Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 6 (Lilah's Song)

Lilah waited. She was good at waiting. The angel had taught her how. She'd had to wait a really long time to get out of the bad monster cave, and even though the monsters hurt her a lot every day, she'd waited. She'd waited, and when the time came she was ready. She'd got out and she'd got the monsters. She'd got them good and they'd never hurt her again.

The angel was long gone, but this was easy. All Lilah had to do is wait until the cunt monster fell asleep. She still wasn't completely convinced he was the good monster he said he was - but he had taken the terrible thing off her cunt that had hurt her so bad. And when he fucked her or the other cunt monster fucked her, the one that looked like a big girl sometimes, he made sure Lilah got her good feeling and he only let the other cunt monster whip her a little bit and never until she bled. And he gave Lilah plenty to eat, both food and tasty cum out of the third monster's cunt, except they said she wasn't a monster, she was a whore so it was a whore cunt - but she still looked like a monster to Lilah. It was kind of confusing, but as long as she was being fed and no one was hurting her Lilah didn't worry about it. And he gave Lilah such pretty ribbons to lace her own cunt up nice and pretty.

The cunt monster didn't want her to go outside and Lilah understood why, that if people found out she was a monster living there they'd take her away and she was happy where she was - but Lilah knew how to hide and she was a monster and monsters went where they wanted to. So she waited in the dark and listened for the cunt monster's breathing to get slow and deep until she was sure he was asleep and then she waited some more just to be extra sure. Carefully, so as not to rattle her cage, Lilah got onto her elbows and knees. Then she relaxed her asshole until it dilated enough for her to get her thumb and two fingers inside. She pushed in and came out with the key. She had seen it in a drawer in the kitchen and figured out it was the same as the one the cunt monster carried, and one morning she had swiped it when no one was looking. She kept it inside her butt and had used it several times now and no one had noticed.

Slowly and carefully she turned around in her cage so her head was facing the door, and then she poked her fingers through the cage and wrapped them around the padlock. Lilah held her breath as she carefully slid the key into the lock, one click at a time, pausing after each to listen. Opening it was the tricky part. If she didn't hold the shackle tight it would make a snap when it opened. But Lilah had practiced when the house was empty until she could grip it just right and there was just the barest, softest click when the key turned.

But there was still more: Lilah had to lift the padlock free of the hasp, then lift the latch and open the door, all so slowly and carefully, and then ease herself out of the cage. The last part was to reclose the cage door and relock the lock. She had left her blanket all humped up so in the dark, if you didn't look too close, it looked like she was still in there.

Lilah stood and stretched her back. And then silently like a ghost, the naked nine-year-old stole down the stairs. At the back door Lilah didn't recognize the numbers on the keypad - they were just squiggles to her though she had the idea they had once meant something that she couldn't remember - but she knew which buttons to push in which order from watching the other monsters. And when the little light turned green she slipped out the door and oh-so-quietly closed it behind her.

The concrete of the porch was freezing cold to the little girl's bare feet. Her breath huffed out of her in a cloud and little droplets condensed on the four chrome tusks poking two up and two down out of her mouth. Lilah felt the cold but it didn't bother her. Just like all the pain she had suffered in her young life, it was only in her body. It only hurt if she let it into her head. She looked up, watching the giant icicles drip from the seven giant moons in the sky. They broke off and plunged towards her but before she was speared they turned into giant snow leopards that curled around her and bit her playfully before flying back up into the cloudy sky.

The alley streetlight glinted off the dozens of piercings on Lilah's face as she trotted across the lawn. Patches of pale skin glowed between the dense patterns of ink that covered most of her body. Frost on the grass crunched under her bare feet. Ignoring the gate which she knew squeaked, Lilah swarmed up and over the privacy fence and dropped noiselessly into the alley.

Where Lilah was going wasn't far, but she took a roundabout route out of necessity. There would be traffic on the streets and even some pedestrians still at this late hour, and way more working streetlights. It was a raw, windy night. Gooseflesh prickled in the cold gusts. Trash blew against her shins and past her as she crossed an empty parking lot. Lilah had a vague memory that she used to bundle up to go out in the cold, putting on special thick clothes on top of clothes. She couldn't remember why, though she knew it had something to do with her life before she was a monster. But that didn't matter now. Her tusks clashed together as her mouth worked and she fought the pressure building behind her eyes. Monsters didn't cry.

The chill had worked its way all the way inside her by the time Lilah saw her destination, the highway overpass. She climbed the last fence in her path. She tried to be careful going over the triple strands of barbed wire at the top but she was shivering and her foot slipped and she collected a new gash on her thigh. Her blood was warm as it dripped down her leg.

