{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"aee530b3-595f-4e02-b539-537521f7abb0","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-05-22T12:01:04.297Z","title":"The Freak Show","slug":"the-freak-show","shortId":"yoo6qrPa","authorNote":"A lot happens in this, in a short space of time. Apologies if I have got any of the codes wrong.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A young man and his girlfriend go to a sexy freak show with BDSM stylings.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"c42919da-a370-46b1-933c-5d9c89e1e2ac","title":null,"summary":"\nFreak Show\n\n\nIt was my girlfriend who\ndragged me to see the freak show camped out of town. I don’t ","wordCount":5236,"readTime":26,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nFreak Show

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\nIt was my girlfriend who\ndragged me to see the freak show camped out of town. I don’t know\nhow she had heard about it, as I hadn’t heard anything. Nor,\nconsidering how few cars were parked near it, had anybody else. There\nwere only a few other people wandering about.

\n\tMy girlfriend, Elisa, likes\nodd stuff. Once I let her drag me to a midnight screening of this\nfilm called Eraserhead.\nThat was really weird. I never want to see that film again. But as\nshe sucked me off in the darkened cinema I suppose that I can’t\ncomplain. She’s always doing stuff like that. She’s got a kinky\nstreak a mile wide.

\n\tAnother time, when we were in\nHolland, she took me to a torture museum. Which was okay, I suppose.\nBut what was even better was her giving me a handjob, that night, as\nshe described using all of those torture apparatuses on her\ndefenceless body. But I just wish that we could go straight to the\nsex without having to do the weird stuff first.

\n\tAnyway, for the freak show\nElisa insisted that we wear leather, and nothing else. So I had on my\nleather boots, leather trousers, a leather jacket, and nothing else.\nI felt like an escapee from a Tom of Finland picture. Elisa was\nwearing a long, leather mackintosh which went down to her knees, and\nher favourite, thigh-high kinky boots. I couldn’t tell what else\nshe was wearing because of the coat. \n

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\nAt the entrance to the freak\nshow there was a list of attractions: the Snake Woman, the Mighty\nSchlong, the Electric Girl, the Human Pincushion, Greta the Living\nAshtray, the Cuke Girl, the Whip Mistress, the Man with Two Cocks,\nthe Illustrated Girl, Priapus the Sperm Machine, Leena the\nContortionist, and the Girl with the Impossible Tongue. A dozen\nattractions, and all of them sounding weird. I wasn’t sure that I\nwanted to see any of them.

\n\t“Let’s see them all.”\nElisa said. As there was a twenty dollar charge to enter each tent\nthis was going to get expensive. I hopped that the sex tonight was\ngoing to be incredible, after shelling out almost five hundred\ndollars.

\n\tWe decided to go around in\norder – or, rather, Elisa did, as she was in control. I handed over\nforty dollars for the two of us. We went into the tent.

\n\tThere was a small stage, set\nup, but only one other onlooker, a rather severe-looking woman\ndressed all in red latex, for some reason. I decided not to try\nchatting with her, after the look she gave me after entering the\ntent. \n

\n\tAfter a few minutes a woman\nin her thirties, with an hourglass figure, danced out onto the stage.\nShe was entirely nude. She had long hair, dyed emerald green, that\nreached all of the way down to her backside. She had a strip of pubic\nhair, also dyed green. She was very sexy, with a prominent pubis\nmound, as she danced on the stage. Then she stood with her legs\napart, and patted her belly. I saw something begin to come out from\nbetween her cuntlips. It was the head of a snake. I watched, amazed,\nas more and more of the snake emerged, slithering up over her body.\nThe snake was not very wide, but it had to be at least four feet\nlong. How had she got it all inside her? How did the snake breathe? I\nwatched the snake slither around her statuesque body for a good five\nminutes. Then she patted her belly again. The snake slithered down to\nher cunt and went inside, head first. Soon the entire four foot long\nsnake had disappeared inside her. It had to be a trick. But I knew\nthat it wasn’t. The snake woman danced off the stage. The three of\nus clapped. It was the least that we could do after that\nextraordinary performance. \n

