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 and click here to read chapter 5.
Foolishly, Elwood remained terrified of Mark Nelson. As though the rage-filled redneck would tear the sharp post from his neck wound and stab Elwood with it like some crazed movie villain.
In fact what happened was Mark Nelson shrank away, pawing at the deep wound. He drew his blood-soaked hands away and stared at them with wide, disbelieving eyes. All of that hate and rage drained from his face along with his color. His pale features trembled like he was suddenly a child scolded too harshly by his mother.
Mark dropped to his knees in front of Elwood and looked up at him, as if he couldn’t believe that the man he’d so recently been violently raping was capable of returning that violence in kind.
Elwood looked at his captor with a curious indifference, already resigned to a terrible death out there in the woods. His act of defiance didn’t fill him with hope or adrenaline. He didn’t imagine a daring escape into the darkness.
No, instead Elwood felt something he’d never felt in the presence of another person in his entire life.
He felt aroused.
Elwood never thought of himself as gay, especially not after the incident in Mark’s room with his fag jar. But he had also never been able to make himself aroused at the sight of a naked woman.
He’d experimented with gay porn on the Internet, but it was more out of curiosity about his sexuality than carnality or lust.
He had managed to bring himself to beat off to both straight and gay porn at different times, which only confused the matter further.
In truth, by the time uncle Jeff had died and Elwood had retreated to the solitude of the barn, he had maybe masturbated a half a dozen times. He could not now, standing there before Mark Nelson in the woods, remember the last time he’d achieved an erection. Sexuality was just too confusing for him. He’d shut out that particular biological function and assured himself that he was just a weird asexual anomaly.
But now he had a murder boner.
Mark collapsed onto his back, spurting blood from around the sign post sticking out of his neck. He was bleeding badly, but as long as the post stayed in his neck he would live a few minutes longer, Elwood guessed. It’s not like he had any experience killing anyone before.
But man did the sight of that blood, that abject fear and helplessness in the eyes of his attacker turn him on.
He’d never had this kind of power over another person before. Hell, he’d never had any power over a person before. He’d spent his entire life as a meek and timid little shit. The only time he’d ever been considered in charge of any situation was the one time he’d been left alone with his cousin Jake, and look how that turned out.
But this? Intoxicating.
He took a step forward. Mark flinched away, shielding his neck like a wounded animal, blubbering and begging Elwood away, crying for the fake clown not to hurt him.
Elwood couldn’t decide whether to finish the pathetic Nelson boy off or take out his dick and jack off on him. He supposed he could do the former after the later.
Or would it feel better to cum on his corpse?
These morbid thoughts were interrupted after a time by the sounds of the other Nelson brothers screams.
Jacob, Philip and Carl hadn’t heard Mark go down. Nor had they heard him blubber and beg for his life. They were busy finish up their dirty business with the clown girl.
“This god damn slut’s puss is too tight!” Carl said, grunting harder. “I caint hold my nut no longer!”
“Wait a damn tick now,” Jacob said, beads of sweat rolling out from under his filthy trucker hat into his ratty beard. “I got somethin’ special in mind for this whore. Don’t be blowin that load till I say!”
“He’s right, Jake,” Philip said, rolling his hips as he plunged his ringed cock in and out of the clown girl’s relaxed mouth. “I got a damn nut brewin, too. Her holes’s too small to fuck with for too long. I’m fixin to slather her lil face in ball-butter if you don’t come on with yer grand plan!”
“Just hold it! Think about fuckin’ granny or somethin. I want us all to bust in that there cum jar and then shove it down this skank’s throat!”
“Ain’t no good!” Carl said, panting now, trying to keep his hips still, but Jacob’s dick smashing in and out of the clown girl’s asshole was creating enough friction against Carl’s cock stuffed inside her pussy by itself to make the shirtless redneck blow his wad. “I LIKED fuckin’ granny!”
The three men howled in unison again as Jacob leaned down to pick up the partially spilled jar of semen.
His laughter was cut abruptly short when he wasn’t able to remove his penis from the clown girl’s rectum. The jar remained just outside of his reach. As he went to pull out to give himself the extra inch he needed, he was stuck.
“Dang,” he mumbled. “Ya’ll ain’t kiddin. Bitch is tight!”
He rocked his hips back again, but found himself held fast.
Beneath him, Carl too tried to exit the clown girl’s orifice. “My dick’s stuck!” he screamed, thrashing back and forth. “My damn dick’s stuck!”
Philip laughed harder. “Quit fartin around! Let’s nut on this bitch and get to killin’ her. I ain’t missin’ Hell In A Cell rasslin’ over a dumb ass clown.”
But as he tried to pull his cock out of the clown girl’s mouth, he too was unable to remove it.
Now the three rapists were shouting and screaming and doing no more laughing.
Elwood glanced over his shoulder, maniacal grin on his face. He watched as the three Nelson boys thrashed and punched at the clown girl, cursing and begging and praying to be let go.
“Aw, jeez Elwood!” Jacob cried. “We was only playin’ We didn’t mean nothin’ by it! Tell your girlfriend to let us go!”
