Clown panty raid!

"Well, well, well," scolded Violette, getting up off the old wooden sea chest she'd been sitting on. "So many lovely suggestions! But which one should we try first? There's no hurry, girls. I think these two little panty perverts are in for a long, long..."

The sea chest popped open. Out jumped a clown, surprisingly handsome in his moon-white pierrot costume, holding a huge old-fashioned camera. He started taking pictures of the harlequin girls, in their bras and panties and towels and some of them in nothing at all.

The girls squealed and tried to cover themselves, twisting this way and that. One of them threw open a wardrobe door, trying to get more clothes, and was confronted instead by the spectacle of another clown, this one with a big custard pie that he promptly threw in her face. He leaped out into the room, pulling more custard pies from out of his trousers and throwing them around willy-nilly at the shrieking harlequins as the first clown continued to take pictures.

More clowns emerged, from gaps in the tent and underneath tables and huge Ming vases that had just been sitting there for some reason. A modesty divider fell over, revealing a large steamy shower stall with nine or ten lovely girls, slender as ballerinas, stark naked and soaking wet with nothing but soap bubbles to hide their charms. The clown with the camera instantly turned on them.

Some of the harlequin girls went on the attack, slapping the clown's faces and hitting them over the head with hairbrushes and bouquets of roses. Some clowns simply ignored them, too busy rifling through panty drawers and trying on makeup to care. Others fought back, tripping up girls and slapping their bottoms and twitching away towels and generally teasing them with how completely impotent they were.

Violette tried to kick a clown in the balls. He dodged nimbly out of the way, spun around behind her and pulled her tights down, exposing her heart-patterned white panties. She fell over.

Another clown, this one with a sack, was going around the room de-pantying girls. Each pretty slim harlequin would try to fight. Sometimes three or four of them would start wrestling the sack clown all at once, but he was much stronger than they were, and there was nothing they could do to stop him pinning down each one of the sexy acrobat ladies and pulling her panties down, over her lovely thighs and off her kicking ankles.

Four of the shower girls made a dash for the tent flap. Susie heard a roar of laughter from outside, the sound of a large carnival crowd who'd just seen a bunch of soaking wet naked women, fresh from the shower, run into their midst. The sack clown looked up, and saw her.

She backed away, but there was nowhere to run. Bonnie balled up her fists and started to rain blows down on the clown, but he just offered a daffy smile, seemingly immune to the worst **** she could dish out. The tomboy grabbed a glass vase from a nearby dressing table and broke it over his head, but it did nothing to stop him from turning Susie upside-down by her ankles and effectively de-pantying her.

Then he did the same to Bonnie.

Having gained their panties for his collection, the sack clown lost interest in our heroines, wandering off to collect Violette's hearts. Bonnie and Susie looked at each other nervously. Some of the bottomless harlequins had made a break for it. Others were huddled in the centre of the room, watching the clowns approach, with feather dusters and ping-pong paddles in their white-gloved hands.

It was getting pretty obvious that anyone who didn't want to have hot sex with a cute boy clown ought to leave the room immediately. Of course, leaving the room meant running outside into the carnival, where all the people were.