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This story is a one shot that has been comissioned. I have the explicit agreement to share the story.
It features intense tickling, and reprogramming through hypnosis. It also features clowns.
All the characters in this story were created by TheDirtyMonkey who gave his agreement to use his work as a reference.
Veronica Sweet is the mother of Jack and Sarah, and her husband is Henry Sweet. Veronica for reference : https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4268361&tags=veronica_sweet+
Night was gently falling over the city, wrapping the streets in a cloak of orange light and warm breezes. A lively crowd wound its way between colorful stalls, drawn to the large red and gold tent that stood proudly in the center of the vacant lot, transformed for the occasion into a true fairground kingdom. Everywhere, strings of lights sparkled, casting dancing shadows on the trodden ground. The sweet scent of cotton candy and hot caramel wafted through the air, mingling with the saltier aromas of popcorn and roasted peanuts.
Amidst the crowd, the Sweet family walked at a leisurely pace, making their way between onlookers and street performers. Veronica Sweet, impeccably dressed as always, moved with the elegance of a woman who refused to let the slightest hint of disorder mar her appearance. Her fitted blonde blouse hugged her generous figure perfectly, each button stretched across her ample bosom revealing the firmness of her form. Her black pencil skirt, tight at the waist, drew a sensual line over her full hips before descending to mid-thigh, revealing the tempting curves of her legs sheathed in fine beige stockings. With each step, her black stiletto heels clicked on the ground, adding a touch of sophistication to her measured stride.
Despite the festive atmosphere, she wore a distant and slightly severe expression, her arms crossed under her generous bosom. Her lips, adorned with a deep red, were pursed in a barely veiled look of boredom. She wasn't particularly fond of circus outings, but Henry, her husband, had convinced her under the pretext that it would be a lovely family evening.
Beside her, Henry Sweet, her husband, appeared much more relaxed. Tall and well-built despite the age that was beginning to gently mark his features, he wore a much more casual outfit than his wife: simple jeans and a shirt rolled up at the forearms, revealing his still firm muscles. His warm smile contrasted with Veronica's reserve, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement at the idea of enjoying the show with his children.
Behind them, Sarah and Jack, their two children, followed with barely concealed excitement. Sarah, the eldest at seventeen, was a studious and slightly cynical teenager. She wore slim jeans and an oversized sweater, her chestnut hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she rolled her eyes at her brother's eager bouncing.
Jack, on the other hand, was a ten-year-old boy bursting with energy. His eyes sparkled at every stall they passed, his enthusiasm barely containable. He wore a brightly colored t-shirt and shorts, ready to run from one attraction to the next.
"Look, Mom! There's a man juggling fire!" Jack exclaimed, tugging on Veronica's sleeve. She raised an eyebrow, casting a brief glance at the juggler in a flashy costume who was tossing flaming torches into the air to the cheers of the crowd.
"That's impressive, but stay away from the fire, Jack," she replied in a neutral tone, before continuing on her way without really lingering.
Henry, however, slipped an arm around his wife's waist and whispered in her ear, "You could at least pretend to enjoy it, dear."
She gave him a sidelong glance, both amused and slightly annoyed. "I am enjoying it. I'd just enjoy a good glass of wine and a quiet evening more."
Henry chuckled softly, squeezing her waist a little tighter. "Come on, a little magic never hurt anyone. You'll see, the kids are having fun, and that's all that matters."
Veronica sighed but said nothing, allowing herself to be guided through the crowd.
Finally, after a few minutes of strolling between the stalls, they arrived in front of the imposing circus big top. The red curtains were raised, revealing the interior illuminated by dozens of colored spotlights. The ground was covered in sawdust, and rows of benches circled a large ring where the acts would take place.
"Hurry up, the show is about to start!" Jack exclaimed, tugging on Sarah's hand. They settled into well-placed seats near the stage. Henry put an arm around Veronica's shoulders, and she leaned back slightly against him, crossing her legs elegantly.
The show began quickly, and the acts followed one another to the cheers of the audience. Acrobats twirled through the air, clinging to trapezes with ethereal grace. Tamers made their lions roar, performing daring tricks. Magicians made doves and colored ribbons appear in an enchanting ballet.
Veronica, though not enthusiastic at first, had to admit that some of the acts were impressive. She applauded politely after each performance, even though her smile remained discreet.
Then, the lights dimmed slightly... A cheerful melody began to resonate under the big top, accompanied by joyful cymbals and offbeat trumpets. Children's laughter erupted from the audience as a dozen colorful figures burst onto the ring, leaping and twirling in all directions.
"Ooooh, this is going to be fun!" Jack exclaimed, clapping his hands. The clowns had entered the stage. Veronica, however, remained impassive.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, observing the grotesque characters with white-painted faces, red noses, and oversized shoes. She tensed slightly, her cold gaze following their exaggerated antics. One clown rolled on himself, letting out a ridiculous cry, while another pretended to trip over an imaginary banana peel.
The crowd laughed, especially the children, but Veronica remained stone-faced. Henry noticed her reaction and gave her an amused look.
"Oh no... Don't tell me you're one of those people who don't like clowns?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow, her red lips stretching into a sarcastic smile. "Let's just say I find them... irritating."
Henry shook his head with a laugh, but Veronica kept her arms crossed, still distant from the spectacle. The clowns continued their antics with boundless energy, rolling on the ground, chasing each other like mischievous children, throwing confetti and splashing the front rows with water from their plastic flowers. The audience laughed heartily, especially the children, transported by the colorful madness that reigned under the big top.
Veronica, however, remained frozen, still as stoic as ever. Sitting with impeccable posture, legs crossed, she never took her eyes off the stage, but not a single smile graced her made-up lips. She didn't flinch at the exaggerated clumsiness or the spectacular falls. Her face, smooth and impassive, starkly contrasted with the general euphoria.
And this detail did not go unnoticed. Chuckles, the leader of the clowns, suddenly stopped running and pivoted slightly, his lanky figure draped in a red and yellow striped costume standing still under the spotlight. His mischievous eyes scanned the stands until they rested on her.
A slow, cunning smile spread across his white-painted face. He tapped his chin exaggeratedly, as if thinking deeply. Then, he pointed a gloved finger at Veronica. The audience followed his gaze. A murmur of amusement rippled through the crowd.
Henry immediately turned his head to his wife, curious to see her reaction. Sarah and Jack stared at their mother with wide eyes. Veronica, for her part, was momentarily taken aback.
"Oh no..." she breathed, straightening her back slightly, her heels clicking nervously against the ground.
Chuckles spread his arms in a theatrical gesture before shouting, "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we have among us... a very serious lady!"
The audience burst into laughter. Veronica frowned slightly, her gaze quickly shifting from Chuckles to her husband. Henry already had a small smirk on his face, and his expression clearly showed that he found the situation delightfully amusing.
"Come on, dear, it's just a game!" he teased, his tone light.
Jack, visibly thrilled that the attention was on their family, began to clap vigorously. "Mom! Go for it, it'll be fun!"
Sarah, meanwhile, stifled a laugh behind her hand, half-amused, half-embarrassed for her mother. Veronica blinked, caught in a moment of hesitation.
"No, I don't think this is..." she began, but Chuckles' cheerful voice cut her off.
"Oh, my friends! Look how she hesitates! She REALLY wants to join us!"
The crowd laughed, clapped, and cheered. A uncomfortable warmth spread through Veronica's body. The attention was focused on her, and she felt her cheeks flush under her impeccable makeup. Her gaze fell on Henry, who raised his eyebrows with amusement, clearly not intending to save her from this situation.
"Come on, madam!" Chuckles insisted, approaching her with a bouncy step. "Don't be shy!"
Before she could protest further, two other clowns emerged from the sides of the stage and, with perfect timing, bounded toward her and gently grabbed her wrists.
"Wait, I— !"
Her heels clicked against the ground as she was gently but firmly "escorted" toward the stage. The laughter and applause grew louder.
Henry simply smiled as he watched her being led away, and Jack frantically clapped his hands, chanting, "GO MOM!"
Veronica walked stiffly, her tight pencil skirt slightly hindering her movements. She felt the moisture of her palms against her leather gloves, her heart beating a little faster with embarrassment.
Once on stage, Chuckles turned to the audience with a triumphant pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, here is our guest of honor! What is your name, dear lady?"
Veronica made a colossal effort to maintain her composure. "Veronica," she said sharply.
"Oooooooh, Veroooonicaaa!" Chuckles sang, bowing exaggeratedly. "Applaud our brave participant!"
The audience complied enthusiastically. She was trapped. In the center of the stage, an ordinary-looking wooden chair had been placed under the spotlights.
Chuckles pretended to pull an imaginary rope, and two clowns brought the chair to the center of the stage with exaggeratedly synchronized movements. Veronica eyed the furniture with suspicion.
"Come on, make yourself comfortable, Veronica. We have a little... game for you!"
A shiver ran down her spine. But, under the gaze of hundreds of spectators, she no longer had much choice. With measured slowness, she sat down, crossing her legs and lifting her chin in an attempt to maintain a semblance of dignity.
The wood beneath her was slightly rough, and the rigid posture of the chair did nothing to relax her tense muscles. She felt something brush against her wrists. Before she even realized what was happening, soft but firm ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
Her breath caught for a fraction of a second. "Oh, but what is...?"
She tugged slightly on her arms, but the pressure on her wrists was already quite present. She was tied up. And the audience was still laughing.
Chuckles happily tapped his hands together. "There! A real lady, all settled in!" He leaned toward her and added with a smirk, "Comfortable?"
Veronica gritted her teeth. "I suppose I don't have a choice."
Veronica was perfectly still, sitting on that wooden chair in the center of the ring. Her wrists tied to the armrests, her ankles bound in discreet but firm restraints, her legs instinctively crossed in a vain attempt to maintain a dignified posture. Her heart was beating faster than she would have liked, and the heat of the spotlights on her skin accentuated the feeling of being exposed, laid bare.
Around her, the circle of clowns tightened. Chuckles, in the front row, was twirling a feather between his white-painted fingers.
"Just to see if we can make you smile, madam!"
The phrase hung in the air, carried by a perfidious lightness that made Veronica shiver. The clowns knew exactly what they were doing.
She had always enjoyed being tickled. Too much, even. Henry knew exactly where to press to drive her crazy, he loved to make her laugh under his skillful fingers before plunging her into other forms of pleasure.
But here, in this context? Among these monsters with grotesque faces, in front of an entire audience waiting to see the dignified and strict Veronica Sweet lose her composure? No. She wouldn't accept that.
She opened her mouth to protest, but at the same moment, Chuckles slid the feather along her neck. A brutal shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers clenched on the armrests, and an electric tension stiffened her shoulders.
The audience saw her neck arch slightly under the caress. A murmur of amusement rippled through the crowd. Chuckles paused for just a moment, observing her face with mischievous curiosity.
Veronica clenched her jaw. "Hmmmm... Very interesting."
The clown nodded, and immediately, two other clowns sprang into action. One brushed his fingertips along her ribs, a mere touch. A spasm shot through her body. The other tapped lightly on her hips, a barely perceptible contact. Veronica barely flinched, but her body spoke for her.
She was incredibly responsive. Her wrists tugged at the restraints. Not to struggle, no. To escape the attack she knew was coming.
Chuckles laughed softly, a muffled laugh, as if savoring a secret joke. "Ooooh, she's ticklish!"
The crowd reacted immediately, laughter and applause echoing under the big top. The trap was closing in on her.
Veronica gritted her teeth, her red lipstick pinching under the effort. "Don't be ridiculous, this doesn't"
She was interrupted. This time, the feather slid under her chin. A small giggle escaped her despite herself.
She stopped abruptly, her eyes wide open, as if she herself did not understand where that sound came from.
Chuckles squinted his eyes exaggeratedly, tilted his head to the side, then put on a fake astonished look.
"Ooooh, my friends... Did you hear that?"
The audience laughed even louder.
The clowns exchanged knowing glances.
Veronica was now captive to the circus, an unwilling trophy on her wooden chair. Her chest rose slowly, trying to control her breath, but anticipation burned her skin. The clowns surrounded her, mischievous smiles stretching their faces painted white and red. The audience laughed, eager to see the scene unfold.
