#also eww

There must be something wrong with you. Maybe you’ve had your skull cracked open one too many times. Maybe it was the Entity that has driven you completely insane. Or, perhaps, you’ve been this way all along, and all it took was just the right amount of pushing at just the right time and place with the right peop- monsters. With the right monsters leading your way to this exact point in your existence to make you realize that you're totally and utterly fucked in the head. It used to bother you considerably, but now? Now, you’ve just embraced it. What else is there to do? Be miserable all the time? No, might as well have a good time if you’re gonna be stuck in hell for the rest of eternity, right? That’s what you told yourself as you, for the first time ever, entered a killer’s realm on your own volition, not only outside of a trial, but with something very specific in mind…

You walked up to the Clown’s caravan, pausing to soak in just how fucking stupid you are for coming here. You really are fucked in the head for coming here. And, for what? Morbid curiosity? A quick fuck? I’m the biggest slut here, aren’t I..? It doesn’t stop you from continuing, though. You… you just had to quell the aching between your legs somehow, and this just seemed like the fastest way to do it. (That and you were terribly curious about that… recording that the Clown and Ghostface had made with you…)

Sucking in a deep breath from between your teeth, you take a step up, cringing at how loud the creak of the wooden step was. Shit… Maybe this wasn’t the best idea… But, you didn’t really want to stop. Taking another step, your heart began to pound in your chest. I’m so fucking stupid… I’m never gonna hear the end of this-

“Boo!”

You squeal, jumping out of your skin as someone pinched you on the ass from behind. Rough laughter is barked from behind you as you nearly burst into tears from shock and embarrassment. Looking over your shoulder, you try to glare and look unimpressed, but you suppose the tears in your eyes and the redness of your face pretty much betrays how you actually feel. A large, partially gloved hand grabs your ass, yanking you closer to the gross smelling killer.

“Aww, c’mon, sweetheart! Was just a joke! Scared ya that bad?” He teased, giving your ass a firm squeeze. You hate that it turns you on. You snort and face forward, arms crossed. It feels like you're on the verge of dying from embarrassment. Seriously. Your heart feels like it’s about to explode…

“W-Whatever… J-Jus- F-Fuck you, jerkwad…” You grumble, ears burning as he laughs at you again. You pout, debating for a brief moment if you should just turn around and leave, but, in all seriousness, you don’t think that’s an option, anymore, given the unbearable heat spreading between your legs…

“So, what’re ya here fer, huh? Got lonely without me or somethin, darlin?” The Clown cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his greasy painted face into your hair. You turn up your nose in disgust, heat pooling in between your thighs reaching a fever pitch. You hate how smug this bastard is, but you really really really want to see that video, and the only person more smug than the Clown is Ghostface, and there’s no way in hell you’re gonna give that asshole the satisfaction of seeing you crack.

“Y-Yeah, keep telling yourself that, asshole . I-I’m j-just here for a q-quickie. T-That’s it..!” Entity, you truly are pathetic. A quickie? Yeah, right. Nothing is ever quick or simple when this jerk is involved…

“Oh ho! Really, now? A quickie? Is that really the only reason yer here, eh?” Your heart fluttered in your chest as you felt something wet slide down your inner thigh. Shit…

“Y-Yeah, may- well, m-maybe not the o-only thing… B-But you s-shut your mouth, alright ?! Ju- Look, are we gonna go in or what?!” You refused to look at him as he burst out into another laughing fit, which quickly devolved into him coughing wetly. Giving your ass a hard shove, you’re ushered inside his gross smelling caravan, nearly tripping on a few empty bottles that lay scattered haphazardly across the floor. With one last shove, you fall onto the worn, foul smelling mattress that’s laying atop a broken bed frame.

“Was that really necessary, jer- UGH!?” The wind is knocked from you as you receive a hard SLAP across the rear, tears pricking your eyes and arousal burning your cheeks, both of them. You glare over your shoulder, stomach twisting up as he raises his hand again, threateningly.

“Yer becoming a right brat, ya know that? Ya ought to remember yer manners, little girl. ” You sniffle, gritting your teeth. You give him a sarcastic smile, before sitting upright, knees drawn to your chest. Damn, that actually hurt…

“A-Alright..! Yesh… I freaking get it already…” You grumbled under your breath. Your eyes are drawn to an old tv sitting on a rickety end table that looks like it’s about to break any second. Where the hell did- Ugh, forget it…  You worry the helm of your dress, anxiety pooling in your gut. The Clown clears his throat, regaining your attention. You really don’t want to acknowledge him, but you also want to keep your ability to sit, so you reluctantly turn to face him.

