Part 4: The Opening Act

With just a nod, the ringmaster motions her towards an area near center stage. His commanding posture and expectant, yet alluring grin demands that she not question him any longer and does as she is directed. There's a large brown box in the middle of the stage floor, with an attached sign that reads "Clowns Go In The Box!". It looks large enough for someone to enter without feeling cramped. Rebekah walks onto the stage, seeing a small crowd of men chatting and laughing, smoking cigars and drinking, probably no more than about 20 of them. They eye her hungrily as they examine her from afar. The tent's opening flap is closed and Rebekah can faintly smell the air conditioning unit kicking on, pumping a delicious mixture of new aromas and fragrances around the room. Her head swims a little and her eyes grow unfocused as the haze fills the area.

"More laughing gas?!" she thinks.

"Good clowns enter the box." The ringmaster gestured.

"Uh.... yeaaaah." Rebekah manages to reply, obeying. She was going to be a good clown, after all.
As Rebekah enters, the ringmaster closes the door behind her, the sounds of the men are muffled. She could hear the sounds of their bantering. She thought this is it, maybe she'd come out, do her routine, make the crowd laugh, and prove she's good for this circus and start a life here.

Instead, she hears:

"Good clowns get on their knees."

Rebekah instantly is drawn to kneel, the words still echoing in her head. Her knees bend instinctively, like she's in a hypnotic trance. The muffled conversations of the guests continue. Rebekah knows none of them can see her. She realizes, with some shame, the purpose of her box and her position is all for the viewing pleasure of those same guests. She didn't have to see them to know they were all men.

"Good clowns love to suck cock." The Ringmaster speaks.

It's muffled, but the ringmaster's voice echoes loudly in the box. It's all too familiar. All that script reading had implanted itself into her, and the presence of the laughing gas enforced such a silly idea. She giggled.

Rebekah has no idea why, but she finds herself loving that idea, and is excited for a nice thick juicy penis to suck and kiss and play with. She begins rubbing her legs together, the heat rising in her belly. Not even a few moments later, something begins to protrude through the hole in her box. A flaccid penis enters her enclosed space. She can't help but eye it lustfully, and instinctively move closer to it.

Before she could fully take in what's happening, and what she's doing, or thinking, she began to put her mouth around it, her tongue starting to work on it instinctively. The penis immediatly became more stiff and grew in size inside her mouth, pushing her lips apart further. Little to her knowledge, there was a hidden camera in her box, showing all the crowd what a slutty clown she was. The guests murmured happily, some whistled, some gave catcalls and jeered as Rebekah fellates. She couldn't hear them of course, with her brain completely focused on the command to suck this cock.

"Good Clowns get horny, wet pussies" the Ringmaster proclaims as soon as Rebekah took the entirety of the thick manly shaft in her mouth. Her pussy became instantly engorged, and felt it immediately heat up and moisten. Without a doubt she was already incredibly wet. In the throes of sucking, her hand travels between her legs and begins rubbing her mound and inner folds.

"Fuck that clown!"

"Such a slutty bitch."

"Hey clown, take it all"

The men watched on a monitor displaying what was happening inside the box as the lovely new performer started fingering herself. Many of the guests cheered her on.
The large organ pushed deep into her throat, filling her windpipe and causing her to gag a little and begin to sputter and gasp for air. The ringmaster notices on the display and says,
"Good clowns don't gag, but learn to take it."

Almost immediately Rebekah is able to bring the dick to her core again, deeper into her mouth, her face smooshed against the side of the box with her back and ass arching in an almost indecent manner to be able to reach that deeply into her.

"Keep blowing that cock, you dumb slut!"

"Slurrrp that shaft!"

"Good sluts learn to swallow." The ringmaster cooed to Rebekah.

The Ringmaster's command seems to push the lucky guest's button perfectly. His member begins to quiver, pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably, shooting streams of creamy, hot jizz down her throat. He pulls back slightly as his penis becomes flaccid, and she feels the last squirts of cum hit the back of her tongue.

Without even needing to be told, she swallows every last bit of jizz down. That's what good clowns do. Rebekah has a devilish grin and licks the now soft cock in front of her, and presses her face against it, loving it. It leaves her box, and Rebekah's finger keeps pumping and pushing her way deep inside, touching her clit and pushing herself to orgasm. The audience gasps as they watch her succumb to a self made climax on a live feed on the monitor. It ended up being so intense, however, she fainted, bringing the show to a early close.

There would be many more shows after that however. After all, she was a star...

She wasn't just a good clown,
She was the entire circus.