The Weeping Clown

 


Domino Doll manages to trail Light-Fingered Larry when he leaves the museum in the ice cream truck... spies as Larry deals the stolen masterpieces to none other than that infuriating crime boss... Max Scarelli... the minute she sees he's involved she is more determined than ever to find a way to get the paintings back and leave him her card...

Scarelli grinning as the bulk of the masterpieces are taken on to a warehouse... to sit for a few months until the heat dies down... but the prize to be hung on his wall... Van Vogel's masterpiece, the Weeping Clown... worth upwards of a billion dollars to fine art collectors... apparently Scarelli is one himself... so you need the address of that warehouse... and the painting...

Domino Doll decides to take care of the warehouse first... the very next night... parking the carpet cleaning van outside... and with a swirl of cloak slipping inside... the night watch thug easily evaded... setting a timed charge to go off later... the stolen art easy to locate... looking over her shoulder with a flip of butter hair... nodding with a smirk... everything going according to plan...

The warehouse big and roomy... and containing all manner of stolen goods... waiting to be fenced... some in storage for only a couple of days... more unique items like the missing masterpieces carefully stored at the back... under armed guard... three men with guns keeping a careful watch... as you look down at them from the shadows above...

Domino Doll pulls her cloak up over her face and slips up on the first of the guards as quietly as a mouse... the butt of her gun already coming down on his skull as her shapely silhouette appears... intending to swirl away to the next even as the first falls... acting as a distraction from her cloaked movements...

The other two guards running towards their fallen comrade... guns drawn... looking all around... one standing by the body... the other running towards an alarm button on the wall... intending to bring the cavalry...

Domino Doll brings the butt of her gun down on the back of his head instead... the big man looking around at her... blinking at her cleavage... his skull apparently as thick as his neck... getting hit again in the temple... his hand hitting the button as he falls... Domino wincing as she spins to fire on the third guard...

The third guard already turning to fire on you... snarling... even as backup starts to arrive... the guards dotted around the warehouse... five men armed with baseball bats... and more on the way... Scarelli's gang now knowing you're here...

Domino Doll aims first to shoot the gun from the guard's hand before he can fire on her... then swings the barrel upwards... not only beginning to take out the bright lights that just came on... exposing the curvaceous figure in the white dress... but causing a couple of fixtures to fall over her attackers as well...

The fixtures tumbling over... burying many of the reinforcements... a couple managing to avoid them... attempting to rush you... bats swinging... one aimed at your temple... another at your midriff...

Domino Doll throws up her gun hand to block one... losing her weapon as she manages to deflect the blow at her temple... only to be doubled over by the blow to her midsection... her bosom nearly leaping out of her dress on impact... much like her eyes bulging from their sockets... as she slumps to her knees...

The men grinning... working up to another swing... both bats aimed for the back of your head this time... as the other men groan under the weight of the various stolen goods... fortunately none of the precious masterpieces caught in the avalanche...

Domino Doll looks up with a grimace... her eyes furtive... as if still searching for something... like a way out... blinking as the bats conk her skull... and send her flopping to the floor... her bodacious body crumpling in something resembling a hip out pose... her filmy white dress the only thing moving as it flows over unconscious curves...

The men grinning... one reaching down to grab hold of you... the other shaking his head... "Remember the Boss said to deliver Domino Doll to him... he wants to deal with her personally... and he'll get mad if we have our fun first..." The other man scowling... having a quick feel anyway before rope is brought... "Nobody said she needs to keep her clothes on... we can have a look at least..."

Domino Doll groans as her breast is squeezed... but does not awaken... even as the dress is ripped from her bodacious body... her firm flesh spilling from hand to hand as the men manhandle while binding... leaving only garter... stockings... heels... and mask... tossing cloak and dress in the trash... before carrying her hogtied body out like a briefcase...

The men driving away in another ice cream van... grinning as they gag you with your own panties... and taking you in through the back door of Scarelli's mansion... depositing you on the bed in the master bedroom... then going to collect a ten thousand dollar bonus each...

