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She Was Only A Clown Chapters 26 And 27

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SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday. 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, click here to read chapters 8 and 9, click here to read chapters 10 and 11, click here to read chapters 12 thru 14, click here to read chapters 15 and 16, click here to read chapters 17 and 18, click here to read chapters 19 thru 21, click here to read chapters 22 and 23 and click here to read chapters 24 and 25. 

Chapter 26

Why’d I do it? Why’d I hit my best friend in the head with a crowbar after she’d saved my life from a psycho killer bent on torturing and raping us to death?

I guess the easy answer is because I could.

See, there’s a lot of my story I haven’t told you. I just told you the fun stuff, the sexy stuff, the stuff to make your dick hard. There’s LOTS of other stuff about me that I don’t tell anybody. In fact, what I’m about to tell you now I’ve never spoken out loud once in my life.

It’s my secret self. The self I keep locked away. You might even say if you were one of those head doctors who get off on this kind of stuff that the reason I’m such an outgoing slut is because it’s the easiest way to mask what’s really going on inside me.

I don’t see people as people. At least that’s what the books I read about other people like me say. I don’t really think of it like that. Sure they’re people but when it gets right down to it, I don’t really give a fuck about anybody, you understand what I’m saying?

I can pretend to care. Hell, I even told you I wanted to marry Mandee at one point because we had so much fun together. But it’s because I loved the fun we had reducing men down to just their dicks. Till that night at psycho Ryan’s house It was the closest I’d ever come to meeting somebody else like me. Shit man, maybe she was just like me only we never talked about it this way.

There were nights guys would be sleeping. Those nights I actually let a guy stay over at my place. There were nights when I would get off harder after he was asleep than when we were fucking. I would stand there over them and I would think about bashing their skulls in or putting a pillow over their faces or poisoning them. Hell, I came up with a new fantasy to kill them just about every time and man oh man did that get me off.

I guess I’ve been this way my whole life. I mean, I know my mom fucked me up bad and those books say it’s always childhood trauma that makes people into psycho killers. I guess my drunk mom laughing while her boyfriends put lit cigarettes out on my bare ass did a number on me. And that’s just the tip of the ole iceberg as far as the sadistic shit she and her men would pull on me. Shit that would make your damn skin crawl, for sure. Enough twisted shit to make me like this, for DAMN sure! 

I don’t really know and frankly I don’t really care. I came to terms with myself a long, long time ago. So when we were standing there in Ryan’s murder room and both of them were distracted trying to kill each other, I got the idea in my head. Even as zonked out on drugs as I was, I saw my plan clearly.

I knew how to get away with murder.

Chapter 27

I didn’t have to do much to Ryan. Mandee had fucked him up pretty good with all the stomping. He just lay there and wheezed. It was Mandee I was worried about. If she could curb stomp a grown man, she could snap my little ass in half without any trouble. I dragged her up onto the blood-stained mattress and hit her in the head again with he crowbar once she started moving around and moaning.

I had to be careful. If I hit her too hard or too many times I was either gonna kill her or cause her brain to swell up enough to that it would kill her pretty quick. I didn’t want that to happen, not yet.

It’s not that I didn’t like Mandee. Hell, I loved her in my own weird way. She’d never really done anything to piss me off. As far as roommates and best friends went, she was pretty fucking spectacular.

Thing is, all that goodness made my pussy that much wetter when I got to thinking about killing her. It’s easy to kill someone you don’t like. There’s not much passion in it. Like getting yourself off one too many times in a day. That last cum just ain’t that satisfying.

I dragged Ryan over next to the mattress. I didn’t like the way he was breathing and turning blue. He wasn’t gonna last much longer and I needed him for one particular thing if I was gonna pull off my plan.

If it was up to me, I’d have kept the two of them alive a few days. Hell, maybe longer if I’d actually been prepared to kill people that night. As it was I was butt ass naked and high on drugs trying to kill my best friend and get away with it in the time it took most people to decide which movie to watch on TV while they ate dinner so I figured even a little bit of fun was a bonus.

