The calliope music was blaring, and the lights from the different carnival rides shone in the dark night like so many beacons. People hurried to and fro, only too eager to have a good time in the small town of Donville, Iowa. The people worked hard, gave an honest day's work for an honest dollar, and now they wanted to spend time and money enjoying themselves.
Carnivals hadn't changed much since the old days. The only real difference was in the cost of things. Anyone buying a ride, or playing a game in a carnival forty years earlier paid all of a nickel. Today it cost ten times as much-if it was one of the cheaper rides.
Unfortunately most of the carnival ethics consisted of trying to take the customer-or sucker-for as much as possible. Perhaps dishonesty had become a way of life there.
The only attraction that gave its money's worth, if one really cared for it, was the sideshow. The people in the sideshow were only too real. They were called freaks, because something about each of them made them different physically, from the norm. What most people didn't realize was, they were no different emotionally. They had feelings, and it hurt them to be held up to ridicule and looked at with scorn, but it was all they knew how to do. No one would hire them for office work or even blue collar labor.
Mona Kase was the classic poor little rich girl, who had always had everything and anything her heart desired, and as a result was such a spoiled bitch that everyone pitied her. Mona wasn't really beautiful, but then she did have nice features. Her face was a little round, and her eyes were a little puffy from having had too much to drink, but it was still obvious that she was sexy.
Mona had dark hair, not quite black, which she kept cut just above her shoulders in a flattering bouffant hair-do that cost her fifty dollars a week to maintain. But what was fifty dollars to a girl whose father had, at one time, owned the entire town. Her father owned a potato farm, but not just a potato farm. It was probably the largest potato farm in the U.S. What was more, the man had had the good sense to start his own jobbing business, not only selling his own potatoes, but those of neighboring farmers to various retailers throughout the country. Naturally, he always got the best price for his own spuds first, but he did well enough for the neighbors so that they were more than happy to use him. As a result, the man had become a multi-millionaire. So Mona became extremely wealthy when her father upped and died, and her mother had to take over the family business. Her mother was so busy, that Mona almost never saw her. In fact, Mona had her own checking account and her own credit cards, and at the age of eighteen spent more money than any four hundred other females in all of Iowa.
Mona had a straight nose, a plain mouth, a slender neck and body, with big breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. The spoiled brat loved making fun of those less fortunate than she, and in particular, the freaks.
When her boyfriend, Bobby Selkirk, took her to the menagerie tent, she stopped before each of the unfortunates and made some nasty comment to the individual. She called the India-rubber man spineless and like a jellyfish. The fat lady was a human barrage balloon, and no doubt when she farted, it was gas warfare all over again. The strong man was all brawn and no brain. Mona even went as far as to challenge him to show her his masculine muscle, taunting that he probably took steroids to develop the rest of his body, and as a result had almost no genitals. The gorilla-man was more gorilla than man. In fact, he looked more like a gibbous baboon, and probably had as much in the way of brains.
As a matter-of-fact, the only one of the hapless individuals working in the sideshow to take no offense at what Mona said was the ape-man. The unfortunate youth, himself only twenty years old, had the simple mind of a three-year-old, and was barely capable of understanding the simplest words.
The geek was a disgusting individual, and she told him as much out loud, in no uncertain terms, drunkenly telling him if he went down on his women the way he bit the heads off live chickens, he probably didn't have very many lady friends.
Last but not least she made fun of the carnival giant, telling him he was so tall, the thin air had probably blanked out his brains. Undoubtedly, all his length was in his legs, and she teased him that he probably had a three-inch pecker.
Mona wasn't the first person to taunt the poor freaks, nor would she be the last. But there was that certain something about her attitude that aggravated every one of the normally uncaring people. A person with her wealth and personality ought not to taunt unfortunates.
CHAPTER TWO
Mona Kase had a secret of her own. At the age of eighteen, she was still a virgin. She had tried pot, even sniffed coke once, had petted heavily, but when it came to touching a man's genitals, or letting a man touch her between her legs, Mona always froze.
When she had been a young girl, Mona had had a German nurse who had warned her that if she indiscriminately let men touch her, her vagina would internally rot. The nurse was eventually fired, and Mona had studied sex education in school, and her conscious mind had forgotten everything the German nurse had said. But her subconscious had remembered. In her middle teens, she had become obsessed with trying to discover the joys of sex, only to find she would freeze every time she was asked to touch a male, or a male tried going below her waist. Once, when she was sixteen, a boy had all but forced her to touch him, and as a result, Mona had become frozen with fear. The following morning, when she awoke, she discovered her smooth arms and legs had grown a fine covering of lint-like hair. She, who had never before shaved or used Nair, had found herself frantic, and had gone to an electrolysist to have all the hair permanently removed. As a result, she had started drinking heavily, but even at her most drunk, she managed to stop anyone from "going too far" with her.
Oddly enough, her mother, who really didn't give a damn about her, was convinced her daughter was a sleep-around tramp. But with all the money she had, Mona was able to be anything she wanted. She would sometimes go on a bender and disappear for a week or two at a time, only to discover when she returned home, that no one had really missed her or had given a damn. This only served to make her a little more sour, and so she drank a bit more heavily.
That particular night, she was more than half drunk while out with Bobby Selkirk. Bobby was one of the few boys she allowed to date her. Though he had the reputation on his college campus of being King Stud, Mona wanted to be with him solely because he was one of the few local males who had any kind of money. The last thing she wanted was to date a poor boy.
Bobby was as spoiled in his own way as she. He also liked drinking, but he avoided drugs. He was into athletics, and as a result, aside from some hard Scotch, avoided anything, including tobacco, that would slow down his reflexes.
With the show over, Mona let Bobby lead her back to his Ferrari convertible. She slid in on the passenger side, sat back as he got behind the wheel, and less than a minute later, they were off. He drove for about five minutes, coming to Commonwealth Point, where all the cars came to make out. At this time of night half the cars had already gone, and the other half wouldn't be there much longer.
To date, Bobby hadn't done more than rub Mona's breasts a little. In fact, once, to satisfy her curiosity, he had jerked off in front of her to show her his cock was nothing to be afraid of. It wasn't a particularly large or impressive cock, nor was it too small, and Mona, afraid of penises, didn't dare comment on it when they were alone.
He parked the car under a large tree that blocked out the moonlight and the stars, turning off the motor. There were sounds of radio music coming from some of the other cars, and then Mona felt Bobby reach for her, his hands grabbing her waist.
"C'mere, baby," he muttered to her, his voice hoarse with desire for her.
She clamped her mouth to his, drunkenly enjoying this. She always enjoyed kissing and a little fondling. Her lips parted, letting his tongue slither in, and as the oral digit probed the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, her heart began wildly beating.
"Ooooooo mmmm . . . uuuu mmmmm . . . aaaa-hhhh mmmmm!" she moaned over and over again.
Then, as he continued kissing her, she was aware of his hand slipping from around her waist, moving higher, surrounding the firm swells of her overly bloated breasts. His fingertips began to expertly tease her nipples, one at a time, causing them to come tautly erect through the thin material of her blouse and brassiere. Gradually, as he pressed against her more and more, the attractive teenage girl found herself lying back against the door on her side. The sport's car was surprisingly wide, and she had the opportunity to stretch her five-foot-four-inch body along the front seat.
Before her besotted mind quite realized what was happening, her blouse was being undone, then pushed up around her neck when he was unable to undo the last button. Her flimsy brassiere was tugged down, exposing the swells of her naked breasts, and Bobby's hands were massaging and caressing them into maddening hardness, taunting the sensitive areolae with the palms of his hands.
Abruptly, he removed his lips from hers, and he let his lips wander down to take one of her tender, erect buds between them. His playfully teasing tongue on her sensitive nipples was so overpowering, she felt herself driven to a desperate frenzy, more so than usual. It was so desperate, in fact, she was barely aware of his hand, slipping between her legs, stroking the warm flesh of her inner thighs. His fingers moved hungrily, anxiously over the nylon-sheathed softness of her trembling loins, noting she wore stockings and not pantyhose. Mona didn't notice it at first, because his mouth was still sucking hungrily on her nipples. This time his hands went higher.
Without warning, the dark-blond boy swiftly insinuated his probing fingers beneath the narrow elastic of her waistband, tugging at her white panties, yanking them down and stroking the silken mound of her delicate pubic V. As she jerked, he pushed his fingers between the lips of her pink cleft.
"No!" she screamed, aware of what was happening. "For God's sake, Bobby, no! Don't do this!" she gasped the instant she felt that initial tentative contact of his probing finger as it massaged the swollen bud of her clitoris. Her entire body stiffened.
The youth completely ignored Mona's cry, letting her voice drift off into the night air. The radios of the surrounding cars prevented her cries from being heard as he continued stroking with his fingers between her thighs, working his extended middle finger farther and farther into her, pressing into the tightness of her tender virginal slash. He continued his maddening caresses on the quivering little bud of sensation without attempting to penetrate her cunt, and even though her body remained stiff and unwilling, static tingles began blasting their way through her quaking body. Tingling sensation thrilled her, and feelings she had never previously known invaded her, making her body twist, turn, and churn. The sensation slowly but surely overcame the objections issuing from her subconscious, and little by little she found herself relaxing, something she had heretofore been unable to do. Hot waves of desire suddenly began coursing through her quivering body, and for the first time in her life she found she was pressing her vagina against the fingers rubbing it, her buttocks squirming firmly into the seat of the car as she continually responded to the way he was fingering her man-in-the-boat.
Oh, God! It felt so good, so unbelievable! But still, there was that nagging in the back of her mind.
"No, Bobby, no!" she shouted, sensing that the youth, in his slightly drunk, aroused state might be too far gone, and strong as he was, there would be no way for her to hold him back.
She squirmed, trying to pull her body away from his hand, but before she was able to yank herself away from the pleasure she was feeling, his fingers began pushing into the tight foramen of her vagina, stroking carefully, softly, gently. Then, just like that, his fingers were out of her, and he was pulling himself away.
The ecstasy aroused by the probing of his finger into her vagina, added to the pressure she had felt on her clitoris had been good, and she lay with her head against the seatback, letting her body digest what she had just felt. It was over! Thank God! He had come to his senses, but still, it had felt good, and though, for a moment she had been rigidly horrified, the good feeling had overpowered the terror this time. She looked at her arms. No! There were no signs of growing hair. She knew that good as electrolysis was, there had been many hair follicles it hadn't touched in her arms and legs, and she feared that the horror she had experienced would be so overpowering, she would once again look as if she were covered with a film of lint. The next time it might pop out on her belly, as well.
Suddenly she heard the metallic sound of a zipper opening his pants. At the same time she heard some of the other nearby cars starting up and leaving, and she realized that as the boy was exposing himself, pulling out his cock, the other cars were, one by one, leaving. Apparently the occupants of the other cars were finished for the night.
Mona was once again frozen with abject horror. Her eyes opened that much wider as she saw him take out his penis, and she realized Bobby's cock was both longer and thicker than the one she had been forced to touch years before. In fact, it stood from his open fly looking like a gigantic flagpole, in spite of the fact that the first time she had seen it, when he had jerked off in front of her, it hadn't looked nearly that large.
"Please, Bobby," the brown-haired girl gasped, struggling in order to sit upright on the car seat. "I think we've gone far enough. You take me home, take me home right now."
She tried hard to wriggle away from him, but the strength of his masculine arms was too much for her to struggle against. The husky college athlete, already distinguishing himself in the new September term, had already hunched himself over her reclining body, and now he pressed his weight between her parted thighs, tearing her panties out from underneath her skirt as he pushed said skirt back. He had her left calf on top of the seatback, and her right ankle was trapped under the steering wheel of the car.
"Mona, you've cock-teased me long enough," Bobby told her. "I fuck the chicks who date me. You're richer than I am, and I figure you and I oughta get married when I'm out of college, but I want you to turn into a good lay, first. I ain't marrying any frigid Brigit, so tonight you're gonna fuck for me, like it or not."
She stared at him, and the sight of him hovering over her made her think of a huge grizzly bear-albeit a blond oneas he growled down at her. She quaked as she felt the weight of a thick blunt instrument against her inner thigh. She realized immediately it was the boy's prick. The eighteen-year-old girl automatically became a marble statue of rigid fear, her body flinching away from the rubbery head of the solid staff.
Aware this was the time to stop him, before it was too late, the dark-haired girl tried hard to protest again. She opened her mouth to object, but fear had paralyzed her vocal cords. No sounds came out. The words merely stuck in her throat as his large hands seized both her mountainously quivering mammaries, compressing them tightly together until he had the nipples almost touching, and then he was able to literally pop both tan extensions into his mouth at the same time, sucking on them, making them throb between his lips.
Then Bobby did something totally unexpected, something she had heard about, read about, but didn't believe. He let his tongue lick its way down over her trembling body, across the flat of her belly, his desire-stiffened cock moving down the inside of her thigh to her knee, and then along the side of her calf as his face continued moving lower. Unbidden mewls of wanton lust suddenly seeped through the rigid terror filling her, leaping from her lips as the boy's moist tongue flicked forward and delved into her tiny navel.
A moment later the aroused teenager did her best to stop him, but her hands suddenly seemed to refuse to obey the commands being issued by her mind, and she settled herself lower on the long, wide seat. Overcome by sensations of maddening patterns of indecent desire trailing behind Bobby's gently lapping tongue, the attractive rich girl gasped.
Without warning, his fingers hooked themselves into the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, and before she was able to do or say anything to stop him, he had peeled the flimsy garment over the wide flare of her hips, his relentless strength forcing her slender thighs tightly together long enough beneath him to slip her panties from one ankle, then the other.
"Wrong . . . wrong . . . I'll rot in there if you do it. . . . " she muttered. "Please . . . Bobby . . . no . . . don't.. . don't do this to me. . . I'll do anything else.. . but not this.. . . "
But the passionately aroused young athlete paid no attention to what she was saying, ignoring her protesting cries, the bulls-eye of his wanton desire now nakedly exposed and pinkly gleaming before his wide, hungry eyes. In the dark shadow cast by the bright light of the moon as it washed through the windshield of the Ferrari, he anxiously glanced at the wetly palpitating coral center that was her untouched vagina, also noting the straining cords of muscle between her tender white thighs.
With a deep groan the youth dropped his head once again to the tender softness of her white belly. He slowly trailed his tongue over the smooth, flat plane, letting it run down through the tickling mound of sparse pubic hair until he finally had his face pressing firmly against the hot, narrow pink mouth of her cunt. His hardened cock throbbed, becoming more rigid than ever as he speared the pointed tip of his tongue into the juicy tenderness of that most closely guarded center of her sinuously shaped body. From the way it was leaking, it was obvious her tender vagina was getting hotter with every passing moment. From the way she had been talking about rot, he had feared she might smell down there, so he was pleasantly surprised when he discovered, much to his delight, how totally sanitary she was, and how inwardly clean. He exulted as he felt the rubbery tightness of her vaginal lips clamp around his nose and mouth as he pursed his lips against the opening.
A strangled cry of total pleasure suddenly rose without meaning to from Mona's tightly gagging throat as his tongue began to lewdly shove itself into the sensitivity of a cuntal mouth that had heretofore never known the joy of any kind of penetration. The oral digit flicked in and out, circling the rim of the inner labia, sending all kinds of maddening spasms of desire suddenly shooting through the girl, giving her feelings the like of which she had never previously known.
My God! she thought. What's he doing to me down there? Horror filled her as she realized precisely what it was that was causing her that wonderfully tickling sensation. In order to confirm what she already knew to be true, she raised her head, staring in disbelief at the way his head was continually bobbing between her outspread tender thighs. He suddenly lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her tender vagina that much more as he proceeded to cram his tongue as far into the virgin flesh as it was capable of reaching. Her body jerked and squirmed, thrashing wildly under him.
"AAA AHHHHH AAAAAA NNNNNG GGGGHH HHHH!" she groaned, unaware of the fact that she was having an initial orgasm. It was small, yet the newness of it made it feel like much more than it was. "No more . . . please . . . oh, please . . . no more . . . . " she begged, her puritanical upbringing urging her to resist as it welled up inside her. Still, her hands reached down, and though meaning to push him away, her fingers wove themselves in his blond hair, and she pulled his face even more tightly against her seething loins.
The young athlete gloated to himself as she pushed on the back of his head, pressing his face all the more tightly into the pungent flesh of her tantalizing pussylips, aware of the way her budding clitoris was pulsing and swelling under his working tongue. He was certain, now that he had given her a taste of orgasm, that he would be able to ram his cock into her cunt and really make her know what it was like to have a rouser of a climax. He had waited quite a while for this, but it'd be worth it. All that talk of eventual marriage was bullshit! He didn't want to marry a highhanded rich snob of a bitch. He wanted a poor girl who knew the value of a dollar and who would be careful spending the money so he'd be able to spree with it, himself. But for the moment, let her think anything she wanted.
Abruptly, to Mona's simultaneous relief and sudden disappointment, her handsome young male date was sliding his body over hers again, blanketing her with his solid form, leaving her tongue-tantalized cunt aflame with lasciviously wanton desire. An instant later, the same mouth that had pressed against her vagina was pressing against her own mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside, dueling with her own tongue, letting her taste the juices from her own cunt. At the same time he reached down between their bodies and placed the blood-bloated tip of his hard, swollen penis right up against the narrow little hole leading into her steaming vagina, making her mind reel, as passion and fear filled her at one and the same time.
The thought of losing her virginity terrified the lovely girl as she felt the bulbous swell of his huge cock-head press against her ultra-sensitive inner labia, his fingers working the wet flesh open in order to solidly lodge his pulsing penis inside the tight, rubber-like rim. Without even stopping to think, the lovely young brunette moved her own hand down between her helplessly spread thighs and wrapped her fingers around the pulsing shaft as it desperately strained to push itself into her vaginal tunnel. She had to stop it, somehow. His mouth, pressed firmly against hers caused her to hear animal grumbles and she was barely able to mumble her own protests in return.
Mona clenched her fingers as tightly as possible around the throbbing penile barrel, aware of the moving head, rubbing up and down, enhancing the pleasurable sensations in her, even if there was a bit of discomfort. God! It felt so much larger than that last penis she had been forced to touch. She had never expected to feel a penis this thick. If he were to ram this thing inside her narrow tightness she would be split right up the middle.
Her thoughts were a mingling of fear and the sheer lascivity of his throbbing organ, so hard, so lustful, so delightful in her fingers, pulsing, exciting her as she had never been excited before. She was almost able to imagine seeing the pulsing penile swollenness plunging into the tight depths of her helplessly seething vagina, her conscious mind insisting nothing bad would happen, thus finally putting to an end the horrible old wives' tale her nurse had told her when she was so young. There was a seemingly endless wave of insane desire to feel the organ sink into her like a drug driving her wild.
Instinctively curious about his long, hard cock, she began jerking the outer flesh back and forth, her palm gripping it so that it pressed against the underside, feeling the spot where the folded helmet joined itself to the rest of the penis. She was aware of the broad, throbbing tube in the underside, the urethra, as it palpitated against her palm, and the temptation to raise her thighs and pull him into her was becoming overwhelming. God! It seemed like the right thing to do, and she was there, right on the edge of letting it happen.
That was when Bobby slipped his finger over the bloated tip of his hard cock now lodged firmly between her inner lips, but not yet inside the vulval hole. He extended his middle finger, letting it reach into the mucous-lined center now slippery with quantities of his saliva as well as a flood of her own natural oils, and he began rubbing his bloated glans tantalizingly against her secretly throbbing clitoris, pushing the penile head up and down repeatedly.
The lovely high school graduate tensed her near-naked body, her blouse still up around her neck, her skirt bunched around her waist as new and overwhelming waves of passionate pleasure rippled through her trembling interior. For a moment she froze, unable to move, lying there on the car seat frozen like a statue as lustful sensations continued building in her throbbing arteries.
That was when Bobby decided he was unable to wait any longer. The cling of her vaginal lips, sucking around his penile head as he moved it up and down in her slot was driving him out of his mind. He had to fuck her, now! His balls were swollen with sperm, his prostate enlarged with semen, and he was on the verge of erupting.
His fingers left her tantalizing clitoral nubbin as he braced himself above her lovely, naked body, and removing his lips from hers, prepared for that long-awaited thrust into the tight depths of her seething womanly center. His fingers once again took hold of the base of his penis, and as he guided the head toward her opening, he felt the sensation welling up to where he was unable to stop it. Hell! He didn't want to come before he got his cock inside her!
"Mona!" he panted frantically, staring down as she lay beneath him. "Sweetie.. . honey . . . this is it.. . I gotta fuck you! Jesus! I can't remember when I wanted to fuck a woman this much."
His voice snapped her out of the euphoria into which she had fallen. Mona cringed and yelled, "No!" wildly aroused and gasping as she was, now ignoring the lewd sensations in her shuddering loins. His talking had broken the spell, the obscene words bringing her to her senses. "No, Bobby! It's wrong, all wrong! I've done a lot of wrong things in my life, but this isn't one of them. I'm not going to start now."
She struggled with all her might, doing her best to scissor her body tightly shut, but the weight of his body still lying heavily between her thighs kept the loins spread wide apart, completely open to the demands of his hot cock. She gasped, shuddering as she felt the blunt tip pressing, the trunk of the penis pushing against a hand that she had once again tightly wrapped around it to keep the penis from entering her. Little by little the head was pushing into the narrowness of her vagina, unleashing another stream of wild desire as it began stretching her walls, working through her untried loins. Those inner walls of her shuddering cunt were aching all over again to be filled with the throbbing presence of his swollen cock. But the mingling of her subconscious and her conscience wouldn't allow her to accept his lasciviously throbbing phallus inside her body-maybe the nurse was right, after all. Maybe she would inwardly turn rotten. As much as her body ached and craved for it, she knew she didn't dare let him inside her. It would ruin her life. She felt a more determined resistance giving her renewed strength, and she wrenched his relentlessly pushing penis out just far enough so that when he did ram forward, it slid against her right labia and up onto her pelvis. The massively hard and swollen organ rubbed against her inner right thighs, and hot colorless oil washed from the tip all over her. For a moment she thought he had ejaculated all over her naked flesh, but a moment later she was aware that his lust-stiffened cock was as iron-rigid as ever. Her fingers, still holding onto it, told her as much. Then she remembered from sex education class that both, men and women produced a lubricant to make the entry of the penis into the vagina that much easier. This, she realized, was the oil she was feeling running all over her skin. Damn!
Bobby was inwardly cursing, his brain filled with epithets for this snobbish rich bitch when he lunged forward, driving his cock at her, only to find the organ not slipping into her cunt, but riding above and to the side of it. The thrilled idea of success was starting to drain from him, and though he struggled with her, he found it impossible to make her let go of his cock so that he would be able to plunge it into her. There was admittedly excruciating pleasure from the pressure of her fingers as they held his penis only a few scant inches away from the cut of her cunt, and this sent burning waves of swirling heat through his sperm-bloated testicles. He was going to come at any moment, and he tightly gritted his teeth in the hope of preventing it from happening.
Out loud he boasted, "I'm gonna fuck you, honey, and nothing you can do is gonna stop me." He was groaning, wriggling his hips around desperately, trying to move his phallus into the target between her widespread thighs.
Once again he managed to get the bulbous penile head into position, even with her hand gripping the phallus. He pushed, and the head slowly rubbed against her clitoris and moved lower, lower, lower in the slash, fighting madly to find and bury itself in the vaginal mouth tantalizing him by staying out of reach. Now he used greater strength, aware that she, out of desperation, was suddenly far stronger in resisting him than she might be under ordinary circumstances.
"Don't do this!" Mona yelled in panic, suddenly aware how alone they were on the Point, the up-thrusting penis sending even wilder passionate sensations of desire and abandon surging through her physical being as the head continually rubbed against her labia, while the thickness of it remained clutched in her surrounding fingers. "Gotta get in!" he grunted.
