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Monolith Ch. 01

By: Margin Walker



I've worked with Stark's Traveling Freak Show for over thirty years now. The bulk of those years I've spent with Dr. Faustus and Monolith. Monolith is the reason there is a Stark's Traveling Freak Show, so I've always felt I have a lot of responsibility and receive a lot of respect. My job is not always pleasant and in fact is often quite gruesome, but I am good at it and I take pride in the work that I do. My work is making sure that Monolith is happy because an unhappy Monolith is very dangerous to the spectators and to the entire Show.

First off, I should point out that I don't know where Monolith came from. Only Dr. Faustus would know that and he has never told me. In fact, Dr. Faustus tells me very little. Monolith could come from Hell as far as I know and it wouldn't surprise me if he does. All anybody knows is that Dr. Faustus brought Monolith to Mr. Stark in 1928, two years before I joined the Show. Since then Stark's Traveling Freak Show has been the biggest and most successful freak show in the world.

I saw Monolith's show when I was sixteen. I had always been intrigued by the various traveling shows that would come through our town, and I figured I'd run away and join one when I could. After seeing Monolith's show when Stark's Traveling Freak Show came through our town I knew I had found my future. I followed Stark's Show out of town and just walked around the grounds like I belonged there. I started off doing the odd, dirty jobs that newcomers have to do like cleaning up after the Geek Show or mopping up the animal cages, but I always found time to hang around Monolith's tent. 

I would even sneak up to Monolith's cage when no one was around. I was deathly afraid of the beast then, in fact I still am today, but the difference now is that I think I understand the beast and know that he can be controlled. I was afraid of Monolith, but knew that I had to work with his show somehow. As I stood outside of his cage watching him sleep, eat, shit, or stare back at me, I knew that my life was meant to be joined with this beast.

Monolith is the greatest mystery man has ever seen. No one, except for maybe Dr. Faustus, knows how a beast like him came into being. When I watch him, no matter what he is doing, and even after spending thirty years with him, I am amazed. I see the raw power of the beast, the power not only to destroy any man he would want to, but the power to mystify any human being and bring out our own dark desires. Deep down each person that looks at Monolith sees the beast that's in each of us. Some people, like me, are amazed at him and worship him, others are afraid, most feel that they've touched that part of their soul that they've lost and will never regain, even if they don't understand it and forget it soon after they leave his tent.

I could spend hours describing Monolith and never come close to expressing the emotions a person has when they look at him, but one must have some picture of the beast in their head. Monolith is over eight feet tall when he stands up straight, but he rarely does, since he keeps his knees bent to support himself on his hoofed feet. His head looks much like a bull's head except that the snout is longer and the lower jaw juts out with two sharp canine teeth that point up over his lip. He has two horns on the top of his head, one has been broken to a nub, the other is still a rounded, curved spike about six inches long. His head is covered with brown fur except for his face, which shows his tough, gray, leathery skin. His eyes are very human and are perhaps the reason that I have always been so astounded by him. His eyes are white with a light black iris and dark black pupil. They stare at the world as if not just watching, but thinking and understanding. When Monolith stares at a person, that person is almost hypnotized by the beast. No one expects to see anything but a beast in his eyes, but those who dare to look deeper see the horrible beastly humanity of their own soul.

Monolith's neck is almost as wide as his head and extends from his powerful shoulders. His upper body is very similar to that of a very muscular man. His back, shoulders, and arms are covered with fine, brown hair. His chest and stomach are bare, showing his gray, leathery skin. His arms are those of a heavyweight lifter with massive hands that could crush a man's head. A long tail swings from his rear. It has short hair along it with longer hair forming a ball at the tip. His thighs are huge and muscular tapering down to his thinner calves and to his hoofed feet. His legs are covered with the same brown hair. His feet are large black hooves that make a loud clanking as he stomps around his cage and tent. He keeps his knees bent to support himself on his hooves, and so often appears shorter than he actually is, but this also makes him look more powerful, coiled on his legs, ready to spring at the paying spectators.

The feature of his body that I think earned him the name Monolith swings several inches long between his legs. Spectators always try not to stare at his long member, but they can't help looking at it. As he stamps about his cage, snorting at the people, his dick hangs in front of him, brazen, boldly showing the world that Monolith truly is a great beast. When erect, his penis is easily over a foot long, though I don't know the actual measurement since I've never placed a ruler beside it to find out.

Monolith's shows are extraordinary in their banality. He is shown to be the beast that the spectators expect yet they are shocked by his brutality. His shows take place in the largest tent in the Show. The stands, at one side of the tent, seat about 1,000 people and are almost always full for each show. A large curtain separates the stands from the main floor of the rest of the tent. When the curtain is drawn aside the people see Monolith, out of his cage, roaming about the ground in front of them. At each show people shriek, some run from the tent. But, then the people realize he is not free, he has a chain tied to a collar around his neck that is then wrapped around a post stuck into the middle of the floor. The chain is not long enough for him to reach the crowd. 

What the people don't realize is that Monolith could easily break free of the post if he wanted. The post is only sunk about one foot into the ground. He could easily rip it out of the ground and escape, but he doesn't. I think that Dr. Faustus has some control of Monolith, some power over him that I don't understand. But even his control is not complete. Monolith still must be kept happy. That is how I have earned my living.

Once the people have calmed down, the show begins. Dr. Faustus addresses the crowd, presenting the horrible beast that is Monolith. 

"The beast is hungry!" he yells, "Perhaps one of you should be his dinner!" Then he laughs, enjoying his joke on the crowd. "Don't worry. We have a special meal lined up for the beast!"

Then, I throw different live animals to Monolith. If any animal is able to slip away past the length of the chain it's my job to capture it and throw it back towards him, though once Monolith gets his hands on an animal it never escapes. The show is very gruesome and bloody. Many people leave the show sick and some throw up in the stands. Those that stay, get to see Monolith up close after the show. 

After the show, Dr. Faustus leads Monolith back to a cage behind the tent and I file the spectators past the cage to see the beast up close. It's then that I pick the people who will get to see Monolith's late show. Monolith does one late show a week at each town we visit. His late show makes more money than all of his shows during the week put together. My skill at reading people, at picking the right people for his late show, has kept me with the Show for the past years. It's this skill that I've used to keep Monolith's late show running with hardly an incident to speak of. 

Before I started working for Dr. Faustus, he had the twins, Benny and Kenny, rounding up the late show viewers for him. They were horrible at it. They would pick anyone they could, just spread through the crowd inviting everyone they saw. The late show had numerous problems and almost destroyed Stark's Traveling Freak Show. The key is to choose those people who can handle seeing Monolith's late show and are willing to spend a lot of money to see it. Though I bring in less people than the twins did, I bring in higher paying customers and we make a killing off of the late show.

I first saw Monolith's late show after I had been working for the Show for a couple of months. I had been to see Monolith's shows, but had never paid attention to the twins circulating in the crowd afterwards. When I finally did overhear Kenny inviting some viewers to a late night special show the next night I asked him what it was. 

Kenny laughed at me, "Boy, if you want to see one helluva show, come by Monolith's tent Saturday night after the Show closes. That is the real show." He slapped me on the shoulder and went back to the crowd.

Saturday night just after two in the morning I showed up at Monolith's tent eager to see what the late night show would be. I wanted to know everything about Monolith and this seemed like a large piece of the mystery of the beast. I saw several people approaching the tent, each person looked uncomfortable, embarrassed to be going to the late show, unable to look at the face of those around them. I hung back from the tent waiting while each person gave some money to Benny outside the tent and then went inside. Once the line had filed into Monolith's tent I walked in and sat down on the floor close to the entrance.

The tent looked the same as it did during the day. The curtain was drawn across the middle of the tent. The tent was lit by several lights, kept low enough to illuminate the tent without chasing away all of the shadows. The crowd, spread through the stands, numbering a few hundred people, was quiet and anxious. 

Dr. Faustus slipped through the curtains. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen," he addressed the audience. "Welcome to Monolith's Late Night Show." 

He was dressed the only way I've ever seen the Doctor dress. He wore all black; a black shirt, black vest, black pants, black boots, and a long black cape that scraped along the ground. He wore a black fedora and dark black glasses that reflected a person's face back at them whenever they talked to him. His hands were covered in black gloves and he was always carrying some object with him. That night he was carrying a long, black cane, with a silver tip, that he swept before him as he marched before the crowd. He is a tall man at 6'6" and is very thin. His skin is pale white. I've never been able to judge his age, and like Monolith, appears to not have aged at all in the thirty years I've known him.

"You have seen the hunger of the beast. You have seen the brutality of the beast. But, you do not yet know the beast." He stopped and turned to face the crowd. "What you will see tonight may disgust you." He slapped the cane into his gloved hand. "What you will see tonight may infuriate you." He slapped the cane into his hand again. "What you will see tonight may arouse you," he said dropping his voice to a seductive growl. He began pacing again. "But what you will see tonight you will never forget. Tonight," he raised his voice, "you will see the beast as few have seen him before." He stopped and turned to face the crowd once again. "Tonight," he said in a hushed voice, "the beast will be subdued." He bowed slightly, and backed through the curtains.

The lights in the tent were dimmed and then the curtain was opened. The area behind the curtain was dark. Once the curtain had opened completely, lights were turned on shining on the open floor in front of the stands, keeping the stands in darkness. Monolith was standing in the middle of the floor chained to his post. He was stamping the floor around the post, walking in a circle. His nose was flaring. He would shake his head, the mane of hair on the back of his head shimmering in the light. One hand was clenched at his side, and the other was grasping the chain, pulling it tight with several feet of slack chain hanging in front of him. His hooves pounded the ground making his thigh muscles tremble. His penis and balls swung in front of him, beating back and forth against each leg.

Monolith was highly agitated. During his shows he was always menacing and restless, but he was never this energetic. During his late night shows I would find he was always this agitated, he seemed expectant, tense with suspense waiting for the show to start.

Then, music started playing, drums began beating a slow rhythm accompanied by a flute blowing a sluggish tune. A woman appeared from the back of the tent. She looked like a belly dancer, wearing a long, iridescent skirt and a short, ruffled shirt, exposing her flat, dark-skinned belly and the top of her dark, well-rounded cleavage. A scarf was drawn across her head with only her eyes showing. She moved lightly to the center of the tent, her hips shaking with the beat. Monolith stopped pacing the floor, and stopped to watch her.

She watched the beast as she approached him, her hands above her head, her body vibrating. They watched each other. Monolith seemed to be hypnotized by her. She held his gaze as she moved about him. She danced in a circle in front him, staying out of his range, her legs shooting out from the skirt, her stomach gyrating. As she danced closer to him, Monolith moved towards her, dropping the chain to the ground. She stopped, dancing in place, her body trembling with each beat of the drum. He stopped a few feet short of her as the chain pulled tight. 

She grabbed he scarf from her head, twirled in a circle and unwrapped it. Her long black hair fell to her back as she shook her head loose of the scarf. She held the scarf in front of her and flicked it towards Monolith. It landed on his shoulder and slowly slid to the ground. She began moving again in a circle about the post, staying further away than the length of the chain. Monolith followed her, his body tense as he pulled against the chain, but at the same time, he was strangely calm, watching the dancer weave about him.

As she came closer to me I could see her face was pretty with dark skin, dark eyes, and dark red lips. She was exotic. Later I learned she was from Saudi Arabia. Dr. Faustus had found her only a few months before I joined the Show. I had never seen her before because she was kept out of sight, usually hidden in the Doctor's trailer. She rarely came out except to perform the late night shows. Her name was Adara. At the time she was a ripe nineteen years old, but always acted like a much more mature woman. She would travel with the Show for five years, performing this same show. After her death, my job then included finding women to perform the late night show, a difficult task, but one I have been able to execute adequately.

Adara stopped moving in the circle to dance in place, shaking her hips to the increasing rhythm of the drums. Her dancing had become obscene as she jabbed her hips forward towards the beast, throwing her head back, her glistening, dark black hair thrashing about her head. Monolith approached her bucking body and extended a hand. With the chain pulled tight against his neck, his arm stretched out and the hand lightly brushed against her, his fingers sliding down her jerking bosom and stomach. He moved slowly, mesmerized by her. She twisted away from him, and grabbed the shirt entwined about her chest. As she moved, turning in tight circles, the shirt fell from her body, and she threw it towards Monolith where it fell across his outstretched arm.

Her upper body was bare. Her round, firm, dark breasts now exposed to the awestruck crowd. I watched the muscles in her lean back flex as she moved about the post again. Her breasts bounced against her as she leapt from one foot to another, her stomach stretching as she leaned back, her arms flung over her head. 

