Trick or Treat – Laughing Jack

I think this is the 4th story for my Halloween theme? Idk. I'm not counting atm. This one will be a lemon – but suggestive material will not be on Deviantart. Check my Tumblr or my FanFiction for the whole story.
This is a Laughing Jack x (CIS Female) Reader.
Song used is this story: "Painted Faces" by TrickWi. (Youtube) watch?v=D53LwaglGdM
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Quietly, she went about the business of setting up the microphones and the other equipment needed for the night's event. She, and a handful of other volunteers, was in charge of setting up the scene before the party. In doing so, they were able to participate in the event without having to pay an entrance fee. Once she had the microphone set up and ready to be used, she carefully tapped on it to make sure that all of the surrounding speakers were working. It took a little bit of adjusting, but eventually the sound system was set and ready to go. Before long, all of the electric equipment was set up and working correctly. When that was done, she went about the business of getting the other stations set up.

All in all, she had to help get the tables ready for everyone. This included cleaning them off and putting the Halloween decorations on them. She had to make sure that the people working the bar had everything they needed to make their drinks – and they did. She checked the various decorations set up in the room, and looked over the food station to make sure that everything was good. Halloween themed sweets and food lined two eight-foot long tables. There were a couple types of soup, a number of cakes and chocolates, hotdogs, burgers – everything you would expect to find at a Halloween party. When she and the others were sure that the place was ready, she went to the back to tell the "Manager" that the party could start.

Less than an hour later, the building was flooded with costume wearing guests looking for a good time. People chatted amongst themselves, inspected the provided foods to see what they would like. People danced to the provided music, bought drinks at the bar. All in all, the party itself turned out to be a success. However, that wasn't what she was here for. She could have cared less about the party – she only knew a handful of people, and wasn't exactly close to them. The real reason she was here, was because of the music contest. It was her chance to show off her talent to a variety of people – and hopefully earn the sights of potential buyers. The participants were each responsible for writing their own song. The people in charge of the event provided all equipment and help needed for the actual music.

The music was all pre-recorded, and everyone would play what they came up with when it was their turn to participate. Only the song writers themselves were allowed to go on stage and sing. In other words, it was a big solo song contest. She was one of around twenty people who managed to successfully enter, and among the fifteen or so who decided to help set up everything instead of pay two-hundred dollars to enter the contest. Anxious, she checked her phone. The contest would start in around twenty minutes, but she wouldn't be up to perform for around an hour. Not wanting to stand around and make herself paranoid, she opted to head to the bathroom so that she could get her attire in check. Her song was supposed to represent a mystical beast that tended to be associated with Halloween.

Most of the people in the area were sure to know the story of the killer clown known as "Laughing Jack". He had been her inspiration for the song, and hopefully the crowd would like it. Virtually everyone in the room was a creepypasta nut, so she had a feeling that at least half of the people here would be into it. Once in the bathroom, she began to apply the needed make up that would go along with the costume. The mythical clown was well known for killing children – but it was also known that he would kill pretty much anyone. While she didn't know if the information was true or not, most of the stories of him stated that he would zombify his victims and make them stay with him at his carnival forever. So, rather than dress as the clown, she had decided to make herself look like a zombie.

The top layer of clothing that she wore was made to look bloodstained and tattered. All she needed to do was lighten her skin a bit and apply the shades of green and black that would make it look like she was dead. The makeup was applied to all of her visible skin, so it took over half an hour for her to properly paint herself. By the time she was done and out of the bathroom, one of the people in charge of the contest was calling her name. She approached them eagerly, feeling all the more anxious about her upcoming performance.

"(Y/N) – oh! There you are… Which song is yours?" The male asked sternly as he held out a clipboard, which held the list of the songs that were being used in the competition. Calmly, she skimmed the list and pointed to the song that was hers.

"This one, Painted faces." She stated, brushing a bit of her hair out of her eyes and hoping that she didn't smear her make up in the process. Not that it would make her look any less sickly if she did so. She had purposely gone with long hair for this – short hair on a female zombie just didn't peg her the right way. Clicking his tongue a bit, the man looked at the song and nodded.

