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 Chapter 5

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 and click here to read chapter 4. 


Chapter 5

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 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 started to rub his bejeweled cock on the girl’s blue 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.

So why was he so scared?

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 run away from every fight he’d ever been in. Any time one of the ignorant town kids 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 ahold 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 he 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 jewlrey 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, pushing 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 hand and began to jack himself off with her limp wrist while his brothers simultaneously fucked her ass and mouth.

Hands ain’t no good, man!” He protested after several seconds of jacking himself off with her limp hand. “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.

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 when 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. 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 Jake, 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 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’s head 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 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 cackled, 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 it 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! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapter 2

SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday through Halloween. Click here to read chapter 1.


Chapter 2

Elwood had known Mark since 8th grade. He was just a typical small town redneck like the rest of the idiots Elwood went to school with, but since they lived on the same road, they took the same bus together, and some days they would both wake up too late and miss the bus entirely, instead having to walk to school together.

They were never friends, but Mark had never actively tormented Elwood for being different like the other kids had, either.

And for that, Elwood had always liked Mark, even if he wore Billy Ray Cyrus T shirts and chewed tobacco.

That was until one day, sophomore year in high school when Elwood and Mark walked home from school together. As they got close to him, Mark invited Elwood into his house to smoke some dope.

Elwood had agreed. Mark’s parents and older brothers weren’t home. It was just the two of them alone in Mark’s room. They had indeed smoked a bunch of weed out of Mark’s older brother Daryl’s bong. But that’s not all that happened.

After they were good and stoned, Mark reached up under his mattress and pulled out a stack of men’s magazines.

Elwood had never seen one before. Uncle Jeff had offered to give him his collection along with the horror comics, but Elwood had declined. The truth was, Elwood had never had a sexual thought in his life. He didn’t look at naked bodies with lust. He just saw boring pink flesh. He was totally uninterested in people, naked or otherwise.

But Mark on the other hand, he flipped through the pages with a focus in his eyes that Elwood saved for a particularly gory kill in his comics.

Mark began to breathe heavier as he flipped the pages. “You ever seen tits like that?”

His voice had dropped, his eyes were glazing over. He ran his finger down a spread legged woman’s form, resting on the gigantic, bulging cock jutting up at her shaved vagina.

Mark was rubbing the bulge in his own pants. “Ever seen a cock like that in real life?”

After a second, he glanced at Elwood. He was actually asking. He wanted an answer.

Um, no. I guess not.”

Mark lipped his lips. “Do you want to?” His hand was still rubbing the crotch of his jeans.

Elwood, in fact, didn’t want to. He didn’t want to see Mark’s dick, he didn’t want to look at Mark’s dirty magazines. At that moment, he wanted to be anywhere else in the world other than in the same room with his chew-spitting neighbor.

But Elwood wasn’t a confrontational person. His parents were confrontational. They barked at, and yelled at and made fun of him every time they saw him. It gave him anxiety.

He had anxiety now. His hands began to shake as Mark unbuttoned his pants, not waiting on Elwood to answer.

Is it as big as that one?” Mark asked, awkwardly flopping his cock out over the magazine.

And there it was.

Elwood closed his eyes, steadying himself for what was about to happen next. He felt Mark’s hand grab his, leading it toward the redneck’s plump penis.

Elwood opened his eyes and was surprised to see how much Mark’s dick had grown just from touching it. This fact did not, however, give Elwood any sexual feelings at all. Indeed, his anxiety quadrupled as he ran his hand over the reddish flesh down to the thick, black, wiry pubes at the base of the swollen thing.

He tried to swallow but found his mouth dry. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as Mark grabbed his hand and started moving it back and forth.

Elwood looked up in his face and saw stern concentration as the other kid watched himself get jerked off.

After several awkward moments of this, Mark’s breathing quickened. “Grab that,” he said, rocking his hips back and forth, dry fucking Elwood’s hand in earnest.

Grab what?” Elwood managed in a hoarse voice. He felt like he had stones in his throat.

Fag jar.”

W-what?”

Mark pointed more forcefully at a spot under the nightstand behind them.

Elwood craned his neck around, trying to see what the hell Mark was talking about while still getting his fist fucked.

Mark was huffing loudly now and grabbed Elwood by the wrist, speeding up the jack off.

Elwood finally saw what Mark was talking about. There hidden behind a stack of hunting magazines was a mason jar. There was some kind of dried substance caked all across the rim of the jar. As Elwood reached out to pick it up, he realized what it was.

Mark’s fag jar, as he called it, was full of cum.

Elwood pulled it out of its hiding spot just in time to position it under Mark’s cock before the other boy tensed up and grunted.

Three or four spurts and several more grunts later, Mark had added a considerable amount of semen to his collection.

Why the hell he was collecting his cum, Elwood couldn’t fathom.

But Mark didn’t keep him in the dark about his bizarre fetish for long.

Thanks,” he mumbled, extracting his pudgy cock from Elwood’s cramped hand. He took the jar from Elwood’s other hand and reached across him, putting it back where Elwood had found it.

It’s for fags.”

