Tears of a Clown
Part I — Startled
“Hello, Kinsey.”
The teenager shook her head but it was to no avail. Whatever it was that was covering her head stayed firmly in place. “Who are you?”
“We’re your friends.”
Kinsey Everson found that hard to believe. “If you’re my friends, then why do you have me tied up?”
“Because we don’t want you to get away.”
The girl growled as she tried to shake herself against her restraints but whatever it was she was tied to, it held firm. “Friends don’t tie friends up,” she said.
“We do.”
Kinsey shook herself against her restraints again and once again, her efforts were ineffective. “Listen, if you let me go—”
“You won’t tell anyone about us. Yes, we know.”
That irritated Kinsey even more that whoever it was had been able to anticipate what she’d been about to say. “My daddy—”
“Is a rich man. Yes, we know that, too.”
“Are you trying to kidnap me? Because if you are, it won’t work.”
“We’re not trying to kidnap you,” the voice said. “You’re our friend, and want you to stay with us forever.”
Once more, Kinsey Everson tried to shake herself free, and just like all the other times, it was just as ineffective. “Why won’t you show yourself,” the girl said.
“You want to see us?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to see you.”
“You might not like it.”
Kinsey shook herself against her restraints. “God damn it,” she said. “I want to see you.”
“Okay.”
At last, Kinsey thought. At last, it felt like she was finally getting somewhere. At last, she was finally going to see these slime balls who were holding her captive and then ...
The hood was removed and Kinsey blinked as her eyes tried to adjust themselves to the light. She blinked again. It couldn’t be. What she was looking at was ... what she was looking at was clowns, real clowns, clown guys wearing clown make-up.
There were three of them, all standing there and all looking down at her. The one off to her left was holding the hood she’d been wearing. His clown make-up almost made him look compassionate, but Kinsey hardly thought that was the case. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“Quite a mouth she’s got on her,” said the clown in the middle. As far as Kinsey could tell, this was the first time she’d heard him speak.
“She’ll learn,” said the one holding the hood. He was clearly the one who’d been speaking before.
“God damn it,” the girl raged. “Let me go you god damned fucking clowns.”
“She’s got a lot to learn,” the second clown said.
The first clown nodded. “No time like the present then, don’t you think?”
“No time,” agreed the second clown.
Kinsey might have offered her own opinion if it hadn’t been for the third clown, the one who up to that point still hadn’t spoken. He grabbed her by the hair and he pulled her head back and before the girl could object, he was smearing a wet towel over her face. “That’s it,” the girl heard the clown say. “That’s it. Surrender to what your body wants to be.”
What the fuck?! That’s what the girl was thinking. What the fuck! She was going to give this ass hole a piece of her mind ...
Only ...
Only what?
That was the question, wasn’t it. She’d meant to tell the jerk off, only ...
Only it felt good what he was doing.
Only it felt really good.
“That’s it,” the clown was saying. “That’s it. Surrender to what your body wants to be.”
Surrender, Kinsey was thinking. Surrender. She shouldn’t be doing that, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why.
And besides, now that she was thinking about it, the very thought of it sounded almost ... almost sexy and ... and seductive.
Surrender. What was wrong with that?
Kinsey shook her head or at least she tried to but the cloth was back again. It was smothering her ... but it wasn’t
“Let ... me ... go,” the teen tried to cry out.
But if the man heard her, he certainly wasn’t paying any attention to her. Instead, the cloth was back again, being held over her mouth and her nose and her eyes.
“Surrender,” the man said.
Yeah, Kinsey thought. Yeah. Surrender.
“I think it’s time,” the clown was saying even as he continued to rub the cloth over Kinsey’s face. The girl was no longer offering up any resistance. “I think it’s time we showed everyone who you really were.”
Kinsey said nothing.
“Let’s show the world who you really are.”
Kinsey looked on blankly as the man turned her around. She hadn’t even realized she’d been sitting on a stool but now there she was staring into a vanity mirror.
The man picked up a jar from the vanity. “Before we start this, we need to give you a name.”
The girl just stared at herself in the mirror, all of her past aggressiveness seemingly wiped away.
“How about we call you Sexy. Sexy the Clown. Isn’t that a good name for you?”
For a moment, it seemed as if the girl was going to object but then the clown wiped her face with the cloth again.
