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She Was Only A Clown Chapter 4
Chapter 4
When he came to, Elwood wished the jar had broken. He wished the glass shards had pierced his neck and killed him. Because when he woke up, the pain he was in was worse than anything he’d ever felt in his life.
The most immediate pain was in his ass. He had to shit but his asshole was also on fire at the same time. Or so the thought.
After feeling an intense pressure slam into him, then retract, then slam into him, he realized, even dazed and half-conscious that he was being fucked in the ass.
Raped in the ass.
“That’s what you like, ain’t it faggot?”
The next level of pain, beyond the ripping, bleeding sensation of his anus, was his face being grinded into the sticks and twigs on the ground.
And then there was the matter of his scalp feeling like it was being peeled off his head.
It only took Elwood another moment to realize he was face down on the ground and Mark was pushing his head into the dirt while fucking him.
Thump, thump, thump.
It felt like his stomach was being prodded with an alien instrument. That instrument happened to be Mark’s fat cock.
Thump, thump, thump. “Think you can kill my dog and get away with it, faggot? I’m gonna make you eat that cum then I’m gonna smash that fag jar and make you eat it, too!”
The jar in question was positioned—not unintentionally, Elwood guessed—right in front of his face on the ground.
Thump, thump, thump.
Mark was sweating and grunting. Elwood could feel the redneck’s cock swelling in his ass. He was only moments away from climax.
Elwood felt like his intestines were only moments away from turning inside out.
He wanted to pull away, to thrash around or to tighten himself up and squeeze Mark’s dick off, but with every thumping thrust, a white hot pain sucked his energy away, like a searing, smoldering fire poker was being touched directly to his guts.
It was all Elwood could do to stay conscious as the pounding picked up speed.
He knew that as soon as Mark finished he would kill him. He knew his only means for survival in that moment was to get the big sweaty dude off him before he came.
The thought gave Elwood the nauseating visual of Mark’s cock ejaculating his thick, snotty load all over Elwood’s lacerated and bleeding insides.
His right eye was smashed into the bramble but with his left eye, he was able to spot something, maybe the only thing that could save his life.
He saw the sign he’d been carrying on the road.
“The end is near. They’re all laughing at you!”
He’d fashioned the sign out of cardboard and a fence post his father had discarded in the farm house’s backyard which resembled a junkyard more than the rear property of a residence. The end of the fence post was sharp.
Elwood tentatively reached a hand across the broken sticks and twisted tree limbs that poked and yanked at his stomach as Mark continued to fuck him from behind.
A few more inches and he’d have it in his grasp.
That’s when the sound of the dirtbikes crashing through the woods drowned out the sounds of Mark’s impending orgasm.
“Fuck!” Mark screamed, jumping up off of Elwood in an instant.
It felt like a plunger had just ripped free from the wannabe clown’s asshole. Mark pulling out like that may have hurt worse than being fucked.
Elwood rolled over and put his hand against his ass, pulling his clown pants up over his exposed buttocks. This put him even closer to the sharp sign post.
Mark hastily buttoned his pants and yanked his filthy shirt down over his beer gut. He was doing everything he could to make it look like he hadn’t just butt raped a dude as his brothers pulled up on their bikes, casting the whole awful scene in harsh, revealing headlights.
“The fuck is going on out here, dumb shit?”
That was Jacob, Mark’s eldest brother. Not only was he older than the next eldest bother by five years, but he also towered over the other three causing many to speculate far outside of earshot of the giant that the Nelson boys’ mother hadn’t always been faithful to their five foot six inch father, Brutus.
Jacob always called Mark dumb shit because, well, he was probably the dumbest of all the Nelson brothers, not that that was saying much. They were all pretty stupid, as small town rednecks went.
“Faggot killed my dog,” Mark said, kicking Elwood in the stomach, which caused not an insignificant amount of blood to shoot out from his torn rectum.
“Don’t look dead to me.”
That was Carl, the middle Nelson brother, or second eldest as he liked to tell people, as though that made him sound more important in the hierarchy of small town douchebaggary.
Carl’s mouth also contained the most teeth of any of the other Nelson brothers, and as Elwood would shortly discover, also had the biggest cock which he enjoyed adorning with rings and studs.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
The final Nelson brother, Philip, a stunted, quiet, hairy man only nine months older than Mark, bent down over Ruby to give her a closer look.
Indeed she was still breathing. She panted in shallow, strained breaths, fluid still leaking from her gaping muzzle.
“Seized up,” he said. “Aughta put ‘er down.”
