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“Here you are my pretties!” he said as the rest of the gang appeared behind her, gasping in shock at the scene in front of them. “Go, girl!” the clown said to Thorn. “Give them a show! Ride me faster!”
“Nooo!” The girl screamed! “I won’t… don’t make me! You can’t… I don’t want to!” she pleaded.
Despite her words, Daphne could see how she began going up and down on the big cock faster, grinding her ass again and again against the thick shaft, seeking maximum penetration, even though each time she went down on the huge dick, a scream of pain escaped her mouth. Her goth, black make-up, worn even for the bridal song was in complete shambles, having been smeared by her tears that were flowing down her cheeks.
“Please…” she begged. “Make me stop! I don’t want it! Please… Not like this!”
“Oh you’re doing great!” the clown laughed, before slapping one of Thorn’s big tits, hard enough to leave a red hand imprint. “Don’t you think?” he suddenly asked, looking straight into Daphne’s eyes.
Daphne froze in place as the clown’s gaze settled on her, it was full of so much naked lust it terrified her. His eyes roamed up and down her body and he licked his lips, groaning as Thorn continued to bounce up and down on his monster of a cock. Daphne whimpered as she saw it thrust in and out, the delicate ring of her asshole look like it might just tear open from the size, the edges were an angry red.
Thorn looked up at the gang and extended a hand, even as she continued to fuck the clown underneath her. “Please, please, please! Help me! He’s killing me! It hurts! He’s tearing me!” Her screams were so frantic and heartbreaking, Daphne felt herself tear up in horror as she watched her friend be anally raped by the horrible clown.
The clown reached up to maul one of Thorn’s tits, squeezing down on the soft, sensitive skin, but he kept his eyes on Daphne, particularly her chest. “I’ve been having so much fun with Thorn and her friends, but I’ll admit, some variety might be good! Especially you, my dear! Oh, I bet your asshole is so tight, and I do love teen asses! Oh, show it to me, I want to see it!”
Daphne screamed in disgust, clinging to Fred for some comfort. She buried his face in his chest to try and block out the frightening view of the clown as he leered at her, undressing her with his eyes as he sodomized Thorn. Fred wrapped one arm around her, but Daphne couldn’t help but tense up when she felt his other cup her ass through her dress.
“Stop him, please!” Daphne begged, looking up at Fred with teary eyes. Fred, on the other hand, was staring dumbly at the scene in front of him, not even blinking.
“Freddie!” Velma exclaimed, shaking him, her voice full of panic.
That seemed to rouse Fred from his stupor, he pushed Daphne behind him and stepped towards the clown. “It’s over, mister! Your days of hurting the Hex Girls are over!” To Daphne’s surprise however, he made no move to stop the clown, he just kept watching as the bawling Thorn continued to fuck the clown.
The clown, for his part, seemed quite undisturbed. With one hand, he reached back and slapped Thorn’s ass, eliciting another scream of pain from her, before he reached out with his other hand. Dangling from his hands was a gold coin on a chain, and Daphne found her eyes drawn to it. What was the meaning of this?
“Follow the pretty coin of gold, and you will do what you are told!” The clown said as the coin swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
A sudden fog came over Daphne and she found her senses dulled, like the world was far away. Even Thorn’s screams and pleas for mercy sounded like they were on the opposite side of a large room, in spite of how desperate they were. And then, clear as a bell, were the clown’s next words.
“Your minds will be lucid, but your bodies will be entirely under my control! You will only move when I say so!” The clown commanded.
“Jeepers!” Daphne blurted out as suddenly her senses returned to her. She wanted to turn and run, to go straight back to the Mystery Machine and call the police, but found she couldn’t move a muscle! “What’s going on?! Why can’t I move?!” Daphne wailed as she struggled to move her feet.
“Yeah, like I can’t move either!” Shaggy cried out, clearly as alarmed as she was.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get to join in on the fun soon enough! I just wanted some time to finish off with my favourite plaything!” The clown said as he began to thrust into Thorn’s unwilling asshole, making her cry louder as her pain increased.
“Please! No! Not so deep! It feels like you’re in my stomach! No! Please! My ass can’t take this!” Thorn begged as her black, mascara-streaked tears fell onto the clown’s chest in fat droplets.
“Not much longer now, my dear, not much longer!” The clown spoke in a soothing voice as he twisted one of Thorn’s nipples, eliciting another scream from her. “After all these weeks in my company, I would have thought you’d be used to my cock by now!”
“It hurts so bad! It hurts so bad! My ass must be torn!” Thorn screamed hysterically; her eyes scrunched shut from the pain.
