Ben and Hank enjoy their prizes

In a clear space behind the tents, there was a patch of grass, separated from the carnival by just a single sheet of canvas, close enough that all the sounds of the crowd could still be heard, yet secluded enough that it was invisible from outside. Actually, there were two such patches of grass, one a few stalls down, one a few stalls up, far enough removed that you couldn't see one from the other.

Hank went towards the first patch of grass, dragging a kicking and squirming Bonnie behind him. Ben, left alone with Susie, beckoned her to follow him towards the second patch of grass. Regarding him with an expression of utter disgust and contempt, which didn't fool him for even a single second, she did as she was told.

It was, more or less, privacy. As much as you could get around here.

Instead of clearly establishing consent and probably choosing a safeword, which is what he would have done in any other context, Ben just took Susie by her pretty pigtails and kissed her full on the lips. This would have been unethical in the real world, but luckily carnival magic was in effect, making it and all other logistical questions irrelevant. Susie's eyes went wide and she did her very best to pull away from him, outraged at his temerity. Ben pushed her down onto the soft, comfortable grass, knelt over her and slipped a hand down the front of her panties.

"No," Susie spat, trying to wriggle away from him. "I don't want to!" She was soaking wet, his fingers gliding effortlessly between her sensitive folds, forcing her to arch her back and moan involuntarily as his teasing digits penetrated her deepest feminine secrets. Her heels kicked at the ground. Her hands clutched at the grass as she squirmed under him, her soft girl body unable to offer the slightest bit of useful resistance. "Get away from me, you pervert creep!"

"Susie," whispered Ben, enjoying her struggles, his hot breath tantalising her ear, sliding a thumb into the waistband of her black panties and beginning to gently work them down her hips, "I'm stripping you naked."

"No!"

"Do you like that, Susie? You have to tell the truth!"

"Yes! I hate you! Shut up!"

"Here's what I want you to do," Ben said, as her panties were kicked off her toes, leaving Susie squirming in the grass, bare naked from head to toe and illuminated by the soft light of carnival lanterns. He stood up, brushing grass of his knees, and looked down at her, smiling. "First, play with yourself while I take off my clothes. And tell me how naked you are."

"You're so fucking weird," grumbled Susie, cheeks burning as she slid her fingers through the black curls of her pubic hair, seeking out her clit as her other hand glided across her nipples. She was on the verge, she knew, but she couldn't cross the line just yet. "I'm... oh, my God... I'm naked for you, Ben... I'm so fucking naked..."

"Great," said Ben, rapidly stripping out of his suddenly irrelevant clothes. He was a tall slender guy with floppy dark hair, a normally shy smile that all of a sudden wasn't shy at all, and Susie bit her lip in what was probably fear as she watched him tug down his black boxers to reveal an astonishing erection. "I'm so fucking naked for your cock, Ben..." she moaned as she rubbed her clit, her legs parted, heart fluttering at the thought that someone outside the tents might hear. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed... don't make me a naked slut for your cock, please, don't do it..."

"Do you want to cum, Susie? You have to tell the truth."

"I'm naked and wet and I want to cum," said Susie, shivering all over, the pressure building delightfully inside her as her hands glided over her sex. She turned her head away as Ben tried to kiss her one more time, refusing to yield. "No, don't touch me, you bastard! Don't you dare make me cum!"

"Susie," said Ben, his hands gliding across her body, parting her pussy lips as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her moist entrance. Her small fists pounded fruitlessly on his slim but strong chest. "As soon as you feel me inside you, I want you to cum. And I want you to keep on cumming the whole time I'm fucking you."

"Stop! Let me go!"

"Are you ready?"

"No!"

"Three... two... one..."

And he slid his cock inside her up to the hilt, feeling her pussy tense and tremble on his dick as her whole body convulsed with wave upon wave of the most overwhelming pleasure she'd ever experienced in her life. She screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm raced through her, knowing people must be hearing her but somehow, for the first time that evening, unable to care. It went on and on, a new orgasm with every single thrust of his lovely strong cock, sweeping through her, carrying her away on a tide of well-fucked bliss as her howls of pleasure echoed through the carnival.

"Wow," said Hank. "This hypnosis stuff is fun." He lay on his back, arms behind his head, football muscles gleaming as he watched Bonnie bounce up and down on his cock, her tits jiggling, her red curls flying, sweat cascading down her skin as she shouted as loud as she could "I'm Hank's dirty slut! His dirty fucking slut!" The canvas had collapsed almost immediately, exposing them both to the streets, and a few dozen people had already gathered to watch, but he didn't seem to mind at all.