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story_codes: Monster/g(11), supernatural, rape

story_intro: More stand-alone installments for this Halloween series. Genevieve is visiting the carnival with her parents but for a different kind of fun. A child of privilege like her mom and dad, she looks forward to bullying the carny trash. But she should be more respectful of trash.


story_language: English






Carnival Alaxizz, Story 12

Written by madvlad


	Trevor and Joanne looked at the girl with disdain. She was maybe a year older than their daughter, Genevieve, and certainly looked like carny trash with her tight shorts and her blouse tied above her tan midriff. Despite the righteous indignation he shared with his wife, Trevor didn't make as much eye contact with the girl as his wife did as his gaze kept lowering to her top which she had open at the top to show the modest swells of her preteen titties.

	Although he had never experienced an incestuous thought in his life, Trevor mentally compared this girl's chest to that of his daughter who, according to his wife, wore a training bra for several months now. Genevieve, unaware of her father's comparison, was standing next to him and gave this white trash bitch blocking their way a smug look of disapproval she had learned from an early age as her parents engaged in activism nearly full time.

	Joanne had a generous trust fund that supported the family well as they travelled the world in their crusade to save the environment. Once, Genevieve had asked why they often used a private jet with a tremendous output and her parents had explained that their important work more than offset the carbon emissions and if they imported fresh delicacies from all over the world to serve at their celebrity-laden parties, the carbon spewed for that went toward a good cause.

	"We have a court order," Joanne stated as she waved a sheet of paper under the girl's nose. "We are allowed to have an information booth on these grounds during your so-called carnival to let visitors know about the environmental assaults being committed to provide your low-grade entertainment."

	"You're trucks don't even use bio-diesel, do they?" Genevieve added, drawing a nod of approval from her mother.

	Tanith shrugged.

	"They use something even cleaner," she answered truthfully.

	The trucks' fuel, as well as the electricity used at the carnival, was indeed driven by otherworldly power that produced no harmful emissions. Bu the engines and generators made sounds as if their fuel was more conventional so as not to draw unwanted attention. This annoying family was about to protest Tanith's claim when she held her hands up in apparent surrender.

	"Look, I don't know where my parents are right now - they're pretty busy. But you can talk to our security director, Roger, in that tent in about a half hour. He can make sure you've got the space you need and stuff."

	"Why not right now?" Trevor said, inching closer to the girl in an apparent show of intimidation while also getting a better angled view at her gorgeously firm little breasts. Unlike his daughter, this Tanith kid wore no bra.

	"He's having lunch and doesn't like to be disturbed."

	Joanne wasn't having any of this and charged past Tanith who made no move to stop her. Surprisingly, the girl didn't even protest. After stealing one more glimpse of young tit meat, Trevor followed her with Genevieve in tow. Pausing at the tent flap, he turned to his daughter.

	"Have Tanith show you some areas where we can establish our tables."

	"Okay, Dad," Genevieve agreed before turning to Tanith and wrinkling her nose. "Come on, you have to do this because we have a court order. And your security guy, Roger? I don't think he'll have an appetite for lunch after my parents get through with him."

	Tanith mere shrugged again. Roger (his real name and species name were unpronounceable) never let anything ruin his appetite. Then she considered Trevor and Joanne. Roger was dining on the remains of a couple of wanna-be Aryan Nation thugs who tried to cause trouble last night. With the addition of the enviro-psycho couple, Roger would have both the far-right and the far-left for a well-balanced meal.

	"Maybe we can look at the Haunted Forest," Tanith suggested.

	Genevieve blew an impatient breath from her mouth.

	"You want us to be near a bunch of plastic trees?"

	"Oh no, they're real. We take them with us."

	"It is harmful to keep trees uprooted," Genevieve lectured as they approached a wooded cluster. "And you don't..."

	She stopped and looked more closely at the trees. They were large and ancient and some of their roots could be seen where they stretched out before driving deep into the ground.

	"You did not take these with you," Genevieve snottily protested. "And...what are you doing?"

	Tanith had shucked off her clothing and now stood nude except for her sneakers. The tits Genevieve's father had admired were small but becoming nicely round. There wasn't every much there but what there was jutted out firmly. Despite her shock, Genevieve could tell that the other girl had outgrown her training bras and would wear an A-cup if she ever wore bras at all.

	Tanith yanked the shoulder bag containing flyers that Genevieve had been carrying and slung it over her own shoulder.

	"I'm becoming one with nature," she replied and grabbed a thick, low-hanging branch from the first tree before climbing it. "If you want your papers, you'll have to come get them."

	Muttering a curse, Genevieve started to climb. Tanith seemed to content to remain where she was, straddling a wide branch and just rocking her body. As she drew higher, Genevieve got a better view of what the carny girl was doing.

	Tanith was grinding her cunt against a knot in the tree limb. A small collection of thin, silky fuzz grew above the girl's slit but her lips were bare as they were spread by the branch. They were already damp as the twelve year-old continued to hump her deciduous lover. 

	When she saw the other girl's lewdness in full view, Genevieve froze and gaped. She had played with herself a little but that was as far as she had done - and that was under her covers in bed. Now seeing this in full view and Tanith had no shame. Gritting her teeth, she went to move so she could get her back and leave this pervert behind.

	But she couldn't move.

	Her arms were caught in clusters of leaves and branches that she could have sworn hadn't been there a moment ago. When she tried to move her feet, she found them stuck as well. There were more branches now wrapped around her ankles. Genevieve looked down and wished she hadn't as leafy vines curled around her legs and moved upward.