"We mustn't.. . we can't.. . . " she insisted, panting passionately as she lay beneath him.
Had she known he would be like this, ignoring her commands, her wishes, she would never have consented to come up here with him. He had never been this desperate before. She had sincerely believed him to want her enough to restrain himself. It wasn't a matter of love or respect, but simply a matter of money marrying money, but at the moment he was so obviously carried away by the nearness of his cock-head to the opening of her vagina that he was no longer paying attention to her loud and frantic words.
She was abruptly aware of him arching his body-above hers, and his weight, which had been pinning her thighs against the seat lifted away for a split second as he prepared to drive against the grip of her hand and send his cock tunneling into the tiny vestibule of womanhood between her thighs, letting her torrid vaginal swamp surround it and inundate it with her juices and virginal blood whether she wanted this or not. As he powered forward, the girl unwittingly tightened her already strangulating grip on his throbbing cock, gasping as the seeping penile head pressed itself between the steaming pink lips of her inner vagina. His long, thick penile shaft slipped slowly down along the narrow valley, but her cuntlips clamped tightly shut, and the tiny opening was so narrow, it seemed impossible to force his way inside.
Mona's thighs clamped themselves firmly around Bobby's loins in an effort to try and hold him back, and her hand jerked back and forth along his penis, rapidly. This was the last straw. He threw his head back and yelled, "GODDDD AAAAAMN! HHH HHHHHH HNNNNG GGGGGH HHHH!" COM MMMMIIIIN-NNN GGGGGG . . . DAMN YOUUUU . . . FUCKINN NNNG . . . BITCH.. . . "
Unable to stop himself from moving, he pumped his cock back and forth in her tightly clutching hand as he felt the unavoidable rush of sperm blast out. He shot his sperm all over her, then collapsed on top of her.
Thank God! Mona thought, when he finally moved, and began lifting himself off her.
He put his cock back in his pants while she took a tissue from his glove compartment and wiped his mess from her body. Then she tugged down her skirt and her blouse. Both her panties and brassiere were all but useless now, and the latter she tried pulling into place, while she threw the panties out, saying, 'Take me home, now, Bobby."
But Bobby was seething. He had spent lots of time and money on this cunt, and she had accepted it as something due her. Some other chick would have made it clear earlier on that he wouldn't get any action, and he would have dumped her long before this. Not this cunt! She felt everyone owed her everything. Well he was going to show her he owed her shit. If he wasn't able to fuck that cunt of hers, he had no use for her.
"Okay, baby!" he growled at her, as he started the Ferrari. "Out!"
Mona stared at him, unable to believe what she had heard. How dare he talk to her that way.
"Wh-what did you say?" she asked, shaken and stammering.
"I told you to get the fuck outta the car!" he roared at her. "You ain't gonna fuck, so I don't need you, honey.
There're lots of other chicks who don't hold their pussies back. Besides, you're a snooty fucking snob. Your company stinks, so just get the hell out."
"You have to be joking!" she gasped. "You can't leave me here all by myself. It's at least twenty or thirty miles to my house, farmland all the way."
"Yeah!" he nodded. "Honey, you been handing me a line of bullshit, thinkin' as long as you have your legs, you can walk just about anywhere. Well, even if your legs are your best friends, even the best of friends must part, sooner or later. You just don't see it that way. So use your best friends, and walk. I figure you'll get home by morning, maybe, if you don't get mugged and raped. Bye, honey."
Opening her door, he shoved her out, and without bothering to slam it shut, he took off, the forward force of the car slamming it closed, all but burying the stunned Mona in a cloud of dust.
CHAPTER THREE
Stupefied, Mona remained where she was for uncounted minutes. Her diamond wristwatch told her it was after midnight. She might have had a good chance of getting home by dawn, or a little later, if she knew in which direction to walk. Mona had never possessed a really good sense of direction. Now, still stunned, she looked around her, and she realized whatever she did, she wouldn't get too far by simply standing out here.
She began walking, though she had no idea which way she was moving. She did know her way down from the promontory where the car had been parked, but once there, she had no idea which way to go. The cornfields and potato fields all looked like one waving mass in the moonlight. The potato fields were easier for her, since potatoes grew underground, but she still had no idea where she was or who owned what. Even worse, she didn't have her purse. She had figured she wouldn't need it, being out with Bobby, who always paid for everything. As a result, she didn't have any money at all. Mona had never felt it necessary to keep mad money in her stocking or her brassiere. Not that keeping money in her brassiere would have helped, since Bobby had made the undergarment all but useless. It dangled from the two loops around her shoulders, but the snaps in back had been broken.
As the early hours in the morning passed, the sky seemingly getting darker and darker, Mona kept walking, knowing she would eventually find some place with a phone. It was quiet, too quiet, save for the night crickets. No cars came along the road she walked on, no lights were visible save for the stars. It was all dense land on either side of her, and with each passing moment Mona was a little more afraid. She rubbed her hands over her forearms, and to her horror she felt the lightest lint-like growth of hair. She was horrified. Bobby had done it! He had terrified her so, the hair on her arms had started growing again.
Reaching down, she touched her thighs. So far, nothing. No hair. Maybe the electrolysist had done a better job of removing the hair follicles from her thighs than from her arms. Or perhaps there were less hair follicles in her thighs to begin with.
Her feet hurt. Her ankles, calves, and thighs were sore, and she felt her heart racing all the more swiftly. Horror filled her.
Now she was sobbing, praying to some unknown, unseen deity for some kind of salvation, little knowing this walk she was enduring was going to be the last good thing to ever happen to her in her lifetime. Mona Kase was about to disappear off the face of the earth.
Her breath was heavy in her chest. She panted, and her eyes, misted with tears, saw something up ahead. She saw structures of some kind, and as she came closer, she realized she was looking at railroad cars. She was near a railroad trestle. She also saw tents, though the tents were being taken down, and it finally occurred to her that she had found her way back to the carnival. Maybe, if she promised one of the workers there some money, he would help her get back home.
As she approached the railroad cars, she realized there were soft lights coming from some of the windows. Staggering toward the nearest car, she almost stumbled over someone, and at the last moment found herself staring down at a misshapen dwarf. Elmo, the dog-faced dwarf, had been another of the freaks Mona had relentlessly taunted when she had looked at them, earlier. He was only three feet tall, with black hair, a hunched back, and he wore heavy boots. His clothing consisted of denim pants and a denim shirt.
Apparently his primitive eyes were better than hers, because he seemingly recognized her immediately.
"Please," she gasped. "I need help. Please.. . I'll pay money . . . anything . . . but I have to find a way back home."
"Sure," Elmo said to her, his voice surprisingly deep for one so short. He took her by the hand, feeling her cringe when he touched her, and he led her to the first railroad car. "My friends, inside, will be the ones to talk to."
Exhausted, barely able to walk, she climbed the steps and walked into the Pullman car with Elmo leading the way. The aisle was still lit up, though faintly, and the curtains had been drawn over the Pullman berths.
"I'll pay anything," Mona told him, "anything."
"I know," the dog-faced dwarf nodded, smiling, and the smile was far from reassuring. Yet Mona was so desperate, she was willing to trust anyone at this point.
"What you need, dearie, is a cup of something warm to drink," a small voice said to her, and looking down to her left, Mona saw Mrs. Imp, one of a pair of very small midgets looking up at her. Her husband, Mr. Imp, was fast asleep in the berth they shared.
"Yes," Mona nodded, and gratefully accepted a coffee poured from a thermos cup. Her throat was parched.
She drank, the coffee neither too hot nor really cool. She drank it all in one gulp and sat on the edge of one of the berths. She began telling Mrs. Imp and Elmo what had happened to her, complaining how no one at home gave a damn about her, when she suddenly passed out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rock and sway, rock and sway. Mona felt herself lolling this way and that. Her body all but rolled from side to side, otherwise gliding along as if floating on a cloud.
Floating? Was she moving? How was it possible?
Opening her eyes, she tried to focus on what was above her. There was something, she was unable to determine what it was, but the ceiling looked flat, and then suddenly began curving upward.
Turning her head to the side, she saw two doors, and one of them had a full length mirror on it. In it, she saw herself, lying down.
Lifting her head, she saw a small window, and through the window she saw cornfields rushing by. A jolt made her realize once again that although lying down, she was moving.
Good heavens! She was on the train. The train was moving.
She had to get off. This was all wrong. She had to go home, to speak with someone she knew about lining up some men who would break the arms and legs of Bobby Selkirk. No man treated her in that fashion and got away with it. Mona didn't care what it would cost. She would see to it the man, if one might call him that, paid dearly for what he had done to her.
But the first thing was to make her mother and house servants aware of where she was. To do that, she had to find out, herself.
Suddenly the mirrored door opened, and Elmo's dog-faced head looked in. He smiled, his black nose twitching, his filed teeth grinning. Then he called out behind him, "She's awake. Come on in." One by one they crammed themselves into the small compartment. First there was Harry, the India Rubber man. Harry wasn't too tall, but he was thin, and he seemed to have bendable bones. He was capable of twining his arms or legs around something like an octopus tentacle. His neck was long, and he was literally able to turn his head a hundred-and-eighty degrees around when he so wished. Harry had a small mustache that looked as if it had been waxed. In all probability it was waxed. He had short, light-brown hair, neatly combed, almost pasted down.
Next was the strong man, Jerome. Jerome didn't have the perfect symmetry that many muscle men have when they build their bodies for definition. But Jerome was stronger than any of them because his were usable muscles. He did more than merely lift weights. He moved his body around and kept it flexible. Jerome was six feet tall, with crew-cut brown hair, burning brown eyes, a flat nose, and a short slash for a mouth. Where Harry was dressed in a white, short-sleeved shirt and white denim pants, Jerome had on a green tee shirt and dungarees.
Oscar, the Geek, was next, with white hair, also closely cropped, a skinny body and a red nose which betrayed the fact that he drank a lot. But then she assumed that any man who made his living biting off the heads of live chickens had to fortify himself with liquor. At the moment, Oscar wore blue pants and a white shirt.
Finally there was Rick, the carnival giant. Rick was strong, like Jerome, though not as strong. He had a large, puffy nose, tiny piggy blue eyes, and a granite-like jaw. He had to bend over when he came in. Elmo, Mr. and Mrs. Imp, and Dolly, the fat lady, stayed outside but the door was open, and they were looking in.
"Awake at last," Harry smiled. It was obvious Harry was the spokesman, and he spoke in clear, rounded tones.
"What is this?" Mona asked, staring at them with a sense of unease.
"This," Harry smiled, "is the group of freaks of whom you made fun last night. We're the ones who took you in when no one else wanted anything to do with you."
"But the train.. . . " she said. "It's moving."
"An astute observation," Harry nodded. "We're on our way to Nebraska at the moment."
"But you can't take me. That's kidnapping," Mona insisted.
"Is it?" Harry asked. "We didn't come looking for you. You came to us. Is it our fault you arrived just before we were ready to leave? Mrs. Imp gave you some coffee to perk you up, and instead you blacked out, just like that."
"There was something in that coffee," Mona insisted.
"You're a clever girl," Harry nodded. "Indeed, two 'sleeping tablets. They did the trick. However, that's neither here nor there. You fainted, fell asleep, and we put you in this compartment at the end of the Pullman car, and you have no choice but to accompany us."
"I can't," Mona gasped. "I'm not one of you."
"Not yet," Harry smiled. "But eventually, I have the feeling you may definitely become one of us."
'That's impossible," she gasped.
"We have a new theory," Harry told her. "We call it a kind of osmosis. By hanging around with us, eventually you'll take on your own freakish characteristics. It doesn't have to be a disfigurement. After all, Oscar the Geek looks like any ordinary man. He just-likes to bite off the heads of live chickens, sometimes even fish. Eventually you'll find something. But to make sure you become one of us, we're going to try something else. You'll become a sort of freak by injection."
"What are you talking about?" she gasped. "It's against the law to use any kind of chemical on another human being in an experiment."
"Chemical?" Harry laughed. "We wouldn't dream of using a chemical."
"But you said, by injection. That means a syringe."
"Not quite," Harry smirked. "We talked about this all last night while you slept peacefully. Normally it doesn't bother us to have people gape at us. After all, we are different, and people pay good money just to get a look at us. However, even if they laugh and snigger we're willing to accept that as part of the price we pay when they pay to see us. But you, you were different.
You didn't laugh about it to your boyfriend. Oh, no! You spoke directly to us, insulting us face-to-face, for no reason other than it pleased you. You didn't think we had feelings. We're not regarded as human. Well let me tell you something, Miss . . . what is your name."
"Kase. Mona Kase."
"Well let me tell you something Miss Mona Kase. We have feelings like anyone else. We want to be loved and cared for. But who, in their right minds, wants anything to do with a freak other than another freak? So we live together, and we make a business out of letting people look at us, as long as they pay."
"You're freaks," Mona snapped. "You're all human abominations. When I was a little girl my nurse told me that people like you are born the way you are because you did something wrong in an earlier life. So don't try and tell me you're just ordinary people."
"Yes, we're freaks," Harry nodded. "But only because we're different. In your own way, you're a freak, because you're cold, heartless, nasty. And we've decided to warm you up-by injection," he snapped, rubbing his groin, and suddenly, horribly, Mona knew what he meant.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mona stared from one to the other, suddenly gasping. "You're insane, all of you. My nurse was right. You're not just physical freaks. You're mentally deformed, as well."
"You're the freak," Harry told her. "You're the one who's mentally sick. You're the one who sees wrong where there's right, illness where there's sanity. You're the one who deserves to be called a freak, and stared at, not only by all the normal people, as you call them, but stared at by other freaks, as well. We don't know precisely what deformities you have inside you, but we're going to bring them out, and we'll make you realize once and for all that not only are you no better than any of us, but, in point of fact, worse."
"You go away and leave me alone," Mona cried, sitting up in the lower berth, and as the blanket covering her slipped, she suddenly realized she had been undressed, and she was totally naked. Gasping, she lay back down and yanked the covers up to her chin.
"Jerome," Harry said to the strong man. "I think our lady friend should be initiated by Charlie. He's the one person incapable of understanding an insult. Besides, the boy's a virgin, and though he probably instinctively knows what to do, he's never done it."
"Wh-what are you t-talking about?" Mona whimpered.
"Oh, you remember Charlie," the India Rubber man said to her. "You had a long, long talk with him, telling him how weird and freakish he was, and that he belonged in a zoo, and all he did was smile and nod. He's very simple-minded, and, if treated right, very gentle. He's also very strong, almost as strong as Jerome. Jerome, tie the lady's wrists together over her head, and then tie them to the little hook where the clothing net is attached."
Mona tried burrowing under the covers, but Jerome grabbed her shoulders, pulled her out, and without bothering to pay attention to the perfection of her nakedness, grabbed her arms, pressed her wrists together, produced a leather thong, tied the wrists, and then yanked them over her head, almost pulling her shoulder sockets out as he bound her wrists to the hook at the corner of the bed.
"Everyone else out," Harry ordered, and when the others had gone, he pressed himself into a corner of the room and called out, "Dolly, come in here."
The huge, six-hundred-and-eighty pound fat lady, all of five feet tall, squeezed her bulk through the doorway, her blonde-bleached hair in little ringlets around her head similar to a Shirley Temple hairdo in the mid-thirties.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked, in a high-pitched, girlish squeal.
"Charlie's coming in. We're going to give him this bitch as a sort of present," the India Rubber man told her, as she brushed imaginary flecks of food from her white, sleeveless dress, the rolls of fat shimmering on her arms and thighs. "You like Charlie, don't you, Dolly?"
"Sure, Harry," the fat lady nodded.
"Well, you give his cock a few licks, get it hard, make him realize what he has to do with it. Then we'll let nature take its course, eh? We'll both stay in here and watch."
"Oh, goody!" Dolly squeaked.
Mona looked up, and suddenly the gorilla-boy, the one she had taunted unmercifully when she had been watching the sideshow earlier, entered the small compartment. He took one look at Mona, and he smiled.
It wasn't that Charlie had a hairy body. He didn't. True, he had long hair on his head that wildly waved in all directions at once. He also had a matted beard and mustache, but from the neck down, he was strangely almost hairless save for his hands. She saw it because Charlie had been told to remove his clothing before coming into the compartment, and the simple-minded youth never questioned anyone, he simply did as he was ordered. As a result, he stood naked in the cabin, his elongated and prominent lower jaw and wide nostrils creating a definite simian cast to his features. It was obvious Charlie was one hundred-percent Caucasian. He had thin lips and low cheekbones narrowly set in his face. His eyes were small, narrow, with large, bushy eyebrows. His front teeth were buck and very prominent.
Mona stared at the all-red penis dangling from between his thighs. Soft, it was longer than Bobby's had been when totally erect. She suddenly realized though she had thought Bobby to be big, especially compared to that first penis she had been forced to touch, he was positively miniscule compared to what Charlie had.
"Go on, Dolly," Harry said to the fat lady. "Give it a few licks, get it nice and hard, and then point to the woman's cunt, and I think Charlie will understand what's expected."
Dolly grunted and groaned as she bent over, not daring to get down on her knees for fear of not being able to get up again in such a confined space. Charlie smiled when she began fondling his penis. Apparently she had done this before, though she had never let the gorilla-boy fuck her. Her mouth slid over the uncircumcised head of the organ, and she began sucking on it, and in no time it began swelling and thickening as Charlie gibbered, "Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh!"
Mona stared, wondering how any woman would ever take a penis into her mouth. The sight nauseated her, and she wanted to retch, but her stomach was empty and her throat was dry. She whimpered as she realized Charlie had something that looked to be half-again as long as Bobby's had been, and not only that, but it looked to be considerably thicker.
Harry tapped Dolly on the shoulder and said, "All right, honey, back up, he's ready."
"He sure is," Dolly smiled, fondling the cock and squeezing it as she huffingly straightened up.
As Harry whipped back the covers and pointed to the naked slice between the helpless Mona's thighs, then pointing to Charlie's penis, letting him know he was to put that penis into the girl in that spot, Dolly turned to Mona and said, "Do yourself a favor, honey.
Don't fight it. You just try and relax. It'll be that much easier. Once the initial pain is over, you'll find it becomes wonderful, hee nee!"
Mona was aghast at the fat lady's proposal.
"You're no better than the others," she snapped. "You're evil. How can any woman enjoy something so rutting, so animalistic. Do you think for one moment, that I'd willingly allow that filth to put his hands on me?"
"Mona, honey," the fat lady laughed. "All I've been trying to do is spare you a lot of pain and sorrow. I may be fat, but I like sex, too, and I get my share of it. You'd be surprised how many normal people have the hots for a fat lady. There's no way you can avoid being fucked by Charlie. He understands what he has to do, and he won't stop until he does it. Fighting him will only make it harder for you."
"No way," Mona insisted. "There's no way I'll willingly agree to this kind of rape."
"Then that's precisely what Charlie will have to do," Harry, the India Rubber man insisted, and he ran his own supple hands over Mona's ankles, making the girl cringe.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Mona screamed, trying to kick out at him, feeling her foot hit his chest only to bounce off as if it had slammed into foam-rubber.
Harry smiled, looking at her lovely naked body, and he told her, "Relax, Mona. Soon it will be my turn. Oh, yes, I'm definitely going to have a piece of you, as will every other freak here, with the possible exception of Mr. and Mrs. Imp. They really are married, you see, and they do believe in fidelity, the most faded of all virtues."
Mona kicked furiously at Harry, ignoring Charlie for a moment, and it was her mistake. She kicked at
Harry with her right leg, and Charlie gruntingly slipped between her legs and dug his fingers into the tender softness of her wide-apart thighs. The lovely girl howled in pain, aware of Charlie's strength, and this made her struggle and churn and fight all the more. She used her left foot to try and kick Charlie in the balls, but was unable to do so.
"Dolly," Harry said, softly. "Stand on the side and help hold the lovely young girl. Keep her from moving, will you?"
Dolly suddenly pressed her massive weight on top of the helpless Mona, her monumental body flowing over all of Mona's upper half, pressing down on her face and breasts. Mona was suddenly smothered, and even if she'd had use of her hands, it would have been impossible to throw the fat lady off her.
"Charlie, you know what to do," Harry said, smiling. "No matter what she says to you, no matter how she screams or yells, you're to put that long, hard cock of yours inside her cunt, and don't take it out until you've rubbed all the stiffness out. Just keep pushing it in and out until you feel the stiffness flow right out of you. Understand?"
"Ugh!" Charlie grunted.
"We had the circus physician examine you while you slept," Harry said to Mona. "We know you're a virgin, and this will be pretty symbolic. After all, Charlie's also a virgin. He's never had the opportunity to enjoy a woman before. Now he'll be one of many to enjoy your body again and again. You're a gift, sent from the heavens, and we intend to fully enjoy you. You're going to see the tattoo on the tattooed man's penis grow from Miss to Mississippi. You'll also get the benefit of my own cock, which is the one portion of my anatomy that is unbendable when in an excited state. But this is something you're bound to find out. But the time has come to allow Charlie to do what comes naturally, so go ahead, Charlie."
The gorilla-man suited the action to Harry's words. Smiling his simple grumpy smile, he reached out with a hairy paw and pressed it between Mona's thighs, roughly grabbing her cunt. Mona tried hard to clamp her thighs tightly together, but his fingers dug into her moistening vaginal lips, preventing her from doing so, shocking her all the more as the sharp nails cut into her. He lay down on top of her, smelling like a gorilla, betraying the fact that he probably didn't bathe too often, if at all. His simian-like mouth sucked at her tautening nipple while his hand continued massaging the tender pink flesh between her beautiful thighs.
His hard, thick, hair-coated fingers delved between her labia while he grunted and sucked on the distended brown bud that was her stiffened nipple, and even though Mona fought it desperately, her vaginal walls began exuding a slippery lubricant. The gorilla-man spread the oozing liquid with his fingertips as he massaged around the softness of the tender pink inner tissue, his fingers trying to seek out something to grip. He finally found it in the extension of her clitoris.
Passion rose in Mona in spite of the horror of her situation, a passion she tried hard to stem, but she found herself unable to do so. She struggled hard, aching to force that passion down, but the natural movement on the part of the gorilla-boy wouldn't allow her even that much. His fingers clamped firmly over her swollen clitoris and began mashing the sensitive bud roughly. This caused a shower of searing electrical sparks to blister their way through her shuddering body, and her legs began slowly spreading in involuntary reaction to all that was happening.
Mona's breath came panting heavily out of her in trembling gasps as the boy known as Charlie shifted his powerful body between her trembling thighs. He looked down at her, drooling, gibbering like an idiot or a monkey, and when she felt his hot, length of thick penile meat probing between her thighs, she shuddered, gasping as the head slammed against the ridge of her torrid cuntal labia. She tried hard to clamp her thighs together again, popping him out.
"Don't let her throw you off, Charlie," he warned the gorilla-man.
Harry was as inflamed with lust as the simian-like creature on top of Mona, and he licked his lips as Charlie crammed his knee between Mona's thighs, using his hands on her knees to spread them wide apart. Once he had her knees partly spread, he used his own knees as braces, and once he began spreading his own legs, she had no choice but to open her thighs all the way.
"A pillow," Harry yelled at Dolly, who had lifted her body off that ot the struggling Mona.
Dolly pulled the pillow from beneath Mona's head, letting the brunette's skull thump against the mattress. She handed the pillow to Harry, giggling the entire time, never having witnessed anything like this, before. She knew men and other women did these things, and had even been fucked herself, considerably, but she had never seen it done with a slender woman.
Harry moved his hands between the thighs of the couple on the bed, ramming his hand under Mona's ass-cheeks, pinching it until Mona dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her butt. Then he jammed the cushion under her, thus lifting her cunt and making it more accessible to Charlie.
"Now!" Harry yelled. "Give her the fuck of the century!"
