4. Carousel from Hell

Tallulah's headspun as she awoke from the most pleasant dream, only to be plunged back into her nightmare. She attempted to raise her hand to block the bright lights and found herself in thick red leather cuffs. A short set of links bound her hands together.

Floodlights pierced the darkness around her, allowing Tallulah to see everything for the first time since she had escaped her grave. As her eyes adjusted, the hellish carousel came into focus.

The stallions were armored, with glowing red eyes and smoke billowing from their snouts. Their heads moved up and down as they cantered around the circle. The proud golden lions shook their long, lustrous manes and roared. Their predatory eyes studied her as though she were a gazelle in the Serengeti, and if she didn't run fast enough, they'd feast on her.

Sea serpents swished their scaly tails as comfortable in the air as in the depths of the ocean. Large black dragons flapped their wings and breathed fireballs into a stack of hay bales, making them burn in a glorious blaze.

The bonfire licked across the sky, warming her from a distance. Tallulah scrambled to rise and run from the carousel beasts and the line of fire which threatened to trap and burn her. However, she tripped and was unable to catch herself due to the restraints. She scraped her knee and hip, scratched her palms, and bumped her head. Stars flashed before her eyes.

"Fuck!" she cried.

Hoots, hollers, and jeers floated around her. Three men came from one side of the carousel, and three more men circled around the other, trapping her between them. She scooched backward in an attempt to flee the masked men.

"Where do you think you're going, whore?" one of the masked men asked as she jumped on the carousel.

"I'll take my chances with the beasts," she yelled.

They laughed. Out of nowhere, spooky music blared through speakers, and the carousel began to spin. Two other men smoothly jumped on the moving platform. The closest man wearing a skeletal mask with deep black eye sockets whistled, and the horse behind Tallulah grabbed her hair with its teeth. She twitched against the powerful beast.

"Stay away, freaks!"

Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest as a sense of dread encroached on her. Her arms were restrained and a demonic horse had her hair in its teeth. None of that terrified her like the men who were slowly approaching. She didn't need to see their faces to know their intentions were to use and abuse her naked body.

"The slut has a voice," said the man in a horned mask.

"We'll see what you have to say while you"re choking on my cock, lovely." A man with a rubber white mask with black eyes, nose, and mouth approached from the other side. The black cloth covered his neck and reached his bare shoulders.

The six men were of varying heights, from athletic to portly body types, hairy to dolphin smooth, and all colors of the rainbow. She tried to identify them by mask, but even that was impossible as the environment spun so quickly that she became lightheaded.

"Don't come any closer," she screamed.

Her heart beat wildly to invisible drums. Blood whooshed through her ears as hysteria bubbled in her throat. She could barely breathe as the world around her seemed to spin out of control.

The skeletal man, who appeared to be the gang leader, grabbed Tallulah's left ankle and shackled her with a chain. He straightened, meeting her eyes with his deep, dark sockets. She winced as he whistled sharply. The demonic stallion responded again by opening its powerful jaws to free her.

"The more you struggle, the harsher your punishment will be. I will set you free if you follow my directions." The black skeletal eyes looked down at her.

Tallulah realized it wasn"t a mask; it had to have been some form of prosthetic makeup. His eye sockets were deep and black beneath a prominent brow bone, but her eyes were drawn to his open nasal cavity. His strong, well-defined jaw was lightly stubbled. It was beautiful, captivating, and freaky as hell. She longed to touch him to see what was real.

"Get on your knees like a good little slut."

Tallulah had a split second to decide if she would continue to fight or submit. Unfortunately, she couldn't see a way around the men, wild animals, and wall of fire. The skeletal leader had promised to set her free. How bad would it be if she wordlessly obeyed?

The man laughed. "Don't look so defeated. After I fuck your mouth, I"ll remove your shackles, and we'll play cat and mouse. You can run, you can hide. But we will find you. And each time you"re found, one of us will have his turn. Or we can all fuck you right here."

Her jaw dropped. She should be outraged, but the thought was thrilling. She'd always fantasized about being with multiple men. She wanted to be used for their pleasure.

"Here is good," she said wantonly.

The men roared in laughter.

"Oh, my boys, we truly have an accommodating fucking whore. You have a long way to go before earning our cocks." He put his hands on his hips and gazed at her. His eyes blazed from the empty sockets. "Open your mouth."

She did as instructed. He leaned close, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her, but instead, he pursed his lips and spat. She jerked back as it landed in her mouth. Human saliva was disgusting to her, and she moved to spit it out, but he grabbed her chin forcefully.

"No you don"t. I own you tonight, little mouse. Every inch of your gorgeous body is mine. Now swallow."

She hesitated, and he clamped his hand over her mouth. "Swallow, little cunt. Playtime is over."

She had no choice and swallowed his warm saliva, gagging immediately. He let her go with a haughty grin.