Chuckles, the leader of the troupe, spun around before placing his hands on his hips in a theatrical gesture.
"Hmmm... That's all very nice... But I think we're missing a VERY important detail!"
He raised a finger in the air, and two clowns instantly jumped to his sides.
"We cannot KNOW if our dear Veronica is really ticklish as long as she wears... THESE LITTLE THINGS!"
His arm stretched out, and his gloved finger pointed directly at Veronica's feet. The audience cheered. Veronica froze.
Her gaze slowly descended to her crossed feet, still locked in her black high-heeled pumps, perfectly matching her strict outfit.
She clenched her fists.
"No, wait, I don't think this is..."
But already, the two clowns were crouching on either side of the chair, their gloved hands sliding against her bound ankles.
Veronica shuddered at the contact, a nervous shiver running up her spine.
"Ohhh no, no, no..."
"Ohhh YESSS!" Chuckles sang with mock exuberance.
The clowns gently grasped her heels and slowly slid them off.
Slowly. Too slowly.
Veronica gritted her teeth, but she felt her breath catch as the cool air gradually caressed her now exposed feet.
Her heels were completely removed, revealing her feet perfectly encased in her sheer beige stockings, the silky fabric molding the curve of her arch and her slender toes.
The entire tent erupted in cheers and laughter. Veronica blushed violently under the spotlights.
She moved her feet slightly in the bonds, testing their freedom. But they were firmly held, her ankles securely fastened by discreet straps.
Chuckles knelt before her, tapped his chin exaggeratedly, then tilted his head to the side.
"Hmmmm..."
He brushed his finger against the arch of Veronica's foot, covered by the thin nylon.
She immediately flinched.
A slight spasm rippled through her legs, and her toes instinctively curled inside the fabric.
Chuckles widened his smile.
"Ooooooooh... This will be DIVINE!"
A soft, light feather slid along her heel, tracing an insidious path under the curve of her foot.
Veronica tensed immediately, her back arching slightly against the chair.
"Hhhmmnnn"
But she refused to laugh.
She breathed in deeply through her nose, her fingers clenched on the armrests.
But the clowns were not done.
"Come on, come on... Don't be shy, Veronica!" Chuckles teased.
A second feather landed on the delicate arch of her foot, caressing it with lazy movements. Her toes immediately curled up.
Her body moved instinctively, but she was completely trapped.
The fabric of her stockings made the sensation more diffuse, but it did not completely eliminate the shivers that each touch inflicted on her.
And as the feathers continued their lazy circles, two small brushes appeared.
Soft-bristled brushes that began to swirl under her toes.
This time, she couldn't suppress a violent jolt.
"Hhhmmhh!!"
Her feet trembled slightly, trying to escape the attack.
Her breath quickened.
The brushes slowly, slowly moved up the soles of her feet.
Then, they began to rub. Hard.
She burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHA! No! No!! Stop!!"
But the clowns had no intention of listening to her.
"OH BUT YESSS!" Chuckles exclaimed, spinning around with a triumphant laugh. "Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful Veronica is FINALLY having fun!"
The crowd reacted enthusiastically, applauding and laughing as Veronica struggled, her cheeks crimson, shaking with uncontrollable spasms.
"HAAAHAAAHAA! STOP AHAAHHAHAHA!!"
Her heels slid involuntarily against the wooden chair, her entire body vibrating under the ordeal.
The feathers still circled around her feet.
The brushes, meanwhile, intensified their pressure, rubbing faster, deeper.
And Veronica sank into laughter, unable to fight the sensory storm consuming her sensitive nerves.
Her stockings did not protect her. They were an illusory barrier, a transparent screen that amplified the ordeal instead of diminishing it.
She laughed without being able to stop, her torso shaking frantically, her hands clenched on the armrests in a desperate struggle against her own body.
It was humiliating. It was terribly good.
After several minutes of torture, the clowns finally slowed their attack.
Veronica remained panting, her head thrown back, her cheeks streaked with tears of laughter.
Her body still trembled with residual spasms.
Chuckles leaned over her, his smile wider than ever.
"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen!" he declared with jubilation. "We have finally found the highlight of our show!"
The crowd chanted her name.
The last echoes of laughter still resonated under the tent as the crowd began to disperse. The show was over, and Veronica Sweet tried to regain her composure, her cheeks still scarlet, her legs slightly trembling under her fitted skirt.
She had been the center of attention, the highlight of the clowns' show, and even though she tried to convince herself that it was just a game, something still troubled her.
She could still feel the ghosts of the feathers and brushes on her feet, tingling that refused to fade away.
Henry placed a hand on her waist, pulling her close with a complicit smile.
"You were incredible, honey. I've never seen you laugh so much."
Sarah giggled softly behind her glasses, while Jack jumped for joy.
"That was awesome! Mom, you should become a clown!"
Veronica narrowed her eyes, her murderous gaze immediately directed at her son.
"That, my dear, is totally out of the question."
Henry laughed, kissed her on the temple, then guided the family out of the tent, joining the throng of spectators leaving in the soft night.
The circus lanterns still shone, casting wavy shadows on the deserted stands.
They passed the shooting gallery, the wheel of fortune, the fairground games, until they reached the dusty parking lot where their car awaited.
Veronica was still slightly distracted, her skin inexplicably shivering, but she paid no attention to it.
She did not hear the soft footsteps behind her. She did not see the laughing figure approaching from behind. A gloved hand suddenly covered her mouth. A handkerchief soaked in a sweet perfume pressed against her nose.
She shuddered violently, her heels slipping on the gravel as a firm grip held her.
The world spun.
A muffled laugh, somewhere behind her.
"Oh no, Veronica... We couldn't let you go like that."
Her body grew heavy
.
The scent invaded her mind, her vision blurred, her last breath was a sigh between surprise and surrender.
The darkness had faded, replaced by a harsh, flickering light dancing under the tent canvas. A pungent smell of sawdust and makeup hung in the air. A strange tingling ran over her bare skin, and a chill bit into her flesh.
Veronica opened her eyes suddenly.
She took a deep breath, as if she had just surfaced from a plunge into an ocean of darkness.
But the air refused to fill her lungs properly.
Something was wrong.
She tried to move her arms. Nothing. She tried to close her legs. Impossible. Her heart raced. She was tied up.
Her body was no longer free, held in an indecent position on a hard, cold surface.
Her head thrown back, she blinked to adjust to the harsh lights blinding her.
Spotlights, suspended above her, cast their pale glow on the red and gold walls of the deserted tent.
She was still at the circus. But the audience was gone. And she was almost naked.
A new shiver ran over her bare skin, making her shudder despite herself.
Her blouse and skirt were gone.
All she had left were her sheer flesh-colored stockings, molding her long, shapely legs, and her black heels still clinging to her feet.
But that wasn't the worst. Her gaze slowly descended, and horror took her breath away.
Her ankles were imprisoned in massive wooden stocks, holding them apart, with no chance of escape. Her stockings had been carefully slit at the crotch. She was exposed, her intimacy laid bare.
A wave of heat and cold washed over her face, a surge of shame and fury coursing through her.
— "Oh my God..." she murmured, desperately pulling at her bonds. But the restraints were solid.
She was trapped, completely at the mercy of those who had kidnapped her.
Veronica gritted her teeth, her fists clenched, trying to suppress the panic rising within her.
A figure appeared in her field of vision.
Chuckles.
His tall, thin frame stood out under the spotlights.
He twirled a black feather between his gloved fingers, like an executioner savoring the moment before the execution.
"Ahhh, finally awake."
His voice was syrupy, almost sing-song.
He approached slowly, his oversized shoes creaking on the tent floor.
Behind him, other clowns emerged from the shadows.
Their eyes gleamed with a playful, mischievous light, their smiles stretched grotesquely under their white makeup.
Chuckles placed a hand on his own chin, tilting his head in a falsely thoughtful manner.
“Tell me, Veronica..."
He slid the feather along the wood of the stock, slowly, as if savoring the moment.
"Do you know what we do to women like you?"
She dared not ask the question.
Her wrists strained against her bonds.
Chuckles let the feather descend, descend... until it brushed the inside of her bare thigh.
Veronica jerked violently, her body arching.
Another clown snickered behind her.
Chuckles snickered too.
"We make them LAUGH."
Chuckles let those words hang in the air, like a dire omen.
Veronica twisted in her bonds, her stomach knotted with visceral anxiety. The humiliation of her situation was absolute. She was naked, exposed before these grotesque monsters. Her legs spread, her slit stockings revealing the intimacy she wanted to hide. And worse still... She could already feel the ghostly tickle waiting to come. Her throat tightened.
"Don't... Don't do this."
Her voice trembled. A plea, a murmur shaken by apprehension. Chuckles snickered and slowly raised the feather.
"Oh, my sweet Veronica... We haven't even started yet."
He signaled to the other clowns, and in an instant, they sprang into action. Veronica barely had time to breathe before the first touches attacked.
The first contacts were light. Feathers, fingers grazing her hips, lightly scratching her ribs.
Veronica immediately tensed, struggling to contain the wave rising within her.
"Mmmhhh... nn..."
She bit her lip, her wrists clenched, trying to stifle any sign of weakness.
The feathers slid up her ribs, brushing the hollows of her chest, slipping under her bare breasts.
Her nipples hardened instantly, an uncontrolled spasm twisting her torso.
A clown grabbed a soft brush and applied it to her stomach, spinning it in small circles.
An electric shock exploded in her body.
She suddenly giggled, a strangled laugh escaping her red lips.
"Hhhnnn Hhhaha... ahh no, no, please!"
Her hips lifted, her stomach writhing in a vain attempt to escape the infernal caresses.
But the clowns only redoubled their efforts.
Fingers slipped under her arms, exploring her armpits, tracing the contours of her tensed muscles.
Light claws climbed up her thighs, caressing the sensitive inner skin, so close to her exposed sex.
Veronica burst out laughing despite herself.
"AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOAHHAHHAHAAAHA!"
Her head threw back, her muscles gave in for a moment, wrenching a pure cry of uncontrollable laughter from her.
It was a nightmare. But worse still…
She felt the heat, a deep flame in her lower abdomen, an intimate betrayal.
Chuckles crouched near the stocks, staring at Veronica's agitated feet, still locked in her black heels.
Her toes twisted nervously, as if anticipating the impending horror.
"Oh... look at those little feet already trembling... How adorable!"
He reached out a hand and, with sadistic slowness, brushed the curve of a still-imprisoned heel.
Veronica gasped in panic, her legs immediately twitching.
"Nnnhh Nooo... not there..."
The clowns burst into laughter.
"Oh no, not there?" Chuckles mocked. "Then that's exactly where we'll focus."
His fingers slid over the seams of her heels...
Then, with a small, sharp movement, he slowly removed the first pump.
Cold air immediately kissed the sole of her foot. She jolted.
Her trembling foot was still covered by the thin barrier of nylon, but she knew it wouldn't save her.
Chuckles dropped the second pump to the floor with a soft thud. Her feet were completely vulnerable. A clown handed Chuckles a brush.
He twirled it between his fingers. Then he pressed it against the arch of Veronica's foot. And he scrubbed. HARD.
"HHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!"
She screamed immediately, her torso lurching forward, her hips twisting in a violent spasm.
"NOT THAT, NOT THAAAAT!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!"
But they didn't listen to her.
Two other clowns attacked her second foot, gently scratching the nylon stretched against her hypersensitive skin.
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!"
Veronica had no control over her body.
She vibrated under the unbearable pleasure of tickling.
Her legs convulsed, her abs cramped, her back arched in a desperate dance.
Feathers slid between her thighs, brushing against her exposed sex.
A choked cry caught in her throat.
"Hhhhnnnnn Nnnn!!"
The clown in charge of this torment leaned into her ear.
"We're going to make you LAUGH and COME like never before, Veronica..."
The feather grazed her clitoris, circling slowly and methodically.
Her head threw back in a sensory explosion.
Her laughter became choppy, interrupted by trembling gasps.
"AHAHHHAHHAHA! Hhhmmnnn.. AHAHAH Ohhh nnnhh Please!!"
Chuckles locked eyes with her.
He wanted to see her mind break.
Veronica lost all sense of time, space, and reason.
