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story_codes: Creatures/gg(4,4), g/g, rape, cons, supernatural

story_intro: What is in that mysterious trunk at the carnival that led a curious little girl to peer inside? The same thing that will draw another child years later, dragging innocence into the unnatural darkness.

story_language: English





Carnival Alaxizz, Story 3

Written by madvlad


1888

	The crowd roared as the clowns capered about. Perhaps none were more delighted than the large group of children in one section. They were from a nearby orphanage and after so much grief in their young lives, the magic and comedy of the Carnival Alaxizz lightened their existence, even if only for a day. The proprietors of the carnival had provided tickets and coupons for food, drink, and games at no cost to the orphanage and the people in charge were most grateful.

	"We usually maintain a consistent routine for our children," Horace McAllister was explaining to Wendell and Kara, the people from the carnival who had been so generous. "But I must say, this is a welcome change for them."

	"It is our pleasure as we always have a special interest in such unfortunates," Wendell replied.

	The act was finishing and the clowns scampered to a brightly painted wooden chest. They hopped in one by one, the crowd responding in wonder as the clowns disappeared for there were far too many of them to fit. Yet they had seen the chest carried in and laid on solid ground - no holes or tunnels could have been there for the performers to escape.

	At last, the ringmaster made his closing comments and the people began to slowly exit the big top. Horace signaled to his employees to gather the children.

	"We had thirty-eight going in and we want to be sure we have thirty-eight going out," Horace said with a wink.

	"Oh no, thirty-seven," Kara interjected. "That little one should stay here, don't you think?"

	Horace looked at a brown haired four year-old girl who was still gaping at the wooden chest.

	"Do you mean Clara?" he asked.

	"Yes," Kara replied, her voice containing shadowing whispers and echoes that played on the man from the orphanage. "She would have a place here and you'd have one less mouth to feed."

	Horace looked at her blankly and then blinked as his mind cleared.

	"Oh yes, of course," he said reasonably. "Well, I'm glad this is settled. Thank you again for your hospitality."

	"They're so easy, it's not much fun to play with their minds," Wendell remarked after the man departed. 

	"But Dearest, it's not about our games," Kara gently chided. "It's all about the children."

	"Of course," Wendell acknowledged with a smile.

	Kara took the girl by the hand.

	"Hello, my name is Kara," she said to the tot.

	"That rhymes with my name," the girl replied with a huge smile. 

	She looked at the kind woman for a moment and continued.

	"When I grow up, I want to be pretty just like you."

	"What thank you, Clara," Kara said. "Now why don't you look at the chest and see what kind of magic is there to make those clowns disappear?"

	Clara gave the woman a huge grin and crept over to the chest. The lid appeared to be heavy, but opened easily in the girl's hand. She peered inside, seeing only darkness. Then something grayish snaked out and wrapped around Clara's waist. Before the girl could yell, it pulled her inside and the lid slammed shut. 

	With her preternatural hearing, Kara listed to the sounds of struggling and then a child's thin wails. There were other noises - meaty and liquidy - those that became more carnal. Kara closed her eyes and savored the experience.

	Clara was disoriented as she was pulled deep inside the chest, going farther down than possible based on the exterior she had seen. The shadowy space was also longer and wider. But her concentration was more focused on other things that coiled around her and held her limbs fast. 

	A clown approached, grinning very widely; too widely, in fact, to be human. Its teeth were yellow and pointed as it smiled even wider. It gripped her dress and pulled. Clara squirmed as she heard it tear and felt hot air caressing her nakedness. Then the clown pushed something between her legs and Clara screamed as she felt something else tear inside of her. 

	The child's bald cunt opened with a bloody burst as the clown rammed its cock home. It was a massive tool; far too long and wide for even a grown human to take. But little Clara took it all, her four year-old twat expanding grossly as the laws of a different nature allowed the clown's turgid prick to fully sink into her.

	Soon, Clara's world had shrunk to the constant cries that wrenched from her small throat and the rough hardness as the pounded and savaged her tiny cuntlet. Her hairless labia stretched and bulged obscenely with every stroke, dripping with blood from her obliterated hymen. After an indeterminate time, something hot and slimy surged into the child's body. 

	More things approached, touching Clara in many ways and preparing her for things she didn't understand yet.

	The foulness was only beginning.

	
TODAY

	"A fucking circus," Traci texted. "Another hour of this and then we leave. But I can't meet up tonight because the damned sitter bailed on me."

	A bitter divorce that ended six months ago had left Traci with sole custody of her four year-old daughter, Junie. While it may have seemed like a victory to many, in truth neither Traci nor her husband wanted to be saddled with a kid. But the girl was another battle ground for them to throw their venom, each seeking to damage the other. In the end, Traci won that skirmish, but lost because now she was responsible for the spoils.

	Junie's dark curls bounced as the child laughed at the clowns. Her mouth was smeared with pink from the cotton candy that Traci now regretted getting. Now the kid would be a sticky mess amped up on sugar. 

	Normally, Traci would have thrown away the letter that arrived at her office declaring her to be a winner. But something compelled her to open and it she found an all access pass for her and her daughter to this Carnival Alaxizz. It was all-inclusive, covering everything from parking to concessions and shows. 

	Her boss and several co-workers remarked how lucky she was. While their comments were genuine, Traci felt stuck - now she had to take the kid to this place or else everyone would wonder why she didn't. She still had to pretend she was a doting mother. So off she went with daughter, never stopping to wonder how the carnival ever got her and Junie's names.

	"It's not fair having a kid bog you down is it?" asked the woman sitting on the other side of Traci.

	Annoyed, Traci turned to the woman to tell her to mind her own fucking business but for some reason only acknowledged the statement.

