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You were walking through the streets of Derry, your wide hips swaying like a snake’s. How could anyone not admire such “angelic” beauty? You always greeted everyone with a bright “good morning” and a beautiful smile—one that hid filthy secrets. Who would ever guess that such a lovely young woman could be an entity?

Night was falling fast. The sun disappeared quickly, leaving the city to forget daylight, lit only by the moon and flickering old streetlights.

You sniffed the air, hoping to catch a strong, delicious energy. You didn’t want to waste time devouring random humans, but it was taking too long to find the perfect one. The city didn’t have many potent energies; most were weak and faint.

That frustrated you. Looks like you’d have to drain three humans… or maybe five. But it didn’t take long before your movements froze. Your eyes widened, nostrils flaring. You inhaled deeply and caught it—an intense energy coming from the forest. So powerful it made your mouth water and your body tremble with ecstasy.

“I need this,” you thought, your whole body shaking and tingling. Without hesitation, you plunged into the forest, moving fast. Anxiety raced through you; to cope, you bit your lips in agony.

As the scent grew stronger, you realized it was coming from Derry’s sewers. You stopped in front of that “door.” The drip of water was maddening; the smell of old iron mixed with the energy’s aroma. You almost hesitated—but your body screamed for it.

You crawled into the sewer, entering slowly, every inch of you buzzing with that massive energy. You took only a few steps before stopping to stare at the teenager in front of you: skinny, messy black hair, clothes slightly torn.

“Hi, sweetie.” You stepped closer, looking up at him through your lashes. Your voice, sweet like honey, could make any pubescent kid shiver. “Where are your friends?”

“I don’t have friends…” he confessed, tilting his head slightly to the side—an odd gesture that carried an air of terror. “I’m all alone… Wanna be my friend?”

“Sure…” You were holding back from devouring him right then, sucking every drop of his energy—but it didn’t last. Your hands grabbed his pale face and you pressed your soft lips against his dry ones. You injected all your venom into that kiss; your tongue found his while your curvaceous body pressed against him.

But something felt off. He was panting, yet he did nothing—like he was frozen. You pulled back, staring into those clear blue eyes that slowly started swirling with purple. The venom was in… so why wasn’t he reacting? No hand on your waist, no low moan… Something was wrong.

Confused, you stepped back, now watching him tremble. “Why isn’t it working?” The question hammered in your mind—until he smiled. A creepy, unnatural smile. Then it hit you: this wasn’t human. You should’ve known; it was obvious! But lust had blinded you.

The boy who’d seemed normal began to glitch. Skin tore, body jerked like it was being electrocuted, torn clothes reformed into a clown suit. Average height stretched into something tall—very tall. You jumped back in shock; the human disguise fell away in seconds like self-defense. Your tail lashed like a nervous jaguar’s.

“Oh oh oh! What do we have here?” The thing finally spoke. A clown. A fucking clown. The laugh came out ragged. He tilted his head as he slowly stepped toward you, hands moving in subtle, eerie ways. You backed away, terrified.

Right as you were about to run, the thing grabbed your long tail, squeezing and yanking you back. A pained moan escaped your sweet lips.

It spun you around and seized your throat, lifting you effortlessly. Your body shuddered—not from fear, but from excitement. The venom hit your skin; pain turned to arousal in seconds. You let out a suffering sigh.

The thing opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp, saliva-drenched teeth. It let out a ferocious growl. You closed your eyes, bracing for the worst… but nothing happened. Instead, it dropped you—your generous ass hitting the wet ground.

Your gaze snapped to the clown, who was now writhing as if in pain. He clutched his head, growling mixed with hoarse mutters.

“What… what did you do to me, you little demon bitch?!” he snarled. His eyes now glowed with lust. His body was probably tingling and burning like fire, arousal overwhelming him.

You could run. This was your chance! You glanced at the exit with hope—but you stayed frozen, as if glued in place. Your eyes fell back on the restless, growling clown.

You made the wrong decision… or maybe it wasn’t so bad. Your small hands touched his; he shuddered at the contact. His eyes widened in surprise, then fixed on you seriously, studying you.

“I-I can… I can help.” You noticed saliva dripping from your mouth—lots of it. Driven by impulse (or pure arousal), you devoured his reddened lips. You watched for his reaction—and to your surprise, the clown grabbed your throat, deepening the kiss. His saliva mixed with yours.

For a few seconds he panted; deep, guttural growls escaped his reddened lips. Gloved hands slid into your hair, gripping tight. You tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let you. The grip turned aggressive, lips forcing together. You moaned—soft and low, almost approving.

The kiss was messy, frantic, full of excitement—aggressive and dripping with lust. You tried to pull away again, but before you could, his hands became claws. They ripped your gray skin, making you shudder.

“Wait…” you gasped, thighs already soaked with arousal. You loved how aggressive he was.

“Shut up.” His voice came out as a ragged growl. You turned your face, trying to keep some composure. The clown didn’t like that attitude, but he had no time to argue—he needed your kisses. He was suffering from so much arousal. His pointed nose buried in your neck, inhaling deeply.

Your scent was sweet, overflowing with lust. The hint of fear only made it more delicious. Your skin burned like fire. He drooled, sniffing and biting. He didn’t even recognize himself anymore.

“I have something b-better for you…” Your legs trembled from his sheer brutality. You’d never been desired like this. He just muttered a distracted “what,” barely caring about your words.

“Your pain will ease if you fuck me… In exchange, I want your energy…” You rose onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, words sweet and tempting. He pulled back to look at you, thick saliva dripping from his lips. He’d probably sucked some of you with it; your neck was likely covered in drool. And that only turned you on more.

“I’m gonna break you, little demon bitch. You’re so small and stinky!” He lied—badly. Just seconds earlier he’d been buried in your neck, growling with lust. You laughed at the weak insult and obvious lie.

“Then break me… Devour me.” You leaned toward Pennywise’s face. He didn’t pull away—in fact, he moved closer. Lips brushed again in wet kisses that didn’t last long; he grabbed your hair and yanked you back.

“Then take it.” He growled. In seconds he flipped you face-down. Your chest slammed against the wall, making you grunt. Claws shredded your short dress, leaving you in only lace panties—already drenched, desperate for attention.

You wiggled your hips teasingly and let out a little giggle. You were playing with danger—and it only made you wetter.

He laughed and slid your panties aside “carefully,” exposing your soaked lips and swollen clit. Sticky fluid dripped from your tight entrance. He stared for a long moment, toying with you.

You waited anxiously. He knew it. Your emotions were flooding the area, suffocating the clown. You felt claws dig into your ass cheeks, scratching, black blood trickling.

“Ah… fuck…” you stammered through moans, feeling his fingers glide over your lips, always teasing your entrance. “Please…”

He laughed at your small plea—a mocking laugh. Then he pulled his hand away. You looked back and saw him crouched in front of your intimacy. He buried his nose, sniffing and licking—careful with the sharp teeth… but not too careful, since pain turned you on.

He licked, sniffed, sucked, shoved his long tongue inside you, making you shudder. In all your existence, you’d never felt like this. It was like the first time.

“Ah, shit…” You clenched your fist; legs shaky, loud moans mixed with curses. You glanced back at him again. The clown did everything while staring at you, purple eyes glowing, studying every emotion.

He didn’t let you come—pulled away, leaving you whimpering in disappointment. And again that mocking laugh. But the disappointment vanished when you felt something press against your entrance.

You looked at the clown standing now. There was an opening in his pants, revealing what looked like a tentacle: pale pink, veined with orange, a small slit at the tip dripping sticky orange fluid. It was horrifyingly huge—thick, long, ridged with veins. Your eyes widened. Maybe fear. Definitely fear.

And he noticed.

“Better spread those legs wide, little devil.” But you did the opposite: you pushed him away with your hand. No way you could take that! He could’ve made it average—or even small—but he made it massive on purpose. He wanted you to struggle, to suffer under his brutality.

He didn’t like your resistance. He grabbed your tail like a handle, yanking your ass back toward the tentacle. You shuddered.

“Spread your legs!” A sharp slap cracked across your ass. You almost screamed from the impact. The shock was huge and painful. Your wide eyes darted to his; you nearly cried.

“Come on, doll. You asked for it—so take it.” He positioned himself and forced his way in. With great difficulty he entered; your walls clenched hard around him. With every inch your legs buckled. Luckily you didn’t fall—the thing’s claws held you tight.

“Ah fuck! Please… slow down, it hurts!” you whimpered. Even though pain mixed with pleasure, you still felt real discomfort—it took time for pleasure to take over.

“I know.” He growled. He squeezed your tail to help thrust deeper. Your slickness eased the way. When he finally filled you completely, a small bulge appeared in your belly. Your eyes watered; tiny tears fell.

Your pussy throbbed, wetter than ever. Your chest heaved, struggling for air.

“Having trouble?” he taunted, starting to move. He gave you no time to adjust to his grotesque size. You moaned in pain. His hips slammed hard against your raised ass. Each thrust drew a loud cry.

You felt drops of saliva fall on your back but didn’t care. Your brain was short-circuiting; you felt like you might pass out.

“You fucking clown bastard!” you cried loudly when he slapped your ass harder. Your legs were no longer steady on the ground. The clown gripped your hips with both claws like you weighed nothing. Low growls escaped his reddened lips.

