Picture a woman, half-naked, running down an abandoned city street at night. Tears are running down her face as she gasps and sobs. You hear an odd noise, quiet at first, barely there but soon it becomes louder. Squeaking. Constant squeaking from multiple sources. Then they come around the corner.
Clowns. A dozen of them, their shoes making loud squeaking and honking noises, their painted on smiles only slightly larger than the real smiles they have on their faces. The woman is barefoot and is quickly caught and surrounded by these painted-up attackers.
Before she can cry out, a balloon giraffe is shoved down her throat as several clowns take out their own balloons and begin putting them onto their throbbing erections. She's bent over one of the clowns while two others come at her from the front and behind. They quickly penetrate her and begin honking their horns in rhythm with their thrusts while the idle clowns perform somersaults and pratfalls as they wait for their turns with her.
The honking begins to speed up as the clowns near orgasm and increase the rate of their thrusting. Shortly after, they all pull out of her and ejaculate into their balloons. They then quickly remove them, blow them up, and make them into different balloon animals as the other clowns move in to take their turns.
This goes on for nearly two hours. The woman is exhausted and bruised, trembling from the cold and the trauma. Most of the clowns have left, save one final clown ******* her throat raw. He pulls his cock out and blows his load all over her face, then stands back to admire his handiwork.
She looks up at him, tears in her red eyes and tries to talk.
He hits her in the face with a pie.