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Subject:First Entry... Story Start
Time:07:49 pm
I was walking down to the record store one day when I passed this clown walking up in the opposite direction. She was just like those clowns you see on tv: a huge foam red nose, a mulicolored polkadot jumpsuit, and yellow yarn hair with a huge purple flower, except her makeup was all runny and gross looking. I couldnt help but stare. And she stared back. All of a sudden as I walked past her, I fell forward onto the sidewalk. As I looked up, I saw her towering over me with a horrible sneer on her face. Then she kicked me in the stomach and yelled, "Thats exactly what you deserve!" and walked away. I laid there, hunched over in pain, confused.
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gotter
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Time:2003-11-15 08:14 pm (UTC)
After the assult from the evil clown, I thought, "screw the record store, I need a drink." I walked further down the street very slowly and entered a little cafe. I sat by a window as I sipped my hot tea and flipped through an old magazine. As I drew my last sip I saw something outside. BRIGHT POLKADOTS, YELLOW HAIR!!!! I threw my cup down and ran outside, creeping up on the clown from hell. Once I got close enough I tackled the Clown pushing her into a woman that just walked out of Burger king. Turns out it was just another clown on it's lunch break.
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crzy14u2kno
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Time:2003-11-18 09:11 am (UTC)
Later on when i was walking down the street feeling sorry from tackling the clown. I saw that evil ugly bitch walking from outta the dollar tree. I yelled look you evil skanky trick im bout to stab you in your right throat and get some head for your life and get it over with. And then she was like not if i do it to you first . And i was like Heffer please I will beat you with the ugly stick and dragg you all up and down chippenham parkway you dyrti skank. She started to run and i jumped in my car.........
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gotter
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Time:2003-11-18 12:22 pm (UTC)
I kept driving and driving, but it was like she vanished out of thin air. I kept thinking this must be national clown day, because every where I looked all I saw were clowns. Yellow Yarn hair, Polkadots were every where. I felt like I was gonna be sick, so I drove to my mom's house...
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ergie
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Time:2003-11-21 06:37 am (UTC)
My mom didn't hear me as I banged on the door, wanting desperatly to come in. In my right hand, a McDonald's take out bag. In my left, a shot gun (It was on the ground behind the fire hydrant). I banged on the door again. I pressed my ear to the door, hearing the sounds of audience laughter and Conan O'Brien doing his opening monologue to Late Night. Fucking Conan O'Brien. I banged louder on the door. I kept glancing over my shoulder into the dark of the suburban neighborhood my mom lived. The lamps (all the same in front of every house) shined bright, illuminating our little section of the col-de-sac. I heard a rustling in the bushes seperating her property to next door, and saying "shit" under my breath and scooted alongside the house, looking for the window of the living room. I found it, after stepping on her daisies (I'll replant them later), I banged on the window. Of course, that didn't work.

I pulled out my cell phone, turned it on, and say it flash low power. Of course that always has to happen when one needs the cell phone the most. I dialed her number, and heard the phone ring with a delay inside somewhere. "Edgar, get the phone!" she shrilled to my Dad somewhere inside. It rang again. This time she shuffled up out of her sofa, and shuffled down the carpet in those (i'm guessing) pink fuzzy bedroom slippers she always wore. She got to the phone and picked it up, saying "Hello, hello, hello" in a sind-song voice. She paused, waiitng. She went "HELLO?!?" in a louder voice.

She didn't hear me because outside, someone jumped me, knocking me down, Mcdonald's bag and all.
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chickenbonez77
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Time:2003-11-22 05:08 pm (UTC)
i woke up hours later in a little room, chained to the bed from my wrists and my ankles. i felt anger, and fright. where was i at? then two clowns unlocked the heavy metal door, and stepped into the room with me. they had a tray that doctors use, with needles, medicines, and surgery tools. this has to be a dream...this cannot really be happening to me. the clowns injected me with some type of medicine...it made me drowsy, and the last thing i remember seeing was the skalpal cutting into my chest.
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ergie
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Time:2003-11-23 12:27 am (UTC)
the gimp sat alone in his trunk, and he heard screaming from the outside. Muffled by the red rubber ball that gagged him, he felt like screaming too. He pushed his shoulder against the side of the trunk, tipping it over. The top broke open, and he crawled out. He watched, horrified, from uner a spare bed as the two clowns started cutting up the man on the bed. the gimp, unsure of what was going on, with sweat pouring down his face, looked around, and made silent whimpering.
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tiwanta
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Time:2003-11-24 07:05 am (UTC)
Whether his throat hurt from the muffled screams he had attempted to bellow forth earlier... or whether his mind was turning to his wife and kids who were wondering where he was....

it didn't matter.

He was a simple business man who got invited to a "discreet fetish party" that had totally gone berserk.

