An Erotic Juggalo Odyssey Ep. 01

DISCLAIMER

: This story is in no way endorsed by or affiliated with the Insane Clown Posse or Psychopathic Records. It is NOT implied that ICP or any real persons mentioned in this story are depicted accurately or condone the behaviors portrayed. It also does not attempt to define or exemplify the Juggalo lifestyle. Juggalos come from many different backgrounds and lead such vastly different lives that trying to portray a 'typical' Juggalo would prove impossible. There are Juggalos of all races, all classes, all genders, and all sexual orientations, and this story is only meant to reflect a small, fictional group within that larger whole.

Recap

:

Liz is a topless dancer who met Bruce at a strip club. While giving him a lap dance, Bruce offered her steeply discounted VIP tickets to the

Gathering of the Juggalos

. When Liz went to his house for an apparent first date and to pick up the tickets, Bruce seemingly changed the terms of the deal. What started out as a beautiful night has turned into a nightmare, and now Liz finds herself performing degrading acts to earn the tickets...

EPISODE 1: HOT TICKET

Chapter 4: The Neden Game

BRUCE CARROLL'S HOUSE

(Not Shangri-La!)

HENDERSON, NEVADA

"Where do you want this?" Liz asked matter-of-factly, holding her empty beer bottle out towards Bruce as if suggesting for him to take it to the trash for her.

His eyes lit up with a different train of thought, and he said, "I'm sure we can think of a place where it might fit nicely..."

He looked first towards her crotch, effectively hidden from sight behind her knees that she had hugged close to her body. Nevertheless, he lingered on her cunt's approximate location, making sure his point was noted, before slowly lifting his gaze upwards. Upon reaching her eyes, he seemingly searched for dread or disgust, but it was absent from her face. She made sure the even her body language belied no repulsion to the idea.

Liz had expected a comment like that before she had even asked about throwing away the beer, and she prepared herself for it so as not to give him the satisfaction of springing another surprise on her that evening. When he let her drink the beer in peace, she assumed he was contemplating his next move. She was already seated and nude, so frigging herself to climax on the end of her Fishbrau Pale Ale seemed like a logical next step. Convinced that he wouldn't miss the opportunity, she had been sure to coat the glass neck with extra saliva and a little backwash on her last swallow to make this next maneuver a little easier.

She twirled the bottle around in her hand and gave him a little smile, feeling better about the situation for the first time since his little game began as this time she felt a step ahead.

"Just sit it to the side," he said as he rounded the table and ducked behind one of the corners. "Make sure it doesn't get in the way."

Her smiled disappeared, and she sat the empty bottle on the rail beside her. Her momentary feeling of victory dissipated immediately as he had managed to surprise her again with his easy dismissal. She watched a glob of her spit slowly slide down the label, languidly making its way towards the plush green felt, and she pondered what her next 'performance' would be.

It didn't take long to find out.

Bruce popped up from behind the table, cradling a handful of billiard balls and humming a tune she didn't recognize. He made his way to the opposite side, leaned against the rail, and let them spill in all directions in front of her.

He asked her to lay back on her arms and position herself spread-eagle; her moment of relaxation was over. He handed her a pool ball -- the 6 -- and politely told her where to stick it.

"You've heard of the girls in Thailand that shoot ping pong balls out of their pussies, haven't you?" He didn't wait for a response. "I want to see if you can do the same with one of these."

"Put a ball inside of myself?" she asked.

"I want you to shoot it into the corner pocket," he grinned as he motioned to the table.

Always one step ahead.

She sighed and resignedly took the ball from him, studying it deliberately while slowly stretching out her legs and spreading her knees apart. This was a new one.

"Do you have some lube or anything?" she asked.

"I think you'll do just fine," he said motioning at her cunt.

She looked down and saw he was right. She had told herself she was only a little sweaty from dancing, but her body revealed how much she was actually enjoying this humiliation. Where her lips rested against the felt top of the pool table, a small sticky trail had already formed under them. She had tried to deny the feelings she was having, telling herself this evening was her worst nightmare, but if she was honest with herself, she had to admit that deep down she was quite turned on. She wondered where his kinks would lead before they finished, torn between slight trepidation and quiet optimism.

