Coulrophobia
Zoey hated clowns.
Her parents had always claimed their daughter's irrational fear of clowns, jesters, and fools was the result of a particularly frightening circus they had accidentally taken her to when she was still a child. Others claimed clowns were simply inherently frightening – something about their actions and makeup just a little too inhuman – and that it was natural for some people to fear them. Honestly, not even Zoey could explain why she had such an extreme dislike for clowns, only that the mere mention of them – let alone the very sight of them – was enough to cause her heart to sink into her stomach.
Having turned eighteen just a few days ago, Zoey had hoped that her lifelong fear of clowns would be a thing of the past, one of many childhood characteristics that was certain to fade away as she entered adulthood. After all, her fear of heights and the dark had all but dissipated as she grew older; surely her fear of clowns would be the same?
Unfortunately, as Zoey walked past sideshow after sideshow with the laughter of children and the smell of stale popcorn heavy in the air, she was learning that this was not the case. Some fears, it seemed persisted.
Zoey hadn't even wanted to come to the carnival – what with being afraid of clowns and all – but her parents were out of town and her little sisters, Olivia and Isabella, had all but insisted. The carnival was only in town for a week, they proclaimed, and tonight was their last night. All of their friends had been to the carnival multiple times already, and the twins were clearly upset that they were supposedly the only ones who had yet to experience the summer wonderland.
And so, against her better judgment, and praying that her coulrophobia had finally been conquered, Zoey had agreed to take the two girls to the carnival that afternoon, provided they promised to say in sight.
So, of course, the twin girls had run off the moment Zoey turned her back, forcing the older girl to trudge through the fairgrounds in search of them.
"Pequeños monstrous," Zoey swore under her breath, expressing her anger the only healthy way she knew how: by saying it in Spanish. She sighed as she looked left and right in search of Olivia and Isabella, trying to remember exactly what the two had been wearing in hopes of perhaps picking them out of the surrounding mass of people.
It was almost evening, with the sun already beginning to set on the horizon, but it was still remarkably hot, and Zoey found herself enjoying each and every little summer breeze that ghosted by, causing some of her fine brown hair to flutter out behind her. Zoey had expected heat, as evidenced by her short denim skirt and the tight yellow shirt she wore, all of which showed off her shapely Latina features, but it was hotter than even she had predicted, and she grew increasingly frustrated as she felt her shirt dampen with sweat and her thighs begin to chafe from doing so much walking.
The heat wasn't the worst part, though. Not by a long shot.
The carnival was alive and well all around Zoey, packed with people of all shapes and sizes as they enjoyed everything the fair had to offer. Vendors peddled popcorn and funnel cakes at every corner, and the grounds were lined with games and sideshows, most of them mundane, many of them strange, all of them quite expensive. A variety of rides were scattered throughout the area - a Ferris wheel here, a carousel there, a small roller coaster across from the spinning teacups – filling the air with the sounds of screaming children and crying toddlers.
And, of course, there were clowns.
The farther Zoey walked, it seemed, the more clowns she seemed to spot. Short clowns with round bellies and red noses, tall clowns on stilts with fiery red afros, wandering jesters with jingling bells and painted faces that caused her blood to freeze in her veins. They were everywhere it seemed, manning the rides, hosting the games, advertising the sideshows. Everywhere Zoey looked, it was all she saw – clowns, clowns, and more clowns.
While neither shy nor timid by nature, the omnipresence of the clowns roaming the grounds seemingly at random nonetheless had a sobering effect on Zoey, one that was obvious even to those who didn't know her. She walked quickly and jerkily, her arms close to her side, her eyes moving a mile a minute, and so nervous she seemed to jump at the smallest sound. Suffice it to say, she was having a hard time finding her little sisters, not even bothering to ask for help or call out their names, what with being so busy avoiding the painted fools walking to and fro, not a single one giving her so much as the time of day.
Indeed, Zoey had been so preoccupied avoiding the clowns dancing along the sideshows that she didn't even notice she was leaving the main circuit of the carnival until the crowd began dying down around her. By the time she felt her heart stop racing, she was on the very outskirts of the carnival, home to only a few sideshows here and there, most of which appeared decrepit and poorly maintained.