“Fuck!” Mark said, kicking Elwood again.
“The fuck you doin’ farting around down here in the woods with the dog for anyway?” Jacob said, parking his dirt bike and killing the light, casting the whole sordid affair back into pale moonlight.
“This faggot was trying to scare up kids with his clown costume. Wanted to teach him a lesson.” Mark said, shoving his hands in his pockets, seeming suddenly pensive about his decision to sic Ruby on Elwood.
“Ain’t that the queer boy from down the way?” Carl asked. “Fuck he dressed up for? Ain’t Halloween next week?”
“Didn’t… Didn’t do… it.” Elwood managed through the pain in his stomach and ass.
“What he say?” Philip asked, still hovering over the prone canine.
“You done fucked him up too much, dumb ass. He’s prolly gonna die.” Jacob interjected.
“Didn’t do it!” Elwood screamed.
“Yeah? Then who did, faggot?” Mark said, pulling back to kick him again.
“The clown girl,” Elwood said.
“Fuck is he on about, dumb ass?” Jacob asked, walking over to the boys on the ground. The other two brothers joined him, the brothers finally taking an interest in Elwood’s injured body.
“Nothin’. Ain’t nobody out here,” Mark said, standing up. He was getting defensive.
“You know what’ll happen if you beat this here fag so bad he dies and there’s witnesses?” Carl said, visibly angry. “Wrasltin’s on tonight. I ain’t gonna be out here in these woods all night lookin’ for no fuckin’ clown girl!”
“There wasn’t no girl!” Mark said, balling his fists.
“Why’s this faggot lyin’ then!” Carl said, spitting on the ground at Mark’s feet.
The two looked like they were about to come to blows when Jacob stepped between them. “What the hell is this?”
He’d spotted the fag jar laying next to Elwood’s head. He knelt down and picked it up, turning it side to side, trying to make out the contents through the cloudy glass.
“Th-that’s my…” Mark hesitated. “That’s a cum jar.”
“Cum jar?” Carl said, snatching it from Jacob’s huge hand. “Fuck is a cum jar?” He laughed, unscrewing the top.
He and Jacob sniffed the contents and then yanked their heads away as the rotten smell wafted out.
“Holy shit! That’s the nastiest shit I ever seen, and I seen some shit!” Carl said, laughing even harder.
“You keep all your cum?” Jacob asked, screwing the lid back on to contain the smell. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
Mark looked nervous. He glanced at Elwood and then back to his brothers. He couldn’t tell them he made guys jack him off. That’s why he hadn’t called it his fag jar.
“Just somethin’ I do, ok! Fuck you!”
That seemed to be good enough for Jacob, he’d already lost interest, handing the jar back off to Carl who showed it to Philip behind the big man. Jacob’s eyes were focused on Elwood.
“Get him up, dumb ass.”
Mark did as he was told. He grabbed the hurt boy by his shoulders and hauled him up to his knees, causing Elwood to shriek in pain.
Jacob smacked a ham-hock of a hand over Elwood’s mouth. “You scream like that again, I’m gonna cut your throat right here right now, understood, faggot?” With his free hand, Jacob reached across his belt and unfastened a boot knife, showing he was more than willing to make good on his threat.
Elwood closed his eyes tight to push away the pain, then nodded the best he could.
Carl and Philip had gone quiet in the back. Now they stood with stupid grins on their face, watching the eldest brother do his thing.
“I ain’t gonna ask you but this once, ok?” Jacob grinned. “You tell me where the girl went, or I start cuttin’ shit off real slow like. Understood?”
He took his hand off Elwood’s mouth.
“I-I don’t know where… s-she went,” Elwood whined. “I swear!”
The grin faded from the eldest Nelson boy’s face.
Mark slinked an arm around Elwood’s neck, holding him in place.
Elwood stared at Jacob’s knife in horror. He visibly shook while he tried to think through the pain clearly enough to decide what to do next.
Should he just lie and say the clown girl ran off in a particular direction? What if they killed him anyway after he told them? He started to cry when Mark grabbed him around the neck. He didn’t want to die. Not out here in the cold. Not wearing a fucking clown suit.
And then she was there. Just like that. Behind the Nelson boys, near where Ruby lay. The clown girl. Standing just as still, just as haunting as she had before.
Elwood raised a trembling purple gloved hand and pointed.
***
Be back here next Saturday, October 7th, for chapter 5!