The gorilla-man spread Mona's fiery, raging cuntlips with his groping fingers, and she screamed when the bulging glans, so much bigger than that of Bobby, poked itself against her vaginal opening.
"No!" she screamed out. "I'll give you anything! I'll make you all rich. You won't have to work in a freak show. I'll take you home with me, I'll take you into my house. You'll have security for the rest of your lives. I'll do anything you want, but don't let this happen."
"We're freaks," Harry snapped at her. "You were the one who reminded us of that. There's no such thing as retirement for any of us. We live here, in the sideshow, among our own kind. Freakism is its own religion. We all worship the same god, namely the show, itself. If one circus folds, we join another. There are always places where you can put a freak. If worse comes to worse, we can always go to an amusement park and work there in a sideshow. In California the amusement parks are open all year round. We don't want money. We wouldn't know what to do with it. Where would we spend it? Can you see any of us walking into a store and buying anything? You're a gift, a so-called normal person who is an internal freak, and whose freakishness will come out when you've been here long enough. There's only one thing you can offer us-the same thing Dolly offers us, the same thing Magda, the snake charmer offers us. Your cunt. Now!"
The gorilla-man grimly smiled as he managed to work the throbbing head of his hard cock into the tight wedge of her cunt, feeling the slippery labia trying to fight back. She screamed in anticipation of the oncoming pain, bucking her ass backward, trying hard to dislodge his oncoming penis, but the pillow under her ass prevented her from cramming her ass into the mattress. She had only one direction in which to move, and that direction was up.
"Honey," Dolly smiled, her high-pitched voice unnerving at the moment. "It's inevitable, so why fight it? Let it happen, get the pain over and done with, and from then on, it'll be smooth fucking all the way."
"That's right," Harry muttered. "You just relax and enjoy it all, and believe me, it can be very enjoyable."
"No, no, no, no, no!" the helpless Mona screamed aloud, her head whipping from side to side.
"Now!" the India Rubber man yelled at Charlie.
The gorilla-man grunted, then shoved his strength behind the tightly wedged cock, ramming the thickly pulsing tool solidly into the tightness of the narrow orifice. His penis head pushed against her tender vaginal membrane.
"Aaa aaayyy yyaaaa ahhhhh!" Mona screamed in total agony as the tissue inside her began to slowly tear because of the pressure of the penile head.
The clickety-clack of the train as it continued moving drowned out most of her screams. No one outside the small compartment heard her.
The youth with the mongoloid mentality worked his impaling masculine muscle that much deeper into the narrow confines of Mona's hot, slippery, fist-tight vagina, moving it around and around in an attempt to widen her. Mona remained stiff for a long moment, then unable to maintain the tension, allowed her body to relax for a moment. That was when Charlie rammed his thickness that much deeper into her once again, driving the huge rod in up to the hilt, while the weight of his hairy testicles slapped wetly against her puckering asshole.
The excruciating agony was so intense and overpowering, it tore through her shuddering brain, making her feel the points of a million white-hot needles were being driven into her through her pores. Her stomach spasmed, and the stench of the monster on top of her was so overpowering, she almost retched. Oh, God! The torment was no longer endurable. The agony was so intense, so overpowering, her breath refused to return to her once she exhaled, and she was no longer able to scream out and let them know just how much pain she was feeling.
Finally she sucked in her breath and begged in a whimpering voice, "Please stop the pain."
Dolly, watching, felt her own cunt watering. But there was nothing for her to do other than watch. She also felt a certain compassion for the girl, if only because she, too, was a female, and knew how painful the initial time was. She took a clean hanky from her tent-like dress and mopped Mona's perspiring brow, telling her, "Don't cry. It'll be all right!" As if to accentuate the fact, she leaned down and kissed the tip of Mona's right breast.
Mona's glandular secretions continued intensifying, the fluid heavily coming out, flooding her anguished inner tunnel, and as a result the lubricant began easing the pain. The grunting male on top of her worked his red cock in and out of her slippery wet hole, and with each forward thrust, Mona realized the pain was slowly but surely diminishing. Her narrow canal, little by little, began expanding around the thickness of the penis.
Little by little the inner cuntal walls adjusted, contracting and expanding, the inner muscles working of their own volition, gripping the red penis as if she had a velvet fist inside her, tugging on the muscle with gut-jerking power. As a result, more and more blood pounded into the thick length of Charlie's powerful ramrod, making it thicken and lengthen as never before. It ached, and as a result he began grunting as he thrust it in and out of her that much more rapidly, filling and re-filling her tunnel.
"Well, well, well!" Harry muttered. "Looks like our newest addition is beginning to adjust after all. Charlie's in heaven."
Mona wrapped her arms around the effluvient body of the gorilla-man, tugging him solidly against her. Her fingers were digging into his back, tearing bits of flesh from his quivering body, but he didn't seem to notice, he was so involved with what he was doing. She wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his waist, beating her heels against the cheeks of his flat buttocks, tugging her wantonly seething vagina up to meet his every frenetic plunge. Their anxious bodies wildly thrashed together, perspiring profusely until their flesh adhered tightly to each other, their flesh in a lusting vacuum. Every time their bellies pulled apart their was a loud "pop!"
Charlie growled with natural animalistic fervor, and Mona found herself screeching, but no longer with pain. The two of them rutted insanely, clawing, tearing, grabbing, pulling, ramming and writhing in supremely wanton carnality. Had the earth opened up and swallowed the two of them, had the train crashed, had the sky fallen, neither of them would have noticed. The door had opened, and Jerome was there, watching.
The torment had totally left Mona, by now. Turning her head to the right, she saw the full-length mirror on the other door to the side, saw herself and what she was doing, and instead of being ashamed, she was aflame with the desire to do and know more. She was experiencing delicious sensations, thrilling to luxurious delight charging through her, and thrills surged through her, for she was able to see it all as well as feel it.
Dolly was acutely aware of the building passion in the brunette. The fat lady bent and put her mouth to Mona's tautening nipple, sucking on the swollen brown bud, all but gnashing oh the swelling eraser-point between her teeth.
Realizing what Dolly was doing, Mona became frightened. It was bad enough to be raped by these freaks, but to have this female do this to her as well seemed altogether wrong. Her body jerked as she halfheartedly cried out, "No.. . oh no.. . . " moaning as she weakly attempted to pull her breast from the sucking mouth of the fat lady. She felt the bleached blonde's massive breasts now pressing hotly into her side, and as a result her belly began twitching with spasmodic, uncontrollable tremors.
"No, no!" she sobbed weakly, realizing the fat lady was now reaching behind Charlie, the gorilla-man, lifting his balls, and using her fingers to rub the rim of her cunt as Charlie continued stroking his cock back and forth.
The fingering made Mona that much hotter, and she was totally unprepared for what followed next. Dolly insinuated her head between Charlie's belly and her own, making Charlie sit up as he continued fucking his cock in and out of the tight pink tunnel that sucked and grasped at his organ. As a result, Dolly was able to let her tongue run down the length of Mona's abdomen, ringing her belly button for a moment, then slithering through her dark patch of pubic hair, tasting the mixture of oils coming from both Charlie and Mona. All the while her hand remained underneath, teasing the bottom of Mona's pussylips and the underside of
Charlie's cock. Her tongue continued moving lower, finding the little button of Mona's clitoris, stabbing against it as Charlie kept pumping his cock in and out, feeling the tongue wash over the topside of it as Dolly's fingers rubbed the underside.
"Uuu uunnnn nngggg hhhhhh! G-o-o-o-o-o-o-d-d-d-d-d uuuuuh hhhhhh hhhh!" Mona wailed as Dolly pursed her lips tightly around the turgid bud while her narrow cavern continued pounding up and down in time to the continuing strokes of the red penis attached to the gorilla-man.
Mona's body convulsed, her ass-cheeks clamping together spasmodically as if a million electrical impulses were sizzling their way through her. Her knees seemed to spread that much wider, as if affording Dolly better access to her clitoris as Charlie's cock continued pounding in and out of the tightness of her vaginal cave. Then, while still fingering the cunt from underneath, her digits touching both, the cuntlips and the underside of Charlie's cock, as well as his balls, Dolly pushed her face lower so that her lips sucked on Charlie's penis each time it pulled out of Mona's hot pussy. Her tongue probed into the cunt, licking the head of Charlie's cock, tickling Mona's upper vaginal wall.
Mona's immediate reaction was one of revulsion, unable to understand how any woman was willing to do what Dolly was doing. The idea of a female sucking on both, male and female genitals, seemed repulsive to her. Dolly obviously had lesbian tendencies, making her even more of a freak. What was even worse was the fact that she, Mona, was enjoying it, and this probably made her just as freaky.
"No more, no more," she begged, but unable to get a modicum of conviction in her voice. "This is dirty and unnatural."
She tried continuing her weak protestations, but they quickly faded away as Dolly once again sucked her quivering clitoris between her lips and pulled on it, titillating it. Her aversion now rapidly disappeared in a sea of wanton sensations the like of which she had never before known. As a result, she began rotating her buttocks all the more wildly, enhancing everything that much more for Charlie. Her buttocks worked in rapid convolutions as Dolly used her teeth and began biting down on the turgid red bud.
Mona was totally caught up in what was happening to her. This, which she had always feared and detested, was becoming a driving force in her life-the single most important thing she had ever known, and the knowledge of it frightened her even more. But she was unable to keep herself from shouting words of encouragement, calling out, "Yes . . . yes.. . yes.. . fuck me. . . suck me . . . bite me . . . ram me . . . keep on doing it.. . don't stop.. . more.. . I want more.. . please . . . please . . . yes. . . . "
"Haaaaarder, Haaaarder, Haaaarder, ram me harderrrr. . . . " she screamed, aware a tempestuous deluge was about to inundate her. Dolly had to pull her face away as their bodies ground together in violent and overpowering collision.
Charlie fell forward, and Dolly moved in from behind, letting her tongue wash over their genitals as the gorilla-man pumped more and more frantically. Without thinking, Mona sank her teeth into Charlie's shoulder as her initial vaginal orgasm smashed through her quivering body with uncontrollable atomic force.
HHU UUUUNN NNNGGG GGHHHH HAAAAA WWWWWA AAAARR RRGGGG GGHHHH HHH-UUU UNNNNN GGGGHH HHHHHHH!" she yelled as it seemed her body would be shattered into a thousand pieces as shock after rampant shock surged through every fiber of her quivering being. She tugged him deeper and deeper into her exploding volcano, and that was when Charlie wailed out his own unearthly yell. It sounded like something that might have been heard in a jungle.
He flooded the depths of her swallowing vagina with heavy, hot oceans of bubbling semen, thick, heavy, pungent and creamy. The simmering warmth of his seminal fluid spread through the velvety tissues of her seething vagina, flooding her with an ooze that brought on yet another paroxysmic orgasm. Her body jerked and shuddered from side to side, whipping this way and that as the two of them clung to one another in what looked like suspended animation.
Charlie shrank rapidly, and he pulled his cock from her cunt and rolled away, somehow leaving Mona with a feeling of incompleteness. But that feeling was overcome a moment later when Dolly pressed her fat face between Mona's still-spread thighs, her tongue licking inside and dredging out the heavy fluid. She licked, drinking down the out-flowing seminal tide, and when no more came out by itself, her tongue delved in and licked out more.
Mona went totally insane. Prickles charged through her body, and she whipped madly left and right, her bound wrists tugging at the cords holding them. She felt the ropes biting into her flesh, but she didn't care, responding again and again as she realized that although her wrists were still bound together, they had been able to encircle Charlie before. Now the ropes were being untied from her wrists, and though her legs were tired, they remained spread as Dolly, bent over, finished her oral working. What she didn't know was that Harry was fucking Dolly's cunt from behind as the fat lady continued licking into Mona's funnel. But by that time Mona was so weak, she didn't particularly care.
CHAPTER SIX
The next time Mona awoke, the train had stopped. She was still in the small compartment, but she found her clothes, neatly pressed, hanging on a hook behind the door. She got up, found a small bathroom with a tiny shower in it behind the second door, quickly cleaned herself off in the shower, and, to her horror, as she soaped her legs, discovered a fine growth of downy hair on her legs. The hair on her arms was no longer like lint, but now more than a little visible. Shaving it would do no good. It would all grow back. She had to get away from this madhouse.
Stepping out of the small bathroom after drying off and fixing her hair, she quickly dressed, then noticed there was no one else on the train. This might be her chance to get away.
Stepping off the train, she realized she was right in the middle of the circus camp grounds. She would probably never have a better opportunity than right now.
Turning, she found herself face to face with a tall, stoop-shouldered man who was in his early sixties. He was bald on top, with lots of gray hair on the sides of his head. He had two shining gray eyes, a sharp beak of a nose, and a tight-lipped mouth. The moment he saw her he smiled at her. He was wearing gray-and-white, vertically striped pants, and a white shirt.
"Hi," he smiled. "I hear you're joining us."
"You look sane," Mona said to him.
"I should hope so," he nodded. "I'm the carnival barker, Sy Reskin. I wouldn't last too long at my job if I were insane."
His smile was toothy, perfect, and Mona wondered if his teeth were false or capped. They had to be one or the other.
"I don't belong here," she told him. "I have to get away. If you help me, I'll see to it you get a big reward."
"Oh?" he asked. "How big?"
Greed, she thought. It gets to them every time.
Aloud, she said, "Five thousand dollars."
"That's a lot of money," he admitted. "Even in these inflationary times. But it's not enough to risk the loss of my job, honey. You see, I like it here. My voice is strong even now. There's no reason in the world for me to ever lose it according to the doctors. So I'll probably be a carny right up to the day I die."
'Ten thousand," she said.'
"C'mon," he said, taking her arm.
"Where?" she wanted to know.
"We're gonna go over to my wagon, and there we can discuss this in privacy."
There was that hard glitter in the man's eye that told her that even at his age the urge for sex wasn't dead. It made Mona hesitate.
"I don't like being in a man's wagon alone," she told him looking around as the various other people were busy with their different jobs, finishing the putting up of the tents, making the animals comfortable, feeding them, getting the large circus tent prepared with all the wires and trapezes, and setting up the different games that would lure the suckers, as well as the rides, all of which were portable, and were being put back together again. The only thing missing was a roller coaster, since that definitely was not portable.
"Suit yourself," Sy shrugged, letting go of her.
"Wait!" Mona gasped, desperate. "I'll come!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was going to be a short visit, a one-time-only visit, though Sy was unaware of it as he led Mona into the wagon he used as his headquarters when the circus always camped. The others, for the most part, slept in their compartments or berths on the train, thus saving the carnival the expense of having to get them wagons. Sy's wagon was also the one used by the manager, though at this time the manager would be off, busy, and wouldn't have any time to relax.
It was a musty wagon, used by two men, with two bunks in the rear, where they slept. It was obvious neither man slept alone, since there were female slippers under both beds as well as male slippers. Mona assumed the men slept with some of the women belonging to the carnival who weren't freaks, such as the aerialists, or those who worked with the animal trainers.
Once inside the wagon, she saw Sy lock the door and realized the other door, at the rear, was also locked.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked.
"Honey," he told her, "if you want something from me, you have to offer something in return."
"I told you, I'm offering you money."
"Money?" he laughed. "I don't want money. I'd gamble it all away, anyway. Lemmee tell you something. I have fucked every single female who has worked for this outfit-every one of them, including Mrs. Imp. Hell! I fucked her with her husband watching just to make sure the little guy didn't think I was trying to pull something behind his back. He didn't like it, but he had no choice if he wanted to go on working here. I've fucked all the flyers, all the tight-rope walking females, all those who work the carny concessions, and even Dolly the fat lady. I've fucked people who have come and gone from here, people you'll never meet, and now you're here, so I'm gonna fuck you. You belong here, just like all those other freaks."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped.
"I'm talking about all that hair on you. Shit! If it grows any thicker, we'll be able to bill you as Charlie's mate. Or maybe you'll be the bearded lady. You don't have any signs of a beard, but we can always work something out."
"Let me out of here," Mona insisted.
"Honey, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck your cunt, I'm gonna fuck your mouth, and what's more, you're not gonna put up any kind of argument. Just remember, nobody knows where you are, and what's more, nobody really cares. You told all the freaks about how your servants all wish you'd drop dead, and how your mother is too busy to be bothered with you. Well," he told her, taking out a knife and opening the blade, waving it in front of her, "either you do like I tell you, or I'll cut your throat, and we'll bury you somewhere on the carny grounds before we leave, and no one'll ever know anything about you. So off with the clothes, honey."
Waving his knife, he made the girl back toward the cots, and once they were there, he indicated the one on the right. Then he motioned for her to undress, moving the tip of the knife as if he intended slicing off her clothing if she didn't take it off. She had no brassiere, and her breasts were instantly exposed when she lowered the top of her dress. He touched her nipples with the point of his knife, as if to emphasize he'd be able to cut them off if he chose. Then, when she was totally undressed, he undressed. She saw his erection pointing directly at her, hard, firm, circumcised, with a healthy pink tip, though neither long nor thick. Compared to that of the gorilla-man, it was laughable. But Mona was not in a laughing mood with that knife being waved at her.
He pulled the cot away from the wall, then forced her to lie on it, using her stockings to tie her arms to the legs of the cot.
"Please . . . Mr. Reskin . . . don't do this . . . just let me go.. . . " feeling terribly afraid and helpless again with her wrists bound to the legs of the cot.
"You're gonna get fucked," he said, his face turning cloudy.
"All right, all right," she gulped. "But untie my hands. I'll do anything you want if you'll untie my hands."
'The hell I will," the man smirked, and he took off his glasses and put them down on a bureau.
"Mr. Reskin. . . . " she screamed.
He clamped his hand solidly over her mouth. Then seeing her panties, he took them and crammed them into her mouth, saying, "You try spitting them out, and I'll cut your throat."
Looking at her, lying there so helpless, her naked body so perfect even with the faint hair on her arms and legs, as well as some starting to grow under her arms, she looked extremely enticing. She was not a really beautiful woman, but there was no doubt about her being a sexy looking creature, and still an attractive female. She was worth a fuck, and he was going to throw one into her.
He hovered over her, his bleached, white body contrasting with the tan on his face and hands, and he looked like some mad ghoul. Her large, swollen breasts excited him, and he reached down and began massaging them. His fingers squeezed them tightly, pinching them as if he were either trying to pop them like ripe cherries, or he was trying to rip them from her body. Then he began rubbing the nipples with his palms. They were large, distended, and they swelled even more from the way he manhandled them.
"You got great knobs," he told her. "Yeah, really good tits. I think I'll fuck your tits, too."
He climbed onto the cot, his knees on either side of her slender, frightened body, his cock ramrod stiff as he sat on her belly. He pushed his rigid tool between her heaving breasts, feeling the warmth of her delightful flesh against his penis, making it quiver.
Mona gaped at him with frightened eyes, her mouth unable to shut because of her panty crammed inside. She lay perfectly still, much too frightened to move, afraid anything she might do would displease the man, and then he would definitely hurt her. She prayed he would finish everything quickly and then turn her loose. She had to get away from this madhouse, somehow.
He pressed his palms against her full breasts, forcing them to flatten against her body, splaying out like pudding in all directions at once. Her nipples dug into his palms, arousing him even more. Now he pressed her mammaries tightly together, forming a channel through which he would be able to guide his cock.
Sitting back, letting his ass rest on her belly, he began sliding the penis back and forth on her rounded body, pushing the hard poker between the swollen breasts . . . in and out . . . in and out. Each time he pushed forward, the pink cap of the penis butted against Mona's chin, leaving a dot of seminal oil.
Mona became more and more horrified with every passing moment. Her body was prickling with fear.
She was aware of the weight of his penis as it continually rubbed between her fulsome mammarial weights. She felt the heat of the male organ, but it made her shudder as if with cold. It was a hard penis, not nearly as long or as thick as that of the gorilla-man, but its weight seemed to hurt. Oil was oozing from its tip, dripping along her breasts, seeping into the valley between them. He continued pounding into the crevice, the oil making everything more slippery so he was able to move his penis that much faster.
Sy stared down at Mona, knowing she was all his now, his to play with and enjoy to his heart's content. He was able to do anything he wished with her, and the knowledge excited and aroused him.
He looked at her mouth, wide open, crammed with her panties. From the things he had heard about her-the way she had talked to the freaks when she had viewed them the previous night, it was obvious she didn't use that mouth for anything as disdainful as cock-sucking. The freaks had admitted to letting Charlie fuck her, but they had said nothing about using her mouth. Hell! He was going to be the first one to use that mouth.
Reaching down, he pulled the panties from her mouth, aware they had been choking her. She was gasping for air as she pleaded in a helplessly dry voice, "Don't hurt me . . . don't hurt me . . . I'll do anything you say."
"Sure you will," he nodded, slowly moving up, letting his ass rest on the cushion of her tits, making her aware of how fish belly white and flabby the front of him was.
His penis stuck out directly over her face, and he had his testicles pressed against the underside of her chin, touching her adam's apple, letting her know all he had to do was press down there, and she would be dead. His hand reached down, his fingers clenching in her short, dark-brown hair, and he yanked her head up until he was able to feel the delineated imprint of her lips against his penile head.
"Suck on it!" he insisted.
Mona was horrified. Suck on it? Take that penis into her mouth as she had seen Dolly do with Charlie? That was nauseating! She would never be able to bring herself to do something so disgusting. Never!
The man twisted his fingers in her hair a bit, and she began crying and whimpering. As she parted her lips in a loud yelp, Sy slammed the swollen length of his hot, hard cock into the narrow fissure of her mouth.
"Ggg ggghhh hhhaaa arrrrg ggggll lllluu uucccc chhhhh!" she gagged.
He twisted her hair a little more, thus forcing her to 'til open her mouth even wider. Now he had full access to her oral chamber, and he slowly began pushing his penis deeper. He thrilled to the sensation of her slithery tongue rubbing against his prodding cock. Electric thrills charged through his body, and his heart-rate, already fast, picked up. Yes, this girl had a usable mouth, all right, and he was just the one to use it.
When she tried clamping her mouth shut and forcing his penis out with her tongue, he used his thumb and fingers, pressing on the hinges of her jaw, also pushing her cheeks in and forcing them to massage his cock as he continued pushing it into her tight mouth.
"Come on, come on," he snapped at her. "Start sucking or I'll get my knife and open that windpipe of yours and let a little extra air in."
Mona realized she had no alternative. She compressed her lips around the hot, hard fleshy spike, and though she didn't want to, she made her mouth suck strongly as her tongue continued applying pressure to his phallus. It made him tighten his hold on her. He shuddered, anticipating what was to come. God! It had been a really long time since he'd fucked a virgin mouth, and as a result, this one was really getting to him. He would make sure she took all of it. When he unloaded his sperm down her gullet, he would make certain she swallowed every last little drop of it. Goddamn rich bitches! Think they owned the fucking world because they had money?
He tightened his ass muscles, ramming his cock in and out, in and out, noting with delighted satisfaction that her mouth was clinging strongly to the phallic lance.
Mona closed her mind, disgusted with all this, trying to take her mind off the horrible thing she was letting happen to her. If only she dared bite him . . . but she didn't.
"Suck . . . suck . . . suck. . . . " he barked at her.
Mona felt the throbbing penis swell and distend even more. The time was fast approaching. He rammed his penis as far into her mouth as he was able, and kept it locked in there as he tried pushing his penile head down her throat. It just missed pushing into her gullet. He yanked her head toward his pelvis. Mona felt the cock growing thicker against her tongue, expanding that much more, feeling a million different crazy sensations all at once, none of them, she realized, disgust, as his pelvis pressed into her nose, cutting off her air supply.