Liz obediently held the ball in one hand, and her other hand dropped down to her crotch. Her digits were met with slick moisture as she formed an upside-down V on her cunt with her index and middle fingers. She pushed her labia in opposite directions and opened herself wide.

"This is amazing," he said. "The ball color matches your tattoo."

He was right. She looked down and saw that the green of the 6 ball perfectly matched the green of the Riddle Box logo she had tattooed on her mons. She paused a moment to regard the strange situation -- she had never considered that her pussy and a billiard ball would have anything in common nor did she ever imagine that she would find herself in circumstances where a comparison would be so convenient and obvious. She found herself almost giggling at the absurd position she was in, but she stopped short, fearing that laughter would only push Bruce to further extremes as he might feel it was a sign that she wasn't humiliated enough.

Humiliation must be his turn on

, she thought. Luckily he hadn't noticed her flight of fancy as his eyes were glued to her crotch again.

She casually brought the ball to her pussy and began leisurely rolling it over her opened lips. Her juices quickly spread across the sphere as she rotated it top to bottom, then side to side, all 360 degrees, causing the entire globe to glisten and glean with her intimate wetness.

She heard Bruce swallow hard, and she looked up at him again. He was wringing his hands together, watching her with unabashed anticipation.

Liz pressed the ball against her crotch, gave it a little push, and suddenly the pressure made her jolt sharply. The ball was bigger than she thought, and it didn't slide in easily at all. She quickly realized this was going to take a little more effort.

While her one hand continued rolling the ball against her wet lips, she moved the other to her clit. Two fingers found her magic button, and she began to rub them against it, gently, alternating in small, concentric circles.

She could feel herself becoming intoxicated by the almost immediate rush of blood that flowed to her head. Again she was surprised by how turned on she felt and how quickly she was aroused by this simple action.

She leaned back further and closed her eyes. Her heart beat faster and her whole body was starting to tingle in that ecstasy she recognized and loved, but she forced herself to focus on the ball. This moment wasn't about her personal release; it was about the tickets. She needed to get the ball in.

She pushed harder, rocking it back and forth, easing it in bit by bit, and it was working, but with each centimeter it moved inward, she felt the painful ache of her hips being pushed outward. It was pain she had not experienced before, but it was a good pain. She liked it, and she could feel her body speeding down the path towards climax. She only hoped she could hold off her impending orgasm long enough to get the ball completely inserted.

Liz stopped all movement of her hands and repositioned herself. She eased down onto her back and spread her legs wider, as wide as she could so that her feet dangled limply off both sides of the table. She was trying her best to make more room (on the inside) to accommodate the ball. Sure, she could probably force it in -- stuff it in quickly with a good hardy shove -- but the thought of the possible rips and tears it could cause deep in her most holy of holes made her nauseous.

Easing it in slowly is the safe route

, she told herself.

And besides, part of me is really enjoying this and wants to draw it out.

So she stayed with slow and steady. Twisting the ball around in circles to thoroughly wet it, twiddling her fingers a little on her pleasure spot, pushing the ball in a little further, then repeating from the top.

Twist, twiddle, push.

Twist, twiddle, push.

Twist, twiddle, push a little harder this time.

Twist, twiddle, hold.

Twist, twiddle, push again.

Twist, twiddle...

Whoa, slow down the twiddle, I can't cum yet.

Twist, twiddle, slow down, push.

Twist, light twiddle, push.

When she finally got the ball past the halfway point, it got much easier. A few more almost effortless pushes and it disappeared inside her. She let out a loud gasp, surprised at the pleasure she felt from the ball pushing forcefully outward against her tight insides, expanding her vagina further than she was used to. She had had a few big dicks in her during her lifetime, but the circumference was nothing like that which she had inside her now. The ball was also solid, with absolutely no give -- unnaturally hard when compared to a cock. She liked the unrelenting pressure, it gave her a good pain, and it pushed her closer to the edge.

