her hand and said “Come on. I’m getting horny and need relief.” Jill looked up at Jack and he nodded. Then they followed along after Jimmy, who clearly had a destination in mind.
The walk was only moderately awful for Jill. The closeness of Jack helped, but as they moved further down Spunk Street the tents and their torments became darker. One booth had a row of sybians where the rider’s feet were drawn up and tied tightly in place so that a mechanicalized whip could be brought down on the girl’s bare soles. Jill knew that orgasm was the only thing that would end the cruel punishment. Another booth had a row of girls kicking, their toes a few inches off the ground, tied up by their breasts only. Jill shuddered at the sight of the dark blue and purple mounds. Still a third booth had a number of girls wrestling in what looked like chocolate pudding, each of them trying to stuff massive dildoes into their opponents slits.
“Is everything here sex related?” Jill asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” replied Jack, “Though the next aisle is all about toys to purchase.”
Jill bit her lip. “I think I’d rather walk down that one.”
Jack laughed. “On the contrary, they ask for volunteers and some of those toys are even more cruel and wonderful than the ones on Spunk Street.”
The next booth had a sign across the front entitled “Spice and Nettles. Jill peeked in, watching as one brunette’s feet were kicked apart and quickly bound open. She was forced to grab hold of a steel ring hovering in the air in front of her and then her hands were bound to the ring. Another man came up, wearing a thick and heavy glove, a bundle of green, leafy plants in his hand.
“Oh my,” Jill said quietly. Then the man began swatting the bound brunette’s breasts. She cried out immediately and Jill couldn’t figure out why. The brunette’s body began jerking back and forth, trying to get away from the plants, but the man wasn’t even hitting her hard. Just as the man began bringing the leaf covered stems up between her legs, Jill realized that the girl’s breasts had suddenly swelled, covered in a spread, inflamed, crimson colored rash. Jill gasped as the girl twisted in agony.
“Nettles,” Jack explained. “Each plant has these tiny barbs on the leaves, sort of like tiny hollow glass needles. Each are filled with a toxin that burns the skin. She’s going to be in agony for days, presuming she’s allowed to live that long.”
“My God, that’s horrible!” Jill exclaimed.
“Is it?” Jack said curiously. “Her master clearly thinks she needs to be punished and the toxin will get cooked out in any event. So why is it horrible?”
Jill’s mouth opened and she tried to think of a reason besides “it would hurt so much!” Finally she shook her head.
“Here it is!” called out Jimmy from a few feet away. Jack and Jill moved away from Spice and Nettles and looked at the tent Jimmy was pointing to.
It was called “The Swing” and was a large tent. Inside were individual pallets. On each pallet lay a man, most of them completely naked. Hanging above them in a strange swing, bound immobile, were girls. Jill watched in amazement as one girl was lowered so that her sex just barely touched the cock beneath her. Then the man reached up, grabbed her, and pulled her down.
Jill couldn’t imagine what a penetration like that might feel like, but after a moment she realized that the girls in the tent were permanent attractions and that she wouldn’t be swapped out. Still, it was intriguing. There was absolutely no contact between the woman and man except the penetration itself. The girl began bouncing, clearly a part of the harness.
Jack looked on with a whimsical expression. “I admit that does look relaxing,” he said. “But I’m happy with my Jill right now.”
Jimmy gave him a grumpy look. “Well I’m doing it.”
Jack looked at Penny. “What do you want me to do with her?”
Jimmy shrugged. “I don’t care. Go hang her by her tits for all care. Or tie her to a public sapping tent. Spread her legs wide too so they know where to hit her.”
Penny’s face went white as Jimmy walked off.
Jack blinked and looked over at Penny who held up her hands.
“Hey, don’t do me any favors,” she said.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I realize that Jimmy is not exactly a shining example of gentlemanly behavior. But I must say that your attitude needs some serious adjustment.”
Jill shifted uncomfortably. She too thought Penny was a bit… forward.
