God Hand - Joker

Author's Note: Another transfer of an old story to AFF. Second chapter was written a good 8 months later due to input and requests for continuation.

"What do you think the boss wants with this little cocktease?"

"I don't know, but it's going to be a lot of fun seeing Shannon in action."

Olivia trembled on the red and white striped circus stand, the poison chihuahuas yipping at her from below. Legs gathered tight to her chest, she peered up from her head-bowed position to gander once more at Shannon's goons. The one to her right wore a white leather bodice and trilby hat with purple trim, stockings to her knees and sleeves to her elbows. The goon to her left sported the same outfit in blood red, yellow accenting her buxom features, and a tall witch's hat with blades on the brim for flavor. Despite the slender and slight appearance of their bodies, each goon had a menacing power to her, the glint in each blade of the witch hat reminding Olivia all too well.

She sighed. Gene told her about these women many times, how well they fared against his might with or without the God Hand. This knowledge didn't make her feel any better about how easily they abducted her from that hotel room.

The lights cut out in the circus tent, leaving her to wonder. Has Gene found me already?

"Ladies and gentlemen," a female voice blared. The sound echoed through the tent with a tinny after-sound. Olivia blinked as a yellow light burst from one of the surrounding stage lamps. A pink one lit up from the left, both beaming on a tent pole mere feet away from her.

"Please give a warm welcome to our very special guest, Shannon!"

The minions' manic clapping made Olivia's heart lunge at the wall of her chest, only to be forced back, her muscles quivering for balance. Soon, she saw the lithe form of this mystery woman sliding down from above. The hoop earrings of Shannon's elvishly pointed ears could not disguise the curled horns further back on her head, nor could her skimpy leather attire take Olivia's eyes of the many green tattoos. They snaked about the blonde's arms and legs, looping and curling and peeking out from her bondage fetish gear. Above all else, Olivia's eyes lingered on the face. Flawlessly chiseled, the look of pleasure struck a chord in Olivia's heart that she never before felt plucked.

Shannon twirled in circles down the length, her bent leg holding her close. The blonde demoness rubbed her crotch obscenely against the metal pole the whole way down, the woman uttering a few light yet succulent moans until she reached the bottom. As she stepped forward, Shannon set her hands to her hips, her maroon topcoat sporting a wide and tall upward-swooping collar that gave her an air of power and authority that the henchwomen lacked.

"Is this the one that the Godhand mentioned?" Shannon demanded from the goons.

"Yes, mistress!"

Olivia looked at the wand in Shannon's hand, and the tattoos on her skin, and cringed as the woman sauntered, ass waving side to side, from the pole to the stand where she sat. The poison chihuahuas yelped and scurried away from the seductress, who circled the untouched brunette with vulture eyes, watching, analyzing, gauging. Olivia felt Shannon's fingers run through her hair, the sharp tips of the demoness' nails inches from blood-letting. Breath hot as lava licked against the back of her head, a few strands rising and falling with the rush of air when Shannon inhaled her scent. A hand grasped her chin, and she tensed when nails poked at her soft flesh, her eyes settling on the features of a demon bitch from Hell.

"Delicious fear," Shannon cooed. Kicking Olivia's legs out, she saddled herself in the brunette's lap and viciously kneaded her prey's clothed breasts. Shannon's eyes gazed long and curious at the orbs as she molested them, drinking in Olivia's red-faced shame. "Mmm... very nice. It's little wonder why the Godhand keeps you around as his playmate."


"Why are you doing this?" Olivia blurted finally, the words rolling off her tongue without forethought. "I thought Gene said you didn't like other women!"

Shannon looked up at the petty little errand girl of the Godhand with cold, penetrating eyes. "I told him there could be only one queen. You, my dear, are a joker."

"What?!"

"Look at these things!" Shannon mocked as she yanked Olivia's head down, forcing her to look at her own bosom. "Only a clown would have breasts this big. Don't you agree?"

"NO!"

