Kinky's Carnival

Cleo didn’t know why she followed the group of clowns toward a few games set up on the other side of the massive tent.

She was so mortified from the merman experience that she couldn’t even look at anyone around her, knowing there had been witnesses to everything.

Her dress, panties and hair had miraculously dried as soon as she’d left the petting zoo area, which just had to be another weird thing about this hellish dimension she’d found herself in.

But was it really Hell? So far, she’d just had the wildest sex of her life, submerged under water while a merman fucked her with a seaweed penis and then catapulted her into the air with his bubble cum.

Seemed a strange way to be punished for her sins, if this was some twisted version of Hell.

How had Sara found this place? And what was it, exactly? After everything Cleo seen so far, she knew without a doubt that something magical and monstrous was at play.

This was not some hallucination brought on by drugs. No way. She didn’t know how the hell it was possible, but this was real.

So then, why wasn’t she running for her life in the opposite direction?

Cleo knew the truth, but she was reluctant to admit it. She just couldn’t face the fact that she felt at home here, or that this was the most exciting night of her life, even if it was also the weirdest.

Two of the clowns stopped, turning in her direction to eye her far more appreciatively than the others.

They were both wearing the same silky, oversized clown suits, white face paint, circular red noses, and multicolored wigs.

The less imposing of the two stepped forward, bowing dramatically from the waist down before standing proudly in front of her. He was tall, and despite the exaggerated makeup, he was kind of hot.

His brows were painted black and set high on his forehead in a surprised expression, and he had rosy cheeks and a bright blue smile that stretched across his face.

“Sweet Tooth is the name, getting to your cream is my game,” he said with a chuckle, smiling widely.

Cleo’s mouth twitched in horrified fascination.

What did he just say?

The other clown rolled his eyes, shaking his head irritably, his red and orange wig bobbing just as dramatically.

He looked less excited than Sweet Tooth, but maybe that was because of his makeup, which was very different and extremely sinister.

He still had white face paint, but his black eyebrows were drawn on in angry, thin arches, and his smile was painted black with paint dripping down the sides as though it had partly melted.

When he noticed her staring at him, he actually smiled, and she gasped when she noticed his teeth were pristine white and pointed. Sharp.

“I’m Twisted,” he rumbled, eyes flashing black as he held out a hand.

She took it, and his skin was warm in hers as he led her toward a dunk tank.

The base of it was made of gray plastic, standing as high as her stomach. The top was clear plastic with two medium-sized holes cut into the front, allowing her to look into the tank.

She could see a seat with a large hole in the center, odd straps attached to either side of the tank’s edge and a square box set beneath the seat.

Next to the dunk tank was a flat tarp with a picture of a naked female clown, bullseyes drawn on her breasts, vagina and face. A basket of balls sat on the floor by the tarp.

Written in neon bubble letters across the base of the tank were the words “THE WETTER THE BETTER.”

She paused in front of it, confused.

“You’re going to dunk me in water?” Cleo looked over the edge again, eyes connecting with the very empty bottom of the tank.

Where the hell was the water?

Sweet Tooth giggled as he walked up to her, his rainbow-colored afro wig bouncing about as he shook his head. “No, we’re going to make you wet.”

Twisted pressed into her from behind, the silky material of his oversized clown suit caressing her skin. She had to admit, the smoothness of it was nice to the touch. “We’re going to have so much fun,” he whispered. “So much twisted fun, our little Auguste.”

“Auguste?” What was that?

Sweet Tooth only laughed louder, the sound growing more unhinged. Unnerved, Cleo turned around, wondering if maybe she should leave after all.

These two were intriguing, but she had a distinct feeling they were far more wicked than even the merman had been. She didn’t know if she could handle whatever they were planning to do to her.

Twisted cupped her face, stepping forward until she was pressed into the side of the tank.

This close, she could see just how dark his eyes were. And they were black. Completely and utterly black. And his teeth were just as sharp as she’d first suspected. Had he filed them into points?

He ground his hips into hers, only the material of his suit must have been getting in the way because he didn’t feel quite right to her.

“Don’t be scared, little Auguste. The fun with you is only just beginning.” He leaned in, nipping her lower lip with his razor sharp teeth. “I can’t wait to play with you.”

Cleo’s mind went blank as desire surged to the forefront, threatening to make her knees buckle.

How was a clown turning her on right now?

He opened a side panel to the tank, helping Cleo up a short set of stairs before she could even process what was happening. The tank was large enough for them to both fit, and the seat was right at eye level.

This close, she could see that the large square box beneath the seat was some version of a jack-in-the-box toy.

But it was bigger than any she’d seen before, and the wind-up handle on the side was connected by a yo-yo string that went out the side of the tank and disappeared next to the naked clown tarp.

Twisted grabbed her by the hips, lifting her into the metal seat. The hole in the middle of it was bigger than she thought, and immediately all sorts of ideas sprang to mind.

Why exactly was there a large, circular hole there?

Twisted chuckled as she attempted to adjust herself, snatching up one of her legs and dragging her foot to the right until he had her strapped into the side of the tank.

He did the same to her other foot until she was spread out, completely exposed.

Luckily she was still wearing her underwear, but Twisted must have been reading her mind, because he lifted up her polka-dot sundress and pressed his face between her thighs.

“What are you—”

She felt his breath and then a pinch as he bit her underwear and tugged.

Cleo gasped in shock at the sting as her underwear was ripped off of her in one go. She felt air hit her from the bottom of the seat, and trepidation filled her as she realized her pussy was spread out over the hole.

Twisted chuckled, bunching her skirt up around her waist. Then he grabbed her hands, pulling her forward.