Suddenly Jack smiled. “I won’t tie you to the sapping post. Especially since you’ve already had that cute cunt of yours well strapped. But I think something to remind you of your place is a good idea.” He grabbed Penny’s arm and a moment later he pushed her up to the Spice and Nettles. Penny began crying, but instead of forcing her over to the nettles' side, he approached the other man. Jill stayed close, curious but frightened.
“Good morning to you, young master. And how can I spice up your day?”
Jack put his hand on the back of Penny’s neck. “This little scrumptious morsel needs a bit of spice. Perhaps on her nipples and clit please.” The man nodded as Jack passed over a few dollars.
“Any particular flavor?”
Jack shrugged. “I just want her to know it’s there.”
The man nodded and came back with a small bottle. Penny stared at it, then looked away. He pulled out a small, wet paint brush, and then dipped it into the bottle. “Hold still girlie. You’ll like the scent of this I suspect. Mint and lemon.” Then he began brushing some sort of sticky oil on Penny’s nipples. It only took twenty seconds and then he bent down and dabbed a fresh dollop of the sticky oil on her clit.
Penny stared resolutely ahead and Jill studied her carefully. Was she feeling anything? It didn’t look like it. Maybe the oil didn’t have an effect? But then Penny’s steel expression began changing. Little flickers of pain flashed across her face and then she began grimacing.
“Stings like the dickens, doesn’t it?” The man said knowingly.
Penny tried to hold it together for another ten or fifteen seconds, but then gasped and Jill watched as a few tears escaped from her eyes. Penny reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard even as her entire body began to fold. She squatted down, gasping for air. The man looked up at Jack. “She’ll be alright in just a minute, once she adjusts. Don’t let her touch her eyes if she gets the oil on her fingers. She’ll be blinded for over an hour in extreme agony. That’s why we make it so sticky. Dries very, very fast and you can see the crust.” He looked over at Jill. “And how can I enliven this little one’s day?”
Jack glanced at Jill whose eyes widened in alarm. “Maybe something not quite so debilitating, and in orange?” asked Jack.
“Master?” Jill asked in shock. Jack grinned.
“Easy girl. You aren’t being punished. You are being,” he paused with amusement. “Enhanced.”
The man returned with another pot and a fresh brush and Jill felt Jack’s hand on her bottom, pushing her forward. “Please anoint her nipples, clit and anus,” Jack said, which sounded like an even greater cruelty too Jill. The man holding the pot grinned.
“Absolutely, sir.” Then he dipped the brush into the bottle and raised it up. “You’ll enjoy this, girl.” He began painting her nipples. The oil was a little more fluid than the stuff that was affecting Penny, who was still crying, holding the squatting position. It flowed over her nipple and areola and then the man painted her other breast. A fresh dip into the pot brought the brush down to her clitoris and Jill gasped, thrusting her hips forward as the man teased her, brushing her clit and labia, circling her entire pussy. Waves of pleasure washed over her and it took her a moment to realize that her nipples were tingling. It was the strangest sensation, as if someone were holding a vibrator to the tips of each breast. And maybe blowing cool air over them as well.
“Now turn around and bend over like a good girl?” The man asked.
Jill did as ordered and she bent over, touching her toes. She felt fingers against her buttocks and then the paint brush touched her anus, running round and round in soft rings, as if someone were giving her a rim job. She began moaning and as the tingling spread across her sex and over her perineum, her chest began to heave with need. Jack tapped her shoulder.
“Stand up please. And perhaps you might give Penny a hand as well.”
Jill straightened. Her entire body tingled and what she really wanted to do was drag Jack off somewhere private and ride him until those needs she was now feeling were satisfied. She took a deep breath, which actually didn’t seem to help, and then glanced down at Penny. Penny’s tears had stopped and she was looking up at her. Jill leaned over and held out her hand and Penny took it.