“Pennywise! If you’re gonna moan, moan my name.” You barely understood what he said. Your eyes stayed closed; only your lips parted, constantly letting out high, sweet moans.

The penetration was brutal and violent. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore—just braced against the wall. Your tail thrashed nervously, sometimes hitting Pennywise’s face, making him grumble. You don’t know exactly how long it lasted, but it hurt. You managed to drain a good amount of energy—but he, who should’ve been tired, seemed even more eager. And you? You were wrecked.

Your hair was a mess, shoulders marked with his bites, saliva dripping down your back. Your pussy was red and raw from the brutality. You only had strength left to moan and beg.

“Enough… Pennywise! Ahh…” You came multiple times and were exhausted. The wet squelching of your pussy scrambled your thoughts.

“It ends when I say so!” he growled, slamming one final deep thrust and ejaculating inside you. Your orgasm mixed with his. The place reeked of filthy sex. You panted, unable to open your eyes. You needed at least a minute to recover.

You took a deep breath, struggling to pull yourself together. But it wasn’t over. He kept thrusting hard, abusing your sensitive intimacy. You whimpered, exhausted. He gave you no time to breathe. You tried to push him away, but he pinned your hand, forcing deeper. He growled loudly, pressing his chest to your back, sniffing your sweet scent again. You were drained, legs shaking. He forced you to stay upright, gripping your hips and guiding your movements.

Wet slapping sounds echoed from your entrance. You simply surrendered—no strength to flee or fight. He abused you, reveling in your pain, your suffering, your struggle to endure such brutality.

It didn’t end anytime soon… and he probably had a new obsession now.

Your night was going great. Low and calm music, the smell of a perfumed and organized house. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but you didn’t care much. Your dad would only arrive the next day, always caring only about work. It wasn’t something that affected you much; he had always been like that since you were little. The only thing that really bothered you was not having many friends, and your only best friend had simply forgotten you existed — well, that’s what you thought.

Stuart, your ex-best friend. You had been friends since first grade. Maybe you had even started to like him. But he was always playful and teased you, sometimes flirting “as a joke.” Deep down, you liked him, though you never really caught his attention. Or so you thought.

You were singing in the kitchen while swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music. Your food smelled amazing, and your stomach growled at the delicious aroma. So you reached over to turn off the stove — the food was ready. You moved to the cabinet to grab a plate. Then a sound of something breaking caught your attention. You turned to figure out where the noise came from, your eyes scanning the entire room. Your skin prickled and you got nervous, anxiety hitting you hard.

“Hello?...” you whispered, gripping the plate tightly. The silence sent shivers of fear down your spine.

Then a black shadow began to move. You trembled. The shadow was like a ghost slowly coming toward you, and in its hand was a dagger. He tilted his head, staring at you. Your legs shook, your heart pounding so hard it hurt your chest. And in seconds he lunged at you, the knife raised to strike. A scream tore from your lips, ripping through your throat. You threw the plate at him, shattering it against his head. Your legs moved fast. You ran to the door, flung it open, and bolted out as fast as you could. You kept glancing back, seeing that he was following you. Your bare feet burned on the ground, but you didn’t stop.

You noticed that Stu’s house had the lights on. He was your only salvation. You ran to his door, banging on it hard while screaming his name. The killer was getting closer, and just as he was about to lunge at you, the door opened, causing your body to collapse onto the floor. You groaned in pain but quickly got up, terrified. Your eyes scanned Stu, who was wearing loose pajamas. He stared at you.

“S-Stuart! T-the killer!” You pointed at the door, watching him look toward it.

“There’s no one here, doll.” He closed the door and turned his gaze back to you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your eyes wide and frightened like a scared little lamb. You were perfect, and he loved every single feature of yours.

“I swear! He tried to attack me, we need to call the police!” You walked to the window, leaning your body to look outside. There really was no one there. Stu probably thought you were crazy now. As soon as you turned around, you noticed Stu’s eyes on your body. You blushed. That’s when you remembered: you were wearing a very… sensual pajama.

Loose cropped top with thin straps. It had a little blue teddy bear print on the front. It also showed your stomach and waist. And to make it better—or worse—a very short pair of shorts that showed off your entire thighs and a bit of your ass. He noticed your red face and how you shyly covered your stomach.

“You need a glass of water… Go to the kitchen, I’ll call the cops.” He said, walking past you toward the table with the phone. You did as he said and headed to the kitchen, feeling Stu’s burning gaze on your body.

After grabbing a glass of water, you drank it, trying to recover from the scare. Your heart was still racing furiously, like it was about to jump out of your mouth. You closed your eyes, trying to calm down, breathing deeply.

The sound of a chair dragging caught your attention. You looked back and saw Stu holding a bowl full of juicy, bright red strawberries. You salivated. You loved strawberries—it was your favorite fruit. You could eat them without worrying about tomorrow or getting a stomachache. He popped one into his mouth, savoring it, almost teasing you. He took another one, pointing it at you, signaling for you to eat it. Without thinking twice, you reached for it with your fingers. Just as you were about to grab it, he pulled it away with a mischievous smile.

You laughed at his game and tried again, but you ended up falling onto his lap when he pushed the strawberry messily against your face. You felt something poking your ass. Your face turned even redder.

“What are you doing?...” you asked. He just smiled and brought the strawberry to your lips. You tried to take it, but he wouldn’t let you. He wanted to feed it to you. Your eyes locked on his before you opened your mouth and took a bite. And god, it was delicious—tart and sweet. You almost moaned in approval.

“Seeing you like this… drives me crazy.” He sighed, watching you savor the strawberry. You were so focused on eating it that you forgot you were sitting on your old best friend. His hands rested on your hips, sliding down to your ass. He slipped his hand under the thin fabric. He laughed wickedly: you weren’t wearing panties.

When you finished all the strawberries, you whimpered. You wanted more. They were incredible. He took the bowl from your hands and set it on the table beside him. Then he realized how intimate you were—too close, pressing too much.

“How are you feeling, doll?” He squeezed your ass, making you arch. A sigh escaped your lips. A warm sensation dripped down your thighs. You got aroused just from him squeezing you. Your body felt too hot, and everything around you seemed to blur. You moaned, feeling a throbbing between your legs. You lowered your head, embarrassed.

“My body…” You groaned, squeezing your thighs together. Your eyes squeezed shut when he massaged your ass. You became breathless and wet. A moan tore from your throat when he gave you a sharp slap—a hard smack that echoed through the kitchen. You buried your face in Stu’s exposed neck, inhaling his strong scent. Your legs trembled, and heat spread through your thighs.

“It’s hot here…” you groaned, your mind getting foggy. Everything was too messed up.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot…” he panted while grinding against you. His hands squeezed your ass hard, nails scratching the sensitive skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting. You started grinding against the erection in his pants. He groaned low, feeling your ass press against his hard-on.

“Ahw~ Stuart…” you moaned into his neck. Your eyes were half-open, a few tears slipping out. Your body ached with painful throbbing. You pulled back a little and braced yourself on Stu’s knee, grinding faster. His rough moans drove you insane. You had dreamed of this so much, and now it was happening. He bit his lip, gripping you tighter.

“I want to fuck you… Right now.” In one quick motion, he lifted you slightly. With his other hand, he pulled down his pants. His erect cock sprang free, big and thick. Pre-cum dripped along his length. You salivated, eager to feel him.

Your shorts were loose, so there was no need to take them off. He positioned himself between your legs, feeling your tight, wet entrance. It wasn’t hard to slide in. You took his entire length easily. He groaned low, feeling your walls clench around him. Your stomach showed a slight bulge. And when your ass finally met his hips, you let out a needy moan.

His cock pressed against your cervix, giving a pleasurable ache. He throbbed inside you. It felt incredibly good. Without delay, you started moving, lifting your body, sliding up and down his generous cock. He gripped your ass hard, helping you ride him. Your movements were slow and intense. Stuart groaned low. You looked at him: his face was flushed, and he never took his eyes off you. His gaze begged you to keep going. You never imagined seeing him like this—so… desperate for you.

“Stu… I want you.” You whispered, confessing your feelings, tears falling from arousal mixed with anxiety.

“You’ve always had me, my doll.” He leaned in, interlocking his lips with yours. The kiss was slow and wet. You brought your hand to his face, guiding the movements. Your leg tightened, feeling shocks between your thighs. “You’re mine.” He whispered between kisses. Small moans escaped your lips, mingling with his.

In one swift move, he grabbed your waist, lifted you, and set you on the table. You gasped as he hooked your leg over his shoulder. The view was perfect. Your dream was coming true. He fucked you with a perverted smile on his face, and you loved that smile.

“Ahw~ Stu…” You moaned, feeling your climax approaching. Your legs trembled as he sped up, getting rougher. His hips slammed hard against your ass. You choked on your own moans. You writhed as he hit your cervix. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

A loud moan burst from your sweet lips. Your body spasmed with your orgasm. Your head fell back, eyes squeezed shut. Stu gripped your waist, thrusting even harder. He groaned, feeling your walls clench around his cock. Your pussy became oversensitive after the climax. You trembled and cried beneath him. Your head spun, and you couldn’t think of anything except Stu’s delicious cock.

“I’ve a-always… wanted you, my sweet.” He panted low. His movements became sloppy. He was close to coming. You could tell. Your mouth hung open, chest heaving. The tension was thick. The kitchen smelled of sex, loud moans, wet slapping sounds coming from your pussy.

