Joey & Wendy: Creepy Clown Show

I love to put on a show and I got an amazing opportunity to put on a creepy clown show. I volunteered  as soon as I knew the show creepy circus was in town. I just love creepy clowns, can't explain why but they are deliciously disgusting and murderous, such a contrast to myself. It's the 'Beauty and the Beast' fetish I guess. I met the Ring Master and he was certainly impressed with my.... 'credentials'! 

"Isn't often we get to unleash our clowns on willing 'Ring Mistresses'" he laughed, "I'm sure you'll put on an amazing show!" 

He introduced me to the 'cast' of creepy clowns and boy, were these clowns creepy! I fell in love instantly! He kept having to bat them away from me, shouting that I was only for the show. It was pretty funny, these boys seemed eager to get at me. They soon got the message and just stuck to groping and and growling objectifying remarks. 

The Ring Master ran through what was expected but informed me that the show really depends on the clowns although I have to appear to be the one in charge. I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I guess taming a clown is harder than I would of thought." I smiled. 

"Oh you have NO idea" he replied. 

Opening night for the Creep Circus arrived and it was my time to shine with the Creepy Clown show. The tent was in darkness before the show started and we, the cast, made our way onto the stage. I felt a few wandering hands in the darkness as the clowns thought it entertaining to get a quick feel in the darkness, it only got me more enthusiastic about the performance. 

The lights came on and I was in centre stage, surrounded by clowns. I welcomed the crowd and tried to get them enthused for the show to come. It was pretty easy to do as I stood there in just a red and white corset, thigh high boots, cuffs and an adorable little ring mistress' hat. There where whoops and cheers from the crowd as they eyed me, confidently on stage. 

I introduced the crowd to the cast of characters; Physco, the small cackling clown, Glutton, the fat, hungry clown with the voice that sounded like nails on a chalk board, Tiny, the tall quiet clown and the rest. 

I teased and flirted with the cast and thoroughly enjoyed showing myself off for the cheering crowd. The boys were more than happy to help get me in the mood for the show to come as Physco slid his hand up between my soft, milky thighs while I introduced Glutton. 

I was pretty excited, many girls had 'met' these clowns and now it was my turn to put on the show! 

From the sounds of the audience, they were eager to for the show to really get underway. I couldn't hold off either for much longer, I wanted these creepy clowns to have at me and with a crack of my crop I got the show started! 

I turned around, bent over in front of the Glutton and Physco, parting my thighs, giving them a perfect view of my 'goodies'. Meanwhile. I unzipped Tiny's pants and was met with a large, hardened cock. Rolling out my tongue and gripping that thick, veiny shaft, we got the show started! 

While stuffing my mouth full of Tiny's dick, Glutton stood aside me and offered up his own meaty cock for a a good stroking. Physco pulled up a trunk behind me and I felt his dirty gloved hands pressing down on my rounded pale ass. I knew what he wanted; he was a short boy and even stood on the trunk, I guessed he still wasn't tall enough to reach my eager honey pot. 

Without looking behind me, I spread my thighs even further in a lewd presentation and the audience cheered "Fuck her! Fuck her!" as I slurped on Tiny's throbbing knob. 

I didn't get the chance to see these guy's 'weapons' before the show and I was not expecting what happened next! Physco is a small guy so I certainly wasn't expecting a huge, thick cock to be pushed into me. My eyes widened and I left out a muffled moan around Tiny's dick as Physco's abnormally large cock parted my delicate folds and shoved deep inside me. Good God that cock was big! 

The audience cheered as Physco hit home, deep in my belly and started his pounding, pushing me back and forth on Tiny's dick. I popped off the cock and with a few quick strokes of my palm I gave the audience a show of Tiny squirting thick ropes of jizz into my opened mouth, down my eager throat. They seemed to enjoy that! 

