Kinky Clown MILFs Return Ch. 04

The wall lifted revealing what appeared to be a natural history museum straight out of The Mummy, the original or Brendan Fraiser version to be clear. As soon as every remaining contestant entered the wall lowered behind them. Patricia kept her eyes on Lynn. She only had a short time to stop her friend from surrendering to another woman besides her. Was there anything on this damn floor to help with that? It didn't look likely.

"Welcome to our little Egyptology museum," Honka called out from the intercom. "Here you will find all the basics you will need to know about the Egyptian gods to continue with the challenge. You will be given fifteen minutes to check out the exhibits. Study them. Memorize them. Failure to do so will result with you being kicked out of the funhouse. In fact, half of you won't even make it into the main room."

Even giant bouncy clown MILFs need to take care of their bodies. More importantly they were dealing with smaller people. Not to mention the untested technology they were using to alter people's sizes the way they were. They needed someone on hand for any of the medical issues that were bound to arise. They needed a doctor. They needed her.

Dr. Gloria Lovell manned the small first aid station within the funhouse. Though she did not use that name there. That was her real life out in the real world. Here she was Dr. Jiggles PhDDD. Strictly speaking her outfit was that of a nurse, skimpy roleplay outfit with plenty of cleavage on display and a cute little hat but still. Her skin was painted white and she had little black Staffs of Aesculapius, the winged rod with two snakes encircling it, on her cheeks. He wig was curly and cotton candy pink along with her lips. She would kick anyone's ass who addressed her as 'nurse' and not 'doctor' make no mistake about that.

She sat in her little room watching the event on one of her monitors. She was not an unbiased observer, however. She had a favorite. She also had a type: muscular and black. So she watched him make his way up, cheering him all the way. While the first guy fought with the Witch Clown she zoned out. Her mind was filled with a forbidden fantasy. She pictured herself slipping into the viewing room and drugging her favored champion. She would whisk him down there and there he would remain until the contest was over. Then she would whisk him home. Her home. His new world.

By the time she returned to reality they had moved on to the Pirate Ship Floor. She watched with pride as her champion fought his way through. She watched in horror as he fell further and further behind. When he lost and faced off with Captain TnA her heart sank.

Then his leg was hurt.

Dr. Jiggles watched the screen enraptured. This was her chance. She knew just where TnA was taking him: to her. She had to plan. She didn't have much time.

What did that mean? Half of them wouldn't make it to the main room? They hadn't encountered something like this so far. The game was getting more complicated by the minute. As Lynn studied each display as closely as she could, she couldn't help but notice Lynn was not.

"Lynn, pay attention."

"Why? I'm just going to surrender anyway."

"I don't think that's how these women play the game."

"Time's up. Every pantheon has a king. Who is the king here? Ra or Anubis? Stand next to the correct display. Get there first. Room is limited."

Ra. The answer was Ra. Patricia knew that. She started making her way for the case. Lynn was lingering behind again.

"God damn it."

She grabbed her arm and yanked her as close to the display as possible.

"What the hell?!"

"Do. Not. Move."

"The answer was Ra. For those who got it wrong..."

The floor dropped out from under the Anubis display sending everyone on that side of the room sliding down the ramp and into the slides outside the building. It was a lot of people but still not half.

"For those of you who take your sweet time..."

The floor five feet out from the display dropped down taking away everyone not close enough. Now that was half.

"Holy shit!" Lynn said, her foot dangling over the edge.

"And that's why you have to play along," Patricia told her.

TnA stepped into her parlor with the object of her obsession helpless in her arms. helpless and nude. Dr. Jiggles watched as he was laid down on her exam table.

"You failed to disclose your prior injury," TnA explained, "as such you violated the contract you signed. You broke one of our most serious rules. Once you are healed you will spend the next two weeks sealed in one of the cells of the dungeon level. You will only see another living soul during your three scheduled mealtimes. Goodnight."

With that she turned and stormed out.

"Whew, you really blew it, Mr. ...?"

"Selwyn."

A beautiful name for a beautiful man. She rubbed what to him must have looked like white clown makeup over his leg. He let out a sigh of relief.

"That should have you good as new by the time the contest is over. Then it's off to solitary."

He groaned in despair.

"Though... I might be able to help you with that."

"Now, everyone, I hope you studied up," Honka continued. "It's going to be important for what comes next."

The wall at the back of the room lifted displaying a massive desert leading to a pyramid. Several dig sites had been set up. One for each of them it seemed.

"Get digging."

Everyone ran to one of the surprisingly small sites. The 'sand' had been disturbed but were no shovels or pics. It looked like it was going to be hands. Patricia dug until she pulled out a small golden sarcophagus.

"How?" Selwyn asked.

