The evil clown pinned Johnnie against the wall. She squirmed, kicked her booted foot at him.
"Naughty naughty, princess!" General Jester gasped. "What did I say about using that language?"
"Oh, you're in that kind of mood, are you?"
His large, white gloved hand caught her knee, spread her legs open. Johnnie sucked in a breath.
"You know, the Ringmaster is always talking about providing the best possible experience for our friends and guests..."
Johnnie swallowed, warmth already spreading through her.
"H-hey, come on, General-"
"And you and I, we are very good friends by now, aren't we?"
No time to reply. The large hand swirled a finger around the little nub poking through Johnnie's shirt. She swallowed a squeak.
"I know I shouldn't be rewarding your bad behavior..." He said. "But maybe you'll be a good girl for me if I just press the right buttons. You know! Like this one."
Through her jeans, he pressed a finger on her clit. Johnnie gasped and looked down. The big finger scratched at her clit through the fabric. Johnnie arched up on her toes.
"See!" The General said. "All those bad words just melt away! And all it took is a little tickle!"
He didn't stop, teasing her clit with his fingertip. His fingers walked up and down the seam between her legs. She whined, squirming against the wall.
"I bet it doesn't feel very little, now does it?"
He tickled her clit again. Johnnie's cheeks flushed, she shivered as her hips jerked into his touch.
"You jerk," she whispered.
"Jerk? How mean! I'm just trying to help my friend. I'll show you mean!"
The General proved faster than she was. Her jeans hit the ground, letting cool air hit her exposed cunt. Johnnie tried to cover herself with her hand, but the General pinned her hands over her head.
"No no no, sweetie, none of that." He smiled. "Let the big bad General have a good look now. You've got such a cute little pussy after all. And what a cute little button to go with it!"
He swiped a finger over her clit. Johnnie moaned.
"Now that's a nice sound!" The General said. "Much nicer than those bad words you were saying earlier. Let's try and make more of them, shall we?"
"G-General-" Johnnie panted. "W-wait-"
With two fingers he played with her clit, walking both up and down over the tender nub. Johnnie shuddered, arching up on her toes again.
"W-we're behind the Ferris wheel," she tried again, thighs already trembling. "Anyone could find us!"
"Oh, let them! It's just me and my boys tonight anyway. I bet they'd love to find us together. You are so, so cute Johnnie. I might let them all have a taste tonight."
Her clit, so sensitive, already throbbed against his fingers. She wouldn't last long, if he let her cum.
"I'll stop you," she whispered, she whined, she promised. "I will! I'll burn this place to the ground!"
"Sure, sweetie. Sure you will." The General leaned in. "Now be a good girl for me tonight. Be a good girl and cum."
Johnnie's mind resisted. Her body obeyed.
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