"Hey there, little lady, you look like you could use some help."
Still a little jumpy from the ubiquitous presence of the clowns all throughout the grounds, Zoey started with a fright at the sound of someone speaking to her, but quickly managed to compose herself. Brushing some of her brown hair back behind her ear, the girl turned to address the speaker…
…only to find herself look at yet another goddamn clown.
Unlike the other clowns roaming the carnival, however, the man Zoey now stood before clearly didn't take his job too seriously, and was really only a clown in the loosest sense of the word; his face was painted white and red and he had a red ball for a nose, but that's where the features of a fool ended. Rather than being dressed in garish colors or a billowy jumpsuit, the man wore a pair of baggy overalls what looked like a plain black sweater. His dyed red hair, slick and greasy, was pulled back into a mullet, but the smile on his face was friendly, even charming.
Nonetheless, Zoey's first instinct was to turn and run, her manners – and her sisters – be damned. But she was eighteen now, she reminded herself, an adult, and so it was time for her to start acting like an adult.
Besides, she tried to reassure herself, this guys is probably the least threatening clown ever. What's to be afraid of?
"H-Hello?" she finally asked, trying to smile a little as she addressed the man. "Were you speaking to me?"
"Not many other folk 'round here to talk to, are there?" the man replied conversationally, his smile growing more confident and more charming as he began to notice the girl's unease. "Saw you wandering around, lookin' lost, thought you might need some help. The name's Carny."
At that, Zoey smiled, despite herself. "Wow, Carny, your parents must have had some insight."
"What can I say? It's a living," Carny responded, still as charming as ever, and the ease with which he spoke slowly began to put Zoey's mind at ease. "And you are?"
"Zoey."
"Pleased to meet ya, Zoey," Carny said, nodding respectfully. "Now then, like I said, you look like you're in a pickle of some kind. Any chance ol' Carny can be of assistance?"
"Well…maybe," Zoey admitted after a second's hesitation. "I'm looking for my little sisters. They ran off and I can't seem to find them."
"Precocious little scamps, huh?" Carny asked, laughing a little even before Zoey could answer. "Yeah, I know how that can be. Got a pair of brothers, myself, bat-shit insane, the both of them. Still, can't complain too much, considerin' I'd be outta work without 'em."
With that, Carny gestured to the structure behind him, which Zoey had barely even registered was there. It was a sizable but easily collapsible building reminiscent of a 'house of mirrors," with a thick exterior and no doubt thin walls within that could be easily taken apart and reassembled whenever the carnival moved on. Flashing lights directed attention to the title of the sideshow directly above the entryway: "TWO FOR ONE: THE ARNIE AND BARNEY CLOWN SHOW!"
"Arnie and Barney…?" Zoey asked, raising an eyebrow a little despite herself as she read the title of the act. "I don't suppose you have another brother named 'Darney?'"
"Not as such," the man replied with a polite chuckle, having almost certainly heard that particular joke a thousand times already. "Arnie and Barney are twins, believe it or not. Me, I'm the odd man out, but that's okay. Ma and Pa always did say they only shared one brain between the two of them."
Zoey laughed at that, surprising even herself. "My parents say the same thing about my sisters. They're twins, too."
"No foolin'!" Carny chuckled. He scrunched his face up a little, then, as though trying to remember something. "Now, you say your sisters are twins? Well, I think you might just be luck. Just so happens I admitted two girls in to see Arnie and Barney just ten minutes ago, and I could've sworn they was practically identical."
"Really?" Zoey asked, her eyes widening as she allowed herself to hope. "That must be Olivia and Isabella! I should have known those brats would go looking for a clown show. Would they still be in there?"
"Oh, sure, the show usually lasts about an hour, and I ain't seen anyone leave," Carny assured her, nodding all the while. "You wanna go on in and see if you can find 'em?"
