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Filename: carniva8.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(5), rape, supernatural

story_intro: The day at the carnival was so much fun! Kylie loved it all but the silly clowns were the best. When they invite her to play a game of hide and seek, she finally discovers where they are hiding. And then she learns what it is they seek.


story_language: English



Carnival Alaxizz, Story 8

Written by madvlad


	It was if the show was just for her. Kylie sat, mesmerized as acrobats and other carnival performers in the big tent displayed their feats. Just after a woman being held by a man on a trapeze somersaulted away from him and was caught by another man on another rig, Kylie excitedly turned to her mother and...stopped.

	Her mother was doing one of those things with her boyfriend. And neither of them liked it when they were interrupted. They were kissing and they each had a hand between the other's legs. No one else seemed to notice and Kylie returned her attention to the action in the ring. Why would they want to do that stuff here when there were so many interesting things to see here?

	Of course, the grown-ups hadn't been interested in the carnival until an envelope with tickets and vouchers for free stuff mysteriously arrived in the mail. Kylie had been delighted but now her mother and the boyfriend were doing that stuff that they did a lot back in the apartment. 

	The five year-old sighed. Grown-ups liked doing stuff between their legs. Her mother and her boyfriend would do all that rubbing and touching until they went in to the bedroom and closed the door. Kylie didn't know much about what happened next except that they took their clothes off and made lots of noises while they bounced on the bed. They even said bad words to each other when they did it although they didn't sound mad. They did get mad for real of Kylie interrupted him and she had learned her lesson well the only time she had one that she had.

	Other grown-ups liked touching between the legs, too. (Kylie knew all about this because her mother often told her to stay out of the apartment so she could pretend her daughter didn't exist.) There was that man in the apartment building who liked to put his hand in Kylie's panties and touch her there. It mostly felt strange but sometimes a little good. He also put his thing in her mouth and had her suck it. She didn't like the stuff that shot out of it but the candy he gave her afterward took care of the lingering taste. 

	When the clowns came out, Kylie forgot all about the idiosyncrasies of people over four feet tall. Their antics had her rocking in her seat with laughter. Her favorite was the clown with a bushy head of orange hair who had one of the squeeze horns and apparently ordered the other clowns with honks that they evidently understood and obeyed with comic, slapstick alacrity.

	Kylie looked back at her mother again - surely she had to be enjoying this. But no, she was still lip-locked and busy-handed with her boyfriend. Behind the couple sat a pretty lady with nice clothes who made eye contact with the little girl. The woman winked and shrugged to show she understood Kylie's confusion about her mother's priorities.

	Watching the clowns again, Kylie enjoyed herself and was disappointed as the clowns began leaving the tent. The clown with the horn paused at the tent flap and turned to honk his horn. Kylie started when she understood he was honking right at her. Grinning widely, he gave her a wink and gestured at her to come with him. 

	Kylie looked around - the clown had to mean someone else. But no one else was moving. The nice lady behind her mother tapped Kylie on the shoulder and flicked her finger toward the clown, giving the girl a friendly smile. 

	Well, if a grown-up was telling her to go with the clown, she was going right away! Her mother, otherwise engaged, never noticed as the child sped away toward the tent flap where the last clown had just passed through. 

	Behind the amorous couple, Kara sat back with satisfaction. Yes, they hadn't noticed that Kylie had gone. But now they had truly forgotten she had ever existed. 

	Kylie stopped outside the tent, looking to see where the clowns had gone. A sudden honk turned her to where the clown leader stood behind the tent. He gave her a huge, open-mouthed smile; his white face paint and perfect teeth gleaming in the moonless night. As Kylie scampered toward him, he disappeared. 

	From then, it became a game as she chased the honks through the maze of tents that seemed to stretch forever. At last, she saw him slip into a tent and followed him in where she discovered the entire troupe of clowns.

	"Gotcha!" she cried triumphantly.

	Startled, the other clowns starting running about the tent - and into each other. The laughing tot joined them in the merry mayhem. One of them scooped her up and carried her before tossing her to another. Kylie squealed but she was never in any danger of hitting the ground as she suddenly became a giggling equivalent of a beach ball as she was thrown about.  

	One of her sneakers fell off during the comic melee. Then a clown snatched her sock off and began tickling her. Kylie screeched and her tiny toes wriggled frantically. After her other foot was laid bare, she quickly became a target for tickling fingers that searched everywhere for a place to make her laugh as she was humorously tortured. 

	She was only vaguely aware that she had lost her shirt and shorts before her panties were pulled down while bulky clown fingers tickled her smooth little rump. Her other private place was tickled and she squirmed, feeling a little uneasy for the first time. But then a tickle there made her jolt as the briefest flare of arousal surged through her.

	The girl went still for a moment, wondering at the strange even as a clown held her small yellow panties close to his face, stretching the waistband. 

	The waistband slipped from one of his fingers and the undies snapped right against his face. The clown flung the underpants into the air and capered about as he held his "injured" nose. Kylie started laughing again.

