EroticReverie

Cecelia

I fucking scream when I turn a corner, and am met with half a dozen actors all dressed in clown costumes. This is so much worse than the fun house. These clowns fucking MOVE. My rational brain knows that they're just people in hideos clown costumes with fake masks, but it doesnt matter, they fucking terrify me. I turn and run right into Ryker, his hands grabbing my arms.

"The only way out, is through Cecelia." His voice hums as I can hear the oncoming footsteps from the actors through the half cut cornstalks, the rustle of their feet and legs, their voices taunting me and Ryker, as hot tears fill my eyes. 

"Please" I cry, frozen in fear, my hands gripping onto his shirt as I shake , burying my face into his chest. 

"Get me out of- of here" I say, starting to hyperventilate. 

I don't know why I was begging the man who fucking brought me here purposely to terrify me. He wasn't going to fucking get me out of here. This got him off. My terror made him hard and excited him. What the hell was I doing? Why did I want this fucked up man? Why did some part of me like that he was cruel enough to use my fears against me. 

"Ryker please!" I wail. "Please!" I scream as the actors grow closer and closer and my body shakes violently and I scream again as one of them touches me. They can't touch me. There are rules! Why were they fucking touching me!? 

"Please!" I scream, crying as I cling to Ryker, my hands clutching his shirt as I feel an arm hook around my middle. 

"No!" I scream. "No!" I cry fucking bloody murder as the arm snags me backwards, pulling me from Ryker, my hands still holding his shirt. My tear filled eyes lifting to Ryker, ready to beg some more when I see the wicked curve of his lips. There were rules. Rules that they had to follow. Unless the man who owned the fun house, AND the fucking nightmare I was currently inside of. 

"Be brave doll." he smiles as my hands are pulled from his shirt. 

"Let go of me!" I scream, crying kicking, hands grabbing every kicking and flailing limb, as I'm brought down to the ground, six different men in clown masks surrounding me, thier hands and knees , pinning my arms and legs to the ground, and my mouth is shoved full of a fabric , fingers stuff and shove it into my mouth as I scream. Their voices taunting me. 

"We just want to play Cecelia" a male voice says in a voice that sounds all too much like a derranged clown. The masks, a few of them are basic clown masks, a few scary, with maniacal upturned wicked smiled and terrifying glowing eyes. Warm liquid soaks my shorts. I cry harder. I piss myself with fear. Hot tears streaming down my cheeks, and I sob into the gag as I thrash against their hold. Their hands touch my body, my stomach, my face, my arms, my legs. None of them touching my breasts or pussy, apparently Ryker had given them rules. but ones hands slides close to my shorts.

"I think she pissed herself." he chuckles. 

The others laugh and I scream into the gag. 

"She's pissed herself boss." They say, seeming to stop, all with their hold still on me. 

"She's fine." Rykers voice comes from nearby, and I see him, my eyes going to him as the hands continue to roam my body, and the one guy who found my soaked shorts, rubs his hand over the crotch of my jean shorts and grabs my pussy. I scream harder. My eyes on Ryker, he watches, his eyes on my then on the hand between my legs, his hand on his cock through his pants. 

Maybe he didn't give them any rules, and maybe this wasn't just a game, because now their hands are up over my shirt, over my breasts, another hand pulling up my shirt, and another unbuttoning my shorts as I thrash, screaming and crying.

Hands grops my bare tits, and a face leans down, mask lifting, a warm mouth sucking at my nipple as I thrash and cry. Another mouth on the other, hands yanking my shorts down, along with my panties, my shirt pulled off, my flailing arms and legs repinned as I lay naked and vulnerable under them. 

They taunt me as they touch me, gloved hands rubbing my pussy, their hands pushing each others out of the way to get their hands on my body as Ryker, stands to the side, his cock is out, in his hand, he's jerking off as he watches me, tears streaming down my face. I was going to kill him. A finger sinks into me and my hips thrash upward as I scream, Ryker groans as the finger slides out and back into me. Again and again. My pussy clenching and my hips bucking, and my body fights against the touch of their hands. 

"Are you having fun Cecelia?" Ryker groans and strokes himself faster and I try to kick and try to pull at my hands, the finger inside of me, moving out and rubbing my clit. 

