Miss Trickett's triumph

"You're back," Mr. Trapp commented.

"With prisoners in tow." Trickett gestured to the entire female population of the town of Pinkwhistle, all stark naked and squirming uncomfortably. The prisoner coffle extended almost all the way back to the carnival gates. A few boys from the town hung out nearby, eyeing up the girls, to their immense discomfort. "Don't you think they'll make good slaves?"

"Perhaps. Did you get bored of torturing Susie and Bonnie?"

"Not at all." Susie and Bonnie, both bare-breasted and bare-bottomed, stood at the front of the coffle, wrists and neck in chains. A couple of clowns were ogling them with interest. "But after nine or ten years I thought it would be fun to go back to Pinkwhistle and kidnap the entire town. I figure we can train the men to be carnies, and the girls..."

"So you think you can just waltz right back into your old job? Is that it?"

"Sure. Why not?"