"Yes, please," Zoey exclaimed, already fumbling for her wallet. She wasn't much looking forward to going into the mysterious sideshow – particularly considering there were a pair of clowns all but guaranteed to be performing within – but she had to find her sisters. "How much is admittance?"
"Ah, hell, for you, little lady, it's on the house," Carny told her, smiling in such a way that even the red ball he wore for a nose didn't hide the charm in his eyes. "And feel free to stay for the performance once you've found it. It's a hell of a show, I gotta tell you."
"Thank you so much!" Zoey replied, going so far as to lean up and kiss Carny on the cheek despite the paint covering his face as she made her way into the sideshow. "I owe you big!"
"Ah, shucks," Carny muttered, smiling goofily and rubbing the spot on his cheek where the teenager had kissed him. "Don't you worry, little lady, I'm sure you'll make it up to me somehow."
A moment later, Zoey was inside the structure, the door swung closed behind her, and all was quiet. Reaching over, Carny flipped a switch and then watched as the number of "satisfied customers" posted on the nearby board was updated from 26 to 27.
Inside, however, Zoey was feeling anything but satisfied.
Far from the colorful and garishly decorated performance hall the teenager had expected, the inside of the clown show was remarkably dark and poorly lit, with glowing red lightbulbs leading the way. Faded pictures of dancing clowns and balloon leaders covered the walls, the paint chipped and falling apart. Already regretting her decision, Zoey nonetheless carried on, using the strange red light to lead her further into the structure.
"Heeheeheeheehee…!"
Zoey froze in her tracks as he heard the eerie laughter fill the entryway, seemingly coming from every corner of the room at once. The laughter wasn't the cheerful chuckle or joyful jubilation she had come to expect from modern clowns, but a softer and subjectively creepier sound that sent shivers running down the teenager's spine.
"H-Hello?" she asked aloud, looking around even as she crept deeper into the darkness. "Olivia? Isabella? Are you there?"
"Heeheeheeheehee…!"
The only response Zoey received was more creepy laughter, this time so close that she yelped in surprise and began running towards the end of the hall. Upon reaching a faded and poorly-painted door, the girl quickly yanked it open and dashed inside, only to hear it slam shut unbidden behind her. It wasn't until she was in the center of the room that she realized she had made a dreadful mistake.
Mirrors. The room Zoey now found herself in the center of was a circular room with funhouse mirrors lining every inch of the walls, reflecting the teenager's image in a variety of strange and distorted shapes. The same red lightbulbs that lined the entryway illuminated the mirrored room as well, casting an eerie and frightening light upon the scene. Looking around, Zoey soon found herself disoriented by the combination of the distorted mirrors and the red light. To make matters worse, it wasn't long before she lost track of where she had entered the room, what with every wall covered in reflective glass.
What hell kind of show is this?
"Hello?" Zoey asked again, her voice quivering with barely contained fear as she slowly spun around in a circle, seeing nothing but distorted reflections of herself. "Is there anyone there? I think I'm lost!"
"Heeheeheeheehee…!"
Upon hearing the creepy laughter for a third time, now definitely in the room, Zoey's breath caught in her throat and her blood turned to ice in her veins. Despite her lifelong fear of clowns, she had never before felt such terrible and unremitting terror than at that moment, hearing the voice of the thing that scared her the most but still having no idea how far away it was or where it was coming from. Somehow, it seemed even more frightening to be able to hear the clown without seeing the clown.
A moment later, though, when Zoey finally did see the clown, her heart practically froze in her chest.
One moment, the teenager had been looking around at the distorted images of herself reflected in the funhouse mirrors lining every inch of the room. The next, she was no longer alone, and now something – someone – else appeared in the mirrors. It was, of course, a clown. But it was by far the most terrifying, frightening, and downright hellish clown Zoey had ever seen.
As Zoey stood there in the center of the room, frozen in place with tears already gleaming at the edges of her eyes, the most horrifying clown she had ever laid eyes on emerged from seemingly out of nowhere at all. Standing six feet tall and oddly proportioned, with muscular arms, stumpy legs, and a fat belly, the clown looked upon Zoey like a predator looking upon its prey, bloodshot eyes wide and painted mouth wide open to reveal yellowed teeth and a fat tongue lolling about, dripping drool all down its chin. Its hair was green and spiky, jutting out in every direction, with green lipstick and eyeliner to match, and an equally green nose.