Glutton was getting frustrated, seemed he wanted more than just my palm and gingers around his cock. I'll admit, I never realised these guys had as much restraint as they actually have; Glutton waited until Physco  pushed deep into me and flooded my eager uterus full of creepy clown cum. However, once he had, Glutton pulled me off Physco's cock, pushed Tiny out of the way and positioned me on my side on top of the trunk. 

As he positioned himself, I spread my thighs, lifting my leg and offering up my hungry pussy for his cock. Without hesitation, he positioned his greasy crown and shoved his length into me. More leers from the audience erupted as Glutton leant back to push in deep and started to fuck me too. His large, flabby belly bounced against my thigh as his bulbous crown drove deep into my insides. "Thatta Boy Glutton," I encouraged him " show my pussy who's boss!" I smirked and flashed him a sultry wink. He growled a spine tingling laugh and really went to town. I was surprised how much energy such a large clown had in him, maybe that explains why he is always so hungry! 

As I propped myself up on the trunk, legs spread to give the audience a good view of my stretched out pussy, Physco jumped up on the trunk beside me and jerked his huge black cock against my breast. 

Surrounded by overly horny creepy clowns, they knew just where to stand so as not to impede the audience's view. These guys may be horny physcos but they were perfect show men! 

They were also incredibly virile! Glutton was working up to an orgasm with such enthusiasm that when he did cum he REALLY came! He hosed down my insides with another thick load of clown cum. The audience roared chats of "Fill her up!" as rope after thick, gloopy rope of jizz flooded me. The approving claps and cheers grew louder as thick squirts of gloopy cum squirted from my full pussy folds. 

Meanwhile, Physco let off loose another few ropes over my ample chest and Tiny shot a bolt into my hair. 

The boys were getting more and more enthused as the show went on. I had no idea they had such drive. The audience were getting more excited and the cheers really started to rise when Physco wriggled underneath me, Tiny, flipped me over and they both Dp'd me! I thought Physco's cock felt huge in my pussy but as he forced it into my ass, I thought I was going to split! I didn't get any time to get used to that huge, spunk coated cock burying it's self in my ass, as Tiny roughly hoisted up my leg and drove his solid cock deep into my cum filled pussy! 

"Oh! There you go boys!" I encouraged them "Show your Ring Mistress who's boss!" 

The crowd seemed to love the view of Physco's long, thick black cock stretching out my tiny little asshole as Tiny was hammering at my pussy like a steam ship's piston! 

I could already feel the huge amount of mixed cum churning and sloshing around inside of me while the taste lingered on my tongue but there was even more to cum. For a cum slut like myself, this was heaven! Physco and Tiny both came inside me at the same time and I could feel a huge deluge of jizz flooding my ass, pumping deep into my guts as another load from Tiny pumped into my pussy. I couldn't help but feel as if my poor uterus was straining full of cum, they had pumped so much evil clown cum into, my ovaries were probably drowning in the gunk! It felt amazing. 

As thick ropes of cum squirted out of me, on account of being so damn full, I couldn't help but climax myself! Of course, the audience loved that! As I cried out in pure pleasure and my body shuddered, Glutton squirting jets of jizz over my shoulder, back and hair while the other two coated my insides, the crowd went wild! 

I thought that must of been it. These boys had pumped so much cum into and on me, how could they have anything left?! My body was still shuddered from an intense climax and my pussy quivered but nope, it seemed they were not done yet! 

Glutton yanked me off the trunk and pushed me onto all fours. I spread my thighs wide, planting my palms flat on the stage, a wonderful upside down V presentation as Glutton drove his cock back into my sensitive pussy. The sudden plunge almost drove me over the edge instantly but it took only a few more forceful thrust from Glutton's throbbing cock to push me over. 

However, Physco had other ideas! I heard him cackling and laughing behind me and then the quick flapping of his oversized shoes on the stage as he ran around to the front of the stage. With an ear splitting creepy yell he jumped towards me......

That's when I felt it..! 

A quick flash of pain on the back of my neck as I seemed to fall onto the stage. I could see the Audience leap up off their chairs cheering and fist pumping as I fell but then everything seemed to spin around for a moment. 