“Oh, here it comes! Here’s your present!” The clown groaned as he began to cum inside Thorn’s sore, abraded ass. She squealed as her bowels were flooded by his salty cum, it stung her insides terribly. With a sigh, the clown pushed Thorn off of him and she landed in an undignified, sniffling heap on the ground, her face buried in her arms as she cried. Cum was slowly oozing out of her asshole, which was gradually sealing back up, in spite of the rough sodomy she had so recently been forced to endure. “Now, clean me off while I deal with these meddling kids!”
Thorn wailed as she got onto her knees and crawled over to the clown. “No! Please, please don’t make me do that again! It’s so disgusting, it was just in my ass!” Thorn looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes as her hands unwillingly wrapped around his cock.
“Oh, you really are so much prettier like this, my dear, I love the sight of a pretty girl in distress!” He said, before grabbing onto Thorn’s hair and pushing her face forward. She had time to let out one muffled cry, before her lips enveloped his cock. The clown gave a satisfied smile as Thorn began to bob her head up and down, making choked noises as she took him in. Acting as if a gorgeous goth rocket wasn’t sucking him off, the clown looked up at Mystery Inc.
“You know, I’ve always loved pretty young teens like her, and like you,” he licked his lips again as he stared at Daphne. “Their tight, virgin asses especially. A teen girl is practically guaranteed to have a virgin asshole, its so wonderfully rare for her to have ever taken a man’s cock in there! Yes, I think it’s safe to say I have quite the obsession with teen assholes! It certainly made working at the circus so much fun! I had access to all the pretty, young teens I wanted, and with my hypnotism, it was so easy to lure them back into my trailer and sodomize them to my heart’s content! No one ever heard their screams over the carnival sounds! It was such a pity when I was found out and had to leave my job!” He scowled at the memory, his fingers gripping tightly into Thorn’s raven locks and forcing her even deeper onto his cock, despite her muffled screams.
Velma opened her mouth to say something, but the clown shushed her before she could get a word in. After that, only muffled whimpers came from Velma’s mouth, and Daphne found she couldn’t speak either! It was as if she had been gagged!
“Do you have any idea how much I suffered? No longer able to satisfy my lust as I ran? Oh, but then I stumbled across these angels as they were on tour!” The clown reached down and gripped one Thorn’s tits tightly, squeezing down on it so hard and Thorn let out another sob. “Such pretty girls, with such tight assholes that were suddenly all mine to play with! And even better, they have so many female fans who show up, escorted by their daddies! A few subtle phrases hidden in the Hex Girls songs, and they became as mad with lust for their daughters asses as I was! And now, I have some new toys to play with!”
“New toys… what do you mean…” Daphne began.
The sinister meaning behind these words should have been clear but whatever the Clown did was making thinking so, so difficult…
Velma managed to piece it together sooner and gasped in terror.
“No!” she protested. “Please! You can’t… don’t make us… not like that! You can’t!”
The Clown just laughed.
“Oh, that’s music to my ears!” he said. “Do you know how often these three singers beg and plead like that? All the time… its just the sweetest symphony for me!”
He reached down and patted Thorn’s head. The girl was no sobbing into the Clown’s filthy dick, but for a moment it didn’t stop her from almost eagerly sucking and slurping on his cock, trying to clean it off from the filth of her own ass with her skilled mouth and tongue.
“My fuckslave here is doing a good job,” the Clown snickered to himself. “But it seems I need a bit more to get in the mood for playing with my new toys.”
The gang was helpless to watch, as the Clown lifted the hand with the coin and turning directly to Daphne, spoke again.
“Follow the pretty coin of gold, and you will do what you are told!” he said, swinging the golden pendulum, Daphne’s pretty eyes following it in a trance. “You are no longer you, you are now a filthy, dirty stripper, eager to give a good show so that your boss doesn’t beat you.”
As he said it, Velma opened her eyes wide in terror and disgust… but couldn’t do anything more. Daphne, on the other hand, just kept staring at the moving coin.
“Your mind is your own and you can cry, beg and show fear,” the Clown said and immediately the redhead’s mouth started quivering from barely contained dread. “But you are an expert stripper and you will dance and strip for me as sexily as you can, giving me a performance of your life!”
“No… please… I don’t want it!” Daphne begged. “Somebody help! I don’t want it!”
But her friends couldn’t do anything but with in utter fear in disgust – in Velma’s case – and with other, more primal emotions in their hearts – in the case of all the rest – as she began to move.
Daphne was naturally graceful and she put these talents to good use, swaying her body as if to music that only she was able to hear. The grace and fluidity of her motions were somewhat dampened by the sounds she was making, crying, sobbing and begging.
“Please… let me stop… make me stop… I don’t want it!” she moaned, even as her hands and gentle fingers traced the contours of her body.
The Clown gasped in pleasure, either from the show he was getting or from Thorn’s mouth tirelessly working on his shaft, even as the singer was sobbing around the member in her mouth.
“Please… HELP ME!” Daphne begged, pulling up her shirt, revealing her flat belly… and of course the full, perfect globes of her breasts, covered now only by a violet lacy bra.
