A Heinous Halloween
by (Hidden)
BDSM Story: One by one partygoers who have humiliated a classmate are dealt with in 'heinous' ways before being returned to same party. Will they share their experiences at the table?
Caution: This BDSM Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual Mystery BDSM Spanking PonyBoy Anal Sex Flatulence Halloween Revenge .
Greetings, dear readers, Halloween is time where people almost expect to be scared out of their skivvies. It’s almost time when one steps out of themselves and is open to taking more risk for reward. The custom of children as well as adults wear fun costumes, so all things considered why shouldn’t, I have some hot bun fun at the expense of the comfort of some Halloween-Goers.
Halloween was to be the time of my revenge. Although all of our lives were farther down the road after high school. Now, I’m not saying what I did that Halloween many decades ago was right, but I did give out some deserved bright bottoms that night. There were three lovely bottoms all who knew each other and were good friends.
Before you judge me for my revenge to expel the bad feeling their acts long ago left like a brand on my psyche, in my defense each of these girls back in high school had been on occasion been not, so nice to me. Their actions had hurt me and left me with emotional pain for the past decades. Before this Halloween night was over the trio known as kid would carry my stripes while they performed in my adults only; Bizarro Circus. But more about that later. And the real beauty of the plan was none would be the wiser!
My plan for Halloween revenge had been meticulously laid out on a marking board. Nothing had been left to chance as each experienced a trifecta of revenge and all in one hot night. Come Halloween the costumed lovelies would be carrying marks too. So, without further ado, I will lay out my case.
First up, was the girl from Charlotte, a former flag girl in Florida. The prettiest of the trio. She had long, straight blonde hair that hangs halfway down her back Her golden strands draw attention to her mouthwatering bottom. So, just what did this sweet girl do to me. Her boyfriend back then along with brawny, twisted members of the football team picked up my dirt-brown Vega Chevy and placed in the middle of the covered band walkway and the gym. It’s hot in Florida and the Port Of Charlotte, a certain blonde I imagine egged on by her popular boyfriend. The blonde-haired, flag girl took a tampon out of her purse and handed it to the David quarterback. He opened it and handed it to her known to be kind, high school sweetheart.
The devious beau slipped the lock with a hanger, but the pretty tall, blonde queen court didn’t remain blameless. While she was always nice to me even when, she didn’t feel well, still when push came to shove, she did open my dirt covered car door. Next, she leaned over while wearing her tight bell bottom blue jeans with the visible panty line embossed across her mouthwatering bottom. While her part in the prank certainly wouldn’t be what you would consider, it was hurtful. But, the photo, the pretty blonde was egged on by the growing crowd around my dirt-brown Chevy Vega in our annual in the covered cross walk while the tampon hanging on the rear-view mirror was seen through the windshield. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but this Halloween, it would be red-hot at the Bizzaro Circus.
Charlotte, a David High School legend in the making after his pretty blonde girlfriend, he had instigated to tie the tampon by the string like a piece of perverse art to my car’s rear view mirror and snap a photo. a picture found in our damn annual for prosperity. It might as well have been my bare posterior in the book because that would better fit what the David star athlete did after his pretty blonde girlfriend left and the guys who had had their fun carried my car this time to the back alley. Alone with a couple of guys the swell-headed David, quarterback untied the tampon and doused it with Texas Pete Hot Sauce. Two brawny linebackers yanked may pants and Hanes briefs down as I felt the cool air on my bottom. Then bent over my dirt-brown marked car. I remember seeing the skid marks on the asphalt just before being bent over and David’s skilled quarterback hands spread my cheeks open wide before inserting the orange sauce doused tampon up my butt hole. Ye-ouch, boy did that burn. Charlotte, a port guy couldn’t have done worse. All this happened after his pretty blonde girl had provided the femme product from her brown purse.
I can imagine your thoughts at Charlotte a Halloween party, but honestly, I don’t care at the moment Oh, I get it, you think I got to him the David, QB through the pretty blonde. However, I would point out, ‘Blondie’ was indeed culpable herself for tie the tampon string to my rear-view mirror. And speaking of ‘rear’ views, she was wearing a tan pant suit with a visible panty line making me just want to eat up her bottom. But I had waited and we were all down father down the road.