Physco had taken the razor sharp machete from the back of the stage and with a powerful leap and one single swing, expertly parted my head from my climax quivering body! It was the perfect cut! Just above my 'Cum Slut' collar and my head dropped to the stage floor, bouncing a couple of times and rolling around. 

I could hear and see the roaring crowd, the climax of the show had arrived and it was that cackling, well hung Physco that ended it. The clowns cheered and laughed as Physco decapitated me. Wow, it was so unexpected and yet so incredible. I knew how these shows ended, which is why I volunteered, these killer clowns are the real deal! 

Physco reached down to pick up my head as Glutton pumped one last load of jizz into my twitching corpse. He pulled out and my body slumped forward onto the stage with a dull, thud. The sound almost underlining my demise. Glutton's cock dripped thick glops off cum onto my ass cheeks as cum dribbled from my cooling corpse. 

The cord's cheers were starting to fade but not because they were starting to stop their sheers, no, my hearing was starting to fade, the dark vignette of the void started to surround my vision and creep quickly inward. My jaw slowly dropped open as I lost all motor control, my tongue lolled out of my mouth as as my pupils dilated and eyes rolled back, the darkness of nothingness took me. The last thing I heard before I sunk into non existence was the grating cackle of Glutton as he laughed "Now let's eat!" 

There was no way for me to know what would happen with my now still body but knowing these clowns, it'll probably be stripped off and hacked up, only to be roasted over a make shift carnie campfire while Glutton hungrily disposed of the majority of it himself! All while my lifeless head, mounted on a grotty pike 'watched' on.

Opening night for the Creepy Clown show was over. The audience more than thoroughly entertained. The circus would be in town for another six nights and by this time tomorrow I would of been forgotten and another Ring Mistress would be receiving the admiration of the crowd  as the Creepy Killer Clowns put on another show. My remains, if any, dumped into a pile along with those who not only would help the clown show during the week but also put on the various other entertainment throughout the rest of the circus. Just an ever growing collection of nameless bones and various other detritus left in the corner of the well trodden field for the city to clear away once the circus moved to it's next venue to do it all again..... 

After watching her older sister get ravished and then decapitated live on stage, Wendy was now alone at the creepy clown carnival. However, we all know this little bimbo snuff slut and she certainly wasn’t scared. In fact, she applauded the killer clowns as they dragged her sister’s body off stage and one clown tossed her head up and down. The curtains closed and the audience left the tent.

Wendy skipped through the rest of the Carnival and enjoyed watching some of the snuff shows. She watched some guy win a prize at the rifle shoot. A cute redhead was tied spread eagled on a spinning wheel and he took shots at her with a small calibre rifle. Wendy giggled and bounced, clapping as she watched the small rounds hit the spinning girl and she shuddered as each round slammed into her. Eventually the guy took his winning shot and landed a round in the target girl’s forehead and suddenly her twitching stopped! Wendy applauded the guy as he won his prize and he smiled at her and wandered off.

The creepy clown running the game approached Wendy from the other side of the counter. “Want to try your shot missy?” He grinned at her as a couple of midget clowns removed the now deceased target girl only to replace her with another gagged and wide eyed little cutie. “Or would you like to volunteer as the target?” He laughed. Wendy tilted her head as she watched the assistant clowns tie up the new target girl “Hmm not unless you switch out this pea shooter for something a little bigger or a cross bow even,” Wendy giggled.

The clown laughed and nodded “Well we don’t want you dying too quickly now do we?” he laughed, a wicked cackle of a laugh. Wendy giggled and nodded in agreement. However, she was just enjoying the atmosphere right now and declined the clown’s offer.

