THE FUNHOUSE

THE FUNHOUSE

The sixth girl of the group receives payment for her participation in the abductions.  Much more then she bargained for.

Chapter Five… The blonde

       Sitting around the table, the blonde counts her money.  The five girls brought even more then she expected last week from the carnival.  Smiling, nodding toward the group of guys as she places the bills in her attaché case, slamming it shut, she scoffs.  “Yes sir… Show me the money!... Cash only baby… Not a bad payday for spending a few days with those dumb-asses!... Didn’t even mind the hogtying in the trailer with the cunts, but I have to tell you, the fucking pissed me off though!”

       “Yea, we watched him hammer you pretty good hangin’ in the trailer… Looked to me like you were enjoying it, Hun.”  One of the guys quips.

       “Fuck you… I ain’t your Hun asshole… And that wasn’t the deal!... Hell… I should ask for more money... This ass doesn’t come cheap!”  She frowns, patting her rump as she stands up.  “At first I was kind’a pissed… He knew there wasn’t a damn thing I could do though… Or say… The Bastard!... He was supposed to slip past me while they were still out cold, but that’s okay though… You can tell him his dick ain’t that big!... By the way, let me know when you want some more girls… They’re easy to come by… I’ve got a trusting face!”

       “You know they’re going through Hell, don’t you?”  The driver of the truck asks as he kicks back in his chair.  “Ever let that bother you since you’re a girl?”

       “Shit… You kidding?”  She shakes her head.  “Those cunts are a dime a dozen… I couldn’t care less if they’re screwed, glued and tattooed!... Fuck ‘em all!... See ye’ around!... And next time, that Bastard’s out though… I want that understood!!”

       Leaving the conference room, heading for the open elevator, she grips her briefcase as she steps on.  Pressing the button for the garage, the door shuts as she sarcastically smiles toward the conference room while whispering to herself.  “Fuck you all!”

       Door closing, the elevator jerks into motion.  The downward thrust, the elevator continues non-stop express for the ten floors.  Passing the lobby, the garage floor, another level into the sub-basement, the door opens.  The attaché case lying on the floor’s picked up by one of the men in a white jump suit and mask as the other two similarly dressed men slide the gurney in next to the blonde’s unconscious body.  Pressing the red stop button, lifting her onto her back, wheeling the gurney to the black van, she’s hoisted into a rectangular container and handcuffed behind her back and ankles before the perforated lid’s sealed.  Returning to the elevator and releasing the red button with the attaché case tucked under his arm, the elevator heads back to the top floor non-stop express, with the money.

       Driven out the sub-basement, the van drives out of the building, to the executive airport to the private jet where the container’s loaded aboard the waiting plane by the two men now out of their jumpsuits.  Taxiing, lifting off, banking toward its destination, the plane fly’s its cargo to its highest bidder, residing in Latin America.

       Awakening, twisting and rolling on her side in the dark box, light shinning through the perforated holes, in moments she senses the mist squirting into the container, again groggy before slipping back into unconsciousness.  The plane continues in route, finally landing at the private airfield, only frequented by drug runners.  The return trip won’t be wasted with an empty plane.  One box unloaded, the other box loaded, the plane doesn’t even need to refuel as it taxi’s back onto the runway, lifts off to bank toward its home base, a different type of cargo aboard.

       The delivered cargo’s hoisted on the back of a pickup truck, hauled to the main house and unloaded, unsealed.  The blonde’s unconscious body’s removed, laid across a gurney and wheeled into the rear of the house.  Uncuffed, stripped naked, her clothes are split up among the women.  Shackled spread-eagled to a tubular gurney, its slats adjusted to bow her naked body upward and outward until her arms and legs  tautly stretch downward and apart from her arched torso, her head slowly twists as her eyes blink open.

       Her joints burning, her chest arched outward, her eyes barely focus on the room around her, the white ceiling fan slowly turning above the gurney, the dark skinned men and women circling.  Jerking at the bindings on her wrists and ankles, barely able to move her tautly stretched body, she raises her head, twists her neck as she glares at the quickly focusing room, at the man stepping toward her.

       “What the hell!… Wher…”

        A quick hard smack across her face, a wet acrid smelling cloth across her nose and mouth and she can barely grunt as the room spins, goes dark.  Wheeling the gurney out into the baking sun, her milky white flesh reflects the light as she’s wheeled toward the pool area, the group of partiers.  Breasts swaying apart toward her armpits, her spread slit showing her parted labia folds; her arched naked body’s wheeled over to the diving board where the wheels on the gurney’s locked down next to the deep end of the pool.

       A small group of men and women circle the gurney as the diving board springs, bounces above them.  Water splashing, spraying across her bare flesh wakes her, her head twisting as she opens her eyes.  Feeling her breasts gripped, her nipples pinched as she spits the chlorinated water from her mouth across her swollen lip, her body reflexively arches as she feels fingers slipping between her thighs, spreading her apart.