"Alright, thanks. You're up next, so go to the back of the stage and wait. When the music stops and the current contestant exits, you go up. When your song starts to play, give us all you've got." The man explained, before he walked off to seek out whoever was supposed to play after her. Following his instructions, she walked to the back of the stage and adjusted her clothing slightly so that it looked a bit messed up. She was trying to be a zombified woman – naturally her clothing wouldn't be in the best state. Before long, she heard the music stop. Shortly after, the previous singer passed her as they exited the stage. That was her cue to go up and get ready to show everyone what she could do. Anxiety rose in her stomach as she approached the microphone. As expected, all eyes were on her. This would be the worst possible time for her to get stage fright. Her heart rate quickened as the first notes of her music sounded off, alerting her that it was time to sing.

In an attempt to calm herself, she took in a deep breath and held it for a moment. The captured air was gradually released as she moved her mouth close to the microphone so that she could hum along to the music. That wasn't really part of her song, but it worked well at helping her relax. When she was ready, the words began to pass her lips on their own accord.

"He's never satisfied… He's pulling strings of life, tonight… So many tears he's cried… I wonder what he's thinking…" Her voice escaped her slowly, creating the soft, soothing call of a mother's lullaby. Her voice held a high note to its pitch, but was in no way loud enough to be considered painful. She had practiced holding the note for months on end – long before she was aware that this contest would take place. Higher voices were the most beautiful in her eyes, and she wanted to be as lovely as those she admired.
"His painted face is all I see… He's always haunting me… He's pulling strings of life tonight…" She continued to sing, mentally picturing a small child sitting alone in fear, waiting for the clown to appear and destroy them. Without realizing it, she had started to sway her body in time with the music notes.
"He sleeps… Please buy me time… Oh please, rewind… That tainted rhyme…" Her voice trailed on, slowing at times only to fall back into its usual pace. She couldn't see the faces of the people in the crowd. Her eyes had fallen closed thanks to how engrossed she was with her singing. The lyrics were hypnotic to her – and she had successfully entrapped the attention of those in the crowd.
"His story ever vile… Such wicked thoughts behind a smile… They wonder all the while… I wonder what they're thinking…" The song left her frame as easily as air passed through an open window. The lyrics had been instilled into her mind long ago, and so she needn't think before speaking. She was just about at the halfway mark of her song. No one in the crowd said a word – most of the people were too lost in the song to do anything but close their eyes and sway their bodies in time with the music. The people to go before her had been good, but their music had lacked this calming effect. Rather than energize the listener, it relaxed them – almost to the point that they could fall asleep.
"His painted face is all I see… He's always haunting me… He's pulling strings of life tonight…" It was hypnotic effect of her voice that kept people from being lulled into slumber. All attention was on her – more than she ever could have expected. More than anyone ever could have known. More than people were there to listen to her song. There was a special visitor there that none were aware of, and he had taken a liking to her music. She held his attention as well, though the hypnotic effect of her voice could not affect him like it did a normal man.
"He sleeps… Please buy me time… Oh please, rewind… That tainted rhyme…" She continued on, the song nearing its ending point. She had yet to open her eyes to see how the people were reacting to her voice. No doubt that she would stare back at them in awe and break their trance with her stunned silence if she did so. That would ruin the moment before it was time for it to end. Her eyes remained closed, and she continued to sway her body.
"Silence breaks the stage tonight… And then becomes awake… A silver plague of rage it stains… The night until the day…" She pictured the demonic clown appearing before a frightened child in a flurry of monochrome smoke, drowning out all light that might have been provided from mechanical sources. She imagined the blood and the screams of the tiny person as they were torn apart by Laughing Jack, but her voice never faltered. Her song turned the terror of his legend into a soft and eerie lullaby – and it had the crowd held captive with its power.
"He's never satisfied… He's bringing gifts of vengeful life… So many tears he's cried… I wonder what he's thinking…" She was so close to finishing her song. Her voice slowed only slightly in an attempt to draw it out, but she kept in time with the music. In her mind, the image of the killer clown reanimating the corpse of the dead child stood clear as day. The way it groaned with memories of its pain and struggled to move on mangled limbs. Everything was lucid to her, but her voice gave no hint of the gore she saw in her head.
"His painted face is all I see… He's always haunting me… He's pulling strings of life tonight…" Thus the clown had claimed another victim, and yet he was not content. Rather, he immediately set out in search of another child to maul and claim as his slave. The tale played out in her head as she reached the ending point of her song.
"He weeps… Such selfish crimes… Oh please, rewind… I'm out of time…" Her voice trailed off and came to a blinding halt as she finished her song. For a few moments after that, her eyes remained closed. The hypnotic behavior of her song held for a short time, then all at once everyone seemed to snap out of their trance. When they did, it didn't take long for the thunderous sound of the crowd's applause to meet her ears. That was when she opened her eyes to see the beaming faces of those who stood before her. Virtually everyone was clapping. Pride rose inside her, as did relief. They liked her song – she hadn't just been setting unrealistic expectations for herself when she entered the contest. She really was the one in the spotlight, if only for a moment.