She was a disjointed puppet of pleasure and laughter. A slave to their caresses. A toy betrayed by her own body.
Two clowns leaned over her raised arms, tied above her head.
They waved feathers and their fingers, playing with the sensitive skin of her armpits.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA NOOOO NOT THERE! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!"
Veronica convulsed violently, her hips lifting off the torture bench under the first wave of unbearable tickles.
Their fingers traced precise circles, grazing the tender flesh under her arms, digging into the sensitive hollows that reacted to the slightest touch.
The feathers slid and turned, following the sweat beading on her trembling skin.
Another clown amused himself with her heavy breasts, their pulsations from laughter making them bounce obscenely.
Two feathers traced arabesques on the sensitive curve of her chest.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!"
Her nipples were hardened, boiling points, prime targets.
Agile fingers pressed and rolled the taut nipples, pinching and releasing them.
Another clown danced a soft brush around the tips of her breasts, grazing the skin at the edge of bearable.
"AHHHHHH NNHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!"
Her laughter broke into gasps, an unthinkable mix of suffering and raw pleasure.
On her stomach, a frenzied dance of fingers unfolded.
A clown ran his short nails over the taut skin of her abdomen, circling her navel, descending to the edge of her intimacy.
"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! HAHAHAHHAHAHA! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!!"
Veronica tried to roll to the side, but she was completely trapped, her torso shaking with uncontrollable contractions.
She laughed. She laughed without being able to stop. She laughed until she was breathless.
The clowns didn't just want to make her scream with laughter. They wanted to break her.
A clown knelt between her spread legs, staring at the most vulnerable part of her body.
Her sex was dripping, a torrent of heat accumulated under the sensory torture.
A feather rested against her clitoris.
"Hhhhnnnn NOHOHOHOHOHO!!"
The feather worked gently, turning in slow circles, brushing her soaked lips.
Her back arched into an impossible curve.
Her buttocks clenched under the explosive tension.
Her trembling belly shook, and her laughter turned into uninterrupted screams.
"AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA HAAHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!"
But that wasn't enough. A clown added his fingers, gently scratching the moist skin around her burning sex. Her clitoris vibrated under the infernal assault.
And in a shattering burst of laughter and pleasure... She exploded.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAAAHAAAH—HAAAAAAAAHHHHA—AHHHH!!"
Her orgasm surged like a brutal wave, shaking her body into total surrender.
Her laughter became a broken scream, her body nothing but pure trembling, pure orgasm.
Her fists clenched, her hips convulsed one last time... And she collapsed.
A disjointed puppet, a slave to laughter.
Chuckles observed his work, savoring every spasm, every lost moan in exhaustion.
Then, he looked down at her feet immobilized in the stocks.
Her toes still trembled, despite the fatigue, despite the orgasm.
"Hmmmm..."
He twirled a feather between his fingers.
"I think there's still a little life left here..."
Without warning, he traced a long caress on the sole of her trembling foot.
Veronica, in a daze, let out a final choked laugh-scream.
"Hhhhhnnnnn.. AHHHH… Hhmmmhahha… ahhhaaahhhhhh..."
A stifled, dying laugh, but still there.
Chuckles leaned over her vulnerable feet, watching every spasm, every instinctive reaction. Then, he applied the feather more firmly. And resumed the torture.
The echo of Veronica's laughter resonated under the big top, a mix of distress and abandon.
Her body was drenched in sweat, her torso heaving in a frantic rhythm, her cheeks burning, her disheveled hair stuck to her damp skin.
Chuckles slowly straightened up, his eyes full of amusement resting on Veronica's vulnerable feet.
Still prisoners of the stocks, still imprisoned in their thin stockings, still twitching with nervous spasms, trembling with anticipation.
The heels trembled, desperately seeking non-existent support. The soles stretched, as if hoping to escape something inevitable. The toes curled, opening and closing, seeking impossible refuge.
Chuckles chuckled.
"Ohhh... this is magnificent."
His gloved fingers slowly brushed the sole of her right foot, tracing a fine line from the heel to the base of her toes.
Veronica immediately arched.
A choked giggle escaped her, an uncontrollable spasm cramping her leg.
"Hhmmnn AHHnnhhh... n-nohohohot... nnn..."
She was still trying to hold back her laughter.
They knew it. They loved it.
Chuckles repeated his gesture, this time slower, with more pressure.
His nails slid under the nylon, following every sensitive curve of her hypersensitive sole.
Her toes stretched violently, cramping, involuntarily opening wider to escape.
But there was nowhere to go.
Another clown pulled out an electric toothbrush and activated it with a small, diabolical hum.
"Let's see what this does on those adorable little imprisoned feet..."
And he pressed it against the base of her toes.
"HHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA!!"
Veronica immediately burst out, a explosive and shattered laugh coursing through her body like a shockwave.
Her legs tried to close, but they were immobilized.
Her feet flailed in the air, frantic jerks running through them.
The brush traced precise circles, insisting under the tender pads, wandering over the sensitive arch of her sole.
"HHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH STOHOHOHPPPP AHAHAHAHHHHA!!"
Her toes wriggled wildly, clenching, curling in a futile reflex.
Her heels slid slightly against the wood, too sweaty to offer real resistance.
Her soles alternated between extreme tension and disordered spasms, contorting in every direction, powerless.
Chuckles let the scene play out for a few more minutes, observing every reaction with morbid fascination.
Then, slowly, he pulled out a pair of scissors.
Veronica gasped at the sight of the metal gleam.
"Nooo... no... nonononono..." she stammered, still shaking with spasms.
But he didn't listen.
With sadistic slowness, he slid the blade under the seam of the nylon... and cut. RIP.
The sound of the tearing fabric echoed strangely in the air. The right stocking opened under the precise cut, revealing her bare skin, still trembling.
Chuckles did the same for the other leg, leaving both feet completely exposed.
No more barriers. No more obstacles. Her vulnerable feet were now naked prey, offered up to the torture.
Veronica gasped, trying to catch her breath. But Chuckles gave her no respite.
He turned to another clown, a triumphant smile on his lips.
"Tie her toes. So she can't even hide them."
A new laugh rose among the clowns as one of them approached with small cords.
Veronica tensed, a final shiver of apprehension running down her spine.
Her toes, once free to curl reflexively, were now going to be exposed.
And as Chuckles stepped away, she knew he was coming back with something even worse.
Veronica panted on the table, her body still vibrating from the waves of tickles that had shaken her relentlessly. Her breath was ragged, her skin glistening with sweat.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, desperately seeking a moment of respite, but she knew it wasn't coming.
She was still tied up, immobilized, offered to their cruel games.
And now, a new threat loomed before her eyes: a machine.
A hypnotic circle began to move, slowly at first, then accelerating in jerks.
Colored lights spun in moving spirals, mirrors reflecting their glow in impossible patterns, a luminous pulsation floating in the air.
Chuckles leaned close to her face, almost tender, almost reassuring, but his eyes shone with absolute perfidy.
"Look at the spiral, Veronica... Let it take you..."
She wanted to look away, wanted to close her eyes, but the hypnotic movement drew her in, pulling her inevitably.
Her slightly open mouth trembled, her dry lips parting in a feverish breath.
"No... no... I..."
"Shhhh... Breathe... You don't have to think, you don't have to fight..."
The spirals intensified, expanding and contracting in a hypnotic dance, the lights flickering in a rhythm that entered directly into her mind.
"You are tired... You are sensitive... Everything is amplified..."
Her pupils began to dilate slightly, her unfocused gaze following the moving shapes despite herself.
"Every sensation is stronger... Every shiver is more intense... And the more you feel, the more you sink... The more you lose control..."
A shiver ran up her spine as a gloved hand rested on her left breast. Then another on the right.
The fingers slid slowly, brushing the soft, moist flesh, teasing the sensitive skin. Her breasts were heavy, full, even more taut after so much stimulation.
Her nipples stood erect, hard, as if already begging to be touched.
"Hhhhnnnhhhaaahh... !"
The first pinches came. A light pressure, followed by gentle thumb rubs. Her breasts were kneaded, pressed, rolled between the clowns' skilled palms. Feathers slid over the contour of her nipples, tracing lazy circles around their sensitive tips.
Veronica immediately arched, her body shivering under this unbearable stimulation.
"Aaahhhhnnn... !"
Her laughter hadn't come out yet, but her breath was already trembling. Then they intensified the assault.
The fingers became firmer, the caresses more insistent. Light scratches traced paths along the underside of her breasts, tickling the fine, ultra-sensitive skin. A warm tongue lapped at one of her nipples, sucking gently before playfully nibbling.
And that's when her laughter burst out.
"HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOHAAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!"
She was shaking with spasms, her breasts bouncing with each stimulation, her nipples tortured by a mix of ecstasy and anguish.
Chuckles, still near her ear, murmured louder.
"You feel it, don't you... ?"
The feathers circled her nipples, brushing them just enough to ignite burning shivers.
"Every touch penetrates you deeper... Every laugh pulls you a little further into oblivion..."
Her head threw back, her hips jerking despite herself.
Her eyes fluttered under the combined effect of hypnosis and stimulation.
She was collapsing.
Chuckles left her breasts and returned to his favorite spot: right in front of her tied feet.
Her toes were still bound, spread, vulnerable, prisoners of their torture.
He glanced at the other clowns, then twirled an electric brush between his fingers.
"Let's see how far we can push you."
And he pressed it just under her toes.
"HHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
The sound that came out of Veronica was inhuman.
Her back arched like a bow, her feet vainly trying to escape as the spinning bristles mercilessly explored the ultra-sensitive skin under her toes.
Then other clowns added their tongues.
They licked, sucked, nibbled her spread toes.
They blew hot air on the soles of her feet, intensifying the hypersensitivity that was destroying her.
Veronica screamed with laughter, contorting violently, unable to escape the waves of uncontrollable sensations.
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA AAAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THAAAAAAA— AAAHHAHAHAHAHA!""
Her toes twitched, fought, but couldn't curl up.
Chuckles watched her with fascination, his carnivorous smile widening as Veronica sank even deeper.
"And now, the final blow..."
A clown kneeling between her thighs spun a feather just above her clitoris.
Veronica didn't know where to turn when the feather touched her hardened bud.
"NNHHHNNAHHNNN! NHHH!"
Then, fingers came to play with her soaked lips, spreading them, brushing them without entering.
"You like it... You like it more and more..."
Hypnosis had done its work. Her body belonged only to them now. And when a tongue finally licked her clitoris, as the feather spun in quick circles, she lost the last thread of resistance. Her orgasm exploded in a scream that mixed laughter, pleading, and pure ecstasy.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAAAAAA— !"
Her head lolled limply, her muscles contracted one last time before total surrender. Veronica was spent. Her body trembled, shaken by uncontrollable spasms, her skin damp, her hair disheveled, sticking to her sweat-beaded forehead. But more than anything, her sex was on fire.
The thrill of extreme pleasure coursed through her veins, her clitoris throbbed, swollen, exposed, beating in rhythm with the last waves of her orgasm. Her vagina had contracted violently, engulfed by ecstasy, its walls spasmodically tightening, releasing streams of burning nectar, flowing between her spread thighs.
She panted, each contraction of her belly sending a new wave of shivers between her legs. Her clitoris still burned from the contact of the feather and the tongue, hypersensitive, each breath on her skin making it twitch with new uncontrollable convulsions.
Her breasts, taut and heavy, rose at an irregular rhythm, her nipples hard as pearls, tingling with a mix of heat and anticipation as the spiral continued to turn. The lights flickered, the reflections penetrating her tired skull, infiltrating her malleable mind.
Chuckles was still there, his silky voice insinuating itself into her thoughts.
"Feel it, Veronica…"
Her gaze was blurry, lost in the moving spirals. Her body reacted, despite herself.
"The more you come, the more sensitive you become…"
Her chest heaved in an involuntary moan. Her hips twitched, an instinctive jerk, as her still-contracted vaginal muscles vibrated under the slightest caress.
"The more we tickle you, the more pleasure you feel…"
The words imprinted directly into her brain. Her body, tired and devoid of will, accepted. She could already feel it. The feather that had brushed her clitoris just before her orgasm now seemed more intense. The fingers that began to dance on her breasts tore new jolts from her, more than just laughter... A shiver of desire.