I yanked Ryan’s pants off and fished around for his keys till I remembered they’d gone flying when Mandee gave him that nut shot. I scrambled around on the floor and finally found them half-slid under the mattress. Once I had those, I stripped him the rest of the way naked and piled his clothes in the corner of the room.

He didn’t fight me much, which was a bad sign. His face was all puffy and he kept blowing little frothy red bubbles.

When I put his dick in my mouth I was half convinced it wasn’t gonna get hard which was gonna make my plan more complicated. But, to my surprise, his pecker jumped right to attention once I sucked on it for a few seconds.

I don’t know if that’s a natural reaction in all dying men or if it was a testament to Ryan’s virility. Either way After jacking his hard-on off and licking his balls for a few minutes, he was stiff as a corpse.

Maybe that’s not the best comparison considering he was basically on the verge of death while I was blowing him, but fuck it. There it is.

Quick as I could I climbed on top of him and stuck his dick inside me. His eyes rolled out of the back of his head and tried to focus on me while I rode his dick. I mashed his face with my hand, trying to push it as far away from myself as I could while not killing him. I needed him to cum first.

I got up on the balls of my feet and slammed down on his dick as hard as I could, getting it as deep into my pussy as I could. I gyrated my hips, grabbed the shaft and wiggled it around, doing my best to get as much of his DNA up inside me as possible. See where I’m going with this?

All of that fucking had Ryan twitching and turning purple in just a few minutes. I lay my head down on his stomach, jacked his dick off as fast as I could and waited for it. The dude blew a huge load all over my face. Kinda made me sad. If he hadn’t been such a fucking lunatic he would have been a nice lay.

I rolled over and lay on my back for a while, giving his load time to dry. Then I got up and walked over to his torture wall. Man he had all kinds of shit hanging there. The dude was one sadistic fuck.

I stood there admiring his hardware for a while. There were hand-saws, clamps, hot pokers, blow torches, chains, The sick freak even had custom suffocation masks designed to inflict the utmost suffering in his victims.

Imagine if I’d met him under different circumstances? We could have been some kind of psycho killer Bonnie and Clyde, luring young women back to our torture house, taking turns breaking their minds and mutilating their bodies. What a lovely couple we could have made.

As it was, he was about to choke to death on his own blood and I was about to take one of the hand saws off the wall and chop off his dick.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 23rd, for chapter 28! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 24 And 25

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SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday. 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, click here to read chapters 8 and 9, click here to read chapters 10 and 11, click here to read chapters 12 thru 14, click here to read chapters 15 and 16, click here to read chapters 17 and 18, click here to read chapters 19 thru 21, and click here to read chapters 22 and 23. 

Chapter 24

Mandee and I were both still naked, wearing only our heels as we made our way through the big old house. We held on to each other and giggled as we felt our way through the dark rooms. Ryan wasn’t turning lights on and the ecstasy was hitting us hard as fuck so we could barely tell up from down when we finally saw a bright light switch on way up ahead in a room in the corner of the huge house.

“What is this, hide and seek?” Mandee yelled. Her words were slurred. She was as fucked up as I was. Trying to get down that long dark hallway was like walking through a fun house full off goofy mirrors.

We were fucked up on more than ecstasy.

Again, I don’t want you to think we were that dumb that we let a dude roofie us and drive us out to the boonies. We’d had guys try to spike our drinks before. Hell, I’ve been drugged at least three times while I was out trying to pick up dick. We’ve got mace in our purses and white knights just a phone call away to come save us anytime shit gets too hot in slutsville.

Problem was, Ryan didn’t seem like any of the previous creepy rapeoids we’d run into before. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time Mandee had been so excited to pick up a dude. We were always the huntressess looking for thick, hard cock to pounce on. But as we stumbled and fumbled our way into that back bedroom, I realized we were the prey.