She chose it, hoping that maybe something will happen with Fred during this trip… before he started acting all weird… but was now thoroughly regretting her choice, feeling the eyes of her friends on her, unable to look around from the chest.
The Clown more than approved of the look as well, gasping in pleasure once again, now clearly from the sight of the beautiful breasts. His cock twitched and grew longer and thicker in Thorn’s mouth as she kept slurping on it.
“Very good!” the Clown said. “Keep stripping! Show me more!”
Then he looked at Fred.
“Follow the pretty coin of gold, and you will do what you are told!” he said. “Go and bring the other two cunts here! We don’t want them to lose such a show!”
His face blank, Fred turned and walked away, his steps awkward and lumbering. Daphne gasped as she saw how hard he was, his erection was tenting his pants visibly. The distraction was momentary, as against her will, Daphne’s head turned back towards the Clown, as if invisible hands were guiding her face. She whimpered at the sight of his monstrous, terrifying face, he was grinning so maliciously as he watched her perform for him, groaning satisfaction. Her hands were on her hips, travelling upwards until they cupped her full tits, squeezing them through her bra, bouncing them up and down in front of the Clown’s face. The Clown’s eyes widened as she reached behind her back to undo her bra, holding it in place for a moment, the straps sliding down her delicate shoulders before letting it fall the ground. She had the horrifying thought that she might never wear it again and desperately hoped that she was wrong.
“Oh!” The Clown gasped in appreciation. “Your tits might be even bigger than Thorn here’s!” The Clown said, groping one of Thorn’s dangling breasts, squeezing on them as if they were stress balls. Still sucking, Thorn let out a pain filled squeal and almost managed to gain enough control to pull away.
For a brief moment, her lips were free of the Clown’s dick and she let out a scream. “Please! You’re hurting me! You’re squeezing too hard!” And then she had once again wrapped her lips around his cock, her warm and wet mouth enveloping it completely.
The Clown laughed at her pain, stroking her hair in an almost tender way. “I would have thought you’d be used to it now, my dear, Thorn! I mean, I grope your tits, whip them and even throw darts at them daily! You’re such a soft, young thing! Oh well, at least from now on, pretty young Daphne here will be joining you in your pain!”
Daphne let out a sob at those words, she had always been proud of her large breasts, she knew they drew the attention of lots of boys, even men. Now, she wished she had been born flat-chested if this was the kind of attention she was getting. Her hands went back down to her hips, travelling lower now as she hooked her thumbs into the hem of her skirt and slowly began to wiggle her hips back and forth, sliding the material down her long legs. The Clown let out another appreciative sound, forcing Thorn to deepthroat him as he saw the thong Daphne was wearing, the little silk bow on front was an especially nice touch. Still swinging her hips, Daphne turned, giving the Clown a nice view of her ass, wishing she had chosen to wear something more modest. The thong was less revealing than the g-strings the Hex Girls had been wearing on stage, but it still covered so little of her ass, and the fact that the Clown seemed so ass obsessed terrified her. Surely he wasn’t solely interested in girls asses, right? As terrifying as the thought of him raping her virgin pussy was, the idea that he was solely an anal rapist was so much worse! Daphne had never put much thought into the idea of anal before, it always seemed so unappealing to her, she thought it would hurt too much, that surely a girl’s anus was too small to truly fit a man’s cock and that men who were interested in ass play were just perverts. Her heart raced in her chest as the prospect of being sodomized for the first time seemed more real with each passing second.
As Fred walked back into the room, lugging Dusk and Luna under each arm, they gasped as they saw the lewd performance Daphne was giving them.
“NO!” Dusk cried, looking away. “Why didn’t you go and get help! You could have saved us!”
Daphne closed her eyes tightly, desperately wishing that they had. Now they were just as trapped as the Hex Girls were, and the Clown’s hungry eyes made it clear that he wanted her badly, he barely even seemed to remember that he had Dusk slurping away at his cock. He grinned as Daphne reached back to spank her own ass, leaving a red handprint on her perfect, peachy cheeks. Daphne let out pained cries each time she slapped the soft skin, her ass growing redder and redder and more and more sore with each strike.
“Oh, yes! I don’t think I can wait much longer!” The Clown moaned, pulling away from Thorn. His cock came out of her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting the head of his penis to her lips.
Daphne sobbed, he was so hard and his cock was so big! Did this monster really think she could take it?! How had Thorn, Dusk and Luna survived getting raped by this thong each day, especially in their tight asses?! The Clown stepped forward, putting a hand on her shoulder and her dancing stopped. Daphne’s breath came so fast and in such short gasps, she was terrified she might hyperventilate, she had never been so scared in all of her life! The Clown reached down and grabbed the back string of her thong, yanking it up hard! Daphne let out a shrill squeal, rising to the tips of her toes as she tried to follow the Clown’s hand, it hurt so bad! The thong string was digging so painfully into her sensitive asshole, chafing it roughly! The Clown chuckled as he pulled, again and again, wedging the strap even deeper into Daphne’s ass, increasing the pain. Finally, he let go, and Daphne dropped down onto the balls of her feet, gasping in relief as the pain oh-so-slowly began to abate.
