Jeremy walked behind a group of girls like he was their faithful bodyguard. Normally, he wasn’t their bodyguard; Jeremy’s real occupation was a lawyer, but for today, he was their bodyguard, or more precisely, a bodyguard for his wife, who was part of this group of women. They are currently in a carnival. A traveling circus troupe was coming to their city. And because of the ‘brilliant’ idea of Carmen, her wife’s friend, they were visiting this place to celebrate Laura’s bachelorette party. Laura was another friend of his wife. His wife, Gloria, was just following along with Carmen’s arrangement. Carmen, Laura, and Gloria had been friends since they were in high school, so they had known about each other's personalities and traits. Among the three girls, Carmen, the brunette-haired beauty, was well-known for her resourcefulness to liven up their gathering; hence, the soon-to-be-wed Laura let her handle her bachelorette party, meanwhile, his wife, Gloria, was there to make sure nothing went wrong. Like him, Gloria was a lawyer; the two of them were the power couple. With the two around, somebody would be miserable if they messed with the group. 

Jeremy already didn’t like it when he first stepped into the carnival area. The carnival wasn’t exactly packed with a crowd, but it wasn’t bare of people. There were still a lot of people in there, but most of those people made Jeremy frown. They either looked like a creep, a freak, a punk, or a whore. And Jeremy hated goth and punk. He even double checked whether they were entering a circus carnival or a goth punk slut convention. There were a few of those creeps and punks who tried to flirt with his wife’s group, but once he made those punks know that he was there with them, and he was ready to kick their ass if they dared to continue flirting with the girl, those lowlifes stopped and turned away. But there seemed to be one trying every 10-20 minutes they were in the carnival.

Well, it couldn’t be helped. Compared to the festival goers who dressed like a goth, punk, clown, and whore, their group of three ladies who dressed in preppy dresses was conspicuous. Their group seemed to attract attention every time they stop in some booth. 

After sightseeing and visiting a lot of booths, they finally moved toward the center of the carnival area, the big top, but before they could enter the big top, another freak had once again tried to disturb the women in their group. 

A pale-skinned man with green hair. His face had this disturbing, maniacal look. The man reminded Jeremy of the Joker, and he gave him a dangerous signal. Jeremy wasn’t afraid of the man; he was a pretty fit and athletic guy, dealing with a scrawny, pale-looking man would be an easy job for him, at least that was what he thought. 

“Oh, what a lucky day, I not only met one, but three pretty snobs today. Ladies, do you want to play a game with me?” Said the man.

Without letting the girls answer, Jeremy readily jumped to protect his wife and her friend from the man.

“Hey, man, if you keep harassing these girls with your bad flirting skills, I advise you to stop right there. These girls are under my protection, so if you don’t want to get your ass kicked, fuck off!” Jeremy threatened the man.

Just like other creeps Jeremy had shooed away today, the green-haired man’s first response was to look and gauge Jeremy.

“Who are you?” Asked the green-haired creep with an annoyed expression.

“I’m Jeremy Dalton. A lawyer.” Jeremy didn’t know why he answered the man and gave him his real name.

“Okay, Jeremy, I mean, what are you to these girls? I don’t think they look whorish enough, so you must not be their pimp.” 

“I’m married to the golden-blonde-haired one. Her name was Gloria. The two other girls are my wife’s close friends, the brunette Latina is Carmen, and the red-haired one is Laura,” Jeremy answered the man with the information regarding his wife and her group of friends.

Gloria was confusedas to why her husband bothered to explain to the man. “Just kick her ass, Jeremy. Why are you even telling him our identity?”

“What a sharp tongue you have there, Mrs. Gloria. So, would you kindly be a good girl and shut your mouth until I tell you it’s your turn.”

Jeremy and the other girls expected Gloria to lash out at the green-haired man who told her to shut up. As a highly intellectual woman, being told to shut up greatly offended her, but to their surprise, Gloria nodded her head docilely and stepped back.

“Gloria, what’s wrong with you?” Laura asked her friend.

Gloria didn’t answer her friend’s question. The man had told her to be a good girl and shut her mouth until he told her she could speak again. But her eyes didn’t betray the anxiousness and panic that she felt.

Laura and Carmen noticed there was something wrong with their friends and confronted the man.

“What are you doing to Gloria? I warn you, turn her back to normal or we will call the police to send you to prison,” Laura threatened.

“Sshh…pretty girls like you two should just keep your mouth shut, you two are pretty like dolls, so try to act as one. Dolls can only move if someone is playing with them,” replied the green-haired punk.

Both Laura and Carmen stopped in their spot, petrified like dolls waiting for their owner to play with them.

“What are you doing to them?” Jeremy asked. He noticed how dangerous the man was. The man had a strange ability to make others do what he said.  He was no longer so hot-headed as to provoke the man anymore. Now, it’s all dependent on him to save his wife and her friend. Laura gave him an example of what the creep could do if he was threatened. 

