Flying feathers and target practice

Once again, the carousel stopped.

Mayor Peggy Jackson looked down. Two clowns were dragging something towards her on a small wheeled cart. The crowd made way for them as they levered it into place and whisked off the covering tarpaulin with a flourish to reveal what it was.

A barrel.

With some ceremony, the taller of the two clowns took a crowbar out of his pants. He stuck it into the top of the barrel, and cracked off the lid, revealing the contents. They were black, or at least very dark brown, and liquid. The surface was perfectly still. The smaller of the clowns gave the cart a shove so that Peggy would be positioned perfectly above it.

The chains began to lower her down.

Peggy kicked and shrieked, and did her best to knock over the barrel, but it was stable and the mouth was too wide to brace herself on. She was lowered all the way down into the cold, sticky barrel of molasses, then still lower, as if the barrel was somehow, inexplicably deeper than it was tall. She drew her feet up, trying to keep the tips of her toes out of the syrup as long as possible, but gravity could not be defied. It crept up her calves, clung to her thighs, crawled over her pussy, submerged her great big tits, filled her protesting mouth and finally closed over the very top of her blonde head.

The chains let her soak it in for a moment, then reversed direction, pulling her out again. She was dragged all the way back up in the air, sputtering, flustered, her entire nude body now coated in molasses and gleaming in the lights of the carnival. The crowd watched with interest, not quite sure where this was going.

With a clank, the carousel rotated. It spun until the next girl, Bonnie, was positioned over the barrel of molasses. Below Peggy, the clowns were rolling in another barrel.

When they pried the top off this one, it was full of small white feathers.

Peggy was lowered into the barrel, complaining all the way. When she was drawn out again, she was a mass of feathers from head to toe. Bonnie, meanwhile, was being dunked in the molasses, and not liking it one bit.

The carousel rotated another notch.

This time, it was Bonnie's turn to be dunked in the feathers, while Susie got the molasses. Meanwhile, the mayor hung in the spotlight, spitting out feathers and wondering what all this would do for her re-election chances. Probably improve them. And at least the feathers were now covering her nudity, more or less.

That's what she was thinking when the first jet of water hit her navel.

The mayor shrieked and twisted in midair, dislodging a few feathers. Another jet of water, freezing cold, hit her thigh, washing off some of the molasses and baring a small patch of skin. She blinked away the feathers in front of her eyes, and saw Jason, aiming at her. The clowns had started handing out water guns.

"Esteemed ladies and gentlemen," Trapp said, sorrowfully. "I'm afraid life is not without its little struggles. I could hardly let the girls hang here without anything at all to protect their dignity! If you wish to see our Naked Lady Flying Squad in their natural state - that's completely stark bare buck naked - I'm afraid you'll have to earn it."

A jet of water hit Peggy's nipple, blowing away the feathers and leaving it completely bare. The carousel rotated again, and Susie was feathered while Miss Megan Honey had her first close molasses encounter. Bonnie, feathered all over, yelped as two jets of water hit her simultaneously in the face and in the pussy. The mayor was now being subject to a concerted attack on her great big tits, the molasses and feathers sloughing away as her keen-eyed constituents sprayed her clean.

The carousel rotated again.

Naturally, tits and pussy were targeted first. It took about a third of a rotation to bare Peggy's breasts completely, except for a few lingering feathers and a syrupy sheen, as well as to once more expose her inner thighs and the gilded triangle of her vagina. Another third to clean up the rest of her body and restore her to a state of complete nudity. The guns kept spraying, the cameras flashing, as she was slowly rotated towards her ultimate destination.

"Welcome back," said Trapp, as the chains creaked and she was once more lowered into the barrel of molasses.