* * *

“Things are getting nice and frisky in the tidal pools, but let’s take a look over at the Carnival for a while, and see how our contestants are doing down there. As usual, our girls are moving slowly – normally, they could probably find a pylon in half an hour of searching, but they all keep spending time huddled under broken rides or crouching behind tent flaps trying to spot Saul coming after them.” The camera pans over a flash of flesh, as a naked Amy continues her flight. “Amy’s well in the lead, now. Her debt’s been covered by that first pylon, and if she can reach a second before she dies, things might turn out okay for her family. But will Saul find her…” The camera takes a long, slow pan away from Amy, revealing that no one is nearby. “Hm. Guess not. Wonder if anyone else is near the pylon…”

The courtyard at the pylon is empty, although there is a hint of blood from where Saul and Jasmine fought. After a moment, Sierra creeps out from one of the tents, quiet as a mouse. The young refugee is clearly suspicious of her good fortune, but risks crossing the sandy ground anyway. A moment later, she freezes, spotting the thin tripwire Saul has laid across the ground, almost invisible in the noonday sun. Carefully stepping over it, she approaches the pylon and lays her hand on it, then retreats as silently as she came. “Whew, there is one scared girl. I’d like to give her a reason to scream, gotta say. But she’s avoided Saul so far. I bet Vera’s going to wish she could say the same.”

The babe in question is nowhere near the pylon, creeping around the base of the old roller coaster. She sees something glitter up on the tracks, and frowns thoughtfully. Placing down her makeshift club, the athletic Russian begins to climb the scaffolding, pausing only long enough to scan the area behind her. After several minutes, she is near the top of the coaster, and reaches up to climb onto the tracks and study the golden object.

This proves to be a mistake. As Vera’s hands reach onto the tracks, a beefy black hand grabs her left arm and pulls roughly upwards. Vera’s cry of shock is accompanied by fast reactions, as she tries to slam her free hand into Saul’s chest. She manages to shove him off-balance for a moment, but he quickly recovers and pulls out his taser, jabbing it into her until she goes limp. “Oooh. Looks like Vera’s learning that all that glitters is not gold. On the bright side, Saul’s got to wait for her to wake up in order to get full dollars for killing her, so it looks like our dear Chinese traitor Ling has a good shot at finding the pylon. Where is she, anyway?”

The camera cuts to a darkened hall of mirrors. Ling’s reflection is in every mirror, as she stumbles through the shadows. Tears have streaked her cheeks, and thin new cuts have been added to her old bruises. Her bikini is attached, but thin lines of flesh can be seen through it. As Ling attempts to turn a corner, extremely slowly, she gives out a whimper as a thin red line appears across her shoulder, freezing in place as a single line of blood appears on her skin, coating a previously invisible wire. The camera flickers, showing that the hall of mirrors is filled with tiny, razor-sharp wires, scattered unpredictably through the area. Even as slowly as she is going, Ling is coming into contact with some of them, and she clearly has no idea how to escape. She backs carefully away from the wire, and changes direction again.

“Um. Never mind, she might be a while.”

Back at the roller coaster, Vera gradually wakes. She tries to rub at her aching head, but finds herself unable to move. Reality snaps back in as she tries to cranes her head. She has been tied with her wrists tight to her waist and her ankles together, and is lying naked on the tracks face-down, at the entrance to the ride. Two bars are tied across her neck and knees, and she can just see that they are hooked into wheels attached to the tracks. An uncomfortable pressure is in her pussy and she doesn’t have a clear view of her surroundings.

Saul steps up to her and kneels in front of her, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her to tilt her head back as best she could against the bar. He looks at her sweaty body with some admiration. “Ready for a little game, girl? If you can make it three laps, I let you go.” Vera spits angrily, catching him full in the face. Instead of getting angry, he just chuckles, standing and taking a step back. Walking over to the ride controls, he presses a button, and the electricity turns on.

Vera gasps and tries to squirm as it does, craning her neck to try and see what is happening. There is a wire running from the roller coaster’s cars along the track, clipped to the dildo that Saul has taped into Vera’s cunt, and it is not humming and buzzing. Vera feels her nipples go hard, and tries to focus. A moment later, however, she feels something else, as Saul presses another button. The cars start to move, slowing rolling forwards. And, her ankles attached to a short length of chain that ends at the back of the car, Vera begins to move as well. She bumps across the tracks, wincing as tiny splinters embed themselves in her breasts and face, and her jaw sets. She won’t give him the pleasure of a scream. Her legs go up behind her as the coaster starts to rise, and she shuts her eyes tightly. A moment later, the coaster stops, and she hears Saul’s cheerful cry of “Geronimo!”

And then the roller coaster is moving much, much faster, and Vera is bouncing hard against the wooden rails, her legs in agony as her body is whipped along behind the cars, the dildo in her pussy vibrating with painful speed and power. By the time she hits the bottom, the first scream is wrenched out of her. By the end of the first lap, she is a mass of bruises, as the cars slow to a halt, her face a mess of blood and her body covered in splinters and cuts. The cars slow, and begin to rise slowly once again, and Vera’s breath catches as she imagines a repeat of what was just done to her. She won’t scream. She won’t. She… the coaster rockets into motion for a second time, and Vera’s resolve shatters. She screams as she bounces down behind the car, screams as she flies along the tracks, the wheels forcing her to stay steady, preventing her from hitting an obstruction and ending her pain. Blood is trailing along behind her as her breasts begin to shred under the jagged wood pulled up on the previous journey, and her world collapses to a tunnel of pain. When it finally slows to a stop, she is weeping. When it begins again, she screams long before the cars reach their peak, begging at the top of her lungs for him to stop it, to let her die. Halfway through the final track, she passes out for a moment, coming to as she feels her body coming around the final bend. It’ll be over soon. Soon.

Saul presses another button, and the emergency brakes snap up, long poles designed to catch the underside of the roller coaster and bring it to a quicker halt. A pole comes between Vera’s knees, catches her in her pussy, and tears its way across her belly. She screams again as her organs spill out, torn to shreds on the track. The roller coaster rumbles to a halt, as the pipe shoves its way through her chest and shudders to a halt just below her neck.

Saul steps up to the girl, looking the six feet to the end of the ride. From above, she’s almost normal – the damage is only faintly visible. “Very close.” He says reassuringly. Then, with a laugh, he leaves to find his next prey.