The Carnival of Souls

[dr_mabeuse]

Note: Open, but PM me before posting please.
All players in this game are required to play two characters: one female, one male. Your characters may interact, but one player's characters should not be intimate with each other. Share and share alike.

It appears unexpectedly overnight outside of Greenville just at the time of the harvest moon. The faded tents and exotic architecture of the booths and game stalls rise up from the field in a bend in the river like toadstools after a rainstorm, unannounced and unnoticed, and it isn’t until evening begins to fall and the garish, multi-colored lights wink on and the strange, spidery-looking rides creak to life that the townspeople begin to gather for a look. The Carnival of Souls has come to town.

This is not the first carnival the good citizens of Greenville have even seen. Traveling shows such as this own often set up for business in the old fairground after the harvest is in, affording some fun and entertainment for these hard-working people. But this carnival will be quite different from any of those that have gone before, for the wonders in the carnival of Souls are real, the tricks are no tricks, and the magic it brings will touch the life of everyone who comes seeking more than just mere entertainment.

Besides the acts in the big tent there is a bewildering and maze-like midway offering entertainments and diversions of every kind: fortune tellers, magicians, sellers of spells and love potions, a freak show featuring creatures from folklore and mythology which seem amazingly real, a house of horror and wax museum in which the past seems to come to life, a wishing well which actually grants wishes. Chosen to participate in the hypnotist’s demonstration they might find themselves acting out in front of their neighbors some secret desires they would not rather share. And amidst these wonders are the games of chance where one may win more than a little stuffed animal if one dares to play, and the carnival rides.

Those who ride through the Tunnel of Love may find themselves compelled to wild acts of passion they would never have dreamed of, or they may find themselves lost in the endless passages of the Haunted House, pursued by monsters from their own subconscious, or pursuing things they have seen only in dreams. Even the thrills experienced on the tilt-o-whirl or Ferris wheel may bring them sudden intimacy with the person who shares their car as they spin and tumble about beneath the multi-colored lights.

For the carnival of Souls is where the imaginary meets the real, where dreams have a life of their own, and where the wish is often the same as the deed. The price of admission is desire, an uneasy heart, a wish ungranted. And no one leaves the same as when they came in.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Dr. Mabeuse & Miss Elaine Money

OOC: Doctor Mabeuse: Somewhere in his 40's, the Doctor is dark, his beard and hair flecked with gray. He is the acting manager of the Carnival by virtue of his seniority, and as such, he rarely appears in public without his carnival trappings: the mystic robe which hides his body and his spectacles, which subtly change solor as he moves his head and exert a strangely hypnotic effect on those who attempt to look into his eyes. For all this he is charming, learned, yet with a strong streak of animal magnetism.

In the carnival he serves in several roles: he tells fortunes by means of tarot cards or palm reading, he sells patent medicines, herbs, and magical potions, and he can also stand in for the trick knife-thrower if need be.


OOC: Elaine Money: Elaine is the town librarian, a real-life cliche. She is about thirty, unmarried, and is terribly attractive if only she would show it. She has honey-blonde hair which she wears atop her head, and has gray eyes which she hides behind large green glasses. Most of the eligible men in town have tried to court her, but she never seems interested.

Elaine lives a double liufe. In her fantasies she is a femme fatale, a sexual predator no man can resist, a expert in the arts of exotic love. She uses her time in the library to read erotica and dream, and she has quite a colection of erotic wear which she orders discretely from the big city nearby. It is her secret pleasure to go about wearing naughty underthings under her librarians wardrobe or to conudtc elebaorate games of self-stimulation in the privacy of her rooms.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Dr. Mabeuse & Miss Elaine Money

IC: Dr. Mabeuse

Steps out of his ancient, gypsy-style wagon just as the sun is going down, drawn out by the mournful sound of the steam calliope. It has been a warm day and prmises to be a mild and star-filled night. Attendance should be good.

He enters the Nostrums and Potions booth where he opens the front window. The bottles and vials, jars of herbs and strange specimens are all as they should be, Then goes to his fortune telling tent next door.

He takes his ancient deck of tartot cards and suffles them, then cuts them with one hand and looks at the card. The Lovers. Well, that is a good omen.

He takes his jewelled turban from the table and puts it on, lights his mystic candles, and deals out a hand of solitaire while he waits for the first customer of the night.


IC: Elaine Money.
The carnival!, she thinks. Why not? I could use a little excitement.
And who knows, perhaps she'll find some exotic, continental magician or ringmaster who will be wise in the subtleties of love and recognize her for what she knows she is: a diamnond in the rough, a princess suffocating in this provincial small-town atmosphere.
She looks at herself in the mirror, checking that there's no sign of the cupless push-up bra she's wearing. She dare not go without panties--no telling what will happen at a carnival--but she can't resist a pair of crotchless panties she just got in the mail that she just got in the mail thge other day.
As usual, she dots her perfume beween her breasts and below her navel: a reward to anyone who should have the skill to get that far.
She checks her makeup, puts some money in her pocket, and joins the crowd making their way to the lights of the carnival

 

[llyr2]

Pieter and Augusta Kessler

OOC: The Kessler twins have always been gifted. Their talents have been hailed as "unique" and "extraordinary," although "supernatural" would be a more appropriate word if the newspapermen who have covered their act had the courage to use such a term.

They are both classically Nordic in appearance, Pieter standing an even six feet, Augusta three inches shorter. In their mid-twenties, both carry high aqualine features, and although they are nearly androgynous in appearance, they paradoxically exude a smoldering sexuality. Their bodies are lean, sculpted muscle as befits their trade: the Kesslers are highwire acrobats, always working in tandem, seldom inviting another into their duet.

