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THE FUNHOUSE
College girls on spring break take in the sights. Safety in numbers, they room together near the beach, party together at night. Hooking up with a local and letting him hang out with them a couple times, they accept his offer as a group to spend a couple hours at a nearby traveling carnival. Entering the funhouse, lost in its maze, their exit’s not what they expected.
Chapter One
Making their way through the carnival funhouse, nervously giggling, huddling together, the girl’s final turn leads them to a dead end cubicle appearing to be a cold storage slaughterhouse room with sides of beef hanging from meat hooks. Lights flickering, the clanking of metal from the corrugated gate grinding downward behind the group coincides with a low hissing sound from the roof vent appearing to be leaking smoldering fumes. Another quick flicker or two, then pitch darkness, the hissing sound above them louder, the nervous giggles, squeals suddenly becoming rasping coughs, nervous grunt, unintelligible diatribe followed by silence.
The labored sound of the slow starting of the truck’s engine as its starter cranks, the double clutching, grinding of the gears after the familiar chattering, rattling sound of a diesel, finally the truck lurches forward a few feet from the opening in the carnival tent, jerks to a stop. The left door, then right door swung shut behind the trailer, the sound of the metal latch scraps as it arches down across the weathered doors, securing them tightly shut as a lock’s slipped on the bar and clamped. The framework of the canvas’ opening exposed, the matching panel’s flipped down from the top of the tent, snapped into place. That exit no longer exists, never did. Quick footsteps, the passenger door of the cab opens, slams shut while followed again by the grinding of the gears. Slowly lurching, jerking across the ruts behind the pitched tent, the unpretentious tractor, the refrigerator trailer with its faded road grime makes a slow swing to its right, circles the rear of the canvas structure and idles out the back gravel drive.
The driver glancing from one mirror to the other turns on the wipers, the worn blade streaking back and forth as the steady drizzle mixes with the built up road film blurring the windshield. Flipping the defroster on, the window momentarily steams a little hazier as he wipes his forearm across the glass in front of the steering wheel. Rag in hand from the glove box, the passenger leans over, swipes a couple wipes back and forth clearing the glass enough for the driver to see the obscured road from the dark cab as the truck makes its casual entry across the drive onto the wet pavement of the country back road.
“How many?... How old?”
“Half dozen… All in their late teens, maybe one or two at the most… Twenty.” The passenger calmly answers the driver while wiping his arms, face, finally his hands with the soiled rag. “Just in time… Starten’ to rain pretty good.”
“No one with ‘em… You made sure we got ‘em all… We ca…”
“Damn right I’m sure… Hell, this ain’t our first time.” The passenger butts in, tossing the rag on the seat between them. “Nobody’s going to miss them for awhile; they’re all from up north… I told you they’re all here on spring break together… They’ve got motel rooms side by side back by the beach where I met them a few days ago. If anyone else was with ‘em at the park, nobody’s even going to realize they didn’t exit the funhouse since the exits on the opposite side of the tent… That’s the way it always works… Never failed yet, has it?”
“Sure they’re all out cold?... The gas work..”
“Shit… Will you quit worrying?” The passenger obviously irritated blurts out, again cutting the driver short. “Of course, they’ll have ‘em stripped and strung up before we even get a good start, okay?”
“Yea… Okay, you just know how I am!” The driver smirks. “These girls are disappearing forever… We get caught, we disappear forever.”
“We ain’t never got caught and nobody never found any of those other girls… And how long that been?” The passenger scoffs, answering himself, almost proudly. “Four, almost five years now?... And what? How many girls?”
“Lost track a couple years ago.” The driver answers. “One coast to the other, back and forth all the way across the country.”
“Nice job being an over the road trucker, huh?” The passenger grins, nodding across the dark cab toward the driver as the rain intensifies, the thick drops pounding across the windshield, metal roof of the cab. “Good opportunities!”
“Yea… Great opportunities… Especially with a couple cousins in the carnival business!”
Leaning back, tucking his shirt collar behind his neck, wedging himself between the seat and the door, the passenger nods as he tucks his arms across his chest. “Yea… The auction will be broadcast pretty soon… The looks of those girls, I’d be surprised if they’re not sold while we’re still in route… Wake me when we get there.”
Into the rain, the night, the truck begins to make its way along the back roads, avoiding way stations, law enforcement. The first hour or so will be across the flat landscape, time enough for their latest abductees to be prepared with a minimum of difficulty. Then, just a couple more hours to the next state, the cargo will be delivered neatly packaged as their preparations in the trailer have already began, their auction’s about to begin.
Incandescent lighting shinning down from the trailer’s insulated ceiling, the door in the insulated false wall dividing the forty foot trailer into a pair of equal sections swings open as a gurney pushes through, between the swaying beef. Cuffing each unconscious girl behind her back as she’s rolled on her side, slipping hard red rubber ball gags in each of their mouths, binding the black straps behind their necks, the pair of men in white overalls, breathing masks chooses one, slips her across the stainless gurney on her back, rolls her to the front compartment of the trailer.
Sealing the door behind them, locking the gurney down in floor slots directly under an ‘I’ beam running parallel across the trailers left hand side roofline, they begin stripping the girl. Her long brown hair in a tightly woven braid, her head tilting toward her side as her limp body barely sways on the table with the gentle, steady motion of the truck, the scissors snips through the material. Blouse, bra snipped away from the top, her shorts and thong panties quickly follow, along with her gym shoes are just as quickly tossed into the open bin mounted to the sidewall.