He put each hand through the holes in the clear plastic in front of her, the new position exposing her pussy perfectly over the hole in her seat.

“I wouldn’t move back, otherwise you’ll get a visit to clown alley you weren’t expecting,” he whispered heatedly.

“Cl-clown alley?”

“That’s what we call it when we fuck your ass.” Sweet Tooth giggled again, jumping up and down.

His large shoes clacked on the floor with each movement, and Cleo’s mouth dried. But in horror or anticipation, she wasn’t quite sure.

Twisted left the dunk tank, grabbing the basket of balls and bringing them over to Sweet Tooth.

“Do you want to go first?”

“Yes!”

Sweet Tooth grabbed a ball, winding his arms dramatically before launching it aggressively at the tarp. Twisted dropped the basket at the other clown’s feet as the ball sailed through the air.

Cleo tensed, expecting something horrifying to happen, but the ball went wide, missing the tarp completely.

“Aw, shucks! How am I supposed to get the cream now?” Sweet Tooth whined, kicking at the dirt.

“Try again,” Twisted said, taking Cleo’s hands through the plastic as Sweet Tooth did just that. He leaned down, bringing her fingers to his mouth and nipping the pads.

“I can’t wait to eat you up, Auguste,” he whispered darkly. His eyes flashed blood-red and Cleo jerked back.

She didn’t get very far though—she was so distracted by him that she didn’t notice Sweet Tooth had thrown another ball.

He yelled in triumph as it hit a bullseye on the tarp.

There was a small wind-up sound as the yo-yo string went taut, and then carnival music began to play beneath her seat.

“What’s happening?” She tried to glance around but couldn’t get a good view.

“This is the best part.” Twisted smirked. “I wonder what you’ll get.”

Before she could ask what he meant, there was a loud crescendo of music as the box beneath her sprang open.

A shocked cry passed her lips as something cold and hard sank into her pussy.

It pumped into her steadily, and her mouth dropped open as it began to vibrate, nearly cleaving her in two as it went as deep as it could go, hitting her cervix with precision.

“Oh my god,” Cleo cried, and Twisted intertwined their fingers, watching her hungrily as she was literally fucked by some kind of instrument beneath her.

She couldn’t look away from his black eyes as the music played on, panting roughly as she shook in her seat, her arousal seeping out of her with each pump of the device.

“Somebody’s creaming for us already,” Sweet Tooth exclaimed, reaching down for another ball right as the device ceased vibrating before sliding out of her completely. The music finished and the box snapped closed.

“It stopped?” No! She’d been so close to coming!

“Don’t worry, there will be others,” Twisted reassured her with a lick of his lips.

Sweet Tooth wound up another pitch, taking his time before he launched the ball at the tarp.

It hit again, and the yo-yo string went taut again.

Her body tensed as music filled the tank, the box springing open once more.

But this time, a wet, hot tongue slid over the lips of her pussy, and Cleo’s head snapped back in shock as it plunged into her aching cunt, stroking her.

It slid into her over and over, stiffening as it worked its way further in, lapping at her inner walls until she was crying out, begging for more.

“She tastes so good!” Sweet Tooth exclaimed as Cleo shook in her seat, a ragged moan leaving her. “So much cream!”

How—how the hell did he know what she tasted like? Surely he couldn’t—

Cleo’s eyes found the clown’s. He winked at her, licking his lips hungrily, and as he did, the tongue flicked inside her, following his movements exactly.

She didn’t know how it was possible. What the fuck kind of magic was this? But he was licking her cunt from across the room, and she was helpless to resist.

Cleo squeezed her eyes shut, choosing to focus on the fire spreading through her body opposed to the absurdity of this entire situation.

A clown was eating her out, and she fucking loved it.

His tongue slipped through her cunt again, filling her before it slid out and up through her folds, the tip finding her clit and flicking it over and over.

“Please, don’t stop!” Cleo begged, even as she heard the music begin to slow, threatening to take away the tongue she so desperately needed to come on.

Twisted chuckled, nipping her fingers that he still held in his hands.

“Oh, Auguste, we’re not nearly done with you.”

The tongue speared her once more, and that was all it took. Cleo came with a hoarse cry, arching in her seat to take it as deep as she could. Her legs trembled and her muscles began to ache as she rode out her orgasm.

The tongue slipped out of her as the music stopped abruptly, leaving her reeling and achy, wondering how the hell any of this had just happened.

Twisted let go of her, and she fell back in her seat, her hands slipping from the plastic holes as she struggled to get her breathing under control.

Her pussy fluttered wildly, seeking the tongue that was no longer filling her. She was soaking wet, dripping from her aching channel as Twisted watched, his black eyes narrowing.

“Are you ready for us to chase you down and fuck you?” he asked casually.

Her heart sped up, anticipation filling her almost as deviously as everything else had.

“Why would I run?” she asked, shocked that she was actually serious. She didn’t want to run; she wanted to rip her dress off and let them do whatever they wanted to her.

He smiled then, but his face contorted, shifting before her eyes until the clown looking back at her wasn’t a man at all.

He was a demon. A monster. His head tilted and the monstrous image disappeared, but she’d seen it. Glowing black eyes, black and red skin, antlers that sprouted from his head.

Too much crazy shit had happened to her tonight for that to not have been real.

“When Sweet Tooth and I get you, we’ll either fuck you his way or mine. You might not survive what I want to do to you.”

He opened the tank for her, taking a step back.

His grin was pure wickedness as he leaned forward. She felt herself stiffen, barely daring to breathe as she waited for him to say something.

“Run for us, Auguste. Let’s see how far you get.”