Shannon seethed, her face scrunching at the denial. Being the dominatrix she was, she knew exactly how to deal with it.

"OW!" Olivia yelped as she felt the razor sharp smack of the demoness' palm across her face, her cheek lava hot.

"What was that again? I don't think I heard you."

"Yes! Yes, only a clown would have breasts as big as mine."

Forcing Olivia's head back up, Shannon savored the fear in the other woman's eyes with a pleased smirk. "There's nothing funnier than a woman with bovine breasts. Right, girls?"

"Absolutely, boss," the red-dressed goon said.

"I mean, LOOK at them. Doesn't the mere sight of them make you just... just..."

A shiver ran down Olivia's spine as the heartless bitch of a demon laughed in her face, the two goons joining in with their own cackles. She felt her heart bounce to her throat, then plummet to her ankles as the trio of women had their fun at her expense. It rose back to her chest, paralyzed by the pervading silence that came when all three abruptly stopped, staring cold and hard at her shrinking figure.

"You're not laughing," Shannon glared.

Olivia suddenly felt a smile creep across her face, confusion playing in her mind at her own response. "Wh-what?"

"A joker is supposed to like it when they're ridiculed. Quit pretending you don't enjoy it and give us a nice, hearty laugh."

"But I-" Olivia clamped her mouth shut when she saw anger start to burn in the demoness' eyes. She could resist, but she knew the risk of that. Without options, she fell to the only one that fit.

"Ha.. ha ha... heh.."

"You call THAT a laugh? That was a bigger joke than you are!"

Olivia saw Shannon's nostrils flare and her brows crinkle. She saw the demon's hand begin to move, and she wasn't about to suffer through another slap.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Shannon went from a scowl to a smile in no time, letting her hand rest to her side again. "They're hilarious aren't they? These things are so damn big, I bet you use them as pillows when you sleep. Laugh some more."

As contrived as her laughter was, Olivia did her best to make it sound genuine enough that it assuaged the demon bitch. The grins on each henchwoman beside her added to her shame.

"Louder! Louder!"

Her stomach began to ache from her bellows. She held her sides with her hands, tears forming in the crease of her eyes.

"SHUT IT, JOKER SLUT." Olivia clamped up, back bolting straight and head pulled back at the precise moment Shannon yelled those words in her face.

"Mmm, I think I'm beginning to like you, joker girl. Let's see if you can do any tricks," Shannon hissed softly. Before Olivia had a chance to think about it, she found herself being pulled up from the stand and tossed into the pole Shannon had used to make her entrance.

"Make it good," Shannon cooed with a lustful lilt, settling in where her victim sat seconds ago.

Olivia looked at the demon, then at the pole. Her face scrunched at the demand, a sight that lined Shannon's face with a fury so vibrant that a jittery Olivia set herself into motion. She began by thrusting her pelvis left to right, then placed a hand on the pole and spun around it a couple times... where she lost her grip.

"Aaiiee!" Olivia cried as she fell face-first into the ground. As she stood up, she heard Shannon's unnerving cackle. She made her way back toward the pole when she saw it: there was her captor, roughly rubbing her fingers against the outside of her own crotch. The sight became more disturbing to Olivia when she saw the demoness push the cloth aside and expose her shaved pussy. The whole situation caused Olivia to gawk in shock.

A state that led to her walking right into the pole.

"Ow!" Olivia recoiled, holding her face for a few seconds. Shannon's laughter echoed in her ears, and when she looked up, she saw the woman working her fingers even more furiously into her sex.

"Keep it coming, clown girl," Shannon teased. "This is too exciting."

Olivia was at a loss as she tried to understand the demon's excitement, at the same time as she kept failing in her impromptu performance.

She gyrated as she brought herself lower down the pole, the steel so cool on her pantied mound that it took her by surprise and she accidentally let go of the pole, falling on her ass.

Shannon laughed.

She rebounded too quickly using the pole and rammed her face into it again.

Shannon moaned with erotic pleasure.

