Clowns

Disclaimer:

Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to any actual person, alive or dead, is just happenstance.

Author's Notes:

This story revolves around a group of people who visit a haunted house, and by the end, none escape. If this type of story is not a fetish you enjoy, please read something else.

I could not have done this without the help of my editor, Goof. Thanks for all the help and suggestions.

Stoner.

Emma picked herself off the ground, looking wildly around for the monster that had been right behind her. The doorway she had run through and the monster were gone.

She lay on the floor while catching her breath for several minutes. Only after Emma didn't see or hear anything did she relax a little and look at her surroundings. Turning in a circle, she saw large wood crates stacked haphazardly on both sides of the room, giving it a dingy old warehouse feel. Adding to the abandoned look, large spiderwebs covered everything, and the musty smell of mold and neglect made her sneeze.

"Someone should fire their decorator and cleaning staff," Emma said aloud, her voice muffled.

"This is the last haunted house I am going to," she muttered as she walked across the room toward the closed door on the other side, jumping at every creak or noise.

Emma stood at the doorway, her hand on the knob, while she gathered the will to open the door.

"It's only a fucking haunted house," she repeated and counseled herself.

Her free hand wandered to her breasts, touching the piercing that hadn't been there when she arrived this morning. The light touch of her hand on her nipples sent jolts to her clit, getting her pussy wet.

Maybe it's more than a haunted house

, Emma thought, a shiver running down her spine as she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her breasts.

"Come on, Girl. Get your shit together. You are not afraid of a stupid house."

After her pep talk, she turned the knob and pulled open the door slightly, looking through the crack between the door and its frame.

Seeing nothing lurking on the other side of the door, Emma pulled it open all the way.

Immediately outside was an open field of tall grass rimmed with dark, foreboding trees. The world looked washed out, the only colors coming off her clothes and the windows of the building on the other side of the field.

Looking around and not seeing any threats, Emma stepped outside and took a deep breath of the clean but dry air.

"Definitely smells better out here," she commented as she stepped through the door.

A loud creaking sound, followed by a crash, caused her to jump and spin around. The door behind her had slammed shut, blocking her way back.

"Shit," she snapped, trying to calm her nerves.

It was then that she noticed that the door had no knob on this side. She took out her keys, putting one in the crack between the door and its frame. Despite her best efforts to pry the door open, it remained steadfastly shut.

Putting her keys away, she looked across the field at the other building.

"I guess I just keep swimming," she said out loud as she slowly walked toward the other building.

She had made it about halfway across the field before she heard something behind her. Emma spun around, not seeing anything but grass until it ran into the ring of trees.

"Where did the other building go?" she wondered. She walked back toward the trees and checked the spot she thought it had been in but found nothing. Even the grass was undisturbed.

She felt a chill go through her body, which had nothing to do with the temperature.

"Fuck this," Emma said, turning around and walking towards the other building.

It seemed to take forever to cross the field. Emma thought she had heard something behind her again about what she estimated as the halfway point.

Looking back, she saw the trees behind her, but nothing else was moving.

Turning, her attention was drawn to something moving slowly through the tall grass toward her. After finding the first one, Emma looked for other signs of movement and found three other trails moving slowly toward her.

Not wanting to wait for whatever was following her to get any closer, she started moving toward the strange building faster than before.

When she glanced over her shoulder, she noticed the movement was speeding up, moving closer to her than the building was. Emma quickly calculated and realized she wouldn't make the building before the things moving through the grass caught up to her.

She ran, fear giving her the extra energy to pull ahead of the things chasing her, at least momentarily.

Emma burst through the grass ring into the clearing around the building, sprinting the last few feet until she reached the door, only to find it locked.

"Shit," she shouted, frustrated that the door was locked. She checked the windows but found they wouldn't budge.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw what had been chasing her emerge from the grass. Dozens of brown and white creatures hopped into the clearing, gathering in a group before her.

It was bunnies chasing her,

Emma thought

,

rolling her eyes and laughing at the absurdity of being chased by rabbits.

They hopped a few paces closer.

"Ahh, you guys are so cute and fluffy," Emma said as she squatted down, reaching out toward the lead one.