“Sexy the Clown,” the man said. “That’s the perfect name for you, isn’t it?”
The teenager looked into the mirror and she nodded. Sexy the Clown. Of course. That was the perfect name for her.
“Say it the man said. What’s your name?”
“Sexy,” the girl said. “Sexy the Clown,” and it did feel so right when she said it.
The man unscrewed the top from the jar he was holding and he used a cloth to scoop out some of the contents of the jar and he started to apply it to the girl’s face. “That’s it,” the man told her. “That’s it. Keep saying that. Keep saying your name for me.”
It was a white makeup that was being smeared across her whole face. Sexy the Clown didn’t mind having a white face. In fact, she relished it. She was after all, a clown, but the girl, Kinsey, the girl was still inside there, too, and she couldn’t believe what these people were doing to her, but it was Sexy who was in charge of her body, and Sexy didn’t mind going along with whatever these men wanted.
This was insane, Kinsey tried to tell herself as she watched the finishing touches being applied to the base make-up and yet she was powerless to stop it.
“Now,” said the man. “What kind of face should we give to our dear, little Sexy.”
Either the question was rhetorical or none of the other men had any answers because no one gave him an answer.
“How about we give Sexy here a new outlook on life.”
A new outlook, Kinsey thought. What the hell was he talking about.
“Our girl Sexy here seems to think she’s in charge. I think she needs to learn that she’s in charge of nothing.”
Fuck you, Kinsey thought. Turn me loose from here and I’ll put myself in charge of kicking your butt.
But already, the man was starting to paint on her face. He worked on the eyes first, giving them a wide open look, like she was in a perpetual state of shock.
The girl couldn’t help but look. She didn’t want to but she had to. These guys scared her.
Not scared, she corrected herself. She wasn’t scared. Maybe she should be, but she wasn’t scared. She was ...
Startled. That’s what she was. She was startled. Startled and ... and flighty.
The man was drawing in her mouth now. She looked like her mouth was perpetually saying, “Oh.”
The man stepped back and looked at the girl. “Let’s have a look at you, Sexy.”
Once more, the girl was spun back around and she couldn’t help but gasp. She didn’t understand it but all of a sudden, she just felt so jumpy. She felt frightened and unsure of herself, like the image that was drawn on her face.
“Oh my,” said the clown who seemed to be the spokesman for the group. “Would you look at you. You look so cute. The boys are just going to love getting a look at you.”
Boys? What boys?
“Come along, Sexy. We have to get you dressed.”
Sexy stood up. If never occurred to her that her hands were no longer bound like they had been before. She followed the men to a rack of clothes.
“Take off what you’re wearing,” the clown spokesman said.
Sexy jumped skittishly.
“Take off what you’re wearing,” the man said again.
She’d better do what she was told to do, Sexy told herself. She wasn’t sure why. She was just sure she should.
She took her top off and she handed it to one of the men. Next came her jeans. She kicked off her shoes and she wiggled her hips as she finally wriggled her way out of those. She only hesitated for a moment before she was taking off her bra and then moments later, her panties were gone, too.
It wasn’t long before the girl was dressed once more again, but this time it was in a pair of black, crotchless panties, and in a little, black bra that seemed designed to show off the girl’s tits and in a clown suit that was open around the waist and was so sheer that it did absolutely nothing to the body contained within. A red wig completed the picture. “There you go,” said the spokesman for the group. “Now, you’re ready, Sexy.”
The girl said nothing but then if she’d thought about it, she would have realized that she hadn’t said anything since the one man had painted her face with its clown make-up.
“We’ve got a surprise for you, Sexy,” said the clown spokesman.
Sexy’s eyes seemed to open even wider at that news.
“You’ve got a show to put on tonight,” the man said, “and I think maybe you’ll recognize some of the people in the audience.”
Still, Sexy said nothing but she wanted to know just who the heck was waiting for her.
“Should we go see who it is?”
Sexy nodded. All this mystery and intrigue, it was really starting to turn her on.
The man grinned. “Let’s go see then.”
The three men led the girl forward and suddenly they were moving past a set of double doors and into a room filled with men. “And here they are,” a man’s voice roared over a loudspeaker as the four clowns entered. “It’s the act you’ve all been waiting for, the Family Nuestra.”