Monolith dropped his arm, the shirt drifting to the ground and followed her. I noticed his cock was growing, lengthening out from his body. Adara stopped in front of the stands and turned to face the crowd. She shook her hips to the music, twisting her pelvis in obscene movements, her breasts shaking. She pivoted her body, winding into a tight circle on her toes and her skirt lifted up, showing her long, dark legs, and then lifted higher revealing her bare thighs underneath. She stopped spinning as Monolith approached her and moved to the side, continuing her circle about the post.

She stopped as she reached the far side of the tent from me. She pounded her hips to the increasing tempo, her hands behind her head, her eyes closed. Then, she grabbed the skirt and with a slight twist ripped it from her waist. She dropped it to the ground, standing on the floor, completely naked. I watched her dark skinned body gyrating, writhing with the music. Monolith approached her, now moving faster than before, becoming agitated again.

Adara slipped away from him, moving in the circle, and then as she reached the back of the tent the music stopped. She stopped dancing and stood there, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving, her legs spread apart with her feet firmly planted on the ground. Then, she softly moved into the circle she had made, placing her feet gently on the ground and walked towards the post. Monolith walked towards her, his penis standing out long and hard from his body. I heard a few gasps from the crowd, but most were too enthralled to even make a noise.

She came to the post and laid a hand against it, then walked around it until she had turned around to stare at Monolith. Her gaze locked onto his eyes as he approached her. As he got close to her she stepped towards him and to the side. She reached out her hand and laid against it his muscled, rough chest. She walked around him trailing her hand along his body. Her fingers dragged through the hair on his back, then scraped along his chest as she moved in front of him again. Her hand dropped down and his penis twitched as her fingers lightly touched it. She continued walking around him, her hand sliding along his waist, along his back, lightly grasping his tail and letting it fall back to the ground. 

Monolith didn't move. His body was rigid as she walked around him, teasing him. His head turned to follow her move, his eyes locked on her. His snorting was the only sign of his agitation, rough breaths pushed through his snout. His tongue slid between his two fanged teeth. 

She stopped in front of him and placed her hands on his chest. She stood on her toes and extended her body towards him. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and she pulled him down to her. As his head bent down to her she stretched up to him and her lips met his mouth. She kissed his snout, her hands resting on his shoulder for support. Her eyes were locked onto his eyes as she kissed his snout, placing kisses around it, on the side, on the top, and on his fangs.

She dropped back down to her feet and pressed her lips to his chest. One of her hands slid down his body and gripped his cock. Her other hand slid along his rough chest, then along his hairy back and arms. She kissed his chest, her tongue licking his nipples. Monolith made a loud grunt and flicked his tail. Her hand slid along his cock, moving up and down the whole long length of it. Monolith reached out and grabbed her shoulders. She stopped kissing him and looked up at him. She whispered something that I couldn't hear. The beast dropped his head to look at her. Her hand was wrapped around the head of his cock, her fingers stroking the head. His grip on her shoulders relaxed, he snorted, and flicked his tail again so that it came around his body and lightly flicked her thigh.


Monolith Ch. 01



Adara then slowly backed away from him, her eyes holding his gaze. She walked several feet away from him, backing towards the stands. Monolith stood perfectly still, watching her, waiting. She stopped and then sank to the ground, gracefully descending to her knees. She turned around and placed her hands on the ground, now resting on her hands and knees, facing the crowd, her butt turned towards Monolith. She twisted her head to look at him. Monolith stomped towards her.

She watched him as he awkwardly dropped to his knees behind her. She moved her legs closer together as he dropped his legs on either side of her, then she opened her knees until her legs pressed against his hairy, inner thighs. She reached behind her and grabbed his long cock. His upper body fell forward, his hands dropping to the ground on either side of her body, his body propped above her. His hips began jabbing towards her, his penis hitting her in the thigh and sliding along her leg. She moved it to her pussy and moved her body forward awaiting the next jab.

He pushed towards her and his cock rammed into her. She was too tight to handle it and her body was jolted forward. Her hand was still wrapped around the beast's dick trying to control it. Monolith let out a loud grunt and pushed into her again. I saw the cock slide into her further. She let out a slight yelp, her body still leaning forward, her head hanging down, her long dark hair trailing on the ground.

Monolith's huge bull head was stretched out over her as he jabbed into her again and his cock slid into her further, jerking her body forward, her hand grasping his shaft. He growled deeply as she began to slowly slide her body backwards, moving his cock into her. He pushed his pelvis forward again, and she grunted loudly. She threw her head back, her hair splashing up against Monolith's snout. She looked up at his massive head hanging above her. She released her hold on his cock and touched it to his long neck.

Monolith began moving his hips back and forth, his long cock sliding in and out of her. His long thighs kept his body well above her so that his cock was pointed down and into her, most of his penis moving inside of her, but unable to push the entire length into her. She dropped down to her elbow, pointing her pussy up at the beast's pelvis. Monolith did the same, dropping to his elbows, his body now lightly brushing against her back. He thrust his cock into her, her pussy still stretching to accept it. She moved her hips back against him as he pushed into her, both of them grunting and groaning. Monolith was making loud, almost human noises that rumbled out of his mouth and snout. She was grunting with each thrust of the beast's cock into her. Her body was accepting his large beast cock and was sliding around it, no longer being pushed forward by it. She locked her arm to hold her body against the brutal force of his thrusting hips.

Watching Monolith's late night shows makes me realize the humanity in this beast. Monolith does not fuck like a wild animal, jabbing his cock quickly in and out of a female, mindlessly spreading his sperm. Monolith almost fucks like a person. The beast takes it's time, seeming to enjoy screwing like a human man does. His instincts are still very much those of a wild beast, he just wants to push his cock into the woman, and fuck her, but he doesn't just jerk his cock rapidly inside of her, cumming quickly. This is one of the aspects of Monolith I find to be the most amazing. 

I noticed this as I watched him mounting Adara. His movements were sharp, jabbing his cock into her, but he didn't immediately push into her again. He would thrust into her with a long stroke, and then slide back slowly, seeming to enjoy slipping his cock along her cunt. His neck was stretched out long, his eyes wide, not seeing the crowd, lost inside of her pussy. She would move her hips forward as he slid backwards and then jam her butt backwards as he jabbed forward. They found an odd, beastly human rhythm. 

Her hand was reaching up, wrapped around his broad neck, her fingers entwined in the hair. I could see her body trapped underneath his, tight and sweaty with the exertion. Monolith's tail flipped from side to side as he slammed into her, his hooves scraping along the ground. Adara's breasts hung from her chest, trembling with each thrust. Her hips and thighs were quavering, the muscles straining as the beast's massive cock slid inside of her. 

Monolith shifted his hips down towards her, his thighs laboring to hold his immense frame. The beast slammed his hips down towards her, his cock pushing into her further. Her body was pushed roughly forward and she squealed in delight. Her hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head, twisting her fingers into his mane. Adara stretched her head up to Monolith's neck and her tongue shot out to lick the sweat from his skin. 

The beast started moving into her faster, smashing his cock into her with long, fast strokes. Her screams of pleasure almost drowned out his loud grunts. She pushed her body back against him as the beast drove into her, thrusting into her faster, forcing his cock deep inside of her. Her head fell down as her lower body fell to the ground, leaving her ass high in the air. Monolith was grunting in a primal rhythm as Adara screamed obscenities and squealed encouragement. His pace became insanely fast, now his large cock battering her pussy below him, her body being forced to the ground, his body sinking on top of her, trying to push into her further. 

Then, Monolith shot up on his arms slamming his pelvis into her hard. Her body was jolted forward. Monolith bellowed a loud, deep roar. Adara reached a hand back to the beast's hips, grabbing the hair, trying to hold on to his bucking hips, as he jerked against her. She squealed a high-pitched shriek, followed by a string of exclamations as she chanted, "Yes, Oh God," over and over again. Monolith shuddered behind her, his roar dying down into a low rumble. Adara's body was quivering, her thighs trembling, as the beast slowed his thrusting, his cock sliding leisurely inside of her as the last of his orgasm died off. 

Adara moved her hips forward, her body collapsing to the ground, and Monolith's cock slid out of cunt. She rolled to her left side, pulling her right leg under the beast. Dark white semen dribbled from Monolith's long cock as Adara rolled to the side. Then, Monolith slowly fell to the ground, his arms bringing his body to lie down. Adara lied beside him on her back, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily, and her wet skin glistening under the lights. Her hand reached over to lie on the beast's hairy back and she began petting him. 

The curtains closed and the lights were dimly turned on around the stands. The spectators were all mesmerized, staring at the drawn curtain, mouths hanging open, unmoving. I slowly stood up and went through the exit. The people started filing out of the tent soon after, but it took several minutes for everyone to leave, each person stumbling towards the parking lot.

Our traveling freak show was gone from the town the next day. We moved to the next town, set up, and started all over again. I began working my way into the Monolith show, talking to the Doctor when I could find him, telling him how hard I would work for him. Eventually I would start working for Doctor Faustus and would help to keep the show together through the bad times to come. 

Though my actions in the past, and probably my actions in the future, would be determined as evil or immoral by the majority of the population, my devotion to the show is stronger than ever and looking at Monolith I know that our frail human values are meaningless and all that matters to me is showing the people that the beast isn't chained to the post, but sitting in the stands. 



Monolith Ch. 02



I had trouble sleeping for months after I first witnessed Monolith's night show. I was haunted by dreams of the exotic woman thrusting vigorously below the huge beast. She would stare at me, her brown eyes peering into my soul. She would release her hand from Monolith's neck and point to me, beckoning me to her, teasing me. I would resist, too afraid of the beast. I wanted to go to her. I was lost in her eyes and I wanted to be with her. I wanted to be with her as the beast was. I was jealous of the beast. I was jealous that he was mounting her, that he could bring her such pleasure, and that I could not. The knowledge only made me angry. I wanted her. I wanted to drag her away from the beast, rape her on the ground, and show her that I was more than the beast. I would wake, my cock hard, lying entangled in my sweaty sheets. Returning to sleep would be impossible.

I still have these dreams. The women in the dreams may change as the women in the show have changed, but the dreams are always the same, and Adara always returns. I have them often, but they no longer haunt me as they did then. I may wake from them. I may not. But, I am no longer haunted by these dreams. I have learned to accept them for what they are and flush them from my mind. 

Though I was disturbed by the late night show, I still wanted to work with Monolith's show. In fact, my obsession with the beast became greater and included the dark-skinned woman who had tamed him. 

One day, I rode with Benny and Kenny into town to a farmer's market to purchase some animals for Monolith's show. I sat between the brothers in the truck, hoping to get some information from them.

"So you've seen Monolith's late show," Benny said as he drove the truck. "What did you think?"

I didn't know how to answer. I didn't want to sound like I had been enthralled by it. I should have been disgusted. I shrugged my shoulders, unable to form a response.

"Oh come on," Kenny said and bumped his shoulder against me. "You can tell us."

"It's quite a show," I said. "But who is she?" I asked wanting to change the topic.

"Her name is Adara," Benny answered.

"She's Arabian," Kenny added.

"Arabian?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's from Saudi Arabia," Benny said. Saudi Arabia. I had never heard of this place. In my mind I saw a magical forest with beautiful women with dark skin like Adara dancing seductively between the trees.

"She just appeared one day with Dr. Faustus. He introduced her to us and said she would be performing a late night show with Monolith and he wanted us to round up people to watch it," Kenny said.

"And we didn't know what the show was gonna be. We just told everyone leaving Monolith's show to come Saturday night at closing to see a special late night Monolith show," Benny said.

"But how did she get here?" I interjected before they went into a long story.

"Don't know," Kenny said.

"She just showed up," Benny said.

"I've never seen her around before. Where has she been staying the whole time?" I asked them.

"We think she stays with Dr. Faustus," Kenny said.

"We've seen her going in and out of his train carriage and his tent," Benny said.

"Guess she stays with him," Kenny said.

"What does she do then when she's not doing the show? Just stay inside and wait for the show?" I asked them.

"Don't know," Benny said.

"Who does?" Kenny said.

It was obvious they knew very little about Adara. "Have you ever talked to Dr. Faustus?" I asked them.

"Tried," Kenny said.

"He doesn't talk much," Benny said.

"Where is he from? How did he get here?" I asked them.

"Don't know," Kenny said.

"Suppose only Mr. Stark would know that," Benny added.

I got little information from them on that trip. The twins were not inquisitive and just accepted whatever life handed them. They didn't know anything about Monolith or Dr. Faustus. They just helped him with the show and earned their money. I knew I would have to do some investigating on my own to learn more.

Over the next couple of years I hung out with the twins, gaining their friendship and confidence. I also began mixing in with the show regulars since I was now more than just some drifter passing time with the freaks. I spent that time trying to see Monolith's, and Adara's, shows as often as I could, timidly trying to get closer to her, to them both, my curiosity growing with each thrust. Then, I got my first big break with The Show.

