God Hand - Joker

"Cheer up, joker slut," Shannon commanded, her voice softer than usual. She dropped down beside the brunette, bringing an arm around Olivia's back to rest her hand at the opposite shoulder.

"That's what I am, aren't I?" Olivia sulked. "I wanted that lion to want me. I really did. I wanted it to fuck me wild. I made a complete fool of myself in front of all those people."

"You stupid bitch!" Shannon leapt to her feet, the bite of her offense at Olivia's sadness clear in her tone as she spun to look down at her joker. "Look around you."

"What are you talking about?" Olivia peered up, bleary-eyed.

"Can you think of a better place to start your new life?"

"I don't-"

"Listen," Shannon commanded. "You're a joke. A hot, busty joke. Your tits are so big they make clown shoes look like ants." Shannon's lip crooked when she noticed Olivia grow somber, so she flicked one of the woman's bare nipples, her jester's yelp satisfaction enough for Shannon's sopping cunt as she strung the Godhand's errand whore along like a dumb mutt. "You haven't thought of the good side. Think of all the people you can please by shaking those babies around. Add in some stunts and that silly costume, you'll have everyone laughing so hard they'll forget they had anything else in their pathetic lives."

"You mean-"

"I mean that when people laugh at you, they laugh at you. Every time you perform, you become the focus. You'll be noticed, recognized, acknowledged-"

"Respected," Olivia forwarded. She wiped her eye, a bit of cheer picking up within her.

"Sure," Shannon lied. Though ridiculed is more like it. "After you hone your skills, people will be lining up to see how much of a fool you are." The smile that spread on Olivia's face nearly made Shannon fall to her knees in orgasm after orgasm right that second. She'd sown the seeds into the bint, now to follow through.

"I could be a great jester!" Olivia beamed, her delight dashed when another thought crossed her mind. "I need more practice."

"I'll train you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she brought a heel up to the left of Olivia, resting it there to leave her crotch on display in front of the girl. "A good ringleader always helps her acts go smoothly. In return, I expect full obedience from my silly little joker slut." She cracked her whip in a show of dominance. The chirpiness glimmering in Olivia's eyes made Shannon's loins melt with arousal.

"Teach me!" Olivia shouted with excitement. "I promise to do whatever you want, just teach me how to be a better joke."

Shannon smirked. She would have a lot of fun corrupting this one. "The first thing you have to remember is that your breasts are worth nothing more than a good laugh. Treat them like any other oversized prop."

Olivia listened intently, eyes focused on the words mouthed from the lips of her ringleader.

"That's the most important lesson. The second lesson you need to learn is how to make the most of your other assets."

"My other assets?"

"Stand up."

As she did, Olivia wondered what her mentor planned to teach her.

"Now turn around, shove that jester stick in your ass, bend over and shake it for me."

Olivia curiously eyed the jester stick for only a second, then her face lit up when she realized the pay-off. Doing as asked, the hard shaft made her wince for but an instant, and the tiny bells jingled while she frantically shook her rear side to side. Her mistress' laughter made her shake it faster.

"Oh, oh, that's too good," Shannon worked hard to compose herself, doubled over with her hands resting at her thighs. "Please, stop, it's too much."

Hope and delight welled up within her as she stood erect, popping the stick out, savoring that soreness for the first time in her new career. No pain no gain.

Shannon at last regained her composure. "With experience, you can slide it in and out of your sorry ass."

"What next, what next!" Olivia cheered, the eager student.

Shannon cocked her head side to side in mock-thought, gazing up and out, settling her eyes down on Olivia when she said, "No. I don't think I want to tell you any more today."

"Please!" Olivia pleaded. "I'm ready. I want to be a good jester. Tell me the next lesson, I can take it."

Shannon smiled. "That's what I like about you Olivia, you have a lot of spirit. Down on your hands and knees."

Bursting with pride, Olivia dropped down as instructed, and in that time her ringleader had stood and closed the gap between them. She registered Shannon's weight pressing against her lower back, the demon's hot and damp crotch betraying Shannon's true feelings contained within.

"I'm going to ride you while I teach you the next lesson. Do think you can handle it? Or are you going to wuss out on me and leave?"

"I'm ready!"

"Then crawl."

Olivia yelped at the feel of Shannon's wand penetrating her sex, filling the void and stretching her walls. Putting her mind over it, she began her trek, ordered to make circles around the tent. She hadn't noticed at first, but her very peak of her nipples rubbed the ground softly, teasing her puffy pinkness. She fought the feel of the wand as her ringleader shifted it left and right, in and out, alternating between slow and fast to throw her off. She felt like a car, or a pack mule, and her vagina was the steering wheel.

"Lesson three, joker slut. When someone insults you, it's a compliment."

