SWEET TOOTH & TWISTED - CHAPTER 4

Cleo ran for her life, her heart beating so loudly that it almost drowned out the unhinged laughter coming from the two clowns as they gave chase. She could hear their giant shoes slapping on the ground behind her, taunting her as she flew across the abandoned circus plot.

Everyone must have still been inside the circus tent, or she’d stumbled into another fucked up hell dimension. She had no idea.

Her wetness coated her thighs, causing her dress to stick to her legs as she sprinted headlong through the circus, but it was the wind that really messed with her getaway. Her hair flew in front of her face, obscuring her view and causing her to stumble.

Those damn clowns were going to fuck her when they caught her, and despite how unhinged those manic laughs were or the way Twisted’s face had shifted into a literal demon before her very eyes, Cleo wanted it.

Them. She wanted them both….

God, this was absolutely insane. Something was wrong with them. With her. They weren’t men at all…At least, not human men, but just like her Merman, Cleo wanted the clowns fiercely. The thought sent a stab of desire through her.

This whole night was turning her into a depraved woman, and her honey pot ached with need the further she ran, all but demanding she stop and let Sweet Tooth and Twisted have their fun with her.

Logically, she knew she should keep running for her life. Leave Sara and everything else behind and find a way out. But despite everything, she didn’t want to. She wanted to stay here and have the night of her life.

What was she going to do?

The decision was made for her as Cleo tripped, the front of her sandal catching on something unseen. She pitched forward with a shriek of disMay, slamming hard into the ground.

Dirt flew up around her and she coughed, flipping onto her back.

She hadn’t seen anything in front of her, so what had she tripped over? She sat up onto her elbows, looking down toward her feet.

A tiny clown car was parked in front of her.

A shrill beep came from it, and it began to rock back and forth repeatedly, smoke billowing out from the hood as if its tiny engine had blown. Which made no sense whatsoever.

Cleo coughed as the smoke rose, thick and potent, far too much to come from such a small vehicle, heading straight for the night sky.

She waved a hand in front of her, trying to clear the grey clouds from her face. Just as it began to dissipate, large clown shoes stepped in front of her where the tiny car had been, followed by a manic giggle as her gaze travelled up and up to the clown now standing in its place.

‘I knew she’d fall for me. Literally!’ Sweet Tooth was standing in front of her in all of his clown suit glory, but he wasn’t the one she was worried about.

It was Twisted. The one with the demon face.

Where was he?

Cleo scooted back, awkwardly shuffling to her feet. She was grabbed from behind, a pair of strong arms banding around her.

‘You’re lucky we found you Sweet Tooth’s way, Auguste,’ Twisted said with a laugh, kissing the shell of her ear. ‘I would have gobbled you up.’

Sharp teeth clacked together from near her ear and Cleo gulped, afraid and yet strangely excited to know what he meant.

He licked the side of her face, trailing lower until his lips found the slope of her shoulder.

Cleo couldn’t help the small moan that escaped when he nuzzled the strap of her dress out of his way, nibbling her flesh with his sharp fangs.

‘I want the cream, Twisted! Let me have it!’ Sweet Tooth giggled again, skipping up to them, his rainbow wig bouncing with each step.

‘We can’t take her like this.’ Twisted fisted Cleo’s hair, tilting her head back until her throat was exposed. ‘Look at her.’

Sweet Tooth did, his comically large eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Twisted continued. ‘How are you supposed to lick her everywhere if she still has her dress on?’

Sweet Tooth smiled widely, smacking his forehead with his palm. He grabbed her dress, tugging it so roughly that one spaghetti strap snapped.

Twisted grabbed the other strap, snapping it as well before he tugged her dress down her body, completely exposing her. Then his hands found her breasts, kneading her sensitive flesh like balls of dough.

‘I just want to taste you everywhere.’ Sweet Tooth licked his lips, showing off a long forked tongue she hadn’t noticed before.

Cleo reeled back, but there was nowhere to go. She was pinned between the two monster clowns.

