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Penny And The Clowns
(Anna Mann)

Frustrated that the object of his fury was remaining stubbornly unconscious Pogo had flown into a fit of rage and lashed out, the other clowns had watched in stunned silence as he tore his hands from her ravaged snatch then rained blows down on her inert body, he had slapped her and punched, gouged and twisted and pinched, but Penny had remained blissfully unaware? eventually Pennywise had stepped forward and placed a restraining hand on his friends shoulder. They were the closest of the entire group, they were the hardcore, merciless and twisted and evil, but even Pennywise had accepted that the black girl was finished, they had used her, and it had been stimulating fun, but enough was enough? she really had suffered enough.

"Fine," Pogo had hissed, "I'm done with the ugly bitch, but get me that whisky bottle first." he had nodded toward the folding table, a solitary bottle stood with less than an inch of golden spirit in the bottom. Bozo had handed it to him, Pogo grinned as he unscrewed the cap and tipping the bottle back he drained it dry with one long gulp. All of the friends heaved a sigh of relief as they relaxed secure that he had no further violent intentions, then all suddenly gasped as he placed the bottom of the bottle against her stretched cunt, and with a savage thrust he forced the blunt end inside her.

"Fucking hell buddy!" Pennywise had gasped.

Pogo ignored him, then stood and stared down at the bottle protruding from between her lips.

"Dirty fat slut." he whispered, then before anyone around him could react he gave the bottle swift kick forcing it so deep that only the neck stuck from between her lips.

"Now I'm done!" he fumed as he stared at each of his fellow clowns almost daring them to criticize his violent excess.

"Now I'm done." he repeated as he looked down on the broken girl. "And I think you'll remember me for the rest of your life." he whispered, then spat on her face before turning back to the folding table and yet another bottle of Malcolm's beer.

***

Thank God I wasn't awake and aware when all of this happened, Penny groaned softly and rubbed a line of rapidly swelling bruises that were forming around her ribs. She glanced around, they were all sleeping soundly.

Now I can sneak away she told herself as she reached back to the bottle that was so impossibly stuck inside her. It filled her, she even saw the beginnings of a bulge showing on her already bloated tummy, it proved that not only was the bottle deep, it was also much bigger that the beer bottles littering the basement floor.

I have to get it out of me she gasped, gripping the neck she could barely move it. I have to stretch my pussy she realised, almost to the point of tearing. 

Just relax she told herself, I have to be relaxed and I have to be wet. Only her slippery juices would allow the bottle an exit, and so as she lay back on a stinking mat soaked in semen and piss she began to massage her clit, working it between her fingers and the hard glass crammed in her cunt. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the craziest points of her new life, how she loved working naked, the feel of hands touching her, she loved her exposure, how she could tease any man. She remembered how painful the ginger root in her pussy and ass had been, so painful yet so arousing too, the strangest things made her wet and turned her on, she knew she was twisted, she knew she was sick, and as her clit began to swell she knew she was getting wet enough to pull the bottle free.

"Damn, I thought you'd have had enough by now!"

His quiet whisper came as a shock, her eyes flew open to reveal short and miserable Chuckles who instantly held a finger to his lips and gave her a low "Shhhuuuush."

"Don't say anything," he whispered, "They are all asleep, but you will be fucked if Pogo wakes up? just leave here quietly, get away before he really does some harm."

Penny looked up into his eyes and smiled sadly, "I can't," she nodded down to her ravaged pussy and the bottle, "I can't move with this stuck in me!"

Chuckles shook his head as he leaned forward to study her pussy, then he swallowed softly and looked her in the eye.

"It will hurt you."

Penny nodded, she knew what he intended to do, she also knew it was her only hope of escape.

"Do it," she whispered, "Do it quick, I can take it."

Chuckles smiled yet she saw the pain in his eyes, her heart reached out to the strange and chubby little man, in life he may have been a monster, there was no maybe about it, but right at that moment she though he deserved a halo.