"Mmmmnnnhhh… ahhh…"
The clowns exchanged a complicit glance. Chuckles stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
"That's it… Veronica… Why fight it?"
She no longer had the strength to fight. Her eyes desperately clung to the spirals, her senses amplified, every nerve on fire. Pleasure and torture were now one. And she... she was starting to like it.
A clown knelt between her legs, his gaze hungry.
"Let's see how far she can go…"
A wet finger traced a circle on her still-swollen clitoris... And at the same time, Chuckles placed a soft brush under her toes. The reaction was immediate.
"HHHNNNNAHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAA !"
Her laughter burst out with a cry of pleasure, her hips jerking so hard that the leather restraints creaked slightly. She no longer knew where to focus. Her sex throbbed, each tickle sending a shiver into her belly. Her feet were defenseless, and each contact sent pulsations to her dripping pussy.
"Hhhnnn ahahah ahhhh.. OH GOD"
She laughed AND moaned, her gasps of pleasure interspersed with hysterical laughter.
"That's it…" Chuckles pressed the brush lightly against the arch of her foot, intensifying everything.
Her toes tried to curl, but they were tied. The sole of her foot was exposed, subject to every whirlwind of sensation. A new spasm ran through her legs, and she felt a new surge. The orgasm was coming back.
"No… nnnhhhh—nnnnno…" but her voice was only a trembling murmur.
"You're lying, Veronica…"
Chuckles brought his face close to hers, murmuring on her trembling lips.
"You want more."
A finger slowly penetrated her sex. And the brushes redoubled under her feet. The mixture was unbearable. The wave shook her violently.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH !"
Her orgasm exploded again, even stronger, the uncontrollable jolts crossing her like a storm. Her clitoris burned under the caresses, her breasts quivered under the claws, her feet vibrated under the tickles. Everything was too much. Everything was too good. Her mind shattered completely. She exploded in a final cry of ecstasy and laughter.
Veronica panted, breathless, her body dripping with sweat and pleasure. She had been shaken by waves of uncontrollable orgasms, her laughter merging with her cries of enjoyment, her mind enveloped in a thick haze where tickles and ecstasy were one. And now... they were going to finish her off.
A metallic click echoed in the air. On either side of her, the clowns were busy. New machines were set up: Two flexible mechanical arms, equipped with rotating feathers, positioned themselves in front of her bound feet, ready to brush every millimeter of her offered sole. Another device with multiple suction cups was fixed at the height of her chest, designed to knead, pinch, and titillate her taut breasts, her nipples erect like raw buttons of pleasure.
Finally, the last apparatus, a vibrating rod molded to perfection, came to rest between her trembling thighs, its tip pressing against her already dripping, swollen clitoris in anticipation. At that precise moment, Chuckles returned to her side, his gaze fixed on hers. He placed a hand on her forehead, gently caressing her damp skin, while his voice became deeper, more captivating.
"It's time, Veronica… You're ready for the final step."
The spiral of light started moving again. The colors turned, flickered, pulsed in a rhythm that imprinted directly into her skull. She didn't even have the strength to resist. Her eyes were wide open, unable to escape the hypnotic trap.
"Let go… Breathe… Dive deeper…"
The machines all activated at the same time. The mechanical arms came to life, their rotating feathers beginning to slide over the curves of her bare feet. They whirled under her spread toes, traced circles on her heels, brushed the hollow arch of her sole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA !!!!!!!"
Uncontrollable laughter burst from her lips, raw, involuntary, desperate. Her bound toes twitched in vain, her foot trying to curl, to flee, to protect itself, but it was completely immobilized. And worse still... the hypnosis made each sensation sharper, deeper.
Each whirl of the feather under her sole was a wave of ticklish pleasure that rose directly to her belly.
"AhhhHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAA—"
Chuckles slid his fingers into her damp hair, smiling with delight.
"You feel it… The more it tickles… The more you come."
The device placed on her chest activated in turn. The suction cups gently attached themselves to her breasts, tightening over their round and taut forms. Then... they vibrated.
"AHHHHHHNNNNNNNHHH !!!!"
Her hardened nipples were immediately sucked, pinched, titillated by a perfect mix of stimulation and caresses. Veronica's breath caught abruptly, a miniature orgasm already exploding in her chest.
"Hhhhnnn ohhh… nnnhhh.. HAAAHHH !!"
The sensations were unbearable, her breasts kneaded, sucked, stimulated with mechanical perfection. Her hips twisted on the table, her body instinctively seeking more stimulation. Chuckles brought his lips to her ear, his suave voice infiltrating her thoughts.
"Does your body still belong to you, Veronica?"
She weakly shook her head, a broken moan of pleasure escaping her.
Her breasts had become a center of unbearable pleasure, an infinite source of stimulation and ecstasy. The vibrating rod pressed firmly against her swollen clitoris, and she jerked violently under the shock. An electric shiver ran through her entire being, her consciousness fraying under the intense pressure. Then... it started to vibrate.
An overwhelming heat, a divine shockwave, a surge of pure ecstasy.
"HHHNNNNHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!"
Her sex was dripping, uncontrollable spasms wrenching moans of pleasure and uncontrollable laughter from her.
The vibrator wouldn't let her come down, it whirled on her clitoris, pressed her soaked lips, explored every inch of her already ruined intimacy.
Chuckles slowly caressed her cheek, his eyes lit with a diabolical amusement.
"You are ours, Veronica."
Her eyes still fixed on the spiral.
She could see nothing else.
Her half-open mouth only formed hysterical laughter, interspersed with dirty moans.
Her entire body had become an erogenous zone.
Her feet vibrated with pleasure under the tickles. Her hardened breasts quivered under the stimulations. Her sex exploded under the relentless assault of the toy.
Her body was nothing more than a tide of sensations, every nerve electrified, every muscle tensed towards unbearable enjoyment.
The rotating feathers on her feet slid mercilessly over her ultra-sensitive soles, tracing arabesques of torturous pleasure. Her toes, tied and vulnerable, quivered, spread out like a forbidden offering.
The suction cups on her breasts sucked, palpating their taut roundness, twisting her blood-engorged nipples, pricking them with deliciously atrocious vibrations.
The vibrator on her sex pulsed against her burning clitoris, whirling, caressing, crushing her most absolute point of sensitivity.
She was sinking.
She could feel it.
Her breath ragged, her belly contracting with each new wave, her hips jerking despite the bonds.
And above her… Chuckles.
His gaze plunged into her glassy eyes, his voice soft like a poisoned breeze, his smile stretched like a benevolent demon.
"I am very ticklish and I love being tickled."
The words insinuated themselves into her, softly at first, like a distant echo. The feathers accelerated under her feet.
Her toes wriggled more violently.
"Aahhh—nnnhhh…"
Her belly hollowed out in a spasm, her clitoris throbbing against the vibrating rod that whirled relentlessly.
She was no longer thinking.
The words were not a question. They were a truth.
— "I… am… very ticklish…nnnnh… Love to behihih tickled… nhhh"
Her voice was a lost breath, like an inevitable confession. Chuckles laughed softly, his icy fingers caressing her feverish cheek.
"Clowns make me happy."
The suction cups intensified.
Her hardened nipples were pressed, twisted between the rhythmic suctions.
A strangled moan left her throat, her torso tensed in perfect submission.
"Aahhh—ahhhhnnn—the… the clowns… make me happy…"
Her mind was nothing more than a blank screen.
Everything was erased.
Everything evaporated under the heat of absolute pleasure.
And the last sentence… The last barrier…
Chuckles leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear.
"I am a doll… A toy… A slave to laughter…"
Veronica opened her mouth, a last flicker of consciousness crossing her.
But her body had already accepted.
Her feet jerked violently under the exquisite torture of the feathers.
Her breasts bounced under the effect of the infernal suckers.
Her sex opened, feverish, pressed against the machine that was sucking her soul.
The pleasure became an immense wave.
"I am…"
Her eyes widened, her face frozen under the intensity of the pleasure.
Her pupils dilated, her eyes rolled , her cheeks flushed to the extreme, her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her expression… became a powerful bliss.
Her tongue escaped limply between her lips.
Her cheeks were soaked with tears of enjoyment.
Her face was nothing more than a mask of pure lust, the body offered without return.
"…a doll… A toy… A slave to laughter…"
And she exploded.
Her sex pulsed in uncontrollable waves, violently contracting her walls.
A burning jet of pleasure shot out of her, splashing the machine, flooding the floor in an indecent splash.
Her arch became an impossible arch, her entire body seized in a divine jolt.
Her laughter existed only as a broken note, a long, trembling moan, interspersed with uncontrollable spasms.
Her feet still quivered, electrified under the feathers.
Her palpitating breasts trembled, each vibration keeping them on the edge of orgasm.
Her clitoris dripped, her entire body convulsing under the impact of devastating pleasure.
And when she finally collapsed, her gaze still fixed on the spiral, Chuckles chuckled softly.
He caressed her disheveled hair, contemplating his new creation.
"Welcome among us, my sweet tickle doll."
Veronica smiled weakly, her glassy eyes reflecting the hypnotic lights. She was happy.
Henry Sweet had drawn features, eyes reddened by sleepless nights.
Since Veronica's disappearance, his life had become a nightmare.
He had alerted the police, launched search notices, scoured the city in search of the slightest clue. But nothing, no trace of his wife. Just a cruel absence, an unbearable void in their once-filled home.
Until that morning when his computer beeped as he received a new email. The sender was unknown. The subject…
"The new star of the circus – 'Bimbo Giggle'"
His heart tightened as his trembling hands clicked on the attached file and the screen darkened.
Then… the curtain opened. Lively music filled the room from the computer’s speakers
.
The spotlights lit up in multicolored beams, illuminating the main stage.
The audience cheered, stamping their feet in impatience.
Then she appeared, and Henry thought he would die on the spot. Veronica.
But… it was no longer her.
She strutted on stage with a lascivious grace, each step accentuating the indecent curves of her new body.
Her hair was a brilliant blonde, her skin shining under the spotlights.
A multicolored ultra-tight corset cinched her waist and lifted her bouncy breasts, displaying an outrageous cleavage.
A bouffant tulle miniskirt revealed her long legs sheathed in fishnet stockings.
High varnished heels completed her transformation.
But it was her face that broke Henry. Her big eyes made up with glittery eyeshadow sparkled with a stupid gleam. Her full lips, painted a garish pink, formed a beatific smile.
And her laughter… A light laughter. Crystalline. Constant. A laughter of ecstasy. A laughter of submission.
"Ladies and gentlemen… WELCOME OUR TICKLE DOLL: BIMBO GIGGLE!"
The audience exploded in cheers. Clowns surged around her, surrounding their new star.
Veronica settled docilely on a velvet armchair in the center of the stage, raising her arms above her head in a provocative gesture.
Her wrists locked into silk handcuffs, her ankles fixed to an ornate footrest.
She was already moaning, excited by what was to follow.
The clowns approached, fingers outstretched, armed with feathers, brushes, small diabolical instruments.
When they started, Veronica immediately burst into laughter, her body arching under the wave of familiar sensations.
Her breasts bounced under the effect of the light caresses on her ribs.
Her toes, varnished an obscene red, curled under the brushes that slid over her sensitive soles.
Her belly shivered, her skirt riding up with each uncontrollable spasm.
— "HHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHHHAHAHHAHA ! YESSSSSS ! TICKLE ME MOOOOORE !!"
The clowns complied with pleasure, teasing, scratching, brushing, pressing every sensitive area.
And the more they tortured her, the more she laughed, the more she came.
Her face lit up with a perverse ahegao, her eyes full of tears of laughter, her tongue hanging out, her cheeks on fire.
She was nothing more than a doll of ecstasy.
A creature programmed to laugh, beg… and come.
Every night, the circus exhibited her.
Every night, the audience shouted her name.
Bimbo Giggle, the doll of laughter, the slave of the clowns.
The blood drained from his face, his heart pounding to bursting. He had no doubt.
It was his wife. It was Veronica. But… it was no longer her.
Henry moved away from the screen, trembling, horrified.
A small "ding" sounded.
A new message, a simple text.