	She was carried to a wooden table shaped like an X and set down. Now some clowns had rope out for whatever reason and Kylie was nearly in hysterics as they became entangled in their own silly messes. What a show!

	The clowns tried to put ropes on her with limited success at first. Finally, they had her secured with each limb trapped on a wing of the table. Kylie tried to get free and suddenly became aware that everything in the tent was now still. With the clowns all staring at her, she felt vulnerable and for the first time was wishing her mother was here. 

	As the orange-haired clown approached, Kylie struggled in her bonds. He stopped between the two wings of the table that held her legs and smiled.

	Kylie's heart nearly froze at the sight. Gone were the normal-looking teeth he had playfully flashed before. In their place were long, triangular teeth resembling something at home in the mouth of a shark and not a human. Nor was there any humanity in his eyes; yellow-rimmed orbs with centers dark enough to fall inside of in an endless plummet. 

	Now the other creatures clustered around her, menacing in their bright baggy costumes and with those teeth dripping with frothy saliva onto their garishly painted mouths. They gazed at the flesh they had been tickling only minutes before but now only anticipating the tenderness of the flesh as it would be rendered between their jaws. The little girl would not be much of a feast in the amount, but her delicate flesh would be a sumptuous feast to them.

	Sensing their hunger, Kylie whimpered as she begged the leader. 

	"Please don't eat me," she mewled. 

	Several clowns hissed with laughter as they reached for her but a sudden slash of the leader's hand stopped them. He held his little captive's gaze for a minute that lasted like ages to her. Opening his pants, he produced a wicked-looking thing and Kylie understood but didn't know how she would fit that in her mouth.

	Registering her acquiescence, the clown pressed the massive glans against the girl's tiny, hairless slit. Kylie shuddered at the touch of him but only when he began pushing did she understand that his intent was not just to touch her there. The child's soft mound compressed inward as the hard flesh tried to invade it. The delicate labia bulged apart and the creature was butting against the slowly surrendering gate to her undeveloped sex.

	Kylie opened her mouth to plead again but instead produced a siren-like wail as the thing punched through her miniature portal. The child's maidenhead burst apart as the thick member ripped into her defenseless pussy. The crimson spray of virgin blood against his white costume went unheeded by the clown as he drove his prick into little girl.

	Just two months shy of starting kindergarten, Kylie was forced into early womanhood. Her eyes rolled up and her own screams deafened her as the thing ripped its way into her bald cuntlet. She became aware of areas she never knew of; inner tissues stretching in ways she could never have imagined, sometimes coming apart as she forcibly took the entire tool. 

	Completely buried inside the plundered baby cunt, the creature regarded the wailing girl with curiosity. He tickled her under the chin, getting her to turn her focus on him. He held up his horn and playfully waggled his eyebrows. Then he squeezed the bulb.

	Kylie lurched as she felt the thing inside of her suddenly grow. The clown honked several more times, his dick enlarging with each comical-sounding toot. Impaled on the huge meat, Kylie screamed as her innards were further damaged. 

	Satisfied with the fit, the clown set the horn down. He could feel the maddened pulse of the little girl's heart against his glans and along his shaft. Her blood surged against his flesh in concert with it from the damaged areas but she was still pretty much intact. They might have to find dinner elsewhere tonight, but she would provide a feast of a different sort. 

	He pulled nearly all the way out, until just the head of his blood-coated dick was inside. With a savage lunge, he lanced the tiny fuck tunnel in what would be the next of so many times. Pounding the child's sundered cunt, he forced his prick through the slick, clenching flesh again and again. Every thrust made Kylie's soft tummy bulge along the path of the ravaging member. 

	Halfway into the rape, Kylie's voice quit. She was still crying but the hoarse whisper she produced could not mask the thick, foaming squelches as the cock rammed in and out of her deflowered young pussy. He was turning her into mush on the inside and she knew little else beyond the agony of the thing churning her little body.

	Then the thing swelled abruptly. The clown hissed as his balls erupted, sending his hellish seed deep into the ravished five year-old, soiling the place where a luckier girl would have someday grown new life when she reached a more mature age. 

	But instead Kylie experienced new horror as the thick spew scalded her and filling her so much she felt as if she would drown in the flood. Part of her, the part of her she knew, was barely floating and she tried to stay above the surface. The pulsing finally ceased and Kylie knew with fathomless dread that every creature here would have her this way tonight.

	If her body lasted that long.

	Larry loved the hot muggy night of the carnival. It meant there was so much fresh flesh barely covered and the youngsters carelessly displayed themselves as they drank in the entertainment, unaware of who might be mentally feeding on their enticing forms.

	Seated in the tent as the rest of the audience was engrossed in the performances, Larry was eyeing the luscious girl candy nearby. Slightly to the right in front of him sat three sisters. Their legs were lithe and smoothly tanned below their denim shorts and he envied the material that hugged the small crotches. 

