Friday, October 11, 2019

Kinktober 2019 Prompt 11: Clown

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, F/m, mind control, and related sexual content.  All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.

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Wakey wakey, sleepyhead! Geez, what’s taking you so long? I didn’t use that much knockout gas in that trick flower. Least I don’t think I did, did I? I used less than I usually dose Nightfall with, and I figure she’s probably built up some kinda resistance by now…

Oh goody, you’re awake! ...And you’re already screaming. Why does everyone have to be so scared of clowns these days? We used to be fun and lovable, but then some jerkoff in Maine wrote a creepy book that hit it big, and now everyone thinks I spend my time eating kids in storm drains!

I mean, look at me! I’ve got the cutest little red pigtails, a big poofy green-and-white dress and striped stockings, and a figure that should be dropping jaws from three counties over! But whenever people look at me, all they see is the pale white skin and the facepaint before they run away screaming! Really, with discrimination like that, can you blame a girl for indulging in a little bit of supervillainy here and there to blow off some steam?

...Wow, you’re still screaming? Wait, is this because of the clown thing, or because I kidnapped you? It’s about the kidnapping, isn’t it? Man, oh man, is my face red! Well, not literally, because… you know… skin condition. But you know what I mean!

You might wanna think about stopping, though; it’s not gonna do you any good. That gag you’re wearing is a neato bit of tech I threw together from a couple things I stole from Maynard Industries. It looks like a normal panel gag, but that bulb on the inside automatically inflates until it’s juuuust big enough to completely fill your mouth! You can’t see it from this end, but I even painted a great big happy smile on the front to make it look extra adorable!

Besides, in case the flickering lights and rusty machinery weren’t cluing you in, this ain’t exactly Main Street. We’re in an abandoned pie factory on the outskirts of Harken City - cliched, I know, but sometimes you just wanna roll out an old classic. Point is, you can scream at the top of your lungs until you’re blue in the face, but no one’s gonna come running to save you.

And you’re definitely not freeing yourself without any help, either. Not after all the time I spent making sure you can’t move a muscle!

Seriously, you’re so wrapped up I can barely even tell you’re struggling! It was a hassle and a half modifying the dentist’s chair you’re laying on to add all those belts, but boy, did it ever pay off! Your arms, your body, your legs - they’re all pinned down too tight to even twitch, aren’t they?

I even took all your clothes off to make sure the belts would be as tight as possible! That’s why you’re naked right now - well, okay, it’s one of the reasons you’re naked right now. One of the other reasons is so I can ogle you as much as I like!

...What, can you blame me? You’re a cute guy with a nice bod, and there’s nothing I like more than teasing cute guys! Except maybe teasing cute girls, or playing with Nightfall, or riding Creepervine’s - whoops, got a little distracted there.

Anyway, in case you somehow missed the pair of stocks your feet are locked in, the belts weren’t the only thing I added to the chair. I even drilled a couple extra holes in it so I could thread some shoelaces through them and tie your toes up! Maybe I went a bit overboard, but I figured this’d be more fun if I made you so helpless you couldn’t even twitch your toes!

That’s why I went ahead and taped your fingers to the armrests, too. I probably could’ve just used some fist mitts or something, but this way you can’t move your fingers, either! And with that posture collar around your neck linked to the headrest, and the Gwen hood I pulled over your head before I gagged you, I’m pretty sure the only part of you that can move is your eyes!

And your dick, but I’ll be getting to that later. In more ways than one...

But enough about you and how completely helpless you are, let’s talk more about me! I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, but you’ve fallen into the fiendish clutches of none other than Pratfall, the greatest villain in all of Harken City!

...What’s with that look? Wait, do you seriously not recognize me? Have you been living under a rock or something? I’ve robbed every bank and business in Harken City at least twice! I’ve captured and tied up Nightfall more often than any other villain out there - and believe me, that’s saying something! I even teamed up with the Humiliatrix once and paddled Iron Maiden on national television!

Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? Sure, you might not know me now, but you’ll have plenty of time to learn all about me while we’re working together!

