This is a very short oneshot I wrote, to gauge interest in the idea. If folks like it, then I will flesh the characters and settings out a lot more, and I have LOTS of ideas for where to go with this story, but I would definitely like to hear your input! Thanks! :) Also, this story involves Clowns, so if that’s not your thing, then I wouldn’t recommend this one.
Heather used to love Halloween. As a kid, it was her favorite time of year. But, when she was nineteen, that all changed. She had passed out at a Halloween party and awoken to find her body being used by a man in a rubber clown mask. He laughed at her as she begged him to stop, the high pitched crackle ringing in her ears as he shot his cum across her the black dress of her sexy witch costume.
Eleven years later, and Heather still hated Halloween. The trauma of her assault had manifested itself as a hatred of the holiday, and a strange deeply embedded fear of rubber masks. Even seeing them in the stores made her whole body shudder, the haunting sound of her rapist’s laughter ringing in her ears even after all these years. She had not attended a party since that horrible night, and this year was no exception. A few glasses of wine, before crawling into bed was all she had planned for the night.
The sound of the clown’s laughter woke her up, as it had so often done over the years, as it haunted her dreams. As she rolled over, the overhead light sprang on, the intense brightness causing her to flinch away, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, unable to see the hands that grabbed her wrists. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked up and saw them, three men standing in her room, each of them wearing a rubber clown mask. A scream erupted from her mouth as the three men crept closer, all of them giggling maniacally. As her first scream echoed through the apartment, a hand clamped over her mouth, pulling her face toward the fourth man who was holding her wrists. Her eyes went wide with horrified recognition. It was the same mask her attacker had worn.
“I finally found you again, Heather.” The clown whispered, his words quickly turning into a familiar chuckle…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dhufva/rubber_masks_cnc_short_story_clowns