"I could sneak you out of here. They can't punish what they can't find."

"Why would you do that for me?"

"Oh, I do have a price."

"I don't have much money."

"But you do have a beautiful body I'm just dying to ravish."

Patricia opened the sarcophagus to find a trading card lying inside. Displayed prominently on it was what looked like an aardvark man. She turned to Lynn who held up one with a cat woman.

"Everyone got their cards? Good. Now one by one go to the pyramid and swipe your card in the reader by the door. Answer the two questions to proceed. If you get even one wrong, you drop out."

Patricia gulped as they took their spots in line. After an eternity they reached the door. Lynn swiped her card. 'What is my name' flashed across a small screen under the card reader, just above a keypad. Lynn stared at the question for a minute or two. Her hands began to shake. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She had no idea what the answer was.

Everyone who had been expelled from the funhouse sat in the bus watching the game unfold on the screens mounted to the back of their seats. All save for one. Justin had slipped away in the confusion. He was livid. A lasso in a treasure chest. There was no fucking way he was going to lose to a lasso in a treasure chest. He looked at the slide door he had spent the last little while beating open with a rock. He was going to fix this. One way or another.

He lost his grip a time or two, but Justin would not give up. With great effort he continued his climb back up the ejection slide. There was no way he was leaving this funhouse without the prize. He was just too smart for that. As proof of his assertion he emerged from the mouth of the mimic chest that had cheated him before and stepped foot back onto Dungeon Floor.

It was not silent like he expected. He had been sure they would have moved on to the other floors by now. No one should still be here, let alone laughing. Whoever it was he couldn't see them so maybe toddler logic could actually work here and they couldn't see him. He crept along the wall, passing a series of cells. He came to a startled start outside of one. A naked guy clutching a staff for dear life lay on one of the beds laughing his head off as a massive clown dressed as a witch rubbed her nipples over his body.

What the fuck was that?

He kept moving till he reached the far wall. A short search revealed a doorway and a set of steps moving up. Perfect.

When he emerged onto the upper floor Justin found himself, as improbably as it seemed, below deck on a sailing ship. What kind of fucked up funhouse was this anyway? There seemed to be nobody on this floor so maybe his luck was holding out. He crept along the galley, the cargo area, and up onto the deck. He could see another door just at the end of it. All he had to do was reach it. Step by step he made his way closer and closer to his destiny.

The elevator door opened.

Justin froze. In that moment he had no idea what to do. He had to figure something out quickly. He could do it. He was a genius after all. That's when she stepped onto the deck.

"Looks like I've caught me a little stowaway."

All Justin could do was look up at the ten-foot-tall pirate clown.

"Looks like things are turning around for good ol' Captain TnA."

Justin did the only thing a true genius would do in a situation like this. He ran past her trying to reach either the elevator or the stairs. He got about three steps past her before she grabbed him by the belt and tossed him back onto the deck in front of her.

"You're not going anywhere, laddie."

She pawed at him, ripping his clothes away.

"H... hey!"

"How about you get a nice, up-close look at my pirate booty."

She pulled down her pants and turned around. Justin gasped again at the sight of her massive jiggling ass hovering over him. When her words finally landed it was far too late. Her cheeks landed with a mighty smack knocking him out.

When he woke, he found himself hanging upside down from the mast. His legs were tied together, and his arms were the same, secured behind his back. Looking down, which was all he could do, Captain TnA was beneath him. She was wearing her pants again and was bent over so her ass crack was exposed in them. She pulled a lever.

The rope slowly descended. After a moment he realized just where he was headed.

"Please! No!"

"Don't worry baby, you'll come to love it."

Struggle as he might he could not break free. He could not stop the lowering of the rope. He could not stop his head from sliding in between her ass cheeks. His only relief was that she seemed content to keep him between her cheeks and not shove him into the hole which would be against his legs when he was all the way in.

She cut the rope just after his feet sank in. She stood back up and Justin was gone without a trace.

"And to think," she said, "I was worried I was going to be the only clown MILF not to get her prize.

Patricia watched the panicked Lynn as she stared at the keypad at the entrance to the tomb. She had no idea what name to type. She kept looking at her trading card of the cat goddess. All she had to do was type in her name. A name she didn't know. A name Patricia did. The only question was should she tell her?

She knew that if they made it to the next clown MILF Lynn was planning to be the one to face her. Once they were alone, she would surrender and become the woman's slave. She couldn't let that happen. She was in love with Lynn and as the girl was to be her slave and no one else's. There was only one way to make sure it happened.

"Ra."

"What?" Lynn asked.

"Her name is Ra."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me."

She typed the two letters and pressed the button. There was a flash of red and a buzzer. A trap door opened. Lynn plummeted out of the funhouse.