       Barely able to get out a grunt, she feels her head jerked back by her hair, a thick, hot dark shaft slipped forcefully between her aching lips.  Hearing girl’s laughter in the background, gagging as the thick cock’s relentlessly borrowed deep down into her throat, her hips buck as she feels another thick shaft ripping, tearing at her rectum, the hot meat grinding its way deep into her bowels.  The hairy scrotum slaps across her eyes and nose as she’s rutted in her straining mouth, her hips quivering as she feels like she’s being ripped apart between her thighs.  Feeling her left breast gripped by fingernails, twisted, tugged while her right breast is brutally smacked, punched back and forth across her arching torso, she gags, gasps for breath.

       “This blonde cunt likes the big Latino dicks, huh?”  She hears the husky voice as her body jerks under the continuing assault as she again fades to sub-consciousness.

       Repeatedly mounted as her mouth, vagina and rectum are continuously probed, her breasts bruised and battered bake under the hot sun searing into her reddening flesh as the pool party continues.  Snorting snow off her thrust out melons, out of her navel, her body’s used and abused as the day wears on.  Cooking their crank over her flexing stomach, letting the heated spoons, tinfoil scorch her pubic mound, dripping molted wax across her tender nipples to hold the bottoms of the lit candles to heat the spoons, the orgy carries into the late afternoon until most of the partiers try to find their way to the main house for dinner.

       Left out in the sun, her glistening body practically beat red as the sun lowers, the hangers-on collect around the drug lord as he has one of his toys wheeled out to the pool next to the gurney.  Unwinding the coiled wires himself, spreading a serrated metal clamp across her right breast, sliding it against her burnt areola; he lets the teeth grip through the remnants of the was into the bud of her nipple as he releases his fingers.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Jerking her head, screaming from the torturous searing pain, her fists tense, her toes curl as he slips a second wired clamp across her left pinkish globe, lets the teeth press open and snap shut into that wax hardened bud.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Another horrendous scream as her body again jerks, bounces on the curved slats.

       Relentless, uncoiling a third clamp, slipping the opening prongs between her spread thighs, one tip into her puckered rectum, the other into her vagina, across the tender flesh separating her pair of abused orifices, he lets it slip from his fingers.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Yet another curdling scream as her naked body spasms.  Glancing toward one of the women while nodding, she knows to snap a capsule, whiff it under the blonde’s flailing nose.

       Babbling, twisting back and forth as her wrists, ankles frantically twist in their bindings, she can only shake her head back and forth as she feels him placing the forth serrated  alligator clamp just above his pinching finger and thumb as he tugs at her labia.  “Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Scream after scream as her body contorts, her stomach flattening, her ribcage heaving above her arched body while blood drips from her ravaged clit as the pointed edges sink in.

       The almost silent group watch, tantalized by the blonde American’s torture, the blood trickling from every clamp, her milky flesh turning from red to a purplish shade.  Slipping a coiled rag between her lips, dumping a glass of water and crushed ice across her arched torso, he watches her heated, naked body buck as the water splashes and drains off the gurney.  Glancing at the dial while flicking the switch on, he adjusts the power as the hand slowly slides up the scale from green, to yellow, into the edge of the red.  Index finger on the red button, a cocktail in his free hand, he takes a sip, presses the button.

       “Oooooooooommmmmmmmppppphbhhhhhhh!!!”  Wires flailing, the clamps jerking across her hideously flexing body, her head pounds back against a crossing slat as she bites into the rag.  Fingernails digging into the palms of her clenching fists, her heels scrap, bounce against a bottom slat.  Taking a second sip, the finger still casually pressing the red button down, a slight mist, steam rises from her ravaged, naked torso as her breasts bounce, elongate, spread apart, a life of their own.  ”Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!!!”  Another curdling scream as her body shudders, slumps back on the rails, reflexively twitching into unconsciousness.

       Smiling toward his guests, bodyguards, he sips the remainder of the cocktail, tosses the glass into the pool.  Glancing at a couple of the local girls, backing the meter down into the middle of the green range, he nods his head toward the box.  “Come over here… Play with her for awhile… Use up the capsules, and don’t turn the meter any higher… She’ll still bounce for yeh.”

       Stepping away he turns and adds.  “Ohh, listen!… Five second bursts, with a few in between… Take turns, okay?”

       Walking toward the rear entrance, smiling at the local police chief as he shakes his hand, he grins.  “She’s a gift from our friends up north with the shipment this afternoon.… Seems they don’t have any use for her anymore.”

        Glancing over toward the gurney, hearing her grunts as the girls giggle while pushing the button, the chief smiles.  “Looks pretty good… Blonde too!… You’re not going to ruin her already, are you?”

       “Oh no!”  He answers with a grin while shaking his head back and forth.  “She’s just learning whose boss… In a couple days or so she’ll be fine.”  Again smiling he adds.  “You’ll be the first to have her for an evening, Hell, a weekend if you want… She’s going to make us a lot of money for the both of us before she’s used up!”

       “That’s what I want to hear!”  The chief smirks as he hears another squeal, watches her naked body bucking.  “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you!”

End Part 5