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!