And she liked it.

‘Tie her down so she doesn’t run again,’ Twisted instructed.

Sweet Tooth nodded sharply, reaching into his sleeve and pulling out a silk handkerchief. It was tied in a knot at the end, and he kept pulling, dragging more handkerchiefs out from his sleeve, each one linked to the other, until he had enough for a makeshift rope.

“Iiii won’t run,’ Cleo exclaimed, her thighs shaking as desire pooled low in her belly.

She’d already been fucked senseless by a merman and eaten out by a weird Jack -in - a - box. Now that they’d caught her, what would they do to her? She was down for anything at this point.

Twisted nipped her earlobe. ‘Then we’ll tie you down because I like it, auguste.’

‘Yes!’

Sweet Tooth grabbed her hands enthusiastically, pinning them together as he began to wrap the handkerchiefs around her wrists, tying the end in a knot. He produced another lengthy rope of silks, tying her ankles together too, though he did give her a fair amount of slack.

Probably because he wanted her legs spread wide open for him.

Cleo was pushed down unceremoniously into the dirt, landing on her forearms and her knees between the two of them.

‘Wait!’ she cried, and when they both paused immediately, she continued, ‘What’s an Auguste?’

Sweet Tooth laughed and Twisted grinned, both actions extremely unhinged.

‘An Auguste is the butt of our jokes, or who we play pranks on,’ Sweet Tooth told her cheerfully. ‘But tonight, you’re also going to be the circus’s play thing.’

Cleo lipped her lips, her thighs clenching together in anticipation.

‘Switch me places, Sweet, I know how hungry you are.’

Twisted moved to Cleo’s front and she shivered as Sweet Tooth’s warm palm grasped the globes of her ass, prying her cheeks apart. His face pressed into the middle and he inhaled, sighing happily a second later.

She flushed, squirming forward awkwardly to escape his handling, but Twisted grabbed her shoulders, holding her still.

Sweet Tooth groaned salaciously behind her, kissing her cheeks and squeezing them further. It was oddly arousing, and she couldn’t help the way her back arched, putting herself on further display for him.

‘Have you ever been to Paris, Auguste?’ Twisted asked, grinning so wide that she could see every sharp tooth when she looked up the length of his clown suit.

‘Paris?’

‘Something tells me you’re about to experience your first visit to the Eiffel Tower.’

Twisted ripped open the front of his clown suit, and her mouth watered at the sight of his impressive, muscular chest, and fine set of abs. A red flower pin was hung just over his right pec, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he kept it on his skin like that.

Didn’t those things shoot water? Where was the little hose?

He raised a hand to his face as he stared down at her hungrily, honking his red rubber nose. The noise startled her, but not as much as the sound of something beginning to inflate between his legs.

Cleo’s mouth dropped open in shock, an unhinged laugh leaving her as his penis literally unfurled, slowing growing right before her eyes.

It was veiny for some fucking reason, and purple. And it was made of latex.

‘Your cock is a balloon,’ she breathed in disbelief, her honey pot spasming in glee at the ridiculous sight. What was it going to feel like with that inside of her?

Twisted honked his nose again and the balloon inflated even more until it was long and thick, pressing right against her cheek, He rubbed himself over her skin reverently.

The friction made an odd noise, and static caused the small hairs on her face to rise.

‘Oh, she’s dripping cream for me already,’ Sweet Tooth said from behind her, and then a forked tongue slid into her honey pot.

Cleo yelped and Twisted grabbed the top of her head, taking advantage of her open mouth and shoving his finger into it.

She gagged around the taste of him as he pushed his finger further in, a strange combination cotton candy and cola coating her tongue until she moaned in delight.

His hands gripped her head tightly as he shoved his thumbs into her mouth.

Cleo moaned, hearing the sound of honking from behind her as Sweet Tooth’s tongue slid through her honey pot, licking every inch of her until she was trembling.