“F-fuck, it hurts…” You said, feeling discomfort between your legs. The drug’s effect was wearing off. Your pussy was too sensitive after the orgasm. Your walls squeezed Stu hard, as if trying to push him out. You hadn’t even recovered properly.

“Does it?... I know it does.” He smiled, licking his lips. A perverted grin spread across his face. Your awareness was returning. You shouldn’t be fucking him. He was your friend’s boyfriend. You hit his shoulder, trying to push him away.

“N-no, wait! We can’t.” You moaned when he slapped your face—a moderately hard slap. You stared at him, terrified. His hand slid to your throat, squeezing. You moaned softly.

“Shut that mouth, slut.” He smiled, watching you claw at his wrist, trying to pull him off. Your nails dug into his skin, drawing blood. He loved the burning sensation. You tried to close your legs, but he forced them apart, bringing his face close to yours. His hot breath hit your skin. “I’ve always liked you!! And you never gave a damn about me.”

“W-what— AHW! Fuck.” You screamed as he slammed his cock against your cervix. You could barely feel your legs anymore—they were trembling too much. The strength you had was fading. So you just gave in to his touch, to his brutality. Tears fell from your eyes as you hated yourself for enjoying it. His thumb slid over your lower lip, caressing it, feeling how soft it was.

“You… are perfect.” He whispered, before giving one final thrust. His thick cum spilled inside you. You felt nauseous, yet you loved the feeling of being filled. But it wasn’t over. He was still throbbing inside you. You moaned softly as he moved slowly, almost teasingly. His hand slid from your throat down to your breasts, squeezing lightly, playing with your nipple, then lower to your waist, gripping hard. His hand fit perfectly, like your curves were made for him.

“I-I can’t take anymore…” You groaned, feeling your walls heat up again. He lifted you easily, moved a few steps to the wall, and pressed your back against it. His large hand held your ass effortlessly. It felt like you weighed nothing.

“But we’re just getting started, my doll.” He smiled, licking the tears from your face. You realized he wasn’t normal—he seemed like a maniac. “I’m going to destroy you.”

“I-I… No! Ahw, God.” You clung to his neck, feeling him move again. Your face was buried in his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. Small kisses and bites marked your skin. You didn’t even notice you were tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to that area.

You don’t know exactly how it happened, but you simply surrendered to the moment. Your eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered. Your feelings were confused. The boy you had been so in love with was fucking you, but it wasn’t how you imagined—sweet, gentle. He was rough like an animal, starving. Even if you wanted to stop, he kept going, breaking your limits and ruining your sweet pussy.

When he finally came inside you again, your legs gave out. If he weren’t holding you, you would have collapsed. You hid your face in his neck, whimpering. He held you for a few seconds, stroking your ass cheeks.

“Don’t cry, it wasn’t that bad. I went easy on you.”

“L-liar…”

“I’m not lying, doll.”

“I hate you.”

“Now who’s the liar?” He laughed, then brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek. You stared into those wicked eyes—the eyes you used to adore, but now filled you with fear. He didn’t pull out of you. Instead, he hugged your body, panting.

The gloss slides over your lips, leaving them sticky and shiny. You loved your gloss. Seconds later, you put it back in your bag, adjusted your security uniform, and walked through the door of your boss Steve’s office. You always stopped by to see him before starting your night shift.

“Good evening, sir.” You smiled adorably. He was distracted with the phone but quickly hung up to give you his attention. He stood up with a small smile.

“Coffee?” he asked, pointing to the kettle. You accepted and sat in the chair. He hurriedly poured the coffee and handed you the cup. You smiled in thanks, your soft hands brushing against his as you took the cup.

“I just wanted to say good night and I’m off to work.” You pressed your lips to the cup, followed by Steve’s gaze, which seemed restless. Of course, your sweet scent drove him wild.

The sweet coffee slid down your throat. You looked at the bottom of the cup before finishing it all. Your eyes returned to your boss, who was staring—not at your eyes, but at your body. He looked thoughtful. You blushed. Maybe it was because you weren’t wearing a bra… All of them were dirty, but you thought he wouldn’t notice since it was nighttime. Except your boss’s office was very well-lit. How could you have forgotten that?

Your fingers moved to your hair and started twirling a strand, trying to hide the blush. You placed the cup on the table. His eyes, which had been on your shirt, returned to your face.

“So, thank you! I’m off now, the boys are waiting for me.” You said, standing up, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. Steve’s gaze darkened. He knew there were other men working there too, but why were they waiting for her? A flood of thoughts invaded his mind, one of them being that the men might be touching you, and that’s why you came without a bra. He clenched his fist, watching you leave the room.

He needed to do something about this. The jealousy made him want to kill anyone who looked at your marked nipples. If helooked, imagine the others? That made his head explode.

You rode your motorcycle to the pizzeria. Your eyes scanned the parking lot. Where were the other cars? You always arrived late and there were always your coworkers’ cars there. You didn’t pay much attention; it was cold at night, which made you hunch over and rush to the door. When you entered, you could warm up a bit. Your cold hands touched the door to close it. You walked a little, making noise with your heels.

“Guys?!” you called, heading to the camera room. You set your bag down, reapplied your gloss—your lips were getting dry—looked around before putting the tube away, turned on the cameras, and watched, hoping someone was with you. You didn’t like being alone in that place. It even felt like… there was something bad there.

You didn’t see anyone on the cameras, so you decided to look for them. You grabbed the flashlight that was on the table and walked through the corridors. No one. Where was everybody? Maybe they were still coming. You decided to go back to the camera room. Your boots made noise wherever you went. The very dark corridors gave you chills.

You sat in the creaky chair, staring at the cameras. Sleep was trying to defeat you, so you decided to grab your sketchbook and started doodling, sometimes drawing your kind boss. He was sweet to you, and every time you saw him or heard about him, your heart raced wildly. But he was much older than you. He deserved someone better, someone who could help him and who wasn’t as clumsy and scared as you.

Time passed slowly, it felt like an eternity, and no one had arrived yet… You let out a sigh, dropped your head forward onto the keyboard, pulled back, and rested your head on the desk, using your arms as a pillow. Your eyes closed and you fell asleep—something you shouldn’t have done.

Steve was with you, watching your serene face. “Sleeping on the job? That’s bad” he thought. His rough fingers touched your cheek, the touch light so as not to wake you. He admired you. From the moment he saw you, he realized how perfect you were, but also so fragile and sweet, like a bunny. He loved the idea of you looking like a little rabbit.

His hand slid to your nape and then down to your arched back. You moved, feeling the cold hand trying to invade your pants, but you didn’t wake up—you were too sleepy. He touched your buttocks and leaned in to kiss your cheek and then your sticky lips. He adored you, your small body and your pure innocence. The idea of seeing you cry turned him on.

“Bunny…” He kissed your lips again. This was making his body hot. You made him hard so easily. Just your scent made him shudder. He was obsessed with you…

“My little bunny.” His hand returned to your hair, grabbing a strand and smelling it. “So fragrant.” He wanted to devour you, throw your body on the floor and destroy your pussy, but he couldn’t yet. Not yet.

So he pulled away, missing your scent, your soft lips, and your warm body. But soon he would have you again.

You jumped out of the chair when you heard the alarm go off, along with children’s joyful screams. It was exactly six in the morning. You had slept the entire shift. How irresponsible. If your boss found out, he would kill you… or maybe not.

“Oh God! I can’t believe I fell asleep!” You stood up drowsily, eyes watering from sleep. You looked around and realized it was just you. Your coworkers really didn’t show up. Did Steve fire them? He would have warned you, wouldn’t he?

You needed to find out for sure. You went back to the boss’s office. As you walked, you yawned from sleepiness. You knocked on the door and were greeted by Steve’s voice. You pushed the door open and, as soon as you entered, you were met with your boss’s warm smile.

“Good morning, boss!” You sat down, smiling adorably. He smiled and stood up, going behind you. You heard the sound of coffee being poured. Minutes later, he appeared with a cup for you.

“A day is always good with great coffee!” He brought the cup closer, almost like an order. You took it and took a sip. The coffee was sweet, just the way you loved it! He sat in the chair, drinking his coffee and staring at you over his glasses.

“You know… I’ve always wondered why you’re not dating yet, such a beautiful young woman like you.” You almost choked. Steve noticed and laughed, placing the cup on the table. You smiled nervously, feeling your cheeks flush.

“Ah! W-well… It’s just that I… Like older men…” you admitted with a silly smile. Now Steve was the surprised one. He hadn’t expected that from you. He adjusted himself in the chair, paying more attention.

“Me too… I’m already liking someone…” you admitted, looking away, cheeks flushed and hands trembling. Were you really going to confess? Maybe it was the sleep, or you simply decided that now was the time.

“Is the coffee bad?” he pulled you out of your thoughts. What a random question. You frowned, confused. “You only drank a little…”

“Ah! No, it’s delicious.” You brought the cup to your lips again, now drinking all the coffee. But you noticed crystals at the bottom. It could be sugar, but they were too white.

“So… Who do you like? Bunny.” You didn’t notice he was staring at you. The nickname caught you by surprise. You noticed his voice in a malicious tone.

