Will post links to previous parts in comments. Recommend reading them first for context and build up. They're pretty spicy too. All feedback welcome.

Jordan’s Fantasy: Part 3

Whoa, I can’t believe this is actually happening. Ahhhh. I feel like I’m gonna faint. He’s soo hot. Jordan giddily reflected on the decisions which brought her here. Finally she had gotten over her social anxieties enough not to flee when a boy asked her out.

Kyle removed his shirt displaying the lithe yet toned body underneath. His abs flexed and twitched as he moved in to kiss her. Mwuah mwuah Jordan felt awkward and inexperienced, but Kyle gracefully caught her tongue with his own and guided her as they explored each other's mouths. He smelled of sweat, musk, and cheap cologne. Probably spent the day skateboarding before meeting up with her.

Kyle had been Jordan’s college crush since she first learned of his existence. He was tall, tan, and had messy brown hair that was always covering his eyes. He began tearing off Jordan’s clothes. Literally. Ripping them off her body with inhuman strength. “K-Kyle?!”

In moments Jordan was naked before her crush. She blushed feverishly, but the hungry way he stared left her terribly wet. Kyle smirked as his eyes crept down her body. “You look so much sexier this way” he said. Jordan felt her body temperature raise. Followed his eyes and saw what he was fixated on. Her pussy was gushing, grool dripping onto the bedroom floor. “Ooo ooh” she cried, embarrassed to be seen like this. “I-I’m sorry” apologizing and closing her legs, she didn’t know what’s gotten into her… or him.

“Kyle I-I-I-AYEEE” Jordan screeches as Kyle pounces. Forcing himself on top of her as they fall backwards onto the bed. “You’re a fine piece of fucking meat” he growls into ear. She squirms underneath as his hands rake into her flesh, digging into muscle and squishing fat out between his fingers. “Ow Ow Ahh” He’s so forceful. This really hurts!

Jordan’s crush appears totally enamored and enjoy’s how she writhes to his touch. It's like he's possessed. He's so into me. Why is this so… so… hot! Wet sensations tickled her thigh. Looking down she sees his massive cock profusely leaking precum onto her. She gazed at it with need, panting and moaning. Suddenly he threw her legs over his shoulders. Putting Jordan in a mating press. She could feel the tip of his cock against the opening of her vagina. Biting her lip and mewling she knitted her eyebrows, breathing heavily and erratically through her nose. Just the positioning outside her eager frothing hole was ruining her. Her pussy was swollen, sore, and hypersensitive like she had already climaxed a dozen times. Unable to contain her lust Jordan shook ferociously yet was locked under Kyle's mating press. In one quick powerful movement he pinned both her arms above her head. Jordan screamed “FUUCK MEEE! PLEEASE FUCK ME PLEASE! “TAKE MY VIRGINITY! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE! AHHHH!”

Kyle took her like an animal. Jordan’s desperate pleas twisted into something glottal, incoherent, and primal. It hurt. It relieved. It conquered. She twitched and flailed underneath him. Jordan didn’t last ten seconds. “I-I-I’M CU-UM-M-MINGG!!! OOOUUUH!” Right before that soul shattering climax could hit however, a horrible… burning… electrifying jolt violently ripped her from this fantasy…

And into a far more vivid reality. In an instant everything Jordan was feeling went up by an order of magnitude. Having already climaxed multiple times that day. The hardest, longest climaxes of her life at that. She could not have handled someone breathing too hard on her sore overexcited cunt. And currently it was getting absolutely demolished like somebody was pissed off with it.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK

Rough hands grasped Jordan tightly at the soft flesh of her abdomen just above her hips. Mighty fingers agonizingly hooked into her meat giving excellent grip of her oiled, sweaty, slick frame. This to drive home in rapid succession a monster cock pummeling her cervix out of the way. To sink deep into the stretched out recesses of her vaginal well. Over and over and over. Anal beads were pushed entirely into her ass till the hoop end stuck out like a little stub tail. From inside her asshole they press down through her perineum to sandwitch her g-spot between them and the girthy dick. The thighs of this evidently huge man battered her ass cheeks. Enveloping them in shockwaves which spread throughout her entire form making everything up to the cheeks on her face ripple. Newton's third law says for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Well, the force of each thrust bounced the man off her fat ass. He held on for dear life and used this rebound to his advantage. Letting it push him out so he only needed to concentrate on railing her as hard and fast as he could.