Domino Doll strains... unable to do much more than fall on her side being bound as she is... looking around the room for the Weeping Clown... panting for air through her own panties... moaning as her nipples tighten from being rubbed against the satin sheets as a result of her struggles...

The struggling and squirming going on for some minutes before you finally spot the Weeping Clown... hung above the bed... as Scarelli comes in with a glass of champagne... "I wanted to enjoy both of my masterpieces together... it's not often you get two works of art in the same room..."

Domino Doll stares up at him with icy blue eyes... that seem to melt a bit each time she blinks... as the reality of her situation begins to register... delivered naked and helpless into the hands of her arch-nemesis... as surely as the Weeping Clown before her... whimpering something unintelligible through her gag...

Scarelli sipping his champagne... then removing the gag... before moving his hands over your breasts... tugging each nipple in turn... "I'm going to have to work out what to do with you... some people would suggest icing you once and for all... burying you in concrete somewhere..."

Domino Doll feels a hot flash rise to her cheeks as her already taut nipples tighten in his evil fingers... looking away as she murmurs in soft resignation... "You seem to have won this round... Scarelli..." then adding with a nervous giggle... "Wouldn't killing me be grody to the Max?"

Scarelli squeezing each breast in turn... reaching a hand down to snap one of your garters against your wiggling bottom... "Well, I'm not going to do it right away... I think we both know what happens next..." He grins... running fingers against the inside of your thighs... "I might keep you around... like a pet... you could learn to like that..."

Domino Doll yelps loudly as the garter snaps... her shimmering stocking legs writhing as his hands stroke... shuddering... desperate blue eyes behind the mask blinking... obviously frantically thinking... "You foul bastard... I will never be your pet..." redoubling her efforts to snap the ropes...

Scarelli grins... "That's more like it... I was wondering if the boys had caught the right Domino Doll for a second... good to see you've not lost that fire..." Grabbing hold of your butter hair... gripping tight... raising your mouth to his in a rough, predatory kiss... before his hand move to the ropes... undoing your ankles... trying to keep your legs secured with his hands... "Be smart... my boys are right outside..."

Domino Doll finds something engaging about his cruel lips... even as they repulse her... returning the kiss hotly before trying to pull away... shaking her head... her face contorted in disgust... as her lips are forced back to his... moaning into the kiss... when his boys interrupt... knocking... yelling... "Sorry boss... but we just got a call from the warehouse... it's been cleaned out..."

Scarelli blinking... looking at you... "How the hell..." Hastily making sure your ropes are still secure... then standing... the bulge in his trousers at eye level for a moment... before he takes it away... giving you a last puzzled look... "Now how the hell did you do that...?"... before stepping outside to deal with things... leaving you alone... the bonds slightly loosened...

Domino Doll can't help but smirk... rolling her eyes upwards at the artwork above the headboard... "Don’t cry you clown... and don’t look at me... maybe Larry came back... or one of the many other thieves in this city..."

Scarelli scowling as he steps outside to deal with things... leaving you alone... the bonds slightly loosened... his raised voice... “What do you mean the warehouse has been cleaned out?”

Domino Doll goes to work on the ropes as soon as she's left alone... the teeth of a garter freed from her stocking coming in handy... wrapping herself in a bed sheet once free... and the Weeping Clown in a pillowcase... taking a card from her heel to leave on the hook above the bed... “Sorry sir... there was a bomb... and the art was gone!”

Scarelli loudly discussing the heist from outside... angrily remonstrating... "You moron... of course it got cleared out when the bomb went off... that's what happens when the alarm gets triggered... it'll have been moved down to the storage bay on fifth and twelfth... I can't believe you interrupted me for that..." You hear his footsteps heading back towards the door...

Domino Doll is gone... the curtains by the open window fluttering like her diaphanous white dress so often does... looking like a ghost as she disappears into the night... and Scarelli clenches the window frame with white knuckles... already knowing what he will find on the wall in place of his stolen masterpiece when he turns around... a card... "Compliments of the Domino Doll..."

(June 2009)