“Now, take them off, turn around and grip your ankles, I really wanna see that virgin, teen asshole of yours!” The Clown ordered in a low voice.
Daphne cringed as her body obeyed him, slipping her thong down her legs, before she bent forward, her hips dangling as she reached down, her fingers encircling her ankles and gripping tightly. From between her legs, she watched as the upside down figure of the Clown approached her, his eyes wide with lust.
She has always been very fit, being good at both volleyball as well as cheerleading. With that it came that her muscled were quite used to stretching and well-trained. Thanks to the this, she could maintain this position for some time, but not forever and it seemed the Clown wasn’t going to let her return from it anytime soon.
On the opposite, he seemed to have frozen, transfixed by her ass almost as much as she and the gang were mesmerized by his golden coin. Almost – for while they were powerless to do anything, but obey his commands, he had all the power and wasn’t shy on using them.
Right now, finally managed to regain his faculties after just staring at her ass, he raised his hands, grabbing her perfectly sculpted asscheeks.
“Please… don’t do it… I don’t want it!” she pleaded; his very touch abhorrent to her. “Please!”
She knew, of course, that begging wouldn’t help. He’s been fucking – raping! – and abusing the Hex Girls for so long that it was obvious there was no mercy left in him and that he could – and would – do whatever he wanted to her and her friends. She thought about the things he said about hurting Thorn’s breasts, about whipping them and using them as targets for throwing darts. She knew that someone so vicious, cruel and perverted would show her and others no mercy.
She knew she should also consider what fate would he have in store for Fred and Shaggy as he didn’t seem sexually interested in men. She knew she should be worried if he was going to get rid off them in a different way… but for now she found it difficult to have her panicked mind think about anything other than what he was doing to her now.
He kept groping her ass, squeezing her asscheeks in his large, rough hands, before stopping only to slap her ass, much, much harder than she did, a red hand imprint left on her asscheek while she screamed out in sudden pain.
“Please!” the redhead screamed. “Freddie… Shaggy… heeeelp!”
Even as she screamed that, she knew they weren’t going to help, they were unable to. She couldn’t even look at them, forced to look at the upside-down silhouette of the clown between her own legs.
Her muscles already started getting stiff and sore from holding the uncomfortable position for so long. But even that was nothing, barely worth noticing, comparing to how wrong his touch on her body felt.
“What a nice little asshole we have… I’ll be spending a lot of time in there,” he said, confirming her worst theories about him being an ass-obsessed rapist.
“No… please… don’t… not there…” Daphne whimpered.
“Let me see how tight it is,” the Clown said, chuckling to himself, completely ignoring her pleading.
“No!” she screamed as she felt his fingers touching against the opening of her anus, poking and prodding, stretching her tiny hole.
“Oh yes… this feels very good… and looks very good…” the Clown said “And I’m sure it will feel and look even better around my cock! But let’s make your tiny ass ready for that, first!”
Daphne dreaded to think what he had in mind saying that, already thinking that nothing could be worse than the sensation of his rough fingers poking against her anus, stretching the hole a bit, before letting go… but then she felt him kneel behind her and his tongue touch her asscheeks.
She shivered as he began licking her perfect asscheeks, making circles with his tongue, getting closer and closer to the tiny entrance of her asshole.
Daphne knew it was coming, but she still squealed and clenched up when she felt the Clown’s wet tongue lap over the knot of her anus. She began to shiver at the feeling of it and tried her best to pull her body away from him. At best, she managed to wiggle slightly, unintentionally grinding her ass more into the Clown’s face, which seemed to please him, judging by the content moans he let out. He alternated between long licks that covered the entirety of her asshole and short but fast tongue lashings that targeted the very centre of her anus, covering it in his saliva like he was a starving man. Apparently even this wasn’t enough, as he soon began stiffening his tongue and jabbing it forwards, trying to penetrate Daphne’s tight ass with it.
“Oh, yes!” He moaned, pulling away for just a moment, before diving headfirst back between Daphne’s cheeks. “You’re just as tight as Thorn was! She fought to keep me out too! But I won in the end, I forced my way into all of their assholes!”
“Stop! Please! I don’t like it, it feels wrong!” Daphne babbled, her head swimming as the blood ran to it. She began to shake from the strain of staying in such an awkward position, it was so uncomfortable for her, not that the Clown cared for her comfort at all. Her tight ass clenched down on the Clown’s invading tongue.