If Jordan was any less of a deviant, if she didn’t spend her free time skewering herself with the largest toys she could get her hands on, if her pussy wasn’t already swollen and slick, frustrated and mostly ignored as its owner gets teased and flustered, if she were an ordinary girl, this would be a hospitalizing experience. Jordan didn’t realize it but she had been training her entire adult life for this moment.

Eyes glazed over and rolling in different directions Jordan grit her teeth and growled at these new sudden discomforts. Then they shot wide open, lucid and clear, shaking in their sockets, as her consciousness began to process the raw electrical data sieging her brain. “OOOUuu-UHH WHOAAHH AHHHH OOOOO!!!” Jordan wailed incoherently out of a wide open mouth grimace. Too much!!! Oooh holy shit this is way too much!!!

Driven by instinct Jordan fought to escape the merciless pounding. Her ankles and shins buffeted against wooden posts and twisted while grinding against the heavy chains used to secure them. Tight enough to prevent her from significantly hurting herself yet excruciating nonetheless. Bound in the pink leash her wrists were held securely behind her neck. Keeping her arms up and away from her body while exposing her armpits. The end of her leash was tied around a wooden beam held a meter or so off her mid back by two wooden posts erected on each side of her. It held her neck up and forced a slight curve in her spine, else she choked herself terribly. Straining her wrists she frantically tried to untangle them only to choke herself further. Desperate, she quickly altered her strategy. Attempting to grab the leash for support. Jouncing about helplessly due to the aggressive fucking she had little success.

Preventing Jordan from breaking her neck the beam ran under the straps of her sling bikini. Evidently made from some material stronger than Jordan would have guessed her bikini stretched until she hung just above level with her hips. Its straps dug into soft flesh which puffed out around them. Humanely they put some sort of pad between the straps and her shoulders where the pressure was most severe. Though she could thrash in these elastic bonds it only served to increase her torment. Thin straps abraded her body. Vertiginous movement made her rough fucking nauseating and compleatly disorenting. As if waking to re-arranged insides wasn’t disorenting enough. Haphazardly her breasts swung, spectacularly slapping each other as they often struck.

It was a cruel predicament where Jordan had to battle choking herself and the tension building on her back as she helplessly bounced about. Struggling of any sort only made her situation worse. She had to fight her intrinsic nature to spasm and flee from the violent assault on her sex. Anything other than utter submission caused agony. Stabilizing herself was a herculean task. Unironically the man strenuously rearranging her insides conversely did not give a single fuck about her plight.

Meanwhile, as Jordan became physically attuned to the dilemma she had found herself in. Simultaneously, she got to watch the entire process unfold in high definition. At first she couldn’t even recognize the tangled mess of female and girlish pink attire. Displayed upon a great monitor taking up most of her field of vision. Just as Jordan was sorely regretting her commiserable failure of an escape she realized the girl screaming at her… was her. “AHHHHH AHHHHH OOOOOUUUU UHHHH AHHHH OOOOO!!!”

Under great duress she pulled together remnants of where she was and how she got here. Reliving all the humiliation a second time. Enraptured and unable to look away she studied the naive, lascivious imbecile. Shamefully plump, jiggling in her pink sling swimsuit. Her left breast slipped free of its strap and heart cover which fell inwards to cut across her belly and pushed the boob outwards. Unfettered, it flopped wildly and erratically in a manner she would have found quite galling if not for being one of many afflictions. The right boob’s heart shaped “rape me” cover was hanging on for dear life. Though off the nipple it kept the boob swinging in a tighter more predictable circular pattern. At irregular intervals the two loudly and painfully slapped into each other. The mismatch caused her body to tilt to the left making the situation that much more precarious.