“I-I… Ah, my head…” You placed your hand on your forehead, feeling your vision blur, a certain dizziness. You tried to stand up, but felt your body weaken. The hand holding the cup dropped it, shattering the glass on the floor.

“You dropped it, bunny… Are you feeling okay?” You didn’t notice he was already by your side. His hand firmly held your chin, making you look into his dark eyes, shadowy like the night. You were too dizzy to process what he was saying.

“I… M-my head, s-sir…” You held his wrist, feeling the firmness of his grip become rougher. Your vision blurred, your body lost strength, your eyes forced themselves shut. The last thing you saw was Steve’s smile along with his low laugh. And then everything went dark. Your neurons shut down. Even unconscious, you felt him pick you up and probably put you in the car.

“My sweet…”

“…bunny…”

“Wake up, I know you’re awake.”

Your consciousness began to return. Your eyes opened slowly. Your head hurt as if you had a hangover, not to mention your extremely blurred vision. You heard a “finally” from him. A sigh escaped your lips when you managed to see who was in front of you: Steve. He stayed crouched to be at your height, eyes fixed on you, like a wolf about to devour its prey. When you tried to move your hand, you realized you were handcuffed. Your wrist stuck to the chair, feet together and tied. Your heart raced, your breathing caught.

“W-what’s happening?! Why am I here!?” You stammered, feeling his cold gaze pierce your soul. You recoiled when he raised his hand to touch your face. The rough hand touched your soft skin.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” His fingers slid to your lower lip, massaging the spot. And you hated yourself for liking it. A warmth emerged between your legs. You shuddered and shrank, cheeks red and hot.

“May I?” You widened your eyes at the malicious question. Even if you said no, he would force you. He would sink his lips into yours brutally. And maybe, if you irritated him, he could do something very bad. So it was better to cooperate. You nodded, seeing the sparkle in his eyes. He leaned in, bringing his face closer. His beard tickled you. The man’s lips touched yours in a slow and intense kiss. You almost forgot you had been kidnapped and were tied up. When you moved your hand to touch him, you felt the handcuffs hurting your wrist. You whimpered sadly.

“If I take them off, do you promise to stay?” He moved the kiss down to your neck. You gasped when he bit and licked. You couldn’t speak, only moaned in approval. He pulled away. When he stood up, your face flushed: his pants had a generous bulge. Your mouth almost watered. You bit your lower lip when he turned around. Only then did you realize you were in some kind of basement. The place was a bit dark, smelled of metal, had many tools—some strange ones. Despite everything, it was very clean.

The sound of keys snapped you out of your thoughts. He had a bunch of keys in his hand. He knelt again and turned his attention to the handcuffs.

Click.

They fell. Your wrist finally free. You massaged the red spot. Your legs were still tied, which frustrated you. But not for long, because he also started untying your feet.

“All done.” He said, throwing the rope away along with the handcuffs. Your eyes went down to Steve, who placed his hand on your exposed thigh. Oh damn. Now you noticed: you were wearing only a nightgown. He changed you? You felt embarrassed by that information.

A sigh escaped his lips as he squeezed your soft thigh. He slid up almost touching your forbidden area, which was very wet. He discovered it, since it was dripping down your thigh. He felt the hot liquid touch his finger. A small malicious smile appeared on his lips.

“Did you like being tied up, bunny?” He kissed your thighs, continuing to caress. You murmured something even you didn’t understand, too busy admiring your boss kneeling, kissing your thighs and delighting in the sensation on your soft skin.

He slowly lifted your thigh, placing it over his shoulder, and began to lick, almost reaching your wet intimacy, covered by thin panties. The fabric clung to your wet lips. He got even closer, smelling your sweet scent. He got even harder. His cock ached for attention.

“Ah, fuck…” he moaned in ecstasy, nails scratching your thigh. He wanted to eat you out, but the position didn’t help. He settled for the aroma of your pussy and your delicious thigh. You couldn’t take the teasing anymore, moaning needily, begging for his huge tongue.

“You need to stand up…” He said, biting your thigh and drawing a moan from you. You just nodded. You felt him pull away, but with his hand on your waist. He lifted you easily, making your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing. Your pussy touched his abdomen. You groaned. You needed him so badly. You dreamed of this every night, always satisfying yourself with your own small fingers, imagining that one day it could be him.

He carried you to a table, placing you down carefully. Your ass touched the cold wood, making your hairs stand on end. The hand that was on your waist slid up to your back, scratching. The other hand rose to your neck.

He leaned in, kissing you more roughly, wildly, hungrily. You moaned into the kiss, feeling him slide his hand to your thigh, going up to your panties. You ground against his finger, feeling him rub your clit.

“Ah… Sir…” You grabbed his hair, pressing your lips even harder. You lifted your leg to give him more access. He pulled back to see your sweaty and red face. He pulled your panties aside, showing how wet you were. You saw him pocket the piece. Pervert.

He lowered himself a bit to admire your pussy. You propped yourself on your elbows on the table, almost lying down. He pulled you closer to his face, salivating. He had wanted you for so long. Seeing you like this made his cock ache with pleasure. Then he licked your clit, tasting the sweet juice of your intimacy. You curled your toes, trembling. His hot tongue slid over all your lips. Small moans escaped you, your back arching with lust, your hips moving toward him, almost grinding on his face. And finally he started eating you out for real. A scream of pleasure left your lips. It felt so good!

You threw your head back and moaned loudly. Your thighs squeezed against him, almost suffocating him. Steve purred against your pussy. It was paradise being there. His other hand went down to his pants. Clumsily he opened the zipper, lowering his pants slightly. His underwear had drops of pre-cum. Finally he grabbed his cock and started masturbating while licking and sucking you. His movements were awkward. He didn’t know whether to focus on your pussy or on the throbbing cock in his hand. He started panting, losing rhythm and paying more attention to you. Pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

“Ah… Steve…” You moaned needily, closing your eyes. You were almost at climax. Your body shuddered. The urge to “pee” invaded you. Your moans became higher and louder. He knew you were close.

“Cum in your man’s mouth.” He whispered muffled, without taking his mouth off your intimacy. As if your body had heard, it obeyed. The orgasm spread into his mouth. You moaned even louder, back arching, saliva dripping from your open lips. You rolled your eyes, pressing your thighs. Steve almost passed out suffocated.

“Ah… My… God…” you whispered, trying to recover. You were exhausted. You relaxed your body, feeling Steve pull away between your legs. You noticed his trembling body, irregular breathing, messy and fogged-up glasses. He was red and sweaty.

“Ah, my bunny… You’re perfect.” He took your heel and kissed it. “Perfect only for me, and no one else. Mine. Only mine.”

He murmured while rubbing your leg against his face, making his glasses crooked. He was too breathless. It was obvious he was still hard. You moved your leg away, seeing him get confused. Then you grabbed his hips, pressing him against you. His erect member touched your intimacy, your wet lips drooling on his hard cock.

“I-I want…” you whispered, seeing him smile maliciously. He held his member, sliding it over your clit to the entrance, giving teasing strokes. Your juices coated his entire cock. You were too anxious, but nervous. When your eyes fell on his cock, you realized how big and thick it was.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum.” He pressed the tip against your entrance, making you moan in pain. It throbbed too much. He noticed your expression and leaned in, pressing his body against yours. Your breasts touched his dress shirt. His silhouette covered you completely. You hid your face in his neck, smelling the sweet strong perfume. He forced his way in, making your legs tremble. You couldn’t feel them anymore. When the thickness began to stretch you, you dug your nails into the shirt, but were disappointed. You wanted to feel his skin.

“Steve… Take it off.”

“Huh?... But I’m already halfway… And it feels so good—”

“The shirt… Take it off, please… I want to feel your body.”

“Ah!... I… I have scars on my body, my bunny. You won’t like it.”

“Take it off now! I want it, please. I’m dying of lust for you, and you think I’ll care about that? Damn it, take it off now!”

You growled, almost crying. He found it cute how you looked angry, brow furrowed while speaking and a small pout on your lips. He pulled away from your body and began unbuttoning his shirt. He really had weird scars, completely abnormal marks, they even looked like machine marks. But you didn’t care. You hugged his neck and finally touched his back. His chest pressed against you. His deliciously scented neck. This man made you moan just by seeing him like this.

“You’re perfect… My perfect bunny.” He kissed your ear and moaned softly as he forced himself in even deeper. Your nails dug into his skin, causing shivers in Steve. His hand squeezed your waist as if to break it. When he finally slammed his hips against you, he moaned softly, feeling filled.

He waited a bit for you to adjust. Soon he began to move. The wet sounds made you even more aroused. Steve moaned softly, releasing hoarse, low murmurs. His face was buried in your neck, smelling you. He loved your scent, especially now.

He made rough movements, hips slamming hard against you. Your body bounced with the impact. Your breasts rose and fell, beautiful and adorable. “Steve…” you moaned his name, making him even fiercer. His chest rose and fell, sometimes choking on his breath. You drove him crazy.

The movements became clumsy. His hand trembled squeezing you. The low moans became loud along with yours, hoarse and short. His teeth sank into your skin. You didn’t expect that. The bite wasn’t too hard, but it still hurt. Your nails scratched his skin, almost tearing it. He loved it. He loved you.

When he felt he was about to cum, he pulled out and ejaculated, dirtying your belly and breasts. You brought your fingers to the thick liquid, took some of his semen and brought it to your mouth, savoring the taste of your sweet boss.

