Carnival in Venice

[sunset]

Venice. All I can say is wow! What magical city, any season, any time of the year. But the best time is during Carnival. We had been dreaming about it for so long, and finally, there we were.
It was a beautiful day, filled with color, sounds, and fragrances. People were wearing Venetian masks, there were clowns, and many laughing children. And lots of wonderful old buildings, too. It was the last day of Carnival, also known as “Mardi Gras,” and the party throughout the city was fantastic.
After spending the entire day sightseeing, we were exhausted. The best way to top the day off was a good dinner in a nice restaurant.
Nadia was so happy, and cute with her cheeks a bit red, perhaps from the wine, her green eyes laughing as she talked about the day.
I suddenly remembered something I’d read about, and I said to her “You know, I read an article on the Internet about the local Mardi Gras celebration. The article told about some of the crazy pranks that people play this night. Stripping tourists, for example...
Hearing these words, Nadia smiled. I knew that she, like myself, had secret fantasies about forced stripping.
“So we have to pay attention on our way back to the hotel,” she said.
“Yes, I think we’d better,” I replied.
After dinner we were walking along the narrow side streets, away from the crowds. This part of the city was so quiet, we could hear our footsteps as we meandered along the cobblestones. It was actually quite romantic, the ancient narrow streets and small footbridges, under the light of the nearly full moon.
The silence was broken by the sounds of laughter, coming from the corner in front of us. As we rounded the corner, we found ourselves in a small square. Another group of people was arriving at the same time, from the opposite direction.
They all wore Venetian masks above black clothing, and they were wrapped in dark cloaks. I thought perhaps they were returning from a party. Although I couldn’t be certain, I sensed that there were both men and women in the group.
I thought I could identify the males by the strange masks they wore, masks with very long noses. The women, I was certain, were the ones behind the masks shaped in the form of a butterfly. One other person, of indeterminate gender, wore the mask of a harlequin.
It was obvious by the slight stagger in their walks that they were drunk, so we moved on a little faster.
But they saw us, and we heard a voice from one of them. “Hey, look there! A young couple, no doubt very much in love!” he added editorially. “Maybe they’ve lost their way. We really must help them!”
“No, thank you,” I offered politely, trying not to betray my nervousness. “We’re almost back to our hotel.” I didn’t want them, nor Nadia, to sense my fear.
But they followed us, and withing seconds we found them on all sides as we tried to make our way along. Nadia and I were smiling, but growing increasingly worried.
The others were singing as they moved around us, switching positions, cutting in front of and behind us. Some were shouting, and they were throwing confetti. Suddenly they stopped, blocking our way. Everyone fell silent.
The Harlequin approached us, poking us gently with his walking stick. “So,” he began, betraying his gender as unmistakenly male, “it seems we have captured a young couple. They both look so sweet, and innocent!” He glanced at his companions. “What shall we do with them?
A female voice replied, “I think it’s a pity that their smooth, white skin is being hidden from the wonderful moon above us!” Laughter erupted from the others.
I’m not sure why, but I began to think of this woman as the Queen. “Well,” she went on, “let’s begin with this naughty girl.” Nadia’s eyes opened wide. “Bring her under this streetlamp, so we can see her better.”
Two of the figures took Nadia by the arms, dragging her to the lamp. At the same time, two others took a firm hold of my own arms. Their grips were strong, though not painful. But when I struggled, they squeezed harder. I decided that I would be patient.
Nadia was suddenly very afraid. “What are you doing?” she shouted. “We weren’t bothering you! Are you drunk, or what?
Hearing Nadia’s words, I made my own feeble protest. “Why are you doing this? Let me go at once!”
But they ignored our words, our pleas. Nadia was being held under the lamp by two men. She was struggling hopelessly against their grasp.
The Queen stood close to her. “My dear,” she said softly, “we don’t want to hurt you. We only desire a little show, and perhaps a bit of embarrassment from you. In fact, I hope to see your face glowing red very soon. I’ll very much enjoy that!”
And with those words, she began to lower the zipper of Nadia’s jacket. She soon pulled it from Nadia’s body and tossed it carelessly onto the ground.
Nadia was growing angrier by the second. “Stop!” she shouted. “What are you doing? Don’t touch me! Let me go!”
But the Queen was committed to the task at home, and proceeded with removing Nadia’s jumper, lifting it over her head.
I was also growing angry, although I tried to keep that anger in check. “Please leave my girlfriend alone. We’ll give you money, but please don’t touch her.”
One of my guardians whispered menacingly to me, “Be quiet. We’re not going to rape your girlfriend, we’re not going to hurt her at all. We just like playing our prank, so we’ll only be stripping her naked.” Then, a moment later, “Both of you.”
Hearing these words, suddenly a mix of sensations were whirling in my mind. I don’t know why, but I believed him. I remembered the article I’d read earlier on the Internet, and suddenly my fear was replaced by excitement.
Meanwhile, the Queen was on her knee, loosening the laces on Nadia’s shoes. Nadia was trying to kick her way free, but was unable to do so. A moment later, her shoes were atop the growing pile of clothes, quickly followed by her socks.
Her bare feet now stood on the cold stones of the street, and she was pleading even more effusively. “Please stop this prank. My feet are cold.” To me, “Paolo, please do something!”
Then I heard my voice saying “Nadia, be quiet. I don’t think they want to hurt us. They’re drunk, and it’s nothing but a Carnival prank.”
The Queen was working with Nadia’s trousers now, undoing the belt and pulling them down. Perhaps my words had calmed her, or maybe she was just going into shock. But Nadia had fallen silent as I saw her trousers down to her knees, exposing to all her frilly white panties.