“L-Look, you already k-know why I’m here… So can we just g-get on with it…?” You mumbled quietly, blood rushing in your ears. When the killer doesn’t answer, and instead just stares down at you expectantly, you hang your head, horrified at what you’re about to say.

“I- ahem- I’d- sigh- Please, I’d really appreciate it if I- we would- w-wou- AHEM- i-if w-we w-would watchthepornwemadetogether !!” You nearly gagged saying it, doubling over in embarrassment. The Clown is silent for a moment, before a sadistic grin creeps up at the corners of his mouth. A massive part of you fucking knew that you were going to be tormented over this, and the sick part of your brain couldn’t wait .

“Eh? Whassthat? Ya mumbled that last bit. Ya wanna watch what now?” He couldn’t contain his glee when you buried your face in your hands, tangled your fingers in your hair and pulling, hard. I’m such a fucking idiot…

Taking a deep breath, you untangle your hair, sitting up straight while smoothing your dress down. You look him in the eye, face a deep pink colour. “I would… really fucking appreciate it if we could w-watch t-the… t-the p-p-po- ahem- if we could watch the porno we made together.” You had to clench your teeth at the end to prevent yourself from bursting out into hysterical laughter. It’s literally the dumbest thing that has ever come out of your mouth, and that’s really saying something.

The Clown must have thought the same thing, because he nearly choked to death on his laughter, having to double over and practically sit on the floor he was laughing so hard. A few stray tears leaked from your eyes, but the mortifying embarrassment did nothing to soothe the ache deep in your core. If anything, it only made it worse . After a few minutes of laughter broken up by coughing fits, he stands upright, clasping you hard on the shoulder.

“Hell, sweetheart, that’s all ya had to say! Ya know I’m always up fer entertainin ya. ‘specially if ya wanna relive old memories…” You cringe, rubbing your thighs together. While you do remember that trial, you don’t remember it that well, given you were pretty out of it at the time… And, well, you always wondered what it looked like when you were getting fucked senseless, so…

“Mmphh- Mmhmm… So, can we do it already..? I’m fucking dying here…” You shoved your hands in between your legs for emphasis, squeezing your thighs shut around them. Your hair is stroked, the large hand trailing down your cheek, to your neck, then your collarbone, down to your full breasts. You whimper as the killer roughly fondles your chest, pinching one of your hardening buds in between his coarse fingertips. Your face is turned to the side, and you’re sloppily kissed, the taste of sour alcohol invading your mouth as a large, wet tongue slips between your lips, causing your toes to curl and brows to furrow. After an intense, dominating kiss, you’re released, a thin trail of spit connecting your tongues together.

You’re shoved onto the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling as the Clown moves around out of sight. You absentmindedly rubbed circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasingly dipping a finger into your slick entrance while biting your lip. Fuck, you’re so wet… You’re more than ready to be fucked now, and wish that he’d get on with it already…

You cry out when your ankle is grabbed and you’re pulled downwards towards the edge of the bed suddenly. The old television set is on now, and it’s already playing something. Oh shit. This is really happening..! You’re pulled into a sitting position, with the Clown sliding in behind you, pulling you into his lap. You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, and it took every ounce of your willpower to not grind against it.

Behind you, you hear the Clown take a drawn out swig of alcohol, before nudging your arm with a bottle. You silently take it, holding your breath while you down several mouthfuls at once, coughing at the harsh burn of the drink. Yep, it’s the same shit that he made you drink the other two times. It’s bizarrely sweet, and it stings like hell, but holy SHIT , if it doesn’t hit you like a fucking freight train and leave you hot and hornier than a wild animal in heat.

You hand it back to him, leaning backwards so that you don’t lose your balance and fall off the bed. An arm is looped underneath your breasts, lifting them up slightly while pulling you flush on top of his clothed cock. You rub your thighs together, focusing your attention ahead of you, though the hand groping your breast and the fingers slipping past your wet folds certainly kept pulling your attention.

On the screen, you watch yourself being face fucked by Ghostface, your face all busted up from having a broken nose. It’s so surreal, watching it all unfold from a different perspective. Shit, I guess I’ve always been kind of a slut… Even then, when you thought of yourself as normal, it’s blatantly obvious that you’re enjoying every second of it, even after you’re ruthlessly fucked by the Clown, wailing and crying, you can see how well you take him. How well you take both of the killers at once…

You groan as the two fingers knuckle deep inside you massage your sweet spot, grinding your ass against the cock poking into you. The Clown chuckles darkly behind you, leaning down to lick the shell of your ear. Shit… You’re so fucked up… How can you possibly enjoy this..? Not only seeing yourself getting raped, but sitting on the lap of man that raped you, willingly, and allowing, wanting, him to touch you, to fuck you..? Entity, you’ve made a disturbed monster out of me…

You’re shoved onto your side, dress jerked up and over your head harshly, it most likely cast haphazardly aside onto the floor. One of your knees is pulled up and  towards your chest, allowing the killer unrestricted access to your nether regions. Yeah, about fucking time… A thick cock is slapped against your wet cunt, rubbing and barely sliding past your quivering entrance.