Born and raised in the Continental circus life, the twins have been hailed as prodigies since childhood. Their kinesthetic awareness, their control over their own bodies, and the perfection of their timing in working with each other has been remarked upon and critically acclaimed since they began performing together at the age of five. The reason for the last of these skills is simple, although it has always gone unspeculated upon: Pieter and Augusta share a perfect telepathic bond along with a highly developed empathic sense. As a result, there is literally nothing one thinks or does without the other knowing it and even experiencing it to a great degree. No movement on the trapeze or wire is unexpected; no shift or play of muscle is unaccounted for; no breath is drawn except in perfect sync. All is a symphony of two bodies that for all intents move as one. This extends to their knife throwing act, where even blindfolded, Pieter can feel the rough wood under his sister's fingertips and along her back down to the smooth rise of her ass.

For all their talents, however, the Kesslers have never remained long with any show. While their talents have been welcomed by company after company, the rather unusual "intensity" of their relationship has been offputting and even disturbing even to those most liberal of all people, circus folk. Thus Pieter and Augusta have lived most of their lives playing a season with a circus and being asked to move on when the tents and kiosks were broken down for the year.

Not until they they joined the Carnival of Souls have they found a place where they could safely feel at one with their home, unjudged and unafraid. Not until Mabeuse have they revealed to any other soul the real secret of their existence including their darker secret. In addition to their other gifts, the twins are mild projecting empaths, each with the ability to "tweak" the emotions of others, each appealing to a certain emotion in others. It is for this ability, one their circus parents recognized when the twins were mere infants, that they were given their middle names: he "Thanos," she "Desire."

IC: Augusta
Stretching catlike on the bed, Augusta watches her brother's nude form rise and cross to the trailer's kitchenette to start coffee. "I think that can wait, brother dear, until after you've gone to the bathroom," she laughs. "I can feel your erection from here."

It is a joke she's made many times, and smiling, Pieter responds as if playing a ritual: "Jealous because you don't have one, my dear, or because you've never had MINE?" he asks striding over to her to thrust his swollen member at her.

"Oh please!" she laughs, nose crinkling, "I might as well have had yours with the way you were putting it to that Jennifer girl two towns back. Honestly, Pieter, I could feel you halfway across the grounds!"

"Well we've both been THERE, my love, so let's not play the hypocrite, shall we?"

IC: Pieter
Turning away from his sister, he finishes the coffee then does as she has previously suggested before dressing and beginning to stretch. Augusta joins him, their bodies going through the motions in identical form, unintended by both.

"New town," he grins at her when they stop and dress in their Lycra tights.

"New blood," she replies smiling as they pour off a cup of coffee each and move out into the evening, crossing the grounds to where they can hear the Big Top show just beginning. Several onlookers stare at them as they move blithely through the growing crowd.

 

[sexylilmissie]

OOC Thomas (Tom to friends and family)

Standing 6'3 185 lbs with black hair and green eyes, he made a striking figure striding through the offices of Gimble and Garcia, a high priced accounting firm where he was an executive.

OOC Theresa

a petite 5'1, blond curly hair that was shoulder length and baby blue eyes her body caught the eye of every man who saw her, firm with large breasts always in form fitting knee length skirts and clingy blouses. Also works at Gimble and Garcia and has just been promoted to a junior executive.

IC Tomas

Leaning over Theresas' desk he couldnt help but admire the smooth lines of her neck, the unintentional seductiveness of the single button undone on her blouse. He had been attracted to her from the moment she had started working there but had never made a move due to the fact that he was her direct superior. He didnt intend to start now either but the thought of spending time away from work with her was a lure that he couldn't resist and the promotion seemed to be a good excuse.

"Hey Teresa, congratulations on your promotion, are you planning on doing anything to celebrate?" When she answered no, his mouth went dry. Giving himself a mental kick he went on.

"Well, if you dont think it would be considered forward, would you let me take you to that new carnival? a little bit of light fun? Not as a date" He went on hastily. "But as a way of expressing admiration for all your hard work over the last year."

Good intentions or not, he still had to stand a little awkwardly to hide the burgoning erection that had formed just from being close to her and breathing in the light floral perfume she was wearing.

IC Theresa

She looked up at Tom and smiled. It was funny she mused, the attraction that he had for her was most obvious and also mutual, but also the professional restraint was the same. The last thing she wanted to do was screw up her proffesional career with a fling. She knew that was all it would be as the both of them were like little bees...flitting from partner to partner like bees and flowers.

"I would love to attend with you...I havent been to a carnival in years. But would you mind leaving right after work? I wouldn't mind a bit of an early night either." at his nod of consent she went back to work with a vengance, glad there was only half an hour left in the day.

After work they left, each electing to drive themselves as to eliminate the temptation to leave and go to the same house at the end of the evening. Arriving at the carnival they wandered around looking and drinking in the sights before deciding on anything in particular

 

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Elaine Money

As soon as she steps on the grounds of the carnival she is aware of some subtle change. There is an excitement in the air that is different from what she's felt at other carnivals, something personal, as if for her alone. She feels suddenly very sexual, sensual, and desirable, and she is aware of men looking at her with appreciation. It feels very nice, she decides. It is nice to be appreciated. It makes her very sexy.

She steps up to the ticket window to pay her admission, and is suprised to see an ugly little dwarf behind the window, a cigar in his mouth. He looks at her and grins. "No admittance for you, Ms. Money." he says in a knowing way.