Very slowly the Queen unbuttoned her shirt, until her bra became visible. Nadia, so petite, so attractive, with her underwear boldly on display. I looked into her silent, pleading eyes, I thought about her embarrassment, and I found myself becoming quite aroused. I could feeling my face turning red as I became increasingly aware of my hardening penis.
The Queen put her hands behind Nadia’s back and unfastened her bra. She tossed the bra onto the growing pile of clothing, and stepped back to take a look.
“What small breasts you have, Sweetie,” she laughed. You look like a little girl. And what erect nipples! Is it from the cold?”
Nadia, her face turning very red, didn’t answer. Instead she turned her head, trying not to face her tormenters.
“And now, your last vestiment. “I’ll bet everyone here wants to know if you’re a real blond, and we’re about to find out!”
She placed her fingers around Nadia’s hips and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She waited for what seemed an eternity, then pulled them down, leaving them for a bit on Nadia’s knees. The lamp above clearly illuminated Nadia’s pussy, and also her lips.
My penis was pushing firmly against the inside of my trousers. I loved the shade of red her face had turned, and I hoped that somehow, she was enjoying the moment, too.
Pulling Nadia’s panties over her feet, leaving her as bare as the day she was born, the Queen said “You look so sweet, my dear, like a nymph in the forest. But now we want to see your puffy bottom. And I think my friend here wants to see it, as well,” she added, pointing toward me.
Her guardians turned her around, and we admired her naked back, her wonderful bottom, her puffy white cheeks. All this under the light of the lamp, which seemed another moon.
The Harlequin approached Nadia then, and began to stroke her bottom with his stick. He spanked her with light strokes, not so much to inflict pain, as to increase her humiliation. Poor Nadia was sobbing softly, and I felt guilty for enjoying her situation, but not so guilty that my penis didn’t remain as hard as I could ever remember.
The Queen broke the silence of the arousing moment when she said “Okay, enough. Take her over there.” A silent and humiliated Nadia was taken aside, and the Queen looked toward me.
“What did you think, young man?” she queried. “That we only wanted to strip the young lady? No, we would also like to see your little pee pee now.” To the others, she said “Please bring him here.”
And my moment had come, under the same lamp, held before the Queen by two men.
“Well, my young friend. Did you enjoy the show put on by your girlfriend?” My eyes involuntarily turned toward Nadia. “Now it’s time for you to offer the same to us,” said the Queen. She grabbed my jacket and had it off me in an instant. Then she had her hands under my jumper, and soon it was gone as well.
She looked directly into my eyes, and I could smell her scent. My shirt followed the same destiny, along with my undershirt, and with my stomach bare, I began to tremble a bit.
A smile appeared on her face when she lowered herself to her knees and began undoing my belt. My penis felt so hard, and I didn’t want to show it to the others. But the Queen was already taking down my trousers, and my black underwear was visible.
My boots were next, then my socks, and finally my trousers. The ground was wet and cold, and I was standing there in nothing but my boxers. I felt her fingers grabbing my underwear, and slowly pull them down.
First my pubic hair came into view, then my penis in all its glory. I’d never felt so exposed in all my life. The Queen noticed my erection, and how could she miss it? “See?” she laughed, “this guy likes showing us his little pee pee!”
I prayed she wouldn’t touch me there. I was about to cum, and to do so before all these witnesses would be to humiliating to bear. Trying to distract myself, I glanced over at Nadia. Like everyone else, her eyes were focused on my hard penis. I was so embarrassed that she could see how aroused I was, given the circumstances.
Luckily, the Queen ordered my spanking then, so the men turned me around, offering my bottom to everyone’s eyes. It was my turn to receive some strokes from the Harlequin. The strokes were not too firm, though not as gentle as those given to Nadia had been.
“Very good,” praised the Queen. “And now, a souvenir picture”
So once again I was turned to face them, and Nadia was placed beside me. The Harlequin snapped photo after photo of us with a high quality digital camera. Our embarrassment was compounded by the knowledge that our nude images would almost certainly wind up on the Internet.
Then, without warning, the Queen clapped her hands, and the men holding us released us at once. We stood there, motionless, both shocked and humiliated, while the group was again laughing and singing as they left the square.
As she was leaving, the Queen turned toward us and offered a parting comment. “Thank you for the arousing moments, youngsters. We loved your embarrassing reactions.” Then she reminded us that “Everyone who has the Internet will soon be able to see your naked bodies on our site. Search for ‘The Knights of Shame,’” she added as she disappeared around the corner.
Alone again, we quickly dressed and went to our hotel.
Some time after our travel in Venice, when we were back home, we were surfing the Internet. We decided to search for “The Knights of Shame. We found the site, and we also found our pictures. In case you, the reader, should come across this Website, you can be assured that Nadia and I can both be found there. But I’ll never tell you which ones we are!

[Xirix7]

SO ironic that I have had this exact same fantasy after I went to a festival with my girlfriend who was in Europe for a year of foreign exchange. Same exact plot: a gang of men and women corner us and strip us for the sole purpose of humiliating us, including the queen implying I was to be stripped to show to the other gang members how pathetic I was "as a man". Any my girlfriend was not only stripped but also groped and partly fingered. I was given a hand job to allow laughter over my being humiliated as my girlfriend was humiliated over another woman pleasuring me, and I was humiliated over another man fully enjoying her tits and yet another man running his fingers along the outer edges of her labia.

Then as this fantasy progressed during my masturbation time, I added another level of humiliation to it, but including a couple my girl and I knew from IRL, where we were Platonic friends of theirs, and the gang made us share 69 in front of them, but with one another's incorrect partners.