All too soon, that light left her, but not for the reasons that most would suspect. Without the slightest form of warning, all of the lights in the building went out. There were no flickers to warn that it may happen – no visible signs that the power may cut out. One moment the room was well lit, and the next, everything was wrapped in darkness. At first, everything seemed normal for the situation. People began to question the sudden darkness, and someone shouted that they would go and check the breaker. Hell didn't break loose until someone screamed. By then people had already pulled out their cellphones to try and add a bit of light to the room – and she was one of these people. It was no surprise that people began to look around after hearing the scream, and that was when panic broke out.

She couldn't see what the problem was, thanks to her location, but she could see people bolting away from something. It was like watching roaches scurry away from an unexpected flash of light. She didn't know what the problem was, but the screaming that echoed throughout the building was easily enough to give her a headache. Confused, she began to try and climb off the stage so that she could find out what the cause of all the drama was. She didn't get to make it far, though – because something caught her eye. The people in the crowd were not only trying to avoid something in the center of the room, they were trying to escape something that was running around. It was hard to see what it was, but she was able to see a black blur dart from side to side. Eventually, she became aware of the fact that people seemed to disappear whenever it moved.

They weren't disappearing, though, she knew it. Given how everyone was acting, there was something in the crowd attacking people. Almost immediately her curiosity vanished and was replaced by fear. The urge to go into the crowd was long gone, and instead she wanted to try and get out of the building. She knew where the back exit was, and had a feeling that that would be her safest bet. Awkwardly, she climbed back onto the stage and proceeded to walk towards the back. Thanks to the darkness, she couldn't just run for the exit. She had to use her phone as a guide, because the last thing she wanted was to get hurt. She needed to get out of the building so that she could call the police. How unfortunate for her that she wasn't able to make it far off of the stage before something grabbed her.

Almost immediately she screamed and began to thrash. She didn't know what had hold of her, but there was no possible way for it to be human. She could feel claws digging into her sides, and struggled to try and get out of its grip. She felt her body get lifted off of the ground, and another panicked scream escaped her. She didn't want to die like this – not at the hands of some unknown beast that was probably about to tear her head off. Instead of feeling teeth bore into her flesh, she found herself being nauseous. The sensation that consumed her was akin to the sensation of falling. It made her stomach lurch, and she feared that she might empty her stomach. As abruptly as the feeling hit her, it disappeared – but left her feeling queasy. At the same time, the darkness she had been surrounded by vanished.

She abruptly found herself in a place surrounded by flashing lights, but she was too shaken by everything to really take her surroundings into consideration. She was still being held by something, and the desire to escape had yet to leave her. Her struggling resumed, and to her surprise she was dropped on the ground. Thanks to her abrupt release, she wasn't able to land firmly on her feet. Her legs buckled almost immediately, and she scraped her knees on the dirt as her upper body came down. Not even a second later, she was scrambling to her feet in hopes of getting away. She didn't know or care how she had gotten where she was, all she knew was that she needed to get away from whatever had caught her. Sadly, she wasn't given the chance to escape. She was grabbed again almost as soon as she stood up to try and run.

This time she was forcibly turned to face her captor. Her jaw might as well have hit the ground when she realized who and what had captured her and killed all those people. Yes, killed. Given the amount of blood on his face, there was no doubt in her mind that a number of people in the crowd had been massacred. That wasn't the worst of it though. The being that had appeared and kidnapped her, was none other than the inspiration for her song. She would have backed away in fear had he not been holding onto her shoulders. Terrified, she peered up into his glacier blue eyes and struggled to keep from crying. Adoring a fictitious creature was one thing – you knew it couldn't do anything to hurt you and so you were safe. It was a whole other story when the fictional creature turned out to be real, and that you were at its mercy.