\n\tWe went to the next tent.\nThis was to prove to be the least interesting of the shows. It\nfeatured a black guy with a very large cock, and that was it. I don’t\nmean that it was twelve inches long, or anything like that. This was\na freak show, after all. The guy’s cock was nineteen inches long. I\nknow that it was nineteen inches because the guy got out a two foot\nruler, so we could see the length. The dude tried to get his cock\nerect. But there was too much of it for it to become more than\nsemi-detumescent. I wondered whether he had ever got it fully erect,\nrather than just hang between his legs. Yes, it was probably the\nlongest cock in the world. But it had still been a little\ndisappointing to see.

\n\tThe next tent was the\nElectric Girl. A very pretty young girl came out onto the stage. She\nhad bobbed brown hair, her pubic hair shaved off. She couldn’t have\nbeen more than nineteen years old.

\n\t“I am the Electric Girl.”\nshe said. “I am immune to electricity, as I will demonstrate.”

\n\tThere was some sort of\nhand-cranked electric shock machine on the stage, with a red wire\nrunning to a vicious-looking alligator clamp, and a black wire ending\nin another clamp. She got out a light bulb. She attached one clamp to\na big toe, and the other to one of her nipples, which caused her to\ngasp, as it really did have nasty-looking teeth. Then she turned so\nthat her cunt was facing the audience: my girlfriend and me and a\ncouple of old guys. She inserted the light bulb in her cunt, so that\nthe end was sticking out.

\n\t“Now, do I have a volunteer\nto turn the crank?” she asked, smiling sweetly. Elisa pushed me\nforwards. I jumped up on the stage. Was I really going to do this?\nyers, the erection in my leather trousers suggested exactly that.

\n\t“Turn the handle as fast as\nyou can.” she said, smiling at me. I began turning the crank, but\nslowly at first. The bulb lit up, but only dimly.

\n\t“Faster than that, wimp.”\nShe said. I wasn’t going to be called a wimp. I cranked up the\npower as hard as I could, until the bulb was blazing white. But she\njust knelt there, smiling at my girlfriend and the two older guys.\nEventually my arm got too tired to crank anymore. She removed the\nlight bulb, and the clamps.

\n\t“Doesn’t it hurt?” I\nasked.

\n\t“Yes, the clamps bite a\nbit.” she said. She laughed and flounced off the small stage.

\n\tThe next tent was the Human\nPincushion. I already had an inkling as to what this might be,\nconsidering by the acts we had seen so far. There were three women in\nleather and latex in there, as well as my girlfriend and me. There\nwas a small stage, with a box on a table. I couldn’t see what was\nin the box. \n

\n\tA naked brunette walked out\nonto the stage. Her pussy was shaven. Her breasts were large, at\nleast DD. I guessed she was around thirty years old.

\n\t“This is an audience\nparticipation show.” she said. “Each of you can come up, one at a\ntime, and put twelve pins in my breasts.”

\n\tMy girlfriend almost rushed\nthe stage. As she went up, he coat opened a little, and I could see\nthat she was naked underneath it. Elisa reached into the wooden box.\nShe pulled out a needle. It was two inches long, and looked very\nsharp. \n

\n\t“Down to the head, please.”\nthe performer said. My girlfriend pushed twelve needles down to their\nheads in the woman’s breasts. I watched them go in. The woman\nwinced a little, but that was it.

\n\tI was next, followed by two\nof the other women. By the time that the second woman was done the\nperformer had forty-eight needles in her tits, each of them two\ninches long, each of them pushed down to their heads.

