She Was Only A Clown Chapters 33 And 34

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Chapter 33

The clown girl wept openly, her story finished. She sobbed into her knees which she’d drawn up to her chest. She was folded like a child’s highchair, making herself look even more slight than her already petite frame suggested.

Even after the vile tale she’d just told, Elwood felt a measure of sympathy for her, even if that sympathy in turn made him question his own morality.

Then he remembered he was a piece of shit himself. Maybe not quite on the level of a murderous psychopath, at least not yet. He figured, given a few more years, he might very well have turned out exactly the same way as Kiana.

Kiana. It was so weird finally putting a name to the face of the vicious and terrifying clown girl who had massacred the Nelson brothers with such precise sadism and gusto.

Now he understood why.

So you don’t remember anything from the woods? The Nelsons? Me?”

Kiana shook her head. “Are you gonna kill me, mister?”

No…” Elwood said. “I’m just a guy. I’m here to–” he hesitated. What exactly was he here to do? He’d been so focused on finding the real mind behind the clown girl that he hadn’t exactly thought his plan through any further.

I’m trapped here just like you,” he said finally.

Can you get us out? Can you wake us up, mister? Can you get me to my mom!” She was getting hysterical again, crying and clinging to Elwood’s shirt.

I-I don’t think so.” Elwood was again in a position he’d never been in before. A woman had never looked to him for protection, for help. The look in her eyes, the way she held on to him. He still did not have sexual feelings, but some paternal sense emerged from deep within him. Some latent gene switched on under the stress of the present insanity before him.

He did something he never dreamed he would do in his life. He pulled the girl close and held her tightly.

Then he told her the truth.

No. I can’t. I can’t get you out of here. We’re inside of its mind. Inside the devil. Our souls. We’re trapped here, probably forever.”

Kiana cried harder, burying her face into Elwood’s chest as he explained uncle Jeff, the Nelsons, what happened in the woods, his nightmare, the dead planet, the crustacean species and everything he knew about the entity.

They sat together for a long while after Elwood had finished. They didn’t speak. He granted her all the time she needed to process what had happened to her. Hell, Elwood was still processing what he’d seen, what he’d done out there in the woods.

Finally Kiana spoke. “So we’re trapped inside of its mind. And you broke out of your nightmare to come find me inside my nightmare. But just our minds. Our bodies are still out there in the woods doing god-knows-what to bring about some kind of mass chaos event that allows this inter-dimensional alien to eat our entire planet and all the life on it? That about sum it up?”

Yep,” Elwood said.

“How is this real? How the fuck did this happen to us of all people? I’m a psycho slut serial killer and you, no offense darling but you’re just a sad redneck with bad luck and worse friends.”

Elwood considered this for a while. “We’re bad people. But we’re the worst kind of bad people. We’re bad people who hate ourselves more than we hate the world and this… thing, this alien wants to use that hatred to eat our planet.”

Why do you care? You’re just a white trash piece of shit, honey. You ain’t no hero.”

Elwood chuckled. “It asked me the same thing when I was trapped in my own nightmare. I don’t really know. When it showed me that other world, those other people and what it made them do. I couldn’t be like them. I couldn’t let it win. Maybe it was wrong about me. Maybe I don’t hate myself more than I hate my world. Maybe I just hate myself and much as I hate this fucking thing that’s trying to consume everything I’ve ever known.”

And how are we gonna stop it?”

Elwood smirked knowingly, like a kid about to show his friend his dad’s porno magazine stash. “You just gotta trust me.”

Kiana looked at him, confused, overwhelmed by what she’d been told. Just as she made to respond, Mandee’s body flopped to life on the mattress.


Chapter 34

Kiana dove toward Mandee’s twitiching body. “No! Stay dead you fucking cunt! Stay fucking dead!”

Elwood grabbed the charging girl by her shoulders and pulled her back.

No. It’s him. He’s found us. We have to go now.”

Go where?” Kiana said, panic in her eyes. “I thought you said we was trapped here forever?”

Elwood spun her around and headed for the open door. The chaos outside spun slowly as ever, threatening the edges of Kiana’s nightmare.

