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Post by darknight on Dec 27, 2009 23:07:36 GMT -4
Not seeing any choice, I did as she said. As wqe walked I glanced around nervously. I always thought people who considered clowns creepy or scary to be crazy; now I could understand the feeling, as the clown on the sreet were staring at me. ***** Jerrie giggled as Chuckles covered her face with pink greasepaint, then covered her eyes with white and painted a white muzzle around her mouth. "The makeup," she asked, "does it always tingle like this?"
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Post by darknight on Dec 27, 2009 23:09:01 GMT -4
((BTW Hugo, is that Vincent Price or Walt Disney you've got for an icon?))
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 27, 2009 23:14:31 GMT -4
The clowns on the street whispered to each other, some giggling, some simple staring. It was very unnerving. "Here we are" she said as she unlocked the door to what appeared to be an apartment complex.
"In you go."
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"Well, it's a special blend. Tingles are a side effect, but i am sure you'll agree, a pleasant one" he chuckled as he brushed a finger across her cheek and grinned as the makeup didn't budge an inch.
((Vincent Price. Good Eyes, my friend))
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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 0:24:56 GMT -4
We walk in, and can't believe my eyes. The room looks like some really weird B&M dungeon-except everything's very colorful-the walls are pink, a rack off to the side is in polka dots and looks like it was made of balloons, and even a group of shackles is in candy-cane stripes. "What's going on?" I ask-and see her unhooking a pink and white coiled whip from her hip. ***** Jerrie giggled again as Chuckles shaded her lips light blue and painted a black smile inside her muzzle-and felt her mouth stretch into a genunine smile. "Hee hee," she said. "I feel funny."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 0:34:41 GMT -4
"I'm having fun with a lost stranger" giggled the clown as she cracked the whip, ripping the sound through the air.
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"You've no idea..." he chuckled as he took out a box. "Now, what color hair do you want, for your clowny look"
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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 13:51:22 GMT -4
"Look," I say, "I'm not really into B&M. And I have a girlfriend." ****** After giggling a couple seconds, Jerrie says, "How about bright red. And give it a bushy afro look too, to show off my earrings."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 15:35:30 GMT -4
"Oh, Where is she? I didn't see here anywhere!" she chuckled
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"Sure thing, my dear" he said. He opened the box, and inside was an odd array of colored dust. He took a pinch of the red stuff and sprinkled it on her hair, causing her scalp to tingle quite strongly.
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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 15:55:06 GMT -4
"She's in the real-I mean,-I thought I was going to the bathroom-," the whip struck my shirt, and suddenly it was gone-"and somehow I landed in this fruitcake world!" The whip struck again, causing my pants to disappear. I was now alone with a deranged female dominatrix clown in a warped B&M dungeon, and clad only in my boxers and my shoes. ***** "Oh my!" squealed Jerrie as she watched her hair go from honey blond to fire-engine red, with silvery highlights-then curl up into a kinky, disco style afro. "But wait a minute," Jerrie said as she touched her nose, "didn't we forget something?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 16:07:51 GMT -4
"I like newcomers. they are so easy to tease..." she giggled as she put the whip back on her belt. "Now what should I do with you...
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"Ah, top drawer on the left, open it, my dear..." he giggled.
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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 18:03:47 GMT -4
As she put the whip on her belt, four more clown girls came out-each of them looking like her, both sensual and silly at the same time. ***** Jerrie opened the drawer Chuckles mentioned. Inside was a varied assortment of different clown noses. She giggled as pick one out-a little bigger than a golf ball and a shinier red then her hair. "Oh wow!" she said as she placed it over her real nose, and felt it tingle. She let go and the nose stayed in place, without any glue or string. "I just love it!" she exclaimed as she looked in the mirror. "But my clothes are all wrong now."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 18:32:01 GMT -4
"So, girls, what should we do with our new friend?"
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"Indeed they are, my dear. Come with me"
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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 18:55:41 GMT -4
One of the girls who looked like a female hobo-she even had the painted on beard, although her big eyelashes, red cupid's bow mouth, and full lush figure showed she was definetly female-held up what looked like a perfume bottle, and squeezed. A pinkish, cotton-candlt-scented mist enveloped around me, then disappeared-and I couldn't move. "Let's put him on the rack!" she cried out. **** Chuckles led Jerrie over to another closet, and opened it. Inside was a wide array of frilly, colorful dresses, hats, and oversized shoes. "Oh it's all so pretty!" Jerrie squealed.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 19:18:06 GMT -4
"The Rack! What a charming idea" giggled the girl who brought you here.
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"Pick any one you'd like. This is sure to surprise your boy..." he giggled. 'if he's not surprised already' he then thought to himself.
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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 21:27:40 GMT -4
I can't move, but they can move me. Two of the clown women grab me by the wrists and drag me over to the rack I mentioned earlier. I just lay there, limp and helpless, as they shackle my wrists and ankles to the rack, and stretch my body tight. Just when I fear they will pull me apart, they stop turning the cranks. Then the other three walk up to me. I feel myslef sweating as they all stare and give malicious giggles. "What shall we make him into?" the hobo girl asks the one who brought me here. ***** "Oh, I really love this," says Jerrie as she takes out a puffy pink dress with white polka dots. "Oh it's gonna need this. And this. And this!" She pick up a fluffy white petticoat, a pair of blue and white striped socks, and pink bloomers. "And I just NEED these!" she cried as she held up a pair of red mary Janes with a yellow heart outlined on each toe.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 22:14:49 GMT -4
"I personally feel that Whiteface would be the way to go, what do you think, my friends..."
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He leads her to a dressing room that he has. "Here, put those clothes on"
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