The Ol' Rubber Chicken

The applause has barely faded when another figure lumbers through the entrance curtain..The audience greets him with an even louder cheer. He is immense, easily a head taller than most of the other performers and broad enough to make the ring suddenly feel too small.

Wild tufts of rust-red hair explode from either side of an otherwise bald scalp, framing a face hidden beneath cracked white makeup, a bulbous red nose, and a grin so unnaturally wide it looks carved into his skin rather than painted across it.

His stained patchwork trousers strain against powerful legs, held up by heavy suspenders over a filthy white undershirt splattered with year of greasepaint, dirt, and who knew what else. A gigantic bow tie covered in oversized colored dots hangs crookedly beneath his chin.

Dark tattoos disappear beneath his clothing and crawl down both arms, while the word VOSS has been inked boldly into one shoulder as though he has long since surrendered ownership of himself. He carries a rubber chicken. He cradles it in both hands as though presenting the audience with something sacred.

"Oh, no," I mutter.

The crowd greets him with enthusiastic applause. He acknowledges them with a sweeping bow before slowly turning his attention toward me. The clown's painted smile widens. He points dramatically at me. The audience laughs before he has done anything at all.

Valeria steps aside with a graceful flourish. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announces, "our dear clown, Buster Hymen, has volunteered to welcome Miss James to the circus." Buster beams.

I take one instinctive step backward. "I don't think that's necessary."

The clown slowly turns his enormous grin toward me. Every instinct I possess screams that the expression is hiding something. He begins waddling across the ring with exaggerated little steps, clutching the rubber chicken against his chest like a cherished pet.

Each step is accompanied by squeaking shoes and theatrical tiptoeing that makes the audience chuckle. He stops only inches away and leans down until his painted face is level with mine. He studies me. For several uncomfortable seconds, neither of us moves.Then he slowly raises one finger and pokes the tip of my painted red nose.

The horn hidden inside lets out an indignant squeak. The tent explodes with laughter. Buster staggers backward as though the tiny sound has physically struck him. He clutches his chest, spins in a dramatic circle, and collapses onto his knees. The audience applauds.

Before I can step away, he suddenly lunges forward. With surprising speed for someone his size, he kicks me, knocking me off balance. I stumble and land face-down on the muddy ring floor with a muffled grunt. The audience roars. Heat floods my face.

I push against the floor, trying to stand. Buster shakes his head dramatically and wags a finger at me, as though correcting a mischievous child. He plants his clown show on my back, grinding my tits into the mud. The crowd laughs again.

Then, with all the ceremony of a knight drawing a legendary sword, he brandishes his rubber chicken. He raises it high above his head. The audience cheers as though recognizing an old friend. Buster slowly turns the rubber chicken toward me. The chicken appears to stare right at the exposed pussy beneath my skirt. Buster appears to gasp.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I mutter

"Buster," Valeria says sweetly, "be gentle."

He nods enthusiastically. I do not believe him for a second. He looks from the chicken to me and back again, nodding solemnly as though the two have just shared a very serious conversation. Buster presses the chicken thoughtfully against his ear.

"What did it say?" someone in the audience calls.

Buster points directly at me, between my legs, and the audience erupts. He shuffles closer and gently taps the inside of my thigh with the rubber chicken. The clown studies me in complete silence. His enormous painted smile never changes. Then, without warning, he reaches forward and gives my clit an affectionate squeeze.

I let out a ridiculous squeak. The audience bursts into laughter. He squeezes it again, harder this time, and I let out another outraged squeak. He looks down at the rubber, gasps dramatically, as though the chicken has just whispered something horrifying into his ear, then slowly aims it between my speadeagled legs.

"Oh, don't you dare," I mutter.

Buster nods solemnly, as though he must. He points the rubber chicken directly at my exposed fuckhole. The audience laughs even harder..Then he lunges. Before I can react, one enormous hand catches my suspenders while the other thrusts the filthy rubber chicken deep into my cunt.

The grandstands erupt. I groan and immediately try to push myself back to my feet. Buster gently plants one oversized hand between my shoulder blades to keep me exactly where I am. The audience roars with approval. Heat floods my face as my violation continues.