"HHH HHAAAA AYYYYA AAAAAIIIIIYY YYY-AAA AAGGGG GGHHHH HHUUUU UNNNNG GGGGHH HHHAAA AAftRRR RRGGGG HHH-HHU UUUUUN NNNNNG GGGGGH HHHAAA AAUUUU UUNNNN NGGGHH HHHH!" Sy yelled, as suddenly there was a mad explosion, and blasts of white semen went rocketing down her throat, shooting down as if in a single continuous stream in spite of the fact that she felt the pulsing throbs in his urethra against the flat of her tongue as he spurted eruption after eruption down her gullet. Hot, white liquid continued pouring into her mouth, flooding her gullet, choking her, and when Mona pulled her face away in the hope of spitting the fluid out, Sy clamped his hands on her head and her jaw, holding her mouth tightly shut, pinching her nostrils, making certain she swallowed before he allowed her to open her mouth again. Then he untied her.
Panting, gasping, unable to catch his breath, he rolled from her supine form and fell on the floor, his whiteness looking even more ghostly and ghastly.
Mona, holding her throat, staggered to her feet, wildly looking around for her clothing. She hurried into everything, not aware of his movements until she was dressed. Then, and only then, did she notice he was lying there, helpless, unable to move, barely breathing. She stood against the wall of the wagon, terrified as he flopped around with his hands, and then he lay still.
Turning, Mona ran out of the wagon, screaming, pointing to it. The people working around her, stopped and looked at her and at the wagon, then one of them went inside. He came out a few minutes later and yelled, "Someone call an ambulance. Sy's had a coronary."
"He dead?" someone else yelled.
"Looks like it," the man in the wagon called back, and Mona simply fainted from the hysteria that gripped her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was worse, now. The hair on her arms and legs had thickened even more, but worse, hair was growing on her stomach just below her breasts. Some few light strands were starting to pop out around her nipples. If she didn't get out of here in a hurry, she would indeed turn into some kind of freak like the others.
She was totally naked, standing before the mirror in the little compartment she had come to think of as hers, on the train. The ambulance had come and gone, and the police had come and gone. Somehow Sy had been fully dressed when the ambulance had carted his body away. No one had mentioned her as having had anything to do with him. In fact, the police hadn't even known of her existence, and she had been in a faint the entire time, and had been unable to call to them for help. Besides, she had been locked inside the compartment.
Now, as she nakedly stood in front of the mirror, she felt more terrified than ever, and forced herself to remain under control. To panic would be to invite the hairs to grow even more rapidly.
Suddenly the door in front of her opened and Jerome, the strong man entered the room, shutting it behind him.
"Wh-what do you want?" she gasped, nakedly stepping back.
"I see you have nothing better to do than to admire your naked body," he taunted, his face looking more craggy and rugged than ever.
"You get out of here," she insisted, making no move to cover herself, aware by now that any move would be futile since he was so much stronger than she.
"Not a chance," he laughed, and he began taking off the fake leopard skin he was wearing.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she gasped, totally terrified by now, and having no intention of hiding the fact.
"I'm taking advantage of you," he told her. "The others are all eating in the mess tent. They're having spaghetti, which is pure carbohydrates and not good for a man like me who needs lots of protein. So I'm here to fuck you silly."
"How dare you!" she barked at him. "You get out of here or I'll scream loud enough to make this car jump the track."
"So scream," he shrugged, smiling at her. "The others know where I am, and they'll only smile."
He'd gotten rid of everything other than his hobnailed boots. He apparently decided to keep those on for effect. His cock was immense, longer and thicker than any she had seen so far. It was straight, no bends, no curves, circumcised, with a bright purple head. He was built like a python.
She raised both fists together to pound on his chest, and that was when Jerome grabbed her wrists and he used his right hand to clamp both of them together. His other hand reached behind her lovely brown head, his fingers weaving their way into her mane, and then he tugged her close as he mashed his mouth against hers. Mona was sorry she had used the mouthwash she had found in the bathroom. It would have served him right to taste that dead man's sperm. She tried ramming a knee into his groin, but he swiveled slightly, and her kneecap struck a thigh like a rock.
"I am going to fuck you silly," he repeated. "I'm going to fuck you, eat you, and then make you suck my cock and drink my sperm."
"You do that," she snorted. "That's what Sy did, and it killed him. Maybe I can suck the life out of you. You can bill me in the freak show as the succubus. You're all disgusting."
"Don't hand me that crap," Jerome snorted. "I saw the way you reacted to Charlie's fucking you. If you sucked Sy dry, he died because of a heart attack and not because of your mouth. I'm only sorry I wasn't there to see it. Sy loves to handle his women roughly. Pardon me! He loved to handle his women roughly. Well I know for a fact that I have a longer, harder, thicker cock than Sy would ever have hoped for. I promise, you're gonna love being fucked and sucked by me a lot more than you liked anything else you've had with the others. You'll be coming back for more, like Dolly and the lady snake charmer, Magda. Not only that, but I get offers from the paying clientele who come around every night. You'll see. So consider yourself lucky that I'm gonna bestow my scepter on you."
Mona jerked her mouth away from his, her lips near his ear, and she suddenly, sadistically unleashed one of the loudest, most terrifying screams she had ever uttered. It seemed to come right from the pit of her belly.
"You just keep on screaming," Jerome laughed, releasing her hair and letting his hands wander down across the firm hardness of her outthrust breasts. "Oh yeah," he murmured, rubbing the palm of his powerful hand against both breasts, letting their nipples stab into it repeatedly. "You have no idea how much I'm gonna enjoy this. All the other broads come begging, and they're willing to do anything to please me. But you, you're fighting me, you don't want me yet, and it's going to be one helluva pleasure doing things to you. Now you stay still and let me suck on those tits and feel 'em up, and if you're really nice, I'll give you an extra treat and dive on that muff of yours. I watched the way you creamed like crazy when Charlie was fucking you and Dolly was eating you. So you stop fighting me, Mona. You're here to stay, face that fact. Nothing and no one are going to stop me from doing what I please. You and me, we're here alone, and I'm going to do to you whatever I feel like. I'm going to fuck that hot twat of yours until it explodes and you're sore inside. You'll beg me to stop, not because of pain, but because it's so damn good you won't be able to keep yourself under control any longer. Honey, there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me, so why not enjoy it! I'll fuck and suck as long as I please, and you, if you turn out to be a good-enough lay, I'll take you out for some steak after tonight's performance. They have a steakhouse just down the road."
Out? Away from here? Once away from here, that would be her opportunity to escape. She would use the old dodge about going to the ladies' room and then climb out the back window or something, and then run like hell. But by the same token, if she suddenly melted and gave in, he would be completely suspicious. She had to put up more of a fight.
Because she had such slender arms, Mona knew there was no way on earth she was capable of breaking the hold this man had on her. In spite of all the turning, twisting and screaming, he had complete physical control over her.
She screamed again, but he only laughed. To prove his disdain for her struggles, the man released her wrists. She tore them free and punched at him as hard as she was able. It didn't bother the man in the slightest. With her broken nails she tore into his powerful flesh, raking his arms and his chest. But the strong man was also very quick and very adept, blocking the ferocity of her constant attack, finally slowing her down by gripping her by the elbows. So Mona screamed again, a loud, high-pitched, piercing scream that made the loose items in the compartment rattle.
"You just keep on screaming," Jerome told her, a wide grin on his face. "All it does is make you use up even more strength uselessly. No one, but no one is going to hear you. So wise up, honey. You are about to be well and properly fucked and sucked, so just stop fighting it. Spread those delightfully luscious thighs of yours, and I'll slip my hot cock right in. Charlie widened you enough, and you're nice and elastic, so it won't hurt. Come on, Mona."
He was lowering his crew-cut head, his lips pursed and sucking at her peaked nipples as her struggling body flapped her breasts at him in an effort to ward the man off. He finally got her left nipple firmly between his teeth, and he began lustily biting down while sucking at the same time.
Releasing the nipple, the strong man dragged her over to the small, narrow lower berth and tossed her onto it, still holding her elbows. Then he slid his hands down to her wrists and grabbed them again, holding them with his left hand this time while he used his right hand to delve into the hidden juncture between her thighs. His mouth was once more sucking on her nipples, and Mona was gasping and sighing as he chewed wildly on her flesh. Her own ears picked up the erotic sounds of the hungry manner in which he was chewing, all but biting into the nut-like nipples as his palm rubbed itself across her soaking quim. The oily flow was pouring heavily from the center of her hot little pussy, drenching her crotch as well as his palm. Some of it was leaking into her asscrack, and through it, soaking the cover on the made-up Pullman bed. Mona was becoming more and more aroused, and she realized what she was going to do now was not merely because she wanted to get to that steakhouse and get away, but she wanted to enjoy his cock, feeling it rummage inside her. Want for him was continuing to build uncontrollably, and because he was raping her, she once again felt herself blameless, convincing herself that her inner cunt would not rot.
The man's swollenly rigid phallus was already beating with tom-tom regularity against her slender thigh. His fingers were parting her inner pussylips, revealing the liquidity within the womanly well deep inside her. Her cunt resembled nothing less than a split-open peach or pink apricot. He was unable to slip a finger inside her just yet because she was still tight, so he began stroking her well-oiled feminine slash, touching her sensitive labia and, ultimately, her pulsating clitoris; that delicious extension of pure sensuousness that guarded the entrance to her cradle of lust and the core that burned deep within.
The beautiful Mona made one more final, halfhearted attempt to free herself, did not succeed, and finally lay limp, as if letting him know she had done her best. She was now surrendering herself to his gross desires. He had overpowered her, and now he would be able to do as he pleased with her, eventually pushing the immensely long, thick hose of steel solidity into her, flooding her seething vagina with the hot, white liquid now boiling in the cauldron of his weighty testicles. It was obvious from the look in his eyes, he intended keeping his word, pumping her again and again until every drop of his sperm had worked its way through his long staff into the hidden recesses of her gorgeous, soaking feminine container-all the way up into her tender belly. Pregnancy was something Mona never thought about. If it happened, she would have an abortion when she managed to get away from here. But she seriously didn't expect it to happen to her. Other females became pregnant, but her body was in a defiant mood and refused to let it happen.
She saw Jerome was just about ready. As far as he was concerned, the time had come. Her arms were released again, and they automatically wound themselves around his neck, pulling his face down to hers as her tongue licked each of his ears in turn, her teeth nibbling on the earlobes. She seemed to be in an entirely different world, in an existence where physical satisfaction was the only thing that really mattered. She had finally yielded up her body, unwillingly at first, but nevertheless she had surrendered it. She was in a state of self-hypnosis, feeling his burning pole rubbing throbbingly and strongly against her thigh, eager for penetration and letting her know as much because of its marble-solidity.
"I won't fight you anymore," she gasped, panting, her eyes staring straight into the marbles that were his eyes."
"It's not enough for you to say you won't fight me. You have to ask me to fuck you," he insisted.
"Damn you, don't you leave a girl any of her pride at all?"
"No," he replied.
"All right," she gulped, defeated for the moment, knowing to give him his way was the only way she would achieve satisfaction, and, in the long run, break free of all this. "I'll say it," she shrugged.
"Then say it."
"Fuck me! Come on, strong man! Put that mightiest of all muscles you have inside me and fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you think you're able! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! My cunt is all yours now! So do all the things you promised you'd do."
"I will," he assured her. "But not just yet. Dolly tasted you, earlier, and I heard her say you have the most luscious cunt she's ever eaten. Dolly ought to know. She's eaten more pussy than I have. But I'm curious, so I have to taste you now-all of you."
His burning phallic lance slowly began sliding back along her thigh as he lowered his head, his tongue leaping out and licking its way across her throat, and then down to her luscious breasts, biting the rubbery nipples strongly before continuing lower, down to the lovely rib cage. He licked one side of the rib cage, then the other, then let his tongue lick its way down to her waist. Then it moved down across her belly, a flat-paned belly, but soft, because Mona had never really done any exercises to keep in shape.
Finally his mouth buried itself in the sparse, dark-brown jungle of her pelvis, her confession of total subjugation driving him on, letting him know she was as willing as he to let him do as he pleased, for as long as he pleased, whenever he pleased, proceeding at his own pace. He would be able to kiss and lick and slurp at her feminine water hole, doing that which presently satisfied him most until he was all set to penetrate her with his javelin. Yes, Mona Kase was his to do with as he pleased, and she saw by the amused look in his eye he intended enjoying every last little bit of her. She was totally unresisting at this point, malleable clay in the man's hands.
Her thighs spread themselves open for him, wide and inviting. She offered him total access to the dripping funnel of her womanly center, the access to her drooling cuntlips made easy for his anxious and hungry mouth. His hands had moved themselves under her ass-cheeks, his fingers digging into her gluteal flesh, raising her buttocks higher, making a place of worship of her perineum where the lower half of his mouth would pay homage as he hungrily fed at the burning entrance to her steaming cunt. She wriggled, churning, revolving her hips against the flatness of his thirsting tongue. His engulfing mouth pursed itself and sipped from between her flooded labia as they, in turn, kissed his face. Then the tip of his tongue moved down and probed between her juicy ass-cheeks until it had electrified the rosebud-shaped entrance to her asshole.
Her facial muscles twisted themselves all out of shape. They twitched and contorted as his mouth continued hungrily sipping from the chalice of her vagina. Spasms of delight rippled through Mona's sensuous body, and she reached down and softly ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to continue.
"Unnnnnhhhh! YES! YES! YES! Hurry, Jerome! Hurry!" she murmured, flinging her head wildly from side to side in mad, uncontrolled abandon, gasping for breath.
She was totally overwhelmed by the strength of his delving tongue as it lapped its way into her. Her slender feminine form was completely out of control by now, wildly humping up and down, traveling at top speed in the hope of attaining that ultimate thrill. She was on the verge.
"No!" he insisted very suddenly, lifting his head. "I'll be damned if I'll let you come without me."
"Hurry!" she pleaded. "Put it into me, Jerome! Hurry! Hurry! Make the both of us hit the top of the rainbow! Make us both come! Shoot that white-hot stuff into me!"
He slid up alongside her on the narrow bunk, and her hand, of its own volition, reached down and took tight hold of his solid muscle. Her eyes had a burning hunger in them, adoring the sight of the solid log with the purple point leaking its fluid all over her. Her hand slid across its full length, and for the first time her mind concentrated on what it felt like, no longer fearing it, but rather wanting it, aching to have it fill the void in her shuddering body, for Mona, spoiled bitch that she was, having discovered the glories of orgasm, having learned that her body would not be harmed by it, now wanted to glut herself with it. What was more, this particular man was not really a freak. He was in the sideshow, but he was there because of his prodigious strength, and now he was going to use some of that prodigious energy on her.
The way she fingered the long, thick, hot length of cock made the already solid meat even more solid until it had become a thick stick of hot, hard, heavy concrete. It was ready to power its way between her tantalizing thighs. Soon it would be sinking itself into the seething depths of her soaking inner hole, ready to deliver the promise of total rapture as it charged her womanly body with greater currents of tingling ecstasy and delightful ripples, making every nerve-ending in her body sizzle as it slowly but surely reduced her to a vessel of delirious and helpless babblings.
Her eyes were now heavy with carnal desire for Mona had come to realize the potential of sex and how she, herself, would be able to use it when she returned to her former life. Her hand clamped down solidly on the hot and heavy masculine pole. The realization that this penis-the first one not belonging to a freak or a madman that she had touched, would soon be inside her-made her feel all kinds of scintillating delights, delights which, she was certain, would be far greater since Jerome was the kind of man she would have wanted even outside the circus. She pleaded with him to hurry.
The flaming swell of his glans was already at her portal, the entrance to her treasure trove, and now, as it moved in, it began parting the moving doors, the yielding curtains, pushing as it sought the fiery tunnel in which it intended fitting itself. Mona moved her fingers lower until she was touching the base of the pleasure-giver. Her hands gently, lightly began caressing his weighty balls as desire for that pulsing cock ran rampantly through her shuddering mind. She was probably thinking about the heavy cream inside the cream that would separate itself from him and become part of her as it barreled into her. In only a few minutes everything would rush from the burning weights of his testicles, into his prostate, and from there through the urethra and out, into the depths of her own body.
"Oh, yeah, honey," Jerome kept on whispering to her, encouraging her. "You just keep on doing that, rubbing and massaging my balls that way while I shove my steam pole all the way inside you. If only you knew how great it feels to be inside that tight fistula you call your honey hole. Jesus! The sheathing sensation of your inner tunnel is unbelievable. Oh, God! This is great, really great!"
He went on mouthing a series of sweet nothings into her ear, and at the same time continued slipping more and more of his hard, long penis into her, pushing it deeper and deeper. It wasn't long before the entire leaden length of the organ was securely plugging her satin scabbard.
Then it was Mona who initiated the screwing, rotating, pistoning movement. Jerome matched her and the two of them began moving in tandem, slowly at first, then little by little picking up speed. His tongue was probing into her ear as his long penile lance continued plunging into her womanly center, moving in and out, in and out, charging, pushing, seeking and knifing. Now the tempo picked up more speed as pubis to pubis, each of them soaked in the combined juices of both their lubricants, picked up even more speed. Jerome smiled to himself, aware he had made another conquest. The woman wanted all of him, wanted him fucking her again and again; wanting every last little bit of his corking staff plugging her feminine drain as it forced its way that much harder and deeper inside her.
Mona fucked as if she had been doing it all her life.
She lay there on her back, forcing her thighs to remain spread wide open as she continued taking the long, hard penis, letting it soak in the flooded whirlpool of her feminine love juices while her buttocks continued bouncing more and more quickly as his pole continued stabbing into her repeatedly, cramming her again and again.
Christ! For a novice she was good, damn good! Jerome had to admit she was a match for any pro around. Feeling her teeth sink into his shoulder, almost in the exact same spot where she had bitten Charlie, earlier, made his horn jump with renewed desire.
Mona's hot pussy continued pulling harder and harder at the prong of flesh buried inside, doing her best to engulf it all, wishing to never surrender it again. Her lusciously tight little ass firmly bounced on the mattress, rebounding with greater effort than ever, and from the look in her eyes it was obvious she was about to go over the top.
Yes, yes, there it was, building inside her, starting as if from a long, long way off, but coming nearer and nearer with every passing moment. Her twitching ass-cheeks told Jerome that her feeling of feelings was getting closer and closer. Her thighs tightened and her body tensed as she began bucking up and down, up and down until it seemed as if a radiant light was brilliantly shining from her vagina.
"YYY YYAAAA AAIIII YYYYYY EEEAAA AAG-GGG HHHHHA AAAAUU UUUWWW WWAAAA AGGGGG HHHHAA AAAARR RRRRGG GGG-HHH HHUUUU UNNNNG GGGGGG HHH HHA-AAA AUUUUU WWWWAA AGGGHH!" she yelled, screaming out maddening screeches as she began climaxing uncontrollably, wildly, the maddening draining sensation, the enervation spreading very slowly from her flaming pussy to her buttocks and her rectal tunnel, and then to every nerve-ending in her shuddering body.
"MORE!" she insisted, slamming her curvaceous pussy solidly against his sinking pelvis as another overpowering charge of electrical energy blistered its way through her, increasing in intensity with each forward plunge, reaming and stabbing, plunging and lunging into the innermost central part of her.
Jerome's lancing muscle of might was charging toward the finish line now, and he apexed insanely as that ultimate tingle of total orgasmic pleasure peaked and brought her along with him so that she had yet another climax.
"GGG GGHHHH HAAAAA RRRRRG GGGGHH HHHUUU UNNNNN NGGGGG GHHHHH AAA-GGG HHH!" the man bellowed, in the throes of ultimate pleasure.
So deep, so strong, so overpowering was the latest crisis experienced by the helpless sideshow slave, her body bent upward as if her spine were an English longbow, stretching until her individual vertebrae almost totally separated. Then her body fell back to the bed, a collapsed lump of used flesh.
She simply lay there on the small bed, her lungs heaving again and again, trying hard to pull in great gulps of air. She was totally beat, completely whacked out never having expected to have so many orgasms with a single fuck. She was aflame and yet incapable of quenching the flame.
The long, hard, thick cock of Jerome, the Strongman, slowly began slackening as it continued spurting the contents of his balls into her. They both twitched with every spurt he sent into her, as if he was filling her with something about to come alive. His hands gripped her swollen breasts for support, almost as if he were holding onto them for dear life.
Eventually he pulled his shrinking penis from the cavern of her cunt. It came out with a loud "pop!" Her cunt had been reluctant to release it, and yet it really hadn't had much choice.
"We'll pick you up after the show and take you to the steakhouse," Jerome told her.
"We?" she asked.
"Me and some of the other freaks," he replied, shrugging.
"Oh," she nodded, as he donned his leopard skin and then left.
So they weren't to be there alone. She might have known.
Looking at herself in the mirror she was relieved to see she hadn't sprouted any additional hair. She used a razor she found and shaved off what she did have.
CHAPTER NINE
Mona hoped she might be able to mingle with the crowd that came to see the evening show, and then slowly ease her way away from the circus. But the members of the sideshow had anticipated everything, and they had insisted on locking her in her compartment on the train. Elmo, the dog-faced dwarf babysat with her. He was tiny, but he was strong, and Mona knew better than to argue with him.
When the show finally ended, the staff closed everything down for the night, and then Jerome, Harry, Oscar the Geek, and Rick, the giant, came for her. None of them looked too freakish, except for Rick's height, and he stooped making himself look like a bent-shouldered giant, but one not much taller than six-and-a-half feet.
Mona was dressed, and she saw the men all wore shirts and slacks, and anyone who didn't know their faces too well would never guess they were members of a carnival sideshow.
As they walked, they were joined by Magda, the snake charmer. Mona had never met Magda, and she had to admit the woman was stunningly beautiful. She had auburn-tinted brown hair done so that the curls were bunched around her neck as Madame DuBarry's wig might have Been. Facially, she had full, round cheeks, a short, tiny, uptilted nose, and a full mouth. To look at her, one would think she had a job in movies, or she was working as some rich millionaire's sugar baby, but one would never guess she had a passion for snakes.
Magda was wearing a simple white blouse and red peasant skirt. She had one arm looped through Jerome's, and another arm looped through Harry's, as if knowing which were the most important men.
The steakhouse was one of those old-fashioned places with muted lighting so that it was impossible for anyone to really recognize their faces. They moved quietly, walking to the back of the large room, sitting in a corner at a long table. When the waitress came and took their orders, she never bothered to look twice at them.
"You see." Harry said to her. "Even freaks can look normal under certain circumstances. You know, Mona, I think you'll learn to not only like us after a while, but love us. You'll find our kind of life totally different from the one you're used to, but by the same token, I think you'll find it rewarding, because eventually you'll be earning a living along with the rest of us."
"Why not now?" Mona shrugged, taking a cigarette from one of the glass holders on the table and lighting it with a pack of matches she found there, as well.
In the light of the match, she looked at the others, and they all looked back at her, their eyes laughing at her as if to say they were neither stupid nor gullible.
"You're not ready now," Harry told her. "You see, you look on the freaks as a group of people afflicted, and at the moment you think of your own trouble as an affliction, an abnormality if you will, never stopping to think it is actually normality where you're concerned. You have to learn to accept yourself before you learn to accept us. When you do that, you'll take your place with us and soon learn this kind of life is far more rewarding than the useless existence you had before.
Mona shrugged, knowing whatever she said would come out wrong. Finally, she told them, "I'd like to go to the ladies' room:"
"Sure," Magda smiled, her Hungarian accent obvious. "Come on, ve go toget'her."
Mona had no choice but to go with Magda. Once in the ladies' room, she noted the back window was too tiny for her to climb out of, anyway. But she felt miserable, because this latest chance to escape from these human monsters had been thwarted.
They returned from the ladies' room and found their steaks on the table. One thing about Nebraska steaks was they were definitely not skimpy. In Florida, most steak houses offered a thirteen ounce cut, calling it a New York cut. In New York, you got a sixteen ounce cut that was called a Texas cut. Texas, like Florida, served New York cuts. But Nebraska didn't have imagine names for their steaks. They were simply sirloin, porterhouse, rib steak, T-bone, shell steak, or tenderloin, all full cuts, many more than sixteen ounces, and through they weren't cheap, they were at least offering a person his or her money's worth.