In its mind, yes. But not in our individual dreams. I have a theory. I think I know where its brain is. I think I know where we really are.”

Kiana looked confused. “What do you mean really are? We’re not really here?”

Before Elwood could answer, it happened.

Mandee’s mouth snapped open. But she didn’t speak. Instead her throat pulsed and bubbled, causing a nauseating gurgling sound to issue from her mouth before a thick black gunk slimed out and roiled down her cheeks and chin.

Her eyes opened, searching, confused.

Two thin black insectoid legs rose out of the putrid liquid, their sharp tips pointing at the ceiling. These leg-stalks grew thicker and taller as they emerged, becoming impossibly long, causing Mandee’s head to jerk violently the segmented joints forced their way out of her mouth, each one larger and thicker than the last until Mandee’s mouth could no longer accommodate their size.

She tried to reach out toward Kiana and Elwood, even the embrace of her killer preferred to the awful fate that befell her now.

Mandee’s cheeks burst and stretched until her jaws were ripped open at horrific angles as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

The legs bent and turned downward, their sharp, taloned ends found purchase on the mattress and the floor, lifting mandee’s upper body off the ground. The legs now supported all of her weight.

Mandee’s own legs jerked apart in the next moment. More of the black gunk shot forth, this time from the dead girl’s vagina.

A slimy green tongue slithered out of the hemorrhaging orifice, whipping around like a deadly reptile.

Kiana made a revolted noise and nearly gagged as Mandee’s legs continued to bend outward until her pussy lips stretched and tore. Sharp white fangs pierced the skin, penetrating her ripped open vaginal walls, creating a grotesque parody of a mouth where her genitals has just been.

This new beast rose up on its insect legs, the remaining parts of Mandee still recognizable hanging limp and inert, and screamed at Kiana and Elwood. Its roar sounded like a thousand different dying animals.

It crouched down and leaped across the room landing directly in front of the open door. In front of Elwood and Kiana’s only means of escape. Its monstrous body and Mandee’s limp limbs blocking completely their exit.

When it spoke, its voice was unmistakable. Elwood was right, the entity had found them.

And it was pissed.

BETRAYERS! Ten thousand deaths would be a fate too merciful for you! I shall rend your minds in agonizing slowness, stripping layers of sanity from your shrieking psyches for an eternity of eternities! Let your insolence serve as a reminder that I am GOD here! Now and FOREVER!”

Let me outta here motherfucker!” Kiana screamed, yanking free from Elwood’s grasp. She launched herself toward Victor’s wall of torture weapons. Her hands landed on a short ax. She tore it from the wall and lunged at the Mandee-beast, intent on chopping her way through.

Her first swing found purchase. The head of the Ax buried deep into the insect-like leg closest to her, causing a stream of bright green fluid to spew forth.

The Mandee-beast screamed, shrill and high as it pitched away from the violence.

But before she could swing the ax again, two more limbs erupted from Mandee’s ruined body, this time from her pert tits. Two huge black arms with hands tipped in sharp claws burst from the dead girl’s tender flesh, obliterating her breasts in the process.

Kiana had no time to react as the hands reached for her. She closed her eyes and braced for oblivion, but at the last second she was knocked free.

Landing on her ass she looked up at Elwood standing in her place. The huge hands closed around him, severing his arms, head and torso at the waist in an instant.

NOOOOO!” Kiana screamed. She’d only learned of her possible escape from her endless nightmare minutes before but she’d already made the fatal mistake of putting her faith and hope in the strange little man that had invaded her dream. And now he was dead.

He hadn’t told her his plan. He hadn’t told her how to find the entity’s brain. If Elwood’s description of the votex of chaos was to be believed, even if she was able to fight her way free and fling herself through the doorway and into the psychic energy looming behind the Mandee-beast, she would be forever alone out there without another mind with which to anchor to the way Elwood’s mind had anchored to her’s when he’d found her here. She would be lost. Cursed to float in the madness for eternity.

Better than spending one more fucking second in here with you!” she yelled, gripping up the ax, preparing to cut her way through or die trying.