“Gave you the easy one, huh?” She asked, glancing down at Jill’s body. She sniffed. “Citrus?” Jill nodded. The oil the man had put on Jill was clear. The stuff on Penny’s nipples was a strange yellowish color and reeked of lemon. Penny stared at Jill. “You know, I wouldn’t mind sharing,” she hissed, taking her hand and rubbing her clit painfully. Then, before Jill realized what Penny meant to do, Penny brought her hand up between Jill’s legs.
Where it was caught by Jack. His fingers tightened hard around Penny’s wrists. “Some torments are to be shared,” he said harshly. “Others are to be born alone.”
The spice master handed Jack a paper towel and he cleaned off Penny’s fingers. “Touch her without my permission and you won’t need to worry about what Jimmy does to you.”
Jill, who stood there twitching, her body tingling and trembling with overwhelming need, watched silently, her eyes wide with adoration. Jack was amazing! He’d saved her. Jack pushed Penny out of the tent and grabbed Jill’s hand, pulling her after.
He glanced down the concourse before looking back at Penny. “Let’s cut over to the toy aisle before I take Jimmy’s word and really hang you up by your tits.”
Penny gave Jill a frightened, petulant glance but then nodded. Jack turned and led Jill away and Penny followed along behind them. Jack went down to the next tent and took a shortcut that pierced the spoke of the carnival tents and they emerged onto a less populated lane. Each tent was much smaller and various vendors were hawking an insane assortment of sex toys, mostly on tables directly at the front of each booth. Dildoes of every shape and size, vibrators, even sybians were for sale. Some of the sellers were actually out in the crowd, trying to persuade people to come back to their stall and experiment.
“Hello sir!” One man said, coming right up to Jack. “Can I interest you in the latest technology in specialized vibrators?” He held up a strange looking rubber tipped instrument. Instead of a tapered end it had a strange indentation, like a seed cup just opening.
Jack’s eyebrow went up. “Okay, I’ll bite. I’ve never seen one of those before,” he admitted.
The vendor grinned. “Sir, this particular vibrator is the one that will do away with all the others. After you’ve got this, the pretty lady in your life will never need another toy.”
Jack smiled. “Yes. But what does it do?”
The vendor flipped a switch and to Jill’s astonishment the ends of the cup began moving underneath their rubber exterior. It made the end open and close. “As you can see, it massages and vibrates.”
Jack laughed. “A demonstration please?” He asked, pointing at Jill. The vendor gave her a winsome smile.
“Of course. Step right this way, miss.” He pointed to the nearby tent and a chair that was waiting. Jill sat down and the man knelt down at her feet. “Now if you’ll kindly spread those pretty legs of yours… yes that’s good.” He looked up. “This won’t hurt at all,” he said softly.
Jill nodded and watched as the toy came up between her legs. It was off and the vender set the strange looking tip over her clitoris. He turned it on, but clearly only to its lowest setting. Jill’s eyes widened as the rubber tip began softly closing and opening on her clit, massaging it from each direction. In addition she could detect a low level pulse vibrating out of the toy.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, clutching at the chair. Waves of pleasure burst up from her sex and her hips thrust forward.
The vendor laughed. “See? She likes it? How about a bit more power, heh miss?” He turned up the toy and Jill gasped, her body tensing as her toes curled in her flip flops.
“The nice thing is that when she’s close to orgasm you can still drill her with the full length of the toy and even internally the rubber tips feels amazing,” the vendor said, looking up at Jack. Jill began panting and her hands came up to her breasts, cupping each curve as her fingers began twisting and pinching at her nipples.
“Go ahead,” Jack said. “Drive her into orgasm in the next thirty seconds and I’ll buy one.”
The vendor grinned and twisted the base of the toy. The sound ramped up exponentially and Jill cried out in bliss, eyes closing as the waves struck her hard. The vendor had to put a hand on her leg to keep her still enough but kept the toy pressed hard to her clitoris, letting the chewing tip munch greedily on her tender nub. Jill couldn’t take it. She shuddered and let out a wild cry, her body giving in to the intense and beautiful stimulation. A moment later she orgasmed, a clear stream spurting from her sex, splattering the vendor’s shirt.