"Now whose turn is it going to be?" Mona asked sardonically, when they arrived back at the train.
"We're reasonable," Harry replied. "Go get a good night's rest. We'll talk about who's next tomorrow. The time will come when you'll be looking forward to who's next."
"Don't bet on it," she snapped, and once again entered the compartment.
Alone, she sat on the bed and wept, feeling helpless and alone, knowing that unless she made her own opportunity, one would not be forthcoming, and she might indeed be stuck here the rest of her life.
She went to bed filled with trepidation and had a poor night's sleep. In the morning, when she finally did awake after some fitful dreaming, she saw all the hair she had shaved off had grown back, and now there was a hint of a mustache on her upper lip.
CHAPTER TEN
Although Mr. Imp had been fanatical where his wife's fidelity was concerned, the fact that she had been forced to put out for Sy Reskin had rankled him for many years. Sy hadn't been built that big, but his cock was still longer and thicker than that of the midget, and as a result, although Mr. Imp knew his wife didn't want to do so, she was automatically making comparisons every time she fucked. The midget felt that if his wife had put out for a full-grown man, he had the right to stray at least once, with a full-grown woman.
Until now, Mr. Imp, whose real name was Fred Jackson, had refrained from putting hands on any of the females who worked for the circus. After all, the beautiful women would only laugh at him. The freaks were all friends of Mrs. Imp, including Magda, the luscious snake charmer, so he had no chance whatsoever of really making out. The paying customers were only interested in looking at him, and he had no intention of seeking out a professional whore who might give him a social disease. The man had a problem.
But now Mona had come along. Mona, recalcitrant, unfriendly, and one whom he knew would never tell on him because his wife was the one responsible for slipping Mona the doped coffee which now made her a prisoner. No, Mona wouldn't tell.
However, to be on the safe side, Mr. Imp needed an alibi. In this case, the alibi would be only too happy to comply, since he, the alibi, would also counter by using Mr. Imp as an alibi, each claiming they were alone and had nothing whatsoever to do with Mona should she, by some happenstance, suddenly decide to squeal on them.
The alibi was Elmo, the dog-faced dwarf. Elmo's dog face was more make-up than anything else. His twitching black nose was a vegetable die that washed off. He had filed his own teeth, and his large eyes had that soulful look of a Basset hound. However, that he was a dwarf was an actual fact. He was about five inches taller than Mr. Imp, but where the midget was perfectly in proportion, with head, hands, and feet matching the trunk of his body, Elmo was misshapen. Elmo had a normal-sized head, normal, that is, for a man six feet tall. He was slightly hunch-backed, but otherwise the trunk of his body also belonged to a man six feet in height. His hands and feet were as large as those of a six-foot man, but his arms and legs had been stunted. When he walked he seemingly limped, rotating from one foot to the other because he had large hips attached to small-boned thighs and knees and calves.
Elmo was more than willing to take his turn with Mr. Imp at Mona. Where Mr. Imp, for all his shortness, was still in proportion, he, Elmo, was misshapen, and felt uglier than he was, and as a result had almost no contact with females at all, save for Dolly, who was so anxious to take on cocks, she was willing to fuck any male. She wou Id have even put out for Mr. Imp, but the midget also had his prejudices, and he didn't care for fat ladies.
That morning, Mrs. Imp had gone to the nearby town to the hair dresser's, to have her hair done in a new style. The rest of the circus people were up, doing their things; rehearsing their acts, trying out new things, seeing to the animals, doing whatever other jobs they were assigned to keep the circus rolling smoothly. Many people had multiple jobs. It was necessary in order for the circus to survive.
Mr. Imp and Elmo were alone in the railroad car, and they walked to the rear and knocked on the compartment door where Mona stayed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sight of Elmo always made Mona uneasy. Right from the time he had first taken her hand, she had always been wary of the dwarf. The gleam in his eyes was even stronger than it was in the eyes of the other men, and as a result, Mona knew what the dwarf wanted before she had been aware of what the other freaks would do to her. She had initially chalked it up to her imagination, since she had just come from a near-rape at the time, and she was certain that she was imagining things. But she wasn't imagining anything this morning, when the dwarf and the midget jauntily came into her cabin with broad smiles on their faces, shutting the door behind them.
As it was, she had just stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around her, thinking she might be able to dress, blend in with the workers, and somehow get away when the knock at her compartment door came. Now she knew she was in for another rough session, and in spite of the height of the two males, there was nothing ludicrous or laughable about all this.
"You know what we want," Elmo said to her, and suddenly whipped the towel away from her naked body.
He looked different without his make-up, less canine, but still ugly. His sharp teeth terrified her.
"Why are you all doing this to me?" she gasped. "I said a few words, that was all. I didn't do anything to physically hurt any of you. I don't deserve this."
"Mona," Mr. Imp smiled. "You're becoming one of us whether you like it or not. The hair on your arms, legs, and belly might be fine and silken, but it's there. You also have hair starting to grow on your rib cage, and unless I'm mistaken, you have the beginnings of facial hair."
"I'm not going to be a bearded lady," Mona insisted.
"Heck no!" Mr. Imp laughed, his voice sounding so much like that of a little boy since even his vocal cords were small. "A bearded lady is hairless everywhere but on her face. Face it! You're one of us, and this gives us the right to fuck you."
"You're going to hurt me," she whimpered as the two short men proceeded to methodically undress.
There was nothing humorous about their nakedness. In spite of his worries that he was tiny, Mr. Imp had a good-sized penis for a man his height. It might not have equaled that of Sy Reskin, but it was both, long enough and thick enough to please any but the loosest whore.
Elmo, on the other hand, had a cock somewhere in length between that of Charlie, the Gorilla-man, and Jerome, the Strongman. For his height, he was immense.
"I don't think we should risk knocking her up," Mr. Imp said to the dwarf." We don't want anyone asking questions nine months from now about how the kid might look like you or me."
"You're right," Elmo nodded. "But if she gives us a hard time, I'll dip my wick anyway. I don't want a fight."
Mona stared at the dwarf, at his grotesqueness, and horrible as he looked, she knew she would have to acquiesce to whatever he wanted or else probably be hurt. He had a barrel chest, but a flat belly. What was more, he was very hairy, hairier than she.
"C'mere," Elmo snorted, sitting on the small unmade bed.
His erection stood up between his thighs looking like something colossal because of his height. It was long, it was thick, though neither as long nor as thick as that of Jerome, the Strongman, But it was the one thing about the dwarf that was not grotesque. It was perfectly shaped, from its bullet head to its thick base. It was all red, looking like a blunt-nosed rocket ready to be launched. He had an almost atrophied pair of balls, which perhaps explained why his arms and his legs hadn't developed.
"Use your mouth and work on this," the dwarf ordered.
Mona fell on her knees, staring at the throbbing phallus before her. This early in the morning she didn't feel the arousal she had known the previous evening when Jerome had fucked her, yet the moment she concentrated on the thick length of penis in front of her, something unexplainable began taking place inside her. Was she perverted? Her mind filled itself with the memory of Sy Reskin's cock, and instead of being horrified, she smiled and licked her lips. Her mind had suddenly become attuned to sucking, and sucking this way, with herself in control, was even better. Though Sy Reskin had tried strangling her with his cock-which thankfully had not been long enough-she had liked the feel of it in her mouth, and instead of being nauseated when he had pumped his white goo down her gullet, she had actually enjoyed the taste of it in spite of her dislike for the man.
The simple truth was, she enjoyed fellation-cocksucking. Not only that, but she knew if they let her, she would suck the cocks of both men. She would do whatever they wanted, and the realization hit her that she would do it not merely because they wanted it, but because she wanted it. Oh, she was still afraid of the freaks, make no mistake about that. But it wasn't fear that had her on her knees, hungrily eyeing the red lighthouse of flesh standing upright in front of her eyes, a sort of crimson Washington Monument.
When the midget, standing behind her kneeling form, leaned forward and began kissing her spine, it wasn't fright that made her shudder. She had become addicted to cock, totally addicted. It was an addiction that would never leave her system, no matter how much she scolded herself when alone, or cried because of what her nurse had told her when she had been young.
Her chin was resting on the dwarfs knees, now. Bending her head, she began kissing his thighs. Un-like Charlie, this one kept himself nice and clean. The heat of his swollen member was radiating toward her, drawing her face closer. God, yes! She had to have that pulsing swell in her mouth. She had to taste it and drain it of the heavy liquid manufactured in his prostate.
Her tongue was slippery with saliva as she anticipated swallowing the pulsing organ. She already felt Elmo's hand caressing the nape of her neck in anticipation of what was to come. He damn well knew she would do as he ordered, and she was more than willing to go along. She leaned forward, her tongue extended, and she locked the bright-red knob of the cock, then pulled back, as if trying to placate her bothersome conscience, the voice that kept warning her.
Instantly Elmo's strong, thick fingers tightened themselves on the back of her neck and returned her face to his prick. Now she was able to rationalize that she was being forced to do this, she had every intention of whole-heartedly sucking, for she was fully aware of just how much she was going to love doing this. Elmo pulled her attractive face right up against his solid staff, pressing the bulbous head to her clamped-together lips. It rubbed, and she felt the spongy knob as it leaked its colorless, odorless, tasteless fluid.
Little by little, the pressure of the penile head pushing against her soft, feminine lips, forced her to open her mouth, as she knew it would. Little by little she began accepting the solid thickness of the blunt-tipped member into the wet warmth of her mouth, licking it with her tongue while impressing a circle of sensation around it with her lips.
Where Sy Reskin's cock had tasted somewhat meaty and pungent, this cock had a taste of sweetness to it, sort of like honey beef. She had to admit she liked the taste even more than she expected. Even more, she liked the round smoothness of it, and all the while Mr. Imp's tongue continued wiggling its way up and down her spine, making her tingle. Having just come from the shower, and having used a deodorant soap, she was as tasty a human as any man might hope to find, and the midget was enjoying the flavor of her.
There was nothing bland or tasteless about the cock Mona was taking into her mouth. Granted it was a long way from having the pungency of Sy Reskin's cock, but that was because the dwarf was fastidious about cleanliness, probably more so than she. Mona had taken to showering every day only since being with the freak show. At home, she would shower three times a week, claiming her using the swimming pool all the time made up for the other showers. But here, in the compartment, or out among the people and the animals, all of whom perspired one way or the other prodigiously, forced into physical relations with some of the people, Mona found it imperative to shower at least twice a day. Even now she was perspiring.
God! The cock in her mouth was delicious, as delicious as the dwarf was hideous and deformed. It was like a solid tube of hard rubber, yes, probably like a dildo. She knew all about dildos even if she, herself, had never had any real sexual involvement before finding her way to the freak show. It firmly pressed against her tongue, working its way toward the rear, sliding on the tongue as if the tongue were a platform. As a result, her cheeks bloated and hallowed alternately as she sucked and swallowed, not wanting to gag on her own saliva. Her head moved farther along, swallowing more of the meaty organ until she felt the rubbery head press against the back of her throat, the opening to her gullet. Sy's cock had been too short to fit into her throat, but this one would reach, and though she didn't understand why, Mona wanted to know what it felt like to have this puff adder of a penis strangling her. She took a deep breath, then forced her throat muscles to relax, taking the power-driven organ right into her gullet. Then she clamped her throat muscles around it, squeezing tightly, driving Elmo into a frenzy. My God! he thought.
He had been blown by experts, including Dolly who sucked like a leech, but none of them had been this good, none of them at all. How was it possible that such a spoiled, rich, nasty female, who, by her own admission had never indulged sexually with anyone until she had come to them, was so fantastic when it came to cocksucking? She hungrily continued to suck more and more of his meaty organ that much deeper into her narrow throat. Her head hadn't bobbed once, moving only in one direction; down. He felt the pressure of her tight esophagus all but squeeze his corona as it wedged itself that much deeper into the restriction of her throat, and still she didn't stop. Down she went, down, down, down, going ever farther, not stopping until her lips were being brushed by the hairs of his pelvis. Even then, she kept moving her head lower until her lips were finally planting strong kisses on his hairy pubic mound.
Elmo heard all kinds of sirens wailing in his ears as burning lava started rumbling in his testicles, working itself into enough of a fury to bubble into his prostate, and from there straight up the urethral tube, out the tip, into her waiting gullet. But the oil within had not yet boiled enough, and when the spoiled rich girl's lips touched bottom and then began retreating, rising, lifting, moving in the opposite direction, almost unwillingly releasing his penile point as her lips slid backward along the hot fleslipole of throbbing cock, Elmo shuddered violently, now totally out of control. Never, but never before in his entire life, had he experienced a mouth as delightful as this one. The woman had commented to Jerome last night about her being a sexual succubus. Jerome had mentioned it to the others when they were alone and they'd all had a good laugh. But now Elmo was beginning to wonder just how funny it was. He was in an exquisite agony he wouldn't trade to live in paradise, itself.
Bringing her mouth all the way back, the brown-haired woman let her tongue flutter very lightly around the tasty, meaty portion of the heavy red bulb, drinking the seeping liquid as it came oozing forth from the sightless eye. Then she let her tongue press against the underside and lick up and down, slurping in the transparent juices each time her lips reached the tip.
Her pulses trip-hammered violently all over her shuddering body, keeping time with the maddening thud of her beating heart. The tight clutch of Elmo's fingers on her nape made the shuddering Mona tingle with lust. It was one thing to be forced to suck a cock. It was yet another thing to enjoy sucking a cock. But Mona was enjoying both, being forced, and the actual sucking, itself.
I'm a cocksucker, Mona thought gleefully to herself, no longer trying to make excuses for herself. I'm a cocksucker, and not only do I like it, but I enjoy listening to the multitudes of sounds made by the man whose cock I'm sucking. He loves it even more than I, if such a thing is possible. His big, thick dribbling cock is almost ready to let go of its spurting contents, and I want it all. I can feel the way its throbbing. Yes, I'm a cocksucker, and I'm glad I'm a cocksucker, because there's nothing in the world more wonderful.
At that moment in time there was nothing in her thoughts about the man before her being deformed.
She no longer thought in terms of freaks and ordinary people.
Mr. Imp's tongue, washing up and down Mona's spine, had dipped a little lower each time he moved down. Now the midget was bending a little, letting his licking tongue ride into her asscrack, and she was thrusting her hips forward and back, matching the midget's rapidly thrusting oral digit.
Elmo's hips were moving in rhythm with her own, pumping up and down and back and forth as her lips remained ovaled around his flesh-tube. His loin lunges forced the full weight of his heavy cock into the farthest depths of Mona's gullet, and each time, her throat opened wide to gratefully receive the heavy, meaty head.
Her throat and lips were applying strong pressure as she crushed the warm circle of her tantalizing mouth ever tighter around the obtruding pole of masculine flesh. As she sucked, her hand snaked between his thighs, and she wrapped her fingers around his scrotum, lightly squeezing it. The testicles felt so small in her hands, but Mona didn't care. She liked the fact that she was able to wrap her entire hand around them and squeeze. The sac was less wrinkled than any belonging to the men who had used her to date, but it was a lot hairier. She was aware of the weight of the two testicles, small as they were filling the leather-like bag. They were young and firm in spite of being like dried-up peas, and when she squeezed, she was able to sense him shuddering. She knew she wasn't hurting him, though she had him in her power at the moment. Not that she dared exercise that power. The other freaks would come charging in and destroy her.
He continued to gasp in spite of her certainty there was no pain. She used her other hand to apply pressure as well, while her mouth continued pistoning up and down on the heavy penile ramrod. She was doing her best to orally milk his penis of the creamy fluid it would shortly release. Mona occasionally gulped, drinking down a mixture of her own saliva and his lubricant.
The stiff poker in her mouth began getting harder, thicker, tighter. She remembered the sensation before, recalling how Sy Reskin's hard cock had finally let flow a river of heavy white semen, semen which he had forced her to swallow, and for which she had cultivated a taste. Elmo was grunting, sounding like a hound in heat, and he was there, on the verge, about to spill his sperm.
Elmo was unable to control himself. Usually he took much longer to come, but her mouth was something else. He had no control whatsoever over what was happening now.
"AAA AAIIIIIEEEEE YYYYGG GGGGAA AAA-ANN NNNGGG GGGHHH HHAAAA AARRRR RGGGGG HHHHAA AAANNN NNGGGG GHH-HHH HUUUUN NNNNNG GGGGHH HHHHAA AAGGGG GGHHHH HHUUUH HHH!" he bellowed as he came.
He unleashed a blast of seminal fluid to flood the delta of the Mississippi. More and more liquid came blasting from his stiff penis, the hot cream firing into Mona's throat where she greedily-gulped it down, letting the warmth puddle in her eager belly. She drank as if the cock were the Fountain of Youth. Great gobs of continuous fluid poured into her, filling her with all kinds of seething heat.
The flood filling her gullet, as well as the pressure of the thick cock in her throat, was all Mona needed to set her off. Now it was her turn to gargle out, "GGGGG LLLLL UUUUUU RRRRRR CCCC HHHHH LLL-LLL AA AAA UUUU WWWWWWW AAAAA GGGG LLLLLL PHHHHHH WWWWW AAAA CCCCCC HHHHHH LLL GGGGG HHHHHH!"
When her mouth finally released the organ, it shrank, and the dwarf was grateful. God! The woman was a leech, a vampire, only her sustenance wasn't blood, it was sperm.
Mona had sucked so diligently, there wasn't a drop of seminal fluid left for her to lick from the man's groin. Nor was there any on her face, and as she lifted her mouth, she realized this was only the beginning. There was more to come. She prickled with delight, unaware lint was starting to grow on her cheeks. She smiled, thinking it was Mr. Imp's turn.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well," she said to Mr. Imp, turning to face him, still squatting. "Which way would you like it?"
"I have a small cock," he told her. "I'm not kidding anyone. If I stick it in your cunt, tight as you are in there, it might not be good enough for either of us. I want to fuck your ass."
"My God!" Mona murmured, not exactly thrilled by the idea, and yet not exactly turned off, either, since everything she had done so far was pleasurable. "You people are really perverted."
"Us people?" Mr. Imp asked. "Do you mean freaks, midgets, or circus people in general?"
"I'm not sure anymore," she replied, truthfully.
"Yeah, well my wife isn't going to stay away forever, so let's get this over with. Get on your knees on the bed."
This was relatively easy for her to do, because Elmo had gotten off the bed.
"I dig," she nodded, kneeling, with her buttocks facing the midget.
"No," he told her, smiling. "I'm the one who's about to dig." He positioned himself behind the luscious globes of her white ass, noting how firm her cheeks were.
His skinny cock telescoped out as far as possible from beneath his tiny matted pelvis, for he had lots of hair on his groin. He aimed it, correcting it, thinking about the romance his cock was going to enjoy with the tantalizing rictus of Mona's sphincter. He pointed his skinny little probe between the white planetoids of her ass, running the head up and down, dipping it against her cunt, picking up juices and soaking his cock-head in them so that it was covered with oil.
Mona was impatient. She had been fucked in her cunt and in her mouth, and now she was curious to discover how it would feel to take a penis in her ass. Fortunately this one was a tiny penis, and though she was aware she would feel some discomfort, she was certain she would be able to handle it. As he stroked his cock-head against her now-oil-drenched sphincter, she gently pushed backward, readying herself for the actual penetration.
Soon Mona found herself moving rhythmically, punching her buttocks backward again and again, the head of the penis poking into her anal opening, widening it little by little, the elastic doughnut-like entryway becoming used to the tiny poker. Mr. Imp felt the tempting opening almost swallow around his solid little penis, and for a moment he was afraid even her asshole might be too wide for him. But then he pulled back, looking down, seeing no matter how much oil his cock deposited on her anus, it wasn't quite enough. Even though the sphincter was opening, able to take the cock, he was certain that her internal tunnel, unused to a cock, would resist, and he had to make certain that was well-oiled, too.
Reaching down, he poked his fingers between her thighs and rubbed, feeling the delightful smear cf her feminine oils bubble out as it poured from the aching vestibule of her cunt and coated his digits. At the same time he lowered his face to Mona's butt. He had licked into her ass-crevice before, but now he intended lubing her asshole.
At the moment, his small mouth gaped wide, then he sank his teeth into her left ass-cheek, enjoying that padded thrill as his two fingers took balm from her sodden cunt and pressed against her willing asshole. He followed up with his tongue, licking madly, adding to the oil, then moved his fingers in and out of her rectum. She was definitely tight inside. Once content he was able to slide his fingers in and out of her gripping ass with almost no resistance, he eased his heavy little prong to the entrance of her ass. Firmly, gently, he eased his fire pole against the star of her anus and rotated it, slowly but surely working it in. He pushed harder, and Mona gasped.
The penis, small and slender as it was, was still thicker than anything her asshole had ever taken before, and Mona felt a bit of pain in the beginning. But right from the start she also felt a series of thrills, and she clamped her mouth shut, refusing to cry out as he worked his cock deeper and deeper. Soon, he had half of it inside her tight asshole.
Gripping her hips with his smallish hands, Mr. Imp steadied himself, then tugged back the littlest bit for leverage, and finally snapped his hips forward with all the strength in his small body. Mona froze as the pain filled her rectum, and she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. God! It wasn't until the small man had rammed it all the way inside that she was aware of how much thicker it felt than it looked.
The inflexible rod began sliding in and out, in and out, moving as if to an insane bongo beat. The midget drilled the throbbing rod deeper and deeper into her milking rectum, making her writhe and wriggle so much, she almost bounced him right out of her tight center as he struggled to keep the pistoning prong buried in its temporary new home.
Now Mr. Imp began pounding into her body more savagely, with greater urgency, jamming his truncheon into her and tugging out with feverish haste. His fingers sank into the smooth flesh of her hips, squeezing them that much harder. The tightly heated clutching smoothness of her anal interior brought the midget to new heights of thrilled arousal. This was really the first ass he had ever fucked. His wife didn't relish the idea of being corn-holed, and he had never had the nerve to suggest it to anyone else. Besides, until now, he had always been faithful to his wife. He probably would have remained faithful to her in spite of her being fucked by Sy Reskin had he not been forced to witness the fucking, seeing the way she sighed and shrieked out her own orgasm as he fucked her. Shit! This would be his one indiscretion . . . maybe! Jesus! But her asshole was tighter than his wife's tiny cunt or her mouth.
Mona began feeling the tingling pressure as the cock touched hidden stars of sensation in her rectum. She was beginning to like it much the way she had learned to like all the other modes of fucking. Soon she loved every last moment of the way the greased pile-driver moved in and out of her. Every second seemed like an eternity of utter pleasure, and she knew without having to be told that it was possible for her to reach an anal orgasm as well as a vaginal and oral one.
Her superb white ass-cheeks had become a blur of magnificent motion as it twisted, gyrated, and slammed back hard against the tiny man. She reveled in the feeling of his unbending cock as it plumbed the depths of her throbbing asshole.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, losing all control over herself as she slammed her rectum back along the length of his flaming penile shaft.
The hot pole kept running in and out, in and out, in and out, and the anxious brunette was sighing, shoving her face into a pillow the dwarf had thought to move under her as her body trembled with more and more desire. She felt as if she were in the maddest heaven there was.
Then the feeling for which she had been waiting began to build, swelling more with every stroke. It continued to enlarge, crawling through her extremities on spiker's legs, reaching out to all of her. Heat built on heat within her, and then turned to a flaming pyre of the purest raw sensation. She came, squeezing her ass-cheeks tightly together as hard as she was able, all but crushing the thick little cock pounding its way in and out.