We had stopped at a town and were setting up. We worked all day, working efficiently and quickly, everyone knowing their job and doing it well, to get The Show setup for the next day. I stayed close to the train, looking towards Dr. Faustus's carriage. The curtains in the windows were drawn tight and I saw no hint of movement inside. Was she in there? Was she looking through a small opening in the curtains watching me looking for her? Or did he keep her locked up in a chest and only let her out for the show? Everything and anything seemed possible to me then. 

As I watched Dr. Faustus's carriage I looked around me and noticed that everyone that walked by seemed to glance toward it. People walking back and forth from the train, carrying or pulling whatever supplies were needed for this week's show, would look to Dr. Faustus's carriage for a couple of seconds, still walking towards their destination, and then snap their head away like they had been slapped. I could understand why people would look at it, his carriage was by far the nicest, most ornate and expensive of all of them. Only he and Mr. Stark had their own carriages. The rest of us were smashed into passenger and sleeper cars like cattle. But, everyone looked at his carriage not with jealousy or just passing interest but with wonder or fear. I noticed some people even walked in a large arc, trying to avoid it all together. 

"Hey, Jimmy." I turned to see Sarah standing behind me.

"Hi, Sarah," I said. "How long have you been watching me?"

"Oh, for a few seconds," she said and smiled. "Are you trying to get a look at the elusive Dr. Faustus? Or is it his little hussy you are waiting for?"

"I'm not looking for anyone in particular," I lied. "I'm just curious, just generally curious."

"Well," she said and laid her hand on my shoulder. "You can wait here all day and see nothing or come back later at night and see her then."

"At night?" I asked.

"Yes. She and Dr. Faustus only come out at night. I've never seen them out during the day. Have you?" She slid her hand up and down my arm.

"No. I've never seen her out at all, except for at her show of course. And him I've only seen at night, I guess." I looked back at the car.

"They are creatures of the night, Jimmy." She placed her hand against my cheek and turned my head to face her. "Come on. You can help me setup my tent." She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. I glanced back at the carriage as I followed her and saw nothing.

I helped Sarah with the finishing touches for her show after the crew had setup her tent. There wasn't much to do and Sarah spent the time flirting with me. At one time, Sarah had been the main attraction at the show, but by the time I started working there her time had come and gone, her freakishness had become tame compared to the other performers. She still had her own tent though it had grown smaller with time. She brought in money even as she aged. She was still beautiful, looking much younger than her age, retaining much of the stunning loveliness of her youth, made all the more desirable by that delicate flaw, by that small tail that protruded from her backside. 

Sarah, or the Beautiful Dog-Tailed Lady, as was her moniker, had been the very vision of angelic beauty, a beauty that was ruthlessly tainted, or surprisingly amplified depending on one's personal tastes, by that stubby protuberance, that bit of extra flesh and cartilage. As she aged so had the mystery of her tail. Her beauty didn't fade as much as become absorbed by that tail as her whole body accepted it until it no longer appeared as a blemish upon her virginal allure, but had become a part of her, belonging to her. 

Her show had become a lurid, erotic show where she stripped naked in quick liquid motions, allowing the audience to linger on her exquisite shape, watching her body undulate and move as each layer of clothing was peeled to the floor, twisting, swishing her ass past the crowd to give them a hint of the bulge pushing against the back of the skirt, pulling them deeper into the fantasy of her sexually untouchable perfection, and then, in a flourish and a sigh, revealing it, as sharp and violent as a slap in the face.

Despite, or because of, the tail I found myself very attracted to her at the time. I watched her show when I had the time to spare between my jobs and Monolith's show. She had taken a liking to me as well and had started a flirtation that I, being a young, inexperienced man of nineteen, found exciting, confused by the attentions of the older, attractive woman, but all too willing and appreciative to accept.

"Thank you for your help, Jimmy," she said, sitting beside me on the first row of the small bleachers inside her tent.

"No problem, Sarah. I'd rather help you than anyone else around here. You're a lot nicer and your show is one of the best."

"One of the best?" she asked, leaning backwards, placing her elbows on the seats behind her, her body stretching long and lean.

"Definitely," I said, my eyes drawn to her naked stomach.

"At one time I was the best, Jimmy. Did you know that? I was the star of this show."

"I knew that. You still are," I lied. Monolith was the definite star of the show and no one else could hope to come close.

She laughed softly. "You're sweet Jimmy, but a horrible liar." She leaned forward, staring at me, and placed her hand on my cheek. "You're a sweet boy." Her hand slid down my cheek and caressed my neck, her fingers tickling my ear. "But I know. I know that...that beast is the major attraction here. I understand that. You don't need to lie to me." Her gaze pierced my head, drilling into my thoughts. 

"Sarah, I..." I started, but she cut me off, placing her hand over my mouth.

"I know the hold that beast has on this show." She dropped her hand from my mouth. "I've seen the show. I've watched the crowds. I've watched everyone, enthralled by that beast and that...woman." Her gaze moved past me, staring into nothing. "I know what they feel. I've felt the attraction, that pull, the tingling between my legs, the heat, the shame. Of anyone here, I understand, more than anyone else can." She sighed, her chest hitched once, and her eyes came back to me. She smiled at me. "So, don't lie to me Jimmy. I know and I'm fine with it." 

I smiled back at her, unsure of what to say. Was there anything to be said?

"Jimmy, I have a proposition for you. I've talked to Mr. Stark." She placed her hand on my knee, her fingers gripping me lightly. "I need some extra help here. I've let Daryl go. You know that. He was an asshole and he was stealing. I want you to be my new barker, to take care of my show, to help me out. Can you do that? For me?"

I stared at her, confused. Her hand slid up my leg, slipping to my inner thigh as she watched me. It was an offer I knew I should take without even thinking about it. To be working with Sarah on her show, to be her barker, to be basically managing her show, was a huge step, an advancement that would change my life, increase my salary and my responsibility far beyond my current pitiful level, bringing me to a highly visible and respectable position in The Show. I knew that. I knew this was an offer I couldn't reject. But, deep down, I didn't want it. I was afraid it would take time away from Monolith. When would I find the time to see the beast, to watch Adara dance, to watch them fuck? I had been working to be a part of that show. My only goal had been to work with Monolith.

"I understand if you need to think about it," Sarah said, her hand sliding up and down my thigh, promising more than just the job, my pants feeling tight, pressing against my hardening cock.

"No, I don't need to think about it," I said. I would take the job. It was the smart thing to do. I would still have time to see the beast. I might miss his early shows, but I would always be able to find time for the late shows. And I would be able to position myself for a job with Monolith, prove my worth with Sarah, get closer to Mr. Stark, to Dr. Faustus, and then make a move to Monolith's show. Also, I'd be working with Sarah, a benefit that would surely be very enjoyable. "Of course I'll take it," I said, and laid my hand on top of her hand. 

"Good," she said and smiled at me. "I thought you were going to pass on it there for a minute."

"That'd be pretty dumb," I said. We both laughed, watching each other. She placed her other hand on top of mine and leaned forward, kissing me lightly, the smell of vanilla and sweat, wet and warm, squirming beneath my skull, my scalp tingling. She pulled away, her lips caressing my lips lightly, and then breaking apart.

"We should go talk more over lunch," she said. I opened my eyes, seeing her face in front of me, filling my vision, her lips wet and red, wanting to kiss her, to take her. She stood, pulling me up with her, and I followed her out of the tent to a lunch of hot dogs and popcorn.

The next day The Show opened for business and I started as Sarah's barker. I stood outside of her tent, dressed in Daryl's old tux, way too big for me so that I felt like a little kid wearing his dad's clothes, yelling at passersby to see the Amazing, the Beautiful, the Seductive Dog-Tailed Lady. I collected the money and introduced the shows at their scheduled times. Sarah performed six shows that day, none sold out, but all more than half-filled. 

I watched each show, enjoying her rapid striptease, the way she played with the crowd, teasing them with her tail, but making them lose themselves in her movements, the tail tucked inside her skirt, bulging out, eyes moving from the bulge, forgetting the bulge, watching her hips pump the air, her breasts jiggling furiously. Then, she tore the skirt from her body and the tail sprang out from her as she bent over, her hands on her knees, the tail twitching and bouncing, thrusting her hips in mad gyrations. My eyes were locked on her face as she twisted around, her tail disappearing and reappearing as she turned, her head pivoting to watch me, seducing me. 

I couldn't help but compare her show to Monolith's. Sarah brought the erotic and the strange together in a sensual tease. Adara and Monolith took the mix to its sweaty, tense, climactic conclusion. 

I fell in love with Sarah that day or at least I fell in love more so than I ever have since. The feelings I've had for Adara or any other woman have always been born of lust and fascination. In Sarah I saw something more. She offered herself to me, didn't just want to take, to devour and control. I saw it as she danced. I knew she was dancing for me.

That night after her last show we sat inside the tent counting the day's take.

"Not bad at all," she said, counting the last of the change.

"Was that a good night?" I asked, wrapping bands around the stacks of bills.

"For a town this size, yeah, that's a good night. Use to be bigger, but it's tough to compete with the big tent, the sideshows, and Monolith, of course." Sarah sat on the ground, still dressed in her outfit, a glistening brazier, barely able to contain her ample breasts and the matching skirt cut high on her right thigh revealing the line of her sparkling panties, her legs stretched out long and supple along the ground, her long blonde hair dangling down her back.

"You were great," I said. 

"Thanks." She leaned back, still starting at me, her eyes half-lidded, tired.

We sat in an uncomfortable silence. I fidgeted with the stacks of bills, pretending to count them again, sorting them, watching her with glances, eyes finding patches of bare skin; her stomach, her arms, her thighs, her neck, her breasts, her face, her feet. She watched me, saying nothing, her face expressionless, a statue, a work of art to be admired. I wanted to make a move, but felt intimidated by her, by the situation, she being so much older, so experienced, so attractive, and I feeling like a little boy in my much too large tuxedo, thumbing stacks of bills that represented more money than I had ever made in a month, money spent by people to watch her dance, nude, her skin glistening in the flickering light, the body alive, the rush of blood, the ripple of flesh, cock hardening, lost in her body, wrapped around her tightening muscles, the twitching tail.

Sarah moved towards me, crawling on her knees, her head high, eyes watching me, her shoulder blades moving under the skin as she stalked me. I pulled my lower lip into my mouth, biting softly, feeling my body so rigid, hot, the tux so heavy, suffocating inside of it. Her lips pressed to my lips, opening my mouth, her tongue probing, her breath heavy, her hips pushed between my legs, and I closed my eyes to only feel her there, kissing her desperately. My jacket was pushed down my arms, the buttons of the shirt ripped open, the shirt pulled from my body, the heat building, rising from my groin through my stomach and along my spine to my brain, melting inside, hands grasping my sides, my chest, my stomach, fingers curled around my belt, pulling me to the ground.

I opened my eyes and I saw her beside me, above me, below me, around me, her eyes glazed with lust, sweat glistening on her face. My hands moved to her body, sliding along her sides, her stomach, over her bare breasts, down her hips, her legs, yanking the skirt and the panties from her body, her skin scalding my palms, smooth, muscles writhing beneath my touch. My pants and underwear were pulled down my legs, shoes tumbling from my feet, both naked, our bodies pressed together, moaning, writhing, lips locked together. My hand slid down her back, curved against me, down, down, grasping her tail, my fingers moved to the tip, and it jumped. She moaned and wrapped her leg around my waist, my cock rubbing against her wetness, urgently, the need shaking us in its jaws. I reached behind her, her tail sliding from my hand, grabbed my cock, and pushed the head to her opening. She broke the kiss, her head shaking, whispering "no", pushing away from me, her leg slid away from me, the heat dying, the cool breeze whipping through the tent coursing across my body, confused, angry, reaching out to grab her, hold her to the ground, force it into her.

She twisted away from me and rolled to her stomach, rising to her knees, her hands planted on the ground, looking back at me, her ass pointed at me, her legs spread, her cunt moist, and she whispered "like this, fuck me like this", and I crawled towards her, watching her face watching me, her body so tight, waiting, expecting, her hair hanging to the ground, across her back. I knelt between her legs, my hands slid down her thighs, to her waist, her butt, her tail, palm sliding down her pussy, she moaned, whipped her head back, her eyes closed. 