She grabbed the pole with both hands and attempted to swing around, only to ram crotch-first into the pole, instinctively wrapping her arms and legs tight around the pole as she coped with the pain that came after.

Shannon undid the clasp of her topcoat and fanned her chest.

When Olivia finally released her vice grip on the pole, she dropped onto her back and opened her eyes to see Shannon shudder and convulse, the demon bitch's overpowering moans rapidly filling the tent. The two henchwomen stood in awed silence as Shannon's orgasm slowly faded, leaving a panting, leaking demoness in its wake.

"I want to clean it!" the red-leathered goon said.

"No, I will!" said the other.

"No," Shannon said with a breathy sigh. "Our jester will clean it. Come over here, slut."

The look of disappointment in the faces of both henchwomen irked Olivia as she flipped over and began to stand. This got her the crack of a whip inches away from her back.

"Not like that you twit! God, you're the most incompetent joker I've ever seen! On your knees?" Shannon spat, carefully crafting her sarcasm in the shape of a non-question.

Dropping back down, Olivia crawled toward the woman. She didn't even get a chance to deal with the horror of what awaited her before she found her head buried into Shannon's pussy, a fingernailed hand holding her in place.

"Get started, and wave your ass like a good mutt," Shannon ordered.

Whimpering, Olivia did as told, lapping at the foul demon's sex as she shook her rear. As she licked, Olivia couldn't get past its taste and texture. The seed of many men trickled out on her tongue with the demon's hell-born juices, making her tongue wretch in ways that only made the assailant howl in delight. All the while, her tormenters' biting laughter cascaded on her ears.

She didn't know how long they had forced her to clean up the mess of fluids, everything flowing together, but in time she heard "That's enough!" from Shannon's lips. Those words and the release of her head were all she needed to yank her head away and wipe away the excess that coated her lips and the tip of her nose. The demon's lusting grin was the last thing she wanted to see right now, as was the sight of Shannon tweaking the purple nipples of her bare breasts.

"I like you," Shannon spat. "There's something about you that's intoxicating. You're liiiiike... the dumb, naive bitch every real woman should have around!"

Still reeling from the recent oral she gave, Olivia hardly registered the vulgarity of Shannon's words, all of them gelling with the rest of her mistreatment. So when the demon bitch began suggesting other acts for her to try, her mind was too numbed and hazed to think of how the woman might pervert them.

"What will you do first..." Shannon considered, a keen eye giving her captive the once over. When she decided, she clapped her hands on one side of her face. "Perfect! Girls, I need you to get me some water balloons."

"Yes, mistress!" they said in unison as they dashed off eagerly to fulfill her request.

"We have some time until they get back. While we wait, how about you bring that ball over here and sit down."

Olivia quickly saw the object and retrieved it, placing it a few feet away from Shannon. The large red and white ball seemed too large and round, and for the briefest second she thought of trying to escape instead of subjecting herself to such an obvious humiliation. As she began to lower herself, Shannon called to her, the outburst enough of a distraction to make Olivia fall flat on her ass as the ball rolled away. The demoness' haughty laugh never faltered.

"Those panties simply have to go," Shannon said.

"What?!" Olivia uttered again in disbelief.

"You heard me. Take off your panties."

Olivia's face turned crimson. Running her hands down the length of her short-skirted dress, she hiked it up to her waist and plied her fingers under the waistband of her panties. In one swooping motion, she brought them down to her ankles. Her skirt, however, did not drop on its own.

"Oh, lovely," Shannon cooed. "I can't wait to use and abuse that."

Tracking the demon's gaze, Olivia became jittery, embarrassment staining her face red. She moved to pull the skirt down, yet the spastic movement of her legs made her feet get tangled up in her lowered panties, causing her to fall flat on her back, pussy in full view of the demoness.

Olivia groaned. Hopping back to her feet, she pulled down her skirt and kicked off her panties just in time for the henchwomen to return with a couple bags. Shannon reached in and removed a couple blue balloons once the bags were placed to either side of her, tossing the balloons toward her pet.

