“ IDENTITY CRISIS, CUM-BUCKET HEAD GAME, NOW OPEN WIDE SWALLOW MORE AND DROOL LESS!”

Taylor Swift glanced around taking the sights in with wide eyes for the amusement park was truly massive, and bizarre it’s rides even more so, a massive breast ride spinning around in circles, a fake shit-log flouting down a splashing mounting, of what Taylor could only hope was water, for the water was way to creamy thick and whitish to be so, splashing the ride’s many passengers with it’s murky white waters, As the shit-log sent a wave type splash hitting the bottom of a massive pool.

“There you are girl, I’ve been looking all over for you, and here you are taking in sight’s, now come along you know the rule’s of your contract, game chanced first then only then can you indulge yourself with the park’s festivities!” A young gorgeous ringmaster said as she grabbed a startled Taylor Swift’s hand and begin leading her off towards the game section.

“What no stop my names Tayl**!” Taylor Swift tried to protest attempting to yank her hand from her captor and pull away but a firm crop whipped slapping to her ass from the seductive ringmaster and a very demanding toned scolding had Taylor at a loss “ Stop back talking, I’ll have none of that, now fucking listen you, we ain’t got time to waist, so let’s hurry along!”

“Oh good we’re just in time, woo thought we miss it, don’t be shy guess I’ll strap you in place, after all it’s the least I can do!”

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Taylor Swift was totally confused her face bewildered as the ringmaster lead her into a game booth and strapped her down onto a chair, before also fastening down a bucket onto her lap “ Wait stop please there’s been a mistake?”

“YOU HUSH NOW, OPEN WIDE, AND SWALLOW MORE AND DON’T LET YOUR BUCKET OVERFLOW FIRST, THOSE TWO GIRLS ARE SOME STEEP COMPETITION!”

“Hay how she get here that’s Taylor Swift, woo-wee she was so sexy at that concert, just my luck picking the middle row, I just got win now to own her!”

Taylor Swift eyes widened with dread as a curtain was pulled back and a large crowd came into view, however its was the three men that stood behind the booth with aimed water-guns that had her most attention, although it was the ugly fat balding middle aged man, that was most worrisome to Taylor for she couldn’t help but to over hear his comments, and the fact that he was aiming his gun right at her face had her nervously eying him with fearful worry.

“Players take aim, Lady’s try to swallow in gulps, and the best of luck, fire away!”

****************************************Taylor Swift was blasted with something milky white and sticky a glob of it hitting her eye causing her to wince and grimace in shock, as one of her eyes darted onto a fellow female game prop, Taylor Swift mumbled out “ Howaum plaee?” But just couldn’t get any words out for she instantly came to recognize the taste of cum as it continued to blast her face, waves of it dripping from her gasping cum filled mouth into the bucket and filling it up quickly, as Taylor Swift came to notice much to late that each of her fellow female props swallowed down the never ending gauntlet of spraying cum into their faces with open mouths and relish there buckets not even half full, as Taylor Swift’s bucket came to overflow with cum.

****************************************Taylor Swift stumbled from behind the booth her face and clothing now soaked in cum, the ringmaster leading her to the ugly fat smelly fat man who now smoked a cigarette and downed a beer, as the sexy ringmaster said with a giggle “ Your prize sir two hours, she will obey your every demand!”

Although Taylor Swift was now a total mind controlled bimbo, there was a part of her normal self that was aware but not in control. No matter How much Taylor Swift was repulsed by this man, the truth was that she had always desired to be sexual abused by a fat ugly middle aged man, thus the park had made this fantasy a reality for Taylor. However Taylor Swift’s aware self couldn’t help but feel nervous by this, as the ugly fat man lead her to her fate, and the fact that she overheard from the crowd had her dreading the next two hours.

“HAY DON’T BE STINGY HOW ABOUT SHARING?”