"HHHHH AAAAA HHHH YYYYYY EEEEEE AAAA GGGGG HHHHH UUUUUU NNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAAA WWWWW AAA RRRRRR GGGGG HHHH UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHHH AAA GGGG HHHHHH!" she shrieked, the orgasm even more powerful than the oral climax she had enjoyed not too long before. Her ass bucked every which way, and the tightness was too much for Mr. Imp who fought to keep her ass steady. Not only that, but he had to keep her ass up, because she was struggling to lie flat on the bed.
Then he was there, his own climax erupting insanely inside her as he felt like a bull elephant erupting lasciviously into her rectum. He had the good sense to climax quietly as he fired load after load of sperm into her hot passageway, flooding her colon.
After, they all washed up. The men dressed and left while Mona simply lay down and relaxed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The weirdest thing was happening to Mona. Aside from the physical changes taking place in her body, emotional changes were also occurring. She was frightened, and the reason she was frightened was the oddest feeling of peace of mind she had not had since she had been a little girl and her father had been alive. Here, with no money, being raped constantly, seeing herself undergoing a physical metamorphosis little by little, she felt more secure than she had ever felt at home with all her money and servants.
Her mirror showed her the physical changes continuing to take place. Her facial hair was still short, little more than stubble, but it was definitely there. But the worst part of it was that the hair wasn't merely growing where a man's beard and mustache might normally grow. It was growing on her upper cheeks and her forehead. She was becoming hirsute all over. Her feet were also covered with the lightest lint, and when she had soaped her buttocks after her to-do with the two undersized men, she had found hair starting to sprout in her asscrack. Soon it would spread to her ass-cheeks. As it was, her upper thighs and her calves were already dotted with the light fuzz.
She spent the entire afternoon shaving, removing all the hair, hoping and praying to see a dermatologist and have the hair follicles under her skin permanently removed. Dear God! She was indeed becoming a freak by injection. The constant freak penises probing into her orifices were the cause of this change, stirring up her emotions and her glands. In spite of the secure feeling she felt when with these people, she had to get away. Her home, her money, they were all back there in Iowa, and that was where she had to go.
Her clothes were fairly tattered by now, having been run through the washing machine again and again. She had borrowed undies from Magda, though Magda was somewhat smaller than she. Her own dress was so frayed, that although it was safe for her to walk around the fair grounds, she knew better than to try and get away looking as she did. She had already been hounded by more than one deputy sheriff, watching to see if she was a pickpocket.
What surprised Mona most was the fact that no one insisted she do any kind of work at all while being kept there. The freaks had other jobs, such as feeding, watering, and washing some of the animals. It saved the circus owner money, enough money so he was able to keep the circus running.
She began eating with them now in the mess tent, and with each passing day, discovered herself sharing conversations with one or another of them. Nothing intimate, just light banter. But it was enough of an icebreaker so that she was soon on a first-name basis with all of them. She was more like their guest than their victim.
During the five days that she had her period she was left alone, and by that time the entire carnival and circus had moved from Nebraska to Wyoming. She was going farther and farther from home.
Every morning, when she got up, she checked herself carefully in the mirror, and wherever she saw stubble, she shaved. In fact, she even shaved some pubic hair, leaving only the tiniest fringe around the sensitive labia of her cunt, not daring to go down there with a razor. Mona had been surprised that they were willing to let her shave, even supplying her with the razor. She soon found the freaks to be far more real as people than any other people she had ever known.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Her period had been over one day when there came that expected knock at the door of her compartment. She was itching to be fucked, aching to have a cock fill her in any of three places. She was therefore surprised when she found herself facing Dolly, the fat lady.
"Hi," Dolly greeted in her high-pitched voice.
"Hi," she smiled back. "What are you doing here?"
"Same thing as the men," Dolly told her, "but not here."
"What?" Mona asked, as Dolly grabbed her hand and pulled her through the railroad car to the next car, where she had her own private room, a compartment three times longer and wider then the normal compartment. It had to be, because it had a huge bed in it.
Dolly didn't give Mona a chance to understand anything. Rather, she said, "If the men can have a good time with you, there's no reason why you and I can't have a good time together." Then she was hastily undressing Mona, pulling off the tattered remnants of her skirt and blouse. Dolly's pudgy fingers hurriedly slid Mona's undies off, as well, and Mona, startled more than afraid by all this, leaped onto the bed and slid beneath the sheets, covering her nakedness.
Dolly giggled, and Mona heard herself actually whimper as the fat lady sat on the edge of the bed, laying her hand on the sheet covering Mona's rib cage, tugging on the sheet until Mona's breasts suddenly popped out. Then Dolly's hand moved upward and touched the softness of the lovely girl's naked breast.
"Stop this, Dolly," Mona gasped, finally catching her breath. "You know something like this isn't right. Look, you help me get away from here, and I'll make you rich so you never have to work for the rest of your life. You get me home, and I'll feed you everything.. . the tastiest foods, the best young men.. .everything."
"I want more," Dolly told her. "I want everything . . . but I know I can't have everything. The circus is where I belong, and here is where I'll stay. But there is one thing I can have, and I'm going to have it, right now. I want you, Mona Kase. I want you to suck my cunt the way you sucked on Elmo's cock. Oh yes, I know all about that. Elmo tells me everything. He's one of my lovers. But Elmo and the others aren't enough. I want you."
"My God!" Mona gasped, looking at the great rolls of fat shaking under the white dress of the heavy lady. Yet the phrase was more of a giving vent to her own mounting passions rather than an expression of shock at what the fat lady was saying.
Except for that first day in the compartment, she had never known the intimate touch of another female, and now, as Dolly touched her, she remembered, feeling the warmth it generated in the depths of her own naked body. She sensed the uncontrollable hot seepage she was already beginning to secrete, the oil oozing from between her flushed pussylips, moistening her soft, inner thighs, thighs she had once again been forced to shave earlier that morning. She also felt warming sensations at the base of her belly brought on by the lovely fat woman's knowing hand, for Dolly, fat as she was, had a cherubic face of great beauty.
"This isn't right," Mona insisted. "Dolly, I don't like this. It's not my thing.. . I don't swing that way. . . . "
"Nothing was your thing when you first came here," Dolly reminded her. "Thanks to us, you fuck, you suck, you take cocks in all three holes, and you love it. You loved it when I licked your cunt.. . don't deny it. You love sucking cock, and what's more, by the time we're finished, you're going to learn to love eating pussy, just as I do."
Mona stared in disbelief at the human zeppelin seated on the edge of the wide, reinforced bed. She was completely incapable of understanding the sensations of arousal charging through her, feeling more at a loss for words now than ever before. Not only that, but her head was rolling back and forth on the pillow beneath.
"Relax, honey," Dolly giggled. "You're going to love it all, every last little bit of it."
The fat lady stood, and with practiced ease pulled off the white dress she was wearing. Then she stepped out of the huge bloomers she had on while unhooking the gigantic brassiere she wore. Each cup was large enough to hold a witch's cauldron, and when she took everything off, Mona lay there, completely stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. There was
Dolly looking more like the Michelin Man than anything she had ever seen. The woman was one layer and roll of fat on top of another. The massive breasts that dangled almost down to her waist were like twin planets, so immense as to defy description. Each was tipped with a pink nipple as thick as the head of a man's penis, and each nipple was surrounded by a circle of pink that measured six inches in diameter. Between her thighs was a bush of light-brown hair, attesting to her being a bleached blonde. Yet she smelled of baby powder and delicate cologne scents.
Dolly lifted the sheet and allowed herself to stare at Mona's perfect nakedness. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and slid a great hippo hamhock of a thigh under the sheet, drawing Mona to her, and clasping her body tightly against that of the younger girl.
Mona gasped at the initial contact, feeling as if she was being swallowed alive by the Blob, a creature in a science-fiction movie that absorbed people into itself. She shuddered as she felt the huge, meaty hands caressing her helpless body, and without thinking, lecherously let herself be drawn against the sweating fat woman, pressing her tremulous curves against those of the bloated lady. She strained Her head forward, pushing herself against the gigantic mounds of Dolly's breasts, feeling herself trapped and enfolded by them as Dolly leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips met like those of lovers, timidly in the beginning, each feeling the quivering, warm imprint of the other, and then the kisses grew more fervent.
"Unh . . . yesssssss . . . that'ssssss . . . iiiitttttt.. . the fat lady hissed, breathing heavily into the face of the more slender girl, letting the scent of mouthwash flow over Mona.
Mona found herself totally swept up by all this erotic salacity as she forced her pink tongue to reach into the mouth of the fat woman lying beneath her. At the same time, one of her hands tried covering the mountainous left breast of the other woman, and Mona was astonished to discover she liked touching another woman's breast. She started pinching and teasing the bloated penis-like nipple, and it swelled into a marshmallow of rubber. Her other hand managed to reach down around the flank of Dolly's body, and she filled her hand with some of the woman's buttock, squeezing it.
Dolly moaned behind closed eyes. She hadn't expected acceptance this quickly. This was an unexpected delight. She sensed Mona's long and slender fingers flitting up her rib cage, once again reaching for, finally catching a nipple, rolling and taunting it in a tenderly delightful caress that only a woman was capable of understanding.
The fat lady felt her entire infused self quiver at the lascivity of this forbidden kind of lovemaking. Her brain reeled with mounting desire, and she knew, if she had wanted to do something straight instead of kinky, she would never have been able to change her mind. She was unable to resist the lecherous advances she had unleashed in the younger female.
Mona's enthusiastic fingers crept over the mountainous rolls of the fat lady like little centipedes as Mona slid off the fat woman while Dolly remained lying on her back. Her mountainous breasts rose and fell with every panting gasp, and Dolly opened her eyes to see the sexy young woman's tantalizing mouth engulfing her nipple as if it were a penile glans. Her lips pressed themselves against the rich pinkness of the areola as her tongue swirled around the nipple repeatedly, sucking on it as if it were indeed a cockhead. Her flicking tongue sent searing messages of lust through Dolly's shuddering body, thrills radiating outward along the nerve-endings of her naked flesh to her sensitive brain.
Panting heavily, Mona sucked and tongued the thick knob of flesh and then allowed her tongue to wash its way over the entire mound. She washed down one breast, then the other, and felt thrilled at the taste of so much breast-flesh. At the same time she raised her hot, tremulous thigh again and once more slid on top of the fat woman, allowing her all-but-naked cunt to rub against the crisp pubic hairs between Dolly's thighs, lying between the Herculean pillars, pressing against the arched slash with her own vaginal cut. She lay on the domed mound of flesh that was Dolly's belly, her own slender body arching to fit against it as Dolly raised her head, and once more their mouths met. Dolly's tongue slithered into her mouth, and she responded by kissing Dolly in a like manner. The fat woman was whimpering, humping up and down on the braced bed, aching to feel more.
Christ! Mona was barely able to believe the intense flames being generated through her body by her coming into contact with another female; especially this particular female who was so gross. If Dolly had been a fat man, Mona would have had nothing whatsoever to do with him in any way, shape or manner. But Dolly was a woman, and a delightful, delectable woman at that. She wished at this moment that she had a penis in order to take total possession of this lovely fat lady. Her churning belly and heatedly flushed loins seethed with mounting desire. Suddenly she felt the fat woman's damp tongue worm all the more heatedly into her mouth and she hungrily sucked on it while the older woman's bloated hands trailed over her sensuously fired body, teasing her with fascinating little touches. The fingers brushed like thick feathers over her own quivering breasts, her sides, and the tingling hollows of her back. Their bodies were once again locked together, Mona on top of Dolly as the fat woman's caressing hands reached between the ovoids of Mona's buttocks. Mona's breath quickened when she felt the mounds of her ass yield to the fat woman's touch, the cheeks pressed apart and a finger intoxicatingly stroking at the tiny pucker of her anus, making her think of the day she had been ass-fucked.
"I'm going to try and do it," she said to Dolly, and both women knew what Mona meant without the younger girl having to elaborate.
She teasingly slid a finger downward into the smooth, moist feminine cleft between the gigantic buttocks and she began caressing the pursed mouth that was Dolly's anus, noting that it was one of the few parts of the fat lady's body that didn't enlarge along with the rest of her.
"Ummmmm . . . that feels good," Dolly encouraged. "You're driving me wild. I never knew anything in the world felt this good.
"Will you do it to me after I've done it to you?" Mona asked.
"Of course," Dolly assured her, and Mona began sliding down the passion-infused mountain that was Dolly's belly, her face headed for that most secret of all places.
Dolly grabbed the whole bunch of pillows on her bed and stacked them one under the other in order to raise her head so she would be able to watch what was happening as Mona nestled her face in the hot hollow between the fat woman's receptively spread thighs. Wild, tingling erotic thrills rippled through her jelly belly as she felt the burning, ardent kisses running along the hot flesh of her inner thighs, first the left, then the right. Tantalizing puffs of breath brushed at her smooth, sensitive rolls of skin, and then came that magic; that wet contact of the dark-haired girl's tantalizing tongue hotly probing into a pink gully that had been invaded by countless cocks and other tongues. It moved in experimentally, simply licking in long, grazing strokes that little by little became more and more bold.
Mona didn't know why, but she was getting the biggest kick in the world out of all this. She was discovering the pleasure of giving as well as receiving, learning how much fun it was to do as it was to be done to. Her tongue moved between the thick folds of outer labia to the pink ribbon of delicious and delightful inner cuntlips, licking in a long, grazing stroke that became more and more bold. The tongue moved from the bottom of the curlicued pink ribbon of wet flesh right to the top, touching the little clitoral button, sliding over the hot vaginal hole without entering it. As a result she caused the gasping fat lady to jerk and twitch as she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her bulk in order to give Mona easier access to her cunt as oil continued dripping from the ragged edges of the pink lips.
Dolly already sensed the tiny, hardened bud of her pink, pearl-shaped clitoris peeking out from its hooded little frenum the moment she felt the first spasmodic stab of the erotic tongue of the loving girl. Sensation poured madly through her shuddering, ponderous form as the lapping, lovingly wet tongue knowingly grazed against it, making it vibrate like a tuning fork. Mona knew all about her own clitoris, and therefore knew full well what touching Dolly's would do for the overweight lady. Dolly gasped with a hissing sound, lolling her head from side to side on the mound of pillows, while Mona, her lecherous drive all but consuming her, eased her tongue forward inside the raw, clinging, oyster-like flesh, drawing upward from the depths of the wet little vaginal mouth.. . up, up, up toward the tantalizing, palpitating bud of her tiny, quivering nerve plexus.
The overweight woman's thick throat folds began wobbling, as her adam's apple, under layers of fat, worked and strained. Dolly held her breath, then sharply exhaled because of the suddenly delicious and thrilling contact she was feeling. Then there came new and different delights, delights that were unbelievable.
Mona, whose seething cunt was alive with burning flame as fiery lashes of tantalizing lust increased her own inner lecherous desire, breathed deeply the cuntal essences oozing from the interior of the mountainous Dolly. like almost all fat women, Dolly, aware of her tendency to perspire heavily, kept herself excessively clean, internally as well as externally. As a result, only the purest sexual essences flowed from within her and filled the distended nostrils of the shuddering Mona. Her hungry, hot lips pressed closer and closer to the oozing split. Using her mouth, she parted the ravenously anxious cuntlips of the fat woman, reaching upward with both hands at the same time, over the high dome of her belly so she was able to grab the heaving mounds of her breasts.
Mona felt carnivorous in the new and passionate delight she was feeling, her mouth wide open, hot air being expelled, her seething tongue lashing and exploring the depths of the wet cunt before it-the first cunt she had ever probed, but definitely not the last.
She tongue-lashed the quivering little clitoris-once again one of the few things on the fat lady's body that hadn't enlarged with the rest of her, and then her tongue probed everywhere inside the seashell-pink center of the vagina, sodden with the flow of its own lubricating juices mingling with her own saliva. like a lizard, Mona's insanely poking tongue raced up and down in the clutching channel of the burning center, thrusting, straining, swirling, stroking, but always inevitably returned to the palpitating bud of the lady's clitoris.
Mona was gasping, sucking air in hot, tiny surges, never once breaking the lecherous contact her tongue had with the simmering center of Dolly's womanly interior. Even her nose was deeply immersed in what had become a pool of delegability, and she felt the steam rising from the searing depths of Dolly's cunt.
"Ohhhhh . . . it's . . . uhhhh . . . so beautiful. . . . " Dolly was crying, jamming Mona's face deeper and deeper into her seething pussy. She was totally overwhelmed with sensation, as unbelievable feelings raced through her, and she begged, "Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . don't ever stop. . . . "
Mona had the clitoris between her nibbling lips, pulling on it, washing it with the flat of her tongue, sending almost violent spasms of erotic pleasure swirling through her mountainous, jellied body. It was insane, maddening, unbelievable. Then Mona's long, slender tongue was smoothly sliding in and out of her seething love hole once again, wetly rotating at the clasping, nibbling mouth each time it slipped deeply inside.
In her frantic, twining, and wriggling beneath the maddening onslaught of Mona's mouth, Dolly had slowly but surely moved her ponderous bulk across the bed, and unable to restrain herself any longer, the fat lady whimpered, "Oh, God! Turn around . . . turn around . . . sixty-nine . . . I want to do it to you, too. . . . "
Mona didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat. Neither did her sucking mouth lose contact for even a moment with the tight sump of the older woman's seething vagina as she continually quickened her pace, manipulating her curvaceous nakedness on top of the Everest of flesh that was Dolly. She was unable to press her knees into the mattress on either side of Dolly because of the woman's ponderousness. Rather she simply lay there, her legs stretched wide, her body curving to conform with the rounded shape of the fat lady, her white buttocks shining with her own slick liquids standing up in the air, as she strained to push her cunt toward Dolly's face. Warm air from Dolly's mouth told her she was close, and heavy hands tugged her gentle thighs even wider apart, straining her tendons. Now the split was hovering directly over the fat lady's face.
The intoxicating sight of Mona's sparse, brown-haired genitals wetly hovering directly over her own anxious mouth had a momentary hypnotic effect on Dolly's lust-glazed mind. She stared hungrily at the tender interior of rich pinkness, looking much like the inside of a rare steak-no, more like a medium-rare steak, pink, hot, and definitely inviting.
Dolly licked out then, the enticing coral crevice with its delicate frame of brown hairs like a magnet to her as she drew her trembling tongue through the heated velvetiness of it. Her heavy hands reached up and gripped the tightly yielding ovals of Mona's ass, pulling her down closer, running her tongue through the center of her cunt again and again, tasting the flare from the searing liquid flesh. Eagerly, she began examining and exploring the other's tiny, erect clitoris-oddly a bit larger than her own-and Dolly stared into the burning wetness of the vaginal core, her eyes also seeing the tiny little opening that was the urethra, planted as it was between the clitoris and the vaginal cave. Staring made her own insane passion continue to mount. Her ponderous belly shook, and Mona thought she was feeling an earthquake.
Abruptly, she felt her huge, columnar stone pillars of legs being raised higher and tugged back even farther, pressed on by Mona's slender hands as Mona let her fingers wander down to the surfaces of her buttocks, two huge spheres that would have put the sun and the moon to shame. Then her maddening tongue trailed down from the center of Dolly's carnal feminine pit, across her perineum, reaching for, and finally finding the star of her asshole. She licked without thinking, and Dolly's body heaved up and down, making the fat lady aware of what was happening. Dolly responded in turn by reaching up with her own tongue, touching the anal pucker leading into Mona's rectum, and Mona felt as if a million shooting stars had gone off inside her.
Then the two tongues returned to the clitorises, and that seemed to be all that was needed to set both women off. Dolly clamped her fat thighs tightly around Mona's face, and fortunately for Mona, she had taken a deep breath of air at the last moment, because the thighs pressed around her countenance cut off her air supply, and she was unable to breathe. At the same time, Mona's tongue, pressing against the button of Dolly's clitoris, made Dolly shriek, "AAAAA YYY-YYY AAAA IIIIII YYYYYY EEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHHHH UUUUUUU NNN GGGGG HHHHHH
At the same moment, Mona felt her own orgasm take hold, and her own thighs, though unable to clamp Dolly's face between them, began tightening, and hot, flooding cunt-juice came shooting out of her, splashing into Dolly's face, washing it again and again, making her gurgle for she had not expected such a powerful reaction. She had never before known a woman so overpoweringly strong that she actually fired lubricant at the moment of her orgasm.
"If anyone had ever told me Td enjoy something like this, I would have thought them totally insane," Mona gasped.
"There's a whole world of things waiting to be learned," Dolly told her. "You'll have a better chance to learn them than I. This show is fertile ground for learning anything."
"Well, if you're going to stay with the show, you'll learn a lot, yet," Mona smiled.
"No," Dolly replied. "Not true. I'm twenty-eight years old, and the way I'm eating, I'll be lucky to reach twenty-nine. You, on the other hand, are slender, strong, and lovely in spite of your being spoiled. Don't try running away, Mona. The worst can happen. You might succeed, and go back to your old way of life."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
There was no getting away from the fact that her entire body was sprouting hair, now. Mona knew she would be able to keep on shaving for just so long. After that, well.. . besides, she was able to shave in just so many places. Running a razor between her thighs hurt like hell. Hair was growing between her ass-cheeks as well as all over them, and there was no way she was able to shave there. It was no use. Unless she was able to see either a dermatologist or an electrolysist, she was doomed to be covered with hair the rest of her life. It was starting to sprout on her upper arms, in the in-sides of her elbows, and on her breasts. There was a ring of hair around each of her nipples, though her areolae remained one of the few parts of her body wherein there were no hair follicles. Hair was sprouting between her toes, though there was none on the soles of her feet.
Maybe if she left the hair alone for a while, it would simply fall out. Maybe it was only temporary.
She had to take really long showers now, and to do that she was no longer able to use the shower in her bathroom. She had to use one of the outside portable showers that was set up for the rest of the crew. She had to shower three times a day, because hair caught odors, odors that clung, and Mona hated the idea of smelling bad.
It was their last day in Wyoming, and Mona was hungry for sexual satisfaction. Jerome had been making it with Magda lately, and the dog-faced dwarf was off enchanting one of the female aerialists. Dolly was getting her jollies from Harry, the India Rubber man, and the mere thought of being fucked by Rick, the nearly eight foot giant, terrified her. From what Magda had told her, Rick and Harry had the two longest cocks in the carnival, if not the entire world. Magda had never measured them, but she was certain it was impossible to suck in the entire length of either cock in her mouth, and Magda was able to take Jerome's cock into her gullet and not leave a millimeter. So Rick was out. Magda had admitted never putting out for Harry or Rick.
Returning to the train, Mona went to her compartment and decided if no one else was going to satisfy her, she would satisfy herself. She undressed, and standing in the middle of the tiny compartment, her back to the door, she began rubbing her clitoris with her finger, making all kinds of "oohs" and ahhhs."
It was at that time that Rube, the Tattooed Man entered the train. He had his berth near the compartment door, and as a result, when he went there to change his shirt, he heard the sounds coming from the compartment. At first he thought one of the other men was screwing Mona, and he smiled.
Rube wasn't a tall man, but he was a solid man. He had a square face, a throaty voice, handsome features, and a solid build. He was covered with tattoos representing the different areas of the United States. He had Mount McKinley tattooed on his back, between his shoulder-blades, and the Florida Everglades tattooed on his right ankle with the Okefenokee Swamp on his left ankle. His right leg had the entire Florida peninsula tattooed on it, and he had California tattooed on his back just above his buttocks. The Grand Canyon was tattooed on his ass, but no one ever saw it, just as no one ever saw the Mississippi River tattooed on his cock. As had been noted earlier, in its flaccid state, all one was able to read on the cock were the miniscule letters Miss.
Listening carefully, Rube noted the sounds coming from the small compartment were being made by only one person. He decided to risk a peek.
Opening the compartment door, he peered in, and he saw the hairy buttocks of Mona waving wildly around as she fingered her cunt and jumped up and down insanely. When her head turned to the side for the moment, he saw her mouth hanging open slackly, attesting to the fact that she was totally lost to sexual abandon for the moment.