I grabbed my cock, wrapped a hand around her waist, and pushed into her, gliding into her easily. She groaned, beastly, rattling in her throat, as I began sliding in and out of her, pushing into her further, watching my cock penetrate her, her tail twitching, lying flat against her butt. I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the moist grasping of her cunt clutching my driving cock, growling, groaning, and I watched her body move, shaking with each thrust, pushing back against me, her legs straining, arching her back, her hands clawing at the tarped floor, urging me on, yes, yes, harder, and I grabbed her tail in my fist, pulled her back against me, and she screamed in lustful delight, dropped to her elbows, pressing her cheek to the ground. One hand wrapped around her thigh, the other grasping her tail, I thrust in and out of her, gone mad, insane in the feel of her cunt, wanting to fill her, her tail jerking in my hand, her body tense, clasped around my cock tightly, pulling me into her, watching it plunge into her, pulling back out, pulling her back against me, screaming, cursing. She shrieked as her cunt constricted around my cock and I jabbed into her, her tail jerking uncontrollably in my hand, her thighs taut, thrust into her again, and exploded in a shrill groan, forcing it into her, spurting inside of her, back arched, hips pressed against her, her cunt vibrating against my cock, grunting, jerking inside of her, moaning. I fell on top of her, pushing her to the ground, my cock dribbling inside of her, her tail smashed between our bodies, gasping for air, sticky wet, my cheek pressed to her cheek, and we started to laugh. 




Monolith Ch. 02



Later, we laid on the ground, wrapped around each other, naked, feeling the cool breeze blow through the tent, the lanterns and candles flickering shadows across the tent. My hands moved across her body, feeling the swell of her hips, the curve of her waist and stomach, her firm breasts, hard nipples, smooth shoulder, long neck, down to her round ass, rigid tail, her firm thighs. She breathed softly against my neck, whispering, her leg crossed over my waist. 

"Did you imagine I was her?" she said, her breath hot in my ear, "Imagine that I was that Arabian princess?"

"No," I said, surprised that I hadn't.

"I wouldn't mind," she said. "I would like to be her."

Her words slid across my brain and only later would I recognize the significance. "No, I want you to be you." I kissed her shoulder. She sighed. Goose bumps broke out on her skin as the breeze tickled our bodies. I pulled her closer to me, shivering.

"You're so warm," she said, snuggling against me.

"You make my blood flow," I said and chuckled. Her hand moved between our bodies, grasping my stiff cock, wiping across the wet tip.

"I noticed," she said. She pushed me on my back and rolled on top of me, her pelvis pressing against my cock, staring down into my eyes. "Tell me." She touched my face, her fingers caressing my cheek down to my ear. "Why do you want me?" I stared at her, feeling her crotch rub against my cock as she moved her hips on top of me, her hair dangling across her face, not sure how to answer. "Why do I turn you on? Is it me? Is it the tail?" she said, her voice trailing at the end.

I stared back at her, my hands grabbing her hips. "Why not both?" I said and smiled. She smiled back and then bent down to kiss me.

"Good," she whispered against my lips, her eyes peering at me, wanting.

She sat up, her back curved, her hair hanging roughly about her face and shoulders, and moved my cock into her as she watched me below her.

That night we spent in a bed we made in her tent. We didn't sleep. We laid together, clutching to each other, whispering, making love, the initial, primal urgency replaced by a slow, deliberate longing. 

The next year went by in a rush. The Show kept moving and expanded to Central America and even to Europe. Sarah and I worked on her show. I suggested she change her routine from making the tail a final flourish of shock to instead revealing it immediately and then dancing, allowing the watchers to accept it as a part of her, not as an alien appendage stuck to her otherwise perfect physique. I learned how to draw the crowd in, how to spot those that would be most intrigued by her show, how to avoid those that would cause trouble. The take increased for her show until we were filling the seats and having to turn people away. 

Our relationship grew, an equal mix of business partners and lovers, a mix that in the real world, outside of The Show, would never work. With my new job and new love my obsession with the beast diminished. I still went to the shows when I could, skulking away from Sarah to sit in the darkness of Monolith's tent watching as he took Adara, and then making my way back to Sarah to take her, coupling in that same raw animal lust as the first time we fucked. She would be waiting for me, knowing where I had been, her eyes unquestioning, daring, and then raising her ass in the air, her cunt wet below her rigid tail. Afterwards we would slip back into our normal routine, cuddling, laughing, talking, our aggressive lust sated until next time. 

Sarah also became my teacher. She was very intelligent; a voracious reader who had to find the bookstores at any town we traveled to. Her love for literature was an addiction that spread to me. She started by reading to me, her soft, guttural purr slipping around the words of D.H. Lawrence, a wondrous mix of beautiful prose and erotic plot. Then, she would have me read to her and I would stutter my way through The Rainbow or Lady Chatterly's Lover as she kissed my shoulder, my chest, stopping when I stopped, pushing me to continue reading. She showed me The Arabian Nights and I sat up reading these tales, imagining Adara in this land of magical lamps and enchanted horses. Whatever would happen between us later I owed Sarah more than I ever gave her for stirring my lethargic mind.

One night we were laying in our bed of blankets and pillows we had started using in her tent, reading Poe, stuck somewhere due to railroad damages, waiting for the repairs. We hadn't done a show in several weeks, halted in the middle of nowhere, only a few small towns nearby. Everyone was getting restless. Everyone needed to make some money, but we had no choice but to wait, hoping the repairs would be done soon. We were reading, clasping to each other, naked, goose pimples across her skin, when we heard the yell, the ferocious, deep growl. We stared at each other, our eyes wide, my cock dwindling. 

"What was that?" Sarah finally whispered.

"I..." I started but was cut short as another roar broke through the night. I looked over her shoulder trying to see through the tent to find the source of the noise. But, I already knew what it was. "It's Monolith," I said. I began peeling myself from her.

"No," she said, and pulled herself against me. "Don't go out there. Don't go to him." She pressed her head against my chest. 

He howled again, filling my head with his anger. I pushed away from her, stepped out of our bed, and put on my clothes. Sarah watched me and then got out of the bed too, standing in front of me naked, watching me. A loud clanking noise, metal against bone, bellowing, louder, more irritated, pushed me faster. 

"Fine," Sarah said and started getting dressed too.

I pushed my feet into my boots and ran out of the tent, half-dressed, my boots almost slipping off of my feet as I hurried towards Monolith's cage. I heard whispers around me, others in their tents, afraid to come out, shivering against the beast's rage. The just past full moon was bright in the clear sky. I could see the cage ahead of me, see it shuttering, seeming like the bars were actually bending as the dark shape of Monolith pounded against the bars, moving quickly from one side to the other, hurling his body against the cage, roaring, yelling, fists flying through the air, sparks flying from his hooves.

I stopped as a stick shot in front of my face. "Stop," a voice said and I had no choice but to comply. "Go no further," he said. I saw the tall, dark human shape in front of me now and recognized it as that of Dr. Faustus. Dr. Faustus dropped the gnarled stick and held it to his chest. 

"What's going on? What's wrong with him?" I said, looking past him now, watching the beast grabbing the bars, pulling, straining against them. 

"He is agitated," he said, his voice was like honey leaking through my ears, invading my brain. "He does not like inaction. A lack of movement is a terrible burden."

"What?" I said, not understanding him as would always be the case when I listened to the few words he would ever speak to me.

He did not answer me. He turned away and stared back at the cage, pushing the stick into the ground. His soft words floated back to me in the wind and I thought I heard him say, "Oh, Monolith, our time will come."

"What did you say?" I yelled to him, but again he ignored me.

He lifted his stick from the ground and pointed it towards the cage. "Ah, she has come," he said. He turned his head, looking back at me, the moonlight shining off of his dark glasses. "The beast shall be tamed." He laughed and turned away from me. I watched him walk away, moving towards his tent. 

Then, I saw her, Adara, in front of the cage. She was walking around it, seeming to float above the ground, her feet light, her hair fluttering in the wind, the moonlight shining along the curves of her dark, naked body.

A hand touched my shoulder lightly. "What's happening?" Sarah whispered behind me, her voice barely audible above the wind and the thrashing of Monolith.

"He is agitated," I said, repeating Dr. Faustus's words, still watching Adara move around the cage, walking behind it.

Sarah stepped next to me, an arm wrapped around my waist. We watched as Monolith jumped, his bull head smashing into the top of his cage. He fell and stumbled, barely staying upright on his hoofed feet, and then charged into the side of the cage. I felt Sarah's body pressed against me, shivering. I saw Adara through the cage, walking on the other side as she watched Monolith. His head turned towards her. He roared at her and then charged towards her, his head crashing into the side of the cage. She continued moving until she came to the front again. Monolith ran towards her, smashing his shoulder and head into the bars, the vibrations coursing through my feet making my teeth chatter. Monolith grabbed the bars and yelled at her again, his large mouth open wide, his sharp teeth shining dully. 

Adara stopped and started walking towards him. Sarah grabbed me tightly. I watched as Adara approached him, her hands extended in front of her. Monolith's fist shot between the bars just short of Adara's head. He strained, pushing his hand out towards her, growling. She grabbed his fist in her hands. He pulled his hand back from her and stumbled back into the cage as if he had been shocked. He screamed in rage, his blood red eyes glaring at her. His chest heaving, snorting through his nose, his fists clenched at his sides, Monolith watched her, and Adara stared back at him, their eyes locked, neither budging, Adara standing as still as a statue, Monolith's body shaking, trembling, his tail swishing side to side. The night was eerily calm, the quiet as unsettling as the violent noise of Monolith's rage. 

Then, Adara moved, her eyes watching him. She approached the cage, her feet light, her hair twisting in the wind, beautiful, the moonlight shining on her bare back. I swallowed hard, my throat constricting with anticipation, watching her legs move as she walked towards him, seeming to glide, her body in perfect motion. I felt Sarah's breath against my neck, warm and wet, my scalp tingling, and her hand sliding across my chest. 

Monolith just watched her as Adara moved towards the cage, his breath slowing, his hands opening, he stomped his hooves and snorted, shook his head, his mane twisting. She slid her hands up and down the cool, steel bars as she reached the cage, leaning her head between the bars, and I swore I heard her whispers, the wind carrying her breath in pulses, foreign words rising and falling, sliding along my skin, through my skull, passing sweetly into my lungs, spreading through my body, and I heard Sarah sigh. 


Both of them were still now, Adara's body clinging to the bars, Monolith watching, listening, the only movement being the rising of his enormous cock. I felt my own cock hardening as Sarah's hand slid down my chest and over my stomach, and the whispers flowed through my body. 

Then, he moved, slowly walking towards her, watching her, his large shoulders slumping, his cock jutting out in front of him. Adara knelt down in a crouch, her knees spread wide, as Monolith wrapped his hands around the bars, looking down at her. She looked up at him, deep growls emanating from his throat, his bull head pressed against the bars, and she grabbed his cock in her hands. She slid both hands up and down his shaft, pointing through the bars, soft whispers slithering through the air. She kissed the side of his cock as she moved her hands along it, her tongue sliding along its root, down to the tip, his hands tightening on the bars, groaning, his beastly eyes wide, unblinking. She opened her mouth wide, her lips stretched tight, her tongue licked the sparkling wetness on the head of his cock, and then plunged it into her mouth. She began pumping the head of his cock in and out of her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and he began to rock his hips back and forth, his furry thighs pushed against the bars, and his tail swishing back and forth.

Sarah moaned beside me, the air tingling across my scalp and skin, and her hand slid down my stomach to my crotch, rubbing against my stiff cock, her eyes still locked on Adara and Monolith. Adara moved his cock head in and out of her mouth, making his furry shanks shudder as she slid her hands along the shaft. Monolith snorted irritably as his cock slid from her mouth. He reached out to her, but she was already moving away from him, walking to the side of the cage. He stepped back and watched her, his hooves scuffling across the floor, and bellowed, his enormous chest rising as he lifted his head, calling to her.

She then slipped inside of the cage. Had she opened the door that should be locked or slid between the bars? I don't know. She was just inside of the cage and Monolith was stomping towards her. She stood, waiting, her head thrown back, her dark hair dangling down her back, her legs spread, feet planted on the ground, waiting. He grabbed her. Sarah's hand gripped my cock painfully as he picked Adara off of the ground, his hands grasping her shoulder, her body limp.

He held her in front of him, staring at her, perhaps admiring her, that beautiful, dark-skinned body, but she offered him nothing but that body, and he took it. He pushed her down and onto his cock, pointing stiffly up at her. Her legs dangled to the ground as his cock penetrated her, and he thrust his hips sharply, shoving his cock head into her. She hung limp in his grasp as the enormous cock squeezed into her, her feet brushing against his hairy thighs, and with his knees bent, his hooves clanking against the floor as he shuffled to keep his balance, he forcefully pumped in and out of her while pushing her down onto him, his cock moving into her further, and he grunted, he snorted, his warm breath stirring her hair.

