Clowning Around update

Candy basically came from being masked with Kaine’s seed, her mind reeling with the sudden eruption of cum that coated her face. When she came back to herself, she realized her hands and feet had been webbed down to the bed. They ached stiffly with the tightness of their binding, already beginning to swell from lack of circulation.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“Simple,” Kaine replied. “Like I said, I figure your gal pals will show up sometime, and I happen to know they’re all real fuckable. So when they get here, they’re going to work out their own arrangement with me. I’ve had my fun with you, so you can just lie there and wait us out. Unless I get bored. Then I’ll fuck you again. But for now, I’d better pace myself. I’ve got three more women to cream and if they’re all as big a slut as you are, I’ll need to save my strength.”

Candy had no idea how to respond to that. It all made a warped kind of sense, or maybe that was just her. It even kind of turned her on, how callously he was using and discarding her, intending to do the same to all her friends. All she had to fall back on was cheap sarcasm.

“What happened to your webbing being too expensive to waste?” she snapped.

“You’re worth it,” he said, and webbed her mouth shut.

She mumbled into her gag, at first cursing him out, then talking to herself, then—as time dragged on—wishing he would fuck her again. She shimmied her body, trying to entice him, but Kaine only waited patiently for the doorknob to turn.

Candy wondered if she was some kind of slut to want Kaine’s prick while he could bear some ungodly long wait for women he hadn’t yet possessed. But it didn’t matter if she was or wasn’t. All she could do was be held there, bound and gagged, and wait to see what came next.

Eventually, her head started to ache, then ring, then rattle, like someone was at the door. Then the door shook and she knew it was someone, one of her friends! Candy tried to call to them through her gag, but the webbing was too good at muffling any sound she might make. The doorknob twisted and rattled; Candy heard the clawing of a key at the lock. They were trying to come in!

She struggled towards the door, like she could break free in time to warn them, but soon settled back against the bed. There was still no breaking free. Candy felt hearty relief at her predicament coming to an end and a deep embarrassment that someone was about to see her like this. At least the ordeal would be over, though. She could take whatever punishment Kaine threw at her, especially when he made her enjoy it so much, just not boredom.

The lock clicked open and the door swung into her apartment. Chloe came in first. She was a blonde with tomboy good looks and a slim, but pleasingly lush figure. The kind of breasts that never needed a bra, but only looked better in one. And long, tapering legs that seemed to imbue the rest of her body with an elegant energy that went all the way up to her lovely face, where a blue star tattoo over one eye both disturbed and made exotic her classical beauty.

Behind her was Aya. She had a damn good figure. Firmly fleshed, with small, solid breasts that gave an impression of youth and girlishness no matter what her real age was.

“What’s this shit stopping up the door, Candy, I swear, if you fucked up us being able to have a door that opens—CANDY! WHAT THE FUCK?”

Aya followed right on the heels of Chloe’s shock. “You are a slave to your own lust!

They dove for the redhead, tearing at the webbing that gagged her mouth and bound her hands. It was no use. Unlike the webbing that had barred the door, this was fresh and in full working order.

While Aya wiped Candy’s stained face off with a nearby pillow, Chloe straightened to go to the kitchen for a knife. That was when she saw Kaine. For such a tall, imposing man, he held himself still and quiet enough that she didn’t known he was there until she was looking right at him.

“Afternoon, ladies,” Kaine said, hovering in the doorway to the kitchen, his hands up on the lintel as he hung forward on his outstretched arms.

“You do this to Candy?” Chloe demanded, striding towards him. “You better get the fuck outta here right now, man, or I’m gonna—“

She pointed at him and like that, Kaine’s right hand was down from the top of the doorframe, grabbing her wrist and twisting hard. Chloe trembled in pain, crying out, her body bent awkwardly by the force suddenly applied to it, before Kaine gave her a shove against the bed that rattled Candy when she caught herself.

“Listen up,” Kaine said. “I’m a superhero. I should be arresting you, but your friend Candy made a deal. I’ll let you go, but she’s going to do some work on her back. A little lying down on the job. Now, I’m gonna give you a little lecture about keeping your noses clean so I don’t regret being so nice, but first, I’ve got a perfectly good hard-on to use on your hooker pal. You can shut up and watch or you can watch and talk about what you think it’s like for me to rearrange the inside of her body with this big dick. But don’t fuck with me. I’m making your bitch my bitch.”

Kaine shot a fresh layer of webbing over the front door, then went back to Candy. She still lay as he’d left her, breathing hard, gagged and bound, her body stretched out spread-eagle.

