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 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! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 22 and 23

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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!