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Carnevil 3
Dr Diablo’s Marionettes
By RogueFX
©Copyright 2020 / 2023 – RogueFX – Used by Permission
Storycodes: F, Transform, Doll, Magic, Horror, cons, nc
Megan had left her friends trying to knock the grinning skulls off the Halloween version of a coconut shy. Jake wanted to win Carrie one of the green teddy bears with the evil toothy grin.
Licking the sticky remnants of the bright orange candyfloss from her fingers, she wandered along the pathways between the booths.
The next had a short queue. The sign read ‘Dr Diablo’s Marionettes’, shining in flickering red neon letters, above the entrance with a wooden puppet dancing on one side. The ticket booth stood on the other side of the door. A wooden ring master stood inside complete with red coat and top hat. A speaker in the side spoke, “Come one, come all, be amazed by the marvelous marionettes. Only one token to see the show”.
Running her hand through her long brunette hair, she slipped a token into the slot and followed the small group inside the darkened tent.
Keeping in with the Halloween theme, it was dimly lit by jack-o-lanterns hanging from the tent poles, cobwebs trailing between them. Two life size mummy puppets held flickering fake torches at either side of the small circular stage. There were no chairs, so the audience milled around picking the best view of the stage.
A pair of marionettes click-clacked onto the stage. The man in Victorian clothes complete with top hat, the woman in a vintage flowing dress. The man bowed to the woman, then took her hands as a waltz began to play. Barely visible, the strings dangled from the jet black shadow above the stage, moving the couple in jerky dance to the sound of the softly resonating music.
The crowd whooped and cheered, clapping along with the dancing couple as they waltzed around the stage. As the music faded they disappeared behind the rear curtain.
Next came a trio of clowns, each painted with a hideous smile. They tumbled, fought each other and threw buckets of confetti at the laughing audience. Megan laughed along with them, amazed that the strings didn’t get tangled as they rolled around.
The final part was a magician that pulled a rabbit out of a hat. the painted rabbit escaped, skittering back and forth on the stage. The audience roared as he chased it back and forth while it hopped on its strings. Finally catching it, the magician bowed to them, placed his hat with the rabbit inside on his head, and walked backstage.
A disembodied voice echoed through the tent: “Thank you all for coming to enjoy our little show.”
While the others filed out, Megan stayed behind, looking at the pictures of the various marionettes arrayed along the walls of the tent.
She was the last one inside.
Click clack, click clack.
She turned back to the stage.
A ballerina walked jerkily onto the stage, her porcelain skin catching the flickering light of the fake yellow candle light, contrasting with the brilliant red latex of her dress. As she moved the light flittered across the fine wires that joined her to the darkness above. Soft music began to play. The marionette’s movements became less jerky as she seemed to flow with the beat. She pirouetted her way around the stage, and Megan found herself pulled into the dance, following each move as she danced closer and closer until she was on the stage moving in perfect time with the marionette.
They touched, arms enfolding each other. Soft fleshy breasts pressed against hard porcelain, warm lips against cold. She felt the wires brush her skin as they whirled together. The marionette’s leg slipped between hers pressing into her sex. Heat erupted through her.
The music changed, becoming slower and more sensual, feeding her mood as the marionette seduced her with the dance. The heat built within her, teasing her.
The rubbing on her sex became more insistent, parting her labia, pressing her aching clitoris as her passion built higher and higher.
Megan pressed herself harder against her porcelain lover, hands roving over the smooth body, feeling hard nipples crush her own. Hot wet lips kissing cold dry ones.
The music reached its crescendo as Megan cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm exploding through her. The intensity overwhelmed her. She collapsed to the stage, darkness closing over her.
Her senses slowly returned, first her sense of touch, then sight and hearing, then taste and finally smell.
Megan’s head hung down.
She could see strings dangling down around her. She tried to move but her limbs remained frozen. A string jerked and her right arm lifted into the air, followed by her left as another string moved.
Her head jerked up, pulled by another string. Her legs moved, marching on the spot, moving with the strange jerking motion she had seen on the other marrionettes.
She walked along behind the stage, her body under the control of the strings that seemed to pass right through her limbs.
Click clack click clack.
She stood before a mirror, but the reflection she saw looking back couldn’t be hers.
The porcelain face staring back at her with painted features looked like a more perfect version of her own face. She wore a low-cut black mesh dress. Her breasts had the same hard porcelain texture as her face. Her legs were encased in matching stockings with black stilettos on her feet. The black contrasted with the alabaster white of the marionette’s skin, its lips picked out with gloss black lipstick.
A slow, sultry, song began to play and Megan felt the strings pull on her limbs. She moved helplessly towards the curtains, towards the stage, towards her audience….
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