It's Halloween weekend and I had just come back from a friend's party; tipsy and tired. I made sure I got back home before my boyfriend did because he didn't like me being drunk plus, he did not approve of my “slutty” school-girl costume. “I'm home!” I shouted making sure I was home alone. As I made my way up the stairs, I noticed my bedroom door wide open. I usually close it since I live with roommates. “Jay? Are you home?” I peeked into the room but no one was there. 

I stripped off the costume only leaving my bra and panties on. I eagerly crawled into bed to enjoy the cool air coming in from the window. The alcohol not only made me feel warm but very raunchy as well. I started to massage my soft breasts pinching my nipples. I slid 2 fingers down my clit, rubbing it softly. After much teasing I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator. I was hoping my boyfriend would arrive soon to feed my starving pussy with cock.

“Mmmmnh- ahh!” my moans echoed throughout the room and surly out the window. The chilly air caressing my hot body made the whole experience 10 times better. I closed my eyes while I cupped my tits as my pussy tingled with pleasure. Suddenly I heard a thud and noticed someone by the bedroom door. Startled, I screamed out. “Jay!? Don't fucking scare me like that!” I heard a muffled chuckle. He walks into the room with a killer clown mask on his face. “Oh, is that your Halloween costume?” He nods as I motion him to come to me. “Wow, it looks pretty good. You even look thicker!” I giggle, shyly running my hands on his chest and arms feeling his muscle suit.

leaning in to bite his neck, I whisper lustfully, “I want you to fuck me in this costume. I know you enjoyed the show with my vibrator, I want the real thing, Daddy!” He aggressively pushes me back onto the bed. “Oh God you are strong, what are you going to do to me Mr. Killer Clown!?” I dramatically whine, scooting back into the bed. I spread my legs exposing my drenched panties as I fingered my pussy. He then pulls out a shiny hunting knife and slowly slides it up my stomach up to my breasts. I smile at his ingenuity appreciating how much in character he was. When all of a sudden, a swift motion cuts through the middle of my bra setting my tits free. 

“Mmmm!!!- fuck! heh” I giggled excitedly.

The thrill and horniness combined with the alcohol made me act more impulsive and eager for his dick. I grabbed my vibrator and placed it on my clit. 

“Ahh..agh!” I squirmed as he watched me play with myself. I slowly slid my foot on his crotch rubbing his bulge. After a while of me teasing, he grabs my legs and drags me to the floor onto my knees. I look up at him immediately reaching over for his pants excitedly unzipping them. “Heh that's what I'm talking about!” I cheered as his cock slapped my face. I began to grope his dick when the thought of him not being my boyfriend popped in my head. I shook my head, thinking maybe I was too drunk and decided to have fun. I stuck my tongue out tapping his hard dick on it and began to stroke his shaft, putting his tip in my mouth.

When suddenly he grabbed my head and began to forcefully face fuck me. I liked it at first until I was in need of air, I tried pushing away, but he would only force it deeper causing me to gag. As I desperately sought for air I decided to squeeze his balls tightly; he fell on his knees and that's when I ran down the stairs. Just as I tried to reach for my purse on the dining table, he grabbed me by the hair and threw me on my living room floor.

“Please don't hurt me! Take what you want!” I screamed out as he spread my legs wide, rubbing his cock on my slit. “Why are you fighting me? I thought you wanted this cock?” he taunts, leaning forward placing his sharp knife against my throat. The sharpness of the blade made my body shiver in fear. 

“P-please-”  

“Shut the fuck up or I will kill you” He shouted, pressing firmly on my throat. His voice sounded familiar, but the mask morphed his pitch. “I don't usually rape dirty sluts like you but you asked for it, so is it really that bad?” 

I tried to scream for help, but his weight was crushing me. Suddenly his tip finds its way into my slippery cunt. “Stop! Pl- ahh!” I scream in pain as he shoves his cock brutally inside. He covers my mouth with one hand while the other wraps around my throat using me to pump harder and deeper inside. His balls clashing against me along with my muffled cries for help filled the living room. 

