Fight him off

After everything this lunatic had done to her, Leanne wasn't willing to let him fuck her too. As he slowly approached her menacingly, she realised how exposed she was. Thinking quickly she lashed out at the clown and connected with a hard kick to the gut. It was enough to knock him back a step or two and give Leanne some room to manoeuvre, which she took gratefully.

She rolled off the table and immediately sprinted for the door. Even in her heels she was able to break free of the clown. Turning back to check on her pursuer Leanne saw she was free, with enough of a gap between them for her to make it to the entrance. However, before she could get much further she was brought to an abrupt halt. Two of the residents who she thought were sleeping had grabbed her arms and weren't letting go. Despite being old, the fake clowns were surprisingly strong and Leanne couldn't break free of their grip.

She looked back over her shoulder in a panic and saw the clown walking purposefully towards her. There was no rush in his movements, knowing his prey was going nowhere. Slowly he appeared in front of the girl, her sense of dread growing with every second. Standing before her the clown looked her in the eye and she saw something other than his usual intimidating glare. He was pissed off and Leanne was going to pay for that.

The clown stared openly at her heaving chest. She could only watch as he tugged the knot on her blouse around her midriff. With one hard yank her top unfastened and her pert breasts exposed. She was held like that for a few minutes, allowing her to feel helpless while her body was put on display for the clown's pleasure. The air was cold as it hit her naked flesh but Leanne was more concerned with what was planned for the rest of her.

Silent instructions were passed to the two old men holding her and she was led away to a table before being cruelly dumped over it. Her short plaid skirt fluffed up as she landed, exposing her bare arse once again. The two old men held her down against the table, one over each shoulder, and despite her struggles Leanne had no chance of escape. Suddenly she felt someone's cold hands against her bare rear. Squeezing her soft skin. She tried to fight, more frantically than before but it was no use. Seconds later there was another sensation. That of a fat cock head trying to slide into her wetness. She wriggled again to get free but only succeeded in sliding the erect member further inside her. She let out a gasp as she felt the thick shaft spread her lips wide.

Leanne did her best to resist the enjoyment she was experiencing but the hard dick driving in and out of her pussy was too much. She shook her head defiantly, not wanting to give the clown the satisfaction of pleasuring her. As her eyes reopened she saw the clown sat nonchalantly in one of the large old arm chairs opposite her. Just watching his perverse work.

The dread rose again in Leanne's stomach. If the clown was sat there, who was fucking her? She looked around. The two old men were still holding her down on the table but she realised they weren't the only ones around her. She glimpsed at least two more from her limited field of vision, not including the guy stood behind her buried up to his balls in her slit. Leanne recognised her situation was even worse than she imagined. She was being passed around, everyone getting a turn to fuck her. The two either side patiently waiting their turns along with the old men currently pinning her in place. And all the while the clown would watch. See his handy work firsthand while Leanne had to lie there and take it.

The first man finished soon and was quickly replaced by the next. As she feared, each of them took their turn to fuck her. As soon as one had erupted inside her, the next old man replaced him. Leanne's own arousal levels were slowly building back up from being screwed like this, but the changes kept her from orgasming and gaining some kind of release from the experience. She didn't even have time to struggle free when they switched positions to keep her held down.

The whole time she was being used the dead eyes of her chief tormentor were locked on her. The sick pervert who was organising all of this and just watching. She wondered what would happen when they had all finished. Would he let her go or did he have more disturbed plans for her?

That question would be answered soon as the last old resident thrust his swollen member into her soaked slit. Each of the old men displayed surprising strength and vigour and Leanne would normally have enjoyed the experience more if it wasn't for those eyes staring into hers.

Eventually she felt the old man behind her grip tighter around her hips and drove himself forwards, orgasming into the abused girl. As he staggered away Leanne was surprised to see the others follow him. She was finally free now they were all satisfied. However as she tried to lift herself from the table, she found she didn't have the strength. She pushed again but couldn't get up. It was then that she saw the clown back on his feet and heading her way.

Slowly he moved around her until he was no longer in her sight, but she knew exactly where he had gone. His hands were on her naked arse. Her school skirt was too short to hide anything in this position anyway but was pulled so far up it was no longer of any use. He ran his hands down the silky flesh of her soft thighs. Leanne knees pushed together hoping for some kind of defence against whatever the clown was planning to do with her. Bent over the table like that, just her knee high socks and heels for any kind of covering, she must have looked irresistible. And it was unlikely he was going to resist too much longer.

Unfortunately Leanne was right. She felt that incredible fat cock positioned against her. Only it wasn't against her used pussy as she expected. It was firmly up against her tight little arsehole.

"Oh God, no!" she yelled. "Please! Anything but that!" But there was no stopping her assailant. Leanne let out a scream as he **** his immense girth inside her unyielding hole, stretching her wide and sending a new mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her young body.

At first it was slow, the clown steadily easing more of his thick member into her. Quickly however he began to drive his cock faster and harder, fucking her roughly without a care for her abused rear.

"Holy FFFuuuuuccckkk!!!" cried Leanne. It was all she could do to grip the table while she was fucked by the malicious clown. She'd never known a sensation like it. His massive dick was thrust powerfully into her tight hole again and again. She was in uncomfortable pain while her pleasure rose uncontrollably. "Oh God! ...Ohh fuck! Ohhhhh... YYYEEESSSS!!!"

Epilogue:

Leanne wasn't sure when but at some point she must have passed out. The pain, the pleasure or both proving too much for her. She was just coming round when she heard voices coming her way. She should have panicked but was in too much of a euphoric state to care. Not that she had any strength to move anyway. Her arsehole was sore and felt sticky, clearly the clown had finished with her. The voices got nearer and Leanne realised they were talking about her. She had no idea what they were saying but she thought she heard Abbie's voice, but that wasn't possible. Was it?

She was lifted to her feet and supported by someone on either side, her head too foggy to stand on her own. The last thing she heard was the woman who sounded like Abbie saying, "Take her to Mr. Gray's room. She'll be fine there."

Leanne drifted back into unconsciousness as she was carried away. When she awoke she was alone again laying on a long table. She groaned as she tried to sit up, holding her head and then wincing as she rolled onto her tender rear. Leanne looked at her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. It looked like one of the resident's rooms but different somehow. There were no windows and no bed, just the table she was laid on. She noticed a large wardrobe against the wall, the only other piece of furniture in there.

She stumbled off the bed and walked unsteadily towards the wardrobe. Easing the door open with a creak she saw yet another selection of sexy fancy dress outfits. Leanne was just wondering why every cupboard she opened in that place was filled with naughty costumes when the other wardrobe door opened. She froze as she saw her pursuer stepping out. That same menacing look on his face.

"NO! No, not again!" screamed Leanne. She turned in a panic, searching desperately for the exit but she couldn't see one. She was surrounded by four solid walls and no sign of a way out with the clown advancing on her.

She backed up against the table having nowhere else to go. She looked around her one last time but only saw her tormentor continuing nearer. As she collapsed to her knees Leanne knew there was no longer any hope. She would never leave that room and the clown could do whatever he wanted with her. Day after day she was fucked by him, used however he desired for as long as he wished. Leanne often dreamed about her old life but knew that's all it was now. This was her life. Trapped as a manic clown's plaything.

The End