“Hang on,” I slurred, trying to get a handle on the situation before we flung ourselves headlong into something we didn’t fully understand.

But Mandee was already hopping into the room. Yes, hopping. She was out of her mind fucked up, pretending to be a rabbit. I lurched after her, trying to clear my head and buy us an extra few seconds to talk about what the hell was happening to us.

But then it was too late. The door shut behind us. I heard the metallic tumble as it was locked. I turned around and even through the wavy haze of my drug induced episode I could tell that Ryan hadn’t taken any ecstasy. He stood there, clear eyed. Smiling. He held something behind his back.

Mandee slumped over onto me, barely able to stand now as the drugs overwhelmed us. It was as if Ryan knew exactly how long he had to get us home before we were jelly-legged and piss-brained.

Like he’d done this before.

“W-what the fuck?” is all Mandee could manage as she looked around at the room.

In the corner, Ryan had laid out a bare twin sized mattress. The walls were bare save for one small shelf that contained an assortment of saws, hammers, handcuffs, gags and blindfolds. The windows were covered in thick drapes, not that it mattered way out there in the country.

The thing Mandee was freaking out about was the blood. There was blood dried on the mattress, on the walls around the mattress and the floor. And behind Ryan, the door he’d locked was made of some kind of custom reinforced steel. It had no handle on the inside, just a tiny slot for a key and another larger slot at eye level, presumably for Ryan to leer through when he wasn’t inside doing god knows what to god knows who with the bloody instruments hanging from the walls.

The bitch had really walked us into a torture chamber. We’d roofied ourselves, stripped naked and practically danced right into Ryan’s trap.

Yes bitches can be just that fucking stupid if you make us horny enough.

A clanking sound at my feet snapped me out of my bewildered state. I tried to focus on the object, finally deciding that squinting while closing one eye gave me the best chance at seeing what the fuck it was around the swirl of pulsing color that currently assaulted my senses.

A crowbar.

“The fuck are you doing?” I said, staggering around to face our captor.

“Ya’ll are fucked. Let’s just get that out there and put it to rest now. You ain’t getting out of this room unless I decide you are, are we clear?”

Mandee started to whine behind me. Her mind was in outer space but she was following Ryan’s words. That was good. I was going to need her help if we were going to live through the night.

At least that was my initial reaction to being locked inside Ryan’s torture room.

Way things actually played out went sideways faster than I can scarf down an uncircumcised cock.

Chapter 25

“One of you will pick up that crowbar and hit the other one with it.”

Mandee and I looked at each other, then back at Ryan trying to figure out if he was joking. He didn’t look like he was joking.

“Do it now. What the fuck are you whores waiting for, a dog whistle?”

“Fuck you, piece of shit!” Mandee yelled, putting her hand on my shoulder for balance.

Ryan laughed. His face had changed. His eyes. It was like a mask had been dropped and the real Ryan was looking at us now. The evil Ryan.

“Let me just lay it out there, I know you girls are a little out of it right now, but try to follow along. I’m going to stand outside this room while the two of you beat and rape one another with various instruments of torture while I pleasure myself to the sounds of your screams and pleas for help and I’m only going to let one of you live. If you refuse to play along, I’ll chop you both up while you’re still alive, rape your dismembered bodies in front of each other and feed you to one another until there’s nothing left for me to fuck. Okay?”

Mandee shuffled forward, small tits perked up, hair blown back from running her hands through it. She looked like a nude goddess standing there all defiant, staring death in the face and spitting at it.

“I’ll fucking claw your eyes out and rip your little fucking pecker off before you get a chance, asshole! Come on! Fucking come get me!”

Ryan fumbled with the keys in his hand, clearly underestimating Mandee’s level of lucidity. But before he was able to get out of the torture chamber, Mandee caught in him clean in the dick with a lightning fast knee to the groin, causing him to cry out in shock and pain, sending the key ring flying across the room.