Most notably, the monstrous clown was covered from head to toe in smeared white paint; literally head to toe for, as Zoey noted with both fear and disgust, the clown was entirely naked save for a pair of green gloves and some comically large green shoes, revealing absolutely everything else, including – and especially – the clown's massive, foot-long cock, already hard as a rock and throbbing with painful desire. If the clown's appearance hadn't already been enough to send a shuddering, full-body shiver of fear running down the teenager's spine, the sight of its fat, swollen cock sticking out lewdly certainly would have done the trick.
"No…" Zoey whispered despite herself, her lips quivering as she looked into the closest mirror, not even sure of where the clown was standing in relation to her. She knew what was about to happen, felt it in her heart and soul, and the realization was almost enough to break her spirit right then and there. "Please, god, no…!"
"Hee…hee…heeeeee…!"
The clown was upon her in an instant, obviously knowing the layout of the room much better than Zoey ever could, and she screamed and struggled the moment she felt its gloved hands upon her. The teenager lashed out at once, kicking and flailing in hopes of escape, all to the sound of demented laughter as the clown only continued to manhandle her. Her hands and feet struck the clown's fat stomach several times, but they seemed to have no effect whatsoever, not even slowing down the lunatic as it began tearing at her clothes.
Zoey's shirt was the first to be torn off, literally shredded apart as the clown ripped the damn article of clothing from the teenager's form. Her bra was next, yanked off with what seemed like superhuman strength, and Zoey screamed as she felt the clown immediately clamp its ragged jaw down on one of her plump breasts, its rotting teeth biting painfully hard as it sucked on her exposed and sensitive nipple.
"No, no, noooo…" Zoey muttered helplessly as she continued to struggle against the clown's assault, with no success. She shuddered in both fear and disgust as she felt the demented jester lick up and down her breasts like an animal, coating the perky mounds of flesh in drool and saliva. Whatever breast the clown wasn't sucking or nibbling on, it was groping and squeezing monstrously hard with one of its gloved hands, sending shocks of both frightful pain and bewildering pleasure surging through her nubile form.
The clown was like a beast or demon as it manhandled Zoey, grabbing and squeezing and licking whatever it felt as it pushed her against the closest of the mirrors, leaving her to writhe and squirm against her assailant as best she could. The clown licked up her neck, pulled on her nipples, scratched up her bare back, all of which to the sound of its demented laughter, loud and piercing, filling Zoey's mind and driving her mad.
"Heeheeheeheehee!"
By the time Zoey felt the clown reach up under the her denim skirt and tear away her panties, she was already sore and fatigued from her constant struggle, and so could do little else but cry out as she felt her assailant expose her to the world. Now grabbing at the teenager's bare ass and wildly tickling her slick cunt with gloved digits, as though trying and failing to finger her, the clown's laughter only grew louder and more demented still, until it was practically foaming at the mouth. Zoey, alas, could do nothing but cry in fear and sob in humiliation as she felt the clown push her miniskirt up around her waist, where it bunched up to better reveal exactly what the jester was looking for.
Zoey screamed when she felt the clown finally penetrate her, tears flowing from her eyes and her back arching painfully as the lunatic shoved its fat sausage up and into her all at once, pushing and pushing and pushing until its painted meat was buried to the hilt inside of the teenager. The girl could do nothing but squirm and writhe in agony and confusion as she felt the monstrously large cock stretch her insides as they had never before been stretched, with her cunt wrapped tightly around the clown's dick and the head of its shaft all but piercing her womb.