The Tattooed Man's eyes opened wide and began glowing with sheer lust as he viewed her naked breasts, looking more arousing than ever partly covered with hair, but with the pink areolae both bare. Her hairy thighs were still sleek, and the hair covering her was clean.
Quietly, he removed his own clothing, tossing everything into his own berth, his pulsating cock growing and standing out from his flat stomach as he peeled off his boxer shorts. The entire Mississippi was visible at this moment, and what was more, at the delta, where the head of his cock stood out, oil was already leaking.
He moved as stealthily as a cat, gripping his cock, shucking it back and forth, making certain it was as hard as it was going to get. His breath was coming in short, deep gasps.
Lord! Rube thought. There's a woman truly in need of some necessary copulation.
Rube was an intellectual, a scholar, self-taught, but no less brilliant. He had memorized the entire new Britannica Three. He watched her sink her fingers as far into her cunt as they would go.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As Rube watched, the beautiful female werewolf, for Mona did indeed look like a werewolf now, knelt on the edge of her cot, digging her fingers even more deeply into her cunt, her hairy buttocks bobbing in the air. Rube chuckled to himself, quietly opened the door more, left it open as he walked over to her and positioned himself behind Mona's gyrating hairy buttocks. In a single swift movement, the Tattooed Man wrapped an arm under Mona's belly, while, with his other hand, he tugged away her fingers as he ruthlessly pressed the thick, monstrous head of his cock against her hairy vaginal slit.
Mona cried out in surprise, totally unprepared for what was happening to her, though the sight of the tattooed arm told her immediately who was behind her.
She had been so lost in her own sensuality, she hadn't heard him come in. What was more, from what she had heard, he, too, had a cock she ought to fear.
The shaggy woman felt the hot-tipped shaft about to enter her vagina from the rear, and she tried to pull herself forward to escape the threatening thickness. But Rube had been anticipating this, and the arm around her belly tightened its hold on her as he kept her naked body securely in place before him.
"Rube, no . . . not like this . . . not without some kind of prepping, first," she pleaded. "I'm not ready.. . . "
"Bullshit!" he laughed out loud. "The way you've been fingering yourself, that hot cunt of yours is really ready for action. So you just hold still, because you're going to get the entire length of the Mississippi shoved into your delta."
"You're too long," she cried out. "You'll kill me," she insisted, feeling more helplessly trapped than ever before.
Her buttocks cringed forward, trying to draw away from the thickness of the rubbery cock-head which, merely from the feel of it, made Mona aware it was as broad as a doorknob. But Rube was there and matched her movement for movement, keeping the head of his penis touching her vaginal lips, intent on burying the entire length of his throbbing cock inside her. He dug his fingers into her belly, holding her firmly, almost cruelly, but not with any real pain.
"Reach back," he said in his mild voice. "Just reach back between your legs and put the penis into you," he insisted, releasing his jerking cock so he was able to hold onto her with both hands and keep her steadied.
"I can't!" Mona gasped. "It'll tear me apart!" She was pleading, her eyes wincing as she prepared herself for the onslaught she knew she would be unable to stem.
"You'll stretch and hold me," he said in a soft, but threatening voice. "If necessary, you'd stretch to contain two cocks like mine. Now put it in," he insisted, quiet menace in his voice, as he pressed her two hips with his hands to emphasize the fact that he had her under his control.
Mona knew he was capable of inflicting pain if he so chose, and she wasn't in the mood for additional pain. She was unable to stand it any longer, and in desperation, she reached behind her, between her thighs and closed her hand around his enormous penis. It was immense. It was, in fact, twice as thick as Jerome's penis, and Jerome's penis had been something to reckon with. She was certain this cock would split her wide open. Her finger felt the urethra throbbing in the underside, the penile head still expanding as she held it in tightly clasped fingers.
Then Rube's fingers clamped down tightly on her hips again, letting her know that even if he didn't intend hurting her, he was capable of it if she didn't follow his orders. She spread two fingers around the throbbing, bulbous head of the massive penis, tugging the outer lips of her wet pussy to the side in order to allow the throbbing tip of the weighty organ to lodge itself firmly in the little inlet leading into her vaginal canal. She clamped her teeth tightly together all but biting her lower lip as she forced herself to hold back tears that were brimming from her eyes as she felt him begin a slow prodding against the tight, wet rubbery lips of her seething cunt, parting the narrow, rubbery, restricting ring of flesh with his swollen phallus and forcing his way inside.
Then, very suddenly, the sexy female felt her up-thrust, hairy buttocks forced even wider apart as the throbbing length of the hard cock slowly made its way into the narrow center of her tightly, sweetly resisting vaginal passage, shoving the wetly sucking inner walls aside as he drove his bloated penile shaft straight in, making her think he was spiking himself directly into the depths of her shuddering belly.
"Haa aaauuu uunnnn nngggg gghhhhh!" the helpless Mona. cried out through her tightly clamped-together lips as she felt the virile male stinger powering into her sodden pussy from behind.
She gasped as she felt the massive breadth of it spread her interior as never before, almost as if she were being deflowered all over again. Then she felt his hot, hard belly smacking solidly and weightily against the trembling roundnesses of her fur-covered ass-cheeks from behind.
"There," Rube said in his calm voice. "You see," he laughed, clenching his teeth from the heated tightness surrounding his penis, buried as it was to the balls in her cunt. "Now let's see just how good you really are."
Little by little the man's hands, gripping her hips, began loosening their hold, and the hopelessly pinned young girl breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the cock moving out of her tightly violated young pussy. It continued moving back until only the penile head was left inside, and her rubbery ring of vulva remained clamped around it. But then his strong hands once again gripped the soft and tender contours of her hips, and he tugged her roughly back onto the throbbing stiffness of his steel-solid organ until once again her quivering buttocks were slapped resoundingly by the hardness of his thighs.
Once more Rube let go, allowing her to automatically pull forward, away from the throbbing staff that he had buried inside her. She shuddered, knowing what would happen, and indeed it did as he grasped her jutting hipbones at the last moment in order to prevent his penis from coming out of the wetly clinging citadel of her tight and narrow vagina. Once again he solidly jerked her back along the length of his stiffly impaling penis, only to let her glide forward again, her wet cunt making his throbbing cock pole glisten brightly when it became visible. He jerked her back and forth, back and forth.
Again and again the spoiled rich girl, whose body was now a hirsute covering from top to bottom rocked backward onto the thickness of the bludgeoning penis, . then away along its slippery length. Back and forth, toward him, then away, setting up a slow and tantalizing rhythm inside her slowly widening vagina, the walls so elastic they would snap back once his penis was out of her. The excitement was beginning to get to Mona, and the pain was fading, and as a result she felt stronger than ever.
Massive swirls of overpowering lust swept through the tattooed man's pulsing testicles, laden as they were with sperm. He realized she was beginning to move of her own volition now, no longer having his hands pull and tug her. She was slamming her ass back against him and moving forward, creating more and more friction, setting up a slow and tantalizing rhythm as she ground her hairy moons into a tight circle while she unconsciously sought to take as much of his cock into her vagina as was humanly possible.
The Tattooed Man had her going now, and he knew it, exulting as he heard tiny mewls of pleasure coming from her whimpering lips. She not only continued moving her cunt back and forth, but started swiveling her lust-drenched pussy, moving it in tiny squirming circles around the entire length of the man's madly pulsating poker of stiffened flesh, her entire body wriggling and squirming at him with each backward stroke of her clasping vagina. The man stared in rapt fascination, amazed at how quickly her cunt and her mind was adapting to him. She might be hairy, but she was still a good-looking woman, and with a cunt this tight, he intended using her in the future. He stared at her winking anus, as well, and he thought he would like to pump his cock into that tight vestry, as well.
But not at the moment. For the moment this snot-nosed bitch, who had come to the freak show to scoff at all of them and had stayed to become one of them was begging for more of his solidly throbbing penis, aching to feel it buried in the narrowness of her clinging cunnus, the womanly orifice greedily swallowing his rigid member again and again as he continued pounding it into the depths of her hungry interior.
Then her soft voice, still a female purr, came to his ears. .
"Yes, yes, yes . . . just like that . . . keep fucking meee . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . keep on doing it . . . yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . I love it. . . . " she gasped, mumbling her words almost incoherently.
Now that Rube had conquered the hairy bitch with his throbbing cock, he felt himself flooded with the sheer power of pure lust and raw desire as he continued wildly fucking into her back-thrusting, hip-rotating, hairy ass-cheeks, pounding his cock into her cunt with deeper and deeper strokes.
This might be the first time they were fucking, but it definitely would not be the last. He had her going good, and she was too good to lose. Christ! Her cunt clung like nothing he had ever felt before.
At that moment footsteps told him someone else had come into the railroad car, and the footsteps came closer and closer.
"Well, well, well, what do we have going on here?" asked the voice of Morty Adler, the new barker who had replaced the dead Sy Reskin. He had still to learn just who was available for fucking and who wasn't. He also had his pick of the female aerialists, but he had a thing for freaks. He still had enough sense not to try and pick on Mrs. Imp, but he had already fucked Dolly, Magda, and a few of the other women who worked there. He was able to see through all the hair covering Mona, and he realized she was one good-looking woman, really well-stacked. And now, seeing her naked breasts, the bare areolae hanging out all tan and nut-like, surrounded by all that hair, he felt more aroused and filled with desire than ever.
Mona heard his voice, and her head jerked up from the mattress of the bed to see Morty smiling down at her as he came into the tiny compartment and shut the door. She was too far gone at this point to care who was looking at her, and she continued undulating her trembling, white-fleshed buttocks, covered as they were with brown hair, lasciviously slamming them back into the penis pummeling her from behind. She was totally oblivious to anything and everything other than the thrilling delight she felt as pleasure continually wound through her body.
"Unnnnhhhhh! Yessssss . . . Rube, don't stop . . . keep doing it. . . keep fucking me," she begged at the Tattooed Man, afraid he might either stop or change his rhythm because of the barker's presence.
But Rube wasn't about to quit now. He didn't give a damn about Morty Adler being there. He totally ignored the interruption, jubilantly grinning a wide grin as he continued nailing the full length of his burrowing shaft with long, hard-driving lunges into the tight and seething depths of Mona's ravenously hot pussy. He slammed into her feminine cave with all his might, drawing back, then thrusting forward from the tips of his toes, reveling in the fact that the new barker was watching the way Mona responded so wantonly to his every lascivious driving lunge. The only man who wouldn't have appreciated watching all this was Oscar the Geek. Oscar, as Mona had surmised, in order to bite off the heads of live chickens and fish, had to get himself good and drunk, and as a result had lost all his potency over the years. But Morty Adler, well he was something else. He was a man who liked his action and didn't try hiding it. Though he was short, with a gruff voice, he had a powerful sex drive, and at the moment he was showing it with the admiration he gave the two of them.
"Well, well, well," Morty smiled. "So you're the hot little whore whose cunt really fires up the freaks, eh," he snorted, ignoring for the moment the presence of the Tattooed Man who was pumping the entire Mississippi into Mona's ocean of cunt, though the barker did stare at the hot, hard cock moving in and out, amazed her cunt was able to accept the full length of it.
Hell! He wanted in on this, too. There was no one else around at the moment, so there was no reason for him not to get a piece of the action-the action in this case being Mona.
Morty looked down at Mona, definitely all female under all that hair, and he felt more aroused than ever, because though she had been only ordinary-looking as a woman, as a kind of female werewolf, which was what she looked like, she was positively stunning. She still had the mind and the fears of a normal woman, even if her body looked more lupine than human at this point. Since the lower half of her was busy, he decided to use the upper half.
In her wantonly aroused state, Mona was only vaguely aware of the shift in position and the movement around her head and face. She felt the mattress sagging beneath her as the Tattooed Man continued pounding his hot, hard cock into the depths of her feminine kiln. The hot, hard, long cock continued slamming in with regularity.
She felt fingers suddenly fumbling with her mouth, trying to pry her lips apart, and at the same time a hand tried to twist her head sideways to face a cock sticking out of an open fly. Lord! It was a cock that easily matched that of the Tattooed Man who was fucking into her from behind. In fact, all pink, with a lilac head, it looked to be a little thicker, though no longer. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the huge masculine root. She was able to see the thick base protruding from hairs that were sticking out of the fly as she heard the barker's heavy voice say, "Come on, come on, open up and put the old pecker solidly away in that hot mouth of yours." Then he pushed forward, and she felt the wet, spongy sensation of his penile tip pressing against her compressed lips.
It was both, too long and too thick to fit down her gullet. If he shoved that monstrosity into her throat, he would choke her to death, especially from this angle. Oh, no! She had no intention of sucking on that huge flesh spike.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . . " she protested out loud, suddenly realizing he had no intention of backing off in spite of her shaking her head negatively.
She clamped her teeth tightly together and turned her face just enough to keep his penile point from pushing against her lips as she felt a seminal oil smear rub against her cheek. The man grabbed her face, yanked her again to face him, and rubbed his penis against her delineated lips.
"Sweetheart, you fuck and suck for the others, and you're going to do it for me," the barker insisted, hissing down at her.
He lifted her lovely, hairy face with the flat of his hand, pushing her forehead back by literally gripping the hairs on it and yanking upward, while his other hand gripped the hairs on her chin and pulled downward as he relentlessly began shoving his cock-head between the helpless girl's parted lips.
"You bite, and you'll be the only toothless wolf-lady around, 'cause starting tomorrow you get your own booth and you'll be billed as the Wolf-Lady," Adler told her.
Revolted by this show of force from the short, broad man, Mona mumbled and tried shaking her head free from his grasp, but he was not to be denied. Little by little she felt her lips slowly being forced apart, as if they were being pushed back against the sharpness of her teeth. She heard Morty Adler grunting and groaning above her as he cursed, while struggling with his penile head against her oral softness, until abruptly, as she received an extra hard lunge into her cunt from Rube, behind, her mouth opened wide in a gasp, giving Morty the chance he needed.
"Suck, bitch, suck!" he commanded, and from the pressure of her mouth he knew she was obeying his command.
Mona still didn't like the idea of being forced. After all this time she had sincerely believed herself capable of handling any penis in just about any manner. It disturbed her to learn she still had difficulty with the out-sized organs, and as a result she began struggling. It was like the first time all over again. Her mouth was being raped by this baker us it had been by Sy Reskin, who was now buried in Nebraska. All her struggles were useless as Adler quickened his strokes to match those of Rube, the Tattooed Man, fucking into her tight twat from behind. Neither man quite pulled his cock out all the way, always leaving the head inside and soaking for a moment before thrusting his penis forward, burying the full length of it in the moist shelter of her twin holes.
Mona closed her eyes, trying her best to fight off the humiliation she was feeling. She liked sex, gloried in it, in fact, and hated the idea that someone was sexually abusing her when she would have willingly done it anyway, given a proper amount of time.
The penis in her mouth slammed all the way in, the rubbery head hitting the back of her throat, then forcing its way into her esophagus and then even deeper. Each time it slammed forward, it felt like a cobra striking into her helpless body.
She knew, as she had always known, the only way to end all this was to bring these men to a satisfactory conclusion, making them both ejaculate and fill her body from either end with the hot, white, tasty, salty seminal fluid. So she tightened her lips consciously this time, nibbling on the penis in her mouth, as her cunt clenched all the more tightly around Rube's thrusting penis. She relaxed so completely, that thick as the penis in her throat was, it opened her gullet just enough to keep her from gagging. At the same time she felt the bouncing slam of his testicles against her chin, and her nostrils picked up the strong odor of his masculinity, causing the juices in the depths of her own body to bubble even more strongly.
Behind her, Rube felt his cock stiffening and thickening even more, building toward the end, and he began fucking his hard cock faster and deeper into the narrow vent of her vagina. Her quivering ass-cheeks were being mercilessly battered by the powering pressure of his driving cock as his hips slammed into them again and again. Once more he gripped her hipbones firmly, squeezing the jutting bones until the flesh beneath the hair almost stood out. He bared his lips back against his teeth as he stared down at her slender, bucking body, her head bobbing back and forth on the thrusting cock of Morty Adler. The heavy penis of the barker continued disappearing into her face, and each time his penile head sank into her gullet, he felt lightning chills shooting the full length of his shuddering spine.
"That's it! That's it! That's it!" the barker sputtered out loud, his eyes moving back and forth, watching the way her mouth absorbed his cock, then looking at the way her cunt absorbed the penis of the Tattooed Man.
Rube was also absorbed in the way she took in both penises at the same time. The sight stimulated him even more.
Mona worked in an erotic daze, feeling all wound up, angry at being forced, yet thrilled because of the sensations engendered by the throbbing length of the driving phallus. By now, the barker was kneeing his way onto the bed, sliding under her, and she no longer had to turn her head, but pumped her mouth straight down, willingly filling the shelter of her gullet with his massive thickness, aware if she was capable of taking this penis, then she was capable of taking a telephone pole into her gullet. The ravishment continued on and on, thrills invading her body at both ends, delight building higher and higher in spite of the fact that this had all started out against her will.
The saliva in her mouth intensified to the point where she wasn't able to swallow all of it, especially with the thickness of Morty's cock filling her gullet. The oiliness in her mouth became almost sticky, and she was aware of Morty, digging his heels into the bed beneath her as he strained his hips upward to the downward stroke of her mouth, coming closer and closer to his satisfaction. But more, the pressure of his cock in her gullet was also starting those little stars twinkling in her brain as his fingers curled in the hair on her head and forced her mouth to move even faster on the jutting thickness of his upward-thrusting phallus. On top of that, the movement of the cock in her aching cunt was sending her signals that she was due for her own climax back there, very shortly. If both these men were able to hold out a little bit longer, just a little bit longer, she would probably hit the top of the rainbow with a dual orgasm.
The battering penis in her mouth drove deeper, expanding and thickening, swelling inside her gullet until it once again threatened to cut off her air supply. She moaned pleadingly around the stiffened length as he pressed his phallus forward into the depths of her tonsils, as if trying to get the head of his cock to meet the tip of the penis thrusting into her cunt from behind.
Mona had never felt so utterly used, yet so totally thrilled in her entire life. It was debauchery, and she reveled in it. She sucked harder and harder with her tightly compressing lips, wriggling her quivering buttocks backward to end this unbearable torture as quickly as she was able . . . unbearable in the sense that she was at peak, and unable to quite go over the cliff of orgasm. Her head bobbed that much more quickly, her ass moved back and forth that much more swiftly, seething sparkles building in both her throat and her cunt, reaching toward each other like an electric circuit trying to close. Forgotten was the fact that she was being used. All that mattered was the fact that she was on the verge of orgasm, double orgasm, and she had to somehow or other reach it.
She had expected Rube, whose cock was in her cunt, to come first. After all, he had begun pounding into her long before Morty had walked in. But she became aware of the pulsations in Morty's cock, and knew her mouth would be flooded long before her cunt. But that was when the two electrical circuits in her body came together, and the dual orgasm totally overwhelmed her.
"GGGGG HHHHH AAAUUU CCCC HHHHHH WWWWWW RRRRRR GGGG LLLLLL PHHWWW UUUUUU CCCCC HHHHH GGGGLLLLLL AAAAA PHHHH HMMMMMM WWWW UUUUU PHHH-HHWWWW PHHHHHHH!" she gagged out as thrill after thrill invaded her body in two places, charging rampantly through her, making her shudder and bounce and bob that much faster. She came, came again, and came a third time, having dual orgasms all three times so that she actually enjoyed six climaxes.
The barker beneath her grabbed her head and pulled it straight down, filling her throat with the fullness of his mighty cock. She fought for breath as his wildly jerking penis expanded, and then, "OHH HHHHH.. . YYYYYY EEEEEA AAHHHH . . . GGG GGHHHH HHAAAA NNNNNN GGGGGG GHHHHHH . . . HHHHHA AAAAAU UUUUUW WWW AAA AAA-NNN NNGGGG GHHHHHH . . . UUU UUNNNN NNNGGG GGGHHH HHHHHH!" he bellowed as his wildly jerking cock spurted into the tight, wet warmth of her mouth, the smooth oiliness of his sperm running into her pharynx and setting off yet another orgasm inside her. The hot, sticky fluid went jetting down her throat into her belly, puddling in her stomach, and she swallowed hurriedly to keep up with the heavy outflow. Her cheeks puffed out, and for a moment she was afraid some of the semen would come leaking out and drip into her facial hairs. Then it would be murder trying to wash it all out, and everyone else would know what she had been doing. She sucked and swallowed rapidly, managing to drink it all down. Then finally it was over, the penis slowly but surely softening, deflating, losing its power as she sucked the last drops from the rubbery tip. She drank and drank and drank, continually pulling the fluid into her gullet. Her tongue swirled around the corona, picking up some residue, sucking it down as well. Sperm was something that enthralled Mona Kase. She was never able to get enough of it.
"HEEEEEERE IT COMMMES.. . . " he bellowed behind her, and then she was aware of his hot, hard cock spewing sperm spastically into the depths of her shuddering womb. "YYYYY AAAAAA IIII GGGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGGG HHHH AAAA RRRRRR GGGG HHHHHH UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHHH AAAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAGGHH!"
There was a multitude of convulsive jerks of his battering pelvis against the hairy cushioned softness of her tantalizing ass-cheeks, and that was when Mona realized her capabilities. Though able to be satisfied with a single climax of any magnitude, she was equally capable of enjoying numerous, uncounted climaxes, her body able to withstand the series of heavy jolts to her heart and lungs. For even as Rube emptied his hard cock into her, she was aware of yet another emerging crisis as her loins surged with lewd and obscene abandon, flashes of thrilling delight charging through her plundered vagina as she began the biggest, most powerful orgasm of them all.
Totally out of control, she bucked back against his pistoning penis, squirming her flooding pussy tightly against the man's still-throbbing loins. God! The simple truth was, the thicker and longer they were, the better they were.
After what seemed like forever, she fell forward, and the limp penis of the Tattooed Man, once again only spelling MISS, fell out of her. She lay with her mouth pressed against Morty Adler's shrunken penis, and Morty knew if he was going to get it up for Magda later on, he didn't dare do anything more, now. Besides, he needed to renew his strength for the afternoon. They had two shows, an afternoon show, and an evening show.
Sliding out from beneath Mona, he turned her on her back and tucked his penis back in his fly while Rube dressed. The two men looked at Mona, noting the hair on her had become much thicker, actually growing while they had been fucking her. She would make one hell of an attraction.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was evening. The last show had ended, and the freaks had retired to the train, each settling into his or her own berth after mending some clothing.
Morty Adler, who had pumped the ass off Magda, was smiling, assuring her she was the best lay he had ever had, though he admitted Mona came close. Magda, who was never surprised at what men did, was almost offended, and she insisted on a sex contest between herself and Mona. But she insisted both women take on men whom neither of them had handled before.
"I was under the impression you fucked just about everyone in the freak tent," Morty shrugged.
"Not really," Magda replied, as the two of them walked toward the train from his wagon. "You see, dahling, zere haff been two men viz whom I've never gotten it on, because I vas always afraid of dem. I mean, the two of dem are built bigger dan you, dahling. But if Mona t'inks she can handle dem, den I'm villing to do t'ings viz dem."
"Fine," Morty nodded. "Which two?"
"Rick, the giant, and Harry, the India Rubber Man."
"Well suppose we go and talk to those two first, and see what they have to say, then we can talk to Mona."
"Fine," Magda nodded.
They boarded the railroad car and sought out Harry first, telling him of their plan. Harry merely smiled. Magda was one of the females he had been dying to fuck, and he was also aching to get into Mona. True, he would have preferred her without hair, but all that hair made her one of them now, a bona fide freak.
