The Dark Fair, chapter 6: A well-earned rest
#6 of The Dark Fair
Sixth chapter, where things calm down progressively, as we conclude David's first day at the Dark Fair. We use this opportunity to see what a couple of booths have to offer.
"The son of Edward Reichswald. That's quite a chance meeting." Robert mused. Another hour has passed since David, his father Edward, and Edward's friend Robert met each other.
"You know my father, Robert?" David asked for confirmation.
"Rob and I graduated together." explained Edward, putting an arm around his son's shoulders.
They visited more stalls. However, at David's request, they refrained from playing more games for today. Edward had the trio stop at 'Lambert's milkshakes' and offered everyone a drink. A very special kind of milk, considering its source came from a lionness firmly secured in some kind of frame, a pump relentlessly working her disproportionately huge breasts for more liquid.
"How does it taste?" the father asked David.
"Not bad, but... Doesn't that hurt them after a while?" the young deer wondered.
"You read my letter, Dave. They look human, but at the same time they are not. All that I know, is that they are conditioned to act complacent."
"Does it not distub you?" David probbed.
"Dave, I already told you. If you want to change something..." his father began to answer.
"Assure yourself that you can change it, first." the son sighed.
"Say, isn't that your wife, Robert?" Edward suddenly asked, changing the subject.
"Indeed, I think it's her and her friends," Robert agreed.
Looking in the same direction as them, David saw a group of four women, among them a strong-looking sow, assembled around a Test-your-strength game. It looks like the classics, with a graduated pole and a weight that you send up with a hammer, except that the bell has been replaced by the two, watermelon-sized balls of a latex horse, who was fixed in a spread-eagle at the top of the pole. The horse's cock was twitching, visibly about to burst. "Come on, Clarence, make it rain!" the girls cheered at the sow. She grabbed the hammer and, with a powerful swing, hit the target. The weight launched like a rocket towards the horse's ballsack. It hit, giving the pair of nuts a good shock. The horse left out the loudest neigh that David ever heard and his cock bobbled up and down as a literal rain of cum fell down on Clarence and her friends, to their amusement.
"Well down, Lady Clarence. May I propose you a reward?" a latex employee, posted next to the pole, asked.
"I'll go fetch my wife. See you soon, Edward. And you too, David." Robert said, taking leave of the Reichswalds.
"We should head home too," advised the father, and the pair walked towards the tent housing the portal home.
"Wait... Does that mean you'll sleep at my apartment tonight? Or me to yours?" David asked.
"Unfortunately not," Edward regretted. "Traveling back to the outside world brings you back to the entrance you used. So, Boston for you, Dubai for me. By the way, don't be stupid, like your dad in his youth, and don't use a door in a public area."
"I'm starting to feel like I don't know half of the things about my dad."
"Oh, if you only knew." Edward Reichswald chuckled, as father and son eventually arrived at their destination.
"See you soon, Edward. See you soon, David" a female employee greeted mechanically as they walked past her.
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"Six one-player games, four two-player games, which makes 14 patrons served in total. Not bad for a test drive, wouldn't you say?" GM-29 asked Kyle. The bunny did not react, or rather he did not register he was asked a question. He was breathing heavily, eyes staring emptily right in front of him. His ass hurt; his throat hurt; his balls hurt. He wanted to leave this seat, he wanted to be back home, watching TV shows with his girlfriend. Nonetheless, the gorilla continued to read his humiliating report out loud. "Evaluations are... Mixed, to say the least. Only three positives, eight neutrals, and three negatives. I guess that the negative ones came from the last players. You really look dead-beat, BM-85." the primate mocked his new coworker. Raspy breathing was the only answer which came from the bunny.
"Don't worry, though, Management will have you work on your stamina. Cumming more than 10 times a day will soon feel like a breeze for you. But for now, back to the trolley, and then, to the rest area."
GM-29 unshackled Kyle and removed him from the machine. He had to do it slow, because each time the ape pulled the bunny's cock back from the tube, the rodent trashed and moaned as his overused sensitive penis grazed against the tube's lining. He managed to pull the still throbbing dick out eventually, and put the golden rabbit back on the trolley.
Kyle's consciousness switched back and forth on the way towards the rest area. The travel allowed him to recover enough strength to have coherent thoughts just as the trolley arrived at a large prefabricated building. GM-29 rolled inside with his charge, allowing Kyle to discover what awaited him inside.
The building was compartmentalized into a multitude of small cubicles, as large as a restroom stall. None of them had doors. The floor of each space was made of the same, rubbery matter. It had two holes on the floor for the legs, two holes on the side walls for the arms A hood hooked with tubes hanged from the ceiling. The only difference came from some rooms having a cup-like depression, allowing males to rest their balls on, and a small ridge for female-reserved stalls, which parted their lower lips apart as soon as they were set up.
GM-29 stopped at a unoccupied male-adapted room, and delicately installed Kyle inside. The rabbit did not have the strength to fight anymore, and left his limbs being pushed down into the holes. "Rest well, BM-85. See you around." On these words, the ape fitted his new co-worker with the hood. Kyle was now completely blind and deaf. Even the air that was sent in his lungs through the mask smelled stale. After long minutes alone, Kyle felt some liquid reach his mouth. Was it some kind of energy drink. Because of his cut senses, it tasted so sweet that it was almost nauseous. But the more Kyle drink, the more relaxed he felt, and soon enough he felt himself starting to dose.
Is it my life from now on? Used then stored away like an object? Is this a nightmare? The tranquilizer progressively shut down Kyle's angst, letting him fall into a chemically addled sleep.