"Don't be sad, Henry. The clowns make me happy. ❤️🎪"
It features intense tickling, and reprogramming through hypnosis. It also features clowns.
All the characters in this story were created by TheDirtyMonkey who gave his agreement to use his work as a reference.
Veronica Sweet is the mother of Jack and Sarah, and her husband is Henry Sweet. Veronica for reference : https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4268361&tags=veronica_sweet+
Night was gently falling over the city, wrapping the streets in a cloak of orange light and warm breezes. A lively crowd wound its way between colorful stalls, drawn to the large red and gold tent that stood proudly in the center of the vacant lot, transformed for the occasion into a true fairground kingdom. Everywhere, strings of lights sparkled, casting dancing shadows on the trodden ground. The sweet scent of cotton candy and hot caramel wafted through the air, mingling with the saltier aromas of popcorn and roasted peanuts.
Amidst the crowd, the Sweet family walked at a leisurely pace, making their way between onlookers and street performers. Veronica Sweet, impeccably dressed as always, moved with the elegance of a woman who refused to let the slightest hint of disorder mar her appearance. Her fitted blonde blouse hugged her generous figure perfectly, each button stretched across her ample bosom revealing the firmness of her form. Her black pencil skirt, tight at the waist, drew a sensual line over her full hips before descending to mid-thigh, revealing the tempting curves of her legs sheathed in fine beige stockings. With each step, her black stiletto heels clicked on the ground, adding a touch of sophistication to her measured stride.
Despite the festive atmosphere, she wore a distant and slightly severe expression, her arms crossed under her generous bosom. Her lips, adorned with a deep red, were pursed in a barely veiled look of boredom. She wasn't particularly fond of circus outings, but Henry, her husband, had convinced her under the pretext that it would be a lovely family evening.
Beside her, Henry Sweet, her husband, appeared much more relaxed. Tall and well-built despite the age that was beginning to gently mark his features, he wore a much more casual outfit than his wife: simple jeans and a shirt rolled up at the forearms, revealing his still firm muscles. His warm smile contrasted with Veronica's reserve, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement at the idea of enjoying the show with his children.
Behind them, Sarah and Jack, their two children, followed with barely concealed excitement. Sarah, the eldest at seventeen, was a studious and slightly cynical teenager. She wore slim jeans and an oversized sweater, her chestnut hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she rolled her eyes at her brother's eager bouncing.
Jack, on the other hand, was a ten-year-old boy bursting with energy. His eyes sparkled at every stall they passed, his enthusiasm barely containable. He wore a brightly colored t-shirt and shorts, ready to run from one attraction to the next.
"Look, Mom! There's a man juggling fire!" Jack exclaimed, tugging on Veronica's sleeve. She raised an eyebrow, casting a brief glance at the juggler in a flashy costume who was tossing flaming torches into the air to the cheers of the crowd.
"That's impressive, but stay away from the fire, Jack," she replied in a neutral tone, before continuing on her way without really lingering.
Henry, however, slipped an arm around his wife's waist and whispered in her ear, "You could at least pretend to enjoy it, dear."
She gave him a sidelong glance, both amused and slightly annoyed. "I am enjoying it. I'd just enjoy a good glass of wine and a quiet evening more."
Henry chuckled softly, squeezing her waist a little tighter. "Come on, a little magic never hurt anyone. You'll see, the kids are having fun, and that's all that matters."
Veronica sighed but said nothing, allowing herself to be guided through the crowd.
Finally, after a few minutes of strolling between the stalls, they arrived in front of the imposing circus big top. The red curtains were raised, revealing the interior illuminated by dozens of colored spotlights. The ground was covered in sawdust, and rows of benches circled a large ring where the acts would take place.
"Hurry up, the show is about to start!" Jack exclaimed, tugging on Sarah's hand. They settled into well-placed seats near the stage. Henry put an arm around Veronica's shoulders, and she leaned back slightly against him, crossing her legs elegantly.
The show began quickly, and the acts followed one another to the cheers of the audience. Acrobats twirled through the air, clinging to trapezes with ethereal grace. Tamers made their lions roar, performing daring tricks. Magicians made doves and colored ribbons appear in an enchanting ballet.
Veronica, though not enthusiastic at first, had to admit that some of the acts were impressive. She applauded politely after each performance, even though her smile remained discreet.
Then, the lights dimmed slightly... A cheerful melody began to resonate under the big top, accompanied by joyful cymbals and offbeat trumpets. Children's laughter erupted from the audience as a dozen colorful figures burst onto the ring, leaping and twirling in all directions.
"Ooooh, this is going to be fun!" Jack exclaimed, clapping his hands. The clowns had entered the stage. Veronica, however, remained impassive.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, observing the grotesque characters with white-painted faces, red noses, and oversized shoes. She tensed slightly, her cold gaze following their exaggerated antics. One clown rolled on himself, letting out a ridiculous cry, while another pretended to trip over an imaginary banana peel.
The crowd laughed, especially the children, but Veronica remained stone-faced. Henry noticed her reaction and gave her an amused look.
"Oh no... Don't tell me you're one of those people who don't like clowns?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow, her red lips stretching into a sarcastic smile. "Let's just say I find them... irritating."
Henry shook his head with a laugh, but Veronica kept her arms crossed, still distant from the spectacle. The clowns continued their antics with boundless energy, rolling on the ground, chasing each other like mischievous children, throwing confetti and splashing the front rows with water from their plastic flowers. The audience laughed heartily, especially the children, transported by the colorful madness that reigned under the big top.
Veronica, however, remained frozen, still as stoic as ever. Sitting with impeccable posture, legs crossed, she never took her eyes off the stage, but not a single smile graced her made-up lips. She didn't flinch at the exaggerated clumsiness or the spectacular falls. Her face, smooth and impassive, starkly contrasted with the general euphoria.
And this detail did not go unnoticed. Chuckles, the leader of the clowns, suddenly stopped running and pivoted slightly, his lanky figure draped in a red and yellow striped costume standing still under the spotlight. His mischievous eyes scanned the stands until they rested on her.
A slow, cunning smile spread across his white-painted face. He tapped his chin exaggeratedly, as if thinking deeply. Then, he pointed a gloved finger at Veronica. The audience followed his gaze. A murmur of amusement rippled through the crowd.
Henry immediately turned his head to his wife, curious to see her reaction. Sarah and Jack stared at their mother with wide eyes. Veronica, for her part, was momentarily taken aback.
"Oh no..." she breathed, straightening her back slightly, her heels clicking nervously against the ground.
Chuckles spread his arms in a theatrical gesture before shouting, "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we have among us... a very serious lady!"
The audience burst into laughter. Veronica frowned slightly, her gaze quickly shifting from Chuckles to her husband. Henry already had a small smirk on his face, and his expression clearly showed that he found the situation delightfully amusing.
"Come on, dear, it's just a game!" he teased, his tone light.
Jack, visibly thrilled that the attention was on their family, began to clap vigorously. "Mom! Go for it, it'll be fun!"
Sarah, meanwhile, stifled a laugh behind her hand, half-amused, half-embarrassed for her mother. Veronica blinked, caught in a moment of hesitation.
"No, I don't think this is..." she began, but Chuckles' cheerful voice cut her off.
"Oh, my friends! Look how she hesitates! She REALLY wants to join us!"
The crowd laughed, clapped, and cheered. A uncomfortable warmth spread through Veronica's body. The attention was focused on her, and she felt her cheeks flush under her impeccable makeup. Her gaze fell on Henry, who raised his eyebrows with amusement, clearly not intending to save her from this situation.
"Come on, madam!" Chuckles insisted, approaching her with a bouncy step. "Don't be shy!"
Before she could protest further, two other clowns emerged from the sides of the stage and, with perfect timing, bounded toward her and gently grabbed her wrists.
"Wait, I— !"
Her heels clicked against the ground as she was gently but firmly "escorted" toward the stage. The laughter and applause grew louder.
Henry simply smiled as he watched her being led away, and Jack frantically clapped his hands, chanting, "GO MOM!"
Veronica walked stiffly, her tight pencil skirt slightly hindering her movements. She felt the moisture of her palms against her leather gloves, her heart beating a little faster with embarrassment.
Once on stage, Chuckles turned to the audience with a triumphant pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, here is our guest of honor! What is your name, dear lady?"
Veronica made a colossal effort to maintain her composure. "Veronica," she said sharply.
"Oooooooh, Veroooonicaaa!" Chuckles sang, bowing exaggeratedly. "Applaud our brave participant!"
The audience complied enthusiastically. She was trapped. In the center of the stage, an ordinary-looking wooden chair had been placed under the spotlights.
Chuckles pretended to pull an imaginary rope, and two clowns brought the chair to the center of the stage with exaggeratedly synchronized movements. Veronica eyed the furniture with suspicion.
"Come on, make yourself comfortable, Veronica. We have a little... game for you!"
A shiver ran down her spine. But, under the gaze of hundreds of spectators, she no longer had much choice. With measured slowness, she sat down, crossing her legs and lifting her chin in an attempt to maintain a semblance of dignity.
The wood beneath her was slightly rough, and the rigid posture of the chair did nothing to relax her tense muscles. She felt something brush against her wrists. Before she even realized what was happening, soft but firm ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
Her breath caught for a fraction of a second. "Oh, but what is...?"
She tugged slightly on her arms, but the pressure on her wrists was already quite present. She was tied up. And the audience was still laughing.
Chuckles happily tapped his hands together. "There! A real lady, all settled in!" He leaned toward her and added with a smirk, "Comfortable?"
Veronica gritted her teeth. "I suppose I don't have a choice."
Veronica was perfectly still, sitting on that wooden chair in the center of the ring. Her wrists tied to the armrests, her ankles bound in discreet but firm restraints, her legs instinctively crossed in a vain attempt to maintain a dignified posture. Her heart was beating faster than she would have liked, and the heat of the spotlights on her skin accentuated the feeling of being exposed, laid bare.
Around her, the circle of clowns tightened. Chuckles, in the front row, was twirling a feather between his white-painted fingers.
"Just to see if we can make you smile, madam!"
The phrase hung in the air, carried by a perfidious lightness that made Veronica shiver. The clowns knew exactly what they were doing.
She had always enjoyed being tickled. Too much, even. Henry knew exactly where to press to drive her crazy, he loved to make her laugh under his skillful fingers before plunging her into other forms of pleasure.
But here, in this context? Among these monsters with grotesque faces, in front of an entire audience waiting to see the dignified and strict Veronica Sweet lose her composure? No. She wouldn't accept that.
She opened her mouth to protest, but at the same moment, Chuckles slid the feather along her neck. A brutal shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers clenched on the armrests, and an electric tension stiffened her shoulders.
The audience saw her neck arch slightly under the caress. A murmur of amusement rippled through the crowd. Chuckles paused for just a moment, observing her face with mischievous curiosity.
Veronica clenched her jaw. "Hmmmm... Very interesting."
The clown nodded, and immediately, two other clowns sprang into action. One brushed his fingertips along her ribs, a mere touch. A spasm shot through her body. The other tapped lightly on her hips, a barely perceptible contact. Veronica barely flinched, but her body spoke for her.
She was incredibly responsive. Her wrists tugged at the restraints. Not to struggle, no. To escape the attack she knew was coming.
Chuckles laughed softly, a muffled laugh, as if savoring a secret joke. "Ooooh, she's ticklish!"
The crowd reacted immediately, laughter and applause echoing under the big top. The trap was closing in on her.
Veronica gritted her teeth, her red lipstick pinching under the effort. "Don't be ridiculous, this doesn't"
She was interrupted. This time, the feather slid under her chin. A small giggle escaped her despite herself.
She stopped abruptly, her eyes wide open, as if she herself did not understand where that sound came from.
Chuckles squinted his eyes exaggeratedly, tilted his head to the side, then put on a fake astonished look.
"Ooooh, my friends... Did you hear that?"
The audience laughed even louder.
The clowns exchanged knowing glances.
Veronica was now captive to the circus, an unwilling trophy on her wooden chair. Her chest rose slowly, trying to control her breath, but anticipation burned her skin. The clowns surrounded her, mischievous smiles stretching their faces painted white and red. The audience laughed, eager to see the scene unfold.
