*Trigger Warning* Horror with Clowns. That's right! I said, clowns! The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. All characters in all of my stories are 18 or over. This is a fantasy. Now there is incest too! Ahahaha.
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"When are Mom and Dad supposed to be home?" my little sister, Abigail whined. She was right to be asking. They were supposed to have been home days ago. Something wasn't right. They hadn't been answering their phones for days. I was starting to wonder if something horrible had happened.
"Any minute, Abi!"
"Call Mom for me. Please. I left my phone downstairs," Abi's high cheekbones glistened in the overhead lighting of my bedroom.
"Fine," I stopped what I was doing with a sigh and dialed my mother. I put the phone on speaker so that Abi could hear too. I was expecting the call to go to voicemail, but instead it was picked up.
"Hello?" a male voice came over the line. It was most definitely not my mother's voice.
"Who is this?" I asked, "Where is my mother?"
"Our mother!" Abi added in her most authoratative voice.
"Your mother is eating my dick!" the voice said gruffly. "But both of you eat it better than her!" The clown laugh that erupted from my phone speaker was so obnoxious that both Abi and I had to cover our ears. Our mother was being molested by clowns, just like we had been!
"Where are you, Mom?" I screamed into the phone hoping that she could hear me. "Mom! Mom? Mom! I miss you!" I screamed. The line went dead. I looked up to see Abi running off down the hallway toward our parents' bedroom.
"Abi! Come back!" I called after her before chasing her.
I watched her gather the neat row of clown dolls that we had carefully placed on our parents' bed into her arms. I stood in the doorway, obstructing her from passing.
"Let me through, Janay! Let me through right now!" she screamed.
"No! I'm not getting raped by a bunch of clowns today! Don't you remember last time?"
"Duh, Janay! I'm doing this for Mom and Dad! We've got to get them back!"
"How is bringing all these rapist clowns to life going to save Mom?" I didn't see the connection.
"Janay, don't you see? Mom and Dad left these clowns here to fuck us!"
"No, they didn't. These clowns are definitely not their doing."
"Then why is mom fucking a clown?" Abi asked.
"You don't know that she really is. That was the clown's words, not hers." I paused, deep in thought. Abi chose that moment to push past me like a football player. I was on the ground and she was trampling over me with every last one of the clown dolls in her arms. I sprung up, trying to keep her from doing it, but it was already too late.
She raised all of the dolls above the trash can and stepped on the foot pedal to open the lid. It happened in slow motion for me. I watched each of the dolls drop into the trash can. I tried so hard to get there in time, but by the time I reached the trash can, the clown dolls were already at the bottom. I reached inside the trash can and felt that it was hot to the touch. I couldn't snatch the dolls out without burning myself.