Chapter 17
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."