And then a weird thing happened.

Elwood’s severed head rolled to face her. His eyes opened and he spoke.

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She Was Only A Clown Chapters 30 Thru 32

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Chapter 30

Believe it or not, a couple of them cops gave me their phone numbers after they interrogated me. Not their work lines. Their personal numbers. So it ain’t gonna come as much of a surprise when I say I was fucking one of them on a pretty regular basis a few months after the murders.

He was a real fuckin’ weirdo. He liked getting high with me in bed while I told him about Ryan AKA Victor raping me and Mandee and all the violent details. Really got his cock hard. Funny thing was, the story changed just about every time I told it cause wasn’t none of that shit true to begin with. He didn’t care. He just wanted to bust his pervert nut. 

I even started making up stories about other dudes raping me because he got so worked up by it. Told me he wanted to do some role playing fantasy type shit where he’d break into my place when I was sleeping and I’d pretend I didn’t know him. Hell, I would lay there screaming and hollering but really I was wondering why the hell he didn’t just go out and rape some bitch for real. Seemed like a waste of time to me.

So one night while we were drifting off to sleep after he’d pried open my window and pretended to knock me out with some kind of chemical rag, I was laying there thinking about pouring laundry detergent down his throat as I fell asleep.

I actually hadn’t thought about Mandee in a while. I’d begun to fantasize about my next victims, whoever they might be. I’d check out girls at the bars as I worked on getting taken home and fucked. But instead of admiring the girls’ tits and asses and whatnot, I was thinking about which ones I could get away with killing.

Anyway, so I fell asleep and dreamed about Mandee.

I was back inside Ryan AKA Victor’s torture room only he was nowhere to be found. It was just me and Mandee. It was awesome at first. I felt like I was really there, like it was the most vivid dream I’d ever had. What do they call that shit? Lucid dreaming? Yeah, I was lucid dreaming. I crawled on top of her corpse and I rubbed my naked pussy all over her, leaving a fucking snail trail of girl cum all over her as I got off over and over again. I was having a blast.

Then the dumb bitch started talking to me.

She was dead one second and the next she was alive. Just like that. Her eyes were open and she crying and going on asking me why I killed her and that she loved me and that she thought we were best friends.

Well that wasn’t any kind of a turn on, you know? I freaked and jumped off her and just wanted the dream to end right then and there. Only it didn’t end. Not for a long while. I had to listen to that girl cry and tell me all her hopes and dreams that I’d ruined and all the family that she’d left behind.

It was just annoying at first but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t in tears by the end of the fucking dream. I even woke up crying which just made rape-cop horny all over again.

As he lay there fucking me I wondered if I was having regrets about killing my best friend. I wondered if I was human after all.

A week went by before I had the same dream. They came on slowly at first but before long I was dreaming about crying Mandee every other night. I was starting to freak. I would dread going to sleep. I would drive out to Mandee’s grave during the day and beg her not to haunt me at night. I started taking speed pills just so I didn’t have to go back to that damn dream.

I was close to a breakdown and had pretty much set my mind to killing myself when I finally dreamed about… him.


Chapter 31

I was sitting on my couch with some random Mexican guy letting him fingerbang me, nodding in and out of consciousness. We’d done some meth earlier that night at a club and I promised him I’d eat his ass out when we got back to my place but it had been days and days since I’d slept. I couldn’t keep my eyes open even as he sucked on my tits and put fingers in both my pussy and asshole.

Just like that I was back in the Mandee dream. I screamed, throwing myself against the torture wall, grabbing an ice pick from the shelf. Before Mandee had a chance to start talking to me I stabbed her in the face over and over again. I hit her with the pick till my arms were exhausted and her entire upper body was a red smear on the mattress.

I turned the ice pick on myself and stabbed it into my own face a few times but I couldn’t feel anything. I threw the ice pick across the room and fell onto the floor, shouting at god, the devil or whoever to let me out of that awful nightmare. And then a funny thing happened. He answered me.

Mandee’s corpse stood up. What was left of her head and neck slowly formed a sort of makeshift face that looked like what it would look like if you smeared bloody boogers around to form a smiley face on a piece of paper only way worse than I’m describing it.

