Miss Trickett's fate

"I can't believe I missed it," said Mr. Trapp, looking Miss Trickett up and down approvingly. A leash was attached to the collar around her neck, the other end gripped tightly in the hand of one of the harlequin acrobat girls.

Two more harlequins were standing on each side of Miss Trickett, their hands running lasciviously over her nude body, fondling and groping and squeezing, tweaking her nipples and yanking at her pubic hair to keep her on her toes. A fourth harlequin had her arms around Ben's neck and was nuzzling his earlobe, while he grinned and playfully batted her away.

"Did a rube really strip her naked?" said Trapp, looking Trickett up and down. "Just some dork from middle America, with no special powers at all? No offence, Ben."

"None taken."

"The thing is, we've got people here who can travel through time and read minds. And Miss Trickett was in charge of all of them. I can't believe she would be so silly as to let a mere ordinary person take off all her clothes and fuck her pussy."

"It wasn't my fault," said Miss Trickett, accusingly, and yelped as harlequin fingers pinched her bottom. "He... ow! He tricked me!"

"We're supposed to be the ones who trick them! It's literally your name!" Trapp threw up his hands on mock despair. "Well, you know the rules. If a guest ever takes off all your clothes, the carnival is all mine to do with as I please, and you have to be our naked **** forever. All the clowns and things will want to have a turn with you now. I'll have to draw up a roster. What a pain!"

"But... wait. Wait! It was only one time! That isn't fair!"

"You knew the risks when you signed the contract, girl. Harlequins? Would you like to play with her first?"

"Oh, yes," giggled a blonde elfin harlequin. "We'll have lots of fun. Miss Trickett was ever so cruel to us, and we've got ever such long memories. She's going to look ever so pretty on her knees in nipple clamps, kissing all our bottoms with a bouquet of roses up her bum."

"And how many of you are there, again?"

"Four thousand."

"Well, I'll leave you to it. I've still got a carnival to run all by myself tonight, you know."

Mr. Trapp wandered off as yet another harlequin sauntered up to Ben, holding the ends of two more leashes. "Look who I found!" she said, giving the leashes a tug.

"Stop that!" said Bonnie, crossly. "Who even are you?" Susie, noticing Ben, had gone very red. "Eek! I don't have a crush on you! I mean, let me go! Don't look!"

"Very cute," said Ben, nodding gravely as the harlequins grabbed hold of the three girls, pinning their arms behind their backs so the dark-haired boy could get a good look at them. "Did you have a good run through the carnival, Bonnie?"

"It was awful! Why did you make us do that?"

"Great. Susie, I see you have a wet pussy. Am I turning you on just by looking at you?"

"NO SHUT UP STOP NO EEK SHUT UP!"

"This is so cool," said Ben, reaching out to fondle both Bonnie and Susie between the legs. The reaction was exactly what he'd hoped for. "I can't decide which one of you to play with first."

"I've got such a lovely idea," said the blonde harlequin. "Why don't we go back to the harlequin dressing room, and you can spend as long as you like making the girls do anything you want? Perhaps you could fuck Susie while Bonnie sits on her face, and we tickle Miss Trickett until she cries?"

"Perfect. And could some of you go hunt down Peggy Jackson? I'd like to fuck her, as well. In fact, I don't think I'll leave here tonight until I've cum inside every single hot girl in the entire town of Pinkwhistle. I always wanted to do that."

"Of course! We're at your service!"

"Wait, but won't I run out of stamina? Can I really cum that many times in one night?"

"Don't worry about it," said the blonde harlequin, and gave Ben a peck on the cheek. "It's all handled for you. That's carnival magic."