Olivia barely caught them.

"Put them in your top, one at each breast," Shannon barked.

"Why?" Olivia's words shrank as much as she had, turning into whispers as her head dropped to look at her hefty pair.

Shannon sighed in frustration, "Are you really that inept? A good clown makes the most of her clownish features when she performs."

Olivia felt her self-esteem drop further as she slipped each water balloon into place and patted them secure, each one barely fitting into the confines of the fitted top of her dress. The blue plastic peeked out at her cleavage.

"Hmm... not good enough," Shannon assessed. "What else is there? Oh, I know!" Taking out a much smaller red water balloon, she tossed it to Olivia. "I think you know where to put that one."

"But I don't have any-" Olivia blanched when she realized what Shannon wanted. Shifting her skirt back up, the whistles of the female goons got to her as she carefully pushed it into her loins, the balloon stretching her vaginal lips. The skirt returned to its proper state, she waited for the next torment planned for her.

"Okay, you're ready to begin honing your skills! Get the ball and balance it on your head."

As instructed, Olivia grabbed it and carefully used her hands to keep it from falling. Her bosom slid and shifted as she weaved left and right, forward and back, doing her very best to keep the ball from dropping. The light chuckles of the women bore into her as she worked to balance herself despite her mamms.

"Great, now start bouncing, and keep it in the air."

With a hop, the giant beach ball bounced off the top of her head, coming down just in time for her to jump again. Her breasts jumped and jostled with the motion of her body, the hint of blue balloons inside the top of her dress showing off the oscillation of her bosom like a neon glow in the dark. She struggled to keep the last balloon from falling out, an effort that proved for naught when she felt it burst, water trickling down her thighs. The clapping of the female goons nearly threw her off rhythm.

"Faster, faster!"

Under Shannon's orders, Olivia picked up the pace, her tits squeaking loudly from the plastic in front of them. She moved the position of her body forward and back to hit the ball at just the right spot, the act becoming more difficult by the second.

"A good performer shows off in front of her audience," Shannon reminded. "Come closer, I want a better view of your clownish tits bouncing around everywhere like that ball."

Her eyes focused keenly upward as she maintained her momentum, Olivia slowly stepped toward Shannon. The light sound of something scraping against the ground meant nothing to her until she felt the edge of something against her leg. By then, it was too late. Her body lurched over the circus stand, the ball bouncing off her ass and rolling into the distance. Her legs sailed through the air as she completed her forced flip, her back slamming into the dusty dirt, a line of coughs ceasing at the same moment she saw each henchwoman standing to either side of her.

"It looks like you're not ready to handle acts that enhance your chest," Shannon implied with an amused smirk. "Maybe we're going too fast. I can only imagine how hard it must be to perform with those monsters in the way. What was I thinking by telling you to add to them? Girls, help her get those things back to a size she can work with."

Water rushed down Olivia's neck and stomach as the female goons stomped the balloons with the heels of their shoes, each balloon bursting within. The cloth clung to the soaked cups of her dress as the goons yanked her to her feet.

"Ignoring your little mishap, that was a good show," Shannon said, the compliment cutting Olivia deeper than any past insult. "Let's see how you do with..." taking another balloon out, she threw it at Olivia, "juggling!"

Olivia narrowly caught the second one with her other free hand. She looked at the water-filled orbs. She didn't know how to juggle. She never had a reason to. Regardless, there she was, being forced to do it for the amusement of a demon bitch. Tossing one into the air, she switched the second one to her other hand and caught the first, beginning a small cycle.

"Heeeere's another!" Shannon chirped as she lobbed a third over. Olivia got it in the nick of time to add it to her juggling routine. When Shannon gave her a fourth, Olivia's juggling became a bit more frenzied. She felt the plastic graze against the wet blue cloth that clung to her breasts, the light stimulation and the cool mix of water and air causing her nipples to stiffen and poke out.