	"I guess I'm lucky," Kara continued as she held Traci in her spell. "My husband is still around and our daughter isn't much of a problem. But you know there is an easy way out."

	"I don't think drowning kids is legal," Traci joked, drawing a laugh from her new friend whom she now felt could be trusted explicitly.

	"No but you can give up custody with a stroke of a pen. It's a hell of a lot easier than gaining custody."

	"Yeah, but then where does she go?"

	"You can leave her here after the show and we can do the rest," Kara said reasonably. "You can tell anyone who asks that she's gone to live with relatives or whatever."

	That did sound reasonable to Traci in her carefully muddled mind. In fact, it was so ridiculously easy that she wondered why she hadn't come up with this on her own. The woman handed her some papers that - wouldn't you know it? - already had Junie's name on it. Traci admired the woman for having planned ahead like this. With a stroke of her pen, Traci made her life much easier.

	"And we already have people taking her things out of your condo," Kara told her. "So when you get back, it will be like she never even existed."

	Traci nodded, appreciative of the convenience. Then she got up and left, texting her friend that she would be downtown tonight after all.

	"Where's Mommy?" Junie asked when the show was over.

	"She asked me to take you to see the big box all the clowns went into," Kara answered. "I'm sure a clever girl like you will figure it out."

	"Is it magic?" Junie queried, her eyes growing huge at the thought. 

	"Certainly. And it's a special kind of magic for cute little girls like you."

	Junie was practically hopping with excitement as she was led to the chest. The big top tent was empty except for her and Kara. She lifted the lid and stood on her toes to look inside. When she was taken, all there was to be heard was a startled squeak and the thud of the shutting lid. And then the new sounds began inside, reminding Kara of Clara all those years ago. 

	Junie whimpered as her shirt and shorts were ripped from her. Her panties followed and she felt something touching her between her legs like Mommy's lawyer had done a bunch of times when Mommy was yelling at Daddy in another room. Then she saw a smiling clown who was suddenly very scary.

	Junie's hairless mound spread widely as the clown's dick pushed into it. Then it rushed inward. Junie screamed as her innocence was torn away, her shrill cries continuing as the hardness forced her virgin preschool twat to open unnaturally wide. The clown rutted brutally in the four hear-old's bleeding sex tube, making her feel its cock to the very core of her being. The child's tiny twat grabbed at the meat, caressing it as it sealed tightly around the raping tool. After nearly an hour of savage intercourse, the  steaming rush of thick semen in her babyish womb silenced her.

	Junie was stunned by the sudden assault, barely able to even grunt as the clown tore its prick free of her brutalized cunt. 

	Another clown handled her rump, squeezing the round little cheeks before forcing its dick between them. Junie's voice returned as her anus was cruelly dilated. Then the monstrous cock thundered into her tender rectum; the dark magic making it swell to unnatural proportions as she discovered she had a new rape hole. 

	The clown was standing upright, pounding into the little girl's ass when another clown stepped in front. Junie shook her head frantically as the clown's prick pressed against her pudgy, hairless cuntlet. But there was no respite and Junie's throat became raw from her screaming as a second cock filled her body. 

	Now two oversized pricks were rasping in and out of the four year-old. Her ass felt like it was on fire and her pussy threatened to burst from the enormous meat penetrating her. The pain was growing white hot with intensity, nearly blinding her until her body convulsed with something new and unexpected.

	Junie didn't know what the word orgasm meant, but she nearly drowned in the sodden, searing release in her bloated pussy. It made her want the thing in her bottom to move harder and she craved the abrasiveness of the cock working in her undersized quim. The clowns answered with dual rushes of heavy jism in her tiny channels.

	Now another clown took her in the ass, still holding her upright. To Junie's surprise, a second clown with another little girl her age approached. The other's girl's ass was similarly impaled and the clown moved so that the girls were pressed together in front as they were heartily sodomized. 

	The other girl pushed her tongue in Junie's mouth. After her initial shock, Junie willingly licked back at the other girl with a mysterious sense of pleasure and excitement. She felt her nipples stiffening as they rubbed against the other girl's aroused chest. But the best part were where their puffy little twats pressed together, the hairless surfaces slick with their mingled juices and fuck slime from the clowns as they ground against each other. 

	Junie felt her pussy flowing with fluids, threatening to melt against the other girl's mons. Her fear dissolved as she surrendered to this induced, newfound lust. The four year-olds hungrily lapped at each other, their nipples aching as they agitated each other and their baby cuntlets drooling as their stiffened clits flicked together. Their shared orgasm was crushing, enhanced by more loads of hot jism getting pounded into their straining rectums. 

	Junie didn't know how long this went on before she found herself lying on some sort of ground. From the gloom, the other little girl crawled on top of her, sliding her tongue into Junie's mouth while she wriggled on top of her. Junie responded and grabbed the other girl's rump to keep her cunny positioned on top of her own. 

	Clara used her tongue more forcefully, making Junie respond before she suddenly pulled her mouth away. Junie whined in protest but Clara scooted around so she was facing the other way. Clara pressed her cum-drenched twat against Junie's lips, muffling her protests. 

	Junie didn't know what to do until she felt Clara's mouth descend on her pussy. Spreading her legs in response the other girl's lascivious touch, Junie opened her mouth and began to suck at the bald twat bulge pressed against her face. And then following Clara's lead, she thrust her tongue inside the tiny slit and began to feast on everything she found.

	Exhausted, Junie was slumbering hard as Clara snuggled next to her. Over the years, she had peeked from the trunk as she saw people come and go; the clothing and hairstyles changing while inside the world hidden in the trunk, she never grew older in body or mind. And then today Kara had brought that cute little girl with curly hair to the trunk. Now Clara finally had a playmate her age to enjoy forever.




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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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