He laughed and stepped back as Jill slumped in the chair, her limbs just falling to the side as she stared up at Jack with a huge smile on her face and a dazed look in her eyes. Jack glanced down at his watch.
“Twenty-eight seconds. Guess I'll buy one.” He pulled a card out of coat pocket. “Send it here along with the invoice,” Jack said.
Penny touched Jack’s arm. “Can I try it out?”
Jack looked over at her. “Not today I’m afraid.” He reached down and pulled Jill to her feet. She wobbled for a moment, still lost in the sexual euphoria. “You’ll get to try out the next toy I find an interest in.”
Penny frowned and Jill just stood there looking whimsically pleased. “With my luck it will be a needled clamp.” She looked at Jill. “Was it that good?” Penny asked suspiciously as Jack wrapped his arm around Jill and they started to move down the aisle.
Jill gave Penny a sweet, smoky look. “Uh uh,” she hummed. “We need those at Castleberry Farm,” she said, her voice still a bit blurred.
They continued to walk down the aisle. Jack ignored most of the calls for attention, his eyes darting left and right constantly. Jill didn’t care and just shuffled along beside him. Suddenly a man stood in their path.
“Rope ties, sir? Just ten dollars. I do arms, wrists, tits, and crotch.” The vendor had a dozen five foot lengths of rope draped over his shoulders. Jack paused, then smiled.
“Yes. I think that would be appropriate. Do this one first,” he said, nodding toward Jill. “A wrist and elbow tie please.”
The vendor bowed once and snagged a rope. Jack released Jill and before she could say anything the vendor turned her around and grabbed her wrists. She felt the hemp loop around her wrists and suddenly her hands were bound behind her back and there was nothing she could do about it. Jill looked up at Jack and her eyes softened. This was all part of it. Endurance, obedience, willingness to submit. And the rope? That was the ultimate symbol, wasn’t it? He was tying her to him? Jill smiled, even when the vendor pulled the rope tight.
Another loop went around her arms, just above her elbows and Jill winced as her arms were drawn together. It wasn’t exactly comfortable and it made her breasts stick out. Still, Jack seemed to appreciate it since he reached up and caressed her bosom. The vendor tucked the last bit of rope in and smiled.
“And for your other girl?” The vendor asked.
Jack looked at Penny. “A crotch tie I think. Something uncomfortable rubbing through her slit would be totally appropriate.”
Penny’s eyes widened and it looked as if she were about to protest but a warning glance from Jack made her quiet down.
“Ah, problems with the staff,” the vendor replied. “I totally understand.” He paused. “Sir, I’ve got something special I can put on your little sweetling that would chafe her something good. But I don’t have a price for it.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” He asked.
The vendor shrugged. “I’ve never offered it for sale and it’s a bit…” he paused for a moment. “Strenuous you might say, on the young lady.”
Jack laughed. “Well she’s got the spunk for it. Tell you what. You put it on and I’ll pay what I think it’s worth. If it’s what you say it is, I’ll pay you well for it.”
The vendor grinned and motioned for Penny to step forward. “Need you to spread your legs a bit, young lady.” As Penny widened her stance the vendor pulled out a very different piece of rope from a backpack Jill hadn’t noticed. He held it up and Penny immediately began shaking her head.
“Hell no,” she spluttered. “You are not sticking that thing between my pussy lips.” She started backing up but suddenly Jack grabbed her, hauling her hands behind her back. Jill watched in frightened shock as Penny began screaming, thrashing hard against Jack’s hold. Jack wrestled Penny to the ground. Suddenly two more men waded in and grabbed Penny’s thrashing legs, pulling her open.
“Need a hand, mate?” one of them said as his fingers encircled Penny’s kicking foot.