“Very good… Again?” He massaged your thigh while catching his breath. You smiled and nodded.

A few days passed after the incident. You moved around the house nervously, always alert to anything. Now, every time you set foot outside, your body would burn. He watched you from afar, as if waiting for an opportunity to hunt you — some mistake. Your hunting was no longer the same: sometimes the fish jumped straight into your hand in a very indiscreet way. He was doing it. Your eyes always wandered around the place, but you never found him. Maybe you were just going crazy… or paranoid.

On a cold afternoon, you noticed the fridge was empty again. You needed to hunt — something you used to love so much had become a burden. Your fingers brushed the doorknob as you opened the door, which creaked loudly. The cold invaded your house, making you shiver. Damn, you almost moaned.

Your bare feet touched the wet grass. You walked quickly to the lake, always looking around. Unlike before, you didn’t feel the discomfort of being watched. In fact, you felt freer. So you let out the breath you were holding, your body relaxing. But the nervousness returned when you saw a man standing there, fishing. You hid your tail under the long dress — your ears were impossible to hide. Who was he? What was he doing there? You approached defensively, ears twitching alert to footsteps and sounds. He was in the lake, seemed serene and hadn’t heard you.

“H-hi…” you stammered, nervous. It had been so long since you interacted with people that you forgot how to communicate. Your heart started racing. You prayed he wouldn’t find your ears strange or try to do anything to you. All you wanted was to talk, to have someone to converse with.

He got startled by you, jumping and almost falling into the lake. He really had been distracted and hadn’t heard you approaching. His wide eyes calmed down, and a small smile appeared on his full lips.

“Hey, you scared me, kid.” He said playfully. An awkward smile appeared on your lips. You looked away, nervous. “I like the headband. It almost looks real. Very pretty.”

You tilted your head, confused, then remembered your ears. He thought it was a headband! Great, at least he didn’t suspect anything. You stayed still, as if waiting for him to leave so you could finally hunt. Your stomach growled loudly, and he heard it. A graceful laugh escaped his lips. You turned red with embarrassment.

“Did you come to fish too, little one?” he asked, pulling the fishing line. Next to him was a bucket almost full of fish. You salivated, and your stomach growled again. He looked at you and seemed thoughtful. His eyes fixed on yours. You were beautiful, like a cat. “How old are you? You look so young.”

“20 years old… Uh… Sir, could you give me some fish? Just one…” you said, pointing to the fish in the bucket. He seemed to think before doing anything, as if studying you.

He picked up the bucket and placed it in front of you, then smiled — a warm and very handsome smile.

“Help yourself. You need it more than I do. A little kitty like you can’t go hungry!” He winked, making you blush at the compliment. Your hands trembled. You looked at the bucket, taking two fish, but felt you should thank him. He had worked hard to catch the fish, and you were just going to take them? You approached him, smelling the woody scent, the perfume invading your nostrils. He glanced at you, confused. Then you placed a kiss on his cheek, feeling the warm skin touch your lips.

“Thank you, sir.” you said, red-faced. He just smiled and seemed flushed too. His eyes didn’t leave you, and that made you slightly nervous.

“My daughter would love you… You look like her mother,” he whispered, somewhat downcast. You were surprised and sad for him. You noticed his fallen, upset gaze. You could tell he loved her, and maybe he was only being kind because you resembled his deceased ex-wife. Feeling remorse, you hugged the big man, feeling his body tremble.

“I’m really sorry, sir.” The hug didn’t last long. You pulled away, feeling the sensation of being watched. Your ears twitched, picking up noises. He seemed confused by the sudden separation. Then your eyes fixed on the balloon that came out of the trees, floating to the lake and stopping right in front of the man. He’s here.

You stepped back even further, watching him stare at the balloon. His fingers moved to grab it. He examined it and then the balloon popped, making your fur stand on end. Danger. That screamed danger.

“I-I need to go… You too! And… I…” you started to back away, feeling your fingers tremble. Fear invaded your soul like a cold wind. Your breathing began to hitch. You got startled by the birds that flew out of the trees. When you looked at the man again, he was standing right in front of you, motionless, staring at you as if he knew your secret.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?” he laughed and touched your hair. The touch gave you chills. You noticed the distorted laugh, that strange smile. It wasn’t him.

You took a few steps back, stumbling. Your ass hit the grass. He laughed loudly and demonically. You got up running, without looking back, your feet hurting with the hurried steps. When you got home, you threw yourself inside, feeling your breathing catch. You closed the door and locked it.

You took a deep breath, staring at the door. You knew locking it wouldn’t help. He could grab you easily. A locked door wouldn’t stop him, but you wanted to feel at least a little safe.

When you calmed down, you walked slowly backward, never taking your eyes off the door. But you felt your back hit something — or someone. And you knew exactly who it was. A bit of saliva dripped from your lips, landing on your shoulder. You hadn’t done anything wrong! And you weren’t even in heat. What was he doing in your house? You turned slowly to face him over your lashes. His amber eyes glowed, and he remained serious.

“Why a-are you here?” your voice came out low, afraid of what he might do.

“I said I’d come back. I always come back. But it seems you already had company.” He approached, gripping your jaw firmly. Your eyes were wide, ears lowered in defense, tail flicking everywhere.

“I-I didn’t do anything.” you said, as if he needed an explanation. He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his.

“No? How ugly, lying, you filthy little kitty.” He slid his hand down to your neck, squeezing. You grabbed his wrist, claws digging into the fabric of his suit. Tears began to well up in your eyes.

“You kissed him.”

“It was just thanks!”

“NO IT WASN’T!” he growled, squeezing harder. Your claws pressed into your skin, tearing. Your lips parted searching for oxygen. “I could hear your heart racing like a lovesick teenager, and your face turned red, you…”

“You… are nothing… of mine!” you growled, scratching his skin.

“Oh-oh… No? You ungrateful bitch, you weren’t saying that when I was sucking you.”

“I-I was in heat…” You looked away, blushing. You were trying your best to forget it, because every time you remembered, your pussy throbbed.

“You didn’t say that.” He squeezed even harder. You forced your eyes shut, feeling thick tears fall. You heard a laugh coming from him. Your eyes opened and you realized he was drooling a lot. Before you could scream, he sank his teeth into your shoulder. You screamed in pain, the sharp teeth piercing like needles.

“FUCK!” You screamed, hitting his back. He sucked your blood, making you weaken. Your skin burned and throbbed. “S-stop…”

“You need severe punishment.” He licked your shoulder, moving up to your neck and then your cheek. Your eyes closed, expecting him to kill you, but you were surprised by his lips on yours — firm and rough. You were forced to open your mouth. Your lips got hurt by his sharp teeth. You hit his shoulder, feeling his tongue play with yours.

In defense, you bit. He grunted and pulled away. His tongue bled slowly, but soon regenerated. His mouth had a little blood, and his lower lip was hurt.

He liked what you did, giving you a perverse smile.

“Naughty little kitty.” He grabbed your wrist, throwing you onto the cold floor. Your hands hit the ground along with your knees. Before you could try to run, he gripped your scalp and pushed your head to the floor. You moaned in pain, feeling your forehead hurt. The hit was, in a way, painful and left you a little dizzy. You almost passed out.

“You will count every spank I give you. If you get them all right, I’ll stop. If you miss any, I’ll fuck your ass along with that pussy.”

“You damn— AHW!!” A loud smack landed on your ass, which was arched up. You whimpered, feeling the spot burn. His hand was big and covered your ass perfectly.

“Start counting, filthy kitty.” He laughed, hand still on your ass, pressing the spanked spot. You sighed, letting out a low whisper. “I can’t hear you. You can do better than that, can’t you?”

You mentally cursed him. Your face turned red with shame and anger. “One…”

“Good girl. Now… the rules: you can’t moan while I spank you, and no swearing. Just two rules. Not so hard, right? Huh?”

You didn’t want to answer, just glared at him angrily. He didn’t like it and gave you a harder spank than the previous one. You almost screamed, but bit your lower lip. The metallic taste invaded your tongue. Tears fell as your buttocks began to burn.

“I’m not hearing you…” His claws dug into your ass, making you widen your eyes. The pain mixed with the burn. You screamed loudly.

“TWO! Two!” He smiled victoriously. You didn’t have time to recover and another smack landed. You choked, feeling your legs tremble. You almost screamed, but bit your lips hard. “Th-three!”

Your voice came out breathless. You hated yourself for enjoying it. One side of your buttocks was red. You prayed he would stop or hit only the other side. You felt his hand slide to your panties, thumb rubbing your entrance.

“You’re such a slut. Enjoying the punishment? Your pussy is soaking wet! Filthy kitty.” He laughed playfully, continuing to slide his fingers until reaching your clit. You bit your lips, feeling the sensitive spot. You almost moaned, but you had to hold back.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment, but soon opened them in shock. Another smack, harder, rougher. You almost screamed — so close. Very close. He seemed to be provoking you to break the rules, but you had to stay strong.

“Four…” Your voice came out breathless, chest rising and falling, pupils dilated and tail moving slowly, sometimes hitting the clown’s face. He didn’t seem to mind. Then another smack.

“Five!” You clenched your fist, nervous. If it continued like this, you wouldn’t last long. Another loud smack. You sighed. Your skin was on fire.