"Nuuuuuhuhuhuh…" Zoey gasped and groaned, struggling to catch her breath as she felt her bare back and naked ass pressed up against the funhouse mirror. Her legs were spread and quivering around the clown's waist as it impaled her on its cock, its grossly fat belly pressing up against her own nubile flesh. "Pluh, pluh, please…no more…"
Unfortunately, even if the demented clown understood what Zoey was saying, it didn't care in the least. Looking down at the gorgeous girl with bloodshot eyes that revealed nothing but madness within, the clown quickly and roughly began thrusting its cock in and out of its victim, plunging its fat meat deep inside the teenager with every thrust. Every movement sent its painted balls slapping against Zoey's sensitive cunt, stretched as it was around the clown's abnormally thick penis, causing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh to echo throughout the room, mixing with the lunatic's demented laughter.
"Heeheehahaha…!"
Indeed, the clown's laughter seemed to grow louder and even more demented as it began pounding its victim, pressing Zoey against the funhouse mirror as it slammed into her again and again, roughly and painfully, with little rhythm and with no regard to anything but its own sick pleasure. It gripped the girl's bountiful ass tightly as it drove itself in and out of her, watching with delight as her plump breasts bounced up and down beautifully in time with its monstrous thrusts. Flesh against flesh, man against girl, it pushed and pulled and rammed and slammed, drooling and giggling uncontrollably as it claimed its prize.
Zoey, on the other hand, was barely hanging onto consciousness as she felt the clown literally fuck her into submission, its fat and muscular body all but overpowering her much tinier form. She could feel the lunatic's gloved hand on her ass, her back against the glass of the mirror, her own form quivering and shaking. Most of all, though, she felt the stabbing pain of being brutalized by a monster with the cock of a horse as it drove itself into her again and again and again, stretching her poor pussy wide open and thrusting deeper and deeper into her body each and every time.
"Guh! Guh! Nugh! Nuuuughn!" Zoey groaned and moaned as she felt herself being taken in every way, tears still streaming down her face even as her breasts bounced up and down as though in terrible delight. The clown was fucking her so hard that she could do little else but wrap her shaking legs around its waist to better keep herself upright, leaving her arms to dangle uselessly as she was pounded into the wall. "Uhnnnnn…!"
"Hahahahahaha!" the clown laughed on, leaning down and licking up Zoey's neck as it continued to fuck the living daylights out of her, causing the poor girl to shudder and whimper in response, unable to do anything else. Lines of drool dripped from the lunatic's gaping mouth as it licked up and down, splattering onto Zoey's tan skin, already slick with sweat.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
The sound of flesh slapping against slap grew louder and louder as the clown doubled its efforts, slamming into Zoey harder and faster, sawing its painted meat in and out of her quivering cunt like it owned her. Its fat belly rippled and shook as it tightened its grip on the teenager's ass, all but prying her buttocks apart as it felt her writhe and squirm against it.
Despite everything, Zoey was shocked to find she was doing her best to buck her hips in time with the clown's thrusts as it brutally raped her, as though her body was responding in ways her mind absolutely could not. True, there were bursts of pleasure along with every stab of pain she felt when the clown buried itself balls-deep in her young cunt, but they were outweighed by the sheer humiliation and fear Zoey felt as she closed her eyes and tried to wish everything away. She was doing little more than adapting, she told herself, and there was no way she could possibly be enjoying what was happening to her.
It can't get any worse, she thought to herself the longer it went on and on, her lithe form all but limp as the clown relentlessly fucked her against the funhouse mirror. There's no way it can get any worse…
But, of course, it got worse.
"Hoohoohoohoohoo…!"
Zoey had no idea how long the green-haired clown had been brutalizing her before she opened her eyes to see the only thing in the world that could have possibly scared her even more: a second clown. Emerging from out of the darkness as seamlessly as the first, the second clown was identical in almost every single way, from the stubby legs to the muscular arms, from the fat belly to the look of madness in its eyes. Painted white from head to toe, with a thick cock already swollen and begging for attention. The only notable difference was that the second clown's hair was bright blue, in contrast to the green of the first clown, as were its gloves, shoes, and makeup.
For a moment, Zoey was actually afraid the first clown had fucked her so hard that she was seeing double, and it wasn't until it stopped mindlessly thrusting into her aching cunt for the first time since it penetrated her that she had a chance to put two and two together.