"I knew you were a natural! Go! Go!" Shannon egged her on, the pace becoming too much for her to bear. Then, out of nowhere, she felt something shatter and splash on her stomach. The force made her double over by instinct, an act that made things change for the worse. One water balloon broke on the ground; another, directly into her face. The third came crashing down on the back of her head, and as she recovered, the last burst on top. Her newly drenched hair hung down. The demon's caustic laughter certainly didn't help.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let that go unpunished. Crawl here," Shannon ordered.

Reluctantly, Olivia made her way to Shannon, guided by her words and gestures. To her dismay, she found herself bent over the woman's knee by the time Shannon had finished directing her movements. Her awareness of what this position meant failed to prepare her for the reality when it came crashing down on her.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Olivia groaned as Shannon's hand beat her pert rear like a drum.

"Your boy did this to me when I fought him," Shannon revealed. "I think it's poetic justice that I'm spanking your sorry ass." Her palm was unrelenting, pain throbbing in Olivia's backside. The brunette yelped and tensed with every strike. Dread filled her when she noticed a pause, and in a matter of seconds, she felt the hardest blow launch her forward. She tumbled twice, then skidded front-first along the dirt floor, the cloth of her sopping chest collecting dust. She came to a halt at the outskirts of the tent.

Her eyes lit up with hope when she realized it. If I can just get under this tent, I can run away and find Gene! she thought. She crawled toward the red curtain, inches away from freedom, only to feel a leather whip wrap around her ankle and roughly tug her back. No! I was so close!

Standing, Shannon sauntered over to her prize, stomping a boot into Olivia's rear that caused the brunette to cry out.

"That was fun. You will make a fine jester for me," Shannon said. "Now, show me your pussy. I don't care what you are, a good woman takes care of herself. I want to see you haven't let it go bad."

She knew the demon's ridiculous statement was meant to dig into her, but it didn't keep the words from hurting. Flipping onto her back, Olivia spread her legs. Looking away, she felt Shannon probing her sex with both finger and wand.

"Look what I found!" Shannon proclaimed. Olivia could tell by Shannon's tone that she had to obey, and as she looked, she saw the remnants of the water balloon.

Shannon hmmed. "Well, it looks like you have plenty of room. You can store all kinds of props in here! And you will, when I'm done with you. Can you just imagine pulling a line of colored handkerchiefs from your pussy? I'm sure you're as excited by the idea as I am."

Olivia felt nauseous as the demon woman's tongue ran along her cunt.

"Mmm..." Shannon moaned, "yes, you're definitely the most skankalicious little joker girl I've ever met. With the proper training, you'll be ready for full time action."

The idea of being turned into Shannon's puppet caused her to shiver with disgust. She looked away as the demoness crawled on top of her, undoing the buckle of her belt and flinging it to the side.

"But first, let's get you out of these wet clothes."

Shannon wasted no time undressing her new pet. Making careful cuts with her sharp fingernails, Shannon tore the dress into tiny pieces, leaving only Olivia's boots and her colorful necklace. She stood and pulled Olivia to her feet, admiring her craftiness as the tatters of cloth fell away to reveal Olivia's sore red behind and full, voluptuous breasts capped with adorable pink nipples.

"Ooo, I like that," Shannon cooed gently as the last of the cloth dropped. "Minions! See to it her new clothing will fall apart when she's performing."

"Yes, mistress!" the henchwomen answered.

"Now let's see what you can do on the tightrope!" Shannon smirked. Rushing Olivia to her feet, Shannon pulled her over to a ladder and shoved her against it. Olivia looked up, knowing what she would have to endure.

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"Demons and thugs, we have a special show for you today!" Shannon called out. She looked at the crowd of minions, all ready to watch the final step in her fun with the Godhand's little whore. "Let's give a warm welcome to our very own joke of a woman, Olivia!"