Ok,” Elwood said, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

When I see a fag, like for real, in real life, I’m gonna make that sick fuck eat all my cum in front of me after I beat his fag ass.”

Elwood didn’t say anything. He was looking at his hand. It was raw and chafed.

You’re not a fag are you?”

No,” Elwood said, meeting Mark’s gaze. He started shaking again.

Mark stared at him for an uncomfortable moment.

Elwood was sure the bigger kid was about to beat him up.

Good. I’m not either. I just–” Mark trailed off, putting his dirty magazine away, buttoning up his pants. “I get excited when I see tits in my jack off books, is all.”

Ok,” Elwood said. “I need to go home.”

Yeah,” Mark said. “See ya.”

Elwood let himself out, hoping that that would be the end of the awful thing he’d just been through. Unfortunately, it was only the start.

Where before, Mark had left Elwood alone when the other kids at school picked on him, now Mark was the loudest aggressor. Often, Mark would catch Elwood as he was just leaving school, making sure to knock him down or punch him in the face before anyone else had a chance to.

There was always a wild, sadistic fire in Mark’s eyes when he attacked, as if he was taking out all of his bottled up, insecure homophobic self loathing on Elwood every chance he got.

To say that Mark made Elwood’s life a living hell would be a gross understatement. In fact, Mark’s terrorism was part of the reason Elwood dropped out of school. Not that Elwood’s absence prevented Mark’s hateful behavior.

For years after the hand job incident, Mark would get drunk with his brothers and ride their dirt bikes onto Elwood’s property, circling his barn, revving their engines, smashing their alcohol bottles and chanting gay slurs until Elwood’s father would run outside with his shotgun firing into the air.

In recent years, Mark’s harassment had abated. In fact, Elwood couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to deal with an attack from Mark.

Until now.

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You think this shit’s funny, faggot?” Mark screamed from his yard. He was about to cross the street. He was only wearing a loose pair of grimy white underwear. He was shirtless and wore no shoes. That would be Elwood’s only advantage.

If he had to fight Mark again, he wanted to it to be as far away from Mark’s house as possible in order to avoid the redneck’s brothers or any other white trash losers who might be hanging about.

The costumed clown veered right and trudged into the underbrush which sloped sharply. Another twenty yards and Elwood would be hidden from Service Road K altogether.

Mark’s homophobic slurs grew distant. Elwood felt an enormous sense of relief as he awkwardly navigated the thickening brush that was turning more and more into full fledged woods with each clown shoed step. Maybe he wouldn’t have to fight his psychotic neighbor after all. Maybe he’d lucked out and would be able to make his way back home through the woods and throw away the stupid clown costume.

He shook his head. What a stupid, stupid idea. He should have known better. He should have stayed in the barn where he was safe. Where he didn’t have to deal with any people.

Elwood nodded to himself. Once he got home, he’d abandon the idiotic scary clown idea and read some comic books. He smiled and plodded along toward home.

That’s when he heard the dog.

Back when Elwood had jacked Mark’s dick off, Mark’s German Shepherd Ruby had only been a puppy. Now she was a big, mean, vicious son of a bitch.

Ruby had been responsible for maiming and killing Mr. Keelen’s entire goat herd a few summers back, and all Mark and his brothers did for the poor farmer up the street was slash his truck tires and throw a brick through his front window when Mr. Keelen had threatened to call the Hopp’s county sheriffs if the boys didn’t get rid of the dog.

That was only one of the many atrocities performed by the filthy animal charging for Elwood right now. She’d killed other dogs, stray cats and generally terrorized anyone unlucky enough to walk past the Nelson property anytime she was left outside. Which was damn near all the time.

Why had Elwood allowed himself to walk this far down Service Road K? Again he silently cursed his dumb idea to act like a scary clown.

But he had no time to further lament his carelessness, Ruby would be on him in seconds. Her bark was practically right in Elwood’s ear when he finally stopped against a tree and turned around to face her.

Elwood had never actually seen Ruby close up. He’d heard plenty of stories about her, but now, standing there barring her fangs, barking at the top of her lungs right in Elwood’s face, he could see the battle scars all across her muzzle. Part of her nose was missing, maybe from a fight with another dog, maybe from Mark himself abusing her until she was a crazed monster.

Ok, ok!” He said, putting his big stupid purple hands out in front of him.

The whites of Ruby’s eyes were showing and white foam was building up on the corners of her gigantic mouth. She was ready to tear Elwood apart.

His breath was hot and stank inside of his clown mask. Sweat poured off his face and pooled around his chin and throat. He felt suddenly claustrophobic inside the whole clown getup. He ached to take it off. Take it all off. The mask, the gloves, the stupid fucking shoes.

Speaking had only made Ruby more pissed off. She lunged and snapped at him as he stood trapped against the tree trying to figure out how to get away from the vicious animal. Ruby inched closer and nipped at his puffy clown pants. She was judging her distance, deciding whether or not Elwood was too much of a threat to attack head on. She’d realize any moment that he was just a defenseless dude inside the scary costume and then… Elwood didn’t want to think about what would happen to him next.

That’s when the other clown showed up.

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Be back here next Saturday, September 23th, for chapter 3!