“Well, I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it, my dear!” The Clown murmured; his eyes closed as he continued to lick away. “I’m enjoying myself a great deal! Oh, your ass is just divine, it might even be better than Thorn’s!”
He kept at it, moaning each time Daphne let out a sob or a shiver, her discomfort clearly turning him on even more. Daphne had never really looked into it, but she had heard that some women enjoyed having their asses licked. Well, she certainly wasn’t among them, the sensation of the Clown’s tongue probing around inside her asshole was just strange at best. How could a girl get joy out of such a depraved act?! Oh God, of all the people they had ever run into, why did this one have to be such an anal obsessed psychopath?!
“Oh, yes, teen assholes,” the Clown muttered, repeating the phrase over and over again, totally lost in the rimjob.
By this point, Daphne had given up on trying to struggle, knowing that her body wouldn’t obey her. She simply closed her eyes and quietly cried, her tears squeezing out between her eyelids and splattering on the floor.
And then, when she was sure he’d never stop… he finally pulled away from her.
“Enough of this foreplay!” he chuckled. “You can straighten yourself.”
Daphne did so in an instant, sighing, as the sore muscles of her legs, thighs and calves finally got some much-needed relief.
Her relief was very short-lived though.
Laughing, the Clown slapped her ass, leaving another red hand imprint on her pale asscheeks.
“Yes!” he said, laughing all the time. “Enough of foreplay! Your ass got all the lubrication it needs! I can fuck it now!”
She knew that was going to happen, what such an anal-obsessed psychopath would do to a beautiful teen girl like her – and Daphne knew perfectly well, she was beautiful.
She would be raped now, she knew it… but hearing it made it all the more real. And learning just HOW she was going to get raped… that made her already panicking heart skip a beat.
“Follow the pretty coin of gold, and you will do what you are told!” the Clown said, dangling the coin in front of her eyes. “Crawl towards the bed and wait there for me.”
“No!” even knowing that it was futile, Daphne had to protest, had to voice her disagreement… even as she went on all fours and crawled towards the bed, her beautiful ass sticking up in an enticing way, her full, perky breasts swaying beneath her body as she moved.
The Clown sat down on the bed, then lied down, his huge erect dick sticking up like an obscene pole.
“Why should I do all the work?” he asked. “Why won’t you sit on my cock and ride, just like that singer bitch did?”
“Please, I don’t…mummy! Somebody, save me!” A hysterical Daphne shrieked; her vision blurry from the tears that were flowing down her face. She had never been more terrified in all of her life.
Sure, she regularly faced down creeps in masks and half of the time, they really wanted to hurt her, but this? This was a whole different level of horrifying, one that she had never expected she would ever have to experience! She knew some of those guys had checked out her beautiful, lithe body, undressing her with their eyes, but that was as bad as it had ever gone!
The Clown chuckled as he looked up at Daphne as she hovered over his cock, trying her hardest to fight the irresistible urge to sink her tight, virgin ass onto it. “No one’s going to save you this time, my dear! Your sweet little ass is my property now! And I plan to use my property very, very roughly!”
Daphne was leaning over him now, her hands resting on his chest as she felt his dick prod at the entrance to her anus. Oh, God, it was so huge! How could it possibly hope to fit into her unused, pinhole sized anus?
“Please,” she whispered in a tiny, frightened voice, tears dripping down onto his chest. “Have mercy…I don’t want this! You’ll hurt me so bad!” Her lip trembled as she spoke, and her breath hitched as she sobbed. By this point, her whole body was trembling violently, and Daphne didn’t think she could stop it even if she wanted to.
The Clown smiled as he reached up and stroked Daphne’s face in a gross parody of tenderness, wiping away her tears. “I know it will, sweetheart, I want it to hurt you! There’s nothing better in the world to me than hurting sweet, innocent, young things like yourself! You must realise that by now, can’t you feel how hard I am?”
And indeed, Daphne could, his cock seemed to be throbbing as it rested against her asshole, it seemed almost hungry for her.
“Oh, God…” Daphne moaned, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest, it was racing so bad. She wondered if she could have a fear induced heart attack, not sure if that would be better or worse than the agonising fate she knew would be in store for her very, very soon.
“Are you ready to lose your anal cherry?” The Clown asked as he reached up to grope her heaving tits, twisting the nipples hard and eliciting a shriek from Daphne.
All Daphne could do was scream “No!” over and over and over again as she sank down onto his cock. At first, the tight ring of her anus resisted as his cock tried to force its way past it, but he kept forcing it and soon he began to slip the tip of it into Daphne’s virgin anus…
All the screams Daphne had made before couldn’t match the one that escaped her lips as she began to sink on the huge cock. It started as a soft groan, while she was still fighting to resist the pain, but along with the pressure on her virgin anus, the pain began to grow exponentially.