Jack grinned and tightened his grip on Penny’s arms. Jill heard the click of the connectors locking Penny’s bondage wrist cuffs together. Penny screamed in defiance but one of the men slapped her hard across first the face, then her breast, stunning her. Some of the dried slurry on her nipple broke off, flying away. Jill gaped as Jack hauled Penny back to her feet, the braided brunette clearly dazed.
Jack looked at his helpers. “This good man was about to tie a crotch rope on this girl. Would you mind helping me secure her so that we can complete the process?”
One of the men pulled a leash out of his pocket and quickly clipped it to the bondage cuff on Penny’s right ankle. The other man rolled his eyes, then accepted a rope from the vendor.
“It’s a loan,” the vendor assured him.
“Oh. Well okay then.”
In seconds Penny was leaning back against Jack, her legs pulled wide apart, standing in the middle of the concourse. A crowd had gathered in a circle around them and the vendor took the rough, scratchy, old piece of rope that had first frightened Penny and held it up. He wrapped it once around her waist, then did his magic, twisting the hemp in phenomenal ways. Jill watched as two separate strands became embedded in Penny’s slit, the frayed hemp soaking up her juices. The vendor twisted the rope and to Jill’s astonishment, not only were Penny’s petals wrapped around the abrasive and coarse material parting her slit, but pinching her clitoris until it bulged, swollen and red. The vendor drew the rope through Penny’s legs, making two thick knots. One was perfectly positioned to sit at the entrance of Penny’s vagina while the other would rub against her anus. He tucked it through the back of the waist rope and then finally brought it up to Penny’s wrists, tying it off to her hands.
“That way if she pulls it will just hurt more,” he assured Jack. Then the vendor stepped away. The men holding Penny’s legs bent down and removed their ties, one returning the used rope to the vendor.
Jill watched, her arms aching. For a moment Penny swayed and then she took a tentative step. Her face twisted up into a grimace and she let out a low groan before turning to look at Jack with a glare.
“My pussy is going to be worthless after this,” she snarled. Jack took a quick step forward and slapped her hard. Across the breasts. Penny stumbled and had to take a few steps to keep from falling. Pain rippled across her face. Tears filled her eyes and Jill suddenly felt sorry for her.
“You like seeing me in pain, admit it!” Penny said, a red mark appearing on her breast. Jack glared at her. “I might not be your master, but I’m glad Jimmy won’t be keeping you around. So why don’t we just head over to the processing aisle and see what we can do to end your insufferable attitude.”
Jill looked over at Jack in mild alarm. This was a side of him she’d never seen. He was always so calm, so collected, so happy. What had Penny done to rile him so? She stepped up to him and tried to press herself against him, wishing her arms weren’t bound behind her back. If anyone needed a hug it was Jack.
Jack grabbed Penny’s arm and forced her to march even though she resisted. Jill hurried along behind them, with Jack only occasionally glancing back to make sure she was alright. They cut across another shortcut and Jill found herself looking around in both awe and terror. This aisle was for processing and while the music emanating from the speakers had drowned out the noise coming from this section of the carnival, they did little to hide the screams and pleas for mercy coming from the various tents.
Jill sniffed and the unmistakable scent of blood filled her nose. As they emerged out into the aisle itself her eyes widened. Immediately across from them was a massive wooden platform. Three gallows stood in a row, all of them occupied with the wriggling body of a beautiful girl, kicking feet making it clear that they were desperate for air. The crowd in front was cheering, throwing coins into a row of bins along the front. Jill realized that each of the girls had some sort of vibrating toy inside them, the wires coming out from between their petals and all of them were thrusting their hips madly. The most popular girl was the middle one and Jill saw that most of the money was going into her bin. The gallows holding her lowered just enough for her to touch the ground and she took a deep breath of much needed air, only to be hauled up once more.
“Oh my God,” Jill whispered. She’d known. Of course she’d known. But… she thought it more humanitarian. Not such a spectacle. This was a show.
