Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 27 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Hunt and Target.

Ding! Clunk! Zzzip! Bonk!

The air was abuzz with the exuberant sounds of the carnival stalls and rides and the lively chatter of the crowds. The vibrant colourful displays were enthralling against the night sky. Half the town was in attendance.

The event was co-ordinated and run in part by some of the local college’s sororities and fraternities, in collaboration with the carnival owners. It was an annual tradition, with half the proceeds going to charity.

This was my first time at the event so I was excited to try out the many attractions. Which was why I was very disappointed to find myself standing inside a stall lined with plastic clown heads, being lectured by the Sigma Upsilon Beta president Emily.

“Nina, are you paying attention? This year I really want to break the record for money raised. So I expect you to give it your all.”

“But-”

“No buts! Get selling. Maybe try leaning over the edge and showing off your boobs. That oughta get some of the boys interested~”

She gave my butt a pat and left with a grin. I looked affronted and crossed my hands above my chest, more out of principle than any genuine offense. In truth I had intentionally chosen to wear the tight pink T-shirt and denim booty shorts in hopes of showing off and drawing some attention. That was never going to happen while I was stuck running this stand all night.

Water squirted out from the water pistols attached to the stall, slowly inflating the balloons attached to their clown head targets. These teenage boys weren’t doing very well. Their aim was drifting too far right. All of them in fact...

“Now!”

“Pffftbbleaghhh!!”

All three streams simultaneously pivoted and sprayed right at me. I was blasted with water focused on my mouth, my chest and my crotch. I was pinned to the corner of the stall, as the only direction I could move would be closer to the pistols. As I lunged through the torrent, the three boys darted away out my reach. They snickered and jeered, high-fiving their friends and sprinting away.

That was it. I was taking the opportunity to have fun for myself, not get hosed down for someone else’s enjoyment. I waited for my clothes to sufficiently dry, pulled down the stall’s barrier, and slipped out for a sneaky trip around the carnival. Emily would be far too busy to notice.

This was more like it. The attractions were all pure joy and nostalgia. I tried the ring toss, the bumper cars, the test-your-strength hammer, a whirl on the teacups ride.

I was wandering along enjoying a big stick of candy floss, when I spotted a pair of Delta Omicron Mu fraternity brothers. And they spotted me. They pointed and started sprinting right at me. I’d pushed my luck too far and got found out. I turned to run and saw another pair approaching from the other direction.

They were all closing in on me. I quickly ducked inside the building right in front of me, ignoring the yell of the sorority sister selling tickets for it. It was a house of mirrors. I hurried past several warped panes of glass, my already plenty curvy butt and chest becoming even more exaggerated in their reflection.

I reached the back section, a maze of flat mirrors. A multitude of my copies appeared and disappeared as I slipped by. Red and black hoodies flickered into view on them. The frat brothers were close behind me.

I got an idea, something I’d always wanted to do. I positioned myself carefully, waited until they approached just close enough...

The squad was suddenly surrounded by a hundred identical reflections of my taunting smile and teasing flaunting pose. My voice echoed around them.

“Hello there boys~ Trying to catch me? The problem now is which one is the real me? Am I over here? Or maybe I’m actually over here! Or maybe I- ahhh ow ow! Hey not so rough. Hmmmmph!”

Ok that didn’t work at all. They found me way too easily.

As they handgagged me, manhandled me and dragged me away, they informed me that Emily was very unhappy with me. She a special new job in mind, just for me.

"Evening gentlemen. Care to give the Dunk Tank a try? It’s two dollars a ball or five dollars for three. Hit one of the targets and win a big prize!”

Inside the tank, I sat on a small plastic seat above the water. I was stripped almost naked, sitting in just my lacy purple panties. I picked them out earlier hoping they’d be enjoyed tonight by one other person at most, maybe someone who wooed me by winning me a giant teddy bear. Not put on display for everyone.

I wasn’t strictly topless. Each of my boobs had been plastered with a large circular sticker with classic red and white targets. Despite my deep embarrassment over them, it was the third target I was really frustrated by. A massive red ballgag was strapped tightly into my mouth, the portion visible between my lips painted with white concentric circles to match the others. Emily argued that she had to use her very biggest ballgag to ensure that it was a fair-sized target. Her smirk at me afterwards suggested it wasn’t the only reason.