Yep, you heard me right! Long story short, I’ve been a little short on henchmen for a while. Turns out that even in a city with the most capture-prone heroine on the planet, it’s really hard to find people who wanna dress up in matching jumpsuits and get punched in the face for a living. So a few nights ago, while me and Creepervine were having one of our little “get-togethers”, I asked him how he never seems to run out of minions, and he told me he just uses his pollen to mind-control random people and make them do his dirty work!

At least, that’s what he said the second time I asked him. The first time, he just told me not to talk with my mouth full or else he’d have to punish me harder, but that’s a whole ‘nother story!

Oh hey, you’re struggling again! Or are you? Like I said, it’s hard to tell since I did such a great job tying you down.

Either way, I guess that means you figured out what all those TV screens I’ve got hanging above your chair are for! Too bad you didn’t figure out it out before I turned them on, but points for trying!

Wow, look how hard you’re trying to close your eyes! It’s too late, though - once you see it, you can’t look away until it’s done! Heck, if I wasn’t immune to it, I’d probably have started drooling my brains out right next to you just from watching the reflection in your eyes!

But I sure can’t blame you for not wanting to look away. Those pictures I took are some of my best work! So many great shots of my luscious thighs, my bombastic butt, and of course, my great big boobies! And if we’re being honest, that one set I did of me sucking on a dildo could probably melt most men’s brains into goo even without the brainwashing stuff!

Of course, the brainwashing stuff really helps speed things along. I pulled out all the stops on this video - flashing lights, subliminal messages, hypnotic triggers in the music, and so much more. I bet you can’t even hear my voice anymore, can you? Maybe you’re still picking it up somewhere in the back of your mind, but you can’t really focus on anything but the video anymore.

That’s okay, that means it’s working! Watching it makes you feel really good, doesn’t it? All those sexy pictures of yours truly worming their way into your brain, making you hornier and hornier. And the hornier you get, the dumber and more obedient you get! You’re gonna be such a great minion, I can already tell!

Aww, just look at your cock! It’s already twitching like crazy with every word I say! You haven’t even been watching for more than a minute or two, and you’re already drooling over me!

Well, if you think you’re head over heels for me now, just wait! By the time the video’s over, you’ll be completely addicted to the sight of me! You’ll do whatever I want whenever I want it, just for the teeniest, tiniest chance you’ll get to look at my boobies some more!

And speaking of my boobies - whoops, looks like they just popped out of my dress! That’s the problem with a low neckline, isn’t it? It’s too bad your eyes are still glued to the video. If a couple pics of my titties are enough to leave you dripping precum, I bet seeing the real thing would make you cum on the spot!

But even if you can’t look at them, maybe you can enjoy them a different way! Just give me a minute to get into the right position here, and… ta-daaaaa!

I know you can’t look down, what with the video and the posture collar and everything, but you can still feel it, can’t you? My big, soft, pillowy boobs wrapped around your dick, pumping up and down and up and down and up and down until you’re ready to burst?

Too bad you can’t cum yet, or this’d be way more fun for you!

Whoops, didn’t I mention that yet? Until the video ends, your orgasms are completely locked down so they won’t distract you! Pretty neat, huh?

If it makes you feel any better, think of it like a training exercise to help you be a better minion! Every time I pump my boobs, a bit more of your free will is gonna get sucked into your cock! Bit by bit, all your fear and anger about what I’m doing to you is leaving your brain and building up in your balls, waiting until the moment my video is done frying your brain.

And when that happens in about… um.. 45 minutes from now, you’re going to spray the biggest load of your life all over my face and boobies, and all your free will is going to go with it and never, ever come back! You’re going to be my cute little boob-addicted minion forever, and you’re going to love every second of it!

But it’s not like you have much free will left by now anyway, is it? You’re just lying there with a dopey look on your face, watching dirty pictures of me flash by and begging to cum. I knew you weren’t all that bright when I nabbed you, but you sure gave in quick!

Still, I’m gonna go ahead and make you finish watching the video anyway, just to be safe. Wouldn’t wanna turn it off midway through and have the brainwashing wear off in the middle of a job or something, would I? Don’t worry, though - I’ll be right here with you every step of the way until it’s done!

After all, what kind of clown would I be if I couldn’t keep people’s spirits up?

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