"It i-UUUHHHNNN" she moaned as Shannon drove her wand deeper, hitting the perfect spot.

"Don't interrupt your mistress. Where was I? Ah yes. Normal people don't take insults lightly. Jesters are different. They know that as a good joke, insults are part of the fun. Any time someone says you have a vagina so wide you can fit an elephant, squeezes your breasts, or does anything else that would offend normal people, they're saying you're a good joker slut."

"Really?"

"No, I'm lying," Shannon sarcastically remarked. "How dense can you be? You should take a few seconds to think about what you're saying instead of how much you love having my wand in your foolish cunt."

"I can't help it, I love being stuffed!"

"You're learning!" a pleased Shannon said. "Stop here. We're ready for your next lesson."

Shannon hopped off her pet, allowing Olivia to rise. The brunette blinked at the large grey elephant, distracted when she felt Shannon whip her wand out. The spots of lust left her eyes before her ringleader spoke again.

"Lesson four. I want you," Shannon pointed at her, "to fuck this," she brought her arm out as if showing it off.

Olivia gaped, staring over to Shannon and back, eyes zooming in on it. "You expect me to have sex with that?"

"Why not? You can expect me to make you fill that vagina of yours with large objects every time you perform, and an elephant is the biggest. Besides, I can tell you with certainty that he's a real champ."

"I'm not a demon! I can't do everything you can."

In a huff, Shannon snarled at her trainee. "Look, do you want to be my jester or not? If you can't cut it, you can leave."

Olivia became lost in thought, plucking her only real choice from the pile of them bouncing around in her head. She knew what she had to do, and she ambled slowly toward her next assignment.

Shannon grinned.

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Gene stepped into the circus tent again, glancing around when a light shone down on a box a few feet ahead. He saw the distinct image of a jester's head painted on the front.

"Introducing our special guest, volunteering for yet another wonderful show!" Shannon squeaked.

"Not this bitch again," Gene groaned. "Where's Olivia?"

"Patience, Godhand. I have a very special surprise for you!"

The crank turned on the side of the box, music floating about, when the top flipped open. In that instant, a red figure launched from the box, hurtling in midair. Gene tried to place the familiar yelp of the woman, who he watched bounce on the tip of her toes briefly, only to fall forward, grunting as her breasts mashed into the ground.

"Who's this joker?" Gene said, while the woman got to her feet and rose her head to reveal... "Olivia?!"

It couldn't be. Despite the tint of her hair and the shape of her face, it had to be someone else. A clone, a double, a twin. It dawned on him as he looked at the clothes she wore.

"Shannon, this is low even for a demon bitch like you. I won't go easy on you for looking like Olivia, in fact I think I'll have a lot more fun spanking you this time. Props on that ridiculous new costume, it looks great on Olivia's body."

Olivia grinned. Gene liked it! Eager to show off, she teetered left and right in her walk toward him, acting as if the shift in her breasts threw her balance off. Finally, she fell back, breasts jostling around then coming to rest at the same time that her spread legs allowed her to flash him with her mound. Rummaging beneath her skirt with her hands, she caught hold of the first handkerchief within her pussy and started pulling out the long line of them, one after another. Proudly, she held up the last in the line, waiting for approval.

"I don't have time for your games," Gene said. "Fight me or get out of the way."

Olivia's nostrils flared as she smacked the ground with a hand and popped up, stomping to Gene. The bells on her jester suit jingled all about her. Fine, he wants a fight? I'll give him one so bad he'll have no choice but to laugh. She high-kicked toward his face, again baring her sex to his eyes as he backed away. Her breasts did their duty, and she flopped face-first to the ground. Her ass upraised, she repeated the act taught her by Olivia. With the skirt hiked up to her waist, her "Kick Me!" tattoo showed in its vibrant black hue on her buttocks as she shook it vigorously.

"What kind of move is that?" Gene scoffed. "Whatever, if all you're going to do is make a fool of yourself, I'm leaving. You can do that in your own damn time."

Her fury rose as Gene stepped around her and headed toward the opposite end of the tent. She jumped and tugged Gene back by the collar of his jacket and threw him to the ground. Gene at her mercy as he was, Olivia shot a burst of black paint at him from the nipple nozzle inside the top of her left breast. The Godhand rolled to the side in time for the paint to splatter where his head had laid seconds prior.

"Oooh, Gene!" Olivia cried out as she rammed the jester stick into her pussy, thrusting it in and out. She gasped and moaned, the sound of her bells making her wetter than the rod itself. "Laugh at me Gene. Your joker slut wants you to have a good laugh."

