Carny - October 22
Welcome to my serial Carny! I hope you enjoy this little Halloween treat. New episodes will appear every day through October.
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Start here for October 1
October 22
The day was slow. The riot in the girl show had fired up the local preachers, so by the afternoon, Andre figured everyone had been warned away from potential mortal sin at the carnival. Copley said such warnings were usually good for business once the heat died down, but the crowds sure were staying home today.
Maybe it was the thought of being peppered with Madame Fe’s buckshot that kept them away.
Whatever the reason for the thin tip, the bulls, county and town cops, outnumbered the citizens by the time the sun set. Seven or eight of the big men huddled near the burger stand, taking turns to walk the grounds, leering at the girls and glaring at the men. They ordered food extravagantly and nobody asked them to pay.
Everyone knew there’d be no shows tonight and, by nine, most of the booths and tents started the tear-down.
Andre mostly kept to himself, remembering the day before. He had seen the black car, like an immense, prowling insect, raising a dust cloud above the bare dirt parking lot. He had wandered over, shivering a little in the chill air and leaned on the door, surprised to see Nick himself at the wheel, no sign of his stooges.
“Get in.”
Andre obeyed without hesitation, climbing through the oddly hinged door to sit in the front seat. Would the black metal beetle swallow him whole? The car smelled like leather polish and spilled wine.
Nick drove fast, out of the little town and up into a wild, hilly land. They left the main road and followed rutted dirt to a bluff overlooking a creek and miles of wooded countryside, colored with autumn’s palette. Below them, the town of Messer’s Grove looked like a model on a toy train track. He saw the clearing where the carnival had pitched.
“You’re not like them,” Nick said.
“No shit. I was a girl a week ago.”
“That’s not what I mean. You are not like them. You’re much more. You feel it, you taste it. Listen. Smell. You’ve just forgotten how. They’re cattle. You’re a wolf, and wolves hunt, kill. Take. Remember that.”
“I know who you are,” Andre taunted, his voice gone childish. “But what am I?”
“You always laughed too much,” Nick said. He took a flask from his hip pocket and unscrewed its cap.
Andre took a drink. Then he took another one. Always, he thought and shivered.
They talked awhile longer. Nick had made him an offer and Andre had turned it down. Nick didn’t seem to be mad, just acted like he’d expected to be disappointed. Like it had happened before.
Always.
When Nick drove him back to the fair after nine that night, Andre’s heart had raced with strange dread. Venus was in trouble. He knew it somehow, so he wasn’t surprised when angry figures ran past him, fleeing from something behind them.
Turned out it was Fe, armed with a double-barrel loaded with rock salt. She tossed Andre a pistol. “You know how to shoot? Some of those bums may be back. There’s real bullets in that, so be careful where you point it.”
By then, there was no one left to shoot though. The rubes had scattered like rabbits.
Copley had been surly when Andre found him, but the mob hadn’t done more than black his eye and break up the furniture some. Venus slept in Madam Fe’s trailer that night, scratched and bruised, added mementos to those he had given her in the back of the truck.
By sunset the next day, Boss Willy was pissed. Between the fire and the riot, he had reason to be. Willy stormed and stomped, snapping at the ride jockeys and talkers alike, but he was especially hard on Copley. “One more time,” he snarled, “and you’re out. You too!” he spat at Andre.
Andre didn’t move, but only looked down at the man. He felt the coldness of his own gaze, saw the sudden uncertainty in Boss Willy’s eyes, his words trailing away. Andre’s palm pulsed, as if Willy’s living heart beat within it. He curled his fingers and Willy’s face turned white.
The carny boss walked away, staggering a little, and disappeared behind a tent. Andre turned to Copley. “We ready to tear down?”
“Where the fuck did you go yesterday?” Copley sounded jealous.
“Nick.”
“What the fuck did he want?”
“I think you know. You knew I went with him. I can tell.” He looked at Copley with the same cool gaze. Andre’s skin flushed with Copley’s mood. The magician wasn’t afraid. He was angry and horny and a little drunk. Andre’s cock twitched as vivid images of fucking Copley flashed through his mind, the Andrea memory vivid and hot. How would it be now to fuck Copley’s mouth or his ass?
Copley ran both his hands through his hair before he looked at Andre again. “We’ve fucked, you know that, right? We can make up for it though. It’s going to take something special, maybe dangerous. You in?”
Andre looked at Copley, inhaled the rich scent of male and whiskey. “You think I’m ready?”
Copley looked down at the ground for a moment. “Yeah. Nick thinks so too, doesn’t he?”
Are they ready? The question hovered between them.
“Yes. I guess so, then.” Andre said, his breath a whisper.
“Yeah. That skin and you, you’re tied. I’m not sure why or how, but we need to see this through.”
“Do you think I’m a guy, or a girl?” He had to ask, had to know where Copley’s feelings tended.
Copley’s silence stretched. He looked at his shoes again, at the dusty ground. “I think you’re you. Guy, girl – you’re you.”
“That’s cheap, Ned.”
Copley looked at Andre, his gaze as sincere as gold, then slapped his thigh and laughed. “Welcome to the carnival.”