I had not been a particularly willing participant in this new role, which was why my ankles, knees, wrists and elbows were strictly bound with thin rope. I struggled lightly about on my seat. I couldn’t throw my weight behind it since then I’d just fall off into the water.

splat! splat!

Falling in was still a possibility. Small balls of paint struck the backboard around me. Guys and girls were throwing the purchased paint pellets trying to hit my breasts or my gag, with many others waiting their turn. They were far away enough that landing a shot was a challenge, but the sheer quantity meant many came close.

splat! splat! splat! splat!

“Mmmph! Mmmhhh!”

One hit my shoulder. One hit my thigh. One hit my stomach. One splatted against my cheek, getting very close. I was gradually getting covered with multicoloured splotches.

I writhed about in distress, twitching every time another pellet hit. I tried to keep the targets moving and hard-to-hit but I wasn’t sure whether it actually helped or whether it was merely making my breasts bounce. That, my gyrating nearly-naked figure and my constant mewling moans was generating a lot of audience interest.

splat!!

“Mph!”

My right breast was coated in a green splatter. Emily tugged a lever at the side of the tank. My seat instantly retracted and I plunged into the cold water below with a great splash.

“Mhhhhh!”

I butterfly kicked my bound legs to surface. It was shallow enough that I was only neck-deep if I stood up straight. The crowd applauded for the girl who’d landed the shot.

While she was claiming her prize, I was fished out of the tank by the other volunteers at this stand. Two frat brothers and a sorority sister scrubbed the paint off with sponges, then dried me off. They were unnecessarily thorough and vigorous with their scrubbing. And one of them kept foregoing the towel and ‘dried’ me by wiping me with his hand.

My annoyed gagged grunts were not acknowledged. Nor was my more frantic gagged pleading when I was lifted back up into the tank, onto the seat, ready to go through it all again. 

Emily was delightedly totting up the earnings for this single attraction when she got some bad news.

“How are we all out of paint pellets already? There’s still hours left of the carnival.”

“I guess it was just that popular.”

“Ah it was going so well. It’d be such a waste to just let Nina go now when everyone still wants to... Oh. I might have an idea. Get all the stickers we still have.”

Twenty minutes later I was standing beside Emily, still mostly naked, mostly bound, fully gagged. My ankle tie had been removed, but I was left very disappointed when it was the only removal. Now I nervously watched as Emily made an announcement to the curious observing crowd.

“Thank you all for your patience! We have a new game about to start that we are calling the Sub Chase. I’m sure you’ve all by now seen the lovely Nina, who will be the star of this event.”

“Mmmph!!”

“She says hi. So the aim of the game is to ‘make your mark’ as many times as possible. Anyone who signs up will be allocated a number. When you come up to our checkpoint desk here, you will be given a single sticker with your number on it.”

She held up a round sticker, not unlike those still covering my breasts, but single-colour with a large number 1 printed on it.

“With your sticker in hand, you must track down our lovely damsel wherever she may have run off to or hidden in the carnival. And make your mark like so...”

Emily suddenly grabbed my arm and turned me around. She pushed me so I slightly bent forward, and raised her other hand.

SMACK!

Emily slapped her hand hard against my ass, and when she pulled it back, the ‘1’ sticker was left stuck on my left buttcheek.

“Just like that, I got a point! When you’ve successfully applied your sticker, you may return to this desk and get another. Whoever has the most of their number sticking to our damsel’s nice round bottom by the end of the night wins.”

The crowd lit up with excitement. Many people immediately rushed forward to sign up.

“We’ll be giving the girl a ten-minute head start. When you do find her, be sure to smack that ass nice and hard to make sure it sticks~”

Just before Emily finally released me, she whispered in my ear.

“Good luck Nina. Next time do what I say.”

She pushed me forward. I looked back over the pack of eager participants, stickers in hand, just waiting for permission to be let loose, free to hunt me down.

With my knees still bound, I rapidly hobbled away, in a panic thinking of where I could go or what I could do. I passed by the many stalls, hearing their exuberant sounds and fearing the sound of my moans and spanked ass may soon be joining them.