She Was Only A Clown Chapters 22 and 23

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 and click here to read chapters 19 thru 21.


Chapter 22

So I me this guy. Wait, I gotta back up. I met this girl. I like to go out. I like to get weird. I’m a slut, ok? There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s my body and it looks fuckin’ good. I’ll do what I want with it while I’m young and tight, ok?

Anyway, so I go out. I go to bars, clubs, whatever I’m in the mood for. Sometimes I dress classy and go into the city and let well paid businessmen or huge black athletes take me home and fuck me while they whisper how pretty I am in my ear and tell me they’re gonna buy me all kinds of fancy stuff. Most of the time I gotta block their numbers from my phone cause they won’t quit callin’ me.

And sometimes I like to dress like a skank and find the dirtiest, filthiest biker bar in the county and let a group of nasty ass, toothless, methed-out bikers take turns pounding my asshole with their hairy peckers while they spit on my back and tell me I’m a bigger whore than their sisters. I ain’t ever gotta block their numbers. Most of them crank-heads never even ask me my name before they butt-fuck me.

Look, I was raised in Hopp’s fucking Hollow, Illinois by an alcoholic single mother, after all. I ain’t better than nobody, just cause I’m pretty and have big tits. Momma might have raised a slut, but she didn’t raise no rude ass bitch.

Anyways, one night while I was out whoring around, I met this girl. Well, I’d seen her around a few times before and it always pissed me off cause she had a better ass than me and she had her face all pierced up, looking all goth and interesting and shit.

The boys at the lame sports bar we was at were paying a helluva lot more attention to her shaking that bubble butt stuffed into a pair of black tights with skeleton legs printed on them than they was to my best deep-cut cleavage shirt. The one that made my boobs look like were twin titty-planets floating in fuck-me space. 

First time she invaded my slut territory, I ended up having to go home with some pimple-faced nineteen year old jock who blew his load all over me before he even got it inside me. I mean, fuck man, I shaved my pussy for that?

Next time I went to that bar was purely out of spite. I did my hair up big, spent a whole hour on my eyeliner wings and broke out the best cocksucker red lipstick I owned. And you better believe I showed up late so I wouldn’t be stale meat when little miss pierced ass showed up.

Sure enough, when I waltzed in with my knee high hooker boots and belly shirt with my tiny leather jacket barely holding in my tits, all them faggy football players’ eyes was on me.

I got my pick of the litter that night and got my pussy and ass split in half by a pair of quarterbacks in from college. I had to ice down my crotch the next day it was so blown out from those big hard dicks.

Guess the war was on after that cause me and that skany fat-assed bitch both made that dumb little bar our permanent hangout.

Joke was on us though cause after a few weeks we’d both done fucked everybody in that bar worth fuckin’ from the owner’s coke-head son to the black line cook in the back with a tongue longer than most white boy dicks.

About the time I was ready to give up on the place and let skanky-face have it, she came up to me one night and introduced herself.

Hey, I’m Mandee.”

I thought about lying and telling her I already knew what her name was cause all the guys in the bar had told me her pussy stank and she gave shitty head, but I decided to be nice and just tell her my name was Kiana so we could get on with whatever the fuck she wanted to get on about.

So, whatever’s going on with our little slut rivalry here is getting kinda lame.”

I just nodded and sipped on my Long Island Ice Tea admiring how well she was able to fade the dark purple shade of her lipstick into a light pink on the edges giving her mouth a wet appearance that made me want to kiss her more than fight her.

We’ve both fucked every great dick and most of the lame ones that this bar,” Mandee said, playing with the straw in her margarita. “And every other bar this town and two towns over has to offer, for that matter.”

She had that right.

I say we team up,” she said, beaming a huge smile at me that had my pussy practically crying. Mandee was pretty as fuck.

Team up how? Like schedule our days at bars in advance so we can maximize the number of fresh dicks we stuff up our hungry cooters?”

Mandee laughed. It was a full bodied laugh, high and feminine, like a lioness calling the rest of the pack in for the kill.

You’re as funny as you are sexy,” she said, giving me a sly, side eyed glance as she took a sip of her drink.

Same,” I said, smirking.

I’m saying, let’s make this more fun for ourselves. Let’s fuck these bozos together!” Her eyes got wide and intense as she laid out her pitch to me.

Mandee and I became besties after that. We’d meet up every night, play dress up with each other, do each other’s makeup and go out to pick up dudes.

Sometimes we’d play games with each other. I’d dress Mandee up in the lamest mom-pants and poofy bangs combo I could manage, then sit at the bar snickering into my booze as the dudes still relentlessly tried to pick her up.