Yeah, I guess you could say, I was guilty of watching her bottom as part of my lonely boy existence. Sometimes, I felt guilty as she had told me, I was a nice guy. Once as a prank the guys had called her and told her, I had told them to call her. Actually, I hadn’t, but gelt twangs of regret for accidently looking up red and green plaid skirt at her panties, I remember as I sat across from her on the grass that on that day, they were white underneath her black pantyhose which set off the short skirt. Unlike my butt watching, I had seen her panties quite by accident.
I guess that you could say that a long time ago the girl from Charlotte, a nice girl made my heart throb. Well, now her bottom would be the one throbbing from the stripe of my ringmaster’s whip.
Charlotte, a flag girl POV:
I looked in front of me with what little vision I had as I was hampered by the blinders which had been put on my head. All I could see through my tunnel vision was the red striped femme looking ass with the plug stuck up their anus. It was tagged “Sissy Of David” across the top of the trailer. A reference to our high school
I noticed unlike my blonde haired butt plug, the boys obviously shaved had brown hair hanging down between the cheeks. I, barely was able to tell that there was an additional trailer, but as I was the caboose of the train, so to speak, i couldn’t determine if was another female like me.
Next, I heard the putt-putt-putt fart like pipe blast, followed by the stench of diesel fuel which assaulted my nose holes desperate to get clean air. Soon there was a lurch with almost knocked me off all fours as the “Sissy” in front of me as the train of colorful barred cages began to move across the asphalt towards the big top tent farther down the food and game vendors which lined the circus venue.
It was at that time, I began to become uneasy and my tummy bubbled like Alka Seltzer fizzing under the duress of what lay ahead as they performed for the all adult audience in whatever weird way our master of ceremonies / ringmaster on a Halloween that had already made me howl out loud in pain. I assume from the red striped bottom in front of me that too had been trained by our trainers whip.
I guess, you could call us all Zebras only our stripes were red instead of black like the real animals. Farce animals, but performers all the same. Ones who had been trained through the sting of the whip on our bums to give our best in the center ring. Just like me they were ball gagged as part of a leather mask which ironically concealed all of our identities much like those seen on Halloween.
Oh shit, this hurt, so much. This was heinous. My anus and connected hole burned along its length. Under the pretext of this farce of a circus, I was being plowed by a masked circus-goer who’s luck had run hot and was give me a hard fuck as I buggered the rump hole of the pony-girl in front of me. I was ding a good job of throttling Charlotte, a home base blonde haired girl in her late teens as i was too.
My thoughts were crystal clear when it came to analyzing the finale of the Halloween human ‘s where things got hairy for the three of us as performers in the center ring. Additional whip strokes from the ringmaster really left quite a sting as we circled the ring with our only view being the butt plug with hair tail flopping around across the red striped cheeks.
All these thoughts were going through my mind as a cold wind chilled my behind as it penetrated through the steel bars of the cart, I was riding in as my mouthwatering bottom, I’m told rolled down the back alley as part of the trailer train.
Charlotte, a port based circus was art in the making and it was crystal clear, we were the main act of this bizarre perverse adult only event. I suppose you could argue, if their was one day of the year where a human circus might seen acceptable, it was Halloween. The day when it was kind of expected that you step out of your comfort zone. And, boy had I stepped out of my comfort zone.
The circus out of Charlotte, a big pink penis seen between the sissy, David QB with spread legs between the athlete’s ‘s legs. He was wearing an art covered Tu Tu up around his waist with matching pink tights ringing his bare thighs and his he-she balls swinging like a clock’s pendulum. Julian, The Florida Coast’s Secret was the sign, I read just before the train ducked into the big top.
The cool air breeze caused by the movement of the train with what I believed to be three cage wagons. The rush of cold air felt good on what had to be red stripes that still burned with a fiery fury.
Simone’s POV:
The full-masked Jason from Friday the 13th films
I came here from the heartland corn fields of Iowa. It was crystal clear to me that, I was part of some kind of a train with a perv vibe to it. I was on all fours in a cage made for the transport of performing circus animals. I wonder if they had received a set of red stripes against my white skin. My view was limited by the face mask blinders and ball gag strapped around my neck. I had heard the “clang’ of the other barred wagons were pulled by the green and yellow John Deere tractor. We were on the move to whatever and whoever, we were going to perform in this farcical Bizzaro Circus! At the moment, I would have rather been Iowa bound. The damn event, I was destined to participate in should be called the Berserk Circus!
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