Arnie…and Barney. Two for one.
Brothers.
Twin brothers.
"F-Fuck…" Zoey whimpered weakly as realization dawned upon her and her heart sank into her stomach for the second time that evening. Her entire body was already sore, her girlish pussy aching from the size and ferocity of the cock plunging in and out of it, and the thought of being fucked a second time after the current clown finished was almost enough to drive her past the brink of madness herself.
Unfortunately for Zoey, however, Barney, the second clown, had no intention of waiting for his turn, and Arnie, the green-haired clown balls-deep inside her and currently drooling all over her plump tits, was more than willing to share.
"H-Huh!" Zoey gasped as she felt Arnie's gloved hands shift down from her rounded buttocks and instead take hold of her thighs, shifting her forward somewhat so she was practically leaning against the demented freak as he pulled her away from the mirror, leaving it smeared with the sweat and heat of her tender ass. Instinctively, the teenager felt her previously limp arms grab hold of the clown, desperate to keep from falling, not yet realizing what Arnie was doing or why he was moving her away from the mirror.
Indeed, it wasn't until Barney, the clown with the blue hair, took hold of her tender ass and spread her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered asshole that she realized what the monster intended to do. By that point, of course, it was too late.
"NUUUHHH…!" Zoey cried out in protest as she felt Barney press the swollen head of his monster cock against her anus and then press forward, sliding inch by inch into her bowels and stretching her ass around his painted meat. Tears flowed freely from the teenager's eyes as she dug her finger into Arnie's shoulders and tightened her legs around his fat waist, far too exhausted to do anything but squirm and sob. "NUH, NUH, NOOO…!"
It did no good. Barney's only response to Zoey's weak attempts at struggle was to let out another demented laugh, eerily similar to that of his twin brother, but unique enough on its own that it sent yet another shiver running down the teenager's spine, even as her bowels were set aflame by the freakish shaft being pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. Even when the blue-haired clown had finally buried balls-deep in Zoey's adolescent body, the same as its brother, it brought no sense of relief, only the sickening sensation of her intestines being stretched wide open, its cock so far inside her that she felt like she was practically choking on it.
"Hoohoohoohoohoo!"
The two clowns began fucking her at seemingly the same time, picking up a rhythm the twin lunatics had no doubt developed and perfected over an entire career of depravity. Arnie slid his cock mostly out of Zoey, leaving the teenager shuddering and feeling strangely empty without the foot-long weapon buried in her cunt…and then slammed himself right back inside her, almost the entire way, piercing her womb and jackhammering into her cervix. At the same time as Arnie thrust back into Zoey, Barney began sliding out, pulling his thick cock as best he could out of the teenager's painfully tight ass until only the head of his painted meat was still buried in her asshole. When Arnie began withdrawing, Barney would then thrust back in, stretching Zoey's rectum as he brutally pushed himself back into her ass.
They went on like that, in and out, in and out, in and out. Arnie slid into Zoey's cunt as Barney pulled out of her ass, just for Arnie to slide back out and Barney to thrust back in. At no point did Zoey never have at least one cock in her, and the speed and ferocity at which she was being filled and emptied all at once made the poor girl sick to her stomach. She felt stuffed full and torn apart at the same time, her body shifting back and forth and her hips bucking lewdly as she fought to accommodate the fat strangers pushing and pulling themselves in and out of her lithe form.
"Heeheehahahaaaa!"
Arnie giggled madly, the green-haired clown still drooling all over the poor teenager wrapped around him as he drove himself in and out of her again and again. Even through his madness, he could savor the feel of the girl's inner walls tightening painfully around him as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. His gloved hands were still on her thighs, keeping her bare legs wrapped around him in order to keep her from falling over, though this was largely unnecessarily considering how tightly Zoey was pressed between he and his brother. Though her breasts were now largely pressed against his own painted chest, Arnie nonetheless enjoyed both the sight and sensation of her youthful mounds, even as he drooled all over them.
"Hoohoohahahaaaa!"