Sarah moved her hand to my zipper and pulled it down, her hand reaching into my pants to find my cock. She pulled it out and began stroking it, her body pressed against me, her cheek against my chest as she watched them, lifting her leg and rubbing her thigh up and down my back, my butt, and my legs. I was still, unable to move, to think, to react, as I watched Monolith take Adara in that cage, forcing himself into her body, and it was all I could do to breathe.

Her head hung back, her eyes closed, as the beast shoved his cock into her, still pushing it into her further, her arms hanging at her sides, pinned against her body by his grip on her shoulders, and Monolith huffed and he snorted as he worked his enormous cock into her, the shaft sinking into her. His body started to jerk and he mewled, a pathetic, frustrated cry, lashing against my body like sleet, and Sarah moaned in fear next to me, her hand gripping my cock, unmoving, and the beast started to jab into her, her body flailing in his grasp like a marionette, her legs dangling over his hairy thighs, her head rocking back and forth, and he moved her up and down rapidly, twisting, poking, stumbling across his cage. In my mind I still see him at that moment as an irritated child whose toy is broken, throwing a fit, shaking the toy, trying to make it work, and I thought he's going to break her, he's going to kill her, and I wanted to do something, but I was frozen there, only able to watch, my cock still rock hard and cold in Sarah's fist.

Then, finally, just as I thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore, just as I expected to see the beast break her body about his cock - she moved. She lifted her head, opened her eyes and looked into Monolith's eyes, his burning, red eyes, and lifted her feet, sliding her legs up his hairy thighs and wrapped her calves around his waist. He jabbed into her again, pushing her down, and her body sank down onto him, his entire length inside of her, and she pulled her legs around him, grasping him, and he groaned. She watched him, holding his gaze, sliding her hands up and down his powerful arms, whispers tickling the hairs on my neck, warmth flowing through my body, and Sarah started moving her hand along my cock.

Monolith grunted, shook his giant head, and pulled Adara closer to him as he moved her up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her in long strokes as her legs gripped him, her muscles tight. She grabbed his wrists, and he moved his hands down to her waist, his giant hands almost encircling her body, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling her body against his bare chest, and slid down the length of him, and her moan made my body tremble like the earth shook under my feet, reverberating through the air, deep and lusty, and I held Sarah next to me, wanting to take her on the ground, shove my painfully hard cock into her, but I was paralyzed, only able to watch and feel.

Adara moved with Monolith, her thighs clenching as she slid up the full length of his cock and then plunging back down, his hands holding her body, her face pressed to the side of his snout, and his tongue slid out, thick and long, up the side of her face, over her ear, and she moaned, and my body broke out in goose bumps, every hair standing on end, and she pulled her body against him tightly, the night so quiet, hearing only their grunts and moans and the shuffling of his hooves. 

Sarah turned my body towards her, her body hot against mine, sweating in the cold night air, and I forced myself to look at her as she pressed her body against me, wrapping her bare leg around my body, pushing her skirt up to her waist, reaching her hand between our bodies, grabbing my cock, and slipping it inside of her. I reached down to grab her ass to pull her against me, to sink into her entirely, sliding inside of her, so wet, so warm, her eyes glazed, her lips parted, and she moaned as I reached under her skirt to grab her tail, and we pressed our cheeks together, our faces turned to watch them as we began to pump our hips, rubbing my cock inside of her.

Adara's butt was hanging low between Monolith's bent legs, his thighs spread wide around her, her legs gripping his waist tightly, as he moved in small thrusts, leaving his cock inside of her entirely, barely moving it out of her, and thrusting into her again, twisting her body against him, and she pressed her face against his chest, her arms wrapped around his body, every muscle tight, and his entire body strained, trying to push into her deeper, fill her, with every bit of his being fill her, and Sarah pulled her body against me, our bodies melting into each other, her leg wrapped around my waist, and I bent my knees, pushing into her, one hand gripping her tail, her pelvis writhing against me, my other hand sliding down her bare leg, and we moved together, humping furiously, short, tight thrusts, wanting to fill her as Monolith filled Adara, already so close, every nerve alive, thrumming, pulsing, only feeling me inside of her, and Sarah whispered, chanting in harmony with Adara, prickling across my skin, and I jabbed into her, making her stumble as she caught her breath, but picking up the rhythm again, Sarah and Adara joined, our bodies joined together, and the beast grunted as he thrust faster, his hands clutching her waist, pushing her body down on him, jabbing into her, huffing, his nostrils flared, moving faster, chanting turned to moans, groans, sighs, enveloping our entwined bodies, and there was no world, just us, joined together, faster, pulling tighter, pushing harder, jerking inside of her, gripping painfully, and then nothing left, the world a burst of light, a crash, a crackling in my head, a deep, shattering grunt from the beast, and my life is spurting from my cock, my entire body, my will being forced through my cock and into her, spasming uncontrollably, and I jammed my body against her, hands digging into her flesh, and I was floating, there was nothing but this, just the eruption, focused on a spot at the end of my cock, air sucked away, writhing in a vacuum where there is only this pleasure spun out infinitely, wrapped around me, sliding through me, spewing forth - and then I took a breath.




Monolith Ch. 02



The air was forced, bitterly cold, into my lungs and I almost fell, my head spinning. I stumbled back, pulling Sarah with me, lights flashing in front of my eyes. She grabbed me, holding me upright, still jerking inside of her, her cunt shuddering around my cock, pulling me against her again, holding me inside of her, her orgasm coursing through her body, trembling each time my cock spurt inside of her. 

Through the haze I saw Monolith and Adara. The beast was leaning against the bars of the cage, his chest heaving, still holding her against him, her body limp as she panted for breath, clinging to him, her body shaking as his cock slowly jerked inside of her. Sarah pulled her body away from me, my slick cock slipped out of her, and we both fell to the ground, gasping for air. Adara placed a kiss on Monolith's chest and then reached up to kiss his tough chin. She pushed her feet against his thighs and lifted her body off his cock and then dropped to the ground. The beast hovered over her, watching her, as she stumbled to the side of the cage, and then somehow slipped outside again. 

The cool breeze blew across my body, my cock shrinking back, and I shivered. Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. We both fixed our clothes and walked back to our tent. As we walked I could hear noises of other couples in their tents, too afraid to come into the night to watch the beast, but still feeling the same lust, groaning and moaning as they fucked.

That night Sarah and I lied awake, holding each other, not talking, staring at nothing. The Show moved on the next day as the needed repairs were finished. Our relationship changed that night though we never discussed it. I would never again slink away from her to Monolith's show. Sarah would come with me and we watched together, touching each other, and afterwards race back to the tent to fuck each other, or we watched from under the stands, peering between people's legs and feet, screwing as we watched them.

Sarah's show expanded and Mr. Stark gave us a bigger tent and another set of stands, which we always filled. Sarah's show became more intense, losing herself in her body and motions, stopping herself only when she would whip the crowd into an orgiastic frenzy about to jump her and rape her on the ground. I would have to get more selective with the patrons to her show, trying to keep it under control, unwilling and unable to gain control of her, wanting to have her insatiable lust for myself. 

But my own lust could not be satisfied. I needed to get closer to Adara, to Monolith. Like a moth to a flame I was drawn to them, to her, and I knew that I would find her, learn from her, take her in, and have her.



Monolith Ch. 03



To say my obsession with the beast and his exotic lover had become an addiction would be an understatement. I thought of them constantly. When I dreamed, I dreamed of them. Waiting for their next show was torturous and if for some reason they did not perform one week I would fly into a rage that could only be tempered by a violent coupling with Sarah, who easily matched my ferocity with her own unquenchable need.

We used each other, used our love for each other, connected by our compulsion to become one with the mating beast and beauty. In the beast I saw myself. When Monolith's bulging, black eyes, seemingly blank and emotionless, finally would swivel to glare back at me, I saw his desire, his power, a wild ferocity that could never be satisfied, never be emptied, and I knew that despite my attempts at becoming a loving, intelligent man, I was still just a beast, deep in my chest, like a balloon being painfully filled with anger, all I wanted was to unleash it, and fill her womb with my rage.

But I was only human, and I couldn't match the intensity of Monolith. I thought to truly match the beast, to feel his power, I would have to couple with his vessel, to drive my fury into the woman who seemed able to take the beast inside of her and drain him. I would have to get closer to Adara.

I laugh to myself even now that I had that thought. To think that I could become like the beast if only I could be with Adara, that perhaps Adara could bring out the beast in me. Adara never brought out the beast in Monolith. She did the exact opposite. She helped to contain that beast. She didn't bring it out. But my obsession with her had become such that I just wanted the excuse to attempt to seduce her.

But how could I seduce a woman whom I only saw during a live sex show, and whom seemed to not exist otherwise? I had never seen her on the show grounds, never seen her walking around, leaving her carriage or tent, or even walking to the show. She seemed to mystically appear for her show and disappear until the next one. How could I become closer to a woman who was merely a phantom?

One night, after we had arrived at another town and had finished setting up for the night, I slipped out of the tent that Sarah and I shared, and walked towards Dr. Faustus's tent. I had rarely seen anyone approach his tent. I'd seen people setting it up. They seemed to work quickly, wanting to be done with it and move on. I'd seen the twins approach it, yell inside, and wait for Dr. Faustus to appear. But I had never seen anyone enter or exit besides Dr. Faustus. So, I could only assume that Adara resided within, though it seemed the most reasonable place.

The sky was particularly dazzling that night, with the moon a pale crescent, thousands of stars shining, and the fuzzy Milky Way stretching from one horizon to the other. People were milling about, joking, laughing, and yelling hellos at me as I passed. But as I approached Dr. Faustus's tent, always set away from the rest of the tents, the noise died down, until the voices were a dim buzz. 

His tent was the largest, about the same size as many of the performance tents. The canvas whipped and cracked with the wind, a wind that I hadn't felt until I approached his tent. I could see the flickering light of candles through the fabric. 

I looked around me, feeling the quiet, the wind sweeping around me, chilling my skin, driving deep into my bones, and every hair stood on end. I turned on my heel to see Monolith's cage standing several yards away from me and I saw a pair of glowing red lights shining back at me. I stared into his eyes and froze. I could barely see his shape, his huge form lurking behind the bars, his broad shoulders and huge head standing out against the night sky, but those eyes shone upon me like two searchlights and I was trapped in their beams. He made no noise. He didn't move. He didn't blink. He just stared. And I knew he saw me, that he was watching me, and if not for the bars confining him, I'd be dead already.

A chill passed through me, making my body shake violently, breaking my paralysis and I took in a deep, cold breath, the air chilling my throat. I coughed. I snapped my mouth shut and continued to cough, bent over, my hand covering my mouth, willing my throat to stop tickling, to not cough, to be silent. I watched Monolith's glowing eyes until the coughing fit had passed. He never moved. He stood perfectly still, a statue in the dark, watching me.

I almost lost my nerve. I straightened up and took a hesitant breath to make sure I wouldn't cough and glanced back the way I had come. I knew I should go back. I shouldn't be here. Nobody came to this side of the grounds at dark. Nobody came here during the day. Everyone left Dr. Faustus and Monolith alone. 

Finally, Monolith moved. His head turned and the eyes looked away. I watched him move to the side, expecting to hear the loud clanking of his hoofed feet against the cage, but he was quiet as he moved to the other side of the cage, having become bored with watching me.

Without his eyes on me I found my confidence return. I turned, putting Monolith at my back and started walking towards Dr. Faustus's tent again. I was approaching the back of the large tent. As I moved closer I could hear a voice. Then I heard another voice. One sounded like Dr. Faustus. Though I had rarely heard his voice I remembered it. His voice was like ice, cold glass, brittle and sharp. When he talked I imagined his words slicing through my brain with a precise brutality. 

However, I did not recognize the other voice. It was soft and feminine. I knew it had to be the voice of Adara. I had never heard her speak. I had only heard her whispers, a soft, delicate voice, that drifted through the air as she seduced Monolith. Her voice, if it was hers, was as I had imagined it. 

I stopped as I reached the tent and stood still, my hands reaching out to brush the canvas lightly, tilting forward, to hear them speak, and at first I couldn't hear the words, they made no sense. I was struck by the mingling of their voices, hers gentle and perfectly erotic, seeming to soak my brain with lust as I pictured the words rising through her supple neck, between her soft lips, and just as abruptly I heard his voice, writhing down my spine and chilling the very warmth that she had created. I was hypnotized, like they practiced a dark magic with their voices, trying to enchant each other, and in the process captivating me.

The spell was broken when I heard a loud smack, the slap of skin against skin. Someone had slapped the other and the voices stopped. I imagined Dr. Faustus smacking his hand across Adara's face and I wanted to tear through the tent to strangle him. Instead I stepped to the corner of the tent and pulled the two flaps apart just enough to peer inside. I immediately saw them standing very close to me, much closer than I had expected and I almost jumped back, but stopped when I noticed the bright red mark across Dr. Faustus's cheek. The mark blossomed a deep red on his pale skin and he glared back at Adara who stood before him, a smirk on her face, daring him, deriding him.

