Refusing Trapp's advice

"Are you crazy?" said Bonnie. "There's no way we're going in there!"

And, still covering themselves and squirming, the two girls turned and sprinted as fast as they could in the opposite direction, away from the weird little dwarf. Trapp, regretfully, watched them go. He could, of course, have cast a magic spell that turned their bras and panties into soap bubbles, but that would have been against the spirit of the game.

Anyway, he didn't need to.

Bonnie and Susie raced for the carnival gates, panting, grateful to finally get out of this crazy place. They were going to make it! Okay, it was going to be a long run home in just their underwear, but at least they wouldn't have to stay here and be humiliated even a single moment longer! Nobody was manning the front booth, since every single person in town who counted for anything was already present at the carnival and there was no longer any need to take tickets. They shot straight out the front gate, sighing with relief as they came to a stop in the muddy field outside.

"What the hell," said Bonnie, "just happened?" The carnival magic had slipped a bit, and she was beginning to think that some of the evening's events had been just a tad unrealistic.

"I don't know," said Susie, "but I hope it never happens again." She tried to take a first step towards home, and discovered that her foot was sunk up to the ankle in the muddy field.

"Uh," she said. "What's happening now?"

A huge green tentacle lurched at her out of the murk.

Halfdan, the carnival kraken, was stationed in the muddy field outside the carnival expressly to prevent this kind of thing occurring. Girls couldn't be allowed to leave in their underwear! What a wasted opportunity! They still had so much more to lose! At the very least, Halfdan thought, they should be stripped completely naked in front of thousands of people, fucked senseless, subjected to about a dozen crashing orgasms and afflicted by some kind of horrible humiliating curse that would stay with them for more or less the rest of their lives, like bottom-pinching ghost hands or a hypnotic compulsion to run naked down Main Street every Thursday at noon. It only seemed fair to him. When I'm running this place, he thought, we'll do things a little differently.

Susie shrieked in terror as the tentacle wrapped around her. It lifted her high in the air while a dozen smaller tendrils flailed around her, plucking at her underwear. Patiently, Halfdan unsnapped her bra and pried her panties down off her ankles. He then flipped her upside-down and paddled her bottom thirty times with his best flat-sided spanking appendage. That ought to teach her a lesson! Girls, he thought, should get more in the carnival spirit.

The other girl, the tomboy, was trying to fight him. Halfdan pinned her arms above her head, slipped into the cups of her bra and twanged it off her body, then hooked one tendril into the back of her yellow panties and wedgied her until they broke. Finally, he mounted her on one of his knobbliest pleasure tentacles and slid her back and forth until she came like a banshee. It was covered in aphrodisiac slime, but then all his tentacles were.

Then he reached all the way back into the carnival, tentacles stretching high over the tops of the tents, found a nice, brightly-lit spot, and deposited them right back in the middle of it.

He heard them squeal as they found themselves right back among the crowds, this time with no clothes on at all, and rolled some of his twenty thousand eyes. Why weren't girls ever grateful?