So close that she decided to let herself go. Now that her hands were free of the ball maneuvering, she would concentrate exclusively on her clit before doing the shooting trick Bruce had in mind. He would have to watch her climax whether he wanted to or not because at that moment she couldn't control herself. However, she doubted that he'd mind...

Her fingers started moving more quickly, circling her clit and grinding it roughly against her pubic bone while her thumb ran up and down her wet lips to provide more lubrication. Her body was starting to tense up.

Liz thought about how humiliating it was, how she was on complete display in one of her most intimate moments, and it turned her on even more. She thought about how Bruce, a stranger, had just watched her force a billiard ball into her most private place, and the shame of it quickened her pulse. She marveled at how she could share something so private and receive nothing commensurate in return -- how she didn't even want anything commensurate in return. She was glad they had decided he would keep his hands to himself; it was a faux intimacy.

She kept her eyes closed as she inched closer to climax, but her thoughts remained on Bruce. He had to have noticed the discomfort mixed with pleasure she felt at taking the large circumference into her tight frame. She wondered if he liked that. She wondered if pain got him off, too. She knew he was staring at her still, as the ball remained in place, unyielding against her tightening vaginal walls, straining for release. She would make it hurt a little more if that's what he liked. Without slowing her fingers down, she brought her knees in a few inches, squeezing her hips down harder on the ball, letting its thickness grind against her insides.

She moaned. The extra pressure put her over the edge.

She felt her pussy begin to involuntarily contract around the billiard ball, squeezing futilely against its rock-hard exterior, causing her quick shots of sharp pain that made her come even harder, moan even louder. She had never felt an orgasm like this. The ball fighting back against her orgasmic palpitations caused her hereto unknown feelings of a mixed pain/pleasure that fired to every corner of her being. Her ears burned and the involuntary tremors of ecstasy raged through her limbs.

This is amazing...

Though she knew it was only seconds, it felt like hours before her body stopped with all its contractions and left her feeling tingly in her extremities and a little bit cold. Her first inclination was to curl up into the fetal position and hug herself, but the lumpy throb of the green sphere still inside her made her think twice about any large movements like that. Her breathing slowed and she let all her weight sink into the soft felt of the table instead.

* * *

"Corner pocket," Bruce said, causing Liz to jump a little. He had given her a few moments to recover before abruptly interrupting her serenity and bringing her attention back to the task at hand.

"Right," Liz whispered as she begrudgingly opened her eyes and sat up straight.

She winced immediately. The sudden movement shifted the 6-ball around inside of her and brought back the terrible uncomfortableness she had momentarily forgotten. She paused and changed her body movements to a more slow, deliberate motion as she brought her feet back onto the tabletop and planted them on the felt. She carefully hoisted her body up and began awkwardly crab-walking her way, inch by inch, to the corner of the pool table.

Bruce watched in amusement as the clumsy movements caused Liz not only to wince occasionally, but also to burn bright red as it was immediately obvious to them both how helplessly exposed she was again as she approached in such an obscene manner. Her cunt wiggled around the ball, shifting her engorged lips back and forth in his gaze. His smile reminded her how much he was enjoying this entire embarrassing scenario, and her hate for him grew.

"It should be simple enough," he said. "Make it on the first try, and the next ticket's yours."

After a grunt of acknowledgment, she eased her behind back down onto the table, her moisture-streaked ass sinking into the soft felt just in front of the pocket where he was standing.

"And if I miss?" she asked.

"Try, try again." He let out a chuckle and motioned to the handful of other balls still spread out across the table.

Her gaze moved from his eyes to the pocket in question, and she clenched her teeth. She did not want to go through the arduous process of inserting another ball so she had to make sure this 'shot' went perfectly.

She stared at the pocket and tried to imagine a line from her cunt straight to the hole. She pictured herself aiming a gun, using her slightly protruding clit, still engorged from her masturbation efforts, as the gun's sights with Bruce's balls, positioned right behind the pocket, as a perfect and deserving target. She was ready to shoot him. The distance was short and she was confident she could make this shot easily except...

Will the ball shoot?