“Oh, I just made them shut up. I bet nothing good comes up from their mouths anyway.”

“Can you return them to normal? I’m sorry if we offend you. We will just go away. We will not say anything about what happened here to anyone.” Jeremy said, pleading with the man to let them go.

“Do you want me to let them go? Okay, but only if you play a game with me. Oh, first let me introduce myself, people in this carnival called me Joker. You should have expected it already, but I prefer to be called Jack. I’m the circus talent scout.” Jack said.

“A game? What game?” Jeremy was already scared and paranoid; he thought the man would ask him to enter a dangerous, dead game like in some movies he watched.

“Worry not, it’s nothing dangerous, it’s just a ring toss game. So, you want to play?”

“Ring toss game? What's the catch?”

“Well, no catch, whether you win or not, you can go home. It’s only you can go home with a lot of prizes, or go home with only a consolation prize.”

Jeremy was suspicious because it sounded too good to be true, but it was better than playing a death game. “Okay, I agree.”

“Okay, you four will follow me,” the green-haired man instructed.

The group then moved toward a big booth not far from the big top. It was a closed tent, so nobody outside could see what was happening inside. Inside the room, several other women were standing motionless in rows and lines. Some dressed like a typical stepford housewife, a teacher, a secretary, a slut in a skimpy micro bikini, a goth punk, and many others.

“You three girls should also stand in line. Go fill the empty spot.” Commanded Jack. Laura, Carmen, and Gloria moved and spread toward the empty spot.

“Why are you making them stand there?” Jeremy asked. He had a guess in his mind because he had expected that the game would not be as simple as it sounds, but he still wanted an explanation from the culprit.

“First of all, I want you to forget the two women aside from your wife; you never met them before. You go to this circus only with your wife.” 

Jack’s power hit Jeremy’s mind like a sledgehammer. He was unable to resist it. Jeremy could feel that something had been ripped from his mind, and he had forgotten something, but then shrugged the uneasy feeling away. Right now, his priority was to save his wife.

“Now, let me explain things. Those women are the prize in this game. They are our circus property, just like a doll. Hell, you will not think of them as fellow humans like you and me. There is nothing wrong with them being the reward; they are a toy. Of course, this doesn't apply to your wife, for the moment at least. And now, let me tell you how this game is played; like a normal ring toss, you toss a ring to one of these pins in front of them. If it lands over the pins, you can bring the reward home. You have three chances. You can try to throw these rings toward your wife to save her, or you can throw them to another target.”

“For example, if you are feeling adventurous and brave, you can throw your ring at her pin. She is one of our newest additions. Her name is Lola, she is a fuckdoll with a slutty bride personality. The girl is a grade A slut, but sweet like a loving wife as long as you can satisfy her. She doesn’t have a bottom line regarding what kind of sex to have with you. But this type of slut will cheat on you if you can’t satisfy her. So, only pick her if you are confident enough with your sexual prowess.”

Jack pointed to Laura, whose after what Jack said, her personality and memories were erased and replaced with those of Lola the slutty bride. 

“Or if you think Lola is too wild for you, maybe Cummy will suit you better. Cummy here is a fuckdoll with a ditzy bimbo personality. She is as insatiable as Lola in terms of sexual libido, but that’s it; she is good for nothing aside from being a hole for cock, but as a fuckhole on legs, she may be better than Lola. She is as dumb as a rock and incapable of doing basic housewife duties. So, don’t ask her to cook food for you or do your laundry. Cummy here is easier to keep than Lola, as long as you keep her in a house with a slightly complex lock, she will be unable to go out, and be your loyal fucktoy. Never bring her outside, or she will fuck anything with cock that moves.”

Jack pointed at Carmen, the lively latina beauty-now-turned into a brain-dead bimbo, whom he called Cummy.

“No, thank you. I will save my wife.” Jeremy said.

“Well, you will never know whether you change your thoughts. You can begin now; you have three chances to land the ring over your wife’s pin.”

Jack handed Jeremy three rings to toss. He looked at his wife’s pins’ position, which was on the far left and near the very back. It was a hard target. But if he wanted to save his wife, he needed to land the ring over them.

After calming himself down, Jeremy threw his first ring, aiming toward Gloria’s, but it missed by a huge margin.

Jack grinned wickedly, “I didn’t expect you to be bad at this, Jeremy. Or you actually don’t aim at your wife, let’s see, it falls closer to Demonica than your wife, do you secretly have a thing for a goth dominatrix, Jeremy? I heard that there is some type of man who tries to look like a strong man on the outside, but he is actually a submissive man inside who wants a strong dominatrix to control their life. Are you that kind of man, Jeremy? Because Demonica here is a fucktoy with a Goth dominatrix personality. She won’t give a fuck about what you like, she will take control of your life, and make you her submissive plaything.”