The girl on the far end of the gallows had turned blue and a moment later her tongue came out of her face and her eyes bulged alarmingly. A man came up with a stethoscope, placed it against her chest and listened intently for a moment. Then he smiled, nodded, and the other two girls were immediately lowered.
Jill watched as the two girls were welcomed back into the crowd, their masters obviously pleased and the dead girl was carried limply back behind the tent. Jill had no idea where she went from there.
“Stay close,” Jack said to Jill. “I don’t want anyone thinking you’re unescorted here.”
Jill nodded. “Absolutely, Master.”
Jack moved along and Jill was hard pressed not to stare at each new atrocity. One tent had a plywood wall at the back and a girl was sitting precariously on a wooden horse, her hips grinding as the wooden edge bit deep into her sex. Jill immediately noticed that the horse was cut much sharper than the ones she’d seen on Spunk Street and that the pain must have been excruciatingly worse. But that wasn’t the real torment. A line of men were able to purchase a blowgun with three darts for money. Already there were at least a dozen of the horrible little pins sticking out of the poor girl’s buttocks and all along her thighs and calves. One even had penetrated the sole of her left foot!
Jill looked hurriedly away, only to get her attention drawn to another booth on the opposite side as a scream pierced the air. A beautiful redhead girl had been tied face-up to a horizontal X frame and five motorized whipping machines were pounding away at her breasts, sex, and thighs. Her legs were widely spread and despite her clenched teeth she couldn’t move even an inch. The wet sound of the belts slapping at her flesh filled the air until she cried out again.
Jill stumbled forward, her eyes finding Penny’s naked body first, then seizing on Jack. She hurried forward. They passed another booth where a gorgeous brunette was positioned over a rapidly thrusting dildo that pounded into her at speeds that looked dangerous. Jill could only shake her head in dismay as she realized that the poor girl had to wear a mouth guard, the pounding was so intense.
There were other death games going on too. One booth gave Jill the shivers as she recognized the same high pressure water cannons that Jack had used to knock the clothespins off her body. Each of the girls in the line had been tied to a frame and a clear glass box had been secured with a rubber gasket around their necks. Each of them had a thick phallus stuck into their pussies. Water poured into each head box as the girls were shot, the men aiming at their slits and nipples. But what Jill found amazing was that as long as the girls were pumping their hips, fucking the cocks enthusiastically, the amount of water never got above their chin. One girl however couldn’t take it any longer and stopped, kicking wildly instead of fucking. In less than thirty seconds the water around her head was at eye level. Jill watched in horror as the girl held her breath and then the last bubble of air exploded from her mouth and she stopped moving. The water began draining from the other girls’ tanks as the crowd cheered.
“What do you think?” Jack suddenly asked, his mouth close to Jill’s ear.
She jerked in surprise and looked back at him. “What?”
He nodded toward the water trap. “What do you think?”
Jill grimaced. “It’s horrific!” She said.
“It’s a chance to keep living,” Jack said easily.
Jill frowned. “I’ll be honest,” she said. “As someone who has until very recently been Grade A Prime, I would prefer to go quietly and without pain.”
Jack laughed. “What’s the fun in that?” He suddenly looked over her shoulder and lifted his arm, waving. “Over here!” He shouted.
Jill turned to look and Jimmy, looking very pleased with himself, came strolling over. He shot a poisonous glance at Penny, who whimpered and tried to hide behind Jack.
“Hey bro. Looks like you got tired of her shit too.”
Jack grabbed Penny’s arm and thrust her forward. “The rope is tearing up her cunt so if I were you I’d pick a spot before it’s not worth anything.”
Tears began flowing down Penny’s cheeks and Jill gave her a sympathetic look. Jimmy took her arm and shrugged. “Granted, not one of my better selections.”
“I swear,” Jack complained. “Do you even talk to them before you pick them? And for that matter, where the hell is your dad’s company buying them? This one seems to have no training.”
Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Wholesale. Small dealer. Probably grew up in a family.”
Jack shook his head in disapproval. “Well that would explain the attitude.”
Jimmy grinned. “Okay, well I saw something a few stalls back that way that looked appropriate for this slut. So if you’ll accompany me…” he turned and began marching Penny down the aisle, moving her faster than she clearly wanted to go, the rope rubbing her cunt raw. Jack put his arm around Jill and they followed along behind.
It took only a moment to pass the booths that Jill had already seen. Fresh girls were already in most of them and Jill looked away. Part of her was fascinated by it all. She tried to imagine what an orgasm would feel like, deprived of breath or on the verge of drowning. Still, the very idea of it chilled her and she made an effort to look away. At least until they were passed the booths she’d already seen.
Jack moved along steadily but then suddenly came to a halt. “Jimmy!” He said, calling out to his friend. Jimmy looked back and stopped.
“What?”
“This is it,” Jack said, pointing at a tent with a darkened doorway. The A&E Logo was emblazoned across the lintel. Jimmy glanced at it.
“So I guess you need a moment,” Jimmy said. He shook his head and let out a sigh. “Fine. I’ll be at the PC and Lemons booth. It’s just five or six more tents further down.” Then he turned and dragged Penny away. Jill watched them go and then looked up at Jack.
“Are we going in?” She asked curiously.
Jack smiled. “Yeah. I really wanted to see this. My dad works for A&E and helped design the machine in here.”
Jill smiled. “Oh. Well then, I’d love to see it!” She gushed. Jack smiled and caressed her bound arm, running his finger over her pulled back shoulder.
“Yes. I know you would,” he said sweetly. They approached the tent doorway, but just at that moment another man and a girl who looked a tad bit younger than Jill came out. The girl was sobbing, her hands bound behind her back. But what astonished Jill was that the girl’s breasts were frighteningly red. Tiny dark marks were evenly spaced all over and both breasts looked as if they were enormously swollen. Both of the girl’s nipples were hard and turgid and a dark brown fluid appeared to be leaking out of her tits!
Jill’s eyes widened in shock, but then the man led the crying girl away, giving Jack a quick wink. Jack smiled and then held open the tent flap for Jill.
She was hesitant as she stepped into the tent but as her eyes adjusted to the darkened interior and she felt Jack press up against her backside, she let out a sigh of relief. The machine sat on a table and was nothing more than a metal box with two holes cut out in the front. A few flashing lights blinked on a control panel to the side and a rolling chair, complete with a vibrating dildo sticking straight up. Jill noticed the cuffs and straps though.
“Welcome sir!” Said a salesman who stood nearby. “Thank you for stopping by! My name is Brian Wilson and I’d love to introduce you to our breast marinator!”
Jack laughed. “Actually, you don’t need to. My father helped perfect this thing. He works for A&E’s research and development division.
Wilson’s eyes widened. “Hey, no kidding? I know Dr. Eckwin. Or are you Dr. Robinson’s son?”
Jack smiled. “Robinson. If you knew Eckwin you’d know that,” he admonished gently. The salesman laughed.
“Okay, you got me. I met them both once at a symposium. Eckwin seemed a little flakey but your dad seemed pretty cool.”
Jack smiled. “Thank you.” He looked over at Jill. “Do you mind if my girl sits down? She’s been on her feet for a while.”
The salesman glanced over at Jill and then smiled. “Of course. By all means.” He gestured to the chair and Jill glanced over at it.
“Oh. No thank you,” she said politely. “I’m good standing.”
Jack turned toward her and gave her a patient smile. “Jill, I want you to sit down.”
Jill didn’t say anything. She felt a little shiver go through her. Slowly she went over to the chair and sat. The phallic probe was already wet and Jill had little doubt that the girl who had left with her tits looking like swollen water balloons had been sitting in that very seat. The moment she sat down the vibrator inside her sex began moving. The tremors started off slow but gradually built up speed until it felt like an earthquake. Jill groaned. Jack came around and stood behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“Well, call it pride, but I really wanted to see my dad’s device here. He’s talked about working with Eckwin after the industrial tenderizer was made, but this is the first marinade injector, right?”