“Aaah!” Finally, a first loud, tormented shriek came out of Daphne’s full lips as the Clown’s cockhead pushed into her unused, unprepared and unwilling ass.
“Oh yes… yes… sit on my cock!” The Clown ordered, tugging her gently by her hips. He didn’t have to pull her hard for now gravity was doing all the work and he loved the sensation of his cock getting into her ass deliciously slowly, his spit the only lube, savouring every inch of her tight canal.
“Pleaseeee!” Daphne screamed. “It hurts! Please! Let me stop! It hurts!”
She had never even imagined such a pain like the one her ass was in right now, as if a knife or a red-hot poker was buried in her bowels… and it was still growing, still increasing, threatening to tear her all apart.
No matter the pain, the degradation, the mind-numbing terror that conquered her mind, she just couldn’t muster the strength to get off the disgusting dick, to get away from the Clown, to run or fight. Her body just wasn’t listening to the command of her terrified brain… and that made the agony so much worse.
All she managed to achieve was to turn her head around to look at the rest of her gang. While Velma was looking almost as terrified as Daphne was feeling, her ample breasts rising and falling as she was beginning to hyperventilate, Shaggy, Fred and even Scooby were all looking at her… as if she was some new kind of a Scooby Snack. Even in the terrible situation she was in now, this hungry gaze in their eyes sent a shiver of fear down her spine.
“Aieeee!” another shriek escaped her mouth as her ass took even more of the thick cock.
The pretty redhead was now almost sitting on the disgusting Clown’s lap, his cock buried between her asscheeks, spreading them way past what was just painful.
“Follow the pretty coin of gold, and you will do what you are told!” the Clown said. “Start riding my cock now! Up and down, up and down until I cum!”
And yet the worse was only to come as the Clown held his accursed golden coin in front of her eyes, Daphne unable to look away from its gleam.
“Oh, God!” Daphne groaned as she slowly began to rise up from the Clown’s cock, her anus gripping down on it, as if unwilling to release it.
After being stretched to what felt like her tearing point, the sudden and increasing emptiness in her asshole felt very strange. Up she went, higher and higher in his lap until only the head of his cock was still in her ass, which was clamped down tightly onto it. Daphne whimpered, desperately willing her body to rise just a little bit more until even that was gone. Even just the tip of his cock was painful and uncomfortable for her, stretching her out….
…And then slowly, she began to push head body back down, the emptiness leaving and the painful fullness returning. Daphne hissed as the pain, which had been slightly relieved when she had risen, came crashing back into her in overwhelming waves. How had the Hex Girls survived two weeks of this anal agony?! She was only just starting and she already felt like she was going to die!
“Please! You’re killing me! My ass must be ripping!” Daphne pleaded, her hands clenching and unclenching as they rested on his chest.
The Clown only laughed, reaching up to stroke her hair. “You girls always say the same thing when I’m raping your asses and it never gets old! You never learn, teenage asses were made to be raped by a man’s cock! That’s why you were put on this Earth in the first place! And that means that for all the suffering your assholes endure, you sure as hell won’t die from it!”
To emphasise his point, he grabbed Daphne’s hips and yanked her down while thrusting up, suddenly yanking her body as far down onto his cock as possible. Daphne’s ass, in no way prepared for the sudden invasion of his cock, felt like a burning hot branch had suddenly been shoved into it. Daphne let out her loudest, most piercing scream yet, her back arching and her head pointed straight up at the ceiling. She held that position and screamed, howled in anguish for a good ten seconds before the pain in her vocal chords almost matched the pain in her ass and her scream slowly tapered off.
“Am I bleeding?” Daphne sniffled, her eyes clouded with tears, her voice trembling. How could she not be after what was happening to her? Oh, God, her ass must have been absolutely ruined! Destroyed!
“Stupid bitch!” the Clown laughed. “While the thought of you licking your blood along with your filth off my dick is hot indeed, I know how to hurt you so that you’re not too ruined for me to fuck you again!”
Daphne could see a truly unnatural grin appear on his face.
“Don’t worry, dumb cunt!” he said in mock sympathy. “While I think you’ll be my favourite one now… even your ass will be getting some time to rest and heal. When you’ll be cleaning my cock after it’s been in your ass… or when you’re sucking me back to hardness.”
Daphne wailed, cringing inwardly in disgust at his words. The Clown, however, wasn’t done with her yet.
“Or when I’m fucking the singers or your four-eyed friend over there!” he said. “Yes… you might be my favourite, but I want let the holes of the other bitches remain neglected!”
And he started laughing more, while she cried and screamed inwardly, tears flowing down her cheeks and the moans of pain and anguish escaping her lips the only visible signs of her distress.
“But that’s for the future, bitch!” he said, slapping her tits. The blow was hard, but the pain from abused full breasts barely registered among the agony her body was in from the pain radiating from her torn ass. “Now get back to riding me! Make me cum!”