An unyielding pinch penetrated the crevice where Jordan’s right thigh, perineum, and buttcheek met. Where the heart shaped “rape me” cover for her vagina was clipped with something directly into the fat there, out of the way. Tiny ripples cascaded across her inner thighs as the man slammed his sex into hers. Jutting from their cutouts in the tight pink latex stockings. There the skin was taut and springy.

An outline of Jordan’s own creamy grool traced where her panties once laid over her head. Now she spots them resting inside a large clear glass bowl portentously placed at the floor between her legs. Runny eyeliner and mascara formed blotchy pockets under her eyes where it had pooled around the panties. Surprisingly, most of her makeup was still there. Giving the impression of some edgy headshot for Vogue magazine, which somebody creamed all over. Obviously Jordan was no longer gagged. Demoralizing, as cruel irony would have it, since she was now incapable of protest or begging for mercy. Only incoherent howls and sputtered obscenities.

It was difficult for Jordan to associate the abjected girl screaming at her with herself. Despite feeling, OH FUCK was she feeling, every bit that girl was going through. As if to reassure Jordan it was really her, there was the driver's license with her full name, address, and photo hanging from the pink collar about her neck. The word “CUNT” scrawled across it yet hiding none of the identifying information beneath. Fluttering about tickling the top of her chest and occasionally, during particularly powerful thrusts, the inside of her neck. Large, obnoxious gold hoop earrings twirled and sparkled under her ears, delicately slapping her cheeks. In the same brilliant gold were the words “FREE” in one hoop, and “USE” in the other. FREE USE CUNT… Clever… Jordan took it in with sardonic sentiment. Ostentatious yes, but accurately asserts what she is to all. Above all however, it asserts this to Jordan herself. Present company never thought of her as any else, as Jordan is coming to realize. Though perhaps the pink hair clip. working overtime with the cute little pink bows, to keep her expressions clear of any stray hair, labels her better. “RAPEMEAT”.

All the lights in the house had been dimmed except for those illuminating Jordan. Her oiled sweaty smooth white skin glistened bright in the spotlight. The shadowy silhouettes of men could be seen jerking off all around her. There was not a single nook or cranny on her body that could hide from their examinations.

Music had been turned off. The SMACK-SMACK-SMACK of Jordans cheeks being bludgeoned echoed through the house. It blended well with Jordans incessant wails and incoherent stammers. Crowd was silent except for the arrhythmic fap fap fap of a hundred men or more. Their presence was suffocating. They’re all masturbating… to me. Dispite being fucked senile Jordan blushed under the weight of their combined glare. Deep satisfied grunts and groans came from the man taking her virginity.

Jordan could see the monster looming over her through the monitor. The beer stained white guinea tee he was wearing must have been at least a XXXL, but could barely contain the man. Solid shoulders threatened to break the straps. Anaconda-like arms gripped her with meaty fingers. Barrel chest stretched thin the fabric of his tee. A gigantic rotund belly coated in coarse hair spilt out the bottom. Like wolves, the alpha feasts first. At least Jordan prayed this man was the alpha. Anyone bigger would surely kill her.

Absolutely petrifying Jordan however was his mask. He wore a flamboyant clown mask with patchy rainbow afro and a glasgow grin. Jordan hated clowns. Terrified of them. Once she noticed him she couldn’t un-notice him. Then… he noticed her. Incapacitated with fear she was sucked into that eerie gaze. As he continued to grunt in exertion and sexual thrill. With one stout hand he clamped down even tighter. Slamming her on his cock with ease. Using her as a fleshlight. The other creeped up her body slowly. Gliding along her oiled skin. Squeezing here and there as it went. Finding tender valleys, secret crevices, and pressure points. His dark, rough hand is in stark contrast to her pale, smooth body. Tasting her with his touch. It sent striking goosebumps and a chill down her spine. Perhaps it was Jordans masochistic nature but the sensation was oddly pleasant. Though the mask's smile was a static plastic grin, Jordan saw it get wider. Her eyes watered with whatever tears she had left.

In a wave of tremulant emotion she peeled her eyes down to another spot on the monitor. Though the man would continue to explore the rest of her from here on.