She wandered off, her hips swinging and a skip in her step. She watched the Acid drop for a bit. A girl sat on a stool above a bucket of acid as players tried to throw a ball at a small target, hoping to hit it and a mechanism would then drop the girl into the large vat of boiling acid. Unfortunately, the guys playing had a little too much to drink and failed to hit the target at all. The seated girl laughed and teased the men; “C’mon boys, too drunk to hit the target? Looks like my little ass isnt going to get dissolved tonight if you continue to throw like little girls!”

Wendy continued on her way but as she rounded the corner she heard a heavy ‘Clunk’, a cheer, a splosh and the delighted squeals of the girl falling into the barrel and being dissolved. She pouted at having just missed the show but carried on enjoying the carnival.

Eventually, Wendy came across another dirty looking tent. There were cheers and whoops coming from inside so she thought a show must be happening. She peeked in and saw a dark skinned girl on stage riding the lap of a creepy clown as he had his hands around her throat, choking her. This seemed interesting!

She made her way in and pushed her way to the front of the crowd. Her big baby blues wide and her mouth a gape. She watched the black clown strangle the dark skinned snuff doll as she rode his cock. The crowd cheered “Finish her!” The girl looked like she was on the verge of expiration as she had turned slightly blue, her tongue hanging from her mouth but she was still twitching on the clown’s dick.

The girl’s twitches started to slow and the clown shuddered with a satisfying grunt! He came hard inside the girl just as she expired. She slumped and went limp as the clown finished himself off inside her. The creepy clown then shoved the dead girl off his lap to one side and she slumped on the grotty stage to his right, in a heap. The crowed cheered and applauded but it seemed the clown wasn’t done yet!

“And that, folks, is one piggy popped! “ He laughed wickedly. “Now, do we have another little piggy who wants to go for a ride?” His eyes wandered over the crowd, a lot of pretty girls to choose from but his eyes were drawn to Wendy. It was as if the crowd had parted around her and she seemed to stand in a glow of lights on her own. She was stood there with a huge, excited smile on her lips, her eyes wide and twinkling. “Hmm what about you Bimbo?” Wendy Gasped and looked around her to see if the clown as talking to someone else but the entire crowd had locked eyes on Wendy. “M.. Me?” She stuttered, biting her plump bottom lip. The clown laughed “Hmm yes, you, Hop on up here and let’s add you to the pile beside me.” He laughed, gesturing to the lifeless body of the previous girl. 

The crowd seemed to approve and Wendy giggled as she looked around at the approving looks of the crowd. “Hell yeh!” She squealed back and hurriedly skipped up onto the stage. The clown smirked “That’s the spirit!”

Wendy bounced on her toes with excitement as she stood on the stage admiring the dead, nameless girl beside the clown “If we are going to put on a good show, take off those pointless clothes and let the crowd see fully that perfectly snuffable body of yours Bimbo piggy!”

Wendy was more than happy to wiggle out of her tiny skirt, little fur coat and tight see through top. She put on a little strip show for the crowd as they whistled and cheered her on. Her rounded plump tits bounced and jiggled as she wriggled her hips and playfully eased out of her skirt.

“Hmm this little Piggy is eager huh folks!” Grinned the evil clown as he patted his thigh. “And look at the tight little pussy, come on now piggy, I got something that’ll fit in there perfectly!” He smirked as he stroked his hard black cock with his gloved hand.

Wendy excitedly hopped over to the clown, threw a toned pale leg over him and eagerly lowered herself down on his lap. The clown guided his cum drizzled cock towards Wendy’s tight little folds and she slid herself down the length of his shaft. She let out a soft moan of delight as the warm, bright stage lights illuminated her fully for the crowd. Wendy could hear the crowd cheer and applaud as she wriggled her shapely hips all the way down onto the clown’s lap.

Wendy could no longer see the crowd properly due to the bright stage lights focused on her. The growing crowd was nothing more than a moving, evolving dark silhouette but the encouraging cheers were ever present for her.

