Susie picks flowers

What a lovely day!

Or possibly night. Susie wasn't quite sure. Was that bright thing the sun or a spotlight? It didn't really matter, as long as there was plenty of visibility. The important thing was that the meadow under the old oak tree was full of lovely daisies, and she was going to make a bushel of them to give to her true love.

And she was even wearing her favourite outfit! Of course, it was the normal outfit she always wore. Susie was a clown, which meant, of course, that she was a very intelligent and decent and respectable young lady, who always kept her composure and never under any circumstances let people do anything rude. Especially not boys. No, Susie thought, as a clown, her dignity and self-respect was of paramount importance. The last thing in the world she would ever, ever do was engage in rude behaviour with boys.

She bent over to pick a particularly lovely flower.

"EEK!" she gasped, and jumped up. A gust of wind had blown her skirt, exposing her pretty pink panties! What if someone had seen? She looked left and right, scanning the clearing, eyes somehow skimming over the huge looming mass at the edge of the meadow which looked almost if it had a thousand smiles, and saw nobody.

Thank heaven, thought Susie. It would be incredibly embarrassing if anyone saw my panties. Good girls didn't do things like that.

As she went back to picking flowers, completely confident in her decision, her thoughts turned once again to boys. Boys were so gross! She hated boys. Luckily, Susie thought, I am always going to win when it comes to boys, because I'm so cool and smart and quick and powerful. Boys will never beat me in anything. She started humming a little tune to herself as she worked, feeling down to her bones that all of the decisions she was making were absolutely the right thing to do.

"See," Miss Trickett explained, watching the show, "they're not pretending. They completely believe it's all really happening. Best way to do the show! Hypnosis is a wonderful thing."

"Mmph," said Bonnie. They were standing in the shadow of a carnival stall, by the old oak tree, watching the clowns' second performance of the night. Word had gotten around that this show was a really good one, and the crowd was now even bigger.

"The trick is to find girls with a very intense fear of public humiliation," Trickett explained, squeezing Bonnie's bottom. The redhead tomboy hadn't been allowed to pull her pants up. Susie's white panties had been jammed in her mouth, since the new clown girl wouldn't need them any more, and her hands were bound firmly behind her back with some of the boy clown's spare rope. "Then make it a hundred times worse! And don't let them admit to themselves that it turns them on, even for a second. Your friend here was a perfect subject! We're going to love having her on staff!"

"MMPH," said Bonnie, hotly, as Trickett pinched her ass a second time. Trickett sighed, rolling her eyes. "Don't look at me like that. Do you know how hard it is to find good clown girls these days? Actually, it's incredibly easy, but still. We're keeping her here forever and ever, to star in our clown show every single night until the stars themselves go out, and there's nothing you can do about it. Unless..."

"Mmph?" said Bonnie, in a very small tone of voice.

"Unless," said Miss Trickett, and squeezed her pussy through her panties, "you can earn her freedom."