Off to the side, Olivia glumly waited in the dark for her cue. As a bright light beamed on her, she looked up at the throng of people, her 'adoring' audience. She remembered the mirror reflection of how they had changed her before her show, a couple red tears painted beneath her eyes and red lipstick to match. Her tight cloth top held tight to her chest, its vibrant red, white and black patchwork look complemented with a diamond window which put her cleavage on display. A skirt of like colors hugged her hips, stomach left exposed, the skirt nothing more than strips of cloth hanging down by a waistband. Already, she could feel the miscellany patches of fabric begin to loosen from her sweat in the hot light.

She strutted out to the middle. The tiny bells on her curled red boots and jester's hat jingled. She waved her jester's wand, the clapping of the audience stinging her more than she thought it would. Vainly, she did her best to give a wide smile, knowing the consequences if she did not.

Olivia eyed the area nervously. She knew her first act, to her dismay. She picked up her juggling balls from the nearby stand and began, tossing them up and around in a constant circle of motion.

"Wow! Isn't it amazing that she can juggle with those enormous breasts in the way?" Shannon asked her audience. Their cheers answered the question for her.

That was the cue. Olivia's cheeks reddened when the paint spurted out of the small ejectors of her top positioned at her nipples, one jet of paint colored red and the other black. She felt the puddle of colors forming at her feet.

"Oops! I guess we made her a little too excited." Shannon's running commentary and the sight of it all made the audience erupt into laughter that bore down on Olivia. The last of the paint dribbled, then dripped down her chest and stomach. Olivia caught the juggling balls and returned them to the stand, retrieving her jester's wand.

"Next, we will watch our adorable clown dance for us!" Shannon announced. A light shone on the pole, and waving her wand, she walked over to it. The first patch of her outfit dropped away.

Swinging around it, her practice of the routine saved her from embarrassing herself with clumsiness like the first time she had performed. However, any merit to that was lost in the sheer audacity of her movements. With a spin, she stood with her back against the pole, bending forward, more bits of her top shedding away with the heat of the lamps and the dampness of her sweat. She rubbed her rear against the pole, up and down. As she stood, she felt the cold night air against her now bare chest. The moment she stepped away from the pole, the back of it dropped away.

A couple more twirls later, the strips of cloth at her waist fell one by one to reveal her unpantied crotch and a curious tattoo at the center just above it of a jester's head. Clad in only her boots and hat, they jingled as she shook her chest, tits flailing about freely. Spinning around the pole, she wedged her breasts around it and lowered herself, the metal bar sliding against the outer folds of her sex. After waving her hips around a couple times, she thrust her buttocks back, then stood to cap off the end of her little dance. The whistles and applause made it hard for her to grin.

"Wasn't that something? Quite a show," Shannon said. "For her next act, she will cross the tightrope! But, we'll give her harnesses. She's not very skilled with it yet."

Strangely, Olivia felt a blow to her ego when the crowd booed her inability to walk a tightrope. If they knew the real reason for her having to use it, they would be more enthusiastic. On her way to the ladder, she saw Shannon kick a small stand out in her path. She knew why the demon bitch had done it, and while she could easily avoid the obstacle, the punishment was incentive enough to keep up the act. Taking the last steps forward, she tripped over the stand and fell flat on her back with a groan. She felt popcorn land on her nude body from the audience as they laughed. The chill of ice cold soda joined the bits of popped kernels when a cup exploded against her, the contents spilling across her body. Rising from the dirt, she did her best to wipe off what little of it she could before continuing to her task.

Her limbs shook as she climbed, the top reached quickly. The harness took little time as well, nothing more than a loop of rope for each arm and leg plus one for her torso, all with preplanned lengths. She looked down the rope to the other end, cringed at the thought of how horrendous the act would be in front of a crowd, and took the first few steps out.

Instantly, she dropped, her legs falling to opposite sides of the rope. She looked up at the wheel for all the ropes of her harness, then out at the crowd. With a sigh, she pulled herself forward once and paused. As fortunate as she was that the tightrope was not rough or sharp, it didn't prevent her from feeling the tingle of arousal. A second tug made her gasp, a flood of pink erupting on her chest and stomach. Each move forward brought her closer to what she dreaded, and what the crowd waited for with bated breath. In her mind, she tried to numb it out, hoping that she could make it the whole way. Her efforts went fruitless, and with the other platform only a couple feet out, her body shuddered. A moan escaped her lips as an orgasm coursed through her. Her spasms dug the line in deeper, the cheers drowned out by her own self-absorption in the heat of the moment. As it faded, she composed herself and made it the rest of the way, climbing onto the platform.