Her voice refused to work for her. She wanted to try and talk her way out of the dangerous situation she had fallen into – though she was sure that that wouldn't do any good. All she could do was stare up at the being as he peered down at her. His face seemed to be void of emotion as he looked at her. She flinched when he moved one of his hands from her shoulder to brush some of the hair out of her face. No doubt he smeared blood all over her forehead when he did so. She found herself sucking in a breath when the killer clown abruptly leaned over so that their eyes were level. He stared at her for what felt like an eternity, making her feel as if she was unable to breathe. She heard him make a noise that sounded like a chuckle, then stiffened when she felt something press against her mouth.

Despite the fact that her mind went blank for a full minute, it wasn't difficult for her to tell that the homicidal clown of legend was kissing her. Honestly, she had no idea how to react – or what would happen if she did. She just froze and stood there like a statue, dumbfounded by the situation through her fear. She didn't dare to move when the clown pulled back and stared at her. All she could do was stand eerily still and stared at the being in confusion while he smirked at her.

"And here I thought you'd be one of the groupies that are always wanting to bed me~" Laughing Jack purred with a laugh, before he flat out picked the young woman up and began to walk off with her.
"Looks like I'll need to take my time and seduce you~" He stated with a laugh – a laugh that was more than enough to make her tremble. It properly portrayed his insanity. Not that that was what she was paying any attention too. She was paying attention to what he had just said. Did he seriously think that she was a Groupie? As in one of the girls who threw themselves at famous people because they want to have their babies? Where did he get that idea? On another note – did he seriously say that he was going to seduce her? She didn't know if that was a good thing or not, and she definitely didn't know if she wanted to find out. Sadly, she had a feeling that she wasn't in a situation where she would get much say in things. This kind of a situation was, well, it was different. That was for sure.

He was technically an imaginary friend that went around killing people. There weren't exactly known methods of dealing with creatures like him. All she could do was go along with it and hope that she would make it out of the situation unscathed. Or, at least get out with as little damage done to her body as possible. She had a feeling that he was physically incapable of not hurting people with his claws. Nervous, she found herself reaching out to try and hold onto him. The fear of being dropped was as evident in her frame as the fear of being attacked – but his earlier statements made it semi-clear that he had no intentions of harming her. Not yet, at least. When she latched on to his suspenders, she heard him laugh. Clearly he was amused by her timid behavior. No doubt she acted similarly to the children he liked to kill.

Her paranoia only grew at the thought of it. She was in one of the most screwed up situations imaginable. She was literally about to be seduced by a creature who enjoyed torturing and killing people – children especially. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to push the mental images out of her head. They had been fun to picture when she believed that Laughing Jack was just a myth, but now they were more terrifying than anything. Eventually the clown stopped walking around the fairgrounds with her and stepped into a large tent – it was in surprisingly good condition compared to everything else she had seen. The interior of the tent also seemed to be cleaner than the outside landscape. She didn't know whether or not she was supposed to be happy about that. Yes, it was nice to be in a clean, well-kept area.

However, it also made her question exactly why this particular tent was so well maintained. Before her imagination had the chance to get the upper hand and begin to run rampant, she felt his hands release her abruptly. Thanks to her grip on his suspenders, she didn't fall. Instead, she was left to dangle off of his clothes for a moment, before he grabbed hold of her arms and picked her up that way.

"It's cute that you don't want me to let go of you, but there's only so much I can do without needing to put you down~" Laughing Jack said with a chuckle, before he let go of her hands to drop her. She half expected to scrape her knees on the ground again, but instead of landing on dirt, her frame hit something soft. It didn't take long for her to realize that she was on a mattress. Just a mattress though, not a bed or anything else that supported one. The mattress was on the floor – which surprisingly enough wasn't dirt. Inside the tent there seemed to be a normal floor of sorts. She just couldn't tell if it was a wooden floor or stone. The color made it difficult to tell – but she was sure that it wasn't carpet. Unsure of what to do, she curled up at the far edge of the bed and stared up at the being. He really towered over her now, so naturally she felt small and frail compared to him.