"I beg your pardon?" she asks

"You get in free. No admission. Next>"

"But...how did you know my name?" she stammers, but the crowd has already gathered behind her and press her forward and through the gate.

The feeling of sexuality becomes that much stronger once she's through the gate. The colors and the lights are especially brilliant; the air seems thick with mystery and romance. She's suddenly aware of the feel of her body in her clothes, the weight of her breasts, the vague hunger inside her. She stands straight and looks about. Something special is going to happen tonight. She knows it. She glows with anticipation.

A few yards from the main gate is a round tent and outside stands a man in a robe and outlandish turban. His beard and hair are flecked with gray, and he wears glasses which seem to relfect the light in strange and disturbing ways. He seems to be watching her, but he seems to be harmless enough. His glasses give him a vague and distracted look.

"Your fortune tonight, lovely lady?" he asks her. "It is a very special night for you, Ms. Money."

"How do you know my name?" she asks him.

He shrugs and points to the turban. "Psychic?" he asks and shrugs.

His gesture is funny, and she laughs. It must be some carnival trick. Certainly everyone in town knows her; anyone could have told them who she was.

"Come." he says. "Usually I charge two hundred and fifty dollars. But for you, free."

Elaine laughs again. Two hundred and fifty dollars indeed! She feels unusually confident, almost bold, as if she's left her old librarian self behind and has truly changed into her dream self. "All right." she tells him. "Why not?"

She follows him into the tent and he drops the flap, and at once it's as if they're in a different world: quiet, dark, perfumed, intimate. The funny man has changed as well, and now projects an aura that is strangely otherworldly and yet dangerously sexual as well. She hesitates, suddenly aware of being in a private place with a man, and her body responds. with a little thrill of excitement.

"Give me your hand." he says softly, and she lays her hand in his, her eyes captured by the reflections in his glasses.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Doctor Mabeuse

Here comes an interesting one the Doctor thinks as he watches Elaine Money stroll through the gate.

The stars are just winking on in a clear purple-blue twilight sky. The usual carnival smells of cotton candy and popcorn, hot engine oil from the rides, and fresh sawdust are mixed with more exotic scents, like the smells of incense and opium from the Dragon lady's wagon, or the myrrh and mastic the Centaur like to burn before his appearance.

As he watches the crowd, he sees the Kesslers, Pieter and Augusta, walking in perfect graceful lockstep to the main tent, both rubbing resin onto their hands with the exact same mortions. Impossibly beautiful people, the Doctor muses, What must it be like to have a living shadow, to be part of two people at once?

His ruminations are cut short by the appearance of Ms Money passing by. It is an easy matter yto catch her attention with the offer of a free reading, and he takes her into the privacy of his tent. In truth, he is curious too as to what he will find.

"There is no one in your life?" he asks her after he studies her palm. "You are lonely. And yet you are very careful with your heart."

She laughs nervously. But that could apply to anyone.

"Tell me something I don't know." she chides.

He looks at her with those glasses again, then turns back to her palm. "There are two people within you." he says, "One public, and one private. And soon you must decide which you will be."

She looks at him sharply and takes her hand back, alarmed. Ah Mabeuse, you are not subtle enough he thinks.

He smiles at her. "It is only what I see in your hand, my dear. There is more."

"I don't know if I want to hear more." she says. "This is silly."

He ignores her, and when he reaches for her hand, she lets him take it.

"Tonight will be a very special night for you." he says, willing her to stay calm. "Tonight there is someone here--a man, perhaps more than one man--to whom you will show your other self. It is your opportunity to transform yourself. Tranform your life. It is an opportunity that comes to few people. You should be very pleased, and very cautious."

"A man?" she said with a smile. "what sort of man? Is he from town? Young or old?"

"I cannot see that, my dear." he says, releasing her hand.

Her smile widens and she stands up. "Of course not. Well, that was fun, if not very useful. Thank you for the advice."

"That's not all." he says. From within his robe he brings out an amulet on a thing silver chain. "For you." he says.

"What is it?"

"A special herb. It will put any man under your spell. But only for tonight."

She looks at it skeptically and laughs uneasily. "I wish I'd had it seven years ago when I could have used it. Very well. How much?"

"No cost." he says. "Just put it on before you leave the tent."

She takes the chain and looks at it more closely. It is very fine, and of a very strange pattern. She slips it over her head and is surprised that the metal feels warm against her skin. Again there is the feeling of being highly sexual; ripe almost. Ready for taking, and she looks at the Doctor in a new light, her eyes shining. A moment passes when they see each other as man and woman, with all that that implies.

He stands and is instantly transformed back into the strange man she first saw outside the tent. The moment passes. He laughs at her confusion. "Not me, I'm afraid, Ms Money. Though how I wish it were. I do love your underthings!"

She stares at him as if she'd been slapped, her face turning bright red. How did he know...

She has a moment of confusion in which she can think of nothing to say. The notion of slapping his face crosses her mind, buyt instead she turns on her heel and walks out of the tent, head high.

A lovely woman, the Doctor thinks as she walks away. May she find what she seeks.

 

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Augusta Kessler

Moving through the carnival grounds, she begins to feel her pulse quicken. It is always this way in a new town: the flare of excitement like that of a new lover; the warm comfort of a performance perfectly executed (as it always is with her brother); the drowsy afterglow of the audience's appreciation. Sometimes a real lover taken for a night.