He had no idea that there would be clowns involved. He had no idea that he would have seltzer bottles shoved in his ass... He had no clue as to where he actually was.

He was (is?) an investment banker.. He handled other people's money for a living. He was normally quiet... He dreaded offending people and most certainly didn't want to make waves... but one day... as it often happens.. he got bored and needed a little spice... He'd always visited the "XXXXtrEEME" kink sites... they'd always turned him on... so he figured he would give it a shot.

his mind flashed back to that night... when he sat there with his pud in his hand, rubbing off with Yanni playing in the background as he looked at bondage pics on the web... there was one that caught his eye... one that showed
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ergie
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Time:2003-11-24 07:17 pm (UTC)
Shit.

Pure, smelly, brown shit covering a woman, her mouth hanging open, as another woman, obviously the more domainting one, bent over her with her enlarged buttock (she was corseted)dumping her excrement into the mouth of the waiting lass. The "receiver", her mouth open, tongue out, glaced to the side and out at the viewer.

Her mouth was full of this semi-solid, and dribbles of brown water came down out the of the corners of her mouth, neck, and over her large bound breasts. She was tied with rope, japenese rope bondage, and her legs were held spread apart. Pushed up into her shaved vagina was an unpeeled banana, covered first in duck sauce, and shined brightly with a lens glare. Her vaginal juices dripped down over the banana. Her feet were in cement filled bucekts, ancoring her to the ground. Her hair...blond, long, tied in a tight braid, extended up from the top of her head to a hook that suspended down from someplace off the photo's edge. She looked happy.
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tiwanta
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Time:2003-11-25 07:22 am (UTC)
Some people may not understand the fascination.

He, however... found it artistic to see people debased even lower than dogs. Especially women. Women were so stuck up sometimes.

His wife had come in and caught him. She was so reviled....

As usual, he covered it up by saying it "was just a pop-up"
"no, im not into that sick stuff"

"ok, hon.. ill come to bed"

"did you want to play around tonight?"

"ok.. yeah, i understand.. its cool... maybe tomorrow?"

No wonder he needed an escape.
His best friend had a wife that was NEVER tired of sex. He should know, as they'd been having an affair ever since his best friend got married. His buddy even told him that she loved to give head... and that she was insatiable in bed.....

why couldnt HE have found a woman like that.

Oh well... Win some, lose some. They had kids... jobs... responsibilities... and he had his private obsessions.....

he checked his email, thinking dirty thoughts about little kids and animals.... when he looked at his inbox...

and saw his acceptance letter....

Finally... $782.00 for a 3 day package, complete with official-looking faux training documents and "certificate of completion" to hang on your wall, as well as a call center for bosses and spouses.

he reveled in the possibilities... He had to jack off, now... he was too jazzed. He rubbed off quickly into the sink... and then lay awake in bed.....

the next morning he woke up and called out of work, leaving the phone number where he could be reached... and set off to the address listed in the email.

when he got there, he did not expect the results. There were
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ergie
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Time:2003-11-25 12:01 pm (UTC)
goats standing in the middleof the darkened room, standing on a bed of straw. The room had a strong urine smell, and the two billy goats, as well as one female and one kid, stood there, chewing, looking off lazily. He just stood there, staring.

He moved to the side of the room, not realizing he had stepped in a pile of goat dung. Sighing, he tried to wipe his shoe off, causing starw to stick to the shoe. He was kicking his shoe againstthe wall when the door opened. Light streamed across the room, and he squinted his eyes.

A figure appeared at the door
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tiwanta
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Time:2003-11-25 12:21 pm (UTC)
Mr. Thomas Bidwell?

He thought to himself... who? Oh yeah! The alias that I was given to use!

"Y-Yes.. that's me."

"Come with me, Mr. Bidwell"
The figure was more apparent. It looked like a farmer. He motioned down a trap door.

The old codger chuckled... "heh heh heh.. yep.. it's our cover... for all them religious types out there. Have fun..... SICKO" the old man said as he slammed the trap door shut. he heard the sound of a metal bolt closing...

suddenly he wondered if this was such a good idea.
He walked down the rest of the stairs to a row of plain looking rooms that had very thin walls, and lots of inexplicable noises emminating from them.

The walls were plain, unsanded, dark wood. Not dark stained.. dark, old...

Each door had a simple rusty door knob on it with no obvious locking mechanism in place. With no instruction, he opened the first door on the left.

He saw a dim 20-watt bulb hanging from the ceiling and there was a fat, hairy (but balding) old man having sex with a quadruple amputee.... there were two chairs, one of which had a man in a business suit with his pecker out as he masturbated to this spectacle.
Wow, they must cater to EVERY need here....

He shut the door and decided to try the one across from it....

he opened the first one on the right and saw

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