A Clown’s Doll (Wave and MissLidia)

[WaveVelour]

In the absence of the big boss, the woman who was both his twisted lover and most loyal follower had been in charge of the operations. There was no way of knowing what the relentless clown prince was up to, but whatever he currently chased after, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his colorful girlfriend, or just another victim of his perverse jokes, rallied his crime gang. She was no saner than the big J. Madly in love with her boss in a way no one could really understand, she was in a sense hypnotized by his twisted charisma, feeling obliged to do whatever he commanded, no matter how immoral or perverted it might be. Being the second in command, lowly members of the clown gang asked no questions when they carried out her orders. Insane outlaws, immoral thugs and lowly criminals, they all formed the muscle of operations. And expandable crew of nameless goons, but also crazy enough to take orders from such a dangerous duo.

When the law enforcement was this corrupt, crime rate was high across the city. The clown gang didn’t care much about money, but they still needed funds to support their criminal activities. Latest plan to make some quick cash involved the kidnapping of a blameless lad, who was guilty of being a wealthy businessman’s daughter. However, not so blameless daughter of the mayor quickly replaced their target. The poor fool had been talking lowly about the clown lately. An admirable boldness coming from a pretty girl. She needed to be taught a good lesson about respect. Maybe her brave dad, the mayor could learn not to mess with the gang this way as well. Come to think of it, maybe the whole city should have witnessed the bitter regret of the mayor’s daughter. It would have made a good show.

Thanks to the boss’ silly but also remarkable plans, the deed had been already completed easily. This was only half of the scheme though, the rest was to collect the ransom money and put this talkative beauty in her place. Her father was already threatened with the life of her daughter if he were to try something funny. In the meantime, the kidnapped little princess needed to be just a good girl and cooperate with her wicked kidnappers. She was currently held in an abandoned factory in a dark corner of the city. A hidden hideout difficult to trace. The industrial building was big and cold. Dull walls and dusty floors. It definitely wasn’t a pleasant place to find oneself, which reflected the perilous situation of being kidnapped very well.

In a quite distressed way, the captive was tied up under a thick concrete column. Out of all things, both her arms and legs were tied with a string of Christmas lights that blinked in vibrant colors. A cheap piece of fabric was wrapped across her mouth to muffle her verbal protests. Although her kidnapping was a successful operation, the gang had encountered a slight issue during the ordeal. Mostly because of a member’s stupidity. It wasn’t important at this point, but still needed to be dealt with. Said thug was now before the woman in charge to account for his mistakes. The two were in a different room, but their discussion was still audible from the main hall.

“You’ve been bad!” A high pitch voice rang in the desolate place.

“Harley, no one told me there’ll be extra guards.” The thug protested against the accusation.

“You silly fools ain’t smart! Mama spanks!” Harley claimed. A few loud bangs came from the room after her exclamation. Despite the crazy woman’s claim, it sounded much harsher than just a strict palm dropping on one’s butt. Painful grunts of the man accompanied the woman’s punishment.

After she was done with the man, Harley returned to the hall. Skipping across the floor like a schoolgirl who just got out of a boring class. An ornate baseball bat she swirled in the air, gaving away the source of the previous bangs. She certainly didn’t share the serious looks of a regular mobster. Quite the opposite, she was a pretty colorful woman. Maybe she wanted to cause a distraction by her skimpy looks, or just liked to wander around like a slutty entertainer. Her fit, long legs were in fishnet tights. Through the gaps, several tattoos present on her thighs were visible. Tight shorts defined her shapely bum very well. Sequins on the fabric sparked invitingly around her hips, one cheek pink, other blue. A crop top exposed her flat belly. Two pigtails swayed next to her painted face as she energetically walked towards her cute captive, , ready to start her education.

 

[MissLidia]

Becky didn't know how she'd ended up here. All she knew, is that this was the standard scenario. She was the daughter to a wealthy man, an influencial man even, so she was prey for villains. Not brave enough ro rob a bank anymore, or maybe not even capable at all, they largely thrived on ransom to make their sad living.

Becky knew this from an early age, but had always been lucky enough to avoid it. Well, not anymore appearantly. To make matters worsr, she was in the hands of the lunatics. Becky didn't think much of them, very littlenin fact. But to actually resort to this low of methods...sad...it probably meant the downfall of their era had come.

Seeing the idiotic woman finally approach her, Becky felt a wave of fear, which she quickly put aside to keep up a straight face. "You know he'll pay, just send the message and lets get it over with." She snarled and looked away from the supposedly dangerous woman. The less she had to interract with her the better.

 

[WaveVelour]

Current lacking justice system of the shady city was making the life pretty difficult for its populous residents. It almost seemed like a new gang popped into existence every day across the impure streets. The people had to suffer through kidnapping, theft and countless other crimes. It was all a bit more difficult for people of fame. Those wealthy individuals who lived so large were quick to be targeted by crime organizations. Falling victim to maybe the worst, the most insane gang, Becky had a lot to concern herself. Not only about her wellbeing, but her pride as well. Although coming from a wealthy family, her unpleasant kidnapping was less about money, and more about the daring interviews she so boldly gave on TV.