When he came to, Elwood wished the jar had broken. He wished the glass shards had pierced his neck and killed him. Because when he woke up, the pain he was in was worse than anything he’d ever felt in his life.
The most immediate pain was in his ass. He had to shit but his asshole was also on fire at the same time. Or so the thought.
After feeling an intense pressure slam into him, then retract, then slam into him, he realized, even dazed and half-conscious that he was being fucked in the ass.
Raped in the ass.
“That’s what you like, ain’t it faggot?”
The next level of pain, beyond the ripping, bleeding sensation of his anus, was his face being grinded into the sticks and twigs on the ground.
And then there was the matter of his scalp feeling like it was being peeled off his head.
It only took Elwood another moment to realize he was face down on the ground and Mark was pushing his head into the dirt while fucking him.
Thump, thump, thump.
It felt like his stomach was being prodded with an alien instrument. That instrument happened to be Mark’s fat cock.
Thump, thump, thump. “Think you can kill my dog and get away with it, faggot? I’m gonna make you eat that cum then I’m gonna smash that fag jar and make you eat it, too!”
The jar in question was positioned—not unintentionally, Elwood guessed—right in front of his face on the ground.
Thump, thump, thump.
Mark was sweating and grunting. Elwood could feel the redneck’s cock swelling in his ass. He was only moments away from climax.
Elwood felt like his intestines were only moments away from turning inside out.
He wanted to pull away, to thrash around or to tighten himself up and squeeze Mark’s dick off, but with every thumping thrust, a white hot pain sucked his energy away, like a searing, smoldering fire poker was being touched directly to his guts.
It was all Elwood could do to stay conscious as the pounding picked up speed.
He knew that as soon as Mark finished he would kill him. He knew his only means for survival in that moment was to get the big sweaty dude off him before he came.
The thought gave Elwood the nauseating visual of Mark’s cock ejaculating his thick, snotty load all over Elwood’s lacerated and bleeding insides.
His right eye was smashed into the bramble but with his left eye, he was able to spot something, maybe the only thing that could save his life.
He saw the sign he’d been carrying on the road.
“The end is near. They’re all laughing at you!”
He’d fashioned the sign out of cardboard and a fence post his father had discarded in the farm house’s backyard which resembled a junkyard more than the rear property of a residence. The end of the fence post was sharp.
Elwood tentatively reached a hand across the broken sticks and twisted tree limbs that poked and yanked at his stomach as Mark continued to fuck him from behind.
A few more inches and he’d have it in his grasp.
That’s when the sound of the dirtbikes crashing through the woods drowned out the sounds of Mark’s impending orgasm.
“Fuck!” Mark screamed, jumping up off of Elwood in an instant.
It felt like a plunger had just ripped free from the wannabe clown’s asshole. Mark pulling out like that may have hurt worse than being fucked.
Elwood rolled over and put his hand against his ass, pulling his clown pants up over his exposed buttocks. This put him even closer to the sharp sign post.
Mark hastily buttoned his pants and yanked his filthy shirt down over his beer gut. He was doing everything he could to make it look like he hadn’t just butt raped a dude as his brothers pulled up on their bikes, casting the whole awful scene in harsh, revealing headlights.
“The fuck is going on out here, dumb shit?”
That was Jacob, Mark’s eldest brother. Not only was he older than the next eldest bother by five years, but he also towered over the other three causing many to speculate far outside of earshot of the giant that the Nelson boys’ mother hadn’t always been faithful to their five foot six inch father, Brutus.
Jacob always called Mark dumb shit because, well, he was probably the dumbest of all the Nelson brothers, not that that was saying much. They were all pretty stupid, as small town rednecks went.
“Faggot killed my dog,” Mark said, kicking Elwood in the stomach, which caused not an insignificant amount of blood to shoot out from his torn rectum.
“Don’t look dead to me.”
That was Carl, the middle Nelson brother, or second eldest as he liked to tell people, as though that made him sound more important in the hierarchy of small town douchebaggary.
Carl’s mouth also contained the most teeth of any of the other Nelson brothers, and as Elwood would shortly discover, also had the biggest cock which he enjoyed adorning with rings and studs.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
The final Nelson brother, Philip, a stunted, quiet, hairy man only nine months older than Mark, bent down over Ruby to give her a closer look.
Indeed she was still breathing. She panted in shallow, strained breaths, fluid still leaking from her gaping muzzle.
“Seized up,” he said. “Aughta put ‘er down.”
“Fuck!” Mark said, kicking Elwood again.