They stood still, staring at each other. Dr. Faustus held a dark metal cane in his hand and leaned on it slightly. His black clothes covered most of his body, but made his hands and face seem all the more pale. His dark glasses hid his eyes, but I had experienced his hidden gaze on me and had not liked it. That Adara could withstand it with such poise endeared her to me all the more. 

She stood with her arms crossed over her bare stomach, pushing her full breasts up higher inside the billowing, light blouse. A glistening green skirt slid down her hips and legs, a slit down the side promising a glimpse of her luscious thigh when she walked. Just her bare feet were visible with a gold ring on one toe. Her dark hair drifted down her back to her waist and I sighed as I imagined running my hands through that thick hair, pulling it back from her neck, my lips moving towards her brown neck, and I trembled as a cold chill traveled down my spine, pure lust slithering through my body. I had never seen her so close, so close I could almost touch her, and I wanted to feel her skin, caress her, kiss every inch of her dark body. She was the embodiment of lust, distilled passion, and my need for her clawed at my chest, a pleasurable agony that would drive me to depravity. And I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted her.

"Do you feel better now, Adara?" Dr. Faustus said, his voice like shattering glass breaking the silence.

"Yes. I do," she said and smiled at him playfully.

Dr. Faustus tapped his cane on the ground once. "Perhaps you now expect that I return your slap with my own," he said. 

"I expect nothing of you, Faustus. I never have," she said, her voice still light, no hint of the scorn I expected.

He lifted his hand slowly and touched her cheek. She didn't seem to notice his touch. She just stared back into his face. He caressed her cheek, his fingers barely touching her skin, and slid his hand down to her neck. He smiled at her. She smiled back, tilting her head to the side.

"You are a strong woman, Adara," he said, his voice as calm as I imagined it could be. "I chose you because of that."

"You didn't choose me, Faustus. I chose you."

He laughed and I shuddered, hearing his laugh that didn't seem to belong, a scream trying to be a laugh.

"Perhaps," he said, letting the word hang in the air. His hand slid down over her bare shoulder and then back to her neck. "But you are here because I will it to be so. If you displease me again then I may no longer want you here. And then..." His hand was touching the side of her neck, his thumb moving up and down the front of her throat.

"And then you will perish with me," she said, her voice cracking, losing the playfulness, a hint of fear creeping into that sultry lilt.

He smiled at her and stepped closer. His hand clenched her neck, his thumb pressing into her throat. 

"You will perish, my sweet," he said. "But you will be alone in your agony."

Adara's mouth opened as she gasped for breath. She grabbed his arm, trying to pull his hand from her throat.

"You are not as special as you imagine," he said.

Adara clawed at his arm and struggled to pull away from him, but he didn't move. She couldn't make him budge and he continued to hold her like an insect in his fist.

"You can be easily replaced. That which you possess is not your own," he said to her, his voice still calm and flat. He pulled her towards him, her bruised face just inches away from his own serene façade. "I can easily give your gift to another. It is mine to give as I choose. Don't forget that. Not ever again."

He released her and she fell to her knees at his feet. She fell onto her back, gasping for breath. 

I watched her as she writhed on the ground and looking back I feel disgust at my feelings then. I wasn't shocked or appalled by the quick violence, by the threat on her life. I had watched calmly, awaiting the outcome. I hadn't been afraid for Adara. I hadn't even thought of trying to help her. Then, as she lie on the ground, trying to breathe, I had only watched her chest rise and fall, her stomach heaving, and her legs curled under her, visible through the slit in her skirt. 

I was aroused. I stood there, watching this woman whom I wanted to seduce, and as she struggled to breathe all I wanted was to fuck her.

Dr. Faustus stood over her, watching her. He tapped his cane on the ground near her head.

"You are just the beast's slut. There are many who could take your place. Never forget that," he said and turned away.

I watched him leave through the flap at the opposite end of the tent. I stepped away from the slit I had been watching through and listened for his footsteps, wondering if he would walk past me, and if he did what I would do. I couldn't let him see me here.

I trembled as I backed against the tent, trying to remain calm so that I could listen for him. I saw Monolith's eyes glaring back at me in the dark. I stared into that bottomless gaze as I listened. I heard the swish of grass coming along the side of the tent and I knew it was Dr. Faustus. 

I froze. For an instant I stood there, feeling trapped between them, not knowing where to go or what to do. I held my breath and tried to melt into the side of the tent, my body pressing into the canvas. 

I knew that even if Dr. Faustus didn't see me as he walked past me that the beast's glare would give me away. Then he would know. And what would he do? He would know I had heard his conversation, that I had been spying on him. He would give me to Monolith. I knew it. I looked into the beast's eyes and I knew he was waiting for me.

I almost screamed when something brushed my back through the tent. I turned, expecting to see someone behind the canvas, but saw nothing. I heard the footsteps coming closer and I wanted to run away, run as fast as I could. 

Then, I saw a sliver of light coming through the slit I had been looking through. The slit had grown larger, peeled back from the support. I didn't think or hesitate. I just stepped through it and into the tent, pulling the fabric closed behind me. I crouched to the ground, holding the crack closed as I listened to his footsteps walk past me and continue on. 

When I could no longer hear his steps I took a deep, quiet breath and dropped my head in relief.

"A valiant escape," Adara said from behind me.

I turned in my crouch quickly, ready to back out of the tent and run.

"Sorry. I did not mean to startle you," she said, a soft smile across her lips.

She was lying in a mound of large, fluffy pillows of various colors, mostly red and gold, with delicate trim and tassels. She was stretched out languorously, her body molded to the pillows, her arms extended to the side, one leg completely bare through the slit in the skirt. A gold ring glistened in her belly button.

I turned away from her quickly, feeling embarrassed by her raw sexuality. The tent, though large, was almost entirely full of crates and trunks, some closed, some opened showing piles of books, candles, gowns, tapestries, and jewelry. One trunk, almost hidden in the shadows seemed to hold figurines that appeared to be made of bone. A large, wooden desk sat at one side with papers and books strewn across it. Candelabras sat throughout the tent on tall poles the height of a man. The floor was covered in thick, rich Oriental rugs. 

"Well..." she said and I turned back to her. "Come in and introduce yourself." 

I stared into her beautiful brown eyes and I couldn't move. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was standing before her. Finally meeting her. And I froze. That seemed to be the theme for the night.

She smiled, a warm, pleasant smile that lit up her dark face. She rubbed her hand along one of the pillows. "Please, sit down and get comfortable. I don't often get visitors."

Her voice and smile relaxed me, seeming to soothe my tense muscles. As I moved towards her I started to feel more at ease. I forgot about Dr. Faustus and Monolith, about being scared, about spying on her, and breaking into her tent. I stared at her as I walked towards her, the lush rugs soft under my feet, and I felt like I floated towards her. She watched me as I walked towards her and her eyes slid along my body, moving down the length of me and back up to my face as I stopped in front of her and sank down into the pillows beside her.

She turned onto her side, the length of her long, brown leg curling in front of her, and she folded her hands under her cheek. She stared at me, a warm smile across her lips, and she sighed.

"I work for the..." I started, wanting to break the silence, feeling uncomfortable lying so close to her, so intimately close.

"I know who you are," she said, interrupting me. "You work with Sarah, the Dog-Tailed Girl." She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. Her hair shined in the candlelight and I watched it fall back to her shoulders. "I've seen her show. It is very... seductive." The word seemed to condense in the air and wrap around my body, making every hair stand on end. 

"When have you seen it? I have not see you there," I said, trying to maintain my composure.

"Oh. I've been there many times," she said, her hand swaying in the air as she talked. "I've watched her dance, seen her capture the audience with her movements, seen them those themselves inside of her. As she loses herself." Her body shifted and she moved an inch closer to me. "She is beautiful," she purred.

I thought of Sarah, imagined her dancing, her body gyrating in front of the crowd, and thought that she was beautiful. Had I forgotten that?

"Yes. She is," I said dreamily, looking through Adara's eyes.

"I imagine she is a wonderful lover," Adara said, her hand caressing the pillow in front of her.

"She is," I said, seeing Adara again, but remembering Sarah, her body on top of me, wrapped around me.

"Does she lose herself in the act of love as she does in the act of dancing?" Adara asked.

"Yes. She does," I said. "She..." I stopped, suddenly wondering why I was talking about Sarah and sex with Adara. I sat up on my elbow nervously and looked to the entrance to the tent. "What if Dr. Faustus comes back?" I asked.

Adara laughed softly. "Don't worry about him." She laid her hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me back into the pillows. "I will warn you if he comes back."

I sank into the pillows, feeling her warm hand on my shoulder, wishing the shirt wasn't blocking our skin from touching. 

"I've seen your show," I said suddenly.

"I know you have," she said. 

She removed her hand from my shoulder and I wanted to beg her to put it back.

"I've seen you," she said. "I've seen you both, trying to hide in the dark, watching us, coupling with each other."

"How?" I asked.

She smiled and started to idly play with her belly button ring. "Your desire burns bright."

"How do you do it?" I asked, starting to get comfortable in the bed of pillows, relaxing, staring into her eyes. 

She glanced away from me, the first time she had done so. "It is who I am. It is why I am here. Why? I do not know. I use my gift as it was given to me." Her voice sounded distant and her eyes looked past me. 

I used the opportunity to admire her as she reclined in the pillows and it seemed her clothes were becoming smaller or bunching around her body. Her leg was bare to her butt. Her cleavage seemed about to spill from her blouse.

I looked back at her face and she was staring at me, that smile on her lips, knowing I had been admiring her, but allowing it, enjoying it.

"Why did you come to me tonight?" she asked, and it seemed she was closer to me. I could feel the heat of her body and if I barely moved I could touch that heat, feel her skin, and there was nothing I wanted more.

"I needed to see you. I needed to be with you." I hesitated as I stared into her eyes, wanting to tell her everything, how I longed for her, how I had become obsessed with her, how I dreamed about her. 

"You need me?" she asked, her voice seeming to drip onto me like honey.

"Yes. I dream about you." I reached out and touched her cheek. She didn't flinch or move away. She allowed me to caress her cheek. 

"And what is it you dream about me?" she asked and laid her hand on top of mine, pressing my hand against her cheek.

"I dream...that I am Monolith." I slid my thumb along her cheek to her lips. "I dream that I am a beast." Her lips were wet and red, glistening like blood. "I dream that you take me." She parted her lips and kissed my thumb softly. "I dream that I take you." 

"Do you want your dreams to come true?" she asked, her lips brushing my thumb.

"Yes..." I whispered.

Then, she was kissing me. My hand was on her cheek. Her hand was touching my face. Her lips were pressed to mine and my eyes were closed. I fell into that kiss, her lips soft and wet, and I felt my body could melt into her as her mouth opened, kissing me deeper. When she pulled away I leaned forward, searching for her lips. 




Monolith Ch. 03



"Your desire is strong. You would be a passionate lover," she said, her hand caressing my cheek.

I opened my eyes, feeling lost in a dream, still soaking in her kiss.

"But you don't know what you ask," she said, smiling at me.

"I know what I want," I said, feeling that stirring in my groin, the kiss spreading through my body.

"That is not the same thing," she said. 

She moved closer to me, her body now pressed against me, her hand sliding down my side. I laid my hand on her bare shoulder and stared into her dark eyes.

"And after you've had me," she said, her lips so close to mine. "Will that satisfy your desire?"

She leaned forward and kissed me quickly, pulling my bottom lip between her lips and releasing it as she moved back. 

I slid my hand down her side, over her blouse, to her bare hip, and pulled her closer to me. My body was raging with her so close, her skin against me, smelling her, touching her, and I wanted to rip my clothes from my body and lie with her in the pillows, feel her around me, feel every inch of her skin.

"Once we've been together will your dreams stop?" she asked.

She draped her leg around my waist and I slid my hand down to her thigh. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face towards her. She kissed my cheek, my jaw, and I moaned as her lips touched my neck.

"After we've fucked will the beast inside of you be fed?" she whispered against my throat.

She lifted her head to look into my eyes. She smiled and then dove in to kiss me, our lips pressed together tightly, forcefully. My hand slid around her thigh and my fingers touched her between her legs. She moaned in my mouth and it was like a drug that drenched my mind with lust. Our bodies, pressed together tightly, felt heavy and solid, barring us from truly being together.

Her hand slid between our bodies and gripped my hard cock through my pants. I moved my hips against her hand. We kissed frantically, delving into each other's mouth. 

She broke the kiss and pulled away from me slightly, so far away, an incredible distance.