The bunny hopped a few steps closer, leaning forward so Emma could touch it. She gently ran her fingers through the lead bunny's fur, marveling at its softness. The creature's startling blue eyes seemed to grow larger as Emma continued to pet the creature.

"I wish I could take you home with me, but the dorm has strict pet policies, and you, my furry friend, are too big," Emma said, smiling.

The rabbit so entranced Emma that she failed to notice the other rabbits surrounding her, blocking any escape.

"Well, while I would love to sit here all day and pet you, I have to find a way out of this place," Emma said, ruffling the white fur before pulling her hand away. As she stood, something hit her from behind, knocking her down.

She picked herself up and turned and saw another rabbit with red eyes looking at her.

"I guess you want to be petted, too," Emma said, gently running her fingers through its fur. She pulled her hand back and was pushed hard from behind.

Sitting back up, she realized she was in the center of several large rabbits, each looking at her expectantly.

"Oh, come on, I don't have time for this," she said, climbing to her feet while keeping an eye on her furry friends.

The rabbits grew more aggressive, pushing her from behind into the rabbit in front of her. They knocked Emma around for a few minutes before her anger got the best of her, and she turned and pushed the last rabbit that shoved her.

Immediately, the rabbits started hissing, sounding more like a snake than a rabbit. Gone were the cute, cuddly rabbits. In their place, furry creatures with large teeth ran in circles around Emma.

They kept hitting her from behind. Emma couldn't catch the one that hit her no matter what direction she turned in. The creatures started to force her towards the tall grass slowly, and some part of her knew that if they got her there, she wouldn't survive.

A gap in the circling creatures gave her the break she desperately needed. Using the shove from behind her, Emma staggered out of the circle and ran towards the locked door. She had almost reached the handle when she felt a sharp pain in her calve.

"Fuck," she complained, stumbling slightly before catching herself. Looking down, she saw the back of her pant leg shredded and the creature with the blue eyes licking her blood off one of its claws. Reaching down, she saw several breaks in her skin, each oozing a little blood.

Her right leg felt numb from her knee down, forcing her to limp backward away from the creature's slow advance. After another few steps, the numbness was past her knee, and Emma struggled to keep standing.

Some kind of poison

, she thought, as she finally backed into the door.

The creatures slowed, keeping a little distance in case she tried to kick them, but they knew it was only a matter of time before she succumbed.

Emma also realized it as she grabbed the handle again, hoping to escape the creatures before it was too late.

It was still locked.

"Come on, let me in!" Emma demanded, banging on the door. The numbness had spread up her right leg, reaching her waist and making it hard to keep standing.

The blue-eyed creature started moving forward, overcoming any fear that Emma would hurt it. Stopping just short of her, it rose on its hind legs and looked up at her.

"Please, don't," Emma begged.

Its only response was to open its mouth, showing her rows of razor-sharp teeth. It leaned forward, its long tongue licking its lips as it reached for her blouse.

Emma was shaking, her entire right side numb, as the creature's claws sliced through the material, cutting her blouse down the middle, partly exposing her breasts.

"Please," she begged, freezing in place as the creature reached out again, shredding the rest of her blouse and fully exposing her breasts.

It seemed alarmed by the piercings through her nipples, backing slightly away and turning to the others. They hissed at each other briefly as the numbness coursed through Emma's body.

Seeming to come to some decision, the blue-eyed creature turned back toward Emma, looking her in the eyes as it cautiously approached. She could feel the hate radiating off the creature, somehow knowing it wouldn't play with her any longer.

This time, it meant to kill her.

"No. No. No," Emma kept repeating, shaking her head, tears running down her cheeks as the creature approached.

Six steps away.

Five steps away.

Four steps away.

It raised its arm, claws extended as it took the third step.

Emma leaned into the door, trying to get away. It was only two steps away when the door opened behind her, dropping her onto a hard floor. Her last glimpse of the creature before the door shut, cutting off the light, was pure terror.

What kind of new hell did I fall into?

Emma thought as a pasty white face filled her failing vision.

"You might have waited too late," a gravelly voice off to her right said as Emma fainted and the world went dark.