Handcuffs unfastened, removed, each man grabs a set of leather cuffs from a prepackaged kit taken from the stock in the wall mounted cabinet above the bin. Bowing her arms, legs down across the sides of the narrow gurney, her ankles, wrists are quickly cuffed together. Leather straps slipped from the package, one man straps each thigh as the other slips a longer strap beneath the small of her back, adjusts it across her bellybutton. The man toward the head of the gurney tugs at the first of a row of hoists mounted toward the front of the ‘I’ beam, slides it across the rail positioning it directly above the gurney. Tugging on its cable, slipping its eye hook down toward the three straps, the second man holds the strap’s rings in line, slipping the hook through all three.
Cranking the lever, the cable tightens, the straps stiffening, stretching as her body bows, her back arching as she’s slowly lifted upwards. Her buttocks rising from the stainless surface, her young, firm breasts sway toward her sides, flattening across her arched chest as her head droops back while her braided hair sways across the front of the gurney. As her tilted head slips up off the metal, her naked body total suspended by the hoist, the gurney’s unlocked and slipped back from beneath her, to transport the next girl.
As the gurney’s wheeled to the door by one man, the other grabs a glistening spreader bar and affixes it between the hanging girl’s cuffed ankles and wrists, adjusts the bar to spread her arms and legs just a tad wider then her gently swaying body. Letting her sway back and forth in her bound, semi-arched position, he steps toward the open door, toward the gurney being positioned by the next unconscious girl to be stripped and suspended.
Loading her onto her back, wheeling her toward the front of the trailer, placing the gurney to the right hand side under another ‘I’ beam, the men waste little time stripping, shackling, hoisting her naked body up off the gurney. Her clothes piled in the bin above the first girl’s, the same procedures are repeated until all six stripped girls are shackled and hanging in rows, swaying naked under the pair of ‘I’ beams.
Flipping a console switch, the whine of the compressor’s barely detectable above the sounds of the rolling rig as the refrigeration unit kicks back on, the rear compartment purged of the gas as the sides of beef sways from the meat hooks, again to be chilled. Relaxing, leaning back in their affixed chairs, the men’s almost finished with their work, then they can enjoy the next hour or so with the naked girls swaying above them, after transmitting their images over the satellite hookup to the compound.
Stepping from girl to girl, videoing each naked body from virtually every angle, the six gagged girl’s images are transmitted. The blond first, her pale skin almost milky, her breasts large but firm, jaunting toward her sides as she’s swung around, her spread thighs revealing a wispy fluff of pubic hair as her long blonde hair sways toward the floor. Next, a brunette, slender and athletic with virtually no hair from her neck down. Arched backwards, her flattened breasts actually larger then they appear, her body glistens, rippling under the lighting.
Stepping toward the third girl, her jet black hair touching the trailer’s floor, her body’s also slender, naturally dark as the camera zooms in on her obviously Oriental face. Almond complexion, high cheek bones, her body’s also freshly shaven. Starting at the end of the next row, another brunette sways unconscious. As he leans closer, he’s struck by her image. Body, face tan and athletic, glancing across the row, he realizes she’s a twin. She’s the spitting image of the second girl. Spinning her around, feeling her swaying breast, the other girl’s across from her, he smiles as they not only look, but feel the same.
Kneeling toward the next girl, more long dark hair, and she the largest busted of the group. Large dark areolas on her firm, but almost too large for her slender body’s breasts; she’s also the catch of the group. Her pubic mound also bare, her slender waist with an inverted navel, her abs ripple below her defined ribcage. Focusing the camera on the sixth and final girl, again she’s a noticeable partial match, as she’s also of Oriental heritage. Slender, small but ample busted, she has just a trace of a ‘V’ above her slit as she’s arched backwards in her bindings, the red ball gag glistening from between her yawning lips.
The videoing complete, turning the camera off, he lays it on the counter as the truck continues to slowly sway as it travels the practically flat landscape. Glancing toward the girls, stepping between the swaying ropes, he spins the big busted brunette and spreads her thighs around his. Dropping his trousers, gripping her grapefruit sized melons; he lets the crown of his shaft slap across her puffy vulva, smack across the folds of her labia as he centers his cock between the spreading lips. Pressing, pushing inward, he feels her spread slit engulfing his swelling manhood. Quickly sliding halfway in, her vagina like a tight moist glove, pulling slightly back, again thrusting inward a couple more inches, he feels her twitch, hears her moan. Rocking forward, squeezing both breasts tighter, twisting and stretching, he begins to shove her body away, pull it closer in rhythm with his own thrusts.
The moans become grunts, almost louder behind the ball gag as her body jerks in its bindings, her labia folds stretching inward, stretching outward across his foreskin as he mounts her to the hilt, his scrotum slapping between her thighs. Hearing another girl’s grunts, turning his head, he sees the other man mounting one of the Orientals, her body swaying back and forth as he repeatedly thrusts in and out while manipulating her small but bulging breasts between his squeezing fingers.
Within the next hour, all the girls will be fully awake, finding themselves bound, naked as they are, and sexually abused, some multiple times. Then, they’ll be delivered to the compound, to remain hogtied as they are for their final deliveries, their auctions already in progress from the closed circuit viewing just completed. Before morning most if not all will be introduced to their new lives, of servitude or worse.
End Part One
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