Chapter 8
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.