“You’re doing well. Very well.” His hand rested on your ass. You looked at him, noticing his fixed gaze on you. Was it over? Finally over. You sighed in relief. “Did you like the punishment, filthy kitty?” he asked, stroking the spot.

“I— AHW!” A hard smack landed on your ass, interrupting your speech. It was clear: he wanted you to break a rule, and to make it worse, you helped. “F-fuck—” You put your hand over your mouth and heard him laugh.

“You broke both rules. What a shame.” He used his hands to squeeze your ass. You gasped, nervous.

“No! You cheated! I was going to speak, that’s not fair! You bastard!” You whimpered.

“I only asked a question. You’re the one who messed up. And three times, kitty. Now let’s get to the fun part.” He began to pull down your panties, which were wet — maybe from his drooling lips and your juices. His fingers caressed the sensitive lips. Your pussy drooled for attention. The clown began to stimulate your entrance, using just one finger. Your hole was still sore, hadn’t fully recovered. So you moaned softly, frowning.

He pulled his finger out and brought it to his lips. The finger was shiny and very wet. He sucked it, letting out some grunts.

“Very good. Delicious. Sweet like blood.” He licked his fingers, staring at you. Your face turned red at the scene. Your pussy pulsed even harder.

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling a light smack on your pussy. Your body trembled and you arched your ass even more. He laughed at your action, giving another smack. You screamed, clenching your fist.

“AHW!~ Sensitive… it’s s-sensitive…” you cried, feeling your clit throb with pain. You used your hand to protect the reddened vagina.

“Move your hand,” he ordered fiercely. Your hand trembled with fear, but you still didn’t move it — not out of defiance, but out of fear. After the serious look he gave you, you slowly moved your hand away, whimpering.

A sigh escaped your lips when you felt his hand grip your hip firmly. Your heart raced. You were nervous, but you also liked it. The silence was disturbing, especially when you were so exposed to him. A startled moan escaped your lips when you felt two things pressing against your vagina and your anus. You looked back, nervous. A huge smile was on his face, like a true maniac. He began to enter — thick and rough. You moaned loudly. Your legs trembled too much. Your belly created a bulge again. He entered slowly, making you swallow every monstrous inch.

“Urgh… Too tight,” he grumbled, scratching your ass. His saliva dripped from his mouth, landing on your anus. You weren’t sure if you felt disgust or got even more aroused. Your eyes closed, feeling the sweet sensation of being filled. You could cum right now after this. He began to move, rough and fast. His hips slammed hard into you, making your body shake with every brutal thrust. The tentacles moved inside you, and you felt them wet, as if they were your own lubricants. You began to moan with pleasure, feeling him pulse inside you.

It was fast and painfully good. Your eyes rolled back and you saw stars. It felt so good. At the same time you felt pain, an inexplicable pleasure expanded inside you. Your vision blurred. Your body gave signs that climax was near. Screams left your lips, and growls came from the clown. The room smelled of sex and cotton candy.

“Do you know what your punishment is? I’m going to knock you up.” Your eyes widened. You looked away, staring at him. A perverse smile was on his red lips. You couldn’t get pregnant by this creature. You’d die! The thing would eat you from the inside.

“N-no! Please, you can’t!” you said, feeling him press his entire tentacle member into you. The tip of the tentacle invaded your uterus. The pain made you curl up and moan. A demonic laugh came from him. Then the thick liquid came out, along with small crystalline balls — several balls, so small and shiny. You cried, feeling your belly swell even more. The sensation of being filled made you nauseous. You couldn’t believe it.

Finally he pulled out, letting the liquid drip from you, but your uterus was filled with him.

“Don’t worry. Maybe you won’t die. And even if you do, the thing wouldn’t survive anyway. Consider it a blessing, since I am a God!”

He whispered in your ear with a deep, hoarse voice, full of low, playful laughs. You just closed your eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the weight of the clown on your back. His laugh gave you chills.

“You don’t want this to happen again, do you? Then don’t talk, don’t look, don’t do anything else.” He gripped your jaw hard, almost breaking it. “Or I promise I’ll end you and eat your delicious flesh! He-he. And it would be a pleasure, darling.”

You stretched, feeling the sun rays bothering your vision. Your tail swayed subtly. The place was a mess: some sheets thrown on the floor along with pillows. When you finally gathered the courage to get up, you yawned and sat on the bed, slowly opening your eyes, still sleepy.

Your small feet touched the cold floor, making you shiver. You walked to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and took a long shower. When you finished, you put on a long dress that hid your tail, left the small bedroom and went to the kitchen. Your stomach growled. You needed to eat. You opened the fridge, but realized — as always — there was no food. You’d have to hunt — something you like, but also dislike. Just thinking about it already made you feel lazy.

You left the cabin, walking through the silent forest. You could only hear your own footsteps and birds flying. You walked freely and without fear; you had always lived there and nothing had ever happened to you… yet. When you reached the river, you salivated at the sight of fish swimming. Your bare feet entered the water, scaring the fish away. The water was cold, making your skin prickle. You crouched down and watched the fish, attentive and quiet like a jaguar. When you saw the opportunity, you grabbed one fish, quick and agile. One fish secured; you needed another for dinner.

You placed the fish on the green grass, far enough from the water so it wouldn’t jump back in. You got back into position, waiting. But your attention was stolen by a red balloon floating by. You watched it, ears perked and twitching. You heard no sound, so you thought it might belong to some child who lost it. You quickly turned your focus back to the river, but it was empty. No more fish.

You tilted your head, confused, ears twitching again. Something was wrong. Your intuition was screaming it. You stood up, leaving the river, feeling water droplets fall onto the grass. You grabbed the dead fish and left without looking back, walking in quick, nervous steps.

As soon as you entered the house, you locked the door, turned off the lights and sighed, peeking through the small gap in the window. Why was your heart beating so hard? Something was wrong, you could feel it. You went to the kitchen, placed the fish in the sink, never taking your eyes off the door. Too suspicious.

You fried and ate it, relieving your hunger. You spent the afternoon like that, but you reeked of fish and, even though you liked it, the smell had become unbearable. You headed to the bathroom for another shower.

As soon as you finished, you felt discomfort between your legs. You almost moaned when you felt your clit pulsing. Your skin, which had been cold from the water, began to heat up. Your thighs squeezed together, trying to ease the unbearable ache. You growled. You had completely forgotten that your heat was close. You threw yourself face-down on the bed, wearing only a bra and panties. Your ass lifted and your fingers slipped down to your soaked slit. A low moan escaped your pink lips.

One finger, then two. You were so wet that masturbating with just fingers felt pointless. You needed a toy. You stood up shakily and went to the dresser, but the vibrator wasn’t there. You rummaged through every corner of the room. You could swear it was in the drawer! Your eyes scanned the room trying to find the lost toy, but nothing.

Maybe you left it downstairs!

You turned toward the door and, just before opening it, your ear twitched. The sound of a door opening. Your heart raced, your hands trembled. Someone had entered your house! You needed to hide, to run! You rushed to the wardrobe.

But as soon as you opened it, a pair of gloved hands wrapped around your neck, fitting perfectly. The hand came from the darkness inside the wardrobe. You tried to break free, choking, your neck throbbing under the grotesque grip. Finally the thing revealed itself, stepping out of the wardrobe using the other hand.

It was a clown. He kept a smile on his face while choking you with his fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were running out of oxygen. He leaned closer, sniffing your skin.

“What a sweet little creature you are!” He tilted his head, staring at you. His orange eyes gleamed in that room.

You tried to scratch him with your nails, but it was useless. His height was intimidating. Your legs trembled just from being near that stature — perhaps also from arousal.

“D-don’t kill me! P-please… I-I—” Your voice came out broken, low and hoarse. He loved how you struggled and how loudly your heart was beating — he could hear it.

“Oh, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!” He mocked you, making a face. He released the grip brutally and threw your body onto the bed. You coughed, gasping for air. When you tried to get up, he grabbed your tail and you moaned in pain. A growl escaped your lips. Looking at the clown, you saw his attention on your tail. He thought it might be a costume, but it really came out of you. He squeezed lightly, curious. In defense, you scratched his face, tearing the pale skin.

It was your chance to escape, but a harsh tug on your hair came next. You moaned feeling your scalp being gripped tightly. He lifted you off the ground and growled fiercely. Tears fell from your face when you saw the torn skin.

“I haven’t even eaten you yet and you’re already crying?” He laughed mockingly. His voice came out like a growl, making your fur stand on end. Your tail moved nervously. Were you going to die? Was all your effort going to end here? With a cosmic clown?

You closed your eyes waiting for the worst, your body shaking and your skin growing hotter every second. A low laugh came from the clown before he threw your body onto the bed again. You jumped at the impact and looked at the thing, confused and terrified.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, or I’ll eat those pretty little eyes of yours.” You felt his hand slide along your thighs, too close to your forbidden area. A sigh escaped your lips.

Maybe you were releasing your hormones and that’s why he was smelling or touching you, but you didn’t care that much anymore. A very intimate touch made low moans leave you.

He slid his hand up to your ass, squeezing and groping. A loud smack echoed in the room — it would probably stay red for days. And then another. And another. Why was he spanking you? All you did was bury your face in the bed and muffle the moans mixed with cries of pain.