Chuckles, the leader of the troupe, spun around before placing his hands on his hips in a theatrical gesture.
"Hmmm... That's all very nice... But I think we're missing a VERY important detail!"
He raised a finger in the air, and two clowns instantly jumped to his sides.
"We cannot KNOW if our dear Veronica is really ticklish as long as she wears... THESE LITTLE THINGS!"
His arm stretched out, and his gloved finger pointed directly at Veronica's feet. The audience cheered. Veronica froze.
Her gaze slowly descended to her crossed feet, still locked in her black high-heeled pumps, perfectly matching her strict outfit.
She clenched her fists.
"No, wait, I don't think this is..."
But already, the two clowns were crouching on either side of the chair, their gloved hands sliding against her bound ankles.
Veronica shuddered at the contact, a nervous shiver running up her spine.
"Ohhh no, no, no..."
"Ohhh YESSS!" Chuckles sang with mock exuberance.
The clowns gently grasped her heels and slowly slid them off.
Slowly. Too slowly.
Veronica gritted her teeth, but she felt her breath catch as the cool air gradually caressed her now exposed feet.
Her heels were completely removed, revealing her feet perfectly encased in her sheer beige stockings, the silky fabric molding the curve of her arch and her slender toes.
The entire tent erupted in cheers and laughter. Veronica blushed violently under the spotlights.
She moved her feet slightly in the bonds, testing their freedom. But they were firmly held, her ankles securely fastened by discreet straps.
Chuckles knelt before her, tapped his chin exaggeratedly, then tilted his head to the side.
"Hmmmm..."
He brushed his finger against the arch of Veronica's foot, covered by the thin nylon.
She immediately flinched.
A slight spasm rippled through her legs, and her toes instinctively curled inside the fabric.
Chuckles widened his smile.
"Ooooooooh... This will be DIVINE!"
A soft, light feather slid along her heel, tracing an insidious path under the curve of her foot.
Veronica tensed immediately, her back arching slightly against the chair.
"Hhhmmnnn"
But she refused to laugh.
She breathed in deeply through her nose, her fingers clenched on the armrests.
But the clowns were not done.
"Come on, come on... Don't be shy, Veronica!" Chuckles teased.
A second feather landed on the delicate arch of her foot, caressing it with lazy movements. Her toes immediately curled up.
Her body moved instinctively, but she was completely trapped.
The fabric of her stockings made the sensation more diffuse, but it did not completely eliminate the shivers that each touch inflicted on her.
And as the feathers continued their lazy circles, two small brushes appeared.
Soft-bristled brushes that began to swirl under her toes.
This time, she couldn't suppress a violent jolt.
"Hhhmmhh!!"
Her feet trembled slightly, trying to escape the attack.
Her breath quickened.
The brushes slowly, slowly moved up the soles of her feet.
Then, they began to rub. Hard.
She burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHA! No! No!! Stop!!"
But the clowns had no intention of listening to her.
"OH BUT YESSS!" Chuckles exclaimed, spinning around with a triumphant laugh. "Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful Veronica is FINALLY having fun!"
The crowd reacted enthusiastically, applauding and laughing as Veronica struggled, her cheeks crimson, shaking with uncontrollable spasms.
"HAAAHAAAHAA! STOP AHAAHHAHAHA!!"
Her heels slid involuntarily against the wooden chair, her entire body vibrating under the ordeal.
The feathers still circled around her feet.
The brushes, meanwhile, intensified their pressure, rubbing faster, deeper.
And Veronica sank into laughter, unable to fight the sensory storm consuming her sensitive nerves.
Her stockings did not protect her. They were an illusory barrier, a transparent screen that amplified the ordeal instead of diminishing it.
She laughed without being able to stop, her torso shaking frantically, her hands clenched on the armrests in a desperate struggle against her own body.
It was humiliating. It was terribly good.
After several minutes of torture, the clowns finally slowed their attack.
Veronica remained panting, her head thrown back, her cheeks streaked with tears of laughter.
Her body still trembled with residual spasms.
Chuckles leaned over her, his smile wider than ever.
"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen!" he declared with jubilation. "We have finally found the highlight of our show!"
The crowd chanted her name.
The last echoes of laughter still resonated under the tent as the crowd began to disperse. The show was over, and Veronica Sweet tried to regain her composure, her cheeks still scarlet, her legs slightly trembling under her fitted skirt.
She had been the center of attention, the highlight of the clowns' show, and even though she tried to convince herself that it was just a game, something still troubled her.
She could still feel the ghosts of the feathers and brushes on her feet, tingling that refused to fade away.
Henry placed a hand on her waist, pulling her close with a complicit smile.
"You were incredible, honey. I've never seen you laugh so much."
Sarah giggled softly behind her glasses, while Jack jumped for joy.
"That was awesome! Mom, you should become a clown!"
Veronica narrowed her eyes, her murderous gaze immediately directed at her son.
"That, my dear, is totally out of the question."
Henry laughed, kissed her on the temple, then guided the family out of the tent, joining the throng of spectators leaving in the soft night.
The circus lanterns still shone, casting wavy shadows on the deserted stands.
They passed the shooting gallery, the wheel of fortune, the fairground games, until they reached the dusty parking lot where their car awaited.
Veronica was still slightly distracted, her skin inexplicably shivering, but she paid no attention to it.
She did not hear the soft footsteps behind her. She did not see the laughing figure approaching from behind. A gloved hand suddenly covered her mouth. A handkerchief soaked in a sweet perfume pressed against her nose.
She shuddered violently, her heels slipping on the gravel as a firm grip held her.
The world spun.
A muffled laugh, somewhere behind her.
"Oh no, Veronica... We couldn't let you go like that."
Her body grew heavy
.
The scent invaded her mind, her vision blurred, her last breath was a sigh between surprise and surrender.
The darkness had faded, replaced by a harsh, flickering light dancing under the tent canvas. A pungent smell of sawdust and makeup hung in the air. A strange tingling ran over her bare skin, and a chill bit into her flesh.
Veronica opened her eyes suddenly.
She took a deep breath, as if she had just surfaced from a plunge into an ocean of darkness.
But the air refused to fill her lungs properly.
Something was wrong.
She tried to move her arms. Nothing. She tried to close her legs. Impossible. Her heart raced. She was tied up.
Her body was no longer free, held in an indecent position on a hard, cold surface.
Her head thrown back, she blinked to adjust to the harsh lights blinding her.
Spotlights, suspended above her, cast their pale glow on the red and gold walls of the deserted tent.
She was still at the circus. But the audience was gone. And she was almost naked.
A new shiver ran over her bare skin, making her shudder despite herself.
Her blouse and skirt were gone.
All she had left were her sheer flesh-colored stockings, molding her long, shapely legs, and her black heels still clinging to her feet.
But that wasn't the worst. Her gaze slowly descended, and horror took her breath away.
Her ankles were imprisoned in massive wooden stocks, holding them apart, with no chance of escape. Her stockings had been carefully slit at the crotch. She was exposed, her intimacy laid bare.
A wave of heat and cold washed over her face, a surge of shame and fury coursing through her.
— "Oh my God..." she murmured, desperately pulling at her bonds. But the restraints were solid.
She was trapped, completely at the mercy of those who had kidnapped her.
Veronica gritted her teeth, her fists clenched, trying to suppress the panic rising within her.
A figure appeared in her field of vision.
Chuckles.
His tall, thin frame stood out under the spotlights.
He twirled a black feather between his gloved fingers, like an executioner savoring the moment before the execution.
"Ahhh, finally awake."
His voice was syrupy, almost sing-song.
He approached slowly, his oversized shoes creaking on the tent floor.
Behind him, other clowns emerged from the shadows.
Their eyes gleamed with a playful, mischievous light, their smiles stretched grotesquely under their white makeup.
Chuckles placed a hand on his own chin, tilting his head in a falsely thoughtful manner.
“Tell me, Veronica..."
He slid the feather along the wood of the stock, slowly, as if savoring the moment.
"Do you know what we do to women like you?"
She dared not ask the question.
Her wrists strained against her bonds.
Chuckles let the feather descend, descend... until it brushed the inside of her bare thigh.
Veronica jerked violently, her body arching.
Another clown snickered behind her.
Chuckles snickered too.
"We make them LAUGH."
Chuckles let those words hang in the air, like a dire omen.
Veronica twisted in her bonds, her stomach knotted with visceral anxiety. The humiliation of her situation was absolute. She was naked, exposed before these grotesque monsters. Her legs spread, her slit stockings revealing the intimacy she wanted to hide. And worse still... She could already feel the ghostly tickle waiting to come. Her throat tightened.
"Don't... Don't do this."
Her voice trembled. A plea, a murmur shaken by apprehension. Chuckles snickered and slowly raised the feather.
"Oh, my sweet Veronica... We haven't even started yet."
He signaled to the other clowns, and in an instant, they sprang into action. Veronica barely had time to breathe before the first touches attacked.
The first contacts were light. Feathers, fingers grazing her hips, lightly scratching her ribs.
Veronica immediately tensed, struggling to contain the wave rising within her.
"Mmmhhh... nn..."
She bit her lip, her wrists clenched, trying to stifle any sign of weakness.
The feathers slid up her ribs, brushing the hollows of her chest, slipping under her bare breasts.
Her nipples hardened instantly, an uncontrolled spasm twisting her torso.
A clown grabbed a soft brush and applied it to her stomach, spinning it in small circles.
An electric shock exploded in her body.
She suddenly giggled, a strangled laugh escaping her red lips.
"Hhhnnn Hhhaha... ahh no, no, please!"
Her hips lifted, her stomach writhing in a vain attempt to escape the infernal caresses.
But the clowns only redoubled their efforts.
Fingers slipped under her arms, exploring her armpits, tracing the contours of her tensed muscles.
Light claws climbed up her thighs, caressing the sensitive inner skin, so close to her exposed sex.
Veronica burst out laughing despite herself.
"AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOAHHAHHAHAAAHA!"
Her head threw back, her muscles gave in for a moment, wrenching a pure cry of uncontrollable laughter from her.
It was a nightmare. But worse still…
She felt the heat, a deep flame in her lower abdomen, an intimate betrayal.
Chuckles crouched near the stocks, staring at Veronica's agitated feet, still locked in her black heels.
Her toes twisted nervously, as if anticipating the impending horror.
"Oh... look at those little feet already trembling... How adorable!"
He reached out a hand and, with sadistic slowness, brushed the curve of a still-imprisoned heel.
Veronica gasped in panic, her legs immediately twitching.
"Nnnhh Nooo... not there..."
The clowns burst into laughter.
"Oh no, not there?" Chuckles mocked. "Then that's exactly where we'll focus."
His fingers slid over the seams of her heels...
Then, with a small, sharp movement, he slowly removed the first pump.
Cold air immediately kissed the sole of her foot. She jolted.
Her trembling foot was still covered by the thin barrier of nylon, but she knew it wouldn't save her.
Chuckles dropped the second pump to the floor with a soft thud. Her feet were completely vulnerable. A clown handed Chuckles a brush.
He twirled it between his fingers. Then he pressed it against the arch of Veronica's foot. And he scrubbed. HARD.
"HHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!"
She screamed immediately, her torso lurching forward, her hips twisting in a violent spasm.
"NOT THAT, NOT THAAAAT!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!"
But they didn't listen to her.
Two other clowns attacked her second foot, gently scratching the nylon stretched against her hypersensitive skin.
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!"
Veronica had no control over her body.
She vibrated under the unbearable pleasure of tickling.
Her legs convulsed, her abs cramped, her back arched in a desperate dance.
Feathers slid between her thighs, brushing against her exposed sex.
A choked cry caught in her throat.
"Hhhhnnnnn Nnnn!!"
The clown in charge of this torment leaned into her ear.
"We're going to make you LAUGH and COME like never before, Veronica..."
The feather grazed her clitoris, circling slowly and methodically.
Her head threw back in a sensory explosion.
Her laughter became choppy, interrupted by trembling gasps.
"AHAHHHAHHAHA! Hhhmmnnn.. AHAHAH Ohhh nnnhh Please!!"
Chuckles locked eyes with her.
He wanted to see her mind break.
Veronica lost all sense of time, space, and reason.
