Chapter 7
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.