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, click here to read chapters 19 thru 21, click here to read chapters 22 and 23, click here to read chapters 24 and 25 and click here to read chapters 26 and 27.
Once I’d sawed off Ryan’s pecker, I did my best to jam it onto the end of one of his hot pokers. Let me tell you, that shit was not even a little bit easy! I probably spent half an hour trying to smoosh that slippery little piece of flesh over the metal tip of the poker. It was like trying to sculpt with raw chicken.
I guess Ryan died at some point while I was fucking with his dick. I didn’t really pay attention. I was finished with his busted ass. I had other things I needed to do before I left the murder house.
I honestly thought my first kill would be more thrilling. I’d fantasized about murdering so many people in so many horrific ways. I hadn’t even cum when I was jamming his dying dick into myself.
What a fucking let down murder is.
Once I was satisfied with the severed cock, I cuffed Mandee’s hands together and climbed on top of her chest. I was still fucked up on the drugs but the peak had long passed. I was coming down and I knew that Mandee would be, too.
I slapped her in the face, trying to wake her up.
“Mandee. Mandee! Wake the fuck up!”
She blinked and let out a whine as she came to. She tried to rub her face where I’d hit her with the crowbar. She started freaking out when she felt the handcuffs.
“W-what the fuck!” She slurred, obviously still fucked up from concussion and the roofie drugs. But she was lucid enough to have a little fun with her.
“We gotta get outta here! I killed him! I killed the motherfucker!”
Mandee looked around. She saw Ryan’s dead body laying on the floor, then she saw me sitting on top of her, holding his severed boner in my hand.
“What are you d-doing? Let me up!”
I sighed dramatically. “See that’s the thing, baby. I can’t do that.”
She started to hyperventilate when she saw me holding the metal poker with the gnarled cock on the end of it.
“See, I’m building the perfect crime scene. I’m gonna make it look like I bravely killed Ryan after he raped us both… and killed you.”
Mandee bucked hard at that point, trying with what strength she still possessed to get free. Unfortunately for her, I’d ridden some of the biggest black athletes in Hopp’s Hollow so it was gonna take more than some thrashing and hip thrusts to get me off.
Now this was more like it. My pussy was practically buzzing from the fear in Mandee’s eyes and the frantic whining and screaming coming out of her mouth.
I swear I came right there on her chest as she tried to throw me off her. That actually almost got her free. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure after I orgasmed. That was enough for her to throw my balance to the right and toss me onto the mattress.
She jumped up and ran for the key ring. Damn sly bitch had been looking at that, not at Ryan. Unfortunately for her, she had a pretty significant brain injury and ended up crashing into the wall and falling on her ass as she tried to lurch for the keys.
I took that opportunity to dash over to the torture wall and grab the first thing I saw. I jumped back over the mattress and managed to tackle Mandee from behind before she was able to get back to her feet.
What I’d grabbed was some kind of wire choker. The wire was thin and each end had a handle on it. I wrapped it around her throat and dragged her back over to the mattress. She kicked, choked and clawed at me but I managed to get her over there.
I’d fucked her up pretty good with the wire, though. It was cut pretty deep into her throat. Blood was gushing out of her and down onto her tits and stomach.
If I’d been a strong dude, I might have been able to cut her whole head off just with that one nifty little device.
I wasn’t trying to cut her head off, though. At least not yet.
What I did was, I let go of the wire handles and sat on that bitch’s face. She was beyond saving at that point so I wasn’t too worried about her getting me off of her again. Her hands were busy grabbing at the huge slice in her neck to bother with lil ole me.
I picked up the poker with the dick on the end, leaned forward and jammed it into her. I fucked that bitch real good with Ryan’s dick. Real good.
I swear, by the time I climbed off of her, she had a look on her face like I’d made her cum. She stayed looking like that too cause some combination of my coochie smothering her, the wire choker and the blood loss had killed my best friend Mandee.
I know I sound like some kinda rabbit in heat by this point with all the cumming I was doing but man oh man did that shit make my pussy flood like the goddamn Hoover dam had burst.
Two dead bodies? Two gruesome murders? Wowee. I was in goddamn murder heaven!
