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Chapter 20 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

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Depantsing Trapp

The carnival wasn't operating yet. The booths were empty, the streets between the tents bare of people.

"I see we have company," said Mr. Trapp, standing by the gates. He was alone. "But we're not open yet! Go away, girls."

"No," Susie said, as the posse of Pinkwhistle ladies squared up behind her. If looks could kill, Mr. Trapp would have been skewered, fricasseed and launched into the Sun. "We're here for a reason."

Trapp waved his finger. "Tsk, tsk. Very disobedient. Very naughty! Leave now, ladies, or I'm terribly afraid a round of spankings will be in order."

"You're never spanking anyone again," said Susie, marching right up to Trapp and taking hold of the trousers of his three-piece suit. He did nothing to stop her. "I know your secret, Trapp. You've got a tiny penis. And I'm going to show all the girls."

And she pulled his underpants and trousers down. In front of all the girls.

"Nice, isn't it?" said Trapp. He had the most beautiful penis she'd ever seen. It was seven inches long, with all of the positive qualities that women look for in a penis. Just from looking at it, she could tell it would feel amazing in her pussy.

Susie blinked.

"Um," she said. "Are you embarrassed?"

"No. Why would I be? That's for girls." Trapp grinned nastily, somehow seeming to tower over Susie, even though he was almost a dwarf. "What about you, Susie? Do you feel a little bit embarrassed?"

"Why would I be?" said Susie, nervously backing away. Trapp was pulling his pants back up, and buckling his belt. He didn't seem to be in any particular hurry. "I've got all my clothes on."

"Do you?"

"EEEEK!"

Dozens of clowns, all of them equipped with old-fashioned cameras topped by gigantic flashbulbs, had emerged from the tents surrounding the muddy clearing beyond the carnival gates. Which had swung closed, and locked themselves. There was nowhere to run.

"You see," explained Trapp, doing up his fly, as the posse of stark naked women cowered in the centre of the rapidly closing circle of grinning carnies, "we never really left."

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