 Once Wendy had lowered herself fully onto the Murderous clown’s cock, she leant back against him and started to rock her hips gently. She could feel his thick back cock churning around inside her and she planted a hand on her lower abdomen, enjoying the sensation of the clown’s dick inside her. She looked towards the clown and admired his smeared, creepy make up. Up close, he was something straight out of a nightmare. That badly applied make up, the creepy over exaggerated grin; it was easy to see why people were fearful of clowns. The oil based make up was designed to look happy, inviting and friendly but the result was quite the opposite.

However, Wendy, and her now deceased older sister, had much desire for that creepy, uncanny, expression hiding, murderous look that creepy clowns oozed. She shuddered with delight as the clown grinned at her and he reached one hand in front of her and started to paw and grope at one of her large, pale breasts.

Wendy’s mind quickly flashed to the sight she first saw when entering the tent; the sight of the dark skinned girl riding the clown’s lap. The girl that now lay still beside them both on stage. However, once the centre of attention, the centre of the show but now just dumped to the side of the stage and not a single person was giving her a second thought. Her life snubbed out at the hands of this clown but now she was no more than ‘stage litter’ as everyone’s focus had moved on to Wendy.

The thought quickly flashed through Wendy’s mind as she knew that would soon be her fate; Entertainment for a faceless, cheering crowd, murdered by an evil carnival clown, tossed to one side like used up garbage and forgotten about as another little snuff dolly took the limelight but for now, it was her turn!

The clown had pulled a length of rough, dirty rope out from behind his back and he began to slowly wrap the rope around Wendy’s neck. “I think for this piggy a nice garrotting to pop it off, what do you think folks?”  The clown had now fully dehumanized her, objectified her. He hadn’t even asked her name as it was clearly an unimportant detail to him and the crowd. No one cared who she was and it seemed that was much of the appeal. She was no more than a stage prop and it aroused her fully!

Wendy watched as the white gloved hands gripped the rope and wrapped it around her neck. The clown even took care to make sure her long, golden hair was not caught up in the rope. He seemed to know how to display his ‘prop’ perfectly. This was a murder clown with many years of experience.

Wendy wondered how many women had died on his thick black dick, met their end to his hand. He seemed very calm and calculating, he was a professional and she soon, much like the girl beside them, would just be another corpse he would forget about. Not even a number, not even a tally on his rope, for she was sure he had snuffed so many women he wasn’t even counting any more.

These thoughts ran through her mind causing her to coo softly and her stuffed pussy to quiver around his thick, hard shaft.

The clown made sure the rope was tidy and well placed around her pale slender neck. The suspense was certainly rising in the tent as the crowd had drawn quiet, just fully focused on the slow, over exaggerated placement of the murder weapon around her neck. 

Once the clown had perfectly wrapped the rough rope around Wendy’s neck, he quickly tugged it and as the rope ran over its self, Wendy gasped as she felt the rope tighten around her neck. The crowd gasped in unison with Wendy as they watched the clown tug on the rope. However, He had only meant to cause a slight heart rate increase in his ‘piggy’ and the crowd, he wasn’t applying any pressure.. yet!

Wendy’s muscle’s clamped around the thick clown cock and he chuckled behind her, feeling her excitement through his member. She reached up and held his strong dark forearms, her eyes wide and mouth open. This was it; he would soon pull on both ends of the rope and start the process of slowly garrotting the bubbly blond bimbo snuff doll. However, he didn’t.

Wendy rolled her hips and ground her pelvis into the clown’s groin. He started to slowly thrust back up into her, meeting her grinding. He let out a wicked chuckle behind her as he held the rope still. Both Wendy’s and the crowd’s anticipation grew. Gasps and moans from the female audience members could be heard, it seemed they too were growing more aroused at the sight.

Wendy started shivering with anticipation, she could feel small movements of the rope against her skin, the warm breath of her murderer on her neck and shoulders, she could even feel the arousal of the crowd and their wide eyes glued to her naked form.

Eventually, a frustrated male voice emerged from the crowd “K.k..kill her already!”

The clown laughed “Ahh the best things come to those who…… WAIT!”