Her athletic form casting a curvy shadow on the abductee, the energetic clown looked down at the girl, who didn’t carried the obvious hints of dread. It was perhaps a mask she had worn to make herself look tougher than what she really was. This was hardly the first time the gang had kidnapped someone, though they all displayed different traits. Soon, this one too would show her true colors, while displaying an intimate side of herself, a private side she could have preferred to have covered.

“Listen doll~” The woman’s annoyingly high pitch voice broke the silence. Harley bent down to draw herself closer to her captive, the colorful fabric of her shorts stretching around her shapely hips and offering a dangerously tempting view from behind. “Don’t know anything about daddy, but you’ll be paying for sure!” The crazy looking clown claimed. She was indeed intended to a send a message, but not to her rich father, but to the whole city. A perverted message about what happens to those who messes with her. Holding her bat firmly in her hand, Harley pressed it blunt tip against the young woman’s chest, lightly crushing one breast.

While she attended her guest, some goons wandered in the background, seemingly carrying some commercial equipment. One of them called out to the acting leader of the gang. “Hey boss! Where will we put this?” The burly man asked, holding a tripod on his shoulder.

One polished finger pointed at an empty spot in the large hall. “Right there sweaty. Right in the corner!” Harley nodded, her pigtails swinging with the motion. She straightened her back and held her funny bat sideways behind herself to lean her head against it. Her flexible form was decently shaped, giving her a tempting look with that striking outfit. This was certainly a dangerous temptation though. While her own sparkled daringly, the twisted woman checked her guest’s outfit. “Hmm…” She squinted her blue eyes at the girl.

 

[MissLidia]

Becky felt a wave of naussea come up, not only was she being held captive, she had to go through the entire; "Look how bad I am" routine. Rolling her eyes, Becky nodded and noticed that Harley did actually lean her head against the bat as she was portrayed so often.

Some goons in the back setting up some torture device probably, only used to threaten her and her father. Becky could only sit and wait, watch as the woman was enjoying herself greatly. Was this seriously so amazing to these goons? Was this what they lived for?

"For fuck sake...you want me to cry? Oh please...please miss clown fuck...please let me go." Becky hissed irritated Harley stood there frozen.

 

[WaveVelour]

Assumedly sarcastic mood of her ransom material didn’t impress the clown. Those daring statements had been the main reason for the young woman’s presence at this desolate place in the first place. She indeed sounded like someone who needed to be put in her place. A task her wicked captor enjoyed to perform as well. “Hmm, I don’t like your behavior Missy…” Harley expressed her feelings. While her men plugged some random cables at the back, she was thinking about different kind of plugs to use on her newest victim.

“Hey boss?” Another member of her insane gang interrupted her conversation with Becky, showing a bulky camera to the lady in charge.

“Where do you think?!” The attractive clown scolded the guy. Soon, said thug heading towards the tripod he placed earlier to attach the camera to its obvious spot. Her bright eyes once again glanced at the immobilized woman. “Your clothing ain’ no good either!” Harley judged the girl’s appearance. “Too serious.” She continued. With that, the clown sunk to her knees to join her captive on the floor. Her digits moved fast and undo the girl’s bottom, quickly discarding it to reveal what lay underneath.

 

[MissLidia]

Kicking and struggling showed to do little for Becky. With her trousers down before she really had a clue, Becky was red and furious as the clown kept her eyes staring at the casual black thong she was wearing. Calvin Klein branded of course, a white band on the top showing that off.

Becky snarled at the clown again. "What the fuck!? She shouted now realising she was judging her clothing and about to take it off. "Fuck off! I don't want to be a weirdo just like you!"

 

[WaveVelour]

While the mischievous clown pulled the woman’s pants off her legs to reveal her choice of underwear for the day, her goons continued to prepare a little stage in front of the recently put camera. “Oh, you bozos will ruin my surprise!” Harley complained about her men. She grabbed a fistful of Becky’s hair to pull the now pantless girl up to her feet. “Come one sista’. Let’s get some privacy.” The clown yanked on her victim’s hair, leading her to a room inside the main hall. The goons were used to the teasing outfits of Harley. Now though, there was a new pair of butt cheeks among them. They paused whatever they were doing for a moment to check on the new girl, staring at Becky’s rich buttocks as the clown walked the girl. The delightful view of the rich girl’s hips didn’t last long though as the blonde closed the door shut behind her.

The room wasn’t very big, and simply furnished. A wooden desk and a few chairs, it was much like a small office room in this abandoned factory. Since her victim’s hands were bound behind her back, it wasn’t much of a hustle to lead the girl, although the clown princess wasn’t a physically imposing gangster. “Now…” Harley began to explain. She pushed on her captive’s shoulders and shoved her down, bending the girl over the desk in a quite compromising position. “We need to practice.” Her tight hips pressed against the woman’s behind her. “Tell me how big of a slut you are!” She put her ornate bat on the desk.