	The sister on the right was perhaps twelve or thirteen. It was likely the weather that made her opt out of wearing a bra. At her age, her breasts didn't need the support as they pushed firmly against the yellow halter top she was wearing. She was getting a bit sweaty and the material molded nicely to the ripe little mounds she was sporting. 

	Directly in front of him was the middle sister, about a year younger than her elder sibling and also braless. In response to the sticky heat, she would occasionally tug her top outward to get some air. The tiny buds that graced her chest would fit well in a training bra although Larry applauded her decision to forgo the confining garment. 

	To the left sat the youngest sister, a girl who looked to be about eight. Although her legs were smaller than her sisters' they were showing nice form. And like her sisters, she wore a halter top that snugly wrapped around her utterly flat torso. The bottom rode up above the waist of her shorts, showing Larry part of her flat little belly. 

	There was another girl to the left - this one in his row. She was about four and was seated in her father's lap. Lucky Daddy. She wriggled and squirmed a bit, making her skirt slide toward her hips and giving her secret admirer some wonderful panty shots. They were peach-colored with red trim and a tiny bow on the front of the waistband. 

	The girl had an itch and was scratching herself in that perfect little place. Larry thought she could be more efficient if she bypassed the cotton and...oh, there she was. What a good little minx. She pushed the material in her crotch aside to let her fingers get at it and Larry got a mouth-watering look at the side of her bald quim until her itch was scratched.

	In his fantasies, Larry gallantly offered to hold the girl in his lap so her father would be more comfortable. Those panties would come off while his hard cock would grind between the bouncy little bubbles of her ass. Meanwhile, he'd make sure no more itches would bother her as he kept his fingers busy over her hairless twat. She'd really start squirming as he twisted a finger into that tight, preschool cunt.

	A roll of laughter in the crowd diverted his attention to the ring where the clowns were, well, clowning around. They all seemed to be coming out of one red white and blue barrel and there were plenty of them. One of them, a guy with orange hair, was honking a bicycle horn as each one emerged. Larry could have cared less until the last one was helped out. It was a girl not much older than the cunny scratcher a few seats over. 

	She was yummy, too, with chestnut hair tumbling below the funny cap she wore. Her clown dress only reached mid-thigh and Larry loved watching those legs as she scampered about. Unlike the others, her face was unpainted except for the dot of red pain on the tip of her nose. His thoughts turning to the happily perverse, Larry wondered what all the male clowns were doing with the little girl while they were supposedly in close quarters inside the barrel.

	The other girls nearby were forgotten as Larry gazed at the little performer. When the clown show ended, the clowns started to leave through the side. But the girl stopped and stared directly at Larry. With a coy smile, she lifted her dress, displaying her naked pussy. She drew a finger up along the bald slit, sliding the end joint inside before she reached the top and flicked her clitty with it. Then she pointed her finger - oh, it was wet - at Larry and beckoned. 

	When she ran off, Larry looked at the people around him. Everyone was clapping and laughing and no one gave any sign of having witnessed what he just did. With his erection knocking on the door of his fly, Larry excused himself from the crowd. The four year-old in her daddy's lap had her hand in her panties again and he never noticed.

	They played a game. The girl would let Larry catch a glimpse of her before she darted behind another tent. Through the thick evening air, he pursued her before he finally caught her outside of a tent. She laughed as he picked her up, her legs kicking playfully. Larry peered around for onlookers and found none before carrying her into a tent. It was empty - just perfect as she roughly pushed her on the ground and unfastened his pants.

	"Is this what you want, little girl?" he asked as he brandished his jutting penis.

	The girl went still and her eyes grew large as she saw his tool. Yanking her dress up, Larry positioned himself over her. He chuckled as she was suddenly more subdued.

	"Here's a life lesson," he grunted as he placed his penis against the tiny mound. "When you tease, you might just get everything you've got coming to you."

	He pushed into the girl, making her grunt as she was penetrated. She was tight but slippery - yeah, her twat wanted it even if she wasn't old enough to know it. Then he was all the way in. No shit - buried to the root in that sultry little cunt hole! Her smooth twat lips were spread around his meat, unable to keep him out.

	With unrestrained lust, he stroked inside the childish tube. His cock battered the gooey passage, making the five year-old take it like the whore he was making her be. Pounding away, his pubic hair brushed at the delicate skin of her crotch every time he was all the way in. 

	She was heating up - the little bitch was getting into it - and she wrapped her legs around his sides, barely to get her heels dug into his waist. Larry quickened his pace; ravishing the snug, gooey twatlet for all that he was worth. Even as he came, he ground his meat inside the little girl's cunny, inseminating her tiny body to the fullest.

	"You're not going to believe this," he panted. "But I'm still rock hard. You just gave me the best fucking cum in my life and I'm ready to do it again."

	As Larry started to fuck his little prize again, Kylie turned her head to peer around him. The other clowns were approaching, their mouths open with hunger. She smiled at them, revealing her perfect white rows of tiny triangular teeth.



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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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