I lay there covered in both their blood and just beat up my little cooze for what felt like hours. I thought about what I’d done over and over again, relishing every moment.
And let me tell you something, man. Killing those two motherfuckers? That wasn’t even the best part. The best part was how I got away with it.
After I’d wanked myself off to the point that my lil puss was shooting nothing but puffs of smoke out of it, I set to work on the rest of my plan.
I pulled Ryan’s dick off the poker and tossed the poker to the side. I stuck the cock in one of Mandee’s hands and laid the hand saw next to the bed to make it look like she was the one who’d cut his wiener off.
Then I dragged Ryan’s body up onto the mattress and threw him on top of Mandee, putting his hands near the wire choker.
You see where I’m going with this yet? I put the scene together to make it look like Mandee had gotten a hold of the saw, chopped Ryan’s dick off after he’d raped the both of us, and then he’d died from blood loss while choking her to death.
I know what you’re thinking. How stupid would them cops have to be to believe two people with obvious head trauma had managed to fuck each other up at the exact same time and both died from their wounds one on top of the other?
Well, lemmie tell ya, them cops were QUITE stupid! But I’m getting ahead of myself again.
I grabbed the keys and got the fuck outta murder house as fast as I could. I didn’t bother to look through the other rooms or anything. I used Ryan’s keys to take his SUV down the winding driveway, back out to the road and I floored it till I got back into cell service range.
I called the cops all babbling and screaming and whatnot, making sure to sound like the pathetic victim.
They showed up where I’d parked the SUV on the side o the road. I made sure to stay naked and bloody for when they got there.
They took me back to the little po-dunk cop shop and put me in a little room to tell them my story. They tried to give me clothes but they didn’t have a rape kit on hand and had to wait for one to get drove out there so I just sat with a blanket on my shoulders and made sure I let a nip slip out every once in a while.
You shoulda seen them cops! Every one of them crammed themselves into that little room while I bawled and squalled and went into explicit detail about how Ryan had raped me and Mandee.
I swear every one of those boys in blue had hard peckers all leaning in trying to get a good look at my bloody tits. Sick fucks, cops. They done seen it all and it takes a real whopper to get them worked up. I was the sexiest thing that’d walked into that little backwoods station in probably ever.
Now any real city cops might have done forensics and post mortem autopsies and all that other CSI junk that all them expensive ass cities can afford and I’d have probably been up shit creek when my story didn’t exactly match up to the wounds on the bodies but we’re talking a town of a thousand people in the middle of goddamn Illinois.
They did their rape kit on me and Mandee. They took samples of Ryan’s blood and cum off my face and they put them two bodies in the ground and called it a motherfucking day. Just like that.
Them country cops ain’t looking for nothing to do but watch TV and eat doughnuts. They never even called me back for a second interview. Case fuckin’ closed.
You prolly didn’t even see the story on the news. There’s so much wild shit on there every day that’s way more important than a hick bitch being kidnapped and raped by a psycho, especially since the psycho was dead.
There was a follow-up in the local paper though. It turns out that wasn’t even Ryan’s house. Hell, his name wasn’t even Ryan, it was Victor Smith and he’d offed the folks that lived there months before me and Mandee got to his place.
I never did hear anything else about other victims though which means they may not have ever found the bodies and I guess they never connected him to any other missing girls. Like I said, lazy fuckin’ country cops.
So that was that. I went home and I fuckin’ got away with a double god damn murder. Best believe I had amazing orgasms after that for months.
Get this, I even spoke at Mandee’s funeral. I got myself all worked into a fit, threw myself onto her casket and read this phony fucking eulogy I’d copied from the internet right there looking her fucking family right in the eyes.
I got off on that shit, too. There was something about having that power over them, of knowing what really happened to their daughter and being able to fool them all face to face. I felt like a goddamn pro.
I was even starting to fantasize about my next murder. I was sizing up dudes and bitches at the bar not by how sexy they were or how big their dicks were, but by the likelihood of me being able to kill them without getting caught.
I was set to become the next Jeffery goddamn Dahmer or John Wayne fucking Gacy, man. I was ready to do it all over again. That’s when the dreams started.
Be back here next Saturday, December 30th, for chapter 30!