And yet always ending the same. Within a day or a week a growing restlessness like a creeping vine that chokes any moment not in the ring or on the wire; a readiness; an itch to experience.

Fortunately Mabeus always seemed to choose the town that most satiated the needs and desires of the performers. "That's his true talent," Pieter had once said of the Doctor as the twins and several others of the Carnival had sat around drinking early one dawn while the tents were being collapsed for the next move and the next town. "There are others of course, but that's his genius."

Thinking back now to that morning, she sees Mabeus usher a youngish woman into his tent. And why haven't we slept together? she ponders idly. He's not at all unattractive, he has charisma and talent, and yet there is something ... otherwordly about him that sets him apart from everyone else. She'd once actually considered pushing him (dear Pieter's term for the use of their talent on others), but had backed away in nervousness when the moment came. Pieter had laughed. "It wouldn't have worked anyway, liebchen. You can just tell it wouldn't work on him."

Still, as they move into the tent, hand in hand, she couldn't help wondering ...

 

[llyr2]

Pieter Kessler

Even without holding Augusta's hand, he feels his sister's tension, her body beginning to ramp up its adrenalin. This is one of the few ways they differ, for he is entirely calm as the moment approaches and throughout the routine. It is only after, when the audience releases its breathless nervous energy, that he himself reaches a frenetic peak. It is as if he draws their tension into him like a power cell taking in electricity, and it is an unusual night when he does not take a lover to ease the performance frenzy or allow the energy to play itself out by pushing those in the Haunted House or the Tunnel of Love.

"Why do you torture those people by frightening them?" Augusta used to laugh.

"Torture!" he had cried in mock outrage. "In the House I am an agent of Justice, bringing the young brigands and thugs of the world to their knees. In the Tunnel I am Cupid, driving the nymph closer to her shepard."

Scanning the crowd now as they climb the ropes to the platforms sixty feet above the netless floor, he feels it will be a good night. He laughs at the jolts that run through him, a product of Augusta's body, and looking across to the other pole where she climbs, he sees her giggle nervously. Returning his eyes to the crowd, he spots several women whom he would very much welcome into his bed, all of whom are loking at him now. He feels now the erection that normally comes at the closing applause. Oh yes, a very good night indeed! he chuckles to himself while slipping gracefully onto the top platform.

Taking hold of his trapeze and allowing a half minute for the lights darken except for two spots, he leaps forward without signal of any kind. Arcing out towards Augusta, he feels her launch herself into open space in a perfect swan dive.

Below, the crowd gasps. Above, the dance begins.

 

[sexylilmissie]

Tom

After entering the fairgrounds they wandered around the midway. He suggested various games and activities to Theresa, but was turned down at each turn. He was starting to wonder if suggesting that they go to the carnival in the first place, when it all changed.

The first time she showed an interest was when they were passing a tent and she saw an advirtisement for the trapeze act. She became very excited at the idea and practicly begged him to go with her.

The problem was, he really wasn't interestedin the idea, so instead he sugested they split up...he really wanted to play some of the games and they agreed to meet on the midway after the show.

Splitting up, he backtracked and wandered up and down the midway looking for just the right game. He spotted it finally. It was the shooting game where you fire bb guns in an attempt to shoot out the little red star on a piece of paper.

Walking up to the counter, he laid money down and said "One tube if you please."

 

[sexylilmissie]

Theresa

This night was sooo boring! Theresa was thinking as she trailed behind Tom. She had not quite expected his interests to run solely to games...I mean there were little rides, cotton candy, a fortune tellers tent that looked most interesting, booths that were selling interesting things and he just wanted to play games?

It was almost a relief to split up with him and go to see the trapeze act....now that was excitement for you! She wandered into the tent and looked for a seat.

The tent was packed, but she found a space between a little old lady and an extremely fat man. She found that both smelled, but as the main lights dimmed a little and the spotlights came on, she forgot all about the people beside her.


The two people who came out were not only drop dead gorgeous but they exuded an animal magnatism and such raw sexuality her breath caught in her throat and her pulse began to pound.

As they began their act, she was on the edge of her seat, holding on for dear life. She wondered if there was a way to meet them after the show so she could admire them up closre and complement them on their act.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Elaine Money

Elaine left the fortune teller's tent without looking back. She was abit embarrassed to be wearing this silly charm around her neck, for if there's one thing she felt she didn't need tonight, it was some sort of magical power over men. She felt that she had the real thing in wonderful excess, a feeling she couldn't ever remember having in her life.

Perhpas it was the a reflection of the anarchic feel of the carnical itself, the feeling of the world tunred on its ear, but she felt wonderfully desirable, and she was shocked to discover that she was thinking frankly of sex, of a man's hungry kisses on her neck and breasts, a man's weight upon her, a man's hardness entering her. This was so unlike the type of thing she usually allowed herself to think about that she almost blushed at her own shamelessness, but she couldn't stop thinking that she could have any man she wanted, and the idea just made her more aroused.

But as she looked around she was alarmed at what she saw. The faces ion the crowd all seemed somehow grotesque, as in a dream. In the garish lights they seemed strangely animal like or repugnant, whole families looked like caricatures from a warped imagination. Were people really so ugly?

She found herself somewhere on the midway surrounded by these freaks, unsure of which was to go, when she noticed a man at a shooting stand. He was wearing a suit of all things, he must have come right from work. And miracle of miracles, he did not seem grotesque at all. Without thinking, she made his way over to him as if they were the only humans in a sea of monsters.

He was good, even if it was just a bb gun, and she liked the calm, confidant way he handled the gun and the way he deflected the gamekeeper's chatter with dry wit of his own.

