Ashes House/Plumber/escape
From Create Your Own Story
You make a mad dash for the door but it is to no avail. Suddenly your feet sweep from underneath you and you fall head first into the floor. With a crack it hits, knocking some senses out as you try to clamor back up. But Mr. Mime has you by the legs, a psychic grasp lifting you upside down by one ankle. You dangle, watching Mr. Mime slowly rise from the bed, that creepy grin giving you goosebumps. You begin to levitate to him, a horrid thought crossing your mind. From this angle he is going to impale you with his long pink dick. You scream at the thought.
This was not the most best choice to go about. As you let out a terrible cry you fly fast into the vicinity of his cock. It goes all in at once the tip smacking against the back of your throat instantly gagging you. But it doesn't stop there. Mr. Mime grabs your legs with a firm grip and begins to mime his noggin with yours, using his telekinetic powers to force your movement back and forth. The thrill is unbearable, incapable of thinking of any means of escape. You feel your body go numb at the assualt of the clown until you pass out taking in his massive erection.
You awake later, tied to the bed in the room. You are naked and you feel very sore in the mouth. Jaw pops back into place and you let out a yelp. You look down at your exposed frame and see an erection, somewhat slimy if lubed up. You don't want to think what has happened to you since going unconcious but you may just get a encore. In walks Mr. Mime, this time tapered with a horrifying outfit. He has taken one of the black leather suits off the wall and is now wearing it. Everything covered in pure black except his two puffs of hair, two hard nipples and a dangling schlong.
"No," You try to choke out as he walks into the room. "Can't we just be friends."
He takes a hold of a zipper that wraps around the side of the mask he is wearing. With a pull he undoes it, exposing massive red lips.
"Mr.," He pauses for a second, speaking in a rather creepy voice, "Mime." Your screams become muffled as the door slams shut. You have become a sex toy for Mr. Mime. Good job, give yourself a cookie.
THE END?
