Carnival erotica-1

Chapter 1

The woman rose and fell violently on the man’s huge phallus. Although energetic, her enthusiasm was not a fresh enthusiasm. The lines around her mouth and eyes betrayed her actual years and the orgasm, when it came, was not met with the youthful zest, vigor and overwhelming surrender of even a few weeks ago.

One pair of eyes, of the many watching, was not focused on the carnal entertainment in the center ring, but rather scanned the audience for reaction. Victoria was not pleased with what she observed. Although none were so bold as to leave, some were showing telltale signs of boredom, eyes and bodies restless as if to convey that what they were seeing, they had seen before. Victoria noted two couples in the audience turn and smile at each other and motion as if to meet when the show was over — a sure confirmation of what she had suspected. Janeen was no longer the attraction she had once been. But a few short weeks ago, the tent had been filled with both men and women who paid top dollar to see this beautiful woman perform every conceivable sex act, with their attention riveted to her every move and sound.

Yet how quickly her enthusiasm had waned and been replaced by a willing but rather predictable performance. The tent tonight was only a little over half full. Not good at all thought the Mistress. Even as the woman rolled over on her knees and her nest was taken again, her cries were not those of fresh new pain, but rather of expectation and resignation. As the man orgasmed into her, she fell forward seemingly in exhaustion.

Victoria felt the restlessness of her audience as the light in the center ring faded to blackness and the aisle lights came on to signal an end to the evening’s performance. There were a few hand claps from some of the young males present, but even those were halfhearted and soon stopped. As the audience filed past, an older woman whispered in Victoria’s ear.

“A rather uninspired performance, Victoria. Your woman seems weary, as is your audience. If you expect me and others to return, you will have to offer better than this! What is needed is someone new, someone different — and something more than the usual bedroom antics.”

The Mistress grimaced faintly.

“Finding another as good, as willing, as Janeen will not be easy.”

“Be creative, resourceful,” replied the older woman smiling. “I know you can. Remember those private showings you used to give for my husband and me?”

“That was long ago, but I take to heart what you say. Perhaps it is time for a change.”

“That’s the spirit! When will you be returning?”

“We close here tomorrow and move on to four other cities, but we should be back by the end of next month.”

“Good, I hope to see you then… and Victoria…”

Their eyes met.

“… do have something fresh and delicious for us, eh?”

“Of course my lady,” answered Mistress Victoria.

As the last of the audience filed out of the tent, she turned to see the young male entertainer leave by a side exit, the woman still lying across the bed. Making quite sure they were alone, Victoria closed and tied shut the tent flaps and walked to the edge of the bed where the attractive redhead was beginning to stir.

“You disappointed me tonight, Janeen.”

The younger woman looked up in shock and fear.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I…”

“No excuses, Janeen. You must give these people what they want. What I want!”

“I’m trying Mistress.”

“Obviously not hard enough.”

“I’ll do anything you say, Mistress!”

“Will you, Janeen?”

“Of course my Mistress. Haven’t I given my body to man after man to entertain your friends?”

The older woman mused.

“Hmmmm. Yes, that’s true, but that may no longer be enough. We are going to have to be more creative with your talents.”

“What do you mean, Mistress?”

“Since coming to Carnival Erotica you have made love to many men, but the time has come to expand your talent.”

“You want me to make love with more than one man at a time?”

“Yes, but why stop there?”

The young woman’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You mean…”

“Yes Janeen. it is time you developed your carnal talents with women other than me.”

“But Mistress, it is you I adore! I have no wish to be with another. It is your kisses, your caresses I live for. I want no one else!”

Victoria was growing impatient with the woman. Janeen had been a beautiful, if somewhat naive, woman in her mid thirties when “recruited” by Victoria. She had unhesitatingly deserted her husband and two children for the privilege of sharing a bed with the woman she shamelessly worshiped.

“Do you love me, Janeen?”

“Mistress, you know I love you more than life itself. My life is yours!”

“Then…”

Janeen looked into the eyes of her lover/mistress.

“It is your body I wish to have close to mine, but if it is your wish, I shall make love to a thousand women!”

“I will expect more than that.”

“Command anything you want. I will obey you without hesitation. My body and soul are yours.!”

Victoria smiled.

“Better, Janeen. Much better. We shall talk later of how I will expect you to entertain my guests. Now, I am hungry. It has been several days and I must feed.”

An almost unearthly light gleamed in the younger woman’s eyes. Slipping off the gown she had just donned, she spread eagled her naked body on the bed, each hand firmly gripping a corner railing. Their eyes met. As the older woman drew closer, Janeen’s body writhed in anticipation.

“Yes, my love, I am yours. Take me. TAKE ME!”