He finished shooting and the carny behind the counter tore down his target. "Hey, too bad, my man, too bad. Close, but no cigar..."
Then the carny looked up and saw Elaine standing near him, and he reinspected the paper target.

"Well, I'll be! I guess I was wrong. You got it, Chief! You're a winner! All dead on! A real dead-eye. Now here;s your prize!"
he went to the prize shelf and pulled down an enormous plush heart with a plush arrow through it.

"What the hell is that?" the man asked.

"That's your prize, chief. Cupid's arrow, you know?"

"I don't want that. Keep it."

"Hell," the carny said, nodding at Elaine. "give it to your lady friend."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Doctor Mabeuse

Once the show in the big top started the midway crowd thinned out considerably. The Doctor filled a pipe with a mixture of rare and exotic herbs and lit it, then stepped out of the tent. From the noise of the crowd and the music from the big top he kneww that the Kesslers had started their act which meant things would be quiet for a while.

I wandered over to main top, getting the feel of the carnival, nodding to the carnys in the game booths, the roustabouts manning the rides. On the stage of the Freak show Hypno the Magnificent had some locals clucking like chickens to a sparse but appreciative crowd. Later at night he would have people up there confessing their deepest secrets and wildest desires, but not now.

As the Doctor watched he saw a man deftly lift the wallet out of a spectator's pocket and start to sidle away into the crowd. With no apparent effort but surprising speed the Doctor moved behind the pickpocket, grasped the back of the man's neck and squeezed. The man froze as if paralyzed. The Doctor took the wallet from the man's hand and turned him around. He stared into the thief's eyes for a moment, then released him. The man staggered for a moment, then regained his feet and ran as if pursued by the very hounds of hell, never pausing to even look back.

"Excuse me sir," the Doctor said as he handed the wallet back to the surprised victim. "I believe you dropped this?"

He continued along the midway, oblivious of the stares he got with his ridiculous turban and disturbing eyeglasses. He scanned the booths, the crowds, calculating revenues, watching for trouble, until he stood at the performers' entrance to the main tent.

Looking up he could see the Kesslers, tiny and dazzling white in the spotlight as they flew and somersaulted through the air with almost superhuman precision, effortlessly. Lately he had come to a deep appreciation of their art, and of Augusta especially. She was so cooly perfect during their act. Her expression never changed, she never hesitated, never showed any emotion. But he knew from what he heard after the show was closed that she was possessed of unusual passion, just as her brother was, and it intrigued him.

The Doctor thought he had rather outgrown his own sexual urges. He had spent too much time observing the folly and passions of others, and dealing with powers and forces more compelling to him than the sexual to take a personal interest in such desires any more. Then too, the ability to see inside people and know their thoughts did much to dampen one's lust. Or so he thought.

But now he found himself wondering about Augusta, and even about her borther Pieter. He knew the rumors that they shared an incestuous relationship, but he doubted that. And, given the number of strange relationships that existed between the carny folk, that would not even have made them exceptional. Still, there was some extraordinary psychic bond between them. Of that he was sure.

He had thought that his interest in Augusta had been aesthetic. She was an unusally beautiful girl, statuesque and perfectly proportioned, and it was a delight just to watch her move. But now as he watched he couldn't help but wonder about the strength in that perfect body, the desires in her heart. Maybe it would be worth it to engage her more in coversation, to try and draw her out away from her relationship with Pieter.

He watched as she fell, apparently doomed to hit the ground far below, when Pieter appeared from nowhere and snatched her out of thin air, and the crowd all screamed at once.

That is the magic, he thought. We're all of us falling, and we all want to be snatched out of thin air. Just like that.

 

[sexylilmissie]

Tom

The Carny laid the gun in front of him and stepped back off to the side. Tom picked it up and methodicaly began to shoot. When he was finished, the guy pulled up the sheet of paper and from two feet away he could see the red he had missed.

"Hey, too bad, my man, too bad. Close, but no cigar..." This was the response Tom had expected but then his vision seemed to cloud and all of a sudden the paper became white with no traces of red.

The guy handed him a silly looking plush heart that absolutly looked rediculous and he was going to give it back when the carney said "give it to your lady friend."

Tom glanced around quickly and noticed the young woman who stood behind him. He started to say that they weren't together but the words just wouldn't come. Suddenly this strange woman seemed to be just right and it was perfectly natural for him to say thankyou and offer the heart to her.

They stood there, in the middle of the midway staring at each other until Tom gestured vaugely around himself and asked "Well, what would you care to do next?" as though they had kept each others company for the entire evening and he was being the devoted date.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Elaine Money

Elaine was surprised whne he handed the plush heart to her. The thing was ugly, but the gesture was sweet, and the look of bewilderment in the man's eyes was endearing. She took the heart from him with a laugh.

"Why thank you, sir. What did I do to deserve this?"

He seemed at a loss for words for a moment, so she took a step towards him and held out her hand. "I'm Elaine Money. Miss Elaine Money, but please call me Elaine."

"well," he said with a smile, "what would you like to do next, Elaine?"

She laughed again. "So we're togteher now, are we? Just like that? Well, I hadn't planned on anything special. I just came over here to see what was going on."

The strolled slowly down the midway. he seemed to be looking for someone.

"I'm the town librarian," she said. "And I don't recognize you. Are you from around here?"

Noticing that he was still looking around she stopped. "Did you lose your date?" she asked. "Maybe I'm embarrassing you. I'm so sorry."