The spot her eyes drifted to was the chat, discussing her in the most disgusting manner. Icy tendrils of anxiety and panic, already piercing and choking her very soul, got much, much colder. Realizing this is being broadcast live was worse than the compromising situation itself. Oooh no. No no no no NOOO! That's right. This was her stream she was watching. Now at tens of thousands of viewers and rising. They mocked her with malice. “FUUCK MEEE!” “PLEEASE FUCK ME PLEASE!” “TAKE MY VIRGINITY!” “MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!” “AAHAHAHAHA” Coincidently, as if on queue, or perhaps somebody was watching her, a video popped on screen showcasing what happened while she was unconscious.

Screaming, squirting, spasming, Jordan was manhandled into her current get up. Her eyes remained open. Stark white and bloodshot, pupils way in the back of her head. A huge goofy open mouth grin marked her face when they took off her gag. Jordan couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She appeared to be in complete ecstasy. So appalled was Jordan by this sight that she didn’t notice the man rapidly approaching. With the soiled white booty shorts she arrived wearing in hand.

THUMP “WHAAAAA AHHHH AHHHHH” Jordan’s cries go up an octave as she’s struck in the face with those shorts, wet and hefty with her own vaginal fluids. Quickly the massive cock in her vagina retakes her senses once again turning her wails back to husky, throaty, oversexed moans “OOOOUU OOOOO NNNG MMPH AAHHHH OOOO!” The impact caused the right strap to snap inward like the left. Leveling her out yet causing her to bounce up and down on the straps. Separating her tits as they skip about wild and free. In horror she takes note of the man. He’s wearing the mask of some goblin or ghoul. Pale skin, bald head, pointed ears, and the face pocked with oozing lesions and warts. Taking both pigtails into a hand he yanks up and keeps the tension painful. Taking complete control of her head… as if Jordan had any herself beforehand anyways.

“Witness the biggest fucking slut any of you will ever see!” The man pulling Jordan’s hair announces while making sure those watching the stream get a good look at the soiled shorts. “This lusty cunt promised us not to touch herself before meeting here. But the gluttonous bitch decided to show up in these!” Holding them before the camera for another second he then thrusts them right into Jordan's face. They were cool, damp, and smelled of Jordan. “When a dog soils the floor you rub their nose in it. I imagine the same goes for horny bitches.” He repeatedly slapped Jordan in the face with them. Humiliating her. “Bout time somebody taught this whore some self control.” Unable to turn away, or keep her mouth closed, Jordan repeatedly tasted herself on the shorts. Her howl's intermittently muffled. Affused by gasps as she’s waterboarded in her own vaginal fluids. After a moment of this he drops the shorts to the floor with a wet Plop.

Jordan watches herself in the clip literally begging to be taken as the large clown masked man approaches her. She watches herself go into heat as the man puts his hands on her. It’s so embarrassing, seeing herself like some pig who can’t get enough sex. Upon inserting his cock does Jordan start screaming ““I-I-I’M CU-UM-M-MINGG.” Then some sort of two pronged wand is thrust into her side. Immediately her timbre changed from pleasure to pain. Her eyes shot wide open and well, she knows what's happened from here.

The chat reminisces on and applauds the clip. Orders to “never let her cum again” begin filling the chat. A spark of electricity hits Jordan’s eardrum raising hair on the back of her neck. Wands like the one used to kill her last orgasm, several of them, are flaunted in front of her face. It appears that many of the guys here have one of these wands. They tease her with them. She can see them getting close to her skin through the monitor. Jordan braces, clenching her muscles, though the shock never comes. A single tear slowly trickles down her face.

“Clearly this rape slut needs a lesson in self disipline.” The man got right in Jordan’s face to speak directly in her ear. Though he was talking at a normal volume it sounded like the man was shouting at her. “Keep yourself honest whore. Signal to us if you're going to cum. Scream to us that you're going to cum. If you can't even do that. Cross your eyes. Stick out your tongue. Make a scene. Anything to signal to us so we can…” she heard him smirk “Prevent it. Don’t be greedy. If you cum again we will torture you for the rest of the night.”

