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   Journey Through the Funhouse (M/f-teen, rp, v, tort)   
   By Rod Ramsey (rod_ramsey@yeahright.net)   
      
   ***   
      
   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 approached 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 squeak escaped her, "Oh, sorry you startled   
   me. I thought I was alone in here."   
      
   Sara fidgeted; 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 you're 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, effectively   
   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 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 wailed 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 pain   
   filled 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.   
   Apparently 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,   
   crisscrossing 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 whipping 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 painful welts. Carl   
   shortened his grip on the belt and brought it up between   
      
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