 

[llyr2]

Pieter

Riding the wire down, the roar of the audience enveloping him, he can feel himself expanding. He feels the emotions of the crowd, like some giant chained beast, partially sated by the apparent brushes with death they've witnessed on the high wire, and yet slavering for more. The Haunted House will be busy tonight, he chuckles merrily to himself only to feel Augusta squeeze his hand and smile at him.

"I suspect they won't be the only busy ones," she says in his ear, noting with her eyes her brother's more prosaic "expansion."

"Hmm ... well all I can say is, don't come back to the trailer too early, sister dearest," he returns, letting his eyes scan the audience. He notes again several women who would certainly interest him, and judging by their stares wouldn't need much to fetch them to his bed. But he finds his eye drawn to a blonde sitting alone, her gaze drifting intensely back and forth between the twins.

"Not your usual type, Pieter," he hears Augusta say quietly as they step off the trapeze and take their first of several bows.

True, dearest. A little more ... professional ... than my tastes generally run. Still, doesn't she look DELECTABLY intense? I'm not even sure which one of us she wants. Smiling, he steps away from his sister so that she may take several bows solo, all the while keeping one eye on the blonde, guaging her reaction, the language of her body, and the play of her eyes. She is highly attractive in her own right, and the magnitude of her fascination makes her almost irresistable to him.

"Well that was quick," his sister laughs, before Pieter can even subvocalize that the young blonde is what he wishes. Then Augusta steps back, slightly surprised at Pieter's gesture toward the ringmaster. It is early in the night for this gesture to be made.

"Why waste time?" he shrugs at his sister. Looking purposefully at the woman, for the first time taking her gaze fully into his, he acknowledges her as something other than, something higher than the beast that is the audience. He cannot push potential lovers as his sister can, yet the spark of desire is clear in the glance he sends the woman, a glance that would ignite everything in the gigantic tent if his talent ran to the physical rather than the emotional.

And it is clear in the prowling grace of his motions as he crosses the ring to her, hand outstretched in invitation.

 

[llyr2]

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[sexylilmissie]

Tomas

Still slightly bewildered Tom accepted the womans introduction and took her arm as they walked.

He remembered that he had come with a friend to the carnival and wanted to tell her what was happening, but for some reason he couldn't remember exactly where he had left her.

Elaine's comment on his preoccupation brought him up short though. "Did you lose your date?" she asked. "Maybe I'm embarrassing you. I'm so sorry."

"Ohh no," He hastened to reassure her "I had come with someone but they are not important...I had only wished to be courteous and let her know what I was doing had I happened to see her. Frankly," He stopped, right in the middle of the midway, pulling her gently around in front of him. "I am most curious as to how a woman as pretty as yourself became the town librarian and more importantly, why I am so lucky as to have met you when you were'nt with a date." His ears turned a light shade of pink as he came to realize just how corny and pickup lineish he had sounded.

But, embarassed or not, he couldn't help himself but to reach up and cup her cheek, drawing it to him for the lightest brush of his lips over her own. Drawing back, he looked at her closely to see if his forwardness had insulted her, not to mention the fact that a simple kiss had caused him to spring an enormous hardon that he desperatly wanted to keep hidden from her lest she discover he was just a disgustingly lustful male who only wanted her for her body.

"Forgive me Elaine...I realize it sounds cheezy, but your beauty has captured my interest and your lips practicaly begged for some attention...how could I help but to oblige them?"

 

[sexylilmissie]

Theresa

As the show drew to a close, she found herself watching the male more intently. she frankly couldn't believe the feeling of horniness sweeping over her body not to mention the wetness developing rapidly between her legs, caused solely by the death defying moves he was doing.

The show ended, they were bowing amidst the roar of applause from the audience. Theresa was utterly shocked when the male made eye contact with her and started in her direction. She rose, and hesitantly made her way nearer to him, trying to make it seem as though she had no specific destination in mind just in case it was another to whom his attentions were directed.

When they met approximatly halfway and his hand enclosed hers for a brief moment, she was rendered speachless. This gorgeous hunk was paying attention to plain jane my job is my life her? Finally she found her voice. "Your show was absolutly incredible!" she gushed. "I swear my heart was in my throat half the time! do you ever get scared when you do things like that?" Almost as an afterthought, she added "Ohh, and my name is Theresa by the way, and thankyou so much for taking the time to talk with me for a moment...I am sure you get people fawning over you all the time, but there again, you are good enough to deserve it."

After this speach, she paused and looked at him assesingly, deciding he looked even better on the ground than he had before. That was incredible because he was so fine from a distance...up close he seemed almost godlike.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Elaine Money

"I am most curious as to how a woman as pretty as yourself became the town librarian and more importantly, why I am so lucky as to have met you when you were'nt with a date."

Normally, had she been her usual self, she would have blushed deeply. She would have dropped her eyes and stammered, not knowing what to say. But now his words seemed like perfectly natural questions. She knew that she was pretty, and she was about to answer him when he suddenly took her cheek in his hand and kissed her softly, just for a moment. An undenisable sexual charge passed between them, like a small bolt of delicious lightning.

He pulled back, unsure of what had come over him. "Forgive me Elaine...I realize it sounds cheezy, but your beauty has captured my interest and your lips practicaly begged for some attention...how could I help but to oblige them?"

She opened her eyes and looked directly into his. "No apology necessary, Tom." she said. "And as to my date, well, maybe this was meant to be."