October 22The day was slow. The riot in the girl show had fired up the local preachers, so by the afternoon, Andre figured everyone had been warned away from potential mortal sin at the carnival. Copley said such warnings were usually good for business once the heat died down, but the crowds sure were staying home today.
Maybe it was the thought of being peppered with Madame Fe’s buckshot that kept them away.
Whatever the reason for the thin tip, the bulls, county and town cops, outnumbered the citizens by the time the sun set. Seven or eight of the big men huddled near the burger stand, taking turns to walk the grounds, leering at the girls and glaring at the men. They ordered food extravagantly and nobody asked them to pay.
Everyone knew there’d be no shows tonight and, by nine, most of the booths and tents started the tear-down.
Andre mostly kept to himself, remembering the day before. He had seen the black car, like an immense, prowling insect, raising a dust cloud above the bare dirt parking lot. He had wandered over, shivering a little in the chill air and leaned on the door, surprised to see Nick himself at the wheel, no sign of his stooges.
“Get in.”
Andre obeyed without hesitation, climbing through the oddly hinged door to sit in the front seat. Would the black metal beetle swallow him whole? The car smelled like leather polish and spilled wine.
Nick drove fast, out of the little town and up into a wild, hilly land. They left the main road and followed rutted dirt to a bluff overlooking a creek and miles of wooded countryside, colored with autumn’s palette. Below them, the town of Messer’s Grove looked like a model on a toy train track. He saw the clearing where the carnival had pitched.
“You’re not like them,” Nick said.
“No shit. I was a girl a week ago.”
“That’s not what I mean. You are not like them. You’re much more. You feel it, you taste it. Listen. Smell. You’ve just forgotten how. They’re cattle. You’re a wolf, and wolves hunt, kill. Take. Remember that.”
“I know who you are,” Andre taunted, his voice gone childish. “But what am I?”
“You always laughed too much,” Nick said. He took a flask from his hip pocket and unscrewed its cap.
Andre took a drink. Then he took another one. Always, he thought and shivered.
They talked awhile longer. Nick had made him an offer and Andre had turned it down. Nick didn’t seem to be mad, just acted like he’d expected to be disappointed. Like it had happened before.
Always.
When Nick drove him back to the fair after nine that night, Andre’s heart had raced with strange dread. Venus was in trouble. He knew it somehow, so he wasn’t surprised when angry figures ran past him, fleeing from something behind them.
Turned out it was Fe, armed with a double-barrel loaded with rock salt. She tossed Andre a pistol. “You know how to shoot? Some of those bums may be back. There’s real bullets in that, so be careful where you point it.”
By then, there was no one left to shoot though. The rubes had scattered like rabbits.
Copley had been surly when Andre found him, but the mob hadn’t done more than black his eye and break up the furniture some. Venus slept in Madam Fe’s trailer that night, scratched and bruised, added mementos to those he had given her in the back of the truck.
By sunset the next day, Boss Willy was pissed. Between the fire and the riot, he had reason to be. Willy stormed and stomped, snapping at the ride jockeys and talkers alike, but he was especially hard on Copley. “One more time,” he snarled, “and you’re out. You too!” he spat at Andre.
Andre didn’t move, but only looked down at the man. He felt the coldness of his own gaze, saw the sudden uncertainty in Boss Willy’s eyes, his words trailing away. Andre’s palm pulsed, as if Willy’s living heart beat within it. He curled his fingers and Willy’s face turned white.
The carny boss walked away, staggering a little, and disappeared behind a tent. Andre turned to Copley. “We ready to tear down?”
“Where the fuck did you go yesterday?” Copley sounded jealous.
“Nick.”
“What the fuck did he want?”
“I think you know. You knew I went with him. I can tell.” He looked at Copley with the same cool gaze. Andre’s skin flushed with Copley’s mood. The magician wasn’t afraid. He was angry and horny and a little drunk. Andre’s cock twitched as vivid images of fucking Copley flashed through his mind, the Andrea memory vivid and hot. How would it be now to fuck Copley’s mouth or his ass?
Copley ran both his hands through his hair before he looked at Andre again. “We’ve fucked, you know that, right? We can make up for it though. It’s going to take something special, maybe dangerous. You in?”
Andre looked at Copley, inhaled the rich scent of male and whiskey. “You think I’m ready?”
Copley looked down at the ground for a moment. “Yeah. Nick thinks so too, doesn’t he?”
Are they ready? The question hovered between them.
“Yes. I guess so, then.” Andre said, his breath a whisper.
“Yeah. That skin and you, you’re tied. I’m not sure why or how, but we need to see this through.”
“Do you think I’m a guy, or a girl?” He had to ask, had to know where Copley’s feelings tended.
Copley’s silence stretched. He looked at his shoes again, at the dusty ground. “I think you’re you. Guy, girl – you’re you.”
“That’s cheap, Ned.”
Copley looked at Andre, his gaze as sincere as gold, then slapped his thigh and laughed. “Welcome to the carnival.”
On to October 23
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Posted by Angela Caperton at 10/22/2011 1:50 PM 
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton Erotica Carny horror
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton Erotica Carny horror
Wow - I really like this serialization and your writing style. I am definitely going to be checking out your titles!
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