"He comes," she said.

I stared at her, questioning, my hand sliding along her thigh to her waist to pull her to me.

"You must leave. Now," she said, her voice more urgent, fear floating behind her eyes.

I started to protest, seeing her so close, feeling her so close, my body like a raging fire, and then I recalled who was coming. 

Quickly, I jumped to my feet, listening intently for his approaching footsteps.

"Go," she hissed, motioning me away.

I turned and fled to the corner I had come in. I stepped through the open slit without checking first. I entered the night and closed the flap behind me. 

I stood still, my hand holding the opening in the canvas closed, my back to the tent, staring into the night. I could hear my blood rushing in my head. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, quietly, as I listened to the noises around me and let my eyes adjust to the dark. 

I saw Monolith's cage, but could not see the beast. He was hidden in the shadows. I could hear the wind flapping against the tent and nothing else. The night was quiet. I would find it was always quiet near this tent. 

"Back so soon, Faustus," Adara said, her voice having lost that lustfulness, that aching need that I heard when we talked. Perhaps I just imagined it, wanting to believe that she wanted me as I wanted her. But now as she addressed Dr. Faustus her voice sounded cold, as cold as the seductress could ever sound.

"Were you hoping I would stay away longer?" he asked, obviously suspicious. Could he tell I had been there?

I turned slowly, not wanting to move my feet, twisting in my spot and peered through the small crack I left open. 

Adara had moved in her bed of pillows. She was stretched out along the length of them, lying across the places where she and I had lain earlier. My body ached as I looked at her, filled with that need, a passion dark and overwhelming. She pulled her hair from under her head in long, shiny strands to lay it on the pillows around her head. The skirt was wrapped around her waist, revealing the full length of her lovely, brown legs. Her skin seemed to shine in the flickering candlelight. The ring in her belly button sparkled. Her lips were red and wet. I felt myself hard in my pants, overcome by a lust that threatened to engulf my mind and soul. Even as I stood there facing the very man whom I had run from in fear I couldn't help but feel that desire for Adara, pushing all other thoughts and emotions aside.

"Actually I was hoping you would not stay out long," she said.

Catlike, she stretched out on her bed of pillows, her back arching, arms and legs straining, and then she sat up to stare at him, giving him a look that would have made my heart beat out of control if those eyes had been directed at me. 

"So did you come to your senses while I was gone?" he asked and stalked around her, his shaded eyes focused on her, his cane held in both of his hands.

"I've always been quite sensible," she said, turning her head to watch him as he stopped in front of her.

"You used to be quite sensible," he said. "But you've become overconfident."

She laughed and I heard malice in that laugh, sharp and cold, reflecting Dr. Faustus's laugh back at him. 

"I am not overconfident. I am perfectly aware of my abilities," she said. 

She parted her legs slowly and drew her knees towards her. Her thighs pushed the skirt to the side until her legs were open in front of him. I could barely see her glistening sex between her legs and an aching lust shriveled up my spine. I forgot how to breathe for an instant as my eyes peered between her thighs and I imagined myself between them.

Dr. Faustus tilted his head to look down at her opened legs. He chuckled under his breath and it was like a cold shiver combating the warm lust. I shivered and clung to the canvas of the tent even tighter.

"You forget yourself girl," he said, sounding amused.

"No, Faustus. I know exactly who I am," she said.

She stared up at him while she pulled her blouse down her shoulders and over her arms until her lovely, brown breasts were bare, her nipples a startling pink. The blouse wrapped around her body under her breasts, pinning her elbows to her side. She slowly ran her fingers across her nipples and sank further into the pillows, her eyelids flickering, her mouth opening in a moan. 

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants and I wanted to pull them down to release the pressure. I wanted to pull my pants down and fall between her legs, suck on her nipples, slide inside of her. It's all I wanted.

I hadn't even noticed I had been pulling the flaps of the tent to the side and entering the tent until I was shocked back to reality by the slap of Dr. Faustus's cane against his hand.

"Stop these games!" he yelled, his voice booming, making my stomach churn. 

"What games?" she sighed, her back arching as her hands slid down across her bare stomach.

Dr. Faustus stepped towards her quick enough that I hadn't seen him move. One instant he had been standing away from her, watching her, and the next instant he was standing amidst the pillows, his feet sunk into them, hovering over her. The tip of his can was pressed into her bare stomach.

She screamed and grabbed the tip of the cane. She pushed and struggled, but couldn't move it. He leaned over it harder, pressing it into her, pushing her down into the pillows.

"You are the beast's whore and nothing else!" he yelled. 

She stopped struggling, held the tip of the cane tightly in her hands, and looked up at him.

"I am more then you'll ever be, Faustus," she said angrily through gritted teeth. 

Even in anger her face was beautiful, her brows furled, her eyes shining, her muscles tense.

"You are nothing. You mean nothing. You're existence is a pitiful waste," he spat at her. He pushed the cane into her harder, making her body jerk under the pressure. 

Adara's mouth opened as if she was trying to say something, but no words came out. Her face was turning a soft purple. Her neck strained. Her chest heaved.

"You exist only because I allow it. Remember that. Always," he said, his voice much calmer, returning to its previous throaty harshness.

He lifted the cane and stepped back out of the mound of pillows. Adara rolled onto her side, curled into a ball, her knees drawn up to her chest, as she panted for breath. Dr. Faustus turned away from her. I quickly stepped back and pulled the opening closed. His eyes moved past me only for an instant as he walked around the tent extinguishing the candles flames with his fingertips, the tent becoming darker with each dying flame.

He stopped at the last candelabra near the entrance and looked over at Adara who was lying still, watching him, curled over a pillow.

"You have nothing to offer me, Adara," he said, still looking at her as he killed one flame after the other, his eyes never leaving her as he talked. "You have nothing I want. Nothing I need. And when you die your life will have meant nothing." 

The tent was suddenly dark as the last flame went out. I stepped away from the slit in the tent, knowing I would be easier to spot from inside the dark tent, and turned away to peer into the night, my back pressed against the canvas, still listening.

I heard his shoes move across the soft carpet, his cane tapping in front of him. I heard her breaths, soft and gentle. I could hear her moving as she shifted her body, her skirt, her skin, whispering across the pillows.

"There is nothing you can do to me, Adara," he said, his voice sounding oddly gentle. "Nothing," he whispered and I wrapped my arms around myself to stop the shivering.

I heard the sound of another body moving across the pillows and imagined Dr. Faustus moving towards her on all fours, stalking her like prey.

"We shall see," I heard her say, a low whisper riding on the air.

Then, I heard nothing. The tent was perfectly quiet. I looked towards Monolith's cage and those red eyes were watching me, staring through me. 

I walked away, my head turned to stare at those red eyes as they followed me. I broke into a run and ran the whole way back to Sarah's tent.

There was no sleep that night. Sarah was waiting for me when I reached our bed. Our sex that night was long and painful. She rode me, sliding up and down the length of my cock, and images squirmed through my head; images of Adara writhing under the tip of the cane, of me lying between those dark thighs, of Dr. Faustus climbing on top of her in the dark, of the beast following me with his eyes. My cock seemed to shrink and grow inside of Sarah as each scene played out in my mind, but she rode me just the same, used me for the satisfaction that I could give her.

When she was done, tired and exhausted, she rolled off of me, too frustrated with trying to make me come to continue, leaving me hard and unsatisfied. She curled her body around me and stroked my cock through the night, her fingers playing along it, exploring it like she had never touched it before. 

In the morning we parted, having said nothing to each other all night, and mechanically went about our duties to finish preparations for the day. Once, I caught her staring at me, her arms crossed under her breasts, and I knew she had been studying me as I worked. She knew something was different, but didn't want to ask. She turned away with a smile and continued with her work.

Her shows that day were more outrageous than before. I started to wonder if I would have to keep a weapon to beat back the crowd that threatened to surge from their seats and rape Sarah in the midst of her performance. I wondered if it would even be rape. She might actually want it to happen, might enjoy it. The crowds left in a state of shock normally reserved for those leaving Monolith's tent. 

I said nothing to her about it. She had changed as I had. She needed to express herself and I would not stop her. It was who she was and I could accept that. For the first time in months I started to feel love for her again. As I watched her dance, watched the glazed eyes of the men staring at her, showing no emotion but raw need, no embarrassment, no self-consciousness, nothing but lust, I realized her power, the power that had drawn me to her, the power that drew me to Adara. I saw Sarah through Adara's eyes and she was beautiful. Beautiful like she had been to me when I had first seen her. Beautiful as she had become to me as I had grown to know her.

I still loved her. I realized that. And after her last show, we made passionate love in the middle of the tent. We came together, our lips pressed together tightly, our hands clutching. Afterwards we lay on the ground and talked, talked as we hadn't in months. I was happy.

That night we decided to go to Monolith's show, but not have sex while we watched. We were both too sore and tired, but going to the late shows had been a routine we weren't willing to give up. 

We sat at the back of the tent in the dark, on the opposite side from the audience, where we shouldn't have even been, but wanted to watch the crowd as much as the show that night. We huddled on the ground, our limbs wrapped around each other and we watched.

We saw everything that happened that night. We were the only people besides the participants who knew what happened. If we had sat in the stands or had sex under the stands as we had before then we would have probably ran when everybody else did. We would have missed it all.

We were sitting at the back of the tent, behind the curtain that blocked most of the tent from the waiting crowd. Flaps at the side of the tent several feet from us were drawn back. 

We watched as the twins led Monolith into the tent by a large chain wrapped around his neck. Dr. Faustus walked beside him, his hand resting on the beast's arm. Monolith seemed to be in a daze, very docile. I only saw him so tame after a coupling with Adara. It seemed that he was drugged.

His hoofed feet scuffed across the ground like he could barely move them. His large back was bent over while his head drooped low. His snout was pointed to the ground, his ears flat against his head, his eyes cloudy. His tail dragged on the ground behind him. For the first time I felt pity for the beast. He seemed beaten. He didn't exude that fierce energy that rippled across my skin like static, that I always felt when I was near him. But he walked very close to me, held only by the twin's chain and Dr. Faustus's hand. I determined that it was probably more so Dr. Faustus's touch than the twin's leash that held the beast. 

They led Monolith to the post dug into the ground in the middle of the tent and chained him to it. Once the twins were done securing him to the post they quickly moved away. Dr. Faustus made a quick bow, just a slight nod of the head, the most reverent gesture he could possibly make, and then took his hand from Monolith's arm and walked away.

Monolith then seemed to come awake. He shook his head, the mane on his head and neck shaking with him, and straightened his back until he was standing at his full height on his bent legs. 

He glanced at the post by his side and then grabbed the chains binding him to it. He yanked on the chains once, snorted his disapproval, and let the chains fall from his hands. He stomped the ground with his hooves and walked to the extent of his chain towards the entrance he had been brought in. The chain pulled tightly to his neck. He bellowed, a loud roar that made Sarah cling to me even tighter.

Dr. Faustus stood only a few feet from the beast and stared at him casually. He raised his gloved hand in front of him as if he meant to caress him. Monolith shook his head and walked away, moving in a circle at the fullest extent of the chain, his breath huffing through his snout, his hands clutched in fists at his sides.

He was extremely agitated, wound tight that night, ready to snap, lash out at the first creature to come within his grasp. I was startled to see him so furious, a contained anger, like he was holding on to it, filling his mind and body with that rage, barely able to contain it, waiting to unleash it. It made the beast more human.

The show began normally. Dr. Faustus made his introduction to the crowd. We could hear his voice from the other side of the large curtain that was stretched across the width and height of the tent. 

When he finished his introduction the curtain was pulled to the side and the crowd made the same gasps of horror I had heard before, the gasps that at another time would make me laugh, but tonight made me shake. Sarah shook as well. We both felt it. But we were powerless to leave. Like a train wreck we had to watch.

The show that night was supposed to be similar to many I had seen before and like the first that I had seen. The music came from behind us, outside the tent but loud enough that it could be heard in the tent easily, but not so loud that we, sitting so close the musicians, could not speak to each other.

Adara made her grand entrance and the gasp from the crowd this time was not from horror but surprise, admiration, and lust. 

Adara moved towards Monolith on her toes like a ballerina. She stretched her body in a long, elegant, curvaceous line, her muscles taught. She was entirely nude. 

She approached him in long strides, her legs straight, her arms curved above her head, her hair flowing down her back, her skin a rich mocha, thick and smooth, her breasts firm and proud as she held her chest high, her eyes focused on Monolith.

I turned my head and noticed Monolith had moved and walked around his circle, coming close to us. The chain would not allow him to reach us, but I felt my fear of the beast nonetheless. But he did not see us. His eyes were on Adara as she pranced towards him. 