The clown slowly kneels behind me. Then he rams the rubber chicken deep inside my fuckhole and then pulls it out like a knight pulling a sword from a stone. The crowd begins cheering. Buster slowly lowers the rubber chicken until it hovers above my head.

He gives it another exaggerated squeeze, producing that ridiculous squeak before bringing it down with a soft slap against my smooth scalp. The toy is coated in my greasy, slimy cunt juice, smearing across my skin, leaving behind an unpleasant wetness and smell. The audience erupts with laughter.

Buster nods approvingly at the rubber chicken, squeezes it again, and rewards my left ass cheek with another wet, squeaking smack that leaves another clammy streak behind. Still grinning from ear to ear, he repeats the performance on my right cheek, carefully pausing each time to let the squeak echo through the tent before delivering another slimy slap.

Every childish little flourish earns another roar of laughter from the crowd, who seem to find my humiliation endlessly entertaining. Finally, my patience snaps. I swat weakly at the rubber chicken, only for Buster to jerk it dramatically out of reach and clutch it protectively against his chest as though I have just assaulted his pet.

Buster suddenly straightens, plants one oversized shoe behind him, and grips the rubber chicken with both hands like a knight preparing for battle. He points the toy dramatically in the direction of my open cunt, issuing a loud, heroic cry that sends the audience into another fit of laughter before he charges.

"Oh, come on... ," I begin.

The rubber chicken slams into my fuckhole with an muffled squeak. I grunt and sprawl forward instinctively. The audience applauds. Buster immediately throws both arms into the air in triumph, celebrating as though he has just felled a legendary dragon.

He parades in a victorious circle around the ring while the crowd cheers, then notices me beginning to get to my knees. He freezes. His jaw drops in exaggerated disbelief. The audience already knows what's coming and begins laughing before he even moves.

Buster plants a clown shoe on my ass and yanks the chicken from my pussy before holding it aloft. He then lowers himself into another absurd fencing stance, levels the rubber chicken at me once more, and charges again. The squeaking toy thrusts deep into my violated hole for a second time. I let out another involuntary grunt.

The clown gasps. Apparently his opponent has survived again. He looks accusingly at the rubber chicken, still sticking out from between my legs, wiggles it gently as though scolding it for poor performance, then nods with renewed determination.

My breath hitches as Buster's thrusting becomes rougher, his chicken impaling my tender flesh as he continues to stretch me. I moan softly, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as he becomes more forceful in his comedic assault. Suddenly, he shoves his whole chicken into my pussy, causing me to cry out in a mix of shock and pleasure.

The audience falls silent. The obscene sounds of my pussy fill the room as Buster begins to fuck me hard. His rubber chicken slides in and out of my fuck holr with a wet, squelching noise. I moan loudly, my body writhing on the ground table as he continues to stretch and probe me. The sound of my juices mix with the slap of his hand against her flesh, creating a symphony of debauchery that echoed through the big top.

Valeria Voss reaches out and gently rubs my cheek, her touch surprisingly tender. "You're being so brave," she says softly, her eyes filled with coldness. Buster finally pulls his chickrn out of my pussy, and I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling from the ordeal. The audience roars with approval.

My pussy lays gaping and ruined, the flesh around the entrance red and swollen from the brutal assault. My inner walls quiver and spasm, still feeling the echoes of the violent intrusion. Valeria's gaze softens as she looks at me, an illusion of sympathy in her eyes as she takes in the damage done to my delicate flesh.

Buster plants one foot triumphantly atop my ass like an imaginary hill, raises the rubber chicken, dripping with my juices, toward the ceiling like a conquering hero, and basks in the applause while I remain laying in the sawdust, rubbing my gaped cunt and glaring up at him.

"You're enjoying this far too much," I mutter.

Buster places a hand over his heart, nods enthusiastically, then holds the rubber chicken aloft as though it deserves all the credit. Still pinned in the mud beneath the spotlight, I can hear the laughter rolling through the tent from every direction.