Right Door

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right above the scene, she suddenly realized that she knew the names of everyone and how they got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold right beneath her.

"Wasn't that hard, was it?" sneered Helmut, tapping his absurdly large shoe, "Would have been much easier if you had just agreed to the stunt again instead of making such a fuzz."

"Yeah, she has such a temper for an 18 year old," smirked Klyde shaking his carefully painted head, "But who knows, maybe she'll eventually learn what is expected of her."

"It's right in her job description for god's sake, how can the girl be so dense?" he groaned, turning towards the bound, naked woman.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Hard to make your point with that gag between your teeth, but I don't care either way. So let's recap the performance, shall we?"

Klyde looked at Daphne expectantly. The angry girl just stared back, her beautiful breasts choked by unforgiving rope and quickly gaining color.

After a few seconds of silence, only interrupted by Helmut's taps, the girl finally nodded in defeat.

"Alright. So Helmut and I bind you to that pole out there in the ring. Of course, we'll first put that twinkling, slutty costume on you so you won't offend anyone in the beginning. We'll fool around doing our usual program and then we start with the… Ah, you know what? Let's be spontaneous! Let's take some risks! We'll just do what comes naturally out there, right?"

Klyde looked straight into her eyes, judging if they had gone too far. He would hate to lose such a stunning, young assistant and he had lost more than one before.

Helmut approached the bound girl and put the sparkling little dress on her body. He adjusted the piece carefully, making sure that her round, swollen breasts were adequately covered. Then, he smacked her barely covered ass and cheered, "Let's go!"

It was a tough crowd. There was much more booing than applause and Helmut knew instantly that this one would be tough to win.

"We have to give everything, Klyde." he whispered, "Remember what we talked about the other night? I think it's time for it."

The two clowns clumsily pulled the struggling young woman towards the pole and, with much effort, wrapped a few thick ropes around her body. Helmut smiled as he heard the first giggles.

Then, Klyde took the little tricycle and did his usual rounds while Helmut took his position right next to the girl, looking as inconspicuous as he could muster. One of his hands wrapped around a wonderfully hard, fabric-covered breast-ball while the other readied the little horn in his pocket. And just when Helmut pretended to honk on his tricycle, he squeezed the tight ball as hard as he could while also making the horn hoot as loud as he could.

More people were giggling.

Now, the clown looked startled and started to examine the girl's breast more closely while his partner continued to drive around doing his tricks.

Helmut pushed his finger into the taut, round flesh. Another hoot. Visibly wondering what the hell was going on, the clown examined the bound girl with more vigor, peeling the flimsy clothing from her upper body.

The audience gasped when they saw the bare, bound boobs glowing. But Helmut went on with his program, put his ear against the round breast and pretended to listen. After a few moments of silence, he tentatively squeezed the naked breast again and sure enough, there was another toot!

The audience was roaring by now and the two clowns knew they had them in their pocket. Klyde joined Helmut and together they alternately squeezed one of Daphne's boobs, each squeeze accompanied by a loud toot.

Poor Daphne was grimacing in pain. What was the point of being so rough with her? The trick would work just as well if the two idiots would be gentle with her boobs! She wriggled around, protesting as much as she could when suddenly Helmut ripped her flimsy dress away completely, baring the rest of her body. With a mischievous grin, he put his ear next to her bare pussy, the finger on his lips signaling the audience to listen.

The whole circus fell silent, eager to see what would happen next.

Suddenly, the horn tooted, causing everyone to laugh out loud. The two clowns looked at each other, puzzled, and repeated the scene. After a bit of silence, it tooted again!

Daphne wondered what silly prank the two clowns had planned this time. It surely wasn't how the scene usually went. Helmut then moved right in front of her, baring the view of the audience.

Daphne suddenly felt an immense pressure against her nether lips and squeaked surprised when something large popped inside her body, making her blush. Helmut brought his head close to hers and whispered, "Just squeeze your little pussy as hard as you can when you get the signal!"

Helmut stepped away again and put his ear on her belly. Daphne was overwhelmed by the tightness down there and wondered what that brute had **** inside her body so unceremoniously. She could feel the clown's hand touching her thigh.

Suddenly, he pinched her. Daphne was startled but then squeezed her pussy as hard as she could. A muffled little toot emerged from her depths. The audience roared.

The two clowns proceeded with the ****, squeezing Daphne's tits and prodding her stuffed sex, eliciting toot after toot out of her pained body.

Finally, Helmut made a great show about examining this wondrous tooting pussy and dug deep to retrieve the instrument. With a swift pull and an accompanying toot, he freed the horn from its wet confines and proudly showed it to the ecstatic crowd.

"Great job, Daphne!" Helmut beamed, jiggling the girls breast teasingly, "I think we just found out how to improve our signature performance. We just need to exercise those muscles down there a bit to make the tooting in the end a bit more convincing.!"

"Happy to help with that!" smirked Klyde, "Can't have enough exercise, can you?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.