She was a disjointed puppet of pleasure and laughter. A slave to their caresses. A toy betrayed by her own body.
Two clowns leaned over her raised arms, tied above her head.
They waved feathers and their fingers, playing with the sensitive skin of her armpits.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA NOOOO NOT THERE! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!"
Veronica convulsed violently, her hips lifting off the torture bench under the first wave of unbearable tickles.
Their fingers traced precise circles, grazing the tender flesh under her arms, digging into the sensitive hollows that reacted to the slightest touch.
The feathers slid and turned, following the sweat beading on her trembling skin.
Another clown amused himself with her heavy breasts, their pulsations from laughter making them bounce obscenely.
Two feathers traced arabesques on the sensitive curve of her chest.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!"
Her nipples were hardened, boiling points, prime targets.
Agile fingers pressed and rolled the taut nipples, pinching and releasing them.
Another clown danced a soft brush around the tips of her breasts, grazing the skin at the edge of bearable.
"AHHHHHH NNHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!"
Her laughter broke into gasps, an unthinkable mix of suffering and raw pleasure.
On her stomach, a frenzied dance of fingers unfolded.
A clown ran his short nails over the taut skin of her abdomen, circling her navel, descending to the edge of her intimacy.
"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! HAHAHAHHAHAHA! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!!"
Veronica tried to roll to the side, but she was completely trapped, her torso shaking with uncontrollable contractions.
She laughed. She laughed without being able to stop. She laughed until she was breathless.
The clowns didn't just want to make her scream with laughter. They wanted to break her.
A clown knelt between her spread legs, staring at the most vulnerable part of her body.
Her sex was dripping, a torrent of heat accumulated under the sensory torture.
A feather rested against her clitoris.
"Hhhhnnnn NOHOHOHOHOHO!!"
The feather worked gently, turning in slow circles, brushing her soaked lips.
Her back arched into an impossible curve.
Her buttocks clenched under the explosive tension.
Her trembling belly shook, and her laughter turned into uninterrupted screams.
"AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA HAAHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!"
But that wasn't enough. A clown added his fingers, gently scratching the moist skin around her burning sex. Her clitoris vibrated under the infernal assault.
And in a shattering burst of laughter and pleasure... She exploded.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAAAHAAAH—HAAAAAAAAHHHHA—AHHHH!!"
Her orgasm surged like a brutal wave, shaking her body into total surrender.
Her laughter became a broken scream, her body nothing but pure trembling, pure orgasm.
Her fists clenched, her hips convulsed one last time... And she collapsed.
A disjointed puppet, a slave to laughter.
Chuckles observed his work, savoring every spasm, every lost moan in exhaustion.
Then, he looked down at her feet immobilized in the stocks.
Her toes still trembled, despite the fatigue, despite the orgasm.
"Hmmmm..."
He twirled a feather between his fingers.
"I think there's still a little life left here..."
Without warning, he traced a long caress on the sole of her trembling foot.
Veronica, in a daze, let out a final choked laugh-scream.
"Hhhhhnnnnn.. AHHHH… Hhmmmhahha… ahhhaaahhhhhh..."
A stifled, dying laugh, but still there.
Chuckles leaned over her vulnerable feet, watching every spasm, every instinctive reaction. Then, he applied the feather more firmly. And resumed the torture.
The echo of Veronica's laughter resonated under the big top, a mix of distress and abandon.
Her body was drenched in sweat, her torso heaving in a frantic rhythm, her cheeks burning, her disheveled hair stuck to her damp skin.
Chuckles slowly straightened up, his eyes full of amusement resting on Veronica's vulnerable feet.
Still prisoners of the stocks, still imprisoned in their thin stockings, still twitching with nervous spasms, trembling with anticipation.
The heels trembled, desperately seeking non-existent support. The soles stretched, as if hoping to escape something inevitable. The toes curled, opening and closing, seeking impossible refuge.
Chuckles chuckled.
"Ohhh... this is magnificent."
His gloved fingers slowly brushed the sole of her right foot, tracing a fine line from the heel to the base of her toes.
Veronica immediately arched.
A choked giggle escaped her, an uncontrollable spasm cramping her leg.
"Hhmmnn AHHnnhhh... n-nohohohot... nnn..."
She was still trying to hold back her laughter.
They knew it. They loved it.
Chuckles repeated his gesture, this time slower, with more pressure.
His nails slid under the nylon, following every sensitive curve of her hypersensitive sole.
Her toes stretched violently, cramping, involuntarily opening wider to escape.
But there was nowhere to go.
Another clown pulled out an electric toothbrush and activated it with a small, diabolical hum.
"Let's see what this does on those adorable little imprisoned feet..."
And he pressed it against the base of her toes.
"HHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA!!"
Veronica immediately burst out, a explosive and shattered laugh coursing through her body like a shockwave.
Her legs tried to close, but they were immobilized.
Her feet flailed in the air, frantic jerks running through them.
The brush traced precise circles, insisting under the tender pads, wandering over the sensitive arch of her sole.
"HHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH STOHOHOHPPPP AHAHAHAHHHHA!!"
Her toes wriggled wildly, clenching, curling in a futile reflex.
Her heels slid slightly against the wood, too sweaty to offer real resistance.
Her soles alternated between extreme tension and disordered spasms, contorting in every direction, powerless.
Chuckles let the scene play out for a few more minutes, observing every reaction with morbid fascination.
Then, slowly, he pulled out a pair of scissors.
Veronica gasped at the sight of the metal gleam.
"Nooo... no... nonononono..." she stammered, still shaking with spasms.
But he didn't listen.
With sadistic slowness, he slid the blade under the seam of the nylon... and cut. RIP.
The sound of the tearing fabric echoed strangely in the air. The right stocking opened under the precise cut, revealing her bare skin, still trembling.
Chuckles did the same for the other leg, leaving both feet completely exposed.
No more barriers. No more obstacles. Her vulnerable feet were now naked prey, offered up to the torture.
Veronica gasped, trying to catch her breath. But Chuckles gave her no respite.
He turned to another clown, a triumphant smile on his lips.
"Tie her toes. So she can't even hide them."
A new laugh rose among the clowns as one of them approached with small cords.
Veronica tensed, a final shiver of apprehension running down her spine.
Her toes, once free to curl reflexively, were now going to be exposed.
And as Chuckles stepped away, she knew he was coming back with something even worse.
Veronica panted on the table, her body still vibrating from the waves of tickles that had shaken her relentlessly. Her breath was ragged, her skin glistening with sweat.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, desperately seeking a moment of respite, but she knew it wasn't coming.
She was still tied up, immobilized, offered to their cruel games.
And now, a new threat loomed before her eyes: a machine.
A hypnotic circle began to move, slowly at first, then accelerating in jerks.
Colored lights spun in moving spirals, mirrors reflecting their glow in impossible patterns, a luminous pulsation floating in the air.
Chuckles leaned close to her face, almost tender, almost reassuring, but his eyes shone with absolute perfidy.
"Look at the spiral, Veronica... Let it take you..."
She wanted to look away, wanted to close her eyes, but the hypnotic movement drew her in, pulling her inevitably.
Her slightly open mouth trembled, her dry lips parting in a feverish breath.
"No... no... I..."
"Shhhh... Breathe... You don't have to think, you don't have to fight..."
The spirals intensified, expanding and contracting in a hypnotic dance, the lights flickering in a rhythm that entered directly into her mind.
"You are tired... You are sensitive... Everything is amplified..."
Her pupils began to dilate slightly, her unfocused gaze following the moving shapes despite herself.
"Every sensation is stronger... Every shiver is more intense... And the more you feel, the more you sink... The more you lose control..."
A shiver ran up her spine as a gloved hand rested on her left breast. Then another on the right.
The fingers slid slowly, brushing the soft, moist flesh, teasing the sensitive skin. Her breasts were heavy, full, even more taut after so much stimulation.
Her nipples stood erect, hard, as if already begging to be touched.
"Hhhhnnnhhhaaahh... !"
The first pinches came. A light pressure, followed by gentle thumb rubs. Her breasts were kneaded, pressed, rolled between the clowns' skilled palms. Feathers slid over the contour of her nipples, tracing lazy circles around their sensitive tips.
Veronica immediately arched, her body shivering under this unbearable stimulation.
"Aaahhhhnnn... !"
Her laughter hadn't come out yet, but her breath was already trembling. Then they intensified the assault.
The fingers became firmer, the caresses more insistent. Light scratches traced paths along the underside of her breasts, tickling the fine, ultra-sensitive skin. A warm tongue lapped at one of her nipples, sucking gently before playfully nibbling.
And that's when her laughter burst out.
"HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOHAAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!"
She was shaking with spasms, her breasts bouncing with each stimulation, her nipples tortured by a mix of ecstasy and anguish.
Chuckles, still near her ear, murmured louder.
"You feel it, don't you... ?"
The feathers circled her nipples, brushing them just enough to ignite burning shivers.
"Every touch penetrates you deeper... Every laugh pulls you a little further into oblivion..."
Her head threw back, her hips jerking despite herself.
Her eyes fluttered under the combined effect of hypnosis and stimulation.
She was collapsing.
Chuckles left her breasts and returned to his favorite spot: right in front of her tied feet.
Her toes were still bound, spread, vulnerable, prisoners of their torture.
He glanced at the other clowns, then twirled an electric brush between his fingers.
"Let's see how far we can push you."
And he pressed it just under her toes.
"HHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
The sound that came out of Veronica was inhuman.
Her back arched like a bow, her feet vainly trying to escape as the spinning bristles mercilessly explored the ultra-sensitive skin under her toes.
Then other clowns added their tongues.
They licked, sucked, nibbled her spread toes.
They blew hot air on the soles of her feet, intensifying the hypersensitivity that was destroying her.
Veronica screamed with laughter, contorting violently, unable to escape the waves of uncontrollable sensations.
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA AAAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THAAAAAAA— AAAHHAHAHAHAHA!""
Her toes twitched, fought, but couldn't curl up.
Chuckles watched her with fascination, his carnivorous smile widening as Veronica sank even deeper.
"And now, the final blow..."
A clown kneeling between her thighs spun a feather just above her clitoris.
Veronica didn't know where to turn when the feather touched her hardened bud.
"NNHHHNNAHHNNN! NHHH!"
Then, fingers came to play with her soaked lips, spreading them, brushing them without entering.
"You like it... You like it more and more..."
Hypnosis had done its work. Her body belonged only to them now. And when a tongue finally licked her clitoris, as the feather spun in quick circles, she lost the last thread of resistance. Her orgasm exploded in a scream that mixed laughter, pleading, and pure ecstasy.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAAAAAA— !"
Her head lolled limply, her muscles contracted one last time before total surrender. Veronica was spent. Her body trembled, shaken by uncontrollable spasms, her skin damp, her hair disheveled, sticking to her sweat-beaded forehead. But more than anything, her sex was on fire.
The thrill of extreme pleasure coursed through her veins, her clitoris throbbed, swollen, exposed, beating in rhythm with the last waves of her orgasm. Her vagina had contracted violently, engulfed by ecstasy, its walls spasmodically tightening, releasing streams of burning nectar, flowing between her spread thighs.
She panted, each contraction of her belly sending a new wave of shivers between her legs. Her clitoris still burned from the contact of the feather and the tongue, hypersensitive, each breath on her skin making it twitch with new uncontrollable convulsions.
Her breasts, taut and heavy, rose at an irregular rhythm, her nipples hard as pearls, tingling with a mix of heat and anticipation as the spiral continued to turn. The lights flickered, the reflections penetrating her tired skull, infiltrating her malleable mind.
Chuckles was still there, his silky voice insinuating itself into her thoughts.
"Feel it, Veronica…"
Her gaze was blurry, lost in the moving spirals. Her body reacted, despite herself.
"The more you come, the more sensitive you become…"
Her chest heaved in an involuntary moan. Her hips twitched, an instinctive jerk, as her still-contracted vaginal muscles vibrated under the slightest caress.
"The more we tickle you, the more pleasure you feel…"
The words imprinted directly into her brain. Her body, tired and devoid of will, accepted. She could already feel it. The feather that had brushed her clitoris just before her orgasm now seemed more intense. The fingers that began to dance on her breasts tore new jolts from her, more than just laughter... A shiver of desire.
