She Was Only A Clown Chapters 8 and 9

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 and click here to read chapters 6 an 7.


Chapter 8

Philip was first.

He hung, spazing just as hard as ever when the black tendril holding him suddenly dropped him to the ground and let him go.

As his brothers hung at eye level by the tendrils still gripping tightly to their dicks, Philip stood up, bewildered.

God in heaven,” he said. “God in heaven!”

He waddled around in a circle, not sure what to do. Jacob and Carl shouted profanities at him and flailed their arms in his direction, as if merely by touching him they too would be released from their agonizing torture. Both brothers went dead silent when they saw what happened next.

God in heaven. God in heaven!” Philip said over and over, rubbing his pierced dick and balls as he continued his waddle in small, semi-circles.

He hadn’t bothered to pull his pants back up. They hung comically at his hips, unbuttoned and unzipped, slipping down more and more with each little lap he made.

Without warning, the black tentacle which had been hovering menacingly above Philip’s head darted out and struck his dick, knocking the dumpy hillbilly onto his ass.

Before he could stand up, his dick began to grow. Or at least that’s what Elwood thought was happening. After another moment, he realized it wasn’t Philip’s dick and balls, but the rings and barbells sticking out of his dick that were growing.

God! God!” the dirty rapist said, shortening his crazed mantra to just a single syllable as he was lifted off the ground by the gigantic rings and thick barbells that stretched his genitals to impossible lengths.

And then, they burst.

Blood and semen gushed down the sides of the boulder-sized balls and rings as Philip’s privates exploded from the strain of the enormous jewelry.

This action freed Philip from his seat atop the giant metal balls, allowing his limp body, shaking from shock, to slide down to the ground where he landed on his face and sobbed into the dirt, screaming “Mah pecker! Mah pecker!”

Next up was Carl. When the tendril let him go, he landed on his feet and bolted for the treeline and the darkness beyond. He only made it several paces beofre the tentacle caught up to him, splitting itself into five separate appendages as it did so. The middle, and thickest of them stabbed directly into Carl’s back, severing his spine, sending him crumpled to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.

He cried out for his mother as the tentacle stood him back up, holding him at his natural height so that his now useless feet touched the ground.

The other tentacles darted into the flesh of Carl’s wrists and knees, dancing him up and down, turning him back toward the bloody scene and walking him, screaming and crying incoherently, unable to fight back without the control of his body below the neck.

The tendrils operated Carl’s body like an expert conductor would lead an orchestra. He hobbed and wabbled right up to the cum jar laying on its side next to where the brothers had performed their perverted acts on the clown girl. Carl eyed the soiled container with fresh fear as the black tentacles eased his arms down and picked it up with limp wrists.

The paralyzed rapist went quiet for a moment, confused as to what was transpiring as the tendril stood him back up and walked him toward his brother Jacob, still hanging in the air by his dick.

Jacob figured it out first. “Oh sweet mother fucker in heaven, just kill me! Kill me you evil ass bitch!”

He struggled anew against the tendril holding him by the dick. He put his hands between his legs and yanked, trying with considerable effort to castrate himself with his own hands, preferring a ripped off dick to the fate he imagined waited for him once his brother’s limp body staggered over to him. His fingernails dug into the flesh at the root of his thick hairy cock and came away bloody.

Had his penis been less girthy, he may have been able to dig through it before Carl made it to him.

Unfortunately, he had a big fat dick and was still swinging and twisting, hollering at god, the devil and anyone who would listen when Carl’s useless body, and that damn cum jar walked right up to him.


Chapter 9

Elwood had stopped masturbating when the clown girl had touched his face. But now, seeing Jacob hanging there trying to rip his own dick off while his paralyzed brother held the cum jar over his head was just too much. He started jacking off again, even though the clown girl stood right in front of him. He could feel the weird energy rippling off of her triangle head like some kind of nuclear fallout.

Imagining himself melting away into a puddle of toxic goo from radiation poisoning just made his murder boner even harder.

He was one really fucked up dude.

Then, like his other brothers, Jacob was unceremoniously dropped. But instead of trying to run away, Jacob jumped to his feet and started swinging his fists. He punched Carl over and over, desperately pawing at the cum jar. “Gimmie that fuckin’ thing, Carl god damnit! Give it here!”

But the tendrils expertly dodged the lumbering redneck’s huge hands. After a few minutes of struggling, A stray tendril that had been hanging out above Philip like a cobra ready to strike, making sure the castrated man didn’t try to run away again suddenly broke its swaying trance and launched itself like a bull whip, wrapping itself around Jacob’s neck, lifting him just high enough off the ground to make him stop grabbing at the cum jar and busy himself with choking to death instead.

The pair of tentacles buried in Carl’s wrists lifted his arms up, positioning the cum jar above Jacob’s choking face.

I’m sorry, brother!” Carl wailed. “I cain’t even feel my hands!”

Jacob could not form a verbal response, what with the noose-like tendril choking the life out of him. But he did start kicking the shit out of Carl’s legs and exposed dick in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable.

This action made Carl immediately forget his remorse, instead turning his attention on his genitals currently under assault.

I cain’t feel my dick, neither! I cain’t feel my dick! I cain’t feel my dick!”

Each time Jacob reared back and punted Carl’s cock and balls, Carl’s entire body would flop around like a limp crash test dummy, causing the cum jar to slosh and threaten to expell its contents directly onto Jacob’s face.

Upon realizing he was playing his own twisted game of “spill the jar, win the prize” he stopped kicking his brother in the dick.

Do it,” Elwood whispered, not taking his eyes off the cum jar as he furiously masturbated in front of the clown girl. “Do it!”

The otherworldly clown complied, tipping the jar ever so slightly with Carl’s limp hands.

The nasty, rotten sperm oozed out of the jar like snot mixed with spoiled milk, dropping onto the bearded man’s face in clotted globs resembling cottage cheese.

Jacob squeezed his eyes closed as a knot of cum splashed onto his forehead and dripped down into them. Elwood admired the contrast between the yellowish gunk and the bright purple shade Jacob’s face had taken on since the tentacles began strangling him to death.

The tentacles seemed to read Elwood’s mind as it was no sooner than the thought crossed his mind that the tendril choking Jacob lowered him to his feet and relaxed its grip enough that the big rapist was able to take a huge gulping breath into his depleted lungs.

That’s also when Carl’s hands decided to empty half the Jar into Jacob’s open mouth.

The biggest Nelson brother choked and spit. He blew cum out of his nose and threw it up all over the front of himself, but Carl’s hands kept pouring the contents of the jar slowly out like some perverted Chinese water torture.

I’m sorry, brother!” Carl screamed again but in truth his apologies sounded more relieved than remorseful. Like the younger Nelson was content to be paralyzed as long as he didn’t have to drink his little brother’s rotten sperm.

His reprieve would be short lived, but let’s finish with Jacob Nelson before we get on to that business.

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Be back here next Saturday, October 28th, for chapter 10! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 6 And 7

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.


Chapter 6

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.”


Chapter 7

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.

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Be back here next Saturday, October 21st, for chapter 8! 

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