“The fuck you doin’ farting around down here in the woods with the dog for anyway?” Jacob said, parking his dirt bike and killing the light, casting the whole sordid affair back into pale moonlight.
“This faggot was trying to scare up kids with his clown costume. Wanted to teach him a lesson.” Mark said, shoving his hands in his pockets, seeming suddenly pensive about his decision to sic Ruby on Elwood.
“Ain’t that the queer boy from down the way?” Carl asked. “Fuck he dressed up for? Ain’t Halloween next week?”
“Didn’t… Didn’t do… it.” Elwood managed through the pain in his stomach and ass.
“What he say?” Philip asked, still hovering over the prone canine.
“You done fucked him up too much, dumb ass. He’s prolly gonna die.” Jacob interjected.
“Didn’t do it!” Elwood screamed.
“Yeah? Then who did, faggot?” Mark said, pulling back to kick him again.
“The clown girl,” Elwood said.
“Fuck is he on about, dumb ass?” Jacob asked, walking over to the boys on the ground. The other two brothers joined him, the brothers finally taking an interest in Elwood’s injured body.
“Nothin’. Ain’t nobody out here,” Mark said, standing up. He was getting defensive.
“You know what’ll happen if you beat this here fag so bad he dies and there’s witnesses?” Carl said, visibly angry. “Wrasltin’s on tonight. I ain’t gonna be out here in these woods all night lookin’ for no fuckin’ clown girl!”
“There wasn’t no girl!” Mark said, balling his fists.
“Why’s this faggot lyin’ then!” Carl said, spitting on the ground at Mark’s feet.
The two looked like they were about to come to blows when Jacob stepped between them. “What the hell is this?”
He’d spotted the fag jar laying next to Elwood’s head. He knelt down and picked it up, turning it side to side, trying to make out the contents through the cloudy glass.
“Th-that’s my…” Mark hesitated. “That’s a cum jar.”
“Cum jar?” Carl said, snatching it from Jacob’s huge hand. “Fuck is a cum jar?” He laughed, unscrewing the top.
He and Jacob sniffed the contents and then yanked their heads away as the rotten smell wafted out.
“Holy shit! That’s the nastiest shit I ever seen, and I seen some shit!” Carl said, laughing even harder.
“You keep all your cum?” Jacob asked, screwing the lid back on to contain the smell. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
Mark looked nervous. He glanced at Elwood and then back to his brothers. He couldn’t tell them he made guys jack him off. That’s why he hadn’t called it his fag jar.
“Just somethin’ I do, ok! Fuck you!”
That seemed to be good enough for Jacob, he’d already lost interest, handing the jar back off to Carl who showed it to Philip behind the big man. Jacob’s eyes were focused on Elwood.
“Get him up, dumb ass.”
Mark did as he was told. He grabbed the hurt boy by his shoulders and hauled him up to his knees, causing Elwood to shriek in pain.
Jacob smacked a ham-hock of a hand over Elwood’s mouth. “You scream like that again, I’m gonna cut your throat right here right now, understood, faggot?” With his free hand, Jacob reached across his belt and unfastened a boot knife, showing he was more than willing to make good on his threat.
Elwood closed his eyes tight to push away the pain, then nodded the best he could.
Carl and Philip had gone quiet in the back. Now they stood with stupid grins on their face, watching the eldest brother do his thing.
“I ain’t gonna ask you but this once, ok?” Jacob grinned. “You tell me where the girl went, or I start cuttin’ shit off real slow like. Understood?”
He took his hand off Elwood’s mouth.
“I-I don’t know where… s-she went,” Elwood whined. “I swear!”
The grin faded from the eldest Nelson boy’s face.
Mark slinked an arm around Elwood’s neck, holding him in place.
Elwood stared at Jacob’s knife in horror. He visibly shook while he tried to think through the pain clearly enough to decide what to do next.
Should he just lie and say the clown girl ran off in a particular direction? What if they killed him anyway after he told them? He started to cry when Mark grabbed him around the neck. He didn’t want to die. Not out here in the cold. Not wearing a fucking clown suit.
And then she was there. Just like that. Behind the Nelson boys, near where Ruby lay. The clown girl. Standing just as still, just as haunting as she had before.
Elwood raised a trembling purple gloved hand and pointed.
***
Be back here next Saturday, October 7th, for chapter 5!
She Was Only A Clown Chapter 5
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.
***
Be back here next Saturday, October 14th, for chapter 6!
“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!
Strange Sayings
Pontifications of one Kevin Strange, cult film director come Hardcore-Bizarro author.
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