Stiffling her sobs, Daphne began moving up on his cock, her body obeying his commands against her will.
“Oh, show some more enthusiasm!” he sneered. “Move faster on my pole… unless you want me to help you with it!”
Once again, holding her by the hips, he pulled her down on his cock, at the same time yanking his hips up, thrusting into her, going even deeper than he’d gone before.
“AIeeeee!” a truly beautiful scream was ripped out of the cute redhead’s mouth. “Pleaseeee! STOOOP!”
Oh yes, he could make her be silent or even moan in fake pleasure for him… just as he sometimes made the Hex Girls do as they were ‘entertaining’ the fans. But for him… for him nothing beat the screams of pain and fear a woman was making.
Overwhelmed by agony, terrified of him punishing her already sore ass even more, Daphne obeyed with frantic speed, moving faster up, then hesitating just for an instant, biting her lip, before going faster down on the brutal rape pole, taking it into her clenching, tight, unwilling ass.
“Please, please, please, oh God, please!” Daphne sobbed over and over again; her mind half broken from the constant state of agony she was suffering.
She went down as fast as she could, but with no lube, it was still a slow, arduous process, there was so much friction inside her dry asshole. Still, it seemed to be fast enough for the Clown, he lay back and groaned, keeping his hands on Daphne’s hips, but not moving her body himself. He let her do all the work now, content to make the pretty redheaded teen fuck him.
“I bet you never had anything up your ass before me, have you, honey?” The Clown asked. “Yeah, you truly got the feel of a genuine anal virgin! It was the same with the Hex Girls, they might dress like freaks, but I think they were virgins in every sense of the word before they met me! I never did get around to checking their pussies…Oh well, who cares about that hole anyway?” The Clown laughed, one hand tracing around the edge of Daphne’s pussy, but not quite touching it.
Daphne truly wished that he had been interested in raping her pussy, it might have still been a traumatic experience, but it would certainly hurt less! With each plunge down into his lap, it felt like his cock got harder and bigger, the pain was indescribable! She kept screaming, even though by now her vocal cords were white hot with pain. She couldn’t stop herself; she needed some kind of outlet for the pain the Clown was delivering to her anus, and this was the best that could be done.
“I wonder about your friend in the orange sweater there,” the Clown said, his breath laboured as it became harder to hold back. “She seems like the shy, nerdy, virgin type, but you know what they say about the quiet girls! I bet she’s hiding one hell of an ass under that skirt of hers! Oh, I can’t wait to see it for myself! But first things first, there’s your ass to claim!”
It sounded like he was getting close to cumming, his eyes were clenched shut and his breathing was becoming more intense. Daphne let out another pained squeal as his grip tightened on her shapely hips, his fingers digging into her skin until his knuckles were white. For a moment, she was relieved when he let go of them, until his hands moved northwards and began to grip and squeeze her tits. She let out a shriller scream as he twisted her nipples again, they felt like they might tear off!
“Please! Haven’t you hurt me enough?!” A desperate Daphne shrieked, wishing she could shake her breasts and try and dislodge him from them.
“There ain’t no such thing as hurting a pretty teen enough!” The Clown cackled, twisting harder while his other hand began slapping at Daphne’s breasts. “Only thing that could make this moment even better was if I had a lit cigarette to use on these big tits of yours! You ever had a cigarette burn on your nipple, girl?”
“No! I’ve never! Please!” she screamed, hating how his strange power forced her to answer even this disgusting question.
“Let’s see what we can do about it…” he said, tapping his chin. “You may go slower… I don’t want you to make me cum… yet.”
Daphne didn’t need to be watching his coin, to obey this command! Sighing in barely contained relief, she slowed down her thrusts. It was a small mercy, with her ass still being sore and now her feeling each inch of his cock as she kept moving up and down on it, this time deliciously slowly… but it was a mercy nevertheless as the pretty redhead was starting to think she will go insane from the pain of riding his huge thick cock so hard and fast!
“Does anyone here smoke?” the Clown asked loud, looking at all his captives and in particular on the members of the Hex girls.
Daphne saw that even though his victims – other than her, of course – weren’t hypnotized right now, they didn’t fight. During their captivity, the Clown must have thoroughly broken the three Hex Girls. Did they try to escape, and did he capture them and subject them to such disgusting, excruciating punishments that they never dared to escape again?
With how much pain and agony he was causing Daphne right now, she shivered inwardly at the ways he must have been torturing Thorn, Luna and Dusk when they were his slaves.
Therefore, she couldn’t really blame Luna for it, but still her heart shrunk as the pretty girl took out a packet of cigarettes.
“Now, now!” the Clown chuckled. “Smoking behind my back?! These aren’t healthy, you know? And I want my sex slaves to be strong and healthy and stay with me for many, many years.”