The salesman grinned. “Oh absolutely. And the nice thing is that anyone can buy it. It’s not that expensive. If you are a fan of barbecue then you need to own one of these babies.” He patted the silver machine.
Jill felt Jack’s hands move down off her shoulders and to her bosom, rubbing her nipples softly. She moaned and closed her eyes as he teased the tips of each breast. Then his hands moved fast and he reached down, pulling the waist strap out from the sides of the chair and securing it across Jill’s waist.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him. “Master?” She asked in confusion. Jack didn’t respond but the salesman had come out from around the table and both he and Jack knelt down. In seconds another strap was secured across Jill’s thighs. Then her ankles were secured to the chair. Jill’s eyes widened as the sudden realization of her predicament hit her and she gaped at Jack in astonishment.
“What? What are you doing?” She asked in alarm.
Jack finished securing her with another strap, this one just above her tits. He nodded to the salesman who began rolling the chair forward. Jill began bucking, trying to pull free, but the straps holding her down were too tight.
:”Wait! Please!” pleaded Jill. “I thought you loved me! I thought you wanted me! I’m a breeder! I’m not meat!” she screamed. She wriggled but it was no use and a second later her well-rounded boobs were pushed into the two gaping holes at the front of the machine. Two chains from the table to the chair were connected and Jill burst into tears.
“Why?” She sobbed. “Did I do something wrong? Did I say something? Did I not perform properly?”
“Ssshhh now,” Jack said, running his hand over her hair. He glanced at the salesman. “You may proceed.”
The salesman grinned. “We do have a selection of marinades. Do you have a preference?”
Jack looked curious. “What do you have?”
“Well, the most popular is our lemon and basil, which of course has the additional effect of being an acid. Hurts like hell I might add,” the salesman said with a wink. “But another popular choice is our patented A&E barbecue sauce.” He held up a bottle.
Jack nodded. “The barbecue sauce please. And it’s not because I don’t want her hurting. I don’t mind that. It’s a taste thing.”
The salesman grinned. “It always is.” He pressed a button on the side of the machine.
Jill sat there stunned, tears pouring down her face. How could this happen to her? What had she done to make Jack turn on her? She’d offered herself, willingly sucked his cock, let him fuck her, and taken his tests of endurance, of focus, of torment. Hadn’t she proved herself? Was this how she was going out? She sniffed hard, trying to stop the flood of tears when a cold blast of air flashed across her breasts. She gasped, crying out.
“The cold air stiffens her nipples,” the salesman explained. “Gets them nice and puckered.”
Jack laughed. “I prefer them like that.”
Another light flashed on the control panel. “The injectors are moving into position,” he said.
Jack smiled. “My dad explained the process. About twenty syringe sized nano-carbon needles, right? Each putting about fifteen milliliters of sauce into her tits?”
“Exactly right. You aren’t looking to replace me, are you?” The salesman asked as Jill stiffened in the seat.
Jack shook his head. “My degree is engineering. So don’t worry.”
The salesman grinned. “Well thank goodness. Oh. Here it goes.”
Jill stiffened in her seat despite the roar of the vibrator. She glanced around wildly, but the pain that exploded through her bosom was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. It felt like a thousand needles had been suddenly pushed into her tits and she knew without a doubt that both of her nipples had been pierced straight on. Her heart hammered in her chest and she clenched her fingers as a scream was ripped from her throat. Agony flashed across her as heat and pressure built in the soft tissue of her mammary glands. She let out a choked sob as she felt, deep inside her, the fluids being injected into her body and she thrashed again as the pain overwhelmed her. Then the needles retracted. She sat there panting, the pain starting to fade but still leaving her aching, as if someone had beaten her breasts brutally.
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