Other times she’d bet me that I couldn’t keep a Russian accent going all night, from the time we hooked up with a dude to when he was pounding my asshole raw on my living room floor several hours later.

Lemmie tell ya, trying to fake an accent in the middle of an ass-gasm from a 10 and half inch black dick while Mandee’s velvet lips sucked on my pussy like a fuckin vacuum cleaner attachment was hard fucking work.

Mandee and I became so close, she ended up moving into my apartment after a few months of slutting it up together.

She became my best friend. Our best move, the move we saved for the guys with the biggest dicks or at least the ones who knew how to use their cocks the best was a one-two punch of whoredom.

We used both of our strengths like a Frankenstein slut. I’d lay on my back and make the dude fuck my huge tits while Mandee would straddle my head, facing forward so her juicy booty was right in the guy’s line of sight. I’d eat her pussy and finger her butthole while the dude plowed my cleavage. Ain’t no dude EVER hold a load back more than five minutes after we put our super-move on him, I’ll tell ya that.

You might think I got the raw end of that stick, seeing as how I was getting Mandee off with my fingers and mouth while the dudes got to blow their load all over my titties and face, but I didn’t complain a bit. I had the best tasting, sweet little pussy grinding on my face, pulling my hair and a thick cock sliding between my tits, dude twisting my nips and squeezing my boobs.

I’d cum two, even three times some nights just playing with my own sopping wet little cooze while all that was going on.

Suffice to say, life was pretty fucking great for a while. Hell, I’d even considered proposing to the bitch a few times we was having so much fun together.

Everything in my life was fucking wonderful. And then we met him.


Chapter 23

One night Mandee and I were out at this bar a good forty five minutes outside Hopp’s Hollow. That night, we had a bet going on to see how many hand-jobs each of us could give under the tables and in the bathrooms before the end of the night. The loser had to pay the tab.

I was up six handies to four when Mandee came walking back from the bathroom with a hunk and a half.

I mean this dude was pretty. He was tall which is always a plus. What easy bitch doesn’t love a tall dude? He was lanky, too which Mandee liked more than me. I’m into huskier dudes. The kind who can lift you up and sit your pussy on their face right there standing in the middle of the room kinda shit.

But this dude wasn’t too skinny. He was just long. Long arms, long legs, long neck. He was dressed really nice. Even had on a little sports jacket. Well groomed. He had a small beard that was trimmed neat at the sides of his mouth and wavy black hair that was definitely moosed into place.

He topped all this off with a musky cologne and a firm handshake that confirmed to me that Mandee and I would be pulling our tits and ass routine on this dude back at our place before the bartender could signal last call, handjob contest be damned.

Hey, I’m Ryan. Mandee said you’re her roommate?”

I like to think of myself as her love slave,” I said, winking at him, cutting through the bullshit as fast as I could.

Ryan smiled. “Mandee said you were a wild one. We’re gonna put that to the test tonight.”

Mandee leaned in, all eyes and teeth, more excited than I’d seen her since we took a whole college basketball team back to my place and let them play beer pong with our assholes as the cups.

He’s got ecstasy and he’s into bondage,” she said, giggling. “I tried to give him a hummer in the bathroom but he said he wanted to save the fun for his place.”

We didn’t normally go home with dudes. We weren’t trying to get raped or nothing. Our lifestyle worked best when we brought guys back to our place where we could keep an eye on them and make them leave whenever we wanted.

I trusted Mandee so if she wanted to get all weird and twisted up on drugs and let a stranger tie us up and fuck the piss out of us, I was game.

The three of us dosed up, finished our drinks and walked out the door.

Twenty or thirty minutes later, me and Mandee were butt naked, making out in the back seat of Ryan’s SUV while he drove us up a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

Should we have known better? Fuck yeah. But something about the dude, how much Mandee was into him and for sure the massive amount of drugs we were on clouded our judgment. The fact that Mandee’s plump ass was pouncing up and down on my face like she was teaching a pilates class on it as Ryan drove us up to a creepy deserted farmhouse didn’t help matters any.

Holy Texas Chainsaw Massacre much!” Mandee squealed as we piled out of the car, stumbling into the massive front yard. Only a single light in a room on the second floor illuminated the house from the inside.

Ryan laughed. “It was my grandpa’s place. My parents are too old to take care of it so they let me have it. I stay here when I’m in town on business.”

Mandee pulled out her cell phone while I steadied myself by holding on to her shoulder, struggling to put my shoes on in the full throes of my ecstasy trip.

Mandee tried to take a video of the giant house. “Damnit, no reception out here in the fuckin’ boondocks!”

Guess you girls are at my mercy,” Ryan said, making his eyes big and wiggling his fingers at us in mock fear.

Guess so,” Mandee said, smirking. “Hope you don’t tie us up or nothing.”

