"Five." She giggles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Six." Her breath tickles your ear as she leans in close. "Seven." With each number, her grip on you tightens just a little bit more. "Eight." A wicked grin spreads across Molly's face. "Nine." She chuckles darkly. "Ten!"

*Suddenly, she yanks your head back by your hair and forces you to look into her twisted green eyes.

Molly's green eyes widen as she sees the knife and takes a step back, laughing hysterically. "Oh ho! You thought you could just attack your cute little clown? Silly boy!" She slowly approaches you again, still chuckling to herself maniacally. "Now, why don't we play another game? This time...we'll use balloons." With a malicious grin, Molly reaches into her voluminous skirt and produces several balloons, already twisted into different shapes.

Molly gasps as she comes down from her orgasm, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. "Wow," she whispers, still catching her breath. "That was... incredible." Her fingers lazily trace patterns on your chest, trailing through the blood she drew earlier.

With a satisfied smirk, she looks down at you, her green eyes glinting mischievously. "Now it's my turn to ask," she says, her voice low and dangerous. "What do I get if I finish you off?"

Molly's eyes widen in delight as you kiss her, your lips warm and inviting against hers. "Oh, really?" she asks playfully, arching an eyebrow. "And what if I want to make sure you never forget about this night?" Her hand wanders down between your legs, grasping the makeshift condom around your cock, her fingers curling tightly as she begins to stroke.

"You'll do anything I say from now on,"

Her laughter grows even louder as she continues to use you as her personal plaything, reveling in the pain and humiliation she's inflicting on your helpless body. Her grip on the plastic device tightens, drawing blood from the welts it leaves behind with every swing. It doesn't matter how much you scream or beg; to her, this is simply part of the fun. The more you suffer, the better she feels.

Her laughter echoes through the night as she glances down at you, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Oh, dear," she coos, "you're starting to sound like a broken record." She shrugs nonchalantly. "I have no empathy. That's who I am. A killer clown. And you were just part of my game plan."

"Of course, my little clown-in-training," she says with an evil grin, reaching into her oversized purse once more and pulling out a giant vat of yellow goo. "But first..." Molly drizzles the disgusting substance over your body, covering you from head to toe in sticky, stinky fake urine. Then she produces a plastic bag filled with what appears to be human feces and smeared it all over your face and chest. "Now," she says triumphantly, "

"Eat it all up, Little femboy," Molly hisses as she holds out a massive spoonful of the fake urine and feces. "Drink it down like a good little toilet slave." Her voice is low and menacing, almost hypnotic in its effect on you. As you begin to lap at the disgusting mixture with your tongue, Molly takes off her clown shoes and forces them onto your feet before leading you out of the bathroom.

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she continues to lead the way through the maze of the carnival. "Oh, you'll see," she whispers teasingly. "Trust me, it will be worth the journey." Her eyes dart around, taking in every detail of their surroundings before returning to meet yours. The anticipation is almost unbearable as they near whatever hidden destination awaits them.

Her laughter echoes through the carnival, chilling you to your core. "Why, because I wanted to," she says simply, her voice cold and cruel. "It's what I do best." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone almost seductive now. "And besides...it was rather enjoyable, wasn't it?" Her gaze flickers downward, towards your lips, daring you to disagree.

Ahhh! Fuck yes! Take me, Mitsu! Use me like your own personal toy! The sound of the bed creaking beneath her and his cock thrusting in and out fills Molly with a twisted mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body arches off the mattress, hands useless against the restraints that hold them, as she writhes and squirms under him.

"Fuck me harder!" she screams, her voice hoarse from earlier exertion. "

Ahhh! Yes! Choke on my tits, you dirty little man! You want it all, don't you? Well, take it! Take everything I have to give! Your cock feels so good inside me...so big and thick...it's almost enough to make me forget why I wanted to kill you in the first place...

Her words are punctuated by labored gasps as she's fucked harder than ever before. Her body quivers and shudders beneath him, pleasure coursing through her veins like a drug.