The three of them went to the wagon where Rick, the Giant, stayed. like Dolly, Rick needed a separate wagon because of his height. No berth on a Pullman car would have been long enough to contain him, and no compartment would have had a bed long enough for him. In fact, after Rick had agreed to the contest, it was decided his long bed was the only place where the contest would be held. After all, anywhere else would definitely put him at a disadvantage. Now all they had to do was get Mona to agree.
The four of them boarded the train again and walked to the rear of the car where Mona's lone compartment was located. They never bothered knocking. Harry, who was in the lead, opened the door, and there was Mona, almost fast asleep. Harry snapped on the light, and Mona, totally naked under the sheets, suddenly sat up.
"What the hell.. . . " she snapped.
"Holy shit!" Morty gasped. "Look at her!"
Mona looked down, and she suddenly realized the hair that had grown so rapidly on parts of her body where she had never previously had hair, had fallen off. It lay in her bed and on the compartment floor, but her skin was whiter than ever. She still retained the hair on her head, but her pubic hair had fallen away, as had the hair under her arms. In fact, except for the hair on her head, she had no hair on her body at all for the moment.
"I'm normal," she breathed. "Thank God! I'm normal!"
"Is that a fact," Harry growled, staring at her, almost angry.
True, he wanted to fuck her looking this way rather than with all that hair, but still, her losing the hair irritated him, because he had predicted she would become a freak like the rest of them, and now that which had made her different from everyone else was gone. He felt insane, reckless, angry, and he'd be damned if this bitch was going to start putting him down again. As a freak she had become almost chastened, more human than she had been when she had not been covered with all that hair.
"You belong to us," Harry snarled. "We came here to talk to you about a fucking contest, to see if you and Magda would like to join in and find out which of you is the sexier female."
"I don't know. . . . " she muttered.
"Think you're too good for us again?" Harry asked.
"No," she replied, shaking her head. "It's just that a contest is sort of silly. I mean, it's one thing to enjoy sex, but to do it just to see who is better is.. . . "
Harry stepped closer to her and his glittering eyes made her flinch. He reached down, grabbed her wrists, and hauled her naked body to its feet as he said, "You shut up, d'you hear. You just shut up and do as your told from now on. You do what we tell you to do."
Mona was shocked by this man's behavior, because until now he had seemed the most rational one here. She stared at him with wide-open, swollen eyes. When he shoved her back onto her narrow bed, she fell onto her back and lay there, her eyes tightly shut, her legs slightly apart, determined to accept whatever embarrassment they forced on her. But there was silence in the small compartment with Harry, Magda, Rick, and Morty squeezing their way in. The silence made Mona finally open her eyes, and she realized Magda was standing at the foot of the narrow bed.
"Not here!" Harry reminded them. "There isn't enough room in here for Rick. We go to Rick's wagon."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
With Mona's naked body flung over Rick's shoulder, they left the train and made their way to Rick's wagon. There, they dumped Mona on the extra-long bed in the extra-high wagon, and once again Magda had the opportunity of appraising Mona's body.
"You look far more beautiful now, dahling, dan vhen you first came here," the snake charmer said to Mona.
Even as she spoke, she was taking off the pink chiffon dress she was wearing, a concession to "normalcy" when not doing her act in the sideshow. She looked at Harry, letting him compare her flawless nakedness to that of Mona, and admittedly, it was a difficult comparison if one was trying to find who was sexier.
Harry twisted his hand around his head to scratch his neck, then said, "Since the evaluation is to decide which of you women is sexier, suppose we begin by letting the two of you play with one another, Rick and I will join in, afterward."
Mona covered her eyes with her arms, realizing she hated what was happening not because of the sex involved, but because these people were demeaning themselves. She didn't want to see them lower themselves to animal status. "No!" she insisted.
"Yes," Harry hissed in a sibilant tone. "Damn you to hell, Mona," he raged in a tight, low voice. "I've been aching to fuck you ever since you came here, but I knew the sight of my cock would scare the hell out of you, so I waited, letting you take on all the men with smaller cocks than myself, Rube and Morty included. But the time has come for both, Rick and me to give you the fucking of your life, and for that to happen, you have to be at your hottest. I want to see you aflame and begging for prick, so to begin with, I want you and Magda sucking one another's cunts."
Mona pulled her arms away from her eyes, horrified. No, she wasn't horrified at the thought of going down on Magda. After what she had been through with Dolly, nothing would faze her. But the idea of the men looking on, watching, judging which of them was the best cuntlapper, which of them would respond most to the other's tonguing-all that made her shudder. How was it possible for this man to ask her to do something like that? Her lesbian swinging was her own private affair, not something to be casually witnessed as her being fucked always seemed to be. The idea of her making lesbian love with a male audience was simply too demeaning. It was something that bordered on depraved, though at this point there seemed to be no such thing as depravity any longer.
"No!" she gasped again, her voice small and trembling at the moment. She clamped her thighs tightly together and covered her bare vagina with her two hands. But Harry was on her in an instant, wedging his hand between her thighs, forcing them apart, astonishing her with his strength.
"No, please . . . not like this . . . not in such a degrading way.. . "she pleaded, her voice quavering as she saw the naked Magda standing at the foot of the immense bed with her legs spread wide apart, her fingers digging into her own cunt to stimulate her as her eyes locked themselves on the way Mona's hands protectively covered her pussy.
"Relax," Magda assured her. "I can do t'ings to that hot twat of yours that no man is capable of doing. I'm even better t'an Dolly."
"Look!" Morty gasped, pointing to Mona's body as he moved closer.
The others looked. Sure enough, the littlest sprinkle of stubble was beginning to appear all over Mona's body again. Every time her adrenal glands were stimulated, it apparently caused the hair follicles to start growing abnormally, and every time she relaxed for a while, the hair simply broke and fell off.
"She is a kind of werewolf," Morty insisted. "She'll grow hair any time she gets fucked, and she'll lose the hair once its all over. What an attraction! What a fucking attraction! Imagine, for private showings only, charging men fifty dollars to come and look at her sprout hair while being fucked, then letting them watch her lose the hair after she relaxes. We can also charge one man a hundred or two hundred bucks to be the one to fuck her and make the hair grow. She'll be an attraction the like of which no carnival has ever known. Lupa, the Lady Werewolf, she grows hair right before your eyes, then sheds it. She'll be a sensation."
The mere thought disgusted Mona. It was insane, and it hammered away at her mind, stimulating her adrenal glands even more, and as a result, the hair on her body grew from stubble to a fine-textured softness, still a light lint, but definitely there, and definitely growing. Dear God! This was a nightmare!
Male hands dragged her own hands from her pussy, and the hands yanked her arms back over her head and held them pinned there as her hands had been tied the first time she had been raped. She tried hard to clamp her thighs tightly shut, but all she succeeded in doing was locking them around Magda's waist.
"No! No! No!" the helpless brunette screamed as she felt the redhead's forefinger slowly, gently glide up and down the pink gash of her taut cunt. Despite herself, she felt her body starting to respond as the finger began lightly playing over her clitoris, running lovingly up and down the tender lips of her oozing vagina. The teasing aroused her, because her body had become trained to respond to fingering, the digit playing lightly over her clitoris again and again, and she was opening her mouth to protest again, when Harry bent down and kissed her, running his tongue deep into her sucking mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Magda sighed, using the fingers of her other hand to carefully spread the delicate lips of Mona's leaking vagina, looking down as she continued stroking the pussy with her forefinger. "She's getting wetter and wetter. Wow!"
Harry took his mouth away from Mona's panting lips and he clamped his own lips on the extended tan nipple with the lightest ring of sparse fur around it as Magda slithered her middle finger into Mona's cunt and began fucking it in and out, in and out. Mona shut her eyes and realized she was once again the victim of her body's cravings. There was no way to stop herself, so she simply let go, but inwardly her subconscious gloated over the helplessness of her position, for once again there was no way of attaching blame to her for this new kind of perversion. Odd! No matter how much she learned, there always seemed to be something new. She was aware that when she did come, it would probably be the single most powerful orgasm she had ever known. Her hips began undulating as if by themselves, and Magda smiled as she continued probing into her vagina with one hand, while pushing the fingers of her other hand into her own vagina. She rubbed two passion-moistened clitorises, spreading her thighs wider, and making Mona spread her own loins that much more. Then she turned her body around, straddling Mona's face, with her fingers still in her own cunt, while her head hovered over Mona's cunt, and her fingers continued delving inside.
Magda had a wickedly pleased expression on her face as she writhed on the bed, lowering the upper half of her body, pulling her fingers from Mona's cunt, and wedging her shoulders between Mona's lightly furred thighs as, before the eyes of the onlookers, Mona's body became hairier and hairier. Her head was bent over the pink hole of Mona's seething vaginal orifice. Then Harry took his mouth from Mona's nipple, jammed a pillow under her head, yanked her face to the side, and said, "Watch Magda eat your pussy for a while, and when you think you're ready, you go right ahead and start munching on her cunt."
Mona stared, unable to tear her eyes away, noting her ass was undulating, and thus she was excited by her undulations as her cunt continued rotating directly below Magda's mouth. Her hips were tilted so that her vaginal cupola was pointed right at Magda's oral opening. As everyone in the room, including Mona watched, the tip of Magda's pink tongue leaped out and began fluttering against Mona's clitoris. A shudder of total wanton delight wracked Mona's body and she moaned, "OHH HHHH GOD DDDDD!"
Harry watched, a smile on his face as the hairy woman slowly began to relax, her naked body held firmly in place by the nakedness of Magda, on top. Mona's thighs were lewdly spread, her legs shaped so that her knees were up and her feet were planted firmly on the mattress. Her hips rotated and gyrated licentiously as a look of pure passion scrawled itself across her face, and Mona's narrowed eyes became slits through which she was barely able to see. She peered at the face between her thighs, from the side, and saw Magda flicking her tongue into her womanly sump, letting it slither back and forth, back and forth as it washed over her excited man-in-the-boat again and again. Then, as she gasped and moaned, she saw Magda's head dip a little more, and the wetly slavering tongue pushed its way into the seething depths of her shuddering vagina.
With the India Rubber Man sitting near her head, watching her every movement, shifting his weight now and again, she gasped when she became aware of his slipping his hands between her body and that of Magda and he began teasing her breasts. The rubber-like cartilage in his jaws seemed to make his face bend out of shape when he pushed his head between their bodies in order to suck on one of Mona's nipples. His free hand groped for her other hand, now released, and he guided it to her left breast, making her play with her own nipple while he sucked on the right one, and Magda continued to lick at the bog that was her vagina, while Magda's own vagina remained hovering directly above Mona's face.
Mona had her eyes shut, and she cupped her own breast, aware of many different sensations. Her palm rubbing her nipple was sensuous, but then so was the hair rubbing against her palm from her breast as the hair continued to grow. Her body continued gyrating as Magda's tongue delved into the chalice that was her vagina, and once again it came to her that nothing really mattered except the attainment of the utmost pleasure. The pleasure at the moment was being generated by Magda's constant sucking and licking, the tongue touching inside her as well as washing across her clitoris.
Harry's voice suddenly intruded into all this as he shouted, "I have to watch all this without participating for a while in order to get the full effect."
Magda suddenly felt herself being pulled away from Mona's cunt, and she looked at Harry wondering just what it was the India Rubber Man had in mind. Mona was insanely writhing on the bed, her hands running up and down her body, over her breasts, then down her belly and into her soaked vagina while her breath came in sodden hisses.
He reversed their positions, with Mona on top and Magda on the bottom, each with their heads facing their cunts, and gripping Mona's now-furry thighs, he spread them wide. She whimpered, filled with lust, her ass-cheeks twitching and bucking as she felt his thumbs dig into her pussy and spread the labia wide apart as the man pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. That was when she realized Harry had undressed while she had been lying on the bed, and from the feel of his cock, she knew he was capable of competing with a stallion. It was half-again as thick as Morty Adler's cock, which had to be the biggest cock she had ever known.
Lusty delight made her cry out as she felt her cuntlips being forced wider apart, her inner walls slowly stretching as never before, almost painfully as the blood-bloated penis of the India Rubber Man sank home inside her with a loud, wet, obscene sucking sound. What was more, Magda, laying beneath her, had a view of the monstrous cock slowly being fed into her cunt, filling her with ecstasy.
Mona's body automatically responded, her hips thrusting backward as the man hurled his cock into her. She wanted to ride the pain of his probe, feeling it stretch her inner walls as never before, savagely sinking deeper and deeper until she gasped as the head slammed against the back wall of her cunt. Reaching back with her hand, she ascertained the man was so long, he had at least two inches of penis he was unable to fit inside her unusually deep pussy. Then a maddening jolt, like an electric shock, charged through her body. She stiffened as Magda's tongue licked across her clitoris as Harry continued fucking into her cunt from behind.
Mona's mind went wild as the trio began moving in an ever-intensifying tempo of lust. Closing her eyes, she allowed her tongue to lick over the rich pinkness of Magda's vagina, and Magda responded by moving her body in rhythm with their movements. Harry continued pounding his cock in and out of Mona's cunt, marveling at her inner tightness and springy elasticity, thrilling to tingles as Magda let her tongue trail along the bottom of his cock each time he pulled back. When he thrust forward, his movement seemed to carry Magda's tongue right into Mona's hot cunt. Then he tugged the cock out of Mona's cunt, sank the full length of it down Magda's gullet, stroked furiously, tugged it out, and pushed it right back into Mona's pussy.
Rick, the Giant, was no longer able to contain himself. He had ripped off his own clothing, and now he was displaying a penis that looked ever more monstrous than that of Harry. Lust rippled through the shuddering cock as he watched the two women in the sixty-nine position, lesbianically embracing while Harry slammed his cock in and out of Mona's hot pussy.
Well, hell! His equipment was as good as, if not better than Harry's. It was time for him to show them just how good he was at this. He had never fucked either of the women on the bed, but lust built higher and higher in him as he saw the hair growing on Mona's body as her pink tongue continued dredging in and out of Magda's coral cunt.
"I've got a better idea," he said to the trio on the bed, but no one seemed to be listening to him.
This irritated Rick more than a little. Because of his height and strength, everyone thought he was some kind of dummy, which he wasn't. So he grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled him back until his cock was all the way out of Mona's cunt, and he said to Mona, "Off!"
Mona rolled off Magda, feeling all on edge and frustrated. She and Magda stared at the gigantic man. He pointed at Magda and then at Harry, and Magda moved off to the side.
"You have quite a cunt," he said to Mona. "Mine is probably the only usable cock in this entire carnival that hasn't been inside that cunt. Well, we're gonna remedy that, right now. I mean, it's obvious from the way you move you like fucking, so there's no reason why you shouldn't like fucking with me, honey."
He waved his cock at Mona, and she stared, aware a horse would be jealous of it. The staff was long and pink, the head a vibrant purple. It expanded again and again.
"I'll do wh-whatever you want, Rick," she assured him, starting to look more and more like a wolf woman, now.
"Sure you will," Rick nodded. "I'm going to show you what a fuck really feels like, honey. Over and on your hands and knees!" he ordered.
Mona, though a little frightened of the size of his cock, for some reason felt no fear of the man, himself. Deep down, she knew he had no desire to hurt her in any way. She kneeled on the mattress with her head pressing into the pillow in front of her so she was able to stare back and see what Rick intended doing. She was obscenely posed, her pussy flooded and split wide open.
Rick kneed his way onto the bed without looking at Magda or Harry, both of whom were amused at Rick's initiative. He spread the rounded orbs of the kneeling young woman's hairy ass-cheeks, and then he pressed his thumb solidly against the little hairless pucker of her ass.
"This," he told everyone in the room. "This is what I want. I want to know what if feels like to have a really tight asshole around my cock, unless someone dares to object."
Mona gasped, realizing that something as thick as Rick's cock might indeed tear her inner flesh. But she was too far aroused to object, and remained kneeling there as he spit on his forefinger, then brutally thrust it into her tight anal opening. It popped in, in spite of her constriction, pushing to the first knuckle. He wormed the finger around and around inside, widening her, exploring the soft, inner walls of her rectum. Then, with a suddenness, Rick yanked his finger out of her ass, and her body fearfully trembled, knowing what was coming next. Even so, an obscene thrill ran rampantly through her quivering body. Mr. Imp had ass-fucked her and she had loved it. Somehow she had the feeling she would be able to take Rick's horrendous cock, as well. She felt no depravity any longer, no humiliation. She was part and parcel of this group, and this sodomizing would, once and for all, cement her relationship with them.
Mona whimpered when she felt the head of the throbbing penis push at the entrance to her asshole, sending heated jolts of electricity charging uncontrollably through her shuddering form. She lay with her eyes tightly shut, knowing it was going to be painful at first, but she had no desire to stop him.
He pushed, and Mona gasped, feeling agony tear through her. She gagged incoherently as she felt the steel-solid poker of cock push into her rear as the man leaned his immense body forward, pressing his weight against his cock, forcing it deeper and deeper inside her until she felt certain her sphincter would rip.
"Hhhhhh aaaaa uuuuuu nnnnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she shouted as she felt the huge, hammering penis-head pop through the tiny puckered rear entry. The pain was so strong and the interior so tight, that even Rick grimaced as he pushed his hardness into her rear tunnel. Her doughnut-like opening snapped shut around his corona once it was inside, as if trying to strangle his penis. Biting his lower lip, the man pushed harder and deeper, feeling his thick prick sinking farther inside, the smooth, rubbery tightness thrilling him as he had never before felt a thrill.
Mona thought she would faint from the agony, but this time she was determined to bear it. She belonged here, with these people, doing anything these people wanted to do, no matter how much pain was involved. She realized she was happier with them than she had ever been prior to meeting them.
"Fuck my ass, Rick!" she shouted, in obvious torment, yet wanting this to happen. She was no longer alone. She was with people with whom she was able to identify. If they wanted to make her Lupa, the Wolf Woman, well why not! If she had to fuck to grow hair, then the money they would take in would be shared among all the freaks.
Rick shoved harder, sinking his thick penis in another cruel, lust-hardened inch, her flesh locking tight around the barrel as he delved farther into the constriction of her rectum. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled back a little with her pink inner anal flesh clinging leech-like to his cock as if glued to it. Savagely, he proceeded to ram it in again, moving it back and forth violently, and on each forward stroke, it sank in a little more deeply. Mona gasped, tears flooding her eyes, but she refused to cry out this time.
Harry and Magda stood nearby, watching Rick ruthlessly fuck the ass of the woman before him, the hair on her body fully grown again, shaggy and wolf-like. Harry grabbed Magda by the neck and forced her to her knees, making her suck on his penis again and again, making certain it was as long and as thick as possible. Then he walked over to where Rick was fucking Mona, and he said, "Turn her over and we'll fuck her jointly."
Rick liked the idea. He had never fucked an asshole before. This was tighter than anything he had ever known, but with Harry's fantastically thick cock probing into Mona's cunt, it would make her asshole even tighter. Gripping Mona tightly by her slender waist, his massive cock buried to the hilt in her ass, he rolled her over on top of him as he lay on the bed with his legs hanging over the side, pressing against the floor for leverage. Mona lay sprawled on top of him, a savage-looking female wolf, her bare breasts wobbling up and down, but the rest of her covered with hair, legs spread wide.
Harry stood over her, looking down at her, seeing the sexiness of her as she lay there with a cock up her ass. Her pink cunt was wet, wide, and waiting. Instantly the India Rubber Man all but elongated himself over her, shoving his mighty organ into the wide-open pink chalice presenting itself to him. Little by little he began pushing, shoving the massive organ into the even narrower opening of her tight cunt, made narrower by the cock in her rectum.
Mona moaned as she felt the thick penis sinking more deeply into her cunt, but at the same time felt unexplained thrills in both orifices. The two hardened masculine plungers began moving independently of one another, separated only by the thin wall of tissue between the two openings.
Magda was standing near the bed, watching with Morty Adler. Magda had been fucking many ways, but never like this. She had to know what it felt like, and she cried out, "Fuck me this way, next."
She was panting as she reached down and caressed the trio of bodies with her two hands as they began moving in wilder and wilder rhythm. Her titillating them stimulated them that much more.
"Fuck me harder, harder, harder," Mona gasped, feeling stimulation and thrills the like of which she had never fully felt until now. Yes, now she was at the apex of it all. "Fuck me until I come a half-dozen times," she screamed.
The furiously fucking penises pounded into her repeatedly, hips grinding and twisting, the two men feeling their balls bang against each other as the testicles swelled and ached, and the beautiful, naked young hairy body of the woman between the two men writhed even more violently between their fucking bodies.
Mona whimpered again and again as the two penises slammed into her shuddering body repeatedly. Forgotten was the humiliation she had felt she was constantly undergoing here. Forgotten was her former life. Forgotten were all the selfish impulses she had known for eighteen years. For the first time in her life she wanted to give of herself, for she had discovered that in giving, she was receiving.
Magda was now kneeling on the bed, her cunt over Mona's face as Mona pushed her head back in order to fill her mouth with the luscious pussy meat of the auburn-haired snake charmer. At the same time, Magda leaned forward and down, taking the thick penis of Morty Adler between her lips, sucking furiously as the barker pumped insanely, thrilled by the sight of all this as he had never been thrilled before.
After a while. Magda slid off the bed, and she and Morty fell to the floor in a sixty-nine, forgotten by the trio on the bed. Mona worked her thighs back to open her vagina more for Harry, feeling the pulsations in Harry's cock.
"OHH HHHH . . . HHH HHAAAA AANNNN GGGGGG HHHHH . . . YYY YYEEEE EEAAAA GGGGGG HHHHH . . . GGG GGGAAA AAARRR RGGGGG GHHHHH HAAAAA NNNNGG GGG-GHH HHH . . . UUUUUU NNNNGG GHHH.. . . " Harry bellowed, and he began firing hot, wet sperm into her tightly clutching vagina.
At the same time she ground her buttocvs all the more firmly against Rick's penis impaling her rectum as he clutched her and yelled aloud, "YYYYY EEEEE AAAAAA GGGGGG HHHH AAAAA NNNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHHH AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG HHHHH UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UU-UU WWWW AAAAA GGGGGHHH!"
An eruption of sperm filled her bowels, and she writhed tightly against both penises, clinging to the twin sticks of lust as they spurted into her rectum and cunt, wriggling this way and that, her own dual pleasure so near . . . so near.. . .
"AAAAA IIIII YYYYYY EEEEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHH AAAAAA GGGGG HHHH AAA-AAA NNNN GGGGGG HHHHH AAAAA IIIII YYYY AAAA IIIIII YYYYYY AAAAAA IIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAAAA GGGGG HHAAAGGGG-HHHHH!" she shrieked as her own orgasm lashed through her shuddering body like an uncontrolled typhoon. She kicked out with her legs again and again until she had no strength left, and only then did she let her legs fall limply on either side of her.
It was over. The two men were as whacked out as she, and both knew they would have to fuck Magda another night. Mona had drained them, as she had been drained by them.
She lay on top of Rick, his softening cock still in her ass, and she began softly weeping.
"I love you," she said to them. "I love all of you. I never want to leave you. This is the richest life I've ever known, and I'm going to stay with you, always."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lupa, the Wolf Woman was a success as no other attraction had been in a sideshow for years. None of the women really had an opportunity to see Lupa, since she was an attraction designed for men only, and then only those men willing to pay exorbitant amounts of money. The carnival owner was delighted to receive his fifty percent from what Lupa was bringing in, and didn't object in the least when the balance was divided up amongst the other freaks.
Mona felt fulfilled, a complete woman now. She didn't know any of the men with whom she fucked, though all of them had to have a preliminary examination by the carnival physician to assure there were no social diseases being brought in. Her ability to grow hair while in the process of being fucked, and to shed it less than an hour later astounded the onlookers.
Perhaps the most important thing was that Mona finally felt wanted. That, more than anything else, was a good feeling. She didn't know what the future held, but she did know she was going to enjoy each passing day now, living it to the fullest.
