Chapter 11

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.