She felt his burgeoning harness against her hip and it gave her a quick, lewd thrill to know that she could have such an effect on a man. She thought immediately of the charm she wore about her neck, the chanm the Doctor had said would give her immediate power over any man. But that was on corse nonsense. No, something else was going on here. Her secret self was coming out, emerging like a butterfly from the cocoon of the old Elaine she knew, and it was a terribly exciting and giddy feeling to suddenly have all this sexula power at her disposal.

She knew he could be hers for the asking. Perhaps not for love, but certainly for sex. But could she settle for just that? What about her reputation? What about her self-respect? And what would he think of her afterwards? Or did she even care?

She took his hand and pulled him lightly back the way they had come.

"You asked me what I wanted to do next." she said. "Here. This is it."

She had broughht him to the ticket window of the Tunnel of Love.

How the Carnical has managed to import such a ride and set it up overnight, she had no idea. Small Venetian gondolas glided along a real waterway to disappear into the dark mouth of a paper-mache cave, guided along by some unseen hand.

As Tom helped her into a gondola she asked the boatman how long the ride took. "As long as you like." he said with a mysterious smile.

In the center of the gondola was a little pavillion surrounded by a gauzy curtain, and inside this it was absurdly roomy, strem with very comfortable pillows and cushions. Elaine reclines on the pillows and Tom climbed in next to her. The boat man closed the curtains, the boat gave a small lurch, and they began to glide towards the mouth of the Tunnel, into the darkness.

She leaned towards him, boldly pressing her breasts into his arm. "Will you hold me if I get frightened?" she whispered. "It's so dark."

 

[sexylilmissie]

Tomas

When Elaine pulled hin off to the tunnel of love ride, Tom thought he'd died and gone to heaven...yes this might just be a one night stand or even a space out of time for an hour or so, but so much could be packed into a short time frame.

"Will you hold me if I get frightened?" she whispered. "It's so dark." The feel of her breasts against his arm was almost to much. Tom turned to her and enfolded his arms about her.

"Why don't I save us both the time?" he whispered huskily in her ear. "I wouldn't dream of you being frightened when there are so many other emotions that could be explored."

With that, he gently tilted her head to the side and began pressing nibbling kisses up the curve of her neck, pausing at her earlobe, taking it gently between his teeth and tugging lightly. When this elicited a small moan deep in her chest, he was encouraged to continue.

Drawing his hand back up to cup her cheek, he fitted his lips to hers and began a light tease, flicking his tongue over her lips, then nipping lightly until they parted, alowing him to caress her tongue with his own.

His other hand was also busy, running slowly up and down her side before taking a bit of her shirt material into it and pulling it out a fraction of an inch then stopping as if to ask permission.

"Elaine...I know that a carnival ride is not the best possible place for a seduction, but I feel like a teenage boy right now and unless you stop me, that is exactly what is going to happen." He continued to pull lightly on her shirt, giving her plenty of time to answer. He could see a swath of creamy skin now and he wanted nothing more to do than kiss it as well, but he forced himself to wait.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Elaine Money

"Elaine...I know that a carnival ride is not the best possible place for a seduction, but I feel like a teenage boy right now and unless you stop me, that is exactly what is going to happen."

His kisses along the side of her neck had ignited her, and then his gentle nibbliong on her earlobe had sent chills through her body. Then, as he kissed her, she felt herself melt into his strong arms. The old Elaine looked at what was happening with absolute horror, and yet her new self could find nothing to object to. She loved the way he made her body feel, alive and ripe, and she knew from his kiss that there was more here than just raw sex. He approached her with need, yes, but with a respect for her too, as if he knew well that he held a rare creature in his arms.

"No," she whispered in his ear. "Don't stop. I want this, Tom. I want this now."

It had been so long for her. A year? Longer? Certainly it had never felt like this, so passionate, so right.

Over his back she could see the ceiling of the Tunnel of Love. It was immense, and covered with stars. Dimly she wondered how they mamaged to do that. She turned her eyes to the side and saw that they were gliding down a river, with rushes and lillies growing along the banks. There was the ripple of moonlight on the black water, and the call of night birds from the shore. It all seemed so remarkably real.

Then she felt the warmth of his lips on her chest, on the top of her breast. She remembered with a twinge of embarrassment that she was wearing a very naughty and suiggestive bra that left her nipples exposed. What would he think? But she didn't even care about that. She felt him fumble at the buttons and smiled, then playfully bit his lower lip and said "Let me." and she deftly opened her shirt down to her stomach to give him access to her breasts.

She heard him gasp when he saw them, and she smiled again at his reaction. It was all so delicious. With a strangled moan he lowered his face to her chest and began to kiss ond lick her exposed flesh, making her moan too as she guided his head toi the spots she liked most.

She turned towards him and slid her hand down the front of his trousers till she found his cock, hard and stiff, clearly outlined beneath his clothes, and she squeezed him, shocked at her own boldness. He groaned deeply and buried his face in her breasts, gasping as she touched him.

He lifted his head and looked at her, trying to understand her, but she was too impatient. She took his hand and led it down to her crotch and put his fingers on her. "Touch me there, Tom. Under my skirt. Oh God yes! Touch me there!"

She kissed him passionately as his fingers stroked her, and to his shock he felt the slit in her panties, her warm, moist flesh open and naked to his caress. To Elaine it felt like heaven toi be touched there, and all she could do was moan in his ear.

Opening her eyes, she saw a flight of cranes cross the face of the moon. She smelled a strange perfume floating in the air, saw what appeared to be pyraminds in the distant moonlight.

My God, what is this place? she thought to herself. But she quickly turned her attention back to what Tom was doing to her, stoking her desire, taking her towards the point of no return.