A soft whimper, different than those brought by the agony of her ass being turned inside out by the big cock, escaped Daphne’s lips. Only now did it dawn upon the redhead that she might stay the Clown’s slave… for weeks, months, years.
“Give me this!” the Clown snapped, and Luna gave him the cigarettes.
With Daphne still moving up and down on his big, hard dick he lit one cigarette and brought it closer to the redhead’s big, perky breasts and their pink, vulnerable nipples.
“Oh I would so love to burn them…” he said… but then pulled the cigarette away. “But I think it will be sweeter if you do it yourself!”
“No!” Daphne screamed. “No! Please! Don’t make me!”
But soon she was looking at the coin that he was holding in front of her eyes.
“Follow the pretty coin of gold, and you will do what you are told!” The clown said as the coin swung back and forth. “You will take this cigarette and you will burn your nipples with it, one by one. You won’t go easy on them; you will hold it long!”
“No!” Daphne sobbed as her hand obediently took the lit cigarette from the Clown’s hand and brought its glowing end towards her right nipple…
She let out what was possibly her loudest shriek yet as the white-hot cigarette was held against her soft, sensitive nipple. Her hand was shaking violently as her brain tried its hardest to fight against the hypnosis, but the Clown’s grip on her was too strong! For a moment, her vision went dark, and Daphne thought that she might have gone blind from the agonizing pain. She kept screaming as the cigarette burned her nipples, she was terrified she might do permanent damage to the fleshy nub.
“Please! Please! Oh, please, let me take my hand away!” Daphne bawled, tears flowing down her pretty face as her body continued to abuse itself.
“A few moments more, then you may remove the cigarette, my dear!” The Clown said, his hands roaming up and down her hips.
Daphne sniffled, biting down hard onto her bottom lip to try and suppress the scream that she knew was trying to burst free from her lips. Finally, she gasped in relief as her body pulled her hand back, although it brought little relief to her terribly burned nipple, it still hurt so badly! It almost seemed to eclipse the pain that was tearing her tight asshole apart. Almost, but not quite. She was still suffering from the anal agony of the Clown’s violent, dry sodomy and it felt like her asshole had been torn open, not even the pain of her badly burned nipple could override that.
“I think I’ve allowed you enough time to recover, sweetie! Now, turn the cigarette on your other nipple! Leave that one nice and red for me too!” The Clown said, his words terrifying Daphne.
Her eyes shot wide open as she heard him, her heart racing from the fear as she realized that her hand was once again going up, to her other nipple now. She screamed again, repeating “No!” over and over again as the red hot, burning cigarette came closer and closer to her as of yet unburned tit…
“No, no, please,” Daphne pleaded, all her willpower focused on stopping her hand from moving… but it was all in vain.
She could only watch as – moving as in slow-motion – the glowing tip got closer and closer.
“Please! Please!” she pleaded and then, hating herself for saying it, she added: “Don’t make me do it! I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything you want! Just… just don’t make me hurt myself like this!”
“You can stop,” the Clown said, and Daphne sighed in relief as her hand stopped, the glowing tip so close to her flesh that she actually felt the heat.
“Th-thank you,” she said, trying not to think too hard about what she’d promised him, about how he would use this promise.
After seeing what he did to Thorn, she had a pretty good idea about that…
The Clown leaned and loomed over her, looking her in the eyes, a cruel grin on his lips.
“I do appreciate your offer, cunt,” he said. “But see…” he lifted his coin. “Thanks to this… you will already do anything… and I mean anything I want. So, you have nothing to offer me.”
“No, please…” Daphne sobbed.
“Now burn your pretty pink little nipple,” he commanded.
Daphne opened her mouth to protest, beg and plead once more, but she was too slow and didn’t even get to do that. Before she could speak, the tip touched her nipple and whatever she wanted to say escaped her mind as terrible pain wrecked it… and all the escaped her lips was a long, drawn-out wail of pain and agony.
“AIEEEEEEEEEE!” She cried. “NOOOO! PLEASEEE! STOOOP!”
“Yess… yess… you suffer so beautifully… even better than the singer bitch!” the Clown chuckled and everyone – apart from Daphne who wasn’t in the presence of mind to look – saw how hard his cock got as he watched the pretty redhead suffer. “Grind it in… slowly…” he commanded.
And she did, pushing the glowing tip into her flesh, grinding it, as the searing pain wrecked her body.
“NO! PLEASE! STOP! MAKE IT STOP! I’ll DO ANYTHING!” she kept pleading as her body kept hurting her.
But he didn’t… not until the cigarette got so burned out that it started burning her fingers too.
When finally, she was allowed to pull it away, she broke into sobs, the Clown silhouette over her, drinking in her suffering.
“You suffer so beautifully,” he said, “But why don’t we get to you fulfilling this promise of yours?”
And he flicked Daphne’s burned nipple with his finger, ripping a new scream out of her mouth.