Jack pointed at the scarlet-haired, big-titted goth girl in a black leather bodysuit. Jeremy gulped his saliva. He swore in his heart that he didn’t intentionally throw it to Demonica; he was truly aiming for his wife! But other than that, what Jack said was spot on. Jeremy secretly had a hot for a goth girl, but not any goth girl, but a goth dominatrix. He always wanted to be dominated by those badass goth dommes.

Jeremy squirmed on the spot. He was going to throw the second ring, but his conviction was now shaken. Should he throw the second ring to Gloria or should he aim it toward Demonica?

In the end, Jeremy decided to throw it toward his wife. It still missed but landed closer than before. 

“Fuck, it was a close one,” Jeremy cursed. 

“You have one last chance, Jeremy. Will you still aim toward your wife? You had it close this time, maybe you can hit it next attempt. Or will you change your target to an easier one? It’s better to take home a fucktoy than to come home with nothing. Oh, I almost forgot, if you manage to land your ring in the red pin at the far back, you can bring home three fucktoys of your choice, this also includes your wife. If you believe in luck, maybe you want to try that one. And I also have another offer for you; you can trade that last ring for a girl of my choice. Let me introduce you to Looney. Looney here is a fucktoy with a crazy clown girl personality. With her by your side, you will know about the circus world intimately. Her libido was comparable to a big slut like Lola, you may have sex in an unthinkable acrobatic position never tried by other men before with her, but as a wise man often warns, ‘don’t stick your dick in a crazy girl’, so we won’t take any responsibility if there is a mishap. So, which one is your choice, Jeremy?”

Jeremy looked at Looney. She had green hair like Jack, and her hair was styled in a twintail. Her face was caked with white paint, and she had a red ball rubber nose, just like a typical clown.  She had ridiculously huge tits, larger than her torso. Her tits defied gravity like it was an air balloon. She was topless aside from the X-shaped pasties that covered her nipples. For her bottom, she was wearing a clown tutu skirt and comically large, colorful clown shoes. Without a doubt, she was a clown, a slutty parody of a clown.

Jeremy was losing interest in Looney. He didn’t trade his last ring to Jack. After some contemplation, Jeremy decided to try for the jackpot red pin. Even though the pin was on the far back, it was in the center. Jeremy thought that it was an easier target compared to his wife’s pin. He was about to land the ring to Gloria’s pin before, so with a little throwing adjustment, he was confident that he could land the last ring of his to the jackpot pin. Jeremy was greedy; he already fantasized not only bringing home his wife, but bringing Demonica too, and for the third one, he might choose between Lola or Cummy.

With utmost concentration, he threw his last ring toward the red pin….and he missed, by another large margin.

“Sorry, Jeremy. Looks like you aren’t lucky enough to save your wife. Your chance is up. Game Over”

“No, I will bring her home, I will call the police and tell them that you kidnapped my wife!” With his memory of Laura and Carmen erased, Jeremy had forgotten the lesson from how Laura tried to threaten Jack with the police.

“Your wife? You don’t have a wife, Jeremy. You are a delusional pervert who is trying his luck playing this game so you can bring home a fucktoy that you can call your wife. You are a pathetic loser, Jeremy. You don’t even know how to properly talk to women without embarrassing yourself, and do you think you have a wife?” Jack barked at Jeremy, blasting him with his full mind-control power, remaking Jeremy’s mind and erasing any memories about Gloria from his mind.  

“Sorry, man, I got carried away. I thought I had a chance. That blonde one in the far left just did a thing to my heart. I thought she was my soul mate,” Jeremy spoke in an embarrassed tone.

“What aspect makes you fall in love with her anyway?” Jack asked him.

Her face and perky breasts. Jeremy didn’t know her personality, so he only judged the girl through her physical appearance. But he was too embarrassed to say that he liked her breasts. “I love her hair,” Jeremy lied.

Jack then approached Gloria with a shear in his hand and hacked her hair messily. She now looked stupid with asymmetrical hair length.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why can’t I? It is to remind you that she is our circus’s property, not your lover; I can remodel her as I wish. Now, go away. You can visit this booth again next year if we go back to this city.  You may be able to win her next time, of course, if nobody has won her. Just hone those ring-throwing skills of yours, maybe you will have a better chance to win.”

Jack kicked Jeremy from his place. 

“Right, I almost forgot to give you the consolation prize. Wait a minute here.” The green-haired man went back inside his tent, and a few moments later came back with some personal stuff in his hand. He threw three soiled panties at Jeremy.

“This is your consolation prize; those panties were from Lola, Cummy, and that girl you thought of as your soulmates. You can use them as you wish; it’s yours now.” Jack then once again walked back to his tent and left Jeremy alone outside.

Jeremy quickly kept the three panties in his pocket, fearing that other carnival goers would steal his trophy away from him.  He couldn’t wait to go back to his home and use those panties as his masturbation material. He didn’t know which one belonged to whom; he just assumed that the first panties he used as his cocksleeve later belonged to the girl he thought of as his soulmate, whose name he did not even know.