"Nice Olivia impression," Gene remarked, perplexed at the wide grin that suddenly shone on the woman's face. "I don't know what your deal is, but we'll play later. I have a woman to save." Just as he stood and walked toward the exit again, he saw the woman take the stick out and go to hit him with it. With a simple backflip, he sensed the jester stick whiz by harmlessly. The second time she tried, he side-dodged with ease. The third, he merely dropped back for a second as she hopped on her toes. It was at this point, with her breasts dangling above his head, that Gene decided to take advantage of the moment. He dodged around to behind her and deftly grabbed a handful of each breast.

His hands pumped and squeezed the mamms roughly, his enemy cowering down onto her knees as she squirted red and black paint across the ground. He ignored the increasingly loud moans popping off the woman's mouth. As he reached the crescendo of his attack, he pulled her up high in the final rough squeeze, then released her to drop in a pile.

"Had enough yet?" he asked.

"That.." Olivia panted, "that was great Gene! Here, kick me." In seconds, she had returned to standing, showing him the tattoo once again. When he had the audacity to nudge her with his boot, she spun around with another high kick that made her topple over. This time, her attempt led her into his lap. She grew moist when she felt his strong, rough Godhand smack against her pert rear. So this is the power of the Godhand! Her juices slickened her thighs as he wailed on her ass, launching her across the circus tent to bounce off a rubber ball.

Then, the next phase kicked in. The layers of her jester suit dropped away, baring Olivia's body to her former ally, revealing the new tattoos. Her lines went in curls and waves like her mentor's, a bright, vibrant red that drew the eye to follow its path like a maze. "Come on Gene, don't you wanna laugh at how ridiculous my breasts are?" She posed, hands behind her head, stretching luxuriously to show them off. "They're huge!"

"Shannon, you can insult them all you want, but Olivia's breasts are beauts."

"LAUGH AT ME!"

When Gene saw her rushing toward him, he knew he had to act fast. He scanned his surroundings for something to throw and grabbed the first thing he saw: a pie. Several. These should stop her in her tracks. Picking one up, he threw it at the woman, halting her straight away when it mushed against her right breast. The second pie Gene threw glanced off the side of Olivia's left breast, and the sheer force made her drop a few steps back. A third hit her square in the face, a fourth smearing into her crotch. By the time he tossed the fifth, she had enough presence of mind to turn. She felt the soft creamy goodness of pie on her breasts, caking her pubes, hiding those two famous words of her tattoo. She let out an orgasmic wail.

"That's a good look on you," Gene said. "Can I go now?"

"Not yet, Gene!" Olivia shouted. In a sprint, she ran to the side and jumped on the trampoline, coming back around to wrap her legs around Gene's head. By then, it was too late. She pinned his head to the ground, her creamed mound pressed against his mouth. With a backward somersault, she sat on Gene's knees. Her hands quickly undid the clasp of his belt, unzipped his fly and removed his member. "You're so impatient, we'll skip to the grand finale!"

Gene saw her moving her mouth toward it. In a split second, he realized the potential danger of sharp teeth there and did the one thing that came to mind. Grabbing her sides, Gene hoisted her up and dropped her onto his shaft.

The rest was clockwork. He pumped her up and down, her moans drowning out the bells of her jester suit. She shuddered, her fingers tweaking her nipples with the cream pie base.

"OOOOOHHH, yes Gene, yes, yes, yes!" she cried out. "Keep going Gene! Make me a tired joke." Her moans capped in one final loud wail, body convulsing with the pleasure coursing through it. Then, she slumped, panting for breath. She felt him piston in and out of her, her own body limp as a rag doll as he finished up inside her, his load shooting deep. Thrown to the side, she glanced up at him, zipping and buckling up.

"That fight was a joke," Gene said.

"Oooooh," Olivia held her loins, speaking dreamily. "No more. I can't take any more..."

"That was quite a show!" Shannon announced. Sliding down the pole again, she strutted over to her exhausted pet and looked between Olivia's legs. "You left her a souvenir! How touching! Next time you can leave one for me!"

"Shannon?! Then who-"

"Every queen needs a jester. The only way to fully appreciate a real woman is to watch someone like her in action. Now that you've seen how foolish your little errand whore is, maybe you'll be more eager to play with me for our next show."

"What did you do to her?" he shouted.

"I showed her her true self. Every woman has a wild side to her she's waiting to show off to the right man. Don't you want to see mine?"

"Not a chance. Back away, I'm taking Olivia with me."

Gene jumped back when Shannon sent hearts toward him. He dodged them in the nick of time, but when he recovered, he saw the teleporting bus rush in and come to a quick halt. His eyes caught sight of one of Olivia's jester shoes turning around the front of the bus, then saw them both through the windows, Olivia laid in the seat nearest the window and Shannon beside her.

"I'll show you a wicked good time when we meet again, Godhand," Shannon cooed.

"I'll make you laugh... next... time..." Olivia said in her ragged panting.

"No, wait!" Gene called after as the bus sped off through another portal.