Barney, meanwhile, was far too busy going to town on Zoey's poor ass to pay even the slightest amount of attention to his brother or to the wellbeing of the girl he was currently sodomizing with all his might. The blue-haired clown's gloved hands alternated between the teenager's hips and shoulders as he sawed his painted meat in and out of her quivering asshole, burying inch after inch inside of her and relishing her warmth, youth, and tightness. Gripping her as he was and pressing his own belly against her bare back, Barney growled and giggled in unison as he felt his hips slap against her tender ass again and again, each and every time he drove himself into her adolescent bowels.
"UHN! UHN! NUH, NUH, NOOO…!"
And poor Zoey, of course, had no choice but to squirm and writhe and sob in between them, unable to do anything but take her brutalizing like a good girl, her nubile body covered in sweat and bruises and drool and bite marks as her captors groped and fondled and squeezed and licked whatever part of her they felt like. Even her screams and howls of pain began to fade as her voice gave out and she found her body shifting more and more into autopilot, doing its best to survive the brutal double-penetration the only way it knew how. With her quivering legs and limp arms wrapped around Arnie, and with her back supported by Barney's fat belly, there was nothing she could do but adapt as best she could.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Uhhnn…!" Zoey grunted and groaned weakly as she felt her hips back wildly in both directions, instinctively trying to take Arnie's cock deeper into her womb and Barney's meat deeper into her bowels. She arched her back and held on for dear life as Arnie stretched her little pussy and Barney tore apart her tightening ass, her entire body all but giving over to the pain and humiliation of being brutalized by the very things she feared most.
Fucking clowns.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
As the air was increasingly filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and man-meat slamming in and out of girl-hole, even the pain seemed to dull and fade away for Zoey, not entirely, but only enough that she found her mind wandering and journeying to dark places previously unexplored. As Arnie and Barney tore the teenager apart from the inside out, jackhammering their fat cocks in and out of her slick pussy and puckered asshole, the less and les Zoey felt, and the more and more she felt her own sanity receding into the darkness.
It was strange, she thought, wasn't it? To be afraid of clowns her entire life and yet here, now, in a carnival, in search of her sisters, to finally learn the true meaning of fear? It was almost as though she had known, deep inside her, that this moment was coming, and her mind had warned her and warned her repeatedly in hopes of avoiding such an outcome.
A fat lot of good that did her.
For all the warnings, for all the fear, Zoey had still agreed to come to the carnival with her sisters, hadn't she? She had listened to Carny, no less a clown himself with his facepaint and dyed red hair, hadn't she? She had known, deep down, that this was wrong – all of it – and still she had pushed past every warning, every omen, and thrown herself into the lion's den.
It was horrible. It was ironic.
It was…rather funny, once you thought about it.
"Heh…hehe…f-f-fuck…!"
The sardonic laugher bursting out of Zoey's mouth as her mind stumbled upon revelation after revelation surprised even herself, and it was with equal parts confusion and madness that the poor girl found herself laughing more and more as she felt Arnie and Barney fuck her closer and closer to insanity. Almost entirely limp, but still bucking her hips lewdly as her body tried its level best to accommodate the monstrosities slamming in and out of her girlish holes, Zoey couldn't help but giggle and chuckle and sometimes even bark with laughter.
"Ha! Hahaha! Haaaahahahaha!" Zoey laughed and laughed, giggling girlishly and then crying tears of both agony and ecstasy as she felt her mind being torn asunder in the same way Arnie and Barney were seemingly tearing apart her gorgeous body. "F-Fuck! Fucking…ha! Ha! Hahahaaaa…!"
Far from being unsettled by the fact their victim was beginning to laugh along with them, Arnie and Barney only seemed to be further encouraged by the sound of the girl's laughter, and soon their own was growing louder and more demented, as though fighting not to be outdone.
"Heeheehahahaaaa!" Arnie chuckled loudly, practically foaming at the mouth as he drooled all over Zoey's bouncing tits and slammed his monstrous cock balls-deep into her poor pink pussy again and again and again.