	Then they were all over her from every angle. Desperately struggling, Genevieve tried to get free but more sticks and vines were pulling at her clothing. Cloth was tearing and she tried to yell for help before a bough crammed her mouth with leaves. Grunting in frustration, the preteen tried to wrench free with every bit of strength but she couldn't budge. Defeated, she slumped in the tree's embrace until she felt vines sliding under her panties and bra. The tendril wrapped around the underwear and pulled.

	Genevieve groaned as her training bra was torn free. The summer breeze licked at her sprouting little nubbins and she made piteous high-pitched noises. Still doing her crotch grind, Tanith observed the younger girl's naked chest with bemusement.

	"Those are cute but your father liked mine better," she noted.

	Genevieve's eyes widened with outrage at the remark and just before her panties were pulled off in two pieces. Green leaves slid over the pale places where the girl had kept herself covered. Her trim buttocks were caressed while other leaves and some smaller twigs rubbed more insistently at the perfectly smooth mound between her legs.

	Crying now, Genevieve wordlessly tried to beg Tanith to make this disgusting thing stop. But the other girl licked her lips instead; jamming her cunny harder against the branch's knot. Tanith's gaze then lowered as something rustled upwards toward the junction of the captured girl's spread legs.

	Her heart pounding in her bared chest, Genevieve couldn't see what Tanith was watching but felt the hard touch against her bald vulva. Although she had never even kissed a boy yet, she knew how babies were made and her gut went hollow as she understood that she was about to be raped.

	The branch shot up, piercing the eleven year-old's hairless pussy and shredding her cherry. Her body taut with agony, Genevieve felt the thick wood sliding into her channel as her blood ran down the length. It seemed to be endless; the knobby surfaces pummeling her stretched cunt tube until she was unnaturally penetrated.

	For a moment, all was still except for the leaves now tugging on the hardened nipples of the girl's new breasts. Then the branch moved; sawing relentlessly out of the reluctantly lubricating twat hole of the deflowered preteen. Tanith's pelvis rolled with the same rhythm of the raping branch and she enjoyed every grind just as the heavy branch raped Genevieve's formerly pristine cunt.

	Amidst the assault, Genevieve was only vaguely aware of more branches sweeping over her high and proud little ass. Then another branch like the first burrowed between her soft rump cheeks before drilling through her anus. With siren-like wails smothered by the leaves, the eleven year-old learned a new violation as her rectum was plumbed by twisting and thrusting wood.

	Yet another horror arose when she felt some spikes of pleasure in her ravaged, prepubescent pussy. The girl's juicy snatch quivered as it clamped around the marauding branch. Genevieve feared she had gone mad to find any of this rape pleasurable. Helpless, she nonetheless tried to fight her arousal. The pain in both of her over-stuffed holes seemed to feed her desire.

	Twigs scratched her achingly stiff nipples and she found herself trying to push her chest out to increase the intensity. Her ass was pounded with every stroke increasing her penetration. Despite its thickness, the branch could bend as it worked its way into her colon and pulling out to keep ass-fucking her. She sensed she was being changed back there; her digestive organs being transformed for only this vile act.

	Although her cervix was battered, no effort was made to breach it. The eleven year-old slumped in the tree, taking the double lengths of wood into her body until they convulsed. Her throat bulged with stifled screams as hot sap was pumped into her uterus and bowels. The stuff was searing her inside and she tried to wrench her body free but her efforts slowed as she felt herself changing as the carnal goo took hold.

	She saw Tanith sitting still, straddling the branch and panting in post-climactic ecstasy. Then Genevieve was enclosed and her transformation entered its last stage.

	Day became night and then day again. Carnival visitors looked at her and made comments that were too muffled for her to feel. But none of them did anything to halt the ceaseless rutting and steaming ejaculations inside her ass and cunny. Then she saw Tanith with two other children.

	Their parents were talking with Tanith's parents. No court injunctions this time as the couple was merely part of a community group looking to set up a barbecue concession for a fundraiser. Tanith's parents, Wendell and Kara, were always amenable to these things as it maintained good relations with the locals. And if, perhaps in another day or so, anyone came looking for Trevor and Joanne and Genevieve, the carnies could claim ignorance about having ever seen them.

	The family's Prius was now unidentifiable burnt scrap metal and Roger's stomach had destroyed evidence of the two adults. The girl, though, was still in plain view.

	Tanith liked today's kids. Joey was her age and tried to be polite but couldn't help checking her out as she showed him and his little sister about. After seeing the Haunted Forest, they'd go to some of the midway's rides. Tanith wouldn't mind giving Joey the ride of his life as well. And when he was exhausted, she'd have a go at his sister, Annette. Tanith just knew the six year-old would be so juicy once she was heated enough. Then perhaps a three-way...

	"Whoah! That's cool!" Joey exclaimed as they stopped at the first tree in the cluster. "How did they do that?"

	"Magic," Tanith replied.

	"Oooh! I wanna see!" Annette squealed.

	But when she saw the tree trunk, she pressed her face against her brother's side. The trunk had a shape in the surface like that of the face of a girl with her mouth agape in a frozen scream. A little higher up, the bark had twisted to look like two hands pressing outward with the fingers curled in agony.

	"Joey, it's scary," Annette squeaked.

	"Okay, we can go," Joey said without a grumble.

	Tanith ushered back toward the midway and stole a backward glance at the remarkably sculpted tree. Only the carnival people knew what was happening beneath its still surface. With all of the sap being spewed into her at regular intervals, Genevieve should stay well-preserved for years.

	Turning back to her observe her guests, Tanith watched Joey as he patted his sister's head protectively. It was nice that there was that affection between the siblings. Perhaps it could be a little naughty later on.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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