She paid no attention to the music, to the crowd, to anything or anybody, except for Monolith. Her eyes were slanted, intense, seeming to glower back at the beast with a force that would have wilted all but the strongest of men. But Monolith was not a man. He stared back at her, his arousal immediately discernible by his cock that sprang to attention to a length and a width that made Sarah shiver in fear and lust beside me. 

I did not share Sarah's arousal that night. I was surprised at myself for not being aroused by the sight of Adara moving so seductively towards me, towards Monolith. But I felt the danger that night. I saw it in her eyes, in her movements. I saw it in Monolith's body. They were both tense, their bodies strung tight with a deep passion born of lust and rage. They eyed each other as if they were about to fight and they both knew only one would come away alive.

I wanted to stop it. I wanted to yell at them to stop, to stop the show, to carry Adara out of the tent and away from the danger. But there is no way to stop the inevitable. 

When Monolith moved screams erupted from the crowd. The beast was quick, quicker than I had thought imaginable, and later I would be reminded of Dr. Faustus as he had moved towards Adara the night before. 

Monolith was jerked backwards by the chain, the tips of his fingers only an inch from Adara's face, and she never flinched. She glared back at him, a mocking smirk across her lips, and she dropped to her feet to sway her hips at him, taunting him, as he regained his stance and snorted.

Her foot shot out and kicked him in the hip and she twisted to the side, following the kick around him and inside of his circle. He turned towards her, his arms out to grab her, but she fell to her knees under his arms and as she tumbled away I saw her hand reach out to caress his cock. 

Monolith grunted and turned back towards her as she leapt to her feet. He reached his hand out towards her at the length of his chain and she reached out to touch his hand, to tease him. He closed his hand to grab her, but she pulled away, and danced away from him on her toes. He followed her as she walked around his circle, moving towards the crowd. 




Monolith Ch. 03



Low, deep noises that could only be frustrated groans came from Monolith and I saw his shoulders were shaking with rage as he shadowed her elegant movements with his own lumbering gait. 

Then, my whole body went tight with fear when she launched herself into the air. She meant to vault over him, her legs stretched out to her sides, her hands on his shoulders. But he reached out to grab her and knocked her to the side. She reached down and pushed off of him with one hand and hurled herself to the side. She dropped to the ground in a ball and rolled away from, but further within his circle.

He moved towards her quickly and she jumped to her feet, hesitating for a moment, allowing him to reach her, and then moved to the side and leaped over his chain, her hand flying out to slap him across his snout.

He shrieked loudly and turned, twisting the chain around himself and chased after her. The crowd screamed when he lunged for her as she stood with her back to him, but she dropped to her knees at the last moment and arched backwards, her tongue licking across his low hanging scrotum as she rolled between his legs. 

He turned around quickly, wrapping the chain around himself more, and came after her. She twisted away from him and dove under his chain, her foot kicking out to hit him in the knee. I was surprised to see the beast almost stumble. He hesitated from the quick blow for an instant, and then chased after her again, turning around, twisting the chain around himself more.

This time he came after her with his knees bent, his body much lower to the ground. He moved just as quickly and as he reached out to grab her she stepped towards him and his arms groped at thin air as she smacked into his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and twirled around his body, gone before he could grab her, and hit the ground behind him on her feet, turned to face him.

The crowd cheered. I didn't know if the crowd had been cheering the entire time. I had shut everything out but Adara and Monolith. I was shocked to hear their approval. They didn't know what was happening. They didn't understand. They watched as if it was a bullfight. But this was not the show. Adara was intentionally frustrating Monolith, heightening that anger, infuriating him to a dangerous climax.

Monolith clenched his hands into tight fists and threw his head back to the sky with a deafening roar. Adara quickly moved towards him, slid her hand along his cock, and grabbed it. Without breaking his cry he lashed out, his hand grabbing some of her hair as she dropped her head out of the way. She fell to her knees, pulling her hair from his fist and tumbled around him. 

He twisted around and chased after her. She danced away from him, her body turning in circles to watch him as she led him around, staying barely outside of his small circle. And then she stopped. He lunged towards her, pulling the chain tight around his body, but he couldn't reach her. 

She stood before him, her feet planted on the ground and spread apart, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat, her hair dangling roughly about her face, looking as beastly as Monolith. 

She watched him as he struggled against the chain, his hands clawing at the coils wound around him, cutting himself with his claws, drawing thin lines of blood, grunts and groans rattling from his throat. 

Watching him, willing him to watch her, she slid her hand down her slick body, over her breasts and stomach, down between her legs. The crowd became suddenly silent, as she rubbed her hand between her legs. Her fingers delved inside of her and she threw her head back in a lustful moan matched by Monolith's frustrated roar.

She pulled her hand from between her legs and waved it in front of him and I saw his nostrils flare as he smelled her. His lips curled back to show his sharp teeth. For a few seconds, he stood there, his body shuddering as he inhaled her scent, his enormous hands clutching at the chain. The tent was quiet, the music having stopped playing when I hadn't noticed. 

Then, the chain snapped. 

Monolith's hands were on her shoulders and she dropped to the ground and out of his grasp. She tumbled away, jumped to her feet, and ran. She ran towards the crowd.

People screamed as they saw the beast chasing Adara towards them, the chain broken, unraveling from his body as he ran after her.

"Stop!" Dr. Faustus yelled from the other side of the tent, his voice loud enough to overwhelm the shrieks from the crowd.

Monolith hesitated and looked back at Dr. Faustus, who was walking towards him slowly. Monolith bellowed at him and then turned around to face Adara who was leaping up the stands as people were scurrying out of their seats and running to the exit. She dodged around people, between people, over people, as they moved past her, barely noticing her nude form moving among them, until she reached the top and stopped.

Sarah and I were standing, unsure of what to do, wanting to both run and stay to watch.

"Stop it now!" Dr. Faustus yelled as he walked towards them.

Monolith didn't even turn towards Dr. Faustus. He reached the stands and stomped on the first tier of seats. His hoofed foot crashed through the wood.

"Monolith!" Dr. Faustus yelled, standing just a few feet behind the beast, his cane raised in the air in one hand.

The crowd swarmed off of the stands, jumping off of the sides to reach the exit. People trampled over other people. They screamed. They yelled. Monolith ignored them. He stared up at Adara as he raised his other foot and it crashed through the stands, the wooden seats too weak to hold his weight.

Dr. Faustus reached out and touched Monolith's back. Monolith swung his arm back and knocked Dr. Faustus into the air. Sarah screamed as Dr. Faustus rolled across the ground. She ran towards him. I stood still, staring up at Adara, a large smile across her face as she stared at his prone body on the ground.

Monolith roared and raised his arms into the air, bringing them back down to crash into the stands. The last of the crowd jumped off of the end and scurried to the exit. 

Sarah dropped to her knees beside Dr. Faustus. He knocked her hand away when she touched him and pushed himself to his feet with his cane. I ran over to them, still watching Monolith as he tore the stands apart and Adara ran along the top row as it started to collapse.

"Don't touch me!" Dr. Faustus yelled and shoved Sarah away, knocking her on her butt on the ground.

"Adara!" Dr. Faustus yelled, watching her as she leapt to the next set of stands. "Get him under control! Now!"

Monolith roared and rammed his body through the ruined mess of the first set of stands and slammed his fists into the next stands where Adara stood perched on the top row.

"You do it, Faustus," she yelled over the chaos. She laughed, throwing her head back, her body undulating, her hands on her hips.

"Monolith!" he yelled and raised his cane into the air, pointing it at the beast. "Obey me!"

Monolith turned towards him and yelled, his mouth opening into a gaping maw. He ripped a board from the stands and threw it. I pulled Sarah to the ground as the board flew by us. Dr. Faustus never budged.

"You did this, woman!" he yelled, his cane pointing at Adara. 

Adara leapt down along the rows of seats as Monolith tore through them, avoiding the shrapnel and splinters.

"How could I possibly cause this? I am nothing, Faustus. Remember," she said when she stopped in front of him, her eyes shining with hatred, her body shimmering with sweat. 

Monolith roared and tore free from the caved in stands around him.

Dr. Faustus looked over her shoulder at the rampaging beast and then back at Adara.

"You are as much a beast as him. You deserve one another," he said, his voice barely audible over the crashing of wood and metal.

Sarah stood up beside me and I glanced at her. Her eyes were large with fear, but she intended to stay, as did I. Even as Monolith stepped from the wreckage to move towards us, we stood still, too enthralled by the scene before us.

Adara stared back at Dr. Faustus as Monolith started towards them, her eyes slanted, seeming to look down on him though he was taller.

"My power is yours. Use it," he said and turned away from her.

"My power is mine," she said and smiled at him as he walked away. Something had happened. Something I hadn't seen as much as felt. An understanding, an apology, something between them, and I didn't comprehend it. 

Sarah screamed as Monolith lunged at Adara. Sarah and I both backed away as we watched Adara roll between his feet and thrust herself into the air with her hands. She clung to his back, upside down, her legs wrapped around his chest, her arms around his waist. 

We ran away towards the exit, our heads turned to watch, as Monolith struggled, whipping his arms behind him, but unable to reach her, twisting and yelling. We stopped when we reached the exit.

I turned to watch and saw Adara slide down his back until her legs were around his waist. She folded her body around his butt and between his legs. She grabbed his cock and began to stroke him.

Sarah and I both moaned as we felt the surge of energy roll over us, almost suffocating in intensity, like a wind of electric lust blowing across our skin.

Monolith reached between his legs and pulled Adara out, his hands grasping her shoulders. He held her body in front of him, her legs dangling to the ground. They stared at each other. I heard her talking to him, the sound of her voice riding that wave of desire towards us. 

I expected him to crush her in his hands. I saw his muscles straining, his biceps bulging. But Adara never showed any signs of pain. She stared into his eyes, talking to him, her voice filled with lustful promises and limitless pleasure. I groaned and felt that jealousy, wishing it was me that she talked to, me that she looked at like that. 

The tension held as she fought his rage with her sensuality and I expected to see their magic in the air surrounding them, building around them to engulf us. But I saw nothing though I felt everything. 

Finally the tension broke and I knew who had won.

Monolith shook his beastly head and snorted, blowing her hair from her face. Then, with a grunt he impaled her body on his cock. She screamed, a shriek that melted from agonizing pain to dire lust. He forced her body down the full length of his cock and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself against him.

"Oh God," Sarah whispered in my ear. She pressed her face to mine and we stood there watching them like we had so many times before.

Adara wrapped her small hands around his hands, peeling them from her shoulders, and held on as he started to buck his hips, shoving his immense cock into her. She leaned back, holding his hands tightly, until she was tilted away from him. Her thighs strained to hold on to him as he rotated his hips, sinking his cock into her, twisting it inside of her. 

I watched her body being driven back and forth, seeming to float in the air, her breasts rocking with his thrusting hips, her head back, her hair brushing the ground. She grunted as he pushed deep inside of her and she was completely lost in the feel of him inside of her. It was a pleasure that I had never known, that I knew I could never make her experience, and I felt the knowledge of my own foolish obsession swarm over me. I didn't understand what they were doing. It was something more mystical than I understood. It ran deep into her soul and in her dreamy eyes I saw his cock stroking that part of her that I could never touch.

I was lifted from my reverie when Monolith let out a loud roar. He dropped to his knees and almost fell on top of her. But she released his hands and he held himself over her. She lay on the ground, her legs still wrapped around him, and she whined as he pushed down and into her.

The beast's huge form held over her terrified me. He could crush her easily. She pressed her face to his chest and kissed him as he slid in and out of her, his hoofed feet kicking in the air, his body pressing her legs wide. 

She shrieked as his pace quickened. He drove his cock into her and I knew her hips couldn't take the punishment of his body slamming down into her, but she pulled him down and into her, her hands grasping his straining arms, and I lost my breath as I felt it, as I felt her pleasure, pinned beneath the beast, writhing in his strokes, and it washed over me and I sighed as Sarah sighed beside me.

When he came he thrust into her so hard I expected to hear the sound of breaking bones, but I heard only her euphoric screech and his bellowing grunt. His semen flooded out of her around his pumping cock as he filled her, spilling onto the ground around them. His body jerked and his arms began to give and I almost screamed thinking he would fall on top of her and finally crush her, but he fell to the side, her hands pushing at his arms, leading him onto his side. She pulled her leg from under him before he fell and then she laid on the ground beside him, panting for breath.

Dr. Faustus and the twins walked towards them, the twins carrying a chain. They locked it onto Monolith's collar and stood still, waiting. Dr. Faustus stood over Adara, staring at her, his cane tapping slowly against the ground.

"It's mine, Faustus," she whispered. "You... You are nothing." 

She started to laugh and we left the tent, unable to bear the weight of that laugh and all that it implied.