"Hoohoohahahaaaa!" Barney bellowed in return, tightening his grip on the teenager's hips and licking up and down her bare back as he drove himself deeper and harder into her youthful ass, slamming his hips against her bouncing buttocks
And Zoey laughed right along with them, bucking her hips lewdly and riding both cocks slamming inside her, desperate in every way to feel the seed of clowns filling her sore and tender holes, her body slick with sweat and her face damp with tears, wanting nothing more than to fall backwards into this void of madness and insanity and pure, unadulterated jubilation.
Finally, after all these years…she saw the funny side.
"Ugh, where could she be?" Olivia asked as she followed her twin sister past the crowds and sideshows and out towards the outskirts of the carnival. "We only ran off for like a second. She better not have left us here!"
"Oh, please, she's probably crying somewhere because of all the clowns," Isabella retorted, giggling a little even at the expense of her older sister. "What a baby! I mean, who's afraid of clowns?"
The two fourteen-year-olds had been looking for their older sister for some time now, going so far as to ask around if anyone had seen Zoey. It wasn't that they were concerned for her wellbeing or anything like that; but Zoey was their ride home, after all, and, besides, she was the one with all the money. The twins had always thought Zoey was a stick-in-the-mud, particularly with her irrational fear of clowns, and had even forced her to bring them to the carnival in no small part because they knew it would trigger her.
Unfortunately, it was getting dark, and it was evident the carnival was winding down for the night. With their faces painted and their stomachs full of hot dogs and funnel cakes, Olivia and Isabella now both wanted to head home, and they couldn't very well do that without their older sister, particularly considering she was the one with the license and the car keys. Having already searched the most populated areas of the carnival, the two were now looking for Zoey wherever they could in hopes of finally locating her.
"We're never going to find her," Olivia claimed, stomping at the ground angrily. "We don't even know where we are anymore! We should turn back."
Isabella shrugged, at a loss for answers herself. "Yeah, I guess. Stupid Zoey."
"Now, little ladies, did I hear you were lookin' for someone named Zoey?"
At the sound of a new voice, both Olivia and Isabella spun around to find themselves looking at a raggedy man dressed in baggy overalls with a painted face and dyed red hair. His smile was friendly, but there was nonetheless something off about him that put both girls on edge.
Maybe there was a reason Zoey was afraid of clowns after all.
"Sorry to surprise you, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," said the man, watching the two girls with building interest and putting just the right amount of charm into his words. "Zoey wouldn't happen to be your older sister, would she? Yellow shirt, jean skirt? Kinda jumpy? That her?"
"That's exactly her!" Olivia exclaimed, her eyes widening, unable to believe her luck. "You've seen her?"
"Sure did," the man told them, smiling himself as he watched both girls look at each other and then break out in big grins. "She was lookin' for you two, as a matter of fact."
"That's great! Can you tell us where she went?" Isabella asked, eager to find Zoey and get home before they found themselves in even greater trouble.
"Why, she went right back in here," indicated the man with the painted face, gesturing to the faded structure he was standing in front of. The girls frowned as they looked up and read the name of the attraction before exchanging looks of disbelief.
"Are you sure she went in there?" Olivia asked, frowning a little, as though in confusion. "Zoey's afraid of clowns. Why would she go in there?"
"Oh, who cares? Let's just go get her!" Isabella proclaimed, her patience at an end as she turned to address the man once again. "Is it okay if we run in just to grab our sister?"
The man smiled. "Well, entry is usually five bucks a pop, but considerin' you two seem like fine young ladies, I don't see the harm. Go on in, and tell 'em Carny sent ya."
"Thanks!" the twins exclaimed in unison, giggling as they ran past the man and straight into the structure. A moment later, the door swung closed – and locked – behind them, sealing their fate.
Carny watched the girls go with a smile and a shake of his head, knowing Arnie and Barney were sure to be pleased; hell, this time his brothers wouldn't even have to share like they had with the older sister! Congratulating himself on a job well done, Carny thus reached over and twice flipped the only working switch on his control panel.
A moment later, the number of "satisfied customers" increased to 29.