Kaine gave her taut belly a light slap. Candy moaned and jerked away—the pain was harmless, she knew, but it still hurt and it was still humiliating. He was treating her like a streetwalker, right in front of her friends!

“Remember our deal, Candy. Remember what I said would happen after I covered you in cum?”

Candy nodded nervously. There was no point pretending otherwise, even if Chloe and Aya were watching, and no way she could resist, still tied up like this, even if she hadn’t enjoyed every minute of… what had happened.

“Good. Because you’re keeping up your end right now. And if you don’t satisfy me, keep in mind that your friends are right here. I’m sure they’d look as good with a faceful of cum as you did… understand?”

Candy nodded again. She couldn’t believe she was a whore again. But then again, she wasn’t A whore. She was his.

“Now let’s see this doggy roll over,” Kaine laughed, popping his palm against Candy’s hip.

She struggled against the elastic length of her bindings, but by crossing her arms at the elbows and her legs at the knees, she managed to turn over onto her belly while still attached to all four of the bedposts.

“Ass up, bitch.”

Candy forced her knees under her body, lifting her ass high into the air, though the effort forced her head down into the pillow she’d been lying on.

“You ladies watch closely now… you might learn a thing or two!”

Damn you, Candy thought. You can’t put the others into a different room? It’d be bad enough if they only heard the noises I make while you fuck me in the ass, but they’re going to see it. For the rest of my life, they’re going to know what I look like when I’m your anal bitch!

Like he could hear what she was thinking, Kaine laughed as he undid the fly of his costume. He drew his cock out, letting it swing with all its heft in front of Chloe and Aya, who simply stared at it. He took it in one hand while, with the other, he reached out to Candy’s proffered ass and spread one sweet, smooth cheek away from the other.

Even with the pleasure he was taking in fisting his cock, Kaine couldn’t resist letting it go to knead Candy’s other glute with his freed hand, exposing her puckered asshole totally. It was tiny and pink and buried deep between the weighty ovals of her ass.

“Beautiful.” Kaine grinned over at Chloe and Aya. “Either of you ladies want to see what a slut’s asshole looks like just before it gets fucked?”

He would’ve expected them to make a face and shake their heads, but instead, Aya bolted over to see what was on display. Chloe seemed more appropriately disgruntled with the idea, but she followed behind Aya and in the end, both of them ended up beside Kaine, taking a look up their friend’s ass.

“So pretty!” Aya whistled. “Candy, you’re going to make him feel so good fucking you!”

Candy cringed at the damning praise. Maybe she shouldn’t have. She would’ve expected this from Aya, but what could Chloe be thinking, standing there and looking at her anus and knowing that in a minute, Kaine’s too-big cock would be through that too-small opening?

“How would you like a feel?” Kaine asked ingratiatingly, like a carnival barker at their own workplace.

Aya didn’t respond, but clearly took it as permission, because she reached right out and touched Candy’s little pink anus with one fingertip.

Candy jerked and tried to close her ass once more, but Kaine held her buttocks apart. He hadn’t known these two bitches would be so eager to play with this other bitch, but it was a stroke of luck to find out. And now Chloe slid her hand out and lightly stroked the side of Candy’s hip. Her eyebrow lifted as she smiled.

“Real smooth,” she whispered. “That is going to feel nice when he’s fucking you…”

“I can hear you!” Candy hissed.

But Chloe wasn’t listening. Neither was Kaine. Chloe had just reached down and clutched his prick, her hand hot on its already seething length, her grip tight against its thick girth.

Kaine instantaneously grabbed her wrist, worried she would attempt to damage his organ, but he slowly relaxed as she lightly rubbed with her fingers, the pads of her fingertips tracing his veiny shaft, her nails gently but tantalizingly raking along the engorged flesh.

“Let me suck you,” Chloe breathed, suddenly inspired by the thought of being on her knees for him, swallowing his cock while he stroked her golden hair. Candy might need to be bound and gagged to submit to him, but all she needed to be the perfect little slut was a big cock like his to wrap her throat around.

“I’ve already gotten a blowjob,” Kaine demurred.

“From her? Then you haven’t had a blowjob,” she cooed, licking her lips like she was getting them ready.

Kaine went along with her when she pulled on his cock, bringing him to a rug in the center of the room and then kneeling on the soft carpet. Bowing her head to Kaine’s massive cock, she opened her mouth wide and drove it down onto his fat length without hesitation.