\n\tSo far the women’s nipples\nand areolae were free of needles. We hadn’t dared cause her that\nmuch pain. That was not the cause with the final participant. The\nnext ten needles went into the areolae, five in each. The woman,\nforty years plus and with short black hair, had to be a sadist, as\nshe wiggled the pins as they went in, trying to cause as much pain as\npossible. The black-haired sadist picked up the penultimate needle.\nThen she got out a Zippo lighter. She glanced at the performer for\npermission.

\n\t“Do it.” she said. The\nblack-haired woman heated up the last two needles, for as long as she\ncould hold them without burning her fingers, before forcing them down\nthrough the nipples into her breast. The black-haired woman turned to\ngo, thinking the show over.

\n\t“Wait a minute.” the\nperformer said. “You are suitably sadistic. There is a draw in the\nbox, with a final thirteen needles: twelve normal ones, and a special\none. Because you are cruel, you get the honour of doing my cunt.”

\n\tThe brunette stood with her\nlegs spread wide as the black-haired woman forced a dozen\nZippo-heated needles, each two inches long, into her pubic mound and\nlabia. My girlfriend and I were standing right at the edge of the\nstage, so that we didn’t miss anything. We could see just how much\npain the heated needles were causing, even though the performer did\nnot scream once. \n

\n\tI saw the last needle. It was\nonly an inch long, but it had tint barbs running along the length of\nthe metal. \n

\n\t“You know where that goes.”\nthe performer said. The sadist smiled, as I saw her pull aside the\nother woman’s clitoral hood, before pushing that needle all of the\nway down into the clit. At least she hadn’t heated it up first. But\nthe clit would get torn up when the performer pulled the needle out. \n

\n\tI saw the sadist’s\nfingertip and thumb tip, from where she had been holding the needles.\nThere was a little burn on each. Those needles, although not glowing,\nmust have been really hot when they went in. The performer walked off\nthe stage with all of the needles still embedded in her body.

\n\t“Glad you came?” my\ngirlfriend asked, as we made our way to the next tent.

\n\t“Yes, very glad.”

\n\t“Good. When we get back\ntonight I’ll deepthroat you while you perform the climax of that\nlast show on me.”

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\nGreat the Living Ashtray was\nnext. A beautiful blonde girl came out onto the stage. Her pussy was\nshaved, like most of these performers. I expected her body to be\ncovered with burns, considering the name of the attraction. But her\nskin was pale, and flawless. \n

\n\t“How come she looks so\ngood?” I whispered into Elisa’s ear.

\n\t“Because this show is one\nnight only.” she said. “Shut up and enjoy.”

\n\tThe black-haired sadist had\njoined us in the tent, as well as the woman in red latex from the\nfirst tent. There was a table with a cigarette lighter on it, and a\nlarge pack of cigarettes. There was also a speculum. \n

\n\t“I hope that you are all\nsadists, because, tonight, you get to burn me wherever you want.”\nShe had a German accent. This was another audience participation\nshow. “You each get to burn my breasts for five minutes. Whoever I\njudge to be the most sadistic then gets to burn my cunt for twenty\nminutes, after strapping me in the gyno chair.”

\n\tElisa went first. She singed\nall over the pale breasts, enjoying causing burns on the skin, as the\nwoman stood there smiling, her hands behind her back The woman in red\nlatex went next, and did the same. I was third. I singed the breasts,\nbut not too badly, I hoped. In fact I probably spent more time\ncoughing than hurting her, as I didn’t smoke.

\n\tThe black-haired,\nforty-something sadist was last. She smoked a cigarette, but with the\ntip touching a nipple. She smoked it that way, the ember orange, for\naround two and a half minutes, before doing the other nipple like\nthat. It really was nasty. But I couldn’t help almost coming\nwatching the nipples be blackened like that, and listening to the\nperformer’s moans of pain. \n

\n\t“Er… well done… you\nwin.” the performer said, when the five minutes were up. She walked\nto the gyno chair, where she let the lesbian sadist strap her in.

\n\t“You have twenty minutes to\ntorture my cunt. Hold nothing back. But I don’t think that you\nwill.”

