77 - Tale of the Sideshow - The of the Geek

With a huff, Jason stood, and walked out into the dark, to pick up the nearest candle.

"One kind of act that gets some play in the sideshow is the geek. Your classic geek did something unusual; an act so weird people had to stop and watch it. Geek shows were classic openers. The geek would chase some chickens, bite their heads off, and swallow them. It fell off over time; people didn't like the animal cruelty angle, and again, folks online eat and do stranger stuff. So imagine what a geek in a sideshow like ours has to do to make things work. Now, I call this story

THE **** OF THE GEEK

"Bwock," the chicken went, a moment before the pussy closed on its head. The crowd watched with silent shock as the teeth in the pussy clamped tight. Blood exploded between the Geek's thighs, and as she stood, one finger drew a red line from crotch to navel, then brought it up to her lips and sucked it clean.

"Finger-lickin' good!" the Geek shouted. She gave a bow. There was a smatter of applause. The curtain fell.

With a sigh, she relaxed her vaginal muscles. The chicken head fell out of her pussy, teeth gnashing. I handed her a towel to wipe up the blood, and picked up chicken and head. A little plucking, and the bird would make for a decent soup.

It had been a good night, relatively speaking. The Geek had worn her jester's garb, all bells and metallic strikes, and started her routine. Half-slapstick, half-stand up comedy. She started out swallowing a dozen goldfish. Then she'd cut open a snake and swallow its gallbladder. The tear-away pants, the clack of teeth. There had been some demonstration with an apple, a carrot. Then I released the chicken.

The timing had been perfect, the punters hooked. What I didn't do, that I should have, was looking for the one guy who stared a little too hard. Who had been here every night this week, never missed the Geek's show. That should have warned me.

Which meant I was plucking a chicken later when the Boss came to get me. One look at her face, eyes bright and angry, made me drop the carcass and rush out.

Doctor Gyges had the Geek in her tent. Dirty blonde hair matted with blood. Eyes swollen shut. Between her legs...for a moment, I thought it was an umbilical cord. Then I realized I was looking at a bit of intestine, hanging out of her vagina. The lower teeth had all been broken, and the doctor was stripping off the clothes, preparing to operate, muttering orders. A trickle of semen. The Boss grabbed my arm and guided me out.

We couldn't do any good there.

The spot wasn't hard to find. The Geek's blood left a trail. We found the broken teeth, and the crowbar. The Boss and I looked at each other. We aren't like the Mafia, and she isn't the Godfather, to tell me to go push someone's button. She didn't have to. We were family.

I drove into town, mind racing. We'd paid off the cops, and the Boss went there first. A polite word. Some names. A half-hour at a McDonald's, drinking a coffee as the Boss played on her laptop, using the free wifi. She turned the screen towards me, and I recognized the punter who had paid too much attention. I nodded.

A year went by. The Geek survived. We made our circuit, all through spring and summer, doing back-stage stuff, barking a little, yelling jokes to the punters. Forcing a smile despite the pain. In winter, she came with us down to Mexico. The Boss knew a dentist down there, a specialist from Russian. By the end of the tour, the Geek had recovered enough to continue her act.

We rolled into town. He hadn't moved. The Boss had kept tabs. He was there again, the first night. Only this time, we were ready. Just a few ringers in the crowd. One rabbit-punched him, which knocked him into the one in front. The syringe Dr. Gyges had loaded up was hidden by the tangle of bodies. The third cried for a doctor, and we came out, all concerned, and carried him off.

The show went on.

He awoke naked, gagged and tied to a chair. We all watched as the Geek gave him a private show. His pecker stood tall, the viagra we'd shot into him making it fit to explode. Bigger than average. Probably his pride and joy. The Geek flashed a smile as she tore away her pants. He saw the gleaming steel implants.

For the first time, as she spread her lips and guided him in, he tried to scream.

The snap of the teeth was audible. His muffled scream rose in pitch. Blood fountained.

She lowered herself another inch. It snapped again. Held his face in her gloved hands and drank in the suffering as she sank down on the shrinking cock, her pussy almost chewing up the dick as he bled out, until she was grinding her bloody snatch against the tattered remains of his cock.

When the Geek stood up, what fell out of her legs looked like hamburger. The **** was pale, his life draining out between his legs. Maybe he thought that was the end.

He was wrong.

With a kick, the Geek knocked the chair over. He tried to shake his head as she dropped into a squat over his face. The bloody steel teeth snapped over his nose...tore at his cheeks, his lips...and the last sight he ever did see was the gore-stained gash of the Geek.

While she worked, I plucked the chicken from her last show. **** is hungry work, after all.

The others were silent. Jason's voice was tired with more than just the late hour. The dry, matter-of-fact tone had held them. Without another word, he blew out his candle.