Jordan trembled, though one might have missed it given how much she was already tossing about. If they didn’t consider this torture, Jordan did not want to find out what they did. They want me to let them know before I climax. So they can hurt me until I can’t. Their tyrannical power fantasies have no limit. A thought boiled up from her subconscious, one she tried to ignore. I get fucked in my pussy for the first time in my life. And I am not even allowed to orgasm!

The ghoul walks away leaving Jordan’s soiled shorts with her. But those with the wands don’t leave. They were there the whole time. Jordan just hadn’t noticed, overwhelmed as she was. On the bright side, being so overwhelmed was actually keeping her from climaxing. Jordan knew this wouldn’t hold for long, the rape slut that she is.

All of a sudden both the clowns hands slid tightly up her oiled body. Jordan responds with shrill cries as he grabs both her tits by the nipple. Yanks them down hard, lets them spring back up to her chest, then slams both mitts into her breasts and pulls her up into his chest. Jordan can feel the rubber of his mask as he nestles his face up with her own. Through the monitor she watches him consume her like an amoeba taking its prey. Traumatized, Jordan wills herself to close her eyes but cannot. She can smell his body odor, feel the breath of his exertions. Defenseless, Jordan has her breasts mashed. Nipples squeezed, pinched, and pulled as if they were pimples to be popped. “GWHAAAA AAHHH AHHHH OOOOOOOO!” “Augh your pussy is sooo fucking good. And I love the way you squeal!” A gruff voice groaned in sexual satisfaction. Increasing the vigor in which he torments her breasts, he continues. “I'm gon breed you good. Augh mmmmm here it comes.”

Jordan wept loudly while his hot cum hit her cervix. I don’t wanna have clown babies! Jordan has never taken birth control. Besides her parents being against it, the idea of actually having real sex had always been a distant, almost unimaginable prospect. She never even mentioned condoms when planning this. What is wrong with you Jordan!? You stupid ignorant girl! Disgusting whore! Bred by a clown!! Inner dialog dejected herself repeatedly while the clown pumped load after load into her, spreading his hot cum along her walls with his cock. Jordan cried on the inside while on the outside she screamed, sobbed, and… moaned.

Witnessing herself so graphically and dehumanizingly raped warped Jordan’s psyche. The straight A student. The catholic daddy’s girl. The secret gooner with severe social anxiety. Jordan came here tonight of her own accord. Offering herself audaciously wrapped up in everything these sleazy basement dwellers asked her too, literally begging to be raped. Whelp Jordan here you are. Careful what you ask for.

Unimaginable pressure of which Jordan had been far too devastated to focus on, or perhaps was actively trying not to focus on, overcame all her other senses. Pain became pleasure, a pleasure so intense it might as well have been pain. Contractions clenched down on the clown's cock with such force he might have thought her valiantly attempting (unsuccessfully) to halt it. The ghouls words repeated in her mind. “If you cum again we will torture you for the rest of the night.”

Tears streamed down Jordans face. But I need release. I need it please. But Jordan was terrified of what they might do. Her wails got louder “I-I OoOooOOooo I WHAAAA…I CUHHHNG OOOOOOH!” Jordan crossed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs. She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and continued to scream with everything she had. Spit flew everywhere. “I OOOOO CUHHNG I CUHHHHHNG OOOOO I-I OOOOO CUHHHINGGG OOOOO!!!”

Jordan pictured all those watching her stream. The only grace was her eyes blurred from crossing them so hard. Saving her from seeing how pathetic she looks. Rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Her nose began to run. She pictured all the men jacking off to her right now. “OOOOH I CUHH HNNNG AHHHHHH” Her head flailed like a demon was being ripped out of her. This is it. This is going to be the orgasm to end all orgasms. Too late. Nothing can stop this-

Without warning the clown drops her by the breasts and grabs her under the arms. Holding her out in front of him. Curving her until she is almost completely upright. Spit bubbles out of her open screaming mouth all over her tits.“AAHHH FUCK” he screams with her while continously pumping his cum, seemingly in endless amounts down her hole. “LET HER HAVE IT BOYS!” Electric crackles cascade around her. Oh. Ooh FUCK!