"Mmmmnnnhhh… ahhh…"
The clowns exchanged a complicit glance. Chuckles stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
"That's it… Veronica… Why fight it?"
She no longer had the strength to fight. Her eyes desperately clung to the spirals, her senses amplified, every nerve on fire. Pleasure and torture were now one. And she... she was starting to like it.
A clown knelt between her legs, his gaze hungry.
"Let's see how far she can go…"
A wet finger traced a circle on her still-swollen clitoris... And at the same time, Chuckles placed a soft brush under her toes. The reaction was immediate.
"HHHNNNNAHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAA !"
Her laughter burst out with a cry of pleasure, her hips jerking so hard that the leather restraints creaked slightly. She no longer knew where to focus. Her sex throbbed, each tickle sending a shiver into her belly. Her feet were defenseless, and each contact sent pulsations to her dripping pussy.
"Hhhnnn ahahah ahhhh.. OH GOD"
She laughed AND moaned, her gasps of pleasure interspersed with hysterical laughter.
"That's it…" Chuckles pressed the brush lightly against the arch of her foot, intensifying everything.
Her toes tried to curl, but they were tied. The sole of her foot was exposed, subject to every whirlwind of sensation. A new spasm ran through her legs, and she felt a new surge. The orgasm was coming back.
"No… nnnhhhh—nnnnno…" but her voice was only a trembling murmur.
"You're lying, Veronica…"
Chuckles brought his face close to hers, murmuring on her trembling lips.
"You want more."
A finger slowly penetrated her sex. And the brushes redoubled under her feet. The mixture was unbearable. The wave shook her violently.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH !"
Her orgasm exploded again, even stronger, the uncontrollable jolts crossing her like a storm. Her clitoris burned under the caresses, her breasts quivered under the claws, her feet vibrated under the tickles. Everything was too much. Everything was too good. Her mind shattered completely. She exploded in a final cry of ecstasy and laughter.
Veronica panted, breathless, her body dripping with sweat and pleasure. She had been shaken by waves of uncontrollable orgasms, her laughter merging with her cries of enjoyment, her mind enveloped in a thick haze where tickles and ecstasy were one. And now... they were going to finish her off.
A metallic click echoed in the air. On either side of her, the clowns were busy. New machines were set up: Two flexible mechanical arms, equipped with rotating feathers, positioned themselves in front of her bound feet, ready to brush every millimeter of her offered sole. Another device with multiple suction cups was fixed at the height of her chest, designed to knead, pinch, and titillate her taut breasts, her nipples erect like raw buttons of pleasure.
Finally, the last apparatus, a vibrating rod molded to perfection, came to rest between her trembling thighs, its tip pressing against her already dripping, swollen clitoris in anticipation. At that precise moment, Chuckles returned to her side, his gaze fixed on hers. He placed a hand on her forehead, gently caressing her damp skin, while his voice became deeper, more captivating.
"It's time, Veronica… You're ready for the final step."
The spiral of light started moving again. The colors turned, flickered, pulsed in a rhythm that imprinted directly into her skull. She didn't even have the strength to resist. Her eyes were wide open, unable to escape the hypnotic trap.
"Let go… Breathe… Dive deeper…"
The machines all activated at the same time. The mechanical arms came to life, their rotating feathers beginning to slide over the curves of her bare feet. They whirled under her spread toes, traced circles on her heels, brushed the hollow arch of her sole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA !!!!!!!"
Uncontrollable laughter burst from her lips, raw, involuntary, desperate. Her bound toes twitched in vain, her foot trying to curl, to flee, to protect itself, but it was completely immobilized. And worse still... the hypnosis made each sensation sharper, deeper.
Each whirl of the feather under her sole was a wave of ticklish pleasure that rose directly to her belly.
"AhhhHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAA—"
Chuckles slid his fingers into her damp hair, smiling with delight.
"You feel it… The more it tickles… The more you come."
The device placed on her chest activated in turn. The suction cups gently attached themselves to her breasts, tightening over their round and taut forms. Then... they vibrated.
"AHHHHHHNNNNNNNHHH !!!!"
Her hardened nipples were immediately sucked, pinched, titillated by a perfect mix of stimulation and caresses. Veronica's breath caught abruptly, a miniature orgasm already exploding in her chest.
"Hhhhnnn ohhh… nnnhhh.. HAAAHHH !!"
The sensations were unbearable, her breasts kneaded, sucked, stimulated with mechanical perfection. Her hips twisted on the table, her body instinctively seeking more stimulation. Chuckles brought his lips to her ear, his suave voice infiltrating her thoughts.
"Does your body still belong to you, Veronica?"
She weakly shook her head, a broken moan of pleasure escaping her.
Her breasts had become a center of unbearable pleasure, an infinite source of stimulation and ecstasy. The vibrating rod pressed firmly against her swollen clitoris, and she jerked violently under the shock. An electric shiver ran through her entire being, her consciousness fraying under the intense pressure. Then... it started to vibrate.
An overwhelming heat, a divine shockwave, a surge of pure ecstasy.
"HHHNNNNHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!"
Her sex was dripping, uncontrollable spasms wrenching moans of pleasure and uncontrollable laughter from her.
The vibrator wouldn't let her come down, it whirled on her clitoris, pressed her soaked lips, explored every inch of her already ruined intimacy.
Chuckles slowly caressed her cheek, his eyes lit with a diabolical amusement.
"You are ours, Veronica."
Her eyes still fixed on the spiral.
She could see nothing else.
Her half-open mouth only formed hysterical laughter, interspersed with dirty moans.
Her entire body had become an erogenous zone.
Her feet vibrated with pleasure under the tickles. Her hardened breasts quivered under the stimulations. Her sex exploded under the relentless assault of the toy.
Her body was nothing more than a tide of sensations, every nerve electrified, every muscle tensed towards unbearable enjoyment.
The rotating feathers on her feet slid mercilessly over her ultra-sensitive soles, tracing arabesques of torturous pleasure. Her toes, tied and vulnerable, quivered, spread out like a forbidden offering.
The suction cups on her breasts sucked, palpating their taut roundness, twisting her blood-engorged nipples, pricking them with deliciously atrocious vibrations.
The vibrator on her sex pulsed against her burning clitoris, whirling, caressing, crushing her most absolute point of sensitivity.
She was sinking.
She could feel it.
Her breath ragged, her belly contracting with each new wave, her hips jerking despite the bonds.
And above her… Chuckles.
His gaze plunged into her glassy eyes, his voice soft like a poisoned breeze, his smile stretched like a benevolent demon.
"I am very ticklish and I love being tickled."
The words insinuated themselves into her, softly at first, like a distant echo. The feathers accelerated under her feet.
Her toes wriggled more violently.
"Aahhh—nnnhhh…"
Her belly hollowed out in a spasm, her clitoris throbbing against the vibrating rod that whirled relentlessly.
She was no longer thinking.
The words were not a question. They were a truth.
— "I… am… very ticklish…nnnnh… Love to behihih tickled… nhhh"
Her voice was a lost breath, like an inevitable confession. Chuckles laughed softly, his icy fingers caressing her feverish cheek.
"Clowns make me happy."
The suction cups intensified.
Her hardened nipples were pressed, twisted between the rhythmic suctions.
A strangled moan left her throat, her torso tensed in perfect submission.
"Aahhh—ahhhhnnn—the… the clowns… make me happy…"
Her mind was nothing more than a blank screen.
Everything was erased.
Everything evaporated under the heat of absolute pleasure.
And the last sentence… The last barrier…
Chuckles leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear.
"I am a doll… A toy… A slave to laughter…"
Veronica opened her mouth, a last flicker of consciousness crossing her.
But her body had already accepted.
Her feet jerked violently under the exquisite torture of the feathers.
Her breasts bounced under the effect of the infernal suckers.
Her sex opened, feverish, pressed against the machine that was sucking her soul.
The pleasure became an immense wave.
"I am…"
Her eyes widened, her face frozen under the intensity of the pleasure.
Her pupils dilated, her eyes rolled , her cheeks flushed to the extreme, her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her expression… became a powerful bliss.
Her tongue escaped limply between her lips.
Her cheeks were soaked with tears of enjoyment.
Her face was nothing more than a mask of pure lust, the body offered without return.
"…a doll… A toy… A slave to laughter…"
And she exploded.
Her sex pulsed in uncontrollable waves, violently contracting her walls.
A burning jet of pleasure shot out of her, splashing the machine, flooding the floor in an indecent splash.
Her arch became an impossible arch, her entire body seized in a divine jolt.
Her laughter existed only as a broken note, a long, trembling moan, interspersed with uncontrollable spasms.
Her feet still quivered, electrified under the feathers.
Her palpitating breasts trembled, each vibration keeping them on the edge of orgasm.
Her clitoris dripped, her entire body convulsing under the impact of devastating pleasure.
And when she finally collapsed, her gaze still fixed on the spiral, Chuckles chuckled softly.
He caressed her disheveled hair, contemplating his new creation.
"Welcome among us, my sweet tickle doll."
Veronica smiled weakly, her glassy eyes reflecting the hypnotic lights. She was happy.
Henry Sweet had drawn features, eyes reddened by sleepless nights.
Since Veronica's disappearance, his life had become a nightmare.
He had alerted the police, launched search notices, scoured the city in search of the slightest clue. But nothing, no trace of his wife. Just a cruel absence, an unbearable void in their once-filled home.
Until that morning when his computer beeped as he received a new email. The sender was unknown. The subject…
"The new star of the circus – 'Bimbo Giggle'"
His heart tightened as his trembling hands clicked on the attached file and the screen darkened.
Then… the curtain opened. Lively music filled the room from the computer’s speakers
.
The spotlights lit up in multicolored beams, illuminating the main stage.
The audience cheered, stamping their feet in impatience.
Then she appeared, and Henry thought he would die on the spot. Veronica.
But… it was no longer her.
She strutted on stage with a lascivious grace, each step accentuating the indecent curves of her new body.
Her hair was a brilliant blonde, her skin shining under the spotlights.
A multicolored ultra-tight corset cinched her waist and lifted her bouncy breasts, displaying an outrageous cleavage.
A bouffant tulle miniskirt revealed her long legs sheathed in fishnet stockings.
High varnished heels completed her transformation.
But it was her face that broke Henry. Her big eyes made up with glittery eyeshadow sparkled with a stupid gleam. Her full lips, painted a garish pink, formed a beatific smile.
And her laughter… A light laughter. Crystalline. Constant. A laughter of ecstasy. A laughter of submission.
"Ladies and gentlemen… WELCOME OUR TICKLE DOLL: BIMBO GIGGLE!"
The audience exploded in cheers. Clowns surged around her, surrounding their new star.
Veronica settled docilely on a velvet armchair in the center of the stage, raising her arms above her head in a provocative gesture.
Her wrists locked into silk handcuffs, her ankles fixed to an ornate footrest.
She was already moaning, excited by what was to follow.
The clowns approached, fingers outstretched, armed with feathers, brushes, small diabolical instruments.
When they started, Veronica immediately burst into laughter, her body arching under the wave of familiar sensations.
Her breasts bounced under the effect of the light caresses on her ribs.
Her toes, varnished an obscene red, curled under the brushes that slid over her sensitive soles.
Her belly shivered, her skirt riding up with each uncontrollable spasm.
— "HHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHHHAHAHHAHA ! YESSSSSS ! TICKLE ME MOOOOORE !!"
The clowns complied with pleasure, teasing, scratching, brushing, pressing every sensitive area.
And the more they tortured her, the more she laughed, the more she came.
Her face lit up with a perverse ahegao, her eyes full of tears of laughter, her tongue hanging out, her cheeks on fire.
She was nothing more than a doll of ecstasy.
A creature programmed to laugh, beg… and come.
Every night, the circus exhibited her.
Every night, the audience shouted her name.
Bimbo Giggle, the doll of laughter, the slave of the clowns.
The blood drained from his face, his heart pounding to bursting. He had no doubt.
It was his wife. It was Veronica. But… it was no longer her.
Henry moved away from the screen, trembling, horrified.
A small "ding" sounded.
A new message, a simple text.
"Don't be sad, Henry. The clowns make me happy. ❤️🎪"