\n\tShe was right. The sadist\ntreated the cunt in the same manner as the nipples. She smoked a\ncigarette while the woman touched the labia. I glanced at Elisa. She\nhad pulled her leather coat open, and was red-faced, her fingers\nmassaging her pussy, as she watched a lesbian sadist burn a woman’s\ncunt.

\n\tThe cunt was burned all over,\nnot just on the inner and outer labia, but on the pubic mound, and on\nthe urethra. The sadist even used the speculum to burn the vaginal\nwalls, and the cervix.

\n\tWith five minutes to go the\nsadist lit another cigarette. She smoked it furiously, the end of the\ncigarette in constant contact with the clit, blackened and burned by\nthe cigarette. Elisa came, almost collapsing onto the ground, her\nknees weak, as she saw a clit effectively destroyed by a cigarette.

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\nThe next tent was the Cuke\nGirl. There was a girl already sitting in an armchair, on the stage.\nShe was very thin, with almost no breasts to speak of. She had long\nbrown hair. I thought that she had to be no older than eighteen. But\nwhat was remarkable about her was her erect clit. There was no clit\nhood at all. But her clit was massive. It was erect, but it was at\nleast five inches long. And it was definitely a clit, not some\ntransexual’s cock. \n

\n\t“Who would like to suck me\noff?” this freak asked. Elisa was up the stairs onto the stage on\nthe word “suck,” discarding her coat on the way, now wearing only\nher thigh-high leather boots. I could do nothing but watch, as Elisa\nknelt down in front of the chair – at an angle so that everybody in\nthe tent – a couple of leather women and the old guy’s – could\nsee all of the action as she served a cock-sized clit. Elisa’s\ndripping pussy was on show, and I had to resist running on stage and\nburying my cock in her wet pussy. I was rock hard.

\n\tI watched, as Elisa first\nlicked all over the clit, then took it in her mouth and sucked it as\nthough it was a cock. \n

\n\t“Every bit of my clit is\nas… ah, sensitive… as a normal clit, but with so much more\nsurface area I can have sensations that no other woman can know.”\nthe Cuke Girl said. She then kept up a running commentary of what\nElisa was doing, in case there was nobody who could see. It took only\na few minutes for the Cuke Girl to come to a screaming orgasm.

\n\tElisa stood up, ready to\nleave the stage. But the show was not over yet.

\n\t“Wait…” the Cuke Girl\nsaid, recovering from her orgasm. “You have brought me pleasure.\nBecause of that, you now have the right to bring me pain.”

\n\tThe Cuke Girl handed Elisa a\nriding crop. \n

\n\t“I want you to whip my\nclit. You get to whip the largest clit you’ve ever seen. Whip me to\nI faint. Use your entire strength. Don’t hold back.”

\n\tElisa’s eyes lit up. She\nswished the riding crop through the air. The Cuke Girl sat on the\nedge of the chair, her clit poking up into the air. I wondered\nwhether, as the girl had just cum, her clit would be even more\nsensitive than normal.

\n\tElisa stood just to the side\nof the girl, who was now hyperventilating in fear (no masochist she).\nElisa whipped down the riding crop.

\n\tWHISH!\nThe end of the riding crop hit the very tip of the clit, the force of\nthe blow moving the clit downwards. The Cuke Girl screamed, and\ncurled up into a ball, clearly in agony. Elisa waited for the girl to\nuncurl herself, and present her clit for punishment. \n

\n\tWHISH!\n“Aaaah!” It was a brutal hit to the shaft of this superclit. This\ntime, knowing what was coming, the Cuke Girl did not curl up. But her\nlegs trembled with agony, and she gripped the arms of the chair.

\n\tWHISH!\n“Aaaah!” That\nscream was ear-splitting, but Elisa showed no mercy. Two more strikes\ncame, two more deafening screams. Then Eliza took a few steps back,\nran forward, and brought the riding crop down faster and harder than\nbefore. The Cuke Girl screamed and fainted, as the head of the riding\ncrop hit her right on the end of the clit again, the most sensitive\npart. I could see a small amount of blood trickling out of the end of\nthe clit. The show was over.