“AHHHHHH AH AHHHHHHH” No mercy. They stab Jordan with the prods. Digging into the flesh and holding it there. There might have been a dozen or more. It might have been the most painful thing Jordan has ever experienced in her young life. When they took one off, they replaced it somewhere else on her body. The electrocution only lasted a minute but to Jordan it felt like hours. She continued to get fucked the entire time. Well, They say you never forget your first time.

When it was over Jordan was dropped to bounce in her bikini and choke on the leash. She choked and whimpered. Piecing together where the fuck she was. Whimpering more once she remembered.

A man grabbed Jordan by the face. Pressing hard on her cheeks. Forcing her mouth open like how you would a dog about to swallow something it shouldn’t. Some kind of rubber mouthpiece was fitted over her teeth. Sort of like the fake plastic teeth you get from a vending machine outside of some store. Except larger and more durable with the teeth smoothed over. It opened up her jaw as wide as they would go. With effort she could try to close her mouth. The closer she got, the more force would be opening her mouth back up. She struggled to close it all the way at all. Ultimately it kept her from biting down with any force or keeping her mouth closed for any period of time. As well as smoothing over her teeth.

Three men at once began squirting an incredibly slick, thin, oily liquid into Jordan’s open mouth from large condiment tubes which tasted faintly of coconuts. Startled, she choked, gagged, gargled it a little, and then simply let it pool in her mouth. Swallowing some, feeling it slide down lubricating her throat, and letting the rest run down her chin. They didn’t care much about accuracy, spraying her lips and everywhere around them. Leaving her mouth a shiny slick lubricated mess.

Jordan could feel the clown’s cock still pulsing inside her. She could feel his heartbeat through it, as he huffed and puffed. He smacked her ass and Jordan let out a whimper. Not because it hurt. But because it almost made her cum. With sheer brutality they managed to kill her orgasm… barely. It really freaked her out how close to the edge she still was. He slid out of her pussy and cum poured into the bowl below.

With a smug strut the clown made his way to where Jordan’s mouth was. Jordan anxiously watched his approach through the monitor. Juxtaposed next to her glistening, wide open, lubricated mouth hole. Wagging his fat veiny cock flinging cum and grool as he went. Her mouth must have looked magnificently inviting to the man.

“Me next!” “Na fuck you man I’m going next.” “Screw both y’all we helped rig her up like this one of us goes next!” “I put the most money towards her outfit!” “Well that's my video equipment!” Jordan listened to the men argue over her abused pussy as they crowded behind her. Pushing and shoving each other for the chance to violate her next. They can’t be serious?! That was only the first of so many! Jordan shuddered at the thought. She began to hyperventilate. No no no no no. I won't survive!

“Ah-P, ese, ahp” Jordan tried to object to this madness. She didn’t understand what the reality of her fantasies actually meant. Didn’t understand the limitations of her own human anatomy. Yet she was tired, so tired. Her voice was weak. And the mouthpiece she wore made her words all but intelligible. Even so she continued. Disheartened. Knowing they wouldn’t stop even if they could hear her. “Eeeese… Ahp. Eee-” Thwap

The clown's slimy cock hit Jordan with enough weight to make her recoil. His groin blocked out the world around her. Long coarse curly pubes tickled her chin, tickled her lips, her cheeks, the inside of her nose. Blossomed into her mouth to tickle her tongue. Jordan had never smelled a man before. Not like this. This rank heady miasma of testosterone, semen and sweat. Pumped throughout Jordan’s respiratory system in quick jittery breaths. It exuded a humidity which coated her tastebuds, stifled her airways, condensed on her nose hairs. As she gazed up in stupefaction her eyes crossed. Feeling a conflicted sense of pride in it having ravaged her insides and living to tell the tale… more or less. Covered in her own frothed discharge like a bloodstained warrior.

Taking the camera from its tripod the clown zoomed in on Jordan’s face. Coming into focus revealed every bead of sweat, drop of cum, pulsing vein, on both of them. With all that moisture steam could be seen rising out of her hot mouth. His cock throbbed under her panting breath and he couldn't help but to moan from the sensation. Her cheeks reddened under the camera lens.

