Teasing the gullible girls

Once every last woman in Pinkwhistle had been tricked into the Gallery of Gullible Girls, which took an hour or so, Mr. Trapp carried Bonnie and Susie inside. He gave them pride of place in the main hall, next to Trickett.

He had some goals in mind, and time to achieve them all, since the hours ran as long as he liked on Halloween night in the Carnival of Shadows. First, he had to make sure that all the women of Pinkwhistle had wet pussies. So he handed out paintbrushes to the boys and had them go around the Wax Museum, telling them to stroke any pussy they saw until it got so wet it glistened.

Bonnie and Susie were not exempt from this. Hank the football player stroked Bonnie's pussy from top to bottom until her juices were running down her thighs, and Ben the comic book nerd did the same to Susie. Mr. Trapp took care of Miss Trickett herself, although he refused to remove the clothespins from her labia. He said she had them coming. The freeze state blocked the girls from cumming, of course, so they were simply left impossibly aroused.

Then, Mr. Trapp started handing out cell phones. He was an expert hacker, and he'd gone through all the cell phones that he'd taken from the girls and unlocked all their social-media accounts. Mr. Trapp explained that he wanted the boys to take lots and lots of incredibly embarrassing photographs of the naked horny girls and upload them all over the Internet, so millions of people would see them. He explained that, because of magic, this would have no negative impact on their lives, except for incredible embarrassment.

Naked pictures of Susie were uploaded to her Twitter, her Instagram and even her Goodreads account. Bonnie's Facebook profile pic was changed to a close-up of her soaking wet, red-haired vagina, and the password changed so she couldn't take it down. The Mayor's campaign page was updated with shots of her bare bottom, an American flag sticking out, and got three hundred thousand likes in twenty minutes. Nudes of Trixie Washington with a cucumber up her pussy and WET SLUT written on her tits were messaged directly to all nine hundred of her contacts, and she was made to read all the replies.

There followed a long period of miscellaneous teasing, groping, spanking and more taking of pictures. Trapp didn't pay much attention to this. He was preoccupied by applying a mysterious Eastern unguent that caused an intolerably strong tickling sensation to Miss Trickett's nipples and vagina.

Finally he pushed a birthday cake into her face, slid a peeled ginger root up her bottom (removing the roses first, of course) and decided to call it a night. He gave all the boys video cameras. Then he got the coin out and gave it a wiggle, activating the slow-motion and no-covering-up mode for everyone except Miss Trickett. Instantly all the girls, mortified beyond all possible imagining and still unbelievably wet and horny, began to squeal their little heads off and started trying and failing to cover up.

Trapp informed them they could all go home, after a mere five laps around the carnival. He didn't mention all the little post-hypnotic suggestions he'd added throughout the course of the evening. The girls could find that out for themselves over the coming months and years. Next Halloween would be interesting, but by then he'd be long gone.

Once they'd left he turned his attention to Miss Trickett, who was making constant minute whimpering sounds as tears of fury and frustration gathered at the edge of her big dark eyes.

"You remember our little deal, I trust?" he said. "If a guest ever strips you out of your clothes, that means the carnival is all mine. To do as I please with. And I shall be making some little changes."