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\nThe next tent was the Whip\nMistress. We had to wait to be let in, as there was a show in\nprogress. When we went in there was a woman of around forty years old\non the stage. It was late, and the only other person who had entered\nwith us was a goth girl, maybe around twenty years old. For some\nreason she looked very nervous. There was a gyno chair on the stage,\nangled so that we, the audience, would be able to see everything.

\n\tThe Whip Mistress strode out\non stage. She had long dark hair, and was dressed in long leather\nboots, a tight corset, and nothing else.

\n\t“This is another audience\nparticipation show.” the Whip Mistress said. “Will their be any\nvolunteers? I will need a female volunteer. If there are not any\nthere will be no show. Understand that if you put your hand up you\nwill be tortured with my whip. I will whip your breasts. I will then\nsplit your nipples. I will whip your cunt. Then I will split your\nclit.”

\n\tI held back Elisa, but she\njust gave me an odd look. She wasn’t interested, thankfully, in\nbeing mutilated. But then, very hesitantly, the goth girl raised an\narm. \n

\n\tThe goth girl was dressed in\na black tee shirt and tight black jeans. She shucked those off, to\nrun naked onto the stage. I could see that her nipples and labia were\npierced, and her pubic mound was shaved. She had a few tattoos, as\nwell.

\n\t“Remove your nipple and\ncunt rings, while I show just how skilled I am.” The Whip Mistress\nsaid. As to men pushed a wooden frame onto the stage we watched as\nthe Whip Mistress set up a series of playing cards, edge one. I\nwatched as the whip split one card after the other, the tip of the\nwhip never missing. It saw something glint as the whip cracked\nthrough the air, and it became clear that the whip ended in thin\nmetal, rather than leather. This was a really nasty whip.

\n\tThe frame was an oblong\nwooden frame, with chains and manacles going to ratchets going to the\nfour corners of the frame. Once the goth girl had removed her\npiercings she was attached to the frame. The manacles were put on the\nwrists, and she was raised up, until her toes left the floor of the\nstage. Then manacles were put on her ankles. The chains were\nratcheted until she was bowstring tight.

\n\t“I’m not sure about\nthis.” the goth girl said. It was clear that she was already in\npain, just from the suspension. But she was ignored. Nobody rushed\nforward to help her. We all wanted to see her get whipped (especially\nmy hard cock).

\n\t“She has to be tight.”\nthe Whip Mistress said. “She must not be able to move, so that I\nonly split her nipples, not whip them off. Now, let us cause her\ntorture.”

\n\tThe Whip Mistress stepped\nback, judging the distance, so that only the very tip of the whip\nwould touch the girl. The whip cracked, moving almost too fast to\nsee. A tiny cut appeared on one of the girl’s breasts, as the\nvictim screamed.

\n\tOn and on the whipping went,\na myriad number of tiny cuts on the breasts, each of them leaking\nblood. The girl screamed, and begged, and screamed again. But she was\nstill ignored. She had volunteered for this, after all.

\n\tThen the Whip Mistress moved\nlower, targeting the shave cunt. The whip flicked the pubic mound,\nbefore flicking the labia. Each stroke drew blood. The goth girl was\nonly gurgling now, unable to scream. The Whip Mistress made sure that\nthe labia were well punished, running with blood. \n

\n\tThen the Whip Mistress got\nout a pair of clamps, each of them attached to string. She walked up\nto the girl in the frame, and put a clamp on each labia, pulling the\nlabia out as far as they would go, tying the string to the sides of\nthe frame.

\n\t“No, please, I beg you.”\nthe goth girl said. But the Whip Mistress ignored her. She sent the\nend of the whip between the widely-parted labia, to cut the girl’s\nvulval walls. The girl fainted.