Jordan groaned under its oppressive presence. For years she had obsessed over cock. Imagined how it felt, how it smelt, how it tasted. Giving herself countless orgasms to these fancies. She felt herself salivating and knew she wanted to taste it.

Stop yourself Jordan. This is going to make you… Jordan flexed her muscles and squirmed in her binds. Her whimpers got louder. Her cheeks flushed deeper and deeper as lustful moans slipped against her will from her gaped mouth. The shame she felt only made it worse.

With his other hand the clown cradled Jordan’s cheek. Rough calluses abraded her skin and though he was gentle she felt he could crush her head with a flex of that mighty mitt. He laughed at her. “That's a good girl. Oh you are something else. Special. Beautiful too” His praise filled Jordan with warmth. She told herself He’s disgusting. Barbaric. Yet somehow the thought backfired. “Yes that's it. You're nothing but a brainless hole for dick. Fuck this is so hot.”

No I’m not! No this isn’t! But Jordan felt contractions in her lower body. Was all too aware of her dripping cunt. Not again! From his filthy, smelly cock resting on my open mouth?! Tears fell down her face as she knew her only choice was to bring attention to her building orgasm or face the consequences.

“I-I-I” Jordan shook with humiliation and fear of what would come next. As well as from the tension growing in her groin. “I g-gahnna C-Cu-” The clown spat on her face. Some got in her mouth. Some got in her eyes making them sting. “What's that? I can't understand you.” “Gahanna cuhN.” The clown rubbed his shaft on her face smearing bodily fluids everywhere. “Good. I want you to cum. I’m not going to stop you. I want you to be screwed.”

These animals weren’t even going to follow their own sick rules. Scream Jordan scream. During her exchange with the clown, hands groped her ass, legs, and pussy. Only to be swatted away and replaced with new hands. Avariciously they fought over her. Everyone seemed distracted by the desire to fuck her next. Jordan moaned loudly and obnoxiously trying to gain their attention. Weeping as she did so. You're so pathetic Jordan.

The clown dropped his balls in her mouth muffling those moans. Jordan gagged at the unexpected taste of salt and vinegar. Her tongue slithered all over his balls as she tried desperately to expel them from her mouth. Moving the tripod next to him he places the camera back on it to continue capturing the action. Then grabs a pigtail in each hand.

The clown laughed at her. Laughed at her determination to draw attention to herself. So she will be hurt and not cum due to the genitals on her face. Laughter ate away at her spirit. His balls were heavy… and hairy. She struggles to lift their weight out of her mouth. You’re so pathetic Jordan.

Finally, Jordan somehow manages to spit them out. “Uuunh OoOooOh” Oh no please no. She announces her orgasm the best she can. You’re so pathetic Jordan. “CUHnNnGg I CuUuhh-Ga-” GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK.

The clown rapes Jordans well lubricated throat. His waist batters her lips. Having practiced this with her toys for years she takes it all in by habit. The taste of filthy cock. The feeling of it violently expanding her gullet.

Pandemonium broke out as the throngs behind her were startled by the sudden spray from her rear. There is an uproar of gleeful surprise and angry chastisement. “Ah fuck it got in my mouth!.” “She came, the cunt fucking came!” “Can’t even handle looking at a cock!” Whoa hahaha!” “This cunt isn’t human!?”. They fed on one another's excitement and outrage. Becoming louder and more hysterical by the second.

Jordan screamed, choked and gagged on his dick as she came. Making frightening wet guttural strangled sounds which were hardly human. The clown loved it. Enticing him to throat rape her harder. She screeched on his cock as electric wands pricked her. And continued to orgasm anyways. “AHHH YES FUCK YES” The clown howled as the electricity made her throat contract hard on his cock. Floggers, whips, and crops beat her behind. Ass, pussy, thighs, back, everything was a target.

Again Jordan climaxes not from penetrative sex but from being bullied, beaten, and humiliated. Now her gang rape will truly begin. Worked up and agitated with Jordan’s inability to hold in her orgasms, they will be ruthless and without mercy. They won't stop until every man has his turn at least once.