 

[MissLidia]

Becky wasn't aware of what was this surprise...somehow she was scared by that. Aside from the woman being rough with her and Becky trashing to catch up in this painful and difficult position, she kept wondering about what this surprise was. If she wasn't in her thong already, Becky wouldn't have been so worried, thruth was, whatever this clown had planned, it made her more vulnurable in her undies.

"Uuugh!" Becky groaned as her stomach bounced into the desk, her well develloped breasts squished on the wood. To make things worse, she felt the clown position herself in a perverted stance behind her. "You? I bet you must be the biggest cock guzzling weirdo. For fuck sake, you must swallow confetti if your phsyco of a Joker told you to. Sad...portraying your problems on me like he did with you." Becky intended to say, whether she would get to finish her sentence was to be seen. But so far, Harley seemed to allow Becky to at least SPEAK freely.

 

[WaveVelour]

Her victim’s lack of panties should have been enough to tell the girl that this was no ordinary kidnapping. In time, she was going to lose a lot more though. “What, you’re a psychologist now Missy?” The clown asked, grinding herself against Becky’s bent hips in a rhythmic pattern. She didn’t feel the need of mentioning the sarcasm of her previous profession in the asylum, before she got crazy. To have a better look at the woman’s bottom, she took a step back. “Ya know, ya look a lot thinner on telly.” Harley claimed. Her little fingers tucked into the girl’s panties, she unceremoniously yanked the undergarment down to expose Becky’s bare cheeks.

“Have a foul mouth too!” She didn’t waste much time exploring the curvature of her victim’s backside. One of her hands swiftly swung at her lippy captive’s rear, digits grasping a cheek, polished nails digging into her skin. It was obvious this gal wasn’t willing to cooperate. Perhaps, she needed a little training before getting on the stage. Harley reached for a drawer under the desk, opening it with a creak. Her body once against leaned against the girl’s bared hips. Cheerfully humming a song, the twisted clown pulled a green dildo out of the drawer. She put it on the desk, next to her victim. “Now, what is your color?” Another rubber cock followed next. This one was blue. She grabbed the girl from her hair, firmly pulling her head back to check her eye color. A third, dark dildo was brought to the table, a bit thicker than the others.

 

[MissLidia]

Well...shit! Becky had run out of steam, not so much because she was scared of the clown. More, well, scared for her virginity. The clown seemed to be aiming for a spot where Becky was indeed vulnurable, but aside from that, she seemed to be very into it. The grinding, the way the clown's body seemed to constantly contact hers...it wasn't the slap that hurt her the most, though thay stung like a bee, it was the realisation she'd literally be FUCKED up by this woman.

Deciding the dildo by the colour of her eyes seemed both fair and nutty to Becky, but she wouldn't try and challenge the blue colour Harley would find. Instead..."what...what if I was sorry?" She asked with a trembling bottem lip as she looked slightly up with her cute blue eyes.

 

[WaveVelour]

Considering the clown’s pretty close relations with a certain redhead, it was no secret that she enjoyed the company of both men and women. Besides, Becky seemed to be an attractive gal, certainly someone Harley wouldn’t mind getting intimate with. In fact, pressing her hips against the fine butt she had before her had caused a wet spot to form on her shorts. The girl sure sounded like a little brat though, someone to be tamed first. “Hmm…” The clown’s little fingers closed around the blue dildo. Her glances shuttled between the girl’s cute eyes and the rubber toy. “I think this one and you will go well together.” Her odd humor spoke. One by one, she grabbed the other dildos, tossing them back over her shoulder.

“Mmm~ mm~ mmm…” The blonde hummed. This time, her little digits held her own shorts. With a little dance, the crazy woman lowered the colorful garment. She didn’t wear any undergarment, so it left her pussy bare. As she threw it, her shiny shorts flew over Becky and glided down on the floor in front of the girl. From a second drawer, the clown picked another accessory. Her hips stopped touching the girl. A harness slowly pulled up her legs. Straps that ran around her waist and over her round cheeks secured the harness to the clown. While she attached the dildo of her choice to her front, she gave another slap to her victim’s cute rear.

“Oh, this ain’t the time to say sorry!” She suggested. In her twisted mind, ripping those apologetic words while she fucked the girl was more fun. Holding the cock that matched the girl’s expressive blue eyes nicely, the clown aligned the tip of the toy with Becky’s exposed womanhood. She didn’t let it slide in yet though. Instead, it was her fingers what she placed over the girl’s slit. Moving her digits up and down, Harley began to stroke her victim’s pussy, rubbing her lower lips up and down. “Ya know…” The clown began to speak again as her soft digits explored her victim’s sex.