If this was how she felt when he seemed to lack the intention of harming her, then she had no idea how she would feel if and when he decided to kill her. All she could do was stare up at him as he peered down at her, seeming to be in thought. A squeak burst from her lips when he abruptly moved his hand towards her face. Granted, anyone would make a distressed sound and flinch if someone held knives towards their head. That might not have been what was happening in a literal sense, but that was the basis of it. The clown's fingers were basically sharp weapons of mass destruction. She struggled to stay calm while the being wrapped his thumb and forefinger around her chin so that he could examine her face. She didn't understand what he was doing or why, but she wasn't about to question his behavior.

All she could bring herself to do was try not to stare at him. That and she did her best to hold still, seeing as she definitely didn't want to see what those claws of his could do to her cheeks.

"Hmm… Let's get this paint off you. As nice as you look as a zombie, I'd like to see how you look as a healthy young woman~" Laughing Jack cooed with a grin, before he began to wipe the back of his sleeve against her face. She snapped her eyes closed to keep him from rubbing them with the rough fabric, and mentally cursed. The makeup wasn't as easy to remove as he seemed to think. She usually needed to use rubbing alcohol or something to get all of it off her skin. Odds were he wouldn't be able to get it off of her.
"There we go~" His stated with a smile as he pulled his arm back. Okay, never mind. He had somehow managed to scrub the makeup off of her face with nothing but a dry cloth. But hey, he was a magical clown. There were probably a lot of things he could do without need of assistance. Unsure of what to do, she tried to move her hair out of her face – only for him to grab her hand. Of course he started to get the makeup off of the rest of her body. She had put it virtually everywhere – only her torso and thighs were bare of it. The rest of her had been painted to look like a zombie. She sat patiently – and awkwardly – while he cleaned the makeup off of her skin. When he was finally done, she watched as he pulled back somewhat to examine her.
"Hmm~… Not bad~" The clown stated with a bit of a purr, before he laughed and used one of his hands to push her so that she would lie flat atop the mattress.
"You looked better as a zombie, though. After this, I just might turn you into one~" Laughing Jack stated in what sounded like a joking manner – and god, she hoped it was just a joke. She definitely didn't want to be turned into a mindless corpse that existed only to amuse him. Surprising as it was, she could feel her heartbeat speed up as the clown slipped his hand underneath her outer layer of clothing. She couldn't help but jump when the sound of fabric ripping hit her hears. A moment later, she felt herself calm slightly when she realized that he had only torn through the tattered garment that she wore over her dress. Alright, that she didn't really care about. He wasn't ruining anything – the cloth was just there for decoration. It was her dress that she didn't want him to rip apart.

Not that she would say anything if he decided to flat out rip it off of her. Luckily for her, he didn't seem intent on doing so. Even so, she couldn't keep from biting her lip in an attempt at staying calm. He slipped his hand up her dress to trail his claws across her abdomen. Naturally the knowledge that his claws could easily gore her stomach made her anxious, but she did what she could to keep calm. Hopefully he knew how to be gentle – though based on his earlier behavior she highly doubted that. Despite this, there was no means of keeping herself from trembling at the feel of his claws skimming across the bottom of her breast. The dress she wore exposed a lot of her back, so she wasn't wearing a bra. There was literally nothing there to keep him from touching her chest directly – which may or may not have been a good thing.

She heard the homicidal clown purr and chuckle, seeming to enjoy her timid responses to his touch. Well, at least one of them was genuinely enjoying the situation. If she didn't fear for her life, then she might have found the contact relaxing – not to mention arousing. But, she was indeed terrified, so it was hard to actually enjoy herself.

"Oh, come now (Y/N)~ There's nothing to worry about, I promise~ I'll be taking good care of you~" Laughing Jack purred, seeming to be both aware of and amused by her anxiety. As convincing as his voice was, she highly doubted that there was nothing for her to worry about. Her feelings were clear as day on her face – and for a moment she saw his smile falter. However, it quickly reappeared as he held a piece of candy in front of her face.
"Try this~" He cooed, pressing the possibly poisoned treat against her lips.
"It'll help you relax~" He added. Much to her dismay, she opened her mouth and let the candy slip between her lips. She didn't want to resist and risk pissing him off – because if he got mad then she was sure that the situation would go from near-pleasant to very, very unpleasant. She would rather him be in a good mood and seemingly attempting to be nice to her. Before long, the inside of her mouth began to tingle, as did her lips. She didn't know what was in the candy, but it definitely made her feel a little off. The tingling sensation gradually spread throughout her body, and to her surprise the homicidal clown simply sat and watched. He seemed to be waiting for the drugged treat to take hold of her completely. Just as the tingling reached the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes, it disappeared.