"Oh God!" she whispered, "I want you, baby! I want all of you. I want you in me! Please, baby!"

Tom looked at her. The confusion was gone from his face now, replaced by a look of sheer lust. But then he paused. "Do we have time?" he asked her.

He raised his head and looked around.

 

[vbabe2001]

'A carnival ride.. '

- Light ash blond hair fell adajent over emerald green eyes as the young woman waited by the ride entrance. This carnival did give her the creeps but she promised herself she would give in and have a little fun. After all, all work and no play made.. very boring people...

She wondered why the ride was taking so long, why she had been waiting there for over 20 minutes. She looked at the carney who gave her a odd smirk as he shrugged to her growing impatience.. -

 

[llyr2]

Augusta

Amused, she watches her brother move toward the woman and extend his hand. As the other rises to meet him, Augusta laughs to herself, you might not be so quick to rise, my lovely, if you knew what he has in mind.

She can feel her brother resist the urge to laugh aloud when he picks up these thoughts, instead bowing to kiss the other's ... Theresa's ... hand.

Turning to where the instruments for the next part of the performance are being wheeled in, she feels him speak to Theresa: Viele danks, Fraulein. I am Pieter Kessler, and your words flatter me too much. And then moving his head closer to hers conspitorially, he continues in her ear, But do not allow my sister Augusta to hear such things. She fears I'll get a swollen head from such compliments.

At this, Augusta cannot help laughing aloud at her brother's outrageous double entendre. She signals to Emil, the ringmaster, to begin his speech just as her brother asks, May I beg your assistance, Theresa, in the next part of the performance? Circus tradition calls for a lovely assistant, and, if I may be so bold, I daresay there is none lovelier in this whole town.

"Ladeeees and Gentlemen," Emil calls, his voice preternaturally resounding, commanding attention. "The Spectre of Death floats all around us: grim, foreboding, terrible," and as he speaks a fog without substance and without form begins to issue from everywhere at once, springing it seems from the very air leaving only tantalizing flashes of the ring and its occupants, but strangely never obscuring Emil's form. There are a few cries in the gathering gloom, and Augusta grins merrily. She loves to watch Emil perform.

"Sometimes it arrives as the terrible hand of Chance," and the crowd sees that somehow the Kesslers are back on the trapeze and that this time Pieter misses his catch, sending his sister tumbling to her death down in the mist. A woman shrieks before the mist obscures all.

"Sometimes it enters through the simple human failure to turn a key in a lock." There is a panicked cry as one of the clowns races from under the stands, terrified, and behind him comes the blood-freezing roar of a great cat. Before any in the audience can move, a tiger bounds from the mist behind the clown, seizing his throat and rending him while he wails piteously. Outraged cries of terror and pity are stifled as the cat and its bloody rag of a victim disappear into the gray void.

Augusta can feel her brother's longing to assert his power, driving these people to a near-frenzy of fear. It is only Theresa's presence at his side that holds him back.

"And sometimes ... the spectre is courted." There appears a glowing silver ball in the center of the mist, bright and huge as the new moon yet blurred beyond recognition by the haze.

"I give you ... again ... the Kesslers!" and quick as thought, the fog is gone. There, bound by fine chains to a great silver disk, stands Augusta. The pale white-on-white of her skin and Lycra tights gleams so as to wound the eye. She loves this moment and smiles to her brother standing twenty five feet away holding a glittering silver throwing knife. Beside him stands Theresa, stunned and unsure how she has been moved, unaware, to the center of the ring.

 

[llyr2]

Pieter

He glances over at Emil as the lights come up and all eyes are captured by the stunning form of his sister, bound cruciform to the platform. He nods a quick thanks to the ringmaster, for this part of the performance usually comes later in the evening. Fortunately, performers in this carnival tended toward great flexibility where the show was concerned, and Pieter could not wait until later to capture this charming woman, this Theresa.

Setting down the knife he holds, he touches Theresa lightly on the upper back just below the smooth white column of her neck. He feels her shiver slightly at his touch but continue to stare at Augusta, confused at the sudden shift in her surroundings.

"May I ask you to blindfold my sister's eyes?" he asks, urging her from her disorientation and handing her the white blindfold.

"Oh! Of course!" she jumps recovering herself sufficiently to smile at him and begin to move toward Augusta. As she moves away, he lets his hand trail down her back dropping it only when it reaches the first rise of her ass but continuing to watch the easy sway of her hips as she moves toward Augusta.

While binding his sister's eyes, Augusta whispers in his mind, She has a wonderful touch, Pieter dear, you don't want to miss this one. Would you like me to "push" her a bit, brother? With this he sees Theresa's back arch ever so slightly, as if she'd received the mildest of electric shocks.

Chuckling in his reply, Keep it up, dearest, and I'll frighten away every man you ever again fancy. He marks his sister's playful pout, knowing just as she does that it accentuates her fine features, heightening the sensuality of her bound form to every man in the tent and not a few of the women.

He watches Theresa move back to him, noting with pleasure the bounce of her breasts under a rather clingy blouse. She stands beside him, still appearing uneasy. Smiling lazily he leans forward to breathe in her ear, telling her a secret before hundreds of strangers, "Relax, bella, I've done this before. I'll do all the work ... trust me."

He resists the urge to run his tongue lightly around the delicate cup of her ear. Instead he leans back and away from her, seizes a knife in a single blurred motion, and sends it hurtling toward his sister, never removing his pale blue gaze from Theresa's.