(Originally authored by Vienna Sundae)
Even Tommy and Stu looked unsettled by Heather's risqué departure, however thoroughly she'd been tongued prior to being swallowed whole. That final look of disgust got to everybody, the credulous Raven included.
With no signal or conscious intent, the audience of young nudists was first leaning to the side of the stands they'd entered from, and then dashing in a stampede for the exit. It was a wonder no one was trampled, if not a mercy.
One of the campers DID take a tumble, her ass kept from lighting on the bleachers courtesy of a straw. Said implement had a short clown at one end and Molly's twelve-year-old "holy of holies" at the other. Everyone froze to watch what became of her, unable to help themselves.
Molly screamed, with horror rather than agony, as the four-foot clown she was linked to via straw began sucking with a remorseless mechanical whine. The noise was immediately reminiscent of an industrial shop vac, and the fringe of colorful, ratty locks around the clown's malformed ears began to bob on exhaust waves of compressed air. Molly, horrified or not, began bobbing around herself. The blend of physical enjoyment with mental horror made the paralyzed campers cringe, but they couldn't look away from this ghastly second act.
Molly began to collapse like a flaccid party favor, her vitality sapped with every helpless shudder and grind of her hips. Her screech was becoming reedier - comically so, despite the circumstance - and her eyes were literally spinning like pinwheels. As the black-haired girl continued deflating, Sara was most repelled by the way the clown was objectifying her, turning her into little more than a discarded container.
The terrible sucking noise stopped once Molly was reduced to something that would pass for a lightly tanned condom sporting a black wig, although her eyes were still alight and spinning, blazing with color... and recognition of what had happened to her. The insane understanding was the worst.
There was a booming laugh from the ringmaster, who gestured to another seven-foot clown with a bag and a toy gun. The campers were running again, but the brunette, Anastasia, was nailed by a clownishly undulating stream of light from the toy gun and suddenly floating in a red and yellow balloon, weightless and muffled as she pounded at the walls of her prison.
Then there were clowns everywhere, and the exit wasn't any place at all, and Sara wound up under the stands with Sabrina, Julie, and Tommy instead of sprinting uselessly around the interior of the tent, getting potted by pursuing clowns. Once again, it was all but impossible to avoid watching everyone else being dispatched.
Stu, the wise ass, got nailed at the very tip of his cock by a corkscrew of pink energy. He shouted with an unbearable echo of Molly's doomed arousal, seeming to squirt in self-defense as he was wrapped, flopping shaft foremost, in a cocoon of cotton candy. A clown gathered the final product, resembling a fat, cottony pink bowling pin, and heaved it onto a conveyor belt that had projected into the ring like some awful tongue.
Stacy, the blonde, was caught by the ringmaster himself and dangled by her wrists several feet above the ring. Two of the short clowns dashed forward with a confection churner from some nightmare midway, which obediently pincered the young girl's nethermosts using two collapsible lengths of transparent hose. Popcorn and caramel began feeding into Stacy at pressure, the blonde kicking her legs uselessly as she became a moaning receptacle. The pleasure continued even as her belly distended and her jaw snapped open, and Stacy began comfortably vomiting a series of perfectly formed caramel-covered popcorn balls into a catch basin. Padded supports snapped into place around her, burnished metal slipped over the cushioning, and Stacy became a permanent part of the machine.
"What the fuck IS this?!" Julie whispered, trying not to whine with baffled outrage. "This is impossible!!"
Sara tried to keep the three younger kids calm as they edged deeper into the shadows, miraculously unnoticed.
Raven, who'd been so eager to get to the front row, was back again. She'd managed to sprint the circumference of the tent without getting bagged, but had tumbled into a concave depression and couldn't struggle back out. All of the clowns surrounded her as she screamed up at them, giggling their foul clown giggles as they... started blowing up balloons. The skinny kind that could be twisted into caricatures.
"HELP!!!" Raven screamed, a clown entering to point a popcorn bazooka at the blue-eyed, big-titted teen. Rather than spraying kernels, Raven took a blast of melted butter. And THEN the hounds were released, so to speak, and a thoroughly lubed Raven found herself ravished by a menagerie of balloon animals.
The plastic bowl Raven was in rotated, snapped shut in the form of a spherical display case, and floated away toward a sideshow beyond the tent. Her lusty groans and the terrible, buttered squeak of her rubber chums practically made Sara's ponytail stand on end.
Sara thought that the final betrayal was finding herself aroused by seeing all of this, every sensitive bit on her body engorged and threatening to drip. In the dim light of their hiding spot, Sara noticed with grotesque fascination that the remaining nudists were similarly affected, overcome by the surreal downfall of their peers without being able to dismiss the undeniably kinky ingredients sprinkled in as dreadful theatrics.
"I think I'm gonna puke," Sabrina whispered in apology, but she couldn't manage it. The clowns were drifting out of the tent now, satisfied they'd caught everyone, but there was no telling where they were exiting to. Sara thought the flap to the left would lead them outside, but they'd all thought that at first. Space was traitorous here, and the clowns could be waiting for them beyond the next fold of canvas.
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