The young woman’s sensual moans echoed a mixture of pain and pleasure as their bodies met.

The orgy/feast lasted until the early morning hours.

The two young Americans sat nursing cups of coffee at a small sidewalk cafe. Both women were exchange students who had come to Romania, one to study the language, the other its culture.

Kristy Anders’ passion for the culture of Eastern Europe had its origins in American vampire movies and her youthful fascination with Transylvania. She had scrimped and saved since a sophomore in high school and along with modest help from her not-well-off parents and a generous grant, she was now spending her junior year of college sharing a room at the local university with her new found friend.

Her short blonde hair complimented her wholesomely attractive face which made her look even younger than her nineteen years. She was filled with an enthusiastic naivete which, along with her looks, was responsible for her almost always being described as “cute” or “perky”.

Shari Stevens, on the other hand, would never have been described as cute. One year older than her friend, her classic high cheekbones and velvety light chocolate complexion marked her as singularly beautiful. Her interest was in the Southern European languages, but since rooming with Kristy, she had also developed a side interest in gypsy language derivations. Like Kristy, she also was looking for a summer job now that the school year was almost over. It was she who had persuaded Kristy to find work and stay the summer before returning to the States.

“So how’s the job hunting coming?”

Kristy gave a disappointed sigh.

“Lousy. I thought I had something lined up at the printing shop, but now they say it’ll be Fall before they will need someone.”

Shari beamed.

“I may have found something!”

“Really? What?”

“In the library. I’ll just be checking books in and out, but at least it will help pay the rent. The librarian said she would let me know definitely this afternoon.

“Yes,” mused Kristy, “our apartment.”

With the school year closing, the young women had been forced to find an apartment off campus. Although they had enough left from their grants for the first week’s rent, they would need the income, and soon.

“Well, don’t get discouraged.Something will turn up,” encouraged Shari.

“It had better or you may be accused of having a “kept woman” in your apartment.”

They both smiled.

One moment it wasn’t there. The next it was. An indefinable presence which Kristy could not identify, but which grew stronger by the moment. Both a beckoning and an overwhelming urge, it quickly wafted through her like smoke curling into each and every crack and crevice, invading, permeating.

Shari noticed the strange expression on her friend’s face.

“Are you OK?”

“I… I…”

“Kristy, what is it?”

“… I… don’t… know… I…”

“Kristy, are you feeling all right?”

The strange sensation swept over her more powerfully now. Her eyes were open but they were glazed as her mind was rapidly surrendering to this… what?

Try as she might, Kristy seemed unable to focus either her eyes or attention on anything other than the feeling that she was no longer in control, that she was being guided, forced to submit — but to what?

The words came slowly and without feeling as if her thoughts were totally elsewhere.

“I’m… all… right.”

“Kristy, something’s wrong! What is it?”

“I… don’t… know.”

Shari was beginning to be alarmed, thinking her friend might be having some kind of seizure.

“Shall I get someone? A doctor?”

“… No…”

She felt her will giving way in surrender to this indescribable omnipotent power coursing through her. The presence was not only powerful, but seductive, as Kristy’s surrender was not only complete, but willing as well. She wanted this — presence — to take her, knew she must submit, wanted nothing more than to submit.

As the last vestiges of her own will were displaced, Kristy suddenly knew what she was to do. Her entire being now had a new purpose — to obey.

Shari looked on in complete befuddlement as the word “yes” silently formed on her friend’s lips.

Her eyes unseeing, the girl’s hand dropped to her lap.

Shari’s mouth flew open in amazement as she realized that her friend had just pulled up her skirt enough to place her hand in her crotch.

“Kristy, what’s going on?”

Her friend’s voice was audible, but seemed very far away and unimportant as Kristy’s fingers moved up the inside of her thigh. Her lips pursed momentarily as her fingers found her labial lips. Two fingers penetrated and began stimulating her small pleasure mound.

Shari looked hurriedly around to the other tables to see if others had noticed what was transpiring. Apparently none had, but her own shock and embarrassment were no less. Her voice was low, but emphatic.

“Kristy, what’s come over you?”

Her fingers moved slowly, seductively as the slightest of smiles crossed the blonde girl’s lips. She had found her raison d’ etre — to serve and obey.

Kristy’s fingers increased in frequency, her breath began to labor, she grunted slightly.

Shari’s eyes widened in horrified amazement.

“Kristy, what do you think you’re doing?”

For one brief moment her eyes cleared and met those of her friend.

“I’m coming Shari. I can’t hold it back. I’m coming!”

The petite blonde’s eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body convulsed twice.

Shari reached out, in absolute bewilderment, to grab her friend’s other hand to steady her.

“Kristy!”