The thought was an unwelcomed intruder in her mind, and it quickly spread like a cancer. It felt pretty tight in there. She really wasn't sure that she could force the ball out using only her vaginal muscles. With all the effort it took to get it in, she would not be surprised if she needed her fingers to help get it out again.

Or that might not work either. After all, it was a ball and had nothing for her to grab on to. What if it was stuck? What if she had to go to the hospital for help? What if the only way to get it out was at an emergency room? Her pulse started racing anxiously. That would be the perfect end-all for this humiliating evening. She'd find herself in a medical journal, or worse, on the evening news.

A local lady had to have emergency surgery in Henderson late last night in order to remove a billiard ball that was lodged in her vagina. Details at 11...

Liz was suddenly awash with fear, and instinctively her body tensed up, causing a sharp pain from the ball again.

You have to relax

, she told herself.

Panicking is not going to help anything.

She turned her thoughts to the Gathering. She tried to imagine the fun she would be having there. A totally fresh scene. Juggalos and Faygo as far as the eye could see. Everywhere she turned the Wicked Shit would be playing; no room for stale-ass music. No poseurs. No chickens or rednecks, just ninjas. Only those who run with the Hatchet with straight up Juggalo love. Shangri-La...

She just had to get through this last hurdle. She could do it, but she had to relax. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She felt a little better, so she did it again: deep breath.

Liz readjusted her hips, bringing her cunt even closer to the pocket to leave as little room for error as possible. She was certain from her angle that the ball would go right in... as long as it came

out

.

She shook her head to quiet the thoughts and turned her focus to her privates. She visualized her vagina loosening, relaxing, opening, and she took another deep breath. She bore down and pushed; it was a weird sensation, awkward. She couldn't exactly explain it, but it seemed to work. She felt the ball move downward, outward. She held her breath and continued to push.

Bruce stared as the ball gradually appeared from within her cunt, a slick green gap spreading between her crimson lips. It grew in size like a waxing moon, bigger and rounder, until it was almost a full circle. Then, suddenly, it popped out with a sloppy

squish

sound.

It hit the table with a hard thud, and slowly rolled towards the pocket. It teetered on the edge for a split second causing visible dread in Liz's face before it tipped into the hole. There it rolled into the maze of rail tunnels underneath, zig zagging between the boards, causing a low rumbling vibration across the whole table before smacking with a soft-echoed clack into the other balls of the undercarriage retrieval slot.

Liz let out a sigh of relief.

"There's the second ticket for you," Bruce said before flashing a devilish grin at her. "Now let's talk about the third..."

Appendix

This short appendix is to help readers who may be unfamiliar with the Insane Clown Posse or Juggalo culture. The hope is that it will identify certain words, phrases, and ideas that show up in the story but whose meanings might not be known to a more general audience. It is far from complete, but I hope you find it helpful in your reading of these stories.

Gathering of the Juggalos

: Also known simply as "The Gathering," the Gathering of the Juggalos is an annual, weekend-long music festival held by Psychopathic Records to celebrate Juggalo culture. It started in 2000 and has been held at varying venues every year since, growing in size and length, but not necessarily in prestige. There is music, wrestling, seminars, dance-offs, wacky contests, and just about anything else you can imagine. In addition to the Insane Clown Posse headlining the event every year, other artists that have played The Gathering include George Clinton & Parliament, Vanilla Ice, Bobby Brown, Ice Cube, GWAR, 2 Live Crew, Above the Law, and Naughty by Nature, just to name a few. Comedians are also usually a part of the festivities and past performers include Ralphie May, Cheech & Chong, Gallagher, Bobcat Goldthwait, Jamie Kennedy, and Gilbert Gottfried.

Juggalo

: A fan of the Insane Clown Posse and/or Psychopathic Records. While Juggalo can be used for for all genders, some people will use the word Juggalette to distinguish a female fan.

neden

: An Insane Clown Posse slang word for vagina.

ninja

: A generic slang term for referring to any person -- friend, stranger, or even enemy -- though some Juggalos may assign it a more specific meaning. In general, think of ninja as interchangeable with words like dude or guy or friend or man. Ninja is not gender specific and may be used for anyone, but some Juggalos will use the term ninjette when referring to females.