"It looks like our foolish little jester girl didn't realize she could get back on the platform and try again! But it was worth it to see her keep going, don't you think?" Shannon teased her performer.

Resting briefly, Olivia peered down at everyone, then at the exit.

Maybe I can escape. Maybe I can rush for the door once I get down, and- Reality hit her seconds later. No. There are too many people. I bet that bitch thought of everything. Where's Gene?

Her strength partly renewed, she made her way down the ladder and bowed when she reached the bottom, waving her wand once more.

"Sadly, we're at the final act of our show for the evening," Shannon said. The boos of the crowd came with the demand for an encore. Olivia feared Shannon would grant it.

"Don't worry, this last act is a real treat!" Shannon assured. "You've seen Olivia juggle, you've seen her dance, you've seen her on the tightrope. All of these are nothing compared to what you are about to see! Demons and thugs, I give you Olivia, the lion tamer!"

A light beamed on the cage with the lion, and when she saw it, Olivia blanched. She shuffled slowly to the cage, the crowd cheering for her. Her feet carried her inside with perfect timing as the cage door swung open. The stamp of damnation came when she heard the sound of the door slam shut after her. Her legs quivered at the pounding she would get, the biting laughter at her fall, brought down to a lowly 'lion tamer'. With a fake smile, she bounced further into the cage, where the lion waited.

One look at the lion and she froze. It paced toward her. Remembering her captor's cruelty, she forced herself out of her fearful daze to maintain the facade of her act.

"Hey, lion! Check this out!" Olivia said, turning to present herself to the lion. Bent forward, she waved her rear from left to right as if to goad the creature into action. At any second, she would have to endure the shame of being mounted by something less than human. She shut her eyes, felt the lion's nose sniffing her sex...

Then nothing.

"That's a shame. The lion isn't interested. It looks like our lion hates jokes," Shannon said.

WHAT?! Eyes wide with shock, Olivia looked behind her and saw the lion walking back to the other end of the cage. She gaped at the lion's reaction. The laughter of the audience pricked at her, making her feel lesser.

Then, it happened.

Something snapped, fired, blew in the cradle of her mind. Indignation and rage flooded her core, shaking as the lion mocked her with its indifference. A fire flushed her face as the laughter grew to deafening.

Her mind ran through everything she'd done. Enough was enough.

How could anything just walk away from me like that?! Olivia bullishly thought. I'm a WOMAN. A damn fine one too. He's not getting away, not until he acknowledges it.

She didn't like what would happen if she succeeded, but she couldn't let this humiliation pass. Lying back against the bars of the cage, she spread her legs and pumped the jester's wand in her loins. Her grunts went in tandem with her movements, hoping with each thrust that she might get the lion's attention.

"Our jester isn't ready to give up on our lion!" Shannon announced.

Olivia heard the laughter grow louder as she went into a frenzy, pumping the wand faster, realizing more with every passing second that she had played right into Shannon's hands. Her hand slowed, then stopped. She looked back at the lion, still resting on its side of the cage. She peered out at the audience, the jingle of the tiny bells on her hat and boots dying out to a light tinkle. She knew. For the past minute, she had put real effort into getting a lion to want her... and failed.

She laid there, a woman defeated. It wasn't Shannon; she had to put up with the demon's demands if she wanted to get through it safely. It wasn't the audience; they were random demons and thugs, all bent on cruelty of any sort. It wasn't the lion; animals acted on instinct. It was her. The punchline rested in her hands, the wand still buried inside her, her groin slick with her own juices. She looked across her audience, their faces etching into her mind, as they laughed at a good joke.