\n\t“We cannot have that.”\nthe Whip Mistress said. She used smelling salts to restore her victim\nto consciousness. \n

\n\tThe Whip Mistress whipped out\ntwice, the girl screaming to high heaven as the metal tip of the whip\nsplit her nipples in two. The girl screamed, but stayed awake.

\n\tThen the Mistress went over\nand inspected where the clitoris was hid beneath its fleshy hood.

\n\t“Her clit is hiding from\nus.” the Whip Mistress said. “We cannot have that. It is the\nhighlight of the show.”

\n\tThe woman produced a scalpel,\nand cut off the clitoral hood, so that the clit had nowhere to hide.\nShe wiped away the blood, so that we could see the clit. The goth\ngirl, goggle-eyed, could only stare down at where her clitoral hood\nhad been. The Mistress stood back, took careful aim, and cracked the\nwhip. I saw a tiny spurt of blood, as the girl’s clit was bisected\nby the whip. I thought the show over, but there was a coda to it.

\n\t“Well, we have done her\nsome damage.” the Whip Mistress said. “We must repair her, a\nlittle.”

\n\tShe took out some antiseptic,\nand applied it to the split nipples and clit. The astringent sting\ngot the goth girl screaming again. The Whip Mistress then got out a\nneedle and thread.

\n\t“No, please.” the goth\nsaid. But the Whip Mistress wasn’t listening. I watched as she\nsewed the nipples back together. The goth girl screamed, and shook\nher head. But it was nothing like the screams when the Whip Mistress\nsewed her clit.

\n\tAnd that was the end of this\nparticular show. The goth girl was led away, out of the back of the\nstage, accompanied by the Whip Mistress. I though I heard the sadist\nsay “You are my slave now.” But maybe that was just my\nimagination.

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\nThe Man with Two Cocks was\nnext. I had expected this to be fake, some guy with a prosthetic cock\nabove his real one. But when he walked on stage it looked real: to\ncircumcised cocks, both erect, both seven inches long, one above the\nother. The guy was muscular, and obviously worked out. He loved his\nbody.

\n\tI was the only guy in the\ntent. There were about half a dozen women, as well as Elisa. No doubt\nthey all wanted to see if the two cocks were real.

\n\t“Yes, they are both real.”\nhe said, waving his cocks around. “Would anybody like to feel the\nevidence?”

\n\tSeven arms went up, including\nElisa’s. The guy chose a black girl with big tits. The girl was\nonly wearing a corset and red “fuck me” shoes. I was beginning to\nfeel overdressed. \n

\n\tThe black girl, with a wide\nsmile, ran up onto the stage. It was clear that she intended to enjoy\nthis. And she did. She knelt down, on all fours, and I watched as she\ngasped as the guy fucked her arsehole and cunt at the same time,\nsinking down into her for the full length of his two cocks. The girl\ncame at least twice. Then, at the end, the guy pulled out. He walked\naround to the front of the black girl. His cocks both exploded at the\nsame time, spurting streams of white cum all over her face. She\nmoans, but makes no attempt to wipe the spunk off her face. And it\nlooked very sexy, the white spunk slowly dripping from her black\nskin.

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\nThe Illustrated Girl was next.\nShe came out onto the stage. Well, she wasn’t a girl, she looked\nmore like forty, with large breasts and wide hips. But it was hard to\ntell, as she had no hair, not even on her head, and her entire body\nhad been tattooed, creating quite a bizarre spectacle. Even her pussy\nhad been tattooed.

\n\tShe did not stay on the\nstage, but came down, into the audience, so that we could see the\ntattoos in closer detail. Every tattoo was a pornographic scene. I\nsaw an image of a man whipping a girl, blood spraying in the air; a\ngirl torturing a guy’s cock, and stuff like that. On her pubic\nmound the Illustrated Girl had an image of a laughing, leather-clad\ndominatrix plunging a red hot branding iron into a woman’s open\ncunt.