Oh I’ve got much more than that in mind for you ladies.”

With that, we walked into Ryan’s house. Mandee dramatically slammed the door behind us screaming, “We’ll never get out alive!”

The awful thing is, she was right.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 9th, for chapter 24! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 19 thru 21

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 and click here to read chapters 17 and 18.


Chapter 19

You’re not like the others on this planet, Elwood. You are one of my chosen. You will live forever inside of me. Kill the boy. Join the girl. Strike fear into the hearts of men around the world.”

Why clowns?” Elwood asked, no less unsettled by Jeff’s hanging body. “It was bugs on that planet. Why clowns here? How will clowns cause…” Elwood thought about the planet-wide chaos that had befallen the gas world the entity had showed him. “…That?”

Uncle Jeff slowly drifted back down from the barn’s rafters to Elwood’s eye level. His seams were still split, sharp black tendrils still poked out of him at every angle giving him the appearance of a deranged pin cushion or voodoo doll.

There is no singular symbol on Earth like the corrupted insectoid life-form on the industrial planet. Nothing which by mere appearance would cause mass panic.”

What about the devil?” Elwood asked, sensing that the power struggle between he and the alien life-form was slowly turning in his favor. He became more bold and defiant as the moments passed. “What about God?”

Those concepts are lost on your people. They have become so lost in their fantasies that the unreal has become as common as the real. And yet, subtle fears remain embedded deep in your species’ collective DNA.

The clown. The faceless man. The sinister hiding behind the sublime. The trickster. The fool. There is a primal unease about a man who is at once human and inhuman. Full of emotion yet lacking authenticity. Every culture on Earth has a clown figure. It does not cause mass panic in the streets. Not yet. But after tonight? After the slaughter of the Nelson family. After continued sightings and random violence caused by my clown-shrouded acolytes in cities and countries spanning the entire planet. Before long, your whole world will run in fear of the clown. And we, you and I and the girl and the others that I’ve blessed with my corrupted touch, you special few, we shall show this planet delicious fear unlike it has ever seen. And we shall feast.”

Elwood pondered what the thing in front of him said. After a few moments, he looked his dead uncle in his bulging, bloodshot eyes and said, “What if I say no?”

The entity was taken aback. It stuttered through Jeff’s lips, then smirked. Clearly it was not used to being questioned by the weak-willed, broken beings it preyed on from world to world.

Elwood doubted it had expected him to do more than curl up into the fetal position and beg to be released from the nightmare.

But what the alien world eater hadn’t anticipated was that Elwood had long ago accepted his place in the world. That the very reason he’d donned the clown outfit in the first place was because his deeply entrenched self loathing had begun to turn sour. Had normalized. Had become something that Elwood had begun to revel in.

Of course that would manifest into psychotic behavior. The entity had anticipated that. Had “chosen” Elwood and all the others because that emotional switch had been flipped inside them. That detachment from their fellow people. That isolation, that loneliness. But Elwood felt empowered by it, not enslaved by it.

He continued to smile at dead uncle Jeff as the thing searched for an answer to his question.

You belong to me,” it said, finally. “Your mind, your body, your very essence lurks inside of me forever and always. It is your choice to accept my gift of eternal life, to use that gift to aid in the destruction of infinite worlds like this one, to gorge yourself on the suffering and death of untold billions. Or you can die like a dog. The choice is yours.”

I’ll pass,” Elwood said, turning to face the barn doors, to face the yawning infinite blackness before him.

There is no escape! You will never return to your world!” Uncle Jeff screamed, straining against the rope wound round his neck.

Not trying to go home,” Elwood said, stepping headlong into the chaotic portal of death energy. “I’ve got someone to see.”


Chapter 20

Elwood was on fire. Every inch of his being was torn in different directions. It took great concentration to remind himself that he had no being, no body. His body was presumably still standing in the woods by the Nelson house. Was he like the clown girl now? A husk. A slave to the whims of the planet eater? Here, inside it, he was simply a consciousness stuck inside the titan body of a celestial monster bent on devouring his planet.

When he’d floated out here before when the entity had first dragged his consciousness out of his body, he’d sensed he was not alone. The entity had been there, of course, like it was now, an omnipresent force, like a malignant tumor pressed against Elwood’s brain.

But he had sensed another.

He’d sensed the girl.

The alien had touched him with the clown girl’s hand, had sucked his consciousness up through hers as a conduit.

Elwood could sense that presence now. He followed it like a dim road map, coursing through infinite pain, infinite darkness and near madness.

He held onto the girl’s presence like a far off beacon just barely lighting the way in a torrential storm threatening to capsize a boat.