"I'm sorry," Patricia whispered.

She scanned her card, typed 'Set' in the keypad and waited. There was a chime, a flash of green and the temple door opened.

Patricia stepped inside.

The room inside the tomb was less of a room and more of a hallway. It appeared to be carved from yellow stone and led straight to an elevator about twenty feet down. Patricia found it suspicious to say the least.

"We figured after that brain teaser in the museum you could use a more basic challenge," Honka said on the intercom. "All you have to do is make to the elevator. That's it. Better be fast. When the elevator reaches capacity one of you will be left behind. That poor soul will be sacrificed to the Mummy Clown. Are you ready? Are you set? Then you'd better go!"

Everyone took off like a shot. Lynn's face as she fell filled Patricia's mind as she ran. She had to do it. There was no way around it. She loved Lynn. She did it for her. Patricia ran face first into a wall.

Where the hell had that come from? She wasn't at the edge of the hallway. This wall was right in the middle of the room. Shaking her head Patrica ran around the side of the wall and kept going. As she did her eyes widened in shock. The once straight hallway was now a labyrinth. What the fuck was going on here?

After a few more minutes of running all the walls sank down into the floor. So, that was the game huh? Patricia wouldn't let these silly tricks stop her.

The group made its way down the hallway and eventually the elevator doors. Above the door were two small screens next to one another. The one of the left read 'MAX CAPACITY: 39. CURRENT CAPACITY: 0. Still plenty of time.

As Patricia made her way through, she kept her eyes on the counter. CURRENT CAPACITY: 5. A short time later... CURRENT CAPACITY: 15. Shit. She kept running even as walls rose to block her every few minutes. After a while she lost track of the counter. When she saw it again it made her heart stop. CURRENT CAPACITY: 30. She had to hurry up!

As she neared the capacity continued to rise. 33. 34. 36.

"Shit!"

There were just two people ahead of her now. It was the couple she'd seen. The man was in the elevator now! The woman was raising her foot to step in! She was going to lose! She had betrayed Lynn for nothing! She wouldn't let that happen. She grabbed the woman by the back of the shirt and yanked her to the ground before stepping over her and into the elevator! The doors closed! She'd made it!

Melody laughed as she and Roger rounded the corner of the last pop-up wall. This was far more fun than she had been expecting. They were going to have a great wedding and still have money left over. All they had to do was win. To date all they had to do was get into the elevator before that gal behind her. Easy. Then the bitch went and grabbed her shirt. The next thing she knew she was on the ground and the elevator was gone.

"No!"

"Oh, too bad," Honka said over the intercom, "but don't worry. There's still a chance for you to catch up."

The wall rose up beside her to reveal a passage leading to a staircase. Melody didn't have to be told twice. As soon as she entered the hallway the entrance closed itself back off.

"Well, shit."

The wall next to it spun around and Melody's heart sank. A thirteen-foot-tall clown was now in the hallway with her. She had glistening brown skin wrapped in tight white gauze that left her full nipples exposed. Her face was not painted white like the others but instead had two small white anks, one on either cheek. Her nose was gold and she had a wig like Cleopatra's hair. She smiled down at Melody.

"You look thirsty little one. Maybe you'd like a taste of my calcium cannons."

Melody didn't know what unsettled her more: the thought of being captured and separated from Roger or how tempting that nipple looked. The former beat out the latter and she ran for the stairs.

"There's no running from Pharaohess Wraptua!"

She did not run after her prey. Instead, she strolled after her at a leisurely pace. Being so tall that meant she still covered plenty of ground in very little time. She was on Melody before the girl made it halfway across. She grabbed at her ripping clothing from her struggling body.

"Stop that! Let me go!"

"Not until you are sealed in my loving embrace."

Down to her underwear Melody began to crawl. Wraptua grabbed her panties and started to pull. She used a little too much force and they snapped clean off. Melody skidded forward a bit before regaining her footing and continuing her run.

She was almost there! Just a little further! A wrapped arm wrapped around her waist just inches from the door and yanked her back.

"Gotcha!"

"No! No! Let me go!"

Wraptua twirled her around and lifted her into place. Her nipple cut off Melody's complaints. The taste... the taste was something so wonderful Melody couldn't explain it. She had to have more! She started sucking and humping against the clown MILF, getting wetter and wetter in the process.

"We're ready!" Wraptua called.

A machine descended from the ceiling. It looked like the a roller used for applying packing tape but scaled up and filled with more of the white gauze the mummy clown used to adorn her curvy body. It slowly applied another layer, sealing Melody into place. Another two layers later and the only sign of the girl was her moans of pleasure from within her new mummy mistress's wrappings.