\n\t“Pick a tattoo and\nconcentrate… concentrate.” she said. Her voice was strangely\nhypnotic, I could do nothing but obey.

\n\tMy gaze settled on a scene on\none of her shoulders. It showed some teenage girl – eighteen,\nhopefully – one her hands and knees, long brown hair trailing down,\nher head under the belly of a Great Dane, sucking its red, erect\ncock. I couldn’t tear my face away. The tattoo seemed to grow in\nsize, until it filled my vision. And suddenly I was there, looking\ndown at the cute eighteen year old as she sucked off a dog’s cock.\nIt was impossible, but I could hear each slurp as she deepthroated\nthe doggy cock down to its knot.

\n\tShe shifted her arse around,\nin a very sexy way. I just stared at her drinking the doggy cum. I\nknew that it was already releasing its sperm, and that she was\nswallowing it all. My cock was as hard as it had ever been.

\n\t“Well, what are you waiting\nfor?” she said, breaking off from sucking the dog for a few\nseconds, to turn and look at me. “Fuck me in my arsehole.” She\nthen began sucking the dog again, not wanting to miss any of the\ndoggy cum. \n

\n\tHow could I resist? I took my\ncock out of my leather trousers, and slowly introduced it to her\nyoung, hot, tight arsehole. I fucked that tight arsehole as I watched\nher suck the dog. It did not take me long to cum…

\n\t…and suddenly I was back in\nthe tent, watching my sperm arc high into the air from my cock,\nprotruding out of the zip of my leather trousers. I glanced at my\ngirlfriend. But her eyes were closed. She shuddered, in her own\nfantasy, clearly in the grip of an orgasm. Seeing my girlfriend cum\nwas a turn on, and I remained semi-erect, despite having just cum.

\n\tSo that was the show. There\nhad to have been some form of hypnosis. Later, I asked Eliza just\nwhich image she had been concentrating on. But she refused to tell\nme, indicating that it must have been something really bad. Judging\nfrom where Elisa had been standing, at the front of the tattooed\nwoman, it could have been the tattoo of a dominatrix forcing a red\nhot branding iron up a woman’s spread cunt. But, if that was the\ncase, had Elisa been merely a spectator to the scene, or had she been\nthe one holding the branding iron? Or, maybe, had she been the woman\nsuffering as red hot metal parted her labia? \n

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\nPriapus the Sperm Machine was\nnext. This was another guy, and once again I was the only guy in the\ntent. Priapus was naked, and the hairiest man I had ever seen. His\nbody was absolutely covered with hair, so that with his ten inch\nlong, thick, erect cock, he reminded me more of images of a satyr\nthan a human being. Even his feet were hairy.

\n\t“I am Priapus.” he said.\nHe had a faint Greek accent. It seemed like these performers came\nfrom all over the world. I supposed that if you scoured the entire\nworld you might encounter freaks like these. “I have a cock which\ndoes not go down, and my balls can produce many times the amount of\nspunk as a normal male. Would anybody like to experience the delights\nof bukkake?”

\n\tI turn to speak to Elisa, but\nshe is gone, walking up onto the stage in just her black leather\nboots. Sometimes I wished she wasn’t so sexy. Ah, well, at least\nthe hairy guy wasn’t going to fuck her. And I had watched plenty of\nbukkake porn on my computer, so who was I to complain?

\n\tElisa knelt at his feet, in a\nvery submissive position, as he stood over her, wanking his rock hard\ncock. It didn’t take him long to cum. A string of white spunk burst\nforth from his cock, hitting Elisa on her closed eyes. Then another\nfew out of his cock slit, hitting her nose. A third flew out, into\nher open, waiting mouth. And more: he produced string after a string\nof cum, much more than should have been possible. When he finished I\nreckoned that Elisa had as much cum on her face as from four men. It\nwas a thick film of cum covering her face from her hairline down to\nher chin.

