Talk to him

Whether it was nervousness or whatever, Leanne felt the need to try speaking with the costumed weirdo again. Other than act a little creepy he hadn't actually done anything to cause her too much concern yet.

"So, um, are you... Are you... Here for Halloween?" The question sounded even worse aloud than it had in her head. There was still no response from the clown and she wondered if she shouldn't just try to leave anyway. Then she noticed something in his hand. "What... What do you have there?"

Predictably there was no answer from the clown. Leanne then noticed something in his other hand. A white cloth. Whilst there was nothing immediately distinct about it, the combination with the suspicious bottle left the young woman with a sensation of dread.

She stepped forward pressingly. Her desire to leave suddenly more urgent. But as she did so the clown grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. She struggled in vain to free herself but he was much too strong. As she thrashed frantically to escape she felt something hard pressing to her tight rear. Something she knew instantly to be the clown's dick. However, before she could be too disgusted he reached around and clamped the white cloth to her face.

There was a strong chemical stench emanating from the cloth which caused Leanne to gag. It became harder to breath and after a few moments of struggle she lost consciousness. Everything going black as she slumped to the floor.

When she eventually came to it took some minutes before she could recognise her surroundings. She was in another room. This was nothing like she had seen elsewhere in Rosefield Manor. The walls were made of large stones and the air was much cooler with a strong smell of mould. There were no furnishings in the room nor any natural light source. The only illumination coming from a small bulb hanging from the low ceiling.

It was at this point that Leanne realised her state of undress. She was naked except for her white lace panties. As she looked for a sign of her missing garments she saw that she wasn't as alone as she thought. Sitting on the sole chair on the other side of the room was the creepy clown.

She tried to stand but her legs were still unsteady and she fell to her knees almost immediately. Leisurely the jester got to his feet and began to approach her. Despite her spinning head there was one detail she noticed straight away. The hard dick she had felt pressing against her arse in the office was now fully erect and protruding from the creep's pants.

She could only stare at the swollen member as he stepped nearer until he was directly in front of her. Leanne ogling the large penis before peering up at her captor. With no word of warning the clown grabbed the young woman's hair and yanked her face to his dick. Holding the large shaft in his other hand and rubbing it against her lips. There was no mistaking what he wanted, but Leanne wasn't willing to give him it. Even if it seemed as though there really was little choice.