“T-Thought you’d never- NGGHH-! N-Never get to t-the p-poi- EEEK! NNGHH- FUUU- AHH HAHA!!~” You squeal as you’re abruptly cut off by a cock slamming painfully deep inside of you, your walls clenching in an involuntary attempt to force it out. A cruel laugh is bellowed into your ears, partially deafening you.

“HA HA HAHAHA!! What’s wrong, baby girl? Where’d that attitude of yer’s go?! Ain’t got much to say when yer stuffed full of dick, do ya?!” A hand latched onto your throat, squeezing it tightly. All you can do is wheeze and hold onto the bed for dear life as you're split in half .

You can still see the TV clearly, with all of your holes being stuffed full of cum and cock… You whine, body trembling as you cum, fluids splashing your torso and soaking into the mattress. The Clown laughs, moving into a kneeling position so that he’s pounding even deeper into you. You cry out weakly, choking as the hand around your throat briefly tightens, then releases its grip, allowing you to take a much needed breath. After gasping and coughing, struggling to take in air, you glare at the killer behind you through tear filled eyes.

“I-Is t-t-tha- AHH ! A-All you go-ot, a-a- HAAA- sshole..?! I- NNGHH!! Had b-better f-from t- AHHHAA- the- f-fuckin DEMOGORGON- SHIT!!” You cry out as the tip of his member tears past your cervix, causing you to gag. The Clown puts pressure on your lower abdomen, feeling how his cock pressed against your thin walls.

“Ho-oly SHIT! Don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger slut than you, darlin! Have some shame, won’t ya?!” The inside of your thigh is slapped, causing you to squeal in both pain and pleasure. Your entire body was feverish from both arousal and alcohol, vision blurring into doubles as you felt displaced in your own body. Being fucked as hard as you were didn’t help matters, either.

“N-NGGHH!! H-HARDER..! FU-UUK ME HARDER, DADDY!!~” You mewl, grabbing onto his wrist in a desperate attempt to… well, you don’t really know, anymore. Everything feels so damn good, you can’t think straight, anymore. All that matters is the cock that’s pounding into your tight, wet little hole getting closer and closer to filling you up with thick, sticky, slimy, hot- IT’S SO HOT!! OH, ENTITY, IT’S SO FUCKING HOT OHHH FUUUCK-!!!~

You wail as you're filled with his disgustingly thick cum, slimy and sticking to every little bit of your abused womb. It hurts. Oh, Entity, it fucking hurts, and you can’t stop cumming from it. Even after you’re filled to the brim and feeling nauseous and bloated, you’re flipped over onto your stomach and fucked again. And again. And again. And again. Until you’ve fainted at least three times that you can remember, probably more, and still. Still you're overstuffed and used, even when you can’t speak anymore, only whine and whimper and squeal you’re still fucked.

Your hands are slick with saliva and, most likely, alcohol from the Clown licking and sucking on your fingers. Everything was wet with some sort of bodily fluids, whether it be cum, sweat, saliva, or tears. Maybe you were there for hours, maybe not, everything blurred together before long. Eventually, it did end… after you passed out once more for an unknown amount of time.

When you do finally manage to reawaken, you have a hangover from hell, with a deep ache in your gut. Your legs were glued together with dry cum and most likely blood, if any of your previous romps with the Clown were anything to go by. You struggle to sit up, nearly vomiting as the world shifts violently to the side. Are you alone? You kinda hope so, not wanting to hear that jerk run his mouth right now…

You spy your dress crumpled up on the floor and use your foot to pull it closer, unsure if you’d actually be able to bend over and grab it without falling over and hurting yourself. After grabbing it with your toes and lifting it up, you grab it and slip it over your head, barely managing to not puke all over yourself. Bracing yourself, you stand on weak legs, knees buckling underneath your heavy weight.

Something wet gushed out from between your legs, splattering all over the floor and your shoes. Eww… You wrinkle your nose in disgust, shuffling off without bothering to clean yourself up. There’s no point in worrying about it, you’ll be all cleaned up before you reach camp thanks to the Entity. But, damn, you’re sore as hell… Rubbing your lower abdomen, you exit the caravan and make your way back, making sure your dress is on correctly.