"Fuck she's wet" the guy groans and then I watch his glove come off , and then he's sliding two fingers inside of me, pumping them as I scream and my body grows slick with sweat from the fight of trying to get away from them. 

"You want it to end Cecelia....then you'll cum." Ryker groans. 

"You'll cum like the sick little twisted doll that you are Cecelia." he says. 

"We both know you want this....they know it too......you'll cum like a good little doll Cecelia....cum for the nice clown Cecelia." Ryker taunts as the mean keep sucking my tits, m biting them gently and pulling with their teeth, my cunt growing wetter and wetter. I hated him, I hated Ryker, I hated these men. I'd slap the shit out of Ryker for this, no matter how wet I was getting from him making me bait for them. Letting them do what they wanted to me, letting them touch me, and taste my body and feel me from the inside with their fingers. 

I moan, my head going back. 

"Take her gag out." Ryker says. Clearly he can see the lust overriding the fear, can tell my need to cum has surpassed my need to run. The fabric is pulled from my mouth. 

I moan and the men all groan, mouths still licking and sucking at my breasts, kissing my stomach, as the one man still fingers me, hooking his fingers inside of me, and another mans hands rubbing my clit now. 

"oh god" I cry, whimpering as I pant, laying in the fucking field, wondering how the hell I've gotten here. 

"ryker" I cry.

"shhhhh, cum Cecelia....just cum like a good girl for the nice clowns...they want to make you cum Cecelia...let them make you cum." 

I fight it, but not for long, within a few more seconds I feel myself cumming hard , the men all laughing, groaning and cursing as they watch me cum undone. My body lights up, my orgasm crashing through me as I scream out, this time no fear in my voice, just the pleasure i'm being given. The fingers keep at my clit, forcing another orgasm from me, my legs quivering, but pinned in place. 

"Dont stop. Keep her cumming." Ryker commands. The mans hand moving still, his fingers rubbing my clit as I scream. It was too much. 

"Gag her." Ryker says, the fabric being shoved back into my mouth. Fingers penetrate me again as my pussy throbs and aches, they fuck me deeper this time, harder. They're different fingers, and new fingers replace the ones on my clit as they switch spots. 

"You'll be done once you cum for all of them Cecelia." Ryker says and I scream behind my gag as my clit is tortured, so sensitive and swollen as I keep cumming. I cant even think, losing all sense of what's going on as my body becomes theirs and not my own. I'm made into entertainment for half a dozen men that took Rykers permission to my body, as if it didnt belong to me. They were assaulting me, and I....was cumming. Again and again. 

I'm not sure how many times I cum before it's over, I'm left naked and panting as the men in clown costumes leave me there, Ryker standing over me, his hard cock in his hand. 

"On your knees Cecelia." he groans and I just fucking tremble. Because I actually can not move. My body is overwhelmed, and now is going back to being flooded with fear. What else did he have planned? Was the worst over? 

"I said, on your fucking knees Cecelia, don't make me say it again." Ryker demands and I whimper. 

"I cant move" I shake , trembling. 

"You better Cecelia." he says and steps closer and I try to push myself up, my limbs shaking , Ryker reaches down, grabbing my hair and I yelp as he pulls me by my hair to my knees.

"Suck my cock Cecelia" he groans. "Suck the cock that's going to fuck that tight little cunt tonight." 

I wanted to slap him, and tell him to go fuck himself, but I also....wanted to obey him. 

My mouth opens and I take him in my mouth as my eyes look up at him. 

The corner of his mouth lifts high as he grins. 

"What a good little doll." He says and strokes my hair and then grabs the back of my head and starts to thrust, pushing his too big cock into my mouth further, making my lips stretch around him and he groans. 

"Good fucking girl Cecelia." he groans and keeps fucking my mouth and I feel like my jaw is going to break with how wide my mouth has to open to fit him inside this much. 

"Mmm, fuck you're so pretty when you cry Cecelia, watching you get that pretty little body violated.....those pretty tears.....did you enjoy that Cecelia?" he grins down at me. 

"No need to to answer.....I already know you did.....you're a fucked up girl Cecelia.....MY fucked up girl....now drink my cum , doll....and say thank you when you're finished."