Emma dreamed of being chased in the dark by something huge, screaming as claws ripped through her back. She woke screaming, batting away the imagined - claws that faded into smoke as the dream let her go.

"Take it easy. You're safe now. Well, safer than being outside anyways," a woman's voice said, chuckling off to the side.

Emma looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice.

The room was illuminated by weak light leaking through the boards covering the windows. There were a couple of chairs by the window. Each seemed to have a large doll sitting in it. Glancing around, she saw a bookcase covering the wall opposite the window, its shelves littered with smaller versions of the dolls in the chairs. The clown's faces were painted white with different-colored strips and patterns.

Why were all the dolls made up to look like clowns? I hate clowns,

Emma thought.

The far side of the room had an open doorway leading into a dark hallway. The only other furniture in the room was the bed Emma sat on. The simple metal frame reminded her of an old hospital bed.

Memories of the creatures attacking her filled her mind. Looking down, she found herself dressed in a simple white cotton gown, precisely the same as the dolls were all wearing.

Well, someone dressed me in this outfit and bandaged the wounds on my leg. They have to be around here somewhere

, Emma thought.

Not seeing anyone, she sat in the middle of the bed, pulled her knees to her chest, and hugged herself. Emma turned her head towards where she thought the voice had come from.

Two dolls sat in chairs with a table between them like they were having a tea party. Emma began to turn her head when she thought that one of the doll's eyes followed her. Jerking her head back, she examined the doll more closely. It didn't move at all, and she began to think her mind was playing tricks on her.

A loud crash in the hall jerked her attention toward the open doorway. Emma tried in vain to see into the hallway, but the limited light in the room didn't penetrate it. A creak came from the direction of the window. When she turned, she saw that one of the dolls was missing. The one whose eyes had moved.

Emma moved backward, away from the edges of the bed, looking frantically around the room for the missing doll.

A thud from the direction of the bookcase startled her. Looking toward the bookcase, she saw one of the tiny dolls had fallen on the floor. Another noise, this time from the direction of the window, and when she turned her head, the other doll was gone.

Fuck

, she thought, moving so that her back was against the wall.

The door to the room slammed shut, startling Emma. At this point, she was trying to look in every direction. Looking at the bookcase, she noticed some shelves were empty now. The dolls that had been on them were scattered on the floor.

A noise by the window caused her to turn and look, but there wasn't anything there. Frustrated and frightened, she turned to look at the bookcase only to find one of the larger clowns sitting next to her in the bed.

After moving as far away from the clown as she could on the small bed, she watched it slowly turn toward her with its eyes closed. Suddenly, it opened its eyes and quickly leaned towards her.

"Boo," it said, laughing at the expression on Emma's face. She realized it was the same gravelly voice from earlier when she fell through the door.

Emma turned, intent on running away, but instead came face to face with the other clown.

"Going so soon?" the clown asked, its painted face frowning. It was the same voice that had told Emma she was safe.

Before she could scream, the first clown grabbed her from behind and threw her back onto the bed. She kicked and fought but was overwhelmed by an army of tiny dolls who pinned her to the bed.

The two larger clowns sat on either side of Emma, looking down at her, their grins turning dark and demented.

"You are not very appreciative of all the help we have given you, little slut," the gravelly-voiced clown on her right said.

"Bill-Bo is correct, not very appreciative at all," the other clown said.

Emma's fear evaporated as righteous indignation overrode everything else. "Help Me? You fucking assholes scared the shit out of me!" she retorted, struggling to no avail to get loose from the smaller clowns.

Bill-Bo leaned down, his deeply ridged face only inches away from Emma's.

"I don't think she understands how bad off she was, Tia," Bill-Bo said sadly. "If you hadn't let her in, the Kroy would have torn her to pieces!"

"Oh, I can't take all the credit for saving the little slut. If you hadn't given the human the antidote, the poison the Kroy used on her would have stopped her heart," Tia said, moving until her face was inches away from Emma's on the other side.

Unable to move, all Emma could do was look between the two clowns.

"She is just an ungrateful brat," Tia commented, licking her lips and smiling at Emma with a mouth full of elongated teeth.