“N-no! Stop, it hurts.” You whimpered, placing your hand over the burning spot. You turned your face, staring at the thing behind you, which was drooling excessively. Droplets of saliva fell onto your ass and slid over your soaked panties.

“Hurts?” he asked, touching the sore spot. He was being sarcastic and sometimes squeezed the throbbing area, making you moan in pain. “I know it hurts, but you seem to like it, little creature.”

He slid his fingers down to your pussy covered by the drenched panties. A small slap landed there, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “Ahw! ~ Fuck! Mnhnn…” You muffled the moans against the sheets, feeling him stimulate your aching clit.

But you were confused. You thought he was going to kill you. Why was he touching you like that?

“W-why… You— Ahnw!~” You couldn’t finish. Another slap, harder. Even though it was wrong and completely abnormal, you arched your ass higher, showing that you liked it and wanted more of the clown’s attention.

“Stop questioning and just spread those legs wide for Pennywise.” He ordered, rubbing the panties against your clit in slow circular motions.

As commanded, you opened your legs wider, hearing him laugh and murmur a low “good girl”. Your thigh was dripping with your arousal mixed with Pennywise’s saliva. An anxious moan left your lips when you felt him pull your panties down, painfully slowly. He used both hands to spread your cheeks a little, to get a better view of your soaked intimacy. Your tail swayed side to side, anxious for what came next.

His thumb slid over your folds and then withdrew. You could hear him sucking his finger and muttering something, but you didn’t catch it clearly. Your attention now turned to the sudden breath against your intimacy. Your body trembled when he buried his nose between your lips and then licked. You gripped the sheets, feeling the arousal build with every lick. His tongue was long and hot, almost like a tentacle.

“So this is where that sweet smell comes from.” He growled low, licking and sniffing in a perverted way. You could feel your climax approaching. Your body spasmed and your leg trembled every second. Pennywise’s hands gripped your ass, squeezing. Your body jolted and a loud moan echoed in the room when Pennywise’s long tongue pushed inside your tight entrance. You writhed in pleasure, small tears falling.

“F-fuck! Awhn~” Muffled moans left your parted lips. Your walls clenched around his tongue, almost sucking it in, while he licked and explored every part of your hole. His mouth was completely smeared and sticky with your sweet juices.

It didn’t take long for you to reach orgasm. The hot, sticky liquid dripped from the clown’s reddened lips, and he sucked up every drop. He wouldn’t waste your sweet flow.

Your legs gave out and your body gave small shocks mixed with spasms. He caressed your swollen, over-sucked lips and then leaned close to your ear. His hot breath tickled.

“You’re a filthy little kitty. You came in my mouth! Do you like it when I do that? Huh?” He slid a long finger into your sensitive entrance. You shuddered, moaning softly. Your intimacy was sore and overly sensitive. Your walls squeezed his long fingers even tighter.

“S-slow down!” you hissed, feeling the movements inside you. His fingers hit your sweet spot, making your back arch. Your ass lifted higher and, on instinct, you tried to pull away from the rough fingers.

“No, no! Stay still, or I’ll eat your delicious flesh.” He growled, gripping your tail firmly. Your fur stood on end and you growled in pain.

“B-but—” You tried to speak, but moaned loudly when he thrust his fingers harder. The pain mixed with pleasure. If he kept going like this, you were going to come again.

“Filthy kitty, my filthy kitty! Now come on daddy’s fingers.” He growled, biting your shoulder. His sharp teeth pierced your soft skin. Blood ran down your back. You shrank in pain. You felt him lick your back and leave a few more bites, as if tasting the texture of your flesh.

He started moving his fingers faster, making wet noises. You bit the sheet, trying to endure the pain and pleasure, but you fell apart on his fingers. The second orgasm came even stronger, leaving you even more sensitive and exhausted. Your breathing was ragged. You tried to recover.

You felt him pull away and then approach your entrance again. He licked and sniffed. With every lick you whimpered. You were too sensitive. The exhaustion made you moan in pain. You had no strength left to process things properly. It felt like you were drugged.

“Good kitty, you did so well, very well.” He planted a little kiss on your extremely reddened ass. The touch of his wet lips made you sigh.

“Now I’m going to devour you.” His words hit like a gunshot. Your eyes widened and you looked at him over your shoulder. He was standing, seeming to stare at your clothes, but then his gaze shifted to you. Your fear made him salivate. His amber eyes gleamed. You felt something slide over your entrance — a thin, tentacular tip. Your eyes filled with tears. You had never had sex. This would be your first time. You were scared.

“N-no! Please! AH!!” You felt him slowly invade your entrance. The thin tip entered easily, but gradually the thicker structure pushed in. It felt like it would never stop. The tentacle moved inside you and created a bulge in your belly. You tried to push it out, but he pinned your hand behind your back.

“Come on, slut! You’re doing great. You’re sucking me in completely.” He growled, finally slamming his hips against your ass. His claws dug into your waist with a force that felt like it would break you. He used his hips to thrust, giving you no time to adjust.

Your walls clenched around his member, which pulsed inside you. Too thick, too big! You screamed in pain as he thrust hard. His hips slammed against your ass, making it bounce. Your body trembled and spasmed. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Your breathing caught with every thrust. Your moans came out loud and noisy. The bed creaked with every brutal slam.

“Ahw~ It hurts! Slow down… AH! Fuck, my b-belly!” You screamed, feeling him hit your womb.

Growls came from the clown’s lips. His red hair was messy. He seemed out of control. He used his claw to press your face into the bed, making your ass lift even higher. He grabbed your ass, squeezing hard, almost tearing the sensitive skin. He was feral, hurting you without mercy!

“Delicious. You’re a whole serving of treats, my filthy kitty.” He panted, feeling his member tighten inside you. His lips held a wicked smile. He watched you struggle to take his size. He loved seeing you wrecked and he knew you were enjoying it.

“What a delight to see you like this, so fucked out!” His hoarse voice tore through your thoughts. You didn’t know if you felt disgust or arousal. Your mind was racing. You couldn’t think straight. Pupils dilated, mouth parted, drool running from your lips.

“Ah, God…” You panted, frowning. Another climax was close. You were too tired. All you could do was moan and scream. Pennywise growled feeling your pussy clench around him. Third orgasm. He laughed playfully, watching you breathe deeply, eyes full of tears and body spasming.

After several hard, brutal thrusts, he paused for a few seconds, lodging the tip of the tentacle right against your womb. You were confused. You used your last strength to look at him over your shoulder. You saw him gripping your waist and staring at you. His amber eyes full of malice. A wide smile settled on his lips. What was he planning?

Then you felt him pulse. The tentacle throbbed like a heart. You realized: he was going to come inside your womb! You tried to push him away, but he laughed at your failed attempts. Then a thick liquid began to fill your uterus. You blushed feeling him fill you with his semen. A lot of semen. Your belly bulged. The semen leaked from your pussy. You cried feeling the hot liquid.

And then he pulled out, slowly and painfully. The semen dripped from your entrance. He could have chosen to pull out, but he preferred to fill you completely. You panted, feeling his gaze on your vagina.

“You bastard…” You closed your eyes, nauseous. Your stomach churned. How could he do this!

“What an ungrateful way to thank me for my gift.” He mocked and gave a hard slap to your ass cheek. You moaned in pain.

“I promise I’ll come back, filthy kitty. My filthy kitty.” He leaned in, grabbed your hair and planted a firm kiss — no romance, more like marking territory. “And only I get to do this. If I see you with another guy, I’ll kill you.”

Too sweet, too pretty. That was you, a ray of light in that pizzeria, helping the staff take care of the kids with an enchanting smile on your face, so beautiful and innocent that anyone would want to destroy you—including Steve… But who would’ve guessed? He’s so kind and sweet!

“Hehe! Hey! Calm down.” You teased the excited kids running around like little kittens. They held your soft hand and begged you to tell stories or join their games. You were their favorite, their little angel.

“You’re our mermaid!” one girl shouted while spinning around you, singing and giggling. You laughed and played along with the children, always drawing attention with your bright, adorable smile.

Always well-dressed and smelling amazing, you’re just too perfect—way too perfect for Steve, who watched you from the hallway. He could wrap his hand around your neck and snap it so easily. You looked like a doll, so beautiful and fragile. Too sweet for his poison.

You didn’t notice his stare. You were too distracted playing with the hyper kids. How could you not sense the danger right beside you?..

The hours flew by and you barely noticed. Only when some staff members were missing did it hit you. Where were the cleaners? You said goodbye to the kids and teens. The other employees were leaving, but a few were still unaccounted for. You had to close the pizzeria, so you decided to go look for them.

You didn’t scream—it wouldn’t help. The place is huge; by the time anyone heard you, it would be too late. You’d just waste your breath and end up hoarse. You were already lost. Had they already left? You hadn’t seen them since snack time… After wandering for hours, you went into the kitchen to get water. You were thirsty. You filled a glass and drank, lost in thought, not hearing the footsteps.

When you turned around, your boss was standing right in front of you. You almost screamed in fright. He looked startled by your presence. A tiny smile curved your lips, and just as you were about to speak, your eyes dropped to the knife in Steve’s hand.

The blade was dripping thick, sticky red drops—like blood—and his hand was stained too. Your body froze. Your hand shook so hard the glass slipped and shattered on the floor.