When the smiley face spoke, it wasn’t Mandee’s voice anymore. It was a deep, echoey voice that didn’t sound like it was coming from the dream. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere far, far away, but so loud that it hurt my ears.

But worse than all of that were the words he spoke. I knew he was the devil because he knew every fucked up thing I’d ever done in my life. Hell, he knew every fucked up thing I’d ever THOUGHT about doing and believe me I ain’t even scratched the surface telling you about all the fucked up fantasies that go through my head on the daily.

He stood there in Mandee’s mangled body and he made me feel like the worthless piece of shit my mother always told me I was. By the time he finished I was begging him to kill me, but he wouldn’t do it.

He raised up out of Mandee’s corpse and let her fall to a heap on the bloody mattress. He was long and thin and black. So fucking black. Blacker than anything I’d ever seen with a triangle head and these green strobing patterns that ran along his body. And here I’d always thought the devil was dog dick red.

Standing there, like that, looking like the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen, I would have done anything he asked.

And so I did.


Chapter 32

When I woke up from the devil’s dream the Mexican dude was balls deep in my ass. He was so fucked up, I don’t even think he’d realized I had passed out. Or maybe I’d only been out for a second. It had felt like an eternity.

I let him fuck me for a while, getting off several times as his short but fat cock hit all the right places in my butthole. Then, when I was satisfied, I reached under the couch and grabbed a kitchen knife I had stashed under there in case I had to deal with the real creep fuckers who wouldn’t take no for an answer on them nights I wasn’t in the mood to get fucked by dudes who don’t take no for an answer. 

The Mexican had a shitty tattoo of a dancing girl right in the center of his chest. When he took his shirt off and flexed his pecs, she’d dance. That’s how he picked up girls from the bars, I guess. He’d take his shirt off and show them how ripped and muscled he was and tell them he could make a girl dance just as good as them, then make em laugh by bouncing his tits up and down.

Well, that shitty pickup line might have got him a lot of ass but when his doomed ass came home with me, it got him killed. Right in mid stroke as he was howling in Spanish to some Mexican god probably about how tight my ass was, I turned my upper body around and I stabbed him right in the dancing girl tattoo’s butt which happened to be right over his heart.

Get this: As he froze there, eyes wide in shock, chest wound spurting blood all over my back, dancing girl tattoo twitching and hopping around like she was the one stabbed, the motherfucker came! He actually nutted inside me as he fell over on top of me and died. So weird.

Not one to waste a hard dick, I rocked back and kept fucking him till I got off on his dead dick. Can you believe it stayed hard the whole time?

I wanted to stay there and keep fucking the dead Mexican just to see if I could make his dead body cum, but the devil had other plans for me. Scooping a big handful of the Mexican’s blood, I climbed up on the couch and drew in great big letters “They’re all laughing at you!” across the wall.

Then I smeared the remainder of the blood all over my body, went into my bathroom and dumped out my makeup kit into the sink.

I fetched a wig from the bedroom then using a combination of makeup and Mexican blood, I transformed myself head to toe into the sexiest, scariest clown I could come up with. Why a clown? Fuck if I know. That’s what the devil told me to do. I walked out the door still naked, now a clown girl only the devil could love.

I drove straight down to a small highway service road in some little ass town called Medora. There I parked my car behind some big trees and then… Then I guess I passed out cause I don’t remember shit else except waking back up in this motherfucking hell of a dream.

He told me if I did exactly what he said I’d never have to come back here! I did it! I did it all. I killed the Mexican. I wrote the words on the wall exactly like he said. I dressed up like a stupid fucking clown for him and he still sent me back here! He lied to me! The fuckin’ devil! Of course he did! Of course he lied and now I’m in goddamn hell and I’ll never get out! I’ll never stop seeing Mandee’s motherfucking dead face!

Just fucking kill me, mister! Please just fucking end it! Please!

PLEASE GOD PLEASE KILL ME!

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Be back here next Saturday, January 6th, for chapter 33! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 26 And 27

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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!