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.
It was almost nighttime and my dad had worn my asshole raw several hours earlier. The smell of meth still lingered through the tiny house from my dad's smoking. I knew the smell well, having grown up being hotboxed in the shanty my parents had moved us to when we were too young to remember. My sister, Abigail and I hadn't known how dangerous meth was when we were younger. All we knew was that it made our parents into other people, people we didn't like.
Abi and I had vowed to never smoke meth and I was certain that Abi would never do so, not after everything our parents had done to us. It was more what they hadn't done for us, the sting of neglect burning in our hearts throughout our formative years. Still, we both longed to be loved by our parents. Maybe that was why letting my father fuck my ass until he was through with me didn't seem so bad. In fact, it was the time I had felt closest to my father.
Abi still hadn't returned home and if I had known where she was, I would have gone there and retrieved her. I didn't like the thought of her alone with our parents anywhere. I had always been there as her buffer. I kept her safe from them and yet she didn't see it that way. She always thought I was trying to keep our parents from her when I was really just trying to shield her from learning about who they really were. I got into bed, feeling more alone than ever.
"Oh, Abi! I miss you!" I called out as if Abi could hear me. She had told me she was at the "other house" but I didn't know what that meant or where it was. I fell into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of clowns. In the dream, I saw a pile of clown dolls as tall as a mountain. I picked up one of the dolls in my dream and it turned to dust in my hands.
"Hey!" I called, as the dust settled to the floor and all over the nightgown I was wearing in my dream. The dust was white, like talcum powder.
"Wake up, sis! Wake up! Wake up!" I woke up as soon as I heard Abi. She was in my room with me.
"I'm awake! Where have you been?" I asked as urgently as someone who just woke up can muster. I felt like if I didn't grab her, Abi might slip away from me forever. I had never felt this distanced from her and I didn't like the way that it felt.
"Don't be mad," she said with a lilt in her voice I had never heard.
"Are you okay, Abi?" I asked tentatively. She was wearing clown makeup all over her face and her hair was in pigtails. She looked a bit deranged and I wasn't sure what it was that was different about her but it didn't take me long to figure it out. "Have you been smoking meth?"
"Don't be mad! Mom and Dad told me it was okay, so I can complete the job they want me to do. I need the energy," she tried to explain.
"What job, Abi? What are our parents making you do?"
"The clown dolls. I was supposed to bring them back and stack them in the kitchen for you to find, but since we're sisters I'll just tell you where they are and I'll help you throw them in the trash."
"I'm not throwing those dolls in the trash!"
"Get up, Janay! Come on!" Abi pulled at me like she was a small child and I was her parent until I was up and out of the bed. She led me through the dark house and out to our dad's old pickup truck that Abi had driven there. The passenger's side was filled with clown dolls and so was the bed of the truck. There must have been a couple of hundred clown dolls in there.
"How are we supposed to carry all these inside or fit them in the trash can?" I asked Abi as if she knew.
"I think the big trash cans on the side of the house will work, let's just wheel one out here."
"Abi, I don't want the clowns to come. I'm not throwing away the dolls!"
"Yes, you do, Janay! Trust me! You want the clowns to come!"
"No, I don't! I'm not getting raped again! Dad fucked me up!"
"He fucked me up too but you don't see me being a pussy and complaining about it, Janay. You're such a baby! That's why you're still here and not at the other house."
"Where is this other house?" I asked her.
"You'll see! But first, you have to throw these clown dolls into the trash." Abi walked to the side of the house and wheeled out the large black trash can we kept there. She opened the lid and began to toss clown dolls into it. I watched her, tired and distraught by her actions. How could she want to be raped again after everything we had been through? How could she do meth at a time like this? Didn't she remember her promise to me and to herself? We had sworn to each other that we would never do that drug. We had sworn it!
I was visibly upset by the time the last doll was in the trash can. It had taken two huge trash cans to fit all the dolls. I watched as car after car pulled up to our driveway. Our front yard was filled with clowns. Our neighbors were starting to come out of their houses to view the spectacle. The clowns grabbed the large trash cans and began to hoist them into truck beds and stuff them in trunks.
"Time to collect," the clowns laughed.
"I get the dark-haired one!" one of the clowns laughed as he grabbed me, took me in the house, and bent me over. I prayed that he wouldn't fuck me in the ass. It was so sore from my father fucking me that I knew I wouldn't be able to handle another fuck so soon. I don't know if he knew how badly he was hurting me, but that clown forced his cock into my ass and fucked me even harder than my daddy had.
The clowns had Abi, but she didn't seem alarmed. In fact, she seemed to be at peace with the fact that she was now a rape treat for all these clowns. I knew that this was somehow related to my parents and their stupid way of doing things. They couldn't just run a normal business. They had to run drugs, and they had to somehow involve me and Abi in the process. I was so angry as I took the ceaseless ass-pounding from clown after clown.