“You're going to take my seed like the slut you are!” he grunts, thrusting slowly and deeply; squeezing my throat tightly.

“Some-one please h-elp m-me” I choked, while pushing his chest away from me as hard as I could.

“Take it slut!” he moaned as he pulled my hips toward him, filling my cervix with his warm milky load.

“Fuuck!” he blurted out, as he stretched my pussy further.

Tears rolled down my eyes as he continued to milk my tight pussy. “Let me go!” I pleaded, pounding my fist on his chest feeling defeated. I wanted everything to be over with. Just then I noticed the knife was next to my thigh poking me, so I slowly reached for it. I took a deep breath thinking of how to cause the most damage. 

“Mmm- that was great. I think it's time you met your new baby daddy” he laughed maniacally. 

“I think it's time you go to hell!” I scream as I grab the knife and slash his arm, kicking him off of me.

I run towards the kitchen heading to the back door, but he catches up and tackles me down. He then straddles me and back hands me across the face busting my lip.

“Such a brat. Your boyfriend ought to train you better before someone else does…” He grabs his knife and runs it across my throat leaving thin cuts marks that begin to bleed, smearing my blood over my chest. “Red is such a pretty color on you.” he says as he gropes my tits aggressively. 

“Help! Someon-” he interrupts my screams with a back hand once again, making me unconscious. Faint blood streaks smear on my kitchen floor as he drags me to the living room. 

After a while I am woken up by my roommates begging for a response. As I sat up, the blanket covering me rubbed against the open wound on my chest. “Ow!” I yelp. The cops arrived soon after; asking me questions I was too disoriented to answer. My boyfriend walks into the house looking for me. 

“Baby! Are you okay?!” he screams running towards me.

“I think I am...” I hug him tightly.

The rest of the night was a blur. My roommates tried helping me up the stairs while my boyfriend gave them our contact information. My mind wouldn't let me sleep; I couldn't figure out why he didn't kill me. There were multiple chances; the thought of his return haunted me. Luckily my boyfriend hugged me tightly all night.

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The next day my boyfriend skipped work to be by my side. He planned a fun early morning date brunch to help take my mind off things. As we parked at the gas station, he faced me and looked at my wounds, frowning. 

“We have a busy day today, I'm going to get you some coffee, I know you must be tired.” he says sweetly.

“I appreciate that. Thank you for staying by my side today, I just can't imagine what-” He cuts me off with a deep kiss. 

“I wish I could have protected you, I'm just glad you're okay, my love.” He says holding my hand tightly.  I admired him as he went inside the store.

I look at myself in the mirror and stare at the abrasions across my neck and chest. As much as I wanted to forget last night's traumatic encounter, I couldn’t with such painful reminders. I reached to the back seat to find anything to cover up with; I found a black duffle bag and looked through it. My heart dropped; Inside I found duct tape, the clown mask, the bloody knife along with the costume, a clear ziplock bag with a white powdery substance and an old diary of mine. I reached for the padded shirt and found a cut on the same arm I had slashed the clown in an attempt to escape. I immediately started hyperventilating as last night's scenes flooded my head. I tried to process my feelings, but nothing made sense.

He enters the car and hands me a cup of coffee; my heart begins to beat rapidly. I wanted to run but I was stuck in place.

“Here baby, I got you extra vanilla creamer in case it's too bitter.” My hand shook as I hesitantly placed the cup near my lips. “Drink baby, it will make you feel better.” he says, tilting the cup to my lips. I take a sip, the warmth of the coffee spreads throughout my chest into my tummy. 

“There you go, princess. This will help you forget all your worries.” His sweet voice now full of deceit made me feel sick.

“Huh!?... J-jay?” I mumbled, spilling the coffee everywhere as I slowly began to feel drowsy, and my eyes began to shut down.

He reaches over to my limp body, he reclines my seat back, wearing the clown mask once again.

“Mmm-no-uh” I manage to sound out. He ties my hands together. “Gotta make sure I am safe!” he laughs as he caresses my cheek. “This is going to be fun.” I lose conscience as he drives away.

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