When it did, it seemed to take all of her negative emotions with it. Fear, paranoia, anxiety, terror – every sour emotion that had been making her uneasy vanished when the candy took full effect. All that was left was the sense of calm. She was surprisingly relaxed, but completely aware of what was happening. Whatever he gave her, it was something way different from what she had expected.

"Woah…" She found herself murmuring, no longer afraid of what would happen if she spoke her mind. The clown chuckled at this and resumed feeling her skin underneath her dress.

"That's better now, isn't it~" Laughing Jack cooed, seeming to smile down at the now relaxed woman. Idly, she nodded her head, before beginning to squirm. There was still the risk of him ruining her clothes. The fear was gone, yes, but the desire to keep her belongings in tact were still there.

"Don't rip my dress." She muttered as she wrapped her fingers around his arm in an attempt to pull his hand out from underneath her clothed. The clown chuckled at this, seeming to be amused by her behavior. He complied and removed his hand from her bodice, but swirled a finger a bit with a hum.

"Then would you be a dear and roll over so I could undo your dress properly~?" Laughing Jack mused, seeming to be in good spirits. Now that she had calmed down, he could get her to play with him a bit. That would make this a heck of a lot more fun for him. He rather enjoyed teasing his partners, and having them tease him back. It made this such a fun game. Humming a bit, she did as was asked. When she did so, she exposed the zipper that rested on the back of her dress. Part of her doubted that he could properly pull it down, but at this point she didn't care what he did as long as it didn't ruin her clothes. She laid still and waited for a moment, then seemed to sigh when she felt him tugging at the back of her dress. The sound of the zipper being undone met her ears, with helped her relax further. He had successfully undone her dress without damaging it.

With the zipper undone, she sat upon her knees so that he could slide the cloth down her shoulders. The sound of him humming met her ears and she turned her head to peer over her shoulder. He cast her a sly smile when their eyes met, and moved a hand to her front to hold her ribs.

"You'll need to stand for a moment so I can slip you out of this~" Laughing Jack cooed playfully, before he helped the woman onto her feet. Once she was standing, he slid the fabric down her frame and supported her while she stepped out of it. That left her virtually naked. Only her most intimate place was left unexposed. Even so, that didn't leave much to the imagination. With her basically bare, he allowed her to sit back down – and then he proceeded to trail his claws along her frame. She couldn't help but relax at the tender touches and lean against him slightly. Unable to feel fear, she was completely at ease with the sharp digits that ran along her skin. The clown took his time to seduce her – just as he had stated that he would. When he grew bored of his, he dipped his claws into her underwear to test and see if she was ready for him. The action drew a startled gasp from her, and he chuckled.
"Well now, I'm flattered~" He teased, before easily slipping her out of her dampened underwear to leave her bare. Once she was naked and seemingly eager to continue, he slipped off his suspenders so that he could drop his pants enough to expose himself.
"Sorry little miss, but I'm afraid you'll be the only one of us that's naked~ I'm not in the mood to get out of all my clothes." The clown purred as he reached out to slip her into his lap. She gasped at the feel of his stiff length rubbing between her cheeks. Her back was too him, so she couldn't exactly see what his shaft looked like or how big it was. Based on the feel of it, it was thick. A shudder coursed through her frame as she felt him teasingly grind against her backside, and for a moment she believed that he intended on having anal sex with her. Had she not still been under the effects of the candy, she would have gotten nervous at the idea of it. However, she soon felt him slip his erect member in another direction to rub it between her folds. He used her body's leaking juices to lubricate himself a bit, then slowly slipped into her. A shaky sigh escaped her at the feel of his intrusion.