The what? the girl asked herself. What had the man called her?
Whatever it was, the male clowns seemed right at home in the spotlight. This place had the feel of a night club. People were gathered around watching the stage and the other clowns, they’d all made their way to the stage, but Sexy had the feeling that while the stage was the place for them, it wasn’t the place for her.
“Hey, baby,” she heard a man say.
Sexy whirled to find a man standing there holding a beer. He’d startled her.
“My, my, aren’t you the frisky one,” said another man and Sexy whirled to face him.
“I think she needs something to take the edge off,” said a third man.
Sexy whirled yet again. Where had all these men come from, and why was it making her so horny?
“I think someone needs to settle down,” said the first man.
She should run, the girl told herself. She should run away.
“I have something to settle her down,” said the third man and when Sexy turned to face him, the man pushed her to her knees. “I think you know what to do with this,” he said as he tapped his pants just below the belt.
No, the girl tried to tell herself. No. This wasn’t right only every time she tried to tell herself that, she kept thinking back to that image of her in the mirror. She might have looked startled but what if that wasn’t all she was.
“You know what to do,” the man in front of her said.
The image came unbidden into her mind. Her startled mouth painted into a perfect ‘O’. That mouth sliding down over a man’s cock. She’d never sucked a man’s cock before but suddenly, she knew she had to do it.
“You know what to do,” the man said again.
Suddenly, her hands were moving. Suddenly, she was opening the man’s jeans and then she was pulling them down. Her hands came up again and she tugged at the man’s underwear and she couldn’t help but moan as his cock suddenly popped into view.
“You know what to do,” the man said yet again.
She wrapped her hand around the man’s cock and her mouth formed itself into a perfect ‘O’ just like the one that had been painted on her face, and in the next instant, she was shoving her mouth down over the man’s cock.
Someone else was trying to get her attention off to the side. At first, she didn’t want to give up her place on the one man’s cock, but for some reason, she knew she had to. She pulled her mouth free from the cock she was sucking and she turned to look and see who it was.
It was the second man or rather it was his cock which was being tapped against her head.
Sexy knew what to do with that. She wrapped her mouth around the man’s cock and she slid him deep inside her mouth.
And even as she sucked on that cock, someone else was trying to get her attention. She turned her mouth and there was another cock for her to suck.
Mmm. A cock in her mouth and two in her hands. Did it get any better than that?
She traded places between her mouth and one of her hands.
Mmm. Her mouth was the perfect cock sucking receptacle.
The weird thing was she knew these men. They worked with her daddy but what were they doing here at this club.
Once more, her mouth and one of her hands traded places. Mmm, she liked this. She wondered what ...
Of course, it wasn’t like they could recognize her. Not the way she was now. Not the way her face was covered in make-up so she wondered ...
What would it be like to taste their cum?
Mmm. She switched cocks again. She’d never wanted to do that before. She’d never even wanted to suck a guy’s cock before much less have him cum in her mouth.
But she was Sexy the Clown. She was Sexy with the perfect cock sucking mouth.
She switched cocks again.
And besides, the men were willing.
The men were very willing.
The man she was sucking groaned and in the next instant, he was cumming. He was cumming in Sexy’s mouth and the clown groaned as she sucked him harder. For the moment at least, her attention was fully on that one man. She let his cock slip from her mouth and then she was jerking him off and making him cum all over her pretty, little clown face.
And when he was done, Sexy turned her attention back to the other two. “Who’s next?” she wanted to ask but something stopped her. Instead, she just grabbed those cocks and took turns sucking on the two cocks.
“Oh fuck,” one of the men groaned.
The other man said nothing but it was clear he was pretty much of the same opinion.
She was going to make them cum, the clown told herself. It was what Sexy did.
“Oh fuck,” the first man groaned and Sexy sucked him harder.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again, only this time, it wasn’t just his mouth that was responding to the clown’s attentions.
Sexy decided she loved the taste of cum and when the third man started to cum on her face, she turned to face his so she could taste him, too.
It wasn’t long before other men saw what she was doing and for the rest of the evening, Sexy pretty much spent the whole time with a dick in her mouth or in her face and she’d loved every moment of it even if they did sometimes startle her, but then hey, that was who she was. She was Sexy the Clown, and she loved to suck cock.