And with that, he let out a loud, angry grunt, lent back and firmly pulled on either end of the rope!

The show had begun!

The rope scraped over its self and instantly crushed Wendy’s windpipe. She gasped one last time but it was barely a lung full of air but it would be her last.

Her neck reddened under the rough rope as she reached up with one hand and clawed at the base of her throat. One eye twitched and half closed as she desperately tried to gasp for air but was denied even the slightest molecule of O2.

Her pale, toned legs thrashed on the stage, her delicate pink heels scraped against the grotty dark wood. Her hips rolled and ground against the clown. Her pussy muscles clamped down hard around the thrusting dick and this all combined caused a climax to instantly build inside her.

The clown grunted and growled as he pulled hard on the rope; His strength tightening the rope but his stamina keeping it there.

Wendy’s movement were not an attempt to escape or even to stop the clown; Her brain was in panic mode, her lungs had sent messages to her bimbo brain that no air could be gathered, air they were beginning to require desperately. In turn her brain sent singles to her muscles to ‘find a way out’ but the more the lungs called for air, the more her brain needed it and the more it told her muscles to fight. In sort, her display was just a natural response to being starved of oxygen.

As her legs scrabbled around on the wooden stage, her heels adding to the multitude of deep scrapes already in the wood, marks left behind of countless other girls in the exact same position as Wendy, probably the only marks that remain of those girls; the other part of Wendy’s brain was acting quite differently:

This side of Wendy’s brain was arguably the biggest part of her bubble brain. It was the part that controlled her lust, arousal and sexuality. That part of her brain was receiving the same signals as the other but also the signals from her quivering pussy that was stuffed with the thrusting, thick black cock of the killer clown. This side of her brain was firing like crazy. If anyone could see the neurons it would look like the fourth of July!  

Wendy was deep in orgasmic pleasure and the crowd watched in awe. “She’s fucking loving it!” one voice cried out! “She’s cumming, cumming all over that clown’s dick!” said another. The crowd started to cheer her on as her orgasm tore through her beautiful body.

The crowd watched intently as Wendy’s body shuddered and quivered but her movements started to slow. Her brain was running fatally low on oxygen and the signals it sent were coming slower and slower. Her muscles, also requiring oxygen, were also starved and soon her thrashing legs slowed to an almost stop. The occasional spasm shot through them as a lingering reaction. Her heels were no longer adding further scratch marks to the wooden floor and her arms started to slump to her side.

Her hips almost stooped gyrating entirely and her body occasionally gave a sudden twitch and spasm as the last of the oxygen in her blood was used up. She was running on empty.

Her mouth had dropped open but the corner curls that would show a smile had also gone limp. Her pink lipstick had started to show a tint of blue from underneath and her tongue hung from her mouth. It limply swayed as it too started to show a hue of blue.

Her soft pale cheeks and other delicate features of her pretty face had started to turn blue as well. The oxygenated blood that kept her skin pretty and pink had been all but depleted and the blood had started to slow down as her heart beat had been reduced to the occasional ‘thump’ in her chest. The corners of her brows were raised as she still had just enough oxygen to allow her eyebrow muscles to pose the slightest of expressions.

Wendy’s eyes had begun to roll upwards as the whites had become more and more blood shot. Her vision had become very blurry and a black vignette had begun to slowly creep inwards. It was as if death it’s self was slowly approaching her. Even the sound of the crowd cheering had dulled in her ears, it had become no more than a muffled din that her oxygen starved brain couldn’t decode properly. She never heard, or at least couldn’t understand, the voice from the crowd cry out “Keep going, she’s almost dead!”

3 Minutes and 42 seconds after the rope was first pulled tight around Wendy’s neck, she was dead!

This may not seem like a long time, but to an oxygen starved brain, it felt like an eternity.

The clown held the rope for a while longer to make sure her young, firm body no longer twitched or convulsed. He continued to thrust into the lifeless Wendy until he let out a groan and came! He shot a thick bolt of killer cum, deep into Wendy’s motionless pussy.

