Chapter 5
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.
"YYY YYAAAA AYYYYY YYYYYA AAAAGG GGGHHH HHHAAA AANNNN NGGGGG HHH-
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.
"AAA AOOOOO OWWWWA AAAAHH HHH-HOO OOAAAA AAARRR RRGGGG GHHHHH AAAANN NNNGGG GGHHHH OOOOOW WWW-WAA AAUUUU UWWWWW AAAAAN NNNGGG GGHHHH AAAGGG HHH!"
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.