She held onto her hands, her fingers twisting together. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as they both speared her insides, taking turns filling her. She squeezed Sweet Tooth’s tongue with her honey pot, rocking her hips to take him deeper, and he let her, growling like an animal as she fucked herself on his forked tongue.

Her honey pot spasmed around him, her orgasm detonating inside her. She screamed against Twisted’s cock as she orgasmed, Sweet Tooth lapping up her wetness greedily.

Sweet Tooth removed himself away form her honey pot and she whimpered, pushing back toward him in the hopes he’d return.

He loved eating honey pots, and she loved having him down there.

But he giggled instead, rubbing his own balloon cock, like one of those balloon animals, over her entrance. The sound of wet squeaking as he lubricated the head of his cock with her arousal made her blush, and more of her slick spilled out from her lower lips, coating him.

‘SO JUICY and sweet, and all for me,’ he rasped, his voice distorting until it sounded more demonic than exited, but Cleo didn’t care any longer. She wanted more. Needed it. And these demonic clowns were going to give it to her.

He slowly began to enter her, groaning at the tight fit, and it was all Cleo could do to keep from coming all over his balloon cock then and there.

‘She tastes so good, Twisted, but she feels even better,’ Sweet Tooth panted, grasping her hips firmly. He pulled her back roughly, shoving his cock all the way inside. She cried out, choking on Twisted’s surprisingly stiff length at the same time.

‘Look at our little Auguste, being so clumsy and falling onto two clowns.’ Twisted gripped her hair, tugging until she looked up at him from between her eyelashes. ‘Aren’t you clumsy, Auguste?’

She moaned, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft until his black eyes flashed red and his teeth lengthened.

‘You such an tease, you should do it in front of an audience,’ Twisted rasped. ‘I can’t wait to pie you,’ he snarled as he began to touch her in tandem with Sweet Tooth filing her from behind.

Squeaks and groans were heavy in the air as they stuffed her full, owning her in ways she never thought were possible.

Cleo’s honey pot spasmed again and Sweet Tooth slapped her ass, pumping into her eagerly until he was shaking behind her.

‘Are you ready, Sweet Tooth?’ Twisted barked, the veins in his neck showing.

‘Oh, yes! YES!’

They pulled out of her as she orgasmed again, leaving her bereft and crying in outrage. She needed them back, needed them more than she’d ever needed anything.

They both dropped down beside her, pointing the flowers on their chests right in her face.

They grabbed each other’s wet balloons, rubbing furiously until Twisted bellowed and Sweet Tooth moaned, their eyes glowing as they popped.

Thick, milky white liquid shot from the center of their flowers, covering Cleo’s face entirely as they groaned.

‘I knew you’d be a natural at getting pied in the face.’ Twisted laughed, opening her mouth and sliding blobs of their cream inside with his finger. Only, it didn’t taste like semen at all, It tasted like whipped cream.

‘Cream!’ Sweet Tooth exclaimed, pinning her awkwardly to the ground as he began to suck on her breasts, groaning as he swallowed their whipped cream. He licked every inch of her until, crying his name into the night.

Twisted wiped at the cream on her face, feeding her more of their releases. She sucked on his digits, looking up at him adoringly and his black eyes flickered to red before he pulled his hand away.

She shivered when Sweet Tooth’s teeth found her nipple, tugging on it as he sucked.

He pulled back abruptly, his brow furrowing again.

‘When can I suck the cream from these?’ He pinched her nipples expectantly.

‘When she comes back again,’ Twisted promised and her eyes widened in both fear and excitement as he continued.

‘We’ll fill her full of so much cream, she’ll be leaking it everywhere.’

‘Everywhere?’ Sweet Tooth asked, the lower half of his still perfectly painted face covered in remnants of whipped cream.’

‘Yes, but for now we’ve had our turn. Let the others get a taste.’

Sweet Tooth grumbled under his breath, releasing Cleo’s restraints before he tucked his deflated balloon penis back into his suit.

Twisted did the same and then he took Sweet Tooth’s hand in his and without another word they skipped away, leaving Cleo a wrecked mess in the dirt.