Elwood fought, swimming against a current of chaos, a labyrinth of horror, inching ever so closer as time spiraled onward and onward until again its very notion was nonsensical.

Elwood’s non-corporeal essence swam toward the clown girl forever, unrelenting, never tiring, like a bloodthirsty shark smelling a fresh victim in the water.

And then he was there.

He was inside her mind.


Chapter 21

She sits huddled in a dark corner of the back room of a small house. She is not wearing clown makeup. She’s nude. Her heavy breasts heave as she sobs, defying gravity as they hover above her tiny waist. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her makeup and mascara are smeared all over her face.

There is also blood and semen caked there.

She sits next to a bare mattress soaked in blood. On the mattress is the body of another girl.

She’s dead.

Her throat is wrapped in wire which has cut through her windpipe. Dark dried blood covers the front of her nude body. Her breasts are much, much smaller than the living girl’s. She’s covered in tattoos. Her lips both upper and lower are pierced. Even in death she’s beautiful. A gorgeous corpse. She seems like the she was the kind of girl who would have appreciated that.

Elwood entered the room. When the living girl saw him she whimpered and tried to cover up her huge boobs, a mostly futile effort, but Elwood appreciated her modesty even in the horrific situation she found herself in.

She tried to scoot away, but was clearly too exhausted from whatever ordeal she’d just been through to put up any sort of fight.

I’m not here to hurt you,” Elwood said, kneeling to her level. He reached out to touch her bare leg, an attempt at reassurance that ended with the girl scrambling over the corpse and running for the open doorway into the hallway.

Only there was no hallway. The yawning blackness met her at the door, rotating slowly, nipping at the corners of the door frame, inching ever so slightly forward into the room. The same as it had in Elwood’s nightmare.

A-am I in hell?” the girl asked, finally, turning to Elwood. “Are you the devil?”

Elwood blushed. She’d dropped her hands, revealing the huge areola and nipples that jutted up and out from her breasts. Exposed her flat stomach and shaved pussy.

Somehow here, inside of her mind, without the clown makeup and otherworldly movements, she seemed so much more vulnerable. So much more feminine.

A kind of hell, I guess,” Elwood said, trying to regain his composure. He glanced at the floor so as not to stare at the girl’s nakedness. He was not attracted to her. Not anymore than he’d been attracted to her in the woods in all her paint. But as a real woman, he felt empathy for her. Compassion. Or the closest proximity to compassion a fucked up, damaged being like Elwood was capable of.

Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, sobbing again. “Why are you making me re-live this over and over again?”

It eats your fear,” Elwood said softly.

What?” She started to hyperventilate. She was going to have a breakdown any moment. Another breakdown of many, Elwood guessed. How long had she been trapped like this? Weeks? Months? She must have tasted so good to the alien thing using her body like a murderous puppet.

I-I didn’t do this,” Elwood explained. “It’s… a long story. I’ll explain everything, just… just believe me when I say I’m here to help you.”

The girl didn’t seem convinced. She stood in the doorway shivering, taking shallow breaths, scratching bloody ruts into her arms with her fingernails.

I want to go home! I want my mom!”

I don’t think we get to do that,” Elwood said, sitting against the wall. I don’t think we get to do anything like that ever again.”

W-why not? Because… because of what I did to Mandee?”

Elwood glanced again at the corpse sitting next to him. Mandee. Her eyes were half closed, glazed over. Her mouth hung in a sensuous pucker. She looked as though she’d enjoyed her death.

You did this to her?” Elwood asked.

Yes,” the girl said, crying. But she moved closer to Elwood.

This is the worst moment of your life,” Elwood said. Not a question, a statement.

The girl nodded, inching even closer, still timid but clearly beginning to trust the boy who’d invaded her nightmare. Elwood imagined how hard it must have been for her in here all this time. The entity could have made it seem like she’d been here lifetimes, alone. Suffering for her sins.

Does she… Talk to you?”

Sometimes.”

Sit with me,” Elwood said, motioning to a bare spot on the floor on the opposite side of the corpse on the mattress. “What’s your name?”

The girl obeyed. She sat cross legged facing Elwood, arms still covering her naked breasts. “My name’s Kiana.”

My name’s Elwood, and I’m stuck in this nightmare with you.”

Kiana smirked and sniffled away snot from her nose. “Some fuckin’ place to meet.”

I need you to tell me exactly what happened here,” Elwood said, reaching up, pulling the drapes down off of the window in the far corner of the room. The exposed window didn’t show the world outside. Of course it didn’t. Outside the window was just more of… it. More seething, endless blackness. 

He wrapped the thick cloth around Kiana’s shoulders, covering her nudity.

She took a deep breath and told him everything.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 2nd, for chapter 22! 

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!