That’s when Mandee set to work on his face. She jumped onto his chest, knocking him back into the steel door and started tearing at his eyes with her nails, just as she’d threatened to do.

She got him good, too. Blood was pouring from his face when he finally got a hold of her hair and yanked her head back, peeling her off him like she was an angry cat.

“Fucking cunt! I’ll fuck your lifeless eye sockets!”

But for all his big talk, he was still fucked up from the knee to the dick so when Mandee reared back and kicked him in the chest he went down like a sack of assholes.

I said before he was tall but lanky. There wasn’t much to him. He might have been stronger than Mandee but she had that ass and thighs on her.

He lay there trying to suck in air as Mandee went to just stomping on his chest and head. He put his hands up, trying to grab onto her legs and pull her off but after three or four stomps she got him in the throat with her heel and must have cracked or smashed something in there because he set to wheezing after that and it was clear he didn’t pose much of a threat anymore.

Mandee turned around, covered in Ryan’s blood, doing a lot of huffing and puffing of her own. “Get the keys,” she said, wiping the blood out of her eyes. “let’s get the motherfuck outta here!”

That’s when I hit her in the face with the crowbar.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 16th, for chapter 26! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapter 5

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SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novel presented in weekly installments every Saturday. 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. 

Chapter 5

What the fuck we got here, boys?” Jacob asked.

The clown girl stood perfectly still. Her hands hung limply at her side. She stared straight ahead.

The Nelson brothers shuffled over to her.

Mark stayed behind, stilling holding Elwood’s broken body up by his neck.

Elwood glanced again at the sign post laying next to him on the ground.

“Look at the tits on this one!” Carl said, rushing up and grabbing the clown girl’s ample breasts without hesitation. “Damn, they full titties, too!”

Jacob stopped in front of the strange girl and looked into her eyes.

She stared blankly ahead as her large breasts were kneaded, pinched and twisted in turns by the backwoods brothers.

Jacob took his turn squeezing her tits, then waved his hand in front of her face. “She your girl or something?” he asked Elwood over his shoulder.

“She retarded?” Philip added, groping her heavy bosom again.

“N-no. I don’t know.” Elwood whispered. “She’s only a clown.”

While Mark’s attention was on his brothers molesting the clown, Elwood took the opportunity to reach out for the sign post. Mark’s grip had relaxed considerably since the girl had appeared. His arm now more or less just hung across Elwood’s chest.

Ever so slightly, Elwood leaned forward. His fingers were almost there. If he could just lean a little more…

“Sit up, faggot. You’re gonna wanna see this!” Mark said, pulling Elwood back up straight.

“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 was the first to flop his dick out. It was a fat, uncircumcised thing. It appeared calloused and dark, like he’d never used lube once in his life.

Elwood was reminded of a summer sausage, all greasy and littered with dark spots. Jacob had more thick, wiry hair on the base of his cock than he did on his entire head and face.

When he yanked his dirty pants down, his pair of golf-ball sized testicles popped out, too. Those were almost as hairy as the rest of his private area.

Elwood felt Mark’s cock stiffen against his back as the rest of the Nelson boys took out their dicks too.

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 rubbed his bejeweled cock on the girl’s curly orange 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.

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 ran away from every fight he’d ever been in. Any time one of the ignorant town kids had 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 a hold 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 Elwood 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 jewelry 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, glancing up at Elwood. He pushed 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 limp wrist and began to jack himself off with her hand while his brothers simultaneously fucked her ass and mouth.

“Hands ain’t no good, man!” He protested after several seconds of jacking himself. “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 without interruption.

“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 after 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. If they planned to kill the weird clown girl then they definitely planned to kill him, too. 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 Leo, 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 previous 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 by her hair 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 the 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 laughed wildly, 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 the soiled garment 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.

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Be back here next Saturday, October 14th, for chapter 6!