Elwood stumbled over toward them as though drunk. His eyes were glazed over and his boner was ragin hard as ever. “Not Elwood,” he said, slowly pulling the clown mask down over his face.
“Name’s Skitzo Cyko. I’m a killer clown. Just like her.”
Elwood watched the Nelson brothers wail, one hand absently rubbing the boner straining the front of his pants.
One second, the clown girl was still on her hands and knees–the Nelsons smashing her in the face, back and arms with their fists, trying to rip their cocks out of her body with no success–the next moment she was standing. Just like before, she hadn’t actually moved, just… phased to a new position.
This only increased the complaints from the Nelsons, as they were not only seemingly fused to the clown girl by their penises, but now they were hanging from them. “Lawd Jesus in heaven kill me now!” Carl screamed, flopping underneath the clown girl’s spread legs. He hung only inches from the ground, gently swaying back and forth like an empty swing. He clawed at her hips, trying and failing to pull himself up and take the weight off of his straining penis.
Jacob was fairing no better behind him. The big man was tall enough to keep his feet on the ground, but the way the clown girl was standing and the way his cock was stuck up her ass, he was forced to kneel forward, but even that wasn’t enough to take the strain off his dick. To make matters worse, Carl kept bucking and kicking his legs out from under him, causing him to constantly lose his footing and end up with his dick supporting his full body weight, which was considerable.
In fact, none of the Nelsons weighed less than two hundred pounds. A trait that usually worked in their favor as they were able to bully and intimidate virtually anyone in town. Tonight, however, that was not the case.
Philip had it the worst. Being in the clown girl’s mouth meant that he was hanging from the highest up and had absolutely nothing above him to grab onto to counter his weight. Indeed after only seconds the sound of the tendons in his pelvis ripping free matched his screams.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Understandably, Philip wasn’t able to make many coherent words as he whined. He sounded more like a dying goat than a man dangling from a naked, supernatural killer clown girl in the middle of the woods.
Elwood only laughed at the men’s plight. He was suddenly having the time of his life. It then occurred to him that as Skitzo Cyko the killer clown, he could do anything he wanted. So he pulled down the front of his baggy clown trousers and jacked his murder boner off right there in front of god and everyone.
He was unconcerned about Mark Nelson behind him. What was the worst he would do? Try to get up and run away? He was in a real bad way and wouldn’t get far. And if he tried to pull the post from his neck? He’d be dead before he made two steps. Elwood was content leaving him behind him stewing in his own pain and fear for a few minutes while he watched the Nelson brothers in front of him suffer.
That’s when the clown girl moved.
She was instantly standing in front of Elwood and while it startled him, it didn’t make him piss himself like when he’d first seen her take her face off. It almost made him cum, actually, but he was so unused to sex, he was doing a good job holding his cum back.
While the girl had moved, the Nelson boys had not. However, instead of their dicks sticking out of her orifices, three thick black tentacles now extended from her back. They were made of that same deep dark anti-color that Elwood had seen before when Mark’s dog had attacked her. They also shimmered the same iridescent green as rows and rows of eyes pulsed from the clown girl’s back, all the way to their tips which still firmly held the Nelsons’ cocks.
He smiled and continued to stroke his dick as the thing that pretended to be a clown stared at his boner.
“I’m one of you now. Look,” he said, stepping aside, showing off the work he’d done to Mark Nelson.
The redneck kicked his legs, making a weak attempt to crawl away. The entire front of his clothes were soaked in his blood and his face was chalk white. He wouldn’t last another few minutes.
The clown glanced from Elwood’s dick to Mark, then back at Elwood, all of course without appearing to move at all.
“One of us?” she said. Her lips did not move. In fact, the sound didn’t seem to emanate from the clown girl at all. Instead it hit Elwood like a series of waves radiating from the forest itself.
Her voice was low and husky, yet feminine. It contained the sort of base one would expect from a goddess or a demon.
Elwood nodded. The clown girl reached up, deliberately using her actual appendage instead of just phasing her limb in place. She gently touched Elwood’s clown mask, running her long, slim fingers over its grotesque nose and sharp teeth.
She did the same to her own clown face with her other hand, then slid that face away, revealing the black, shimmering triangle-thing that passed for a face underneath.
She pushed Elwood’s mask up, revealing his all too human face.
He felt embarrassed again. Inadequate. He wished he was like her. He wished his skin was made of… space or a black hole or whatever the fuck it was the clown girl was made of.
“One of us?” she repeated.
Elwood cast his eyes downward. “No,” he said meekly.
“No,” the clown girl said. “Not yet.”
Elwood looked up, surprised.
The clown girl slowly turned her head toward Mark Nelson. Again deliberately going through the physical motion as to best communicate her her intention.
Mark lay dying in the dirt, his eyes glassy. Garbled moans escaped his bloodied lips along with a series of small bubbles, indicating his impending expiration.
Elwood looked at the bloody redneck then back at the clown girl not understanding.
“What? Do you want me to kill him?”
As if in answer, she turned her attention back toward the other Nelson boys.
Be back here next Saturday, October 21st, for chapter 8!