There was no pain – much to her surprise. The pressure in her abdomen was more intense than she could have expected, but it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, she enjoyed it. He stayed still for a moment to make sure that she was comfortable, and once it was clear that she was alright he showed her how much of a beast he could be in bed. Thanks to his lack of human weakness, he was able to keep a rough pace without tiring out. Honestly, she expected his arm to at least get tired. She was still in his lap and rather than buck his hips he lifted her up and let her fall back onto him. To keep herself from landing too hard on him, she tensed her knees to slow her decent. When her legs began to tremble from being overused, he lifted her up once more to turn her around so that she could face him.

Afterwards, he fell back and wrapped an arm around her back to make her lie down on top of him. That was when he started to use his hips – and the angle had him pressing into her in a way that had her seeing stars. Her body attempted to arch from the pleasure but was unable to thanks to his hold on her. All she could do was grip his shirt and try not to be too loud while he used her to please himself. Height difference was what kept them from trying to initiate kisses – he would have had to curl his upper body awkwardly in order to reach. The knot in her abdomen tightened as he moved, causing her breathing to grow more ragged as her body tried to calm itself. That was around the time that he decided to do something rather unexpected. A squeak escaped her when she felt him press a claw against her other hole.

The effects of the candy were what kept her from being terrified of what he was up too. She felt the sharp digit slip past the tight ring of muscle to add to the pressure of her abdomen. Somehow, the feel of it increased her pleasure. In the back of her mind she knew that he was probably cutting her open, but she wasn't in the state to care. Before long, the spring that had formed in her abdomen unwound. Her voice left her as a long whine as her body trembled. Her insides pulsed and spasmed, trying to milk the being of his seed – the female body knew how to get what it wanted. Laughing Jack seemed to purr at the feel of it, and a hum escaped him as he spilled into her. He did not shudder or tense in any way. Instead his body seemed to grow more relaxed as he pumped his essence into her frame.

Her shuddering continued until his orgasm seemed to stop. For an inhuman being, he seemed to have a lot pent up. She would have expected him to be having fun whenever he felt like it. Now exhausted, she fell virtually limp on top of him and tried to catch her breath. Not long after, her world faded to black…
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She awoke safe and sound in her home, much to her surprise. At first, she believed that everything had been a dream. As in she had been so excited about the contest that she imagined everything in her sleep. However, when she sat up in hopes of getting out of bed, she found that she was nude. There was also a sharp sting in her abdomen, near her navel. Startled, she pulled off her blankets to spot white stains on the sheets. Biting her lip, she tried to piece everything together. The odds of her actually meeting and sleeping with Laughing Jack were in the negative numbers, they were so low. So, what had actually happened? She could only conclude that she had gotten drunk at the party and done it with someone dressed as the homicidal clown. At least, that had been her conclusion for about twenty seconds.

That mindset changed almost immediately upon hearing the semi-familiar chortle of said demonic entity. Snapping her head around, she spotted him leaning against the back wall of her room. Petrified, she watched as he raised a hand to wave at her with his fingers.

"Sleep well~?" Laughing Jack mused in a teasing voice, seeming to be well aware of the fact that she had thought everything was a dream. Startled, she stared at the being in shock. She really had spent the night with a homicidal clown entity. Now it new where she lived and would probably be interested in bothering her frequently. When she didn't say anything, the clown chuckled and pointed to the garment hanging on the side of her dresser.
"Your dress is right there. Don't worry, I didn't rip it." He informed her, before he began to walk towards the bed. She found herself lying back in bed to try and hide from him – not that it did her much good. He smirked down at her and seemed to bend over so that he could hover his face above hers.
"I had fun last night~ We'll have to do that again sometime." He purred, before he playfully pressed his lips against her forehead to draw a startled squeak from her. Afterwards, he stood back up and smirked down at her as he swiped his tongue across his lips. Embarrassed, she hid under her blankets in hopes that he would leave her alone from there. She heard him laugh at her, making it clear that he was mocking her embarrassment. Afterwards, she came to realize that her room had gone completely silent. Hesitantly, she peeked out from under her blankets to find that the clown was gone. All that remained in place of him was a little stuffed doll made to look like him. She didn't know whether she wanted it there or not, but for the time being she would leave it be. There was still the risk of getting attacked if she pissed him off.

Now that she was alone, she opted to get out of bed and go clean herself up. Her abdomen was sore and she knew that a hot shower would help her relax. After that, she would need to change her bedding…

Hope everyone enjoyed this~
The song used as inspiration is "Painted Faces" by Trickwi. Credit goes to them.
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