\n\t“I think that I’ve got a\ntissue somewhere.” I said, feeling in the pockets of my leather\ncoat.

\n\t“Don’t you dare!” Elisa\nsaid. “Just carry my coat. I don’t want spunk dripping on it.” \n

\n\tThat was how we left the\ntent, Elisa with spunk dripping off her face, blinking through the\nsperm, naked apart from her boots, and me reduced to carrying her\ncoat. \n

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\nLeena the Contortionist was\nthe penultimate tent. There was only a wooden box on the stage, no\nsign of Leena. Then as we were waiting for something to happen, the\nlid of the box flipped open and a hand waved. I stared. I couldn’t\nbelieve that anybody was in the box. It looked too small. But the\nhand became an arm, and then two arms, as a naked girl extricated\nherself from the box. Leena was very thin, and she moved oddly,\nclearly with odd joints. Soon she was out of the box, standing naked\non the stage. She had a small black Mohawk, but her pussy was shaven.\nHer breasts were no more than a B cup, at most. But I supposed that\nit was less two squeeze in the box.

\n\tShe gave us a highly\neroticised performance, showing of just how bendy she was. Supporting\nherself on her hands, she bent down her head to her cunt, so we could\nwatch her as she tongued herself to an orgasm. Then somehow twisting\nherself into a ball she fisted her own cunt and arsehole at the same\ntime. She then rimmed herself for a long time, before somehow\nsqueezing herself back into that same impossibly small box.

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\nWe had reached the final show,\nthe Girl with the Impossible Tongue. It was the final performance, of\nthe final show. It was now the middle of the night. Elisa still had a\nlot of spunk on her face, slowly drying.

\n\tWe were the only people in\nthe tent. A tall girl came out of the back. She had long, black hair,\nand was very slim, although she had no breasts to speak of. She stood\nstill on the stage, and slowly had the tip of her tongue slip out of\nher mouth. But it kept coming, a writing, pink snake, until she\ntouched her dimpled chin with her tongue. Then he tongue was raised,\nup her face, towards her eyebrows. And it kept coming. It carried on\nuntil there was a foot of pink tongue facing out of her mouth. How\ncould she have a tongue as long as that? It must have totally filled\nher mouth – and more. The girl did not speak – maybe she couldn’t\n– but she motioned towards Elisa. \n

\n\t“Go on, you know you want\nto.” I sighed. Elisa ran up onto the stage.

\n\tThe girl with the foot long\ntongue began by licking Eliza’s face clean of the drying spunk. Her\nface did not have a drop left at the end (and seeing that hardened my\ncock again. Then she indicated that Elisa should stand with her\nbooted legs widely spread. The tongue girl sat between Elisa, and I\nsaw the sexist thing I had ever seen in my life: a foot long tongue\nslowly work its way up into my girlfriend’s hot cunt.

\n\t“Oh god, oh god.” Elisa\ngasped, feeling something which she had never felt before, and never\nwould again. “Oh god, it’s filling me. Oh god, she’s licking my\ncervix.” Lisa went week at the knees, as she came with the tongue\ninside her. The girl held Elisa in place, not letting her leave just\nyet. She withdrew the tongue from Elisa’s drenched cunt. I was\nright at the edge of the stage by then, and I saw the tip of the\ntongue at Elisa’s little brown anus. Now I had rimmed Elisa in the\npast, but I could only get the tip of my tongue in her very tight\nback passage. This girl, though, managed to slide the full length of\nher tongue up Lisa’s arsehole.

\n\t“It’s swirling around!”\nElisa said. Then the only sounds she could make were ah\nah as the tongue\nfucked her arsehole. Elisa flicked her clit, eventually coming with a\ntongue deep in her bowels. She staggered off the stage, looking\nexhausted.

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\nAs we got back into our car,\nElisa still only wearing her boots, she muttered: “Remember, your\ncock still has a date with my mouth, and my cit has a date with a\nbarbed needle…”

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