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, click here to read chapter 4, click here to read chapter 5, click here to read chapters 6 an 7 and click here to read chapters 8 and 9.

Chapter 10

As Jacob choked on the rancid jizm steadily oozing across his face and mouth like a toxic molasses, a tentacle sneaked up behind his head. The little black tendril looped around Jacob’s upper lip and across his nose, circling back around to the back of his head, forming a small lasso.

This lasso tightened, forcing Jacob’s head back and his mouth open against his will. He hollered some more. He had quite a bit of energy left in him for a guy who’d spent the better part of an hour butt-raping a seemingly helpless girl only to get hung up by his dick and try to rip it off.

He started kicking again. That’s all he could do, really, kick and yank at the big black rope-like tentacle choking his neck to death.

Carl’s hands tipped the cum jar on end, pouring the remaining contents directly into Jacob’s throat.

The big man had no choice but to chug the disgusting fluid or drown in it. Tears flowing out of his eyes, he gulped and gulped as the last of the milky cum drizzled out of the jar like icing.

Jacob let out a relieved cry when the jar was finally empty and he’d swallowed the final drop.

Both he and Carl were emotionally drained, heaving and sobbing, cursing under their breaths as Philip lay beside them still wailing about his exploded dick and balls.

The awful men remained in this relative state of calm for only a moment though, as the clown girl wasn’t quite finished with them just yet.

The tentacle wrapped around Jacob’s neck slacked allowing him to get his hands around it and yank. He only got two or three good tugs in before the lasso-like tendril around his face tightened causing him to yelp as his nose was crushed against his hairy upper lip.

Blood squirted from his eyes as the relentless vice-like tuber simultaneously squeezed his face and wrenched his head back, forcing his mouth open as wide as it would go.

And then it opened even more.

Jacob’s bleeding eyes went wide as his cheeks were ripped into shredded chunks with only tiny slivers of white flesh maintaining connectivity between his upper and lower mandibles.

“Make him eat it,” Elwood whispered.

Philip’s hands shoved the cum jar violently forward, filling the gaping hole that was Jacob’s mouth.

The tentacles binding Jacob suddenly slithered away, allowing him to climb clumsily to his feet. He placed his hands on the jar now lodged halfway down his throat, trying to clear his airway when a tendril rose up from behind, hovering over him, coiled like a snake.

Before he could yank the cum jar free, the tentacle struck down, smacking the container further down his throat.

Jacob staggered, choking, the entire front of his face and neck torn away to make room for the thick jar.

The tentacle smacked it once more, lodging it into Jacob’s chest cavity where it finally shattered with several sickening pops and cracks, causing the ruined body of the eldest Nelson brother to spew the remainder of his life blood all over paralyzed Carl and dickless Philip before he crumpled to the ground, spasmed a bit and finally died.

“Devil! We was tryin’a fuck the devil!” Carl finally said after a long silence wherein all parties just stared at the still body of Jacob watching the last of Mark’s cum seep up out of the gaping holes in Jacob’s chest.

Carl tried to repeat himself but only managed “The dev–” before the tentacles holding his useless arms and legs all yanked in unison, dismembering the quadriplegic man in an instant.

Carl’s torso hit the ground with a thud while the tendrils cast his arms and legs into the dense and dark woods outside the ring of light provided by the Nelson brothers’ dirt bikes.

Elwood’s eyes danced back and forth between the maimed Nelson boys, hand jacking his murder dick as fast as it could in anticipation for whatever came next.

The clown girl would not disappoint.

Chapter 11

She looked like some kind of nightmare octopus standing there before Elwood, stone still, her human mask draped back behind her head like a hood. Her real triangle head cocked to one side, unmoving.

The only parts of her that moved were the many writhing, undulating black tendrils that extended out from her back, whipping and vacillating above the broken, bloody and dying Nelson brothers.

The clown girl’s body became human again just below the neck. Her heavy, naked breasts hung just above Elwood’s murder boner, paintless now thanks to the fucking Philip had given them with the big dick he no longer possessed.

Elwood ignored her human tits, though. Tits didn’t turn him on. The scene behind the clown girl did.

The mass of wiggling black tentacles coalesced into two thick masses each bigger around than an Amazonian anaconda. These tubers sank to the ground and slithered toward the living Nelson brothers.

Philip had managed to get to his knees, although his hands were still feeling around his exploded crotch as though he would find his dick and balls somewhere in the gore if he just kept searching for them.

Carl on the other hand just lay on his back like a hard turd, crying softly for his mamma.

The tentacles squirmed around the two bodies, wrapping them tightly causing renewed screaming from the pair.

Elwood was reaching climax. The anticipation causing him to sweat profusely inside the mask. Being his weird ass self, he imagined the sweat was his flesh melting off his face from radiation poisoning. He imagined that behind his clown face was just a liquefying red skull with wide, crazy eyes.

Philip kicked his legs as he was raised into the air, his arms pinned at his side by the snake-like tentacle.

Carl’s eyes spun wildly as he tried to see what awful fate awaited him, still begging for his mamma to save him.

The two brothers met as the tentacles slammed Carl’s head into the gaping wound in Philip’s crotch. The clown girl was quite literally raping Philip with Carl, plunging the later’s head into the former’s ruined genitals over and over again until Philip’s lower body looked like bloody shredded cheese.

Carl, for his part, held his breath every time he was shoved up into his brother. His face was a crimson mask, soaked with Philip’s gory fluids.

This continued on with more and more ferocity until Philip’s legs were broken, jutting off at weird angles and Carl’s head had extended so far into Philip’s body that his entrails were wrapping around Carl’s head.

Philip died from his wounds first, his dead, limp body so drained of liquid it no longer even bled.

Carl, though, Carl was a survivor. Nelsons were a hearty stock and even though he was bleeding from the stumps of both his arms and legs, he still would not die. This fact was not lost on him, either.

As the clown girl continued to use his head as a battering ram against the corpse of his brother, Carl took maters into his own hands, finally sticking his tongue out and biting down as his head was shoved up into the maw of Philip’s rib cage. The force of the impact severed Carl’s tongue and finally led to enough bleeding to send him into unconscious oblivion.

Sensing the end of her fun, the clown girl raised Carl’s unconscious body into the air nearly to the treetops and then let him go.

The last Nelson splattered onto the ground with a dull thud, ending their nights of rape and terror once and for all.

Upon hearing that satisfying splat, Elwood let his seed fly, unable to hold back even a moment longer.

His powerful ejaculation arced up onto the clown girl’s big tits with enough pent-up volume to completely engulf one aeraola and make a considerable effort to cover the other.

He stood there, dick in hand panting as his sizable load dripped off the clown girl’s breasts onto the blood-soaked ground.

If the monster-girl was offended by Elwood’s ejaculate, she made no indication of it. She stood solemnly as ever and after a few moments of awkward staring, she retracted the black tendrils back into her slight body. She then reached back and pulled the human mask up over her head and became just a girl once more.

“One of us?” She said the words again that had instigated the carnage that had sent Elwood into his ecstatic trance.

As he came down from his post-cum high, he realized it was his turn. She wanted him to kill Mark Nelson.

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Be back here next Saturday, November 4th, for chapter 12!