"Maybe she is no better than the others," Bill-Bo said, looking towards the corner.

Emma followed his gaze and saw a pile of darkly stained gowns with what might be bones mixed in.

"So you let me in and gave me medicine? I am so sorry for the way I behaved. While it may not be a good excuse, you scared the hell out of me," Emma defended, concerned that she might be an ungrateful brat but more afraid of being lumped in with the others in the corner.

"We scared you?" Tia asked, looking at Bill-Bo, who grinned, showing off his razor-like teeth.

"Scared you? Why, we haven't done anything other than take care of you. What do you think, Tia?" Bill-Bo asked the other clown.

"Maybe we should show the ungrateful slut how scary we can be?" Tia said, leaning in, her rough tongue licking the sweat off Emma's forehead.

"Umm, her fear tastes so sweet," Tia said, pulling back to let Bill-Bo access Emma's face.

At this point, Emma was shaking, but all she could do was watch as the other clown leaned in and licked the side of her face.

"You're right. That tastes so good."

Bill-Bo licked again, nipping Emma's earlobe.

"Ouch, that hurt!" Emma yelled.

"Careful, the Master wants her intact," Tia said, licking the other side of Emma's neck.

Bill-Bo looked at the other clown.

"We could just tell him she didn't survive the Kroy," he said, nipping Emmy's earlobe again, causing her to start crying.

Tia licked the tears off Emma's right cheek.

"Oh, taste her tears. They are fantastic," Tia said, dropping her hands down to grope Emma's breast.

"God, how I missed this," Bill-Bo said, licking off the tears on Emma's left cheek.

"Are you sure he wouldn't miss her?" Bill-Bo asked, nipping Emma's ear again, breaking the skin enough to bleed.

Emma cried hard, exciting the two clowns even more.

"He was very clear. We're to guide the human, undamaged, to the portal," Tia told Bill-Bo before turning her gaze to Emma.

"Now, you just keep still. I wouldn't want to slice something off you might want to keep," Tia said with an evil smile.

Emma watched, unmoving, as the clown moved her hand off Emma's breast to the top of the gown. Tia held up her middle finger, showing Emma the sharp metallic-like nail at the end of her finger, before sliding it down the front of the gown.

The nail left a cut in the gown behind it as Tia moved her finger. Emma held her breath as the nail crossed over her pussy, only letting it out when the clown pulled her hand away. Her relief was short-lived. Tia used her nail to open the gown, exposing Emma's front.

"The Vamps marked her," Bill-Bo remarked, pulling on the ring through her left nipple.

"So they did," Tia remarked, placing a finger on Emma's cheek, catching another teardrop before licking it off.

"What if she isn't a virgin? The Master wouldn't care if we damage her then," Bill-Bo said, his grin getting larger.

"Only one way to find out," he said, standing, ripping his gown off as he walked towards the foot of the bed.

Emma tried to get away as a huge cock popped into view, but the small clowns held her tight. Bill-Bo's cock looked more like a small arm than a cock.

He climbed between her legs, shooing some smaller clowns out of his way. Taking the head of his cock, he ran it up and down Emma's slit.

"The sluts soaked," he commented, pulling his cock away from Emma to show Tia the juices that covered the head.

"Don't just shove it into her. You broke the last one before I could have any fun."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Bill-Bo apologized, moving the head of his cock to Emma's entrance. He put pressure against Emma's pussy, trying to force the head inside her.

Emma started screaming from the pain, causing the clowns to laugh.

Bill-Bo's cock finally slipped slightly inside the sobbing Emma's pussy, only to find the way blocked.

"Fuck, this slut is a virgin," Bill-Bo stated, clearly frustrated at the turn of events. Without pulling the head of his cock out of Emma's narrow passage, he paused, thinking.

"We could just tell him that someone fucked her before she got here. I mean, she was running around outside with the Kroy. Those bastards almost killed her anyway. What do you think?" Bill-Bo asked.

Tia looked between Emma and Bill-Bo, unsure what to do. She really wanted to ravish the young woman lying on the bed. It was so rare that one made it this far. She could feel the blood running through Emma and desperately wanted to let it out, to taste the terror doing so would cause.