She had slumped motionless against the clown’s shoulder, arms hanging down at her side, tongue rolled from her now purple lips and reddened eyes rolled skywards. The crowed fell silent, waiting to be sure the clown had done his job properly.

The clown, once he had finished pumping Wendy full of his creepy cum, leaned in close to look at her, he then slowly released his firm grip on the rope and it slowly uncurled and fell over her right shoulder and yet, Wendy didn’t move a millimetre! She was gone!

The purple and red bruise caused from the rough rope clear around her slender pale neck and, with an unceremonious shove, the clown pushed Wendy from his lap.

The crowd erupted, clapping, cheering and whooping as her limp body was tossed aside and slumped over the previous girl to meet her end on the clown’s cock.

Cum slowly dribbled from Wendy’s folds as she was slumped over the previous ‘stage prop piggy’. The crowd still applauded the short performance of the end of Wendy’s life. The clown had now turned his attention back to the crowd “Another piggy popped…!” He laughed, that comment and his action of grabbing the heel of her leg that still draped across his lap and tossing it roughly out of the way, like it was a nuisance, were the last attentions he paid to her.

She was now another body on the pile and it was time for the clown to move on with his performance and continue the show. He grinned and pointed to a busty brunette in the front row. She wore her hair in pig tails and a school girl costume as some kind of erotic homage to those teen slasher movie flicks. “Ahh lookie what we have here.” He grinned as he pointed her out, instantly recognising the cliché look, “Get up here on stage Piggy what say we have a little fun and put on another show for these fine folk…” His question was more of a command and the cliché ‘school girl’ excitedly made her way up the stage stairs…  

The show continued for an hour or so after the ‘school girl’ fell slumped over Wendy’s corpse. The pile of limp girls grew higher and a second pile began on the other side of the clown. His next ‘performer’ would have to carefully step over the piles to get to her position as next on the clown’s lap, looking down as she stepped over the body pile and seeing those dead eyes looking back up at her, knowing she too would soon join this ever growing pile of corpses and be forgotten very soon! And yet, each one met their fate with eager excitement.

By the time the curtain fell and the performance was over, a total of 12 girls graced the stage and our Wendy was buried under 4 of them. She was just a forgotten corpse in the pile and the crowd cheered and clapped as the lights came on and they left the tent. They chattered amongst themselves as they wandered off to find a pop corn stand or to try to win a prize at the many other events.

Mean while, carnival workers worked to clear the stage. They picked up the lifeless bodies by the arms and feet and unceremoniously dumped them into a rotten wooden cart. Arms, legs, hands, heels and hair dangled and hung over the edges of the cart as it was piled high. One of the workers cried “Bring out yer dead!” and the other one slapped him hard on the shoulder “Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, that joke wore out the months ago!” The first worker grumbled and went to lead the mangy pony on.

The cart arrived at the dumping area. There were a few dumpsters full of trash and body parts, while other black bags or garbage and numerous bodies lay piled up like common landfill. “Alright unload this lot but keep one of them for tonight’s dinner. Carnival is near closing and our clowns will be famished.” said the large worker, obviously the team leader.

 “Which one do I pick? You have any preferences, I mean they all look so delicious.” asked the second worker as he peered over the edge of the overflowing corpse cart.

“I don’t fucking care!” Barked the team leader “nor will the others, they’ll eat it just the same, just leave one in the cart.” He rolled his eyes and sighed, clearly exhausted with his co-worker.

As to what happened to Wendy’s body, no one knows. She could have been left in the wagon and was led off to find one last purpose on this earth or just tossed onto the ever growing corpse pile by the city dumpsters, mixed up with countless other bodies and bags of carnival trash, only to be collected by the city and dumped into a landfill, left buried to rot, get picked at by gulls and wild dogs… forgotten!

Whatever the case, neither of the Aristocrat sisters made it home after carnival night!