“W-what—” you stammered, stepping backward, heart pounding wildly. He stared at you seriously. The gentle look and sweet smile were gone. It was like looking at a completely different man.

“You shouldn’t be here… little bunny.” His words came out rough and raspy, almost like an insult. He was angry. Your breath caught, goosebumps rising all over. The man you admired so much was a killer.

Your instincts screamed at you to run, hide, escape! But your feet were glued to the floor in shock, hand trembling nonstop, anxiety kicking in hard. When he took a step closer, you backed up and hit your ass against the counter. His huge body intimidated you. His cold stare felt like the night outside. You had to get away.

The moment he lunged, you darted under his arms, almost falling. Your heels clacked loudly as you ran. Your heart stopped every time you heard his footsteps right behind you. In desperation, you grabbed a vase with a rose in it and hurled it at his head with all your strength. His forehead bled; he roared in pain and dropped the knife. That was your chance.

You reached the door, small hands grabbing the handle—but it was locked. Only you and Steve had keys, and the one you’d left in the door was gone. He’d locked you in with him. Your whole body shivered. The only option left was to hide and grab your bag from the game room—you’d left it there earlier while playing with the kids. It was your only shot, and hope was fading fast.

To move quietly, you kicked off your heels and tossed them down the hallway, then ran silently through the corridors. You were lost—you barely knew the place, and it was massive. You’d need a map to find the rooms you wanted, but now all you had was luck.

While running, you started feeling sick. You needed to catch your breath, so you hid in a room full of tables, crouched down, and peeked into the hallway. It was too quiet—unnervingly quiet. All you could hear was your racing heart. Fear of death pumped through your veins, making you cry. You covered your mouth to muffle the sobs, eyes blurry with tears falling like rain. You crept through the hallway, terrified by the eerie silence. You needed your bag. You needed your phone!

You crawled along the cold floor, tears dripping onto the hand pressed over your reddened lips. You tried to stay calm, but panic was eating you alive.

Even alone, you felt watched—and it was driving you insane. You kept glancing side to side in fear, body prickling as if you were exposed.

When you finally found the game room, hope flickered. You ran to the corner—there was a little table where lots of moms left their things. But you cried harder. Your bag wasn’t there. He’d taken it before you could. Of course—he knew this place like the back of his hand.

Then you heard footsteps—close. So close your stomach flipped. You ran for your life. Hands shaking, soft sobs escaping your lips, you slipped into a room, opened the door, crouched behind it, hugged your knees, and tried to control your breathing. You closed your eyes and prayed your mom would call the police to find you.

“Little bunny…” You heard Steve’s deep voice echoing down the hall. “I know you’re here… When I find you, I’m gonna split you open.”

That made you cry even harder, tears streaming like rivers, panic making your small body shake, hand soaked from so many tears.

“If you think your mom’s gonna call the cops, you’re wrong, my sweet girl. I told them you wanted to help your boss with the kids… and that you might be leaving really late. Too bad you’re never going home…” He laughed—a sick, diabolical laugh.

“I’ve always wanted to ruin you, little bunny.” He stepped into the room where you were hiding. You did everything to keep your sobs silent. The quiet hurt your body with agony. Your eyes stayed glued to the door, praying he wouldn’t find you.

“I love seeing you like this… fragile, scared…” His voice was closer now. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block him out, but your gut screamed to open them.

“You look so adorable like this.” His voice was right there. Slowly you opened your eyes, feeling watched. The door was still in place—but you still felt eyes on you. Your skin crawled. Something told you to look up.

There they were—his eyes and that crooked smile. It was over.

No escape left. You just stared at him, hoping for mercy. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut. Now you were completely trapped. No way out. No chance. Just you and your sweet boss. How could he be a murderer? How could the man who helped and welcomed you be a killer?

He grabbed you by the hair, making you whimper in pain. You tried to fight, to struggle, but it was useless. He was merciless—unlike you. He threw you to the floor; your body curled up, fear written all over your face. He smiled. He was turned on by all of this. His forehead was crusted with dried blood, and the metallic smell made you nauseous.

He knelt over you. You sobbed, too weak to fight anymore. It was over—you’d been caught. He lifted your legs, hooking them around his hips, expression cold and serious. Your vision blurred from crying so much.

“Let’s play a little game,” he said, pressing the knife to your throat. You froze, legs trembling. He leaned in, grinding his hips against you, his hard cock rubbing your panties.

“Please… d-don’t kill me,” you whimpered, fresh tears falling, the cold, bloody blade pressing into your skin. “I’ll do anything.”

“I’m not gonna kill you… yet. Cooperate with me, and I won’t.” He slid the knife down your chest, forcing it through the fabric of your dress, nearly slicing your skin. The center of your breasts was exposed.

“I’m gonna fuck you. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll cut your head off. Got it?” You nodded frantically—not caring about sleeping with your boss anymore. Anything was better than dying. But let’s be honest—who were you kidding? From the first day you saw him, something ignited inside you. You just always thought he was way too old for you, and you were just an inexperienced girl.

Steve started tearing your pretty dress apart, revealing your pink panties with the little bow. Lucky for him—you weren’t wearing a bra. He set the knife aside, leaned down, and licked your adorable breasts. You gasped. You shouldn’t be enjoying this—he was going to kill you! Why were you getting turned on? His beard tickled your soft skin; you trembled beneath him.

He licked and sucked, trailing kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck—sniffing, marking you with hickeys. Your hand gripped his strong arm; even trying to hold back, you let out approving moans. His other hand slid down, squeezing your hip, pressing your body against his. You felt the thick fabric of his pants grinding against your damp panties.

You shivered. He was rubbing himself on you in the most painfully good way. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to contain the arousal. It was wrong—but it felt so good.

He noticed you were into it and risked kissing you. His thin lips crashed against yours roughly, possessively. You moaned into the kiss, feeling forced. He slapped your face lightly to make you kiss back—and you did. He devoured your mouth like a starving animal, hands roaming every inch of your body as if claiming territory—squeezing, scratching. When he pulled away, your lips were slightly swollen, cheeks flushed.

You stared into those dangerous eyes full of malice. He gave a crooked smile and buried his face in your neck again, sniffing, beard grazing your skin, making you tremble. Soft, whiny moans escaped you. He trailed wet kisses down to your stomach, then to your soaked panties. He pressed his nose against them, inhaling like a perverted teenager. You moaned in surprise. He licked over the fabric, savoring your innocent taste.

“I could get addicted to you…” He hooked a finger under your panties, pushing them aside. His lips kissed and sucked your swollen clit; his hand gripped your thigh hard, making it spasm with every lick. Finally, his long tongue pushed inside you. You moaned loudly, grabbing his hair, forcing his face deeper. You rolled your hips against his mouth, arching your back.

“Awn, s-sir… Hmn~…” you whined needily, squeezing your thighs to keep him there.

He was amazing at it—his tongue exploring your walls. You bit your lip; it didn’t take long before you came undone in his mouth, screaming in pleasure, body spasming. He drank every drop, not wasting any. You breathed heavily, dizzy, brain not processing right. Steve pulled back and started unbuckling his pants. You watched nervously. When his thick, erect cock sprang free, you drew your legs up—it was huge. Your tiny entrance could never take that monster.

He laughed and forced your legs open again, ignoring your limits. “I promise it’ll feel good, little bunny.” He positioned himself, gripping your hips hard. His other hand guided his cock, forcing his way in. You whimpered at the discomfort between your legs. Your walls clenched around his pulsing length—it hurt, but being filled felt so good.

When he finally bottomed out, he groaned low. His hand squeezed your waist with bruising force, like he wanted to break you. You shivered as he started moving slowly—pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, making your bodies collide. You moaned loudly when he hit your cervix. His hands trembled; he thrust harder, hips slapping against your ass. You cried out, head thrown back.

He sped up, making you see stars. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure; your breasts bounced with each brutal thrust. Steve groaned low, watching you writhe. Tears fell from your eyes; sometimes you choked on your own moans. It was too much—you were probably going to come again.

You grabbed his forearm, nails digging in. “Ahw more! Please, Steve!” you screamed, climax so close, back arching in ecstasy, tiny muscle spasms everywhere. Steve watched hungrily—he loved seeing you like this, his little girl struggling with these overwhelming feelings.

He leaned down, burying his nose in your neck, sniffing and licking while letting out rough moans.

When you came again, your body went limp and exhausted. He kept pounding into you brutally; your walls squeezed him even tighter. You closed your eyes, crying. Your clit throbbed with every thrust. You wanted to rest so badly—but that would be selfish; only you had come so far.

He leaned in and licked your tears. You looked at his flushed, sweaty face—wasn’t he too old for this? You grabbed his shoulder as he pounded harder. He crashed his lips against yours, panting, tired, thrusts getting sloppy—he was close. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering in pain during the kiss. His lips desperately searched for yours; the kiss felt good, made you want more—but you whined when he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste mixed with saliva.

After a few clumsy thrusts, he finally came, filling you with his thick cum. He didn’t pull out right away—he stayed inside, catching his breath. For a man his age, he needed a few minutes to recover.

When he finally did, he looked at you with pure lust and satisfaction. He toyed with your nipple, then slowly pulled out, watching his cum leak thick from your reddened entrance.

His big body collapsed on top of yours, pinning you down. He grabbed your waist and buried his face in your neck, sniffing and biting.