SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday through Halloween. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2, click here to read chapter 3 and click here to read chapter 4.
“Gonna be a Nelson party out here tonight, boys!” Carl said as he pulled out his erect, ring-and-barbell adorned cock.
A Nelson party, Elwood reasoned, probably meant gang rape…
Jacob slowly whacked his pud in the clown girl’s face, pausing every once in a while to drop the heavy, sweating thing against her makeuped forehead, smearing the red and white grease paint and giving his dick the appearance of a wounded animal. Carl moved to the side and started to rub his bejeweled cock on the girl’s blue wig. “Real pretty hair you got here, girly. Shame if you got cum all up in it.”
Philip chuckled and centered himself in front of the clown’s breasts. “Big fuckin’ tits. Beggin for a big fuckin’ dick…” He trailed off as he spit onto her chest and squeezed her tits together. He rubbed his saliva in between them and then inserted his erection into the small space that was left.
For her part, even though she was being accosted by three brutish rednecks, the clown girl remained ever still, allowing the disgusting men to do to her as they pleased. Her eyes remained unfocused, as though she were nothing more than a living doll.
Their brother fucking her tits only made Jacob and Carl’s erections that much bigger and thicker and soon the three went silent. Their heavy breathing the only sound out there in the woods.
If Elwood was going to act, it would have to be now. If he waited until the Nelson brothers came, he would die out there in the woods.
Mark was still grinding his hard pecker into Elwood’s back, his attention completely on his brothers.
Elwood knew he couldn’t try to be sly about it this time. If he meant to do harm to Mark Nelson, he’d have to do so quickly, abruptly and savagely.
So why was he so scared?
Mark continued to rhythmically grind his dick into Elwood’s back, almost absentmindedly.
Elwood used this as an opportunity to inch forward, ever so slightly, allowing Mark’s thrusts to push him. In a few more strokes, he’d be close enough to grab hold of the broken sign post…
And then what? He asked himself. It’s not like Elwood was a tough guy. He’d run away from every fight he’d ever been in. Any time one of the ignorant town kids tried to fight him at school, he just walked away, even if that meant getting sucker punched for his trouble. If things got more violent than that, he ran.
So what did he expect would happen if he actually got ahold of the pointed stick in front of him? Mark was just as likely to yank it out of his hand and stab him with it as he was using it to defend himself long enough to get away.
His thoughts were cut short as the Nelson boys upped the ante in front of him.
“Heffer got a rump on her, too!” Jacob said, reaching back and squeezing the clown girl’s bare buttocks.
This act seemed to incite the others as Carl laughed and grabbed the diminutive girl by her cheeks, yanking her face, turning her head to his side, forcing her lips into a comical, fish-like pose. “Hear that, bitch? My brother thinks you gotta nice ass. Know what that means?”
The burly redneck didn’t give her time to answer, instead forcing his ring adorned cock into her mouth, the jewlrey clanking off of her front teeth as his thick member forced her jaws open wide.
Philip cackled, phlegm catching in the back of his throat. He left it in his mouth as he spoke. “Means my brother done got a hankerin’ to fuck you up the ass, lil missy!”
All three brothers howled with laughter as though sodomy was the funniest thing any of them could imagine.
“Ole Elwood found himself a good retard, didn’t he?” Jacob asked as he positioned himself behind the clown girl. “Cunt ass bitch just lets ya do whatever ya want.” Without bothering to lube up his penis with anything more than the girl’s greasepaint from her forehead, he eased his thickness inside her anus. “T’was me where yer at, I wouldn’t let the likes of us ruin her.” Jacob grinned, pushing the limp girl forward to get better positioning to anally rape her. “Cause boy, ain’t gonna be nothin’ left time we’re done!”
With that, the big redneck started to savagely fuck the clown girl from behind. Carl was forced to step to the side, losing his prime spot leaning over her tits. He instead took her by the hand and began to jack himself off with her limp wrist while his brothers simultaneously fucked her ass and mouth.
“Hands ain’t no good, man!” He protested after several seconds of jacking himself off with her limp hand. “Ain’t got no grip! I ain’t gonna cum fer shit like this!”
“Git in her puss then, idiot!” Jacob scolded, obviously trying to enjoy the butt rape he was inflicting on the helpless girl.
“Damn it Jacob, our dicks’s too big for that! We’ll split her in half I jam my pecker up there.”
“So? We gonna kill her anyway when we cum. Cares what condition she’s in when we do it?”
Elwood’s blood went cold. He knew the neighbor boys meant to do him harm, but saying it out loud solidified it in his mind. These were his last moments. He was about to die a violent death.
As scared as he was, as much as he knew he did not want to die, he could not help but think, in that moment, that after what had happened to uncle Jeff and his cousin Jake, he probably deserved whatever awful fate the Nelsons had in mind for him.
Carl did as he was told. He dropped down to the ground and slid underneath the clown girl. Pulling her hips over his, he guided her down on top of him. Jacob continued to pound her from behind and Philip, for his part, never lost a stroke inside her mouth. It was as though the three had experience gang raping girls. Lots of experience.
Somehow both enormous dicks fit inside her tiny body. If any internal damage was being done as they rocked her back and forth, sliding her between them like a perverse game of catch, she never let on, remaining just as silent and just as still as ever.
“Hey, I gots an idea…” Jacob said between huffs and puffs. “Gimmie that cum jar…”
Philip was currently in possession of the vile thing. He held it absent mindedly in one hand while he held the clown girl’s head in the other, face-fucking her with enough force and vigor that any normal woman would have choked, puked and passed out long before.
He handed spoiled jizz container off to his brother, smirking as he did so, clearly amused at whatever was about to transpire.
Jacob took the jar and sat it on the small of the woman’s back, balancing it on the flat area just before her hips and buttocks curved upward forming her plump ass.
Carefully, Jacob unscrewed the lid and tossed it off to the side. “Spill the jar, you win the prize!”
He and his brothers bust into laughter once again as they railed the poor girl, each thrust threatening to knock over the putrid container.
“Aw damn, you better not get none of that jizzm on me god damnit!” Carl yelped from underneath the rape train.
Jacob grew a devilish grin and redoubled his efforts as he cornholed the helpless girl, thrashing his hips wildly.
Carl put a hand up on either side of the jar, trying to keep it from spilling over on top of him. Its contents had already begun to slosh over the sides. The liquidy center oozed out from under a harder film crusted on top like spoiled milk. It splashed down the sides of the jar onto Carl’s hands and the clown girl’s back.
“God damn it!” Carl repeated as some of the brackish funk dripped onto his shirt.
Jacob and Philip cackled, thrusting harder and harder as their brother continued to spill rotten cum all over himself.
Carl finally pushed the jar off to one hand, gripped it by the rim and cast it aside, cussing and yelling the whole time. He wiped the thick gunk onto his shirt then yanked it over his head, tossing it aside as well.
“Ya’ll are a couple of assholes, you know that? I was finn’a wear that shirt to church tomorrow!”
More laughter erupted from the brothers between grunts and thrusts.
Elwood watched all of this with morbid curiosity, compelled both by the brothers’ immense carnality and their utter disconnect from the awful deed they performed.
Without even realizing it, he had been leaning closer to the sharp-ended sign post. His hand was right in front of it. Without another thought, he gripped it in his hand, turned, and plunged it directly into Mark Nelson’s neck.
Be back here next Saturday, October 14th, for chapter 6!