She didn’t care that her voice was loud enough to attract the attention of the other diners. Her concern was with her friend who must be snapped out of this… what? Trance? Sensual exhibitionism? Delusion?

“Excuse me.”

The voice came from over Shari’s shoulder. Both girls looked up in total embarrassment, Kristy’s spell broken. Kristy hurriedly smoothed out her skirt under the table, her own mortification showing more than Shari’s, simply because the intense redness which flushed her own skin was invisible on Shari who nevertheless fidgeted uncomfortably at what this stranger may have seen or heard.

“I am Victoria VaSannte,” said the woman behind the sunglasses who looked directly at Kristy, ignoring Shari completely.”I understand you are looking for work.”

Kristy’s eyes met those of the beautiful older woman.

“… I… I…”

The young girl was spellbound once again, but this time by the beauty and penetrating quality of the woman’s eyes even from behind the heavily tinted lenses.

Her mouth hung open for several awkward seconds.

“Kristy,” chided Shari, which seemed to bring her friend out of her helpless reverie.

“… I… that is… yes… yes, I am!”

The woman smiled slightly as Kristy looked to her with a puzzled expression.

“Have we met before?”

“Possibly my dear, but I think I would have remembered such a pretty American as you.”

Kristy blushed. Her mind raced, for she was sure she had encountered this woman before. But, try as she might, she could not make the connection. Finally she gave up trying and concentrated on the woman herself.

“As it happens, I am looking for someone to assist me with my business.”

“Which is?” asked Shari.

The mysterious eyes now cast upon Shari momentarily.

“I am in the entertainment business,” she said, producing a business card which Shari scanned then handed to Kristy. The card was simple but not very illuminating:

CARNIVAL EROTICA

Mistress Victoria VaSannte

Carnival Erotica?” asked Shari.

“A traveling show of the strange and bizarre.”

“Then shouldn’t that be Carnival Exotica?” Shari inquired.

“Our exhibitions astound and titillate. We will be traveling to no less than seven countries this summer.”

Kristy looked to her friend.

“Wow! Seven countries!”

Shari did not share the obvious enthusiasm of her friend.

“And just what would she be doing?”

“Assisting me in managing the acts, keeping the books and handling the small amount of correspondence I require.”

The VaSannte woman wrote a figure on another of her cards and handed it directly to Kristy, deliberately by-passing Shari.

“This is what I am willing to pay.”

Kristy’s face lit up with a smile.

“It’s… quite generous. By the way, my name is…”

“I know who you are Miss Anders… and your friend, Miss Stevens.”

“How do you know our names?” asked Shari suspiciously.

“I make it my business to know things, especially about those who may come to work for me.”

Shari reached out to take the card from her friend.

“Very generous for a traveling side show,” she muttered aloud, not attempting to disguise her disapproval.

“I pay well, but I also expect my employees to do work to my satisfaction.”

Her face steeled as she looked to Shari.

“My carnival is no side show. We play only to exclusive audiences who pay dearly for our genre of entertainment.”

“Just how exclusive can sword swallowers and hoochi-koochi girls be?” smiled Shari.

“Perhaps you would like to visit our carnival sometime. I think you might be inclined to change your mind,” said Victoria with an icy smile.

“Not likely,” returned Shari.

“If you are interested, contact me at the carnival,” she said looking back to Kristy. ”We will be leaving in two days. I must have your answer by tomorrow.”

And as quickly as she appeared, the beautiful, mysterious stranger left them and disappeared down a side street.

“I don’t know Kristy. This sounds a little weird to me.”

“Oh, but don’t you see Shari, we’ve gotten to travel so little while we’ve been here.
Just a few little excursions to nearby towns. This will be my chance to really see Southern Europe!”

“Yeah, but with a carnival?”

“So what? All those business courses I took in high school will come in handy. I can type pretty well and I kept books for the drug store where I worked back home. I can do it. Besides,” she said laughing, “this may be my big chance at show biz!”

Shari couldn’t help but laugh as well. If she got the library job, she could manage the apartment by herself, but she would miss her friend. They had become inseparable since meeting last Fall.

“I’ll miss you Kiddo!”

Kristy took her hand.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I’ll miss you too.”

“We can discuss this more tonight. Right now Miss Anders, I want to know what that little performance a while ago was all about!” Shari said in a mock reproving tone.

There was a puzzled unease as Kristy attempted, unsuccessfully, to explain her sudden lustful exhibition to Shari or herself as she tried to relate how she had felt the sudden, at first ominous, then seductive presence and the overpowering need to obey, to achieve sexual ecstasy.

“Girl, you need a boyfriend!” laughed Shari.

Kristy laughed too, but her laugh was underlain with an excitement and fear, the ambivalence of which was new and stimulating, yet troubling.