On the other side of the fence Lilah's path wound around some junked cars and brought her under the roadway. Traffic sang and rumbled over her head. She picked her way carefully across the cracked tarmac, avoiding weeds and junk and broken glass and turds and scurrying rats. She ducked around a pillar and came upon a group of men sitting in a circle around a cheerily burning fire. Lilah walked up and dropped into a squat, feeling the welcome warmth on the front of her bare body. The men were rough-looking, most of them bearded, dirty, dressed in layers of ragged old coats and clothes. Several of them acknowledged Lilah's appearance out of the dark with grunts. The man next to Lilah patted her back with a gloved hand and said, "Hi, monster." Lilah replied with a quiet "Rawr."

One of the men was new to the group. As the firelight gleamed on Lilah's tusks and piercings and illuminated the fantastical fu dog tattooed across her face he leapt to his feet, exclaiming "What the fuck?!" His neighbor put a hand on his arm, urging him to sit back down and speaking quietly in his ear. The man's eyes were wide as they took in the naked child, so small next to the men on either side, her eyeballs glowing solid blue in the firelight, pale skin marred with tattoos and metal, the large brass ring depending from her septum and the chrome tusks that distorted her mouth into a permanent snarl. But he resumed his seat on an upturned crate and spoke across the fire to Lilah. "Hullo, monster. Sorry, you startled me."

"'Sokay," Lilah replied. Her voice was a gravelly rasp, incongruous in such a small child, her consonants sloppy and wet from the tusks that prevented her lips from closing. For a while, Lilah simply squatted quietly, her bare feet flat and butt almost touching the cold ground, elbows resting on her knees, listening to the desultory conversation of the men. She took an offered cigarette, inhaling the fragrant tobacco deeply and letting the smoke trickle out her nose. A bottle was passed around. She drank in her turn, sighing as the harsh liquor burned down her throat and made a puddle of radiating warmth in her stomach.

As more wood was added to the fire, one of Lilah's hands stole down to toy with the cheerful red ribbon lacing the six grommet holes punched through her bald labia. She traced the X's the ribbon made and then her fingers reached under it. Lilah shifted her feet as she rubbed a fingertip up and down the furrow beside her clitoris, feeling a different, more urgent warmth bloom. After a few minutes of gently diddling herself, Lilah tugged at the sleeve of the man who had welcomed her to the circle. He bent his head to hers, smiling. "What do you want, monster?"

Lilah answered with one lisped word: "Penith." The two, man and naked child, stood up together and walked away from the fire into the darkness. Lilah slipped her hand into his as he led her around a pile of slag and broken cinderblocks to a shack built from scraps and construction debris. He pulled aside a soiled bedsheet to let Lilah enter first. He switched on a battery-powered lantern and the dim light revealed some meager possessions and a pallet of sheets, cushions, and foam padding on the floor. Without ceremony Lilah flopped down onto it on her back and spread her skinny legs wide. Her mouth curved into a smile that might have looked coquettish without the metal tusks distorting her lips. Her fingers tugged on the ends of the the ribbon at her crotch, slowly undoing the bow knot. When it fell loose, the man's fingers pushed hers aside and he gently unthreaded the ribbon from the top four holes of the six piercing Lilah's labia majora, leaving it through only the two at the very base of her vulva and spreading out the ends to either side. Lilah lifted her butt with her hands so her shoulders, elbows, and heels were touching the pallet. "Lick first!" she demanded.

The man's rough, dirty hands covered hers, boosting her crotch higher in the air as he bent his neck down to meet it. He extended his tongue and swiped it gently across her perineum before pressing it into the tiny opening just above. He nibbled at the tight band of flesh separating her vaginal and anal openings, making her coo and giggle. He pried her lips apart with his thumbs and slurped at her opening, tasting her scant lubrication at the same time as he deposited a generous amount of saliva. But the instant his questing tongue touched Lilah's exposed clitoris she stiffened and jerked as if electrified. "AAAAAA!" she cried. Her legs started shaking violently and she would have collapsed if not for the man supporting her buttocks. "Yeth! Yeth! Yeth!" she moaned and with each cry of pleasure, liquid bubbled from her tiny vagina.

The man lashed his tongue back and forth across Lilah's clit for maybe five minutes as her cries became moans and then exhausted gasps. When finally he lowered her gently to the dirty sheet her tattooed body glowed with perspiration in the dim lamplight. Her skinny limbs flopped loose, but she stared avidly as the man opened his coat and undid his trousers to reveal a thick, uncircumcised erection. As the man bent over her, Lilah inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his heavy, unwashed body odor. She groaned sweetly as he entered her, pushing hard to force his adult girth inside and began thrusting. Her arms went around his neck while her legs bounced up and down with his motion.

Several minutes later, the two walked hand-in-hand back to the fire. Lilah was stumbling a little. Her body was sweaty and there were smears of dirt and grease where the man had touched her. She had removed the ribbon from her cunt and tied it loosely around her neck. Sperm oozed from her stretched opening as she walked. Before they parted the man put his face down to hers and whispered "Thank you." Lilah's arms went around his neck and she pressed her lips to his stubbled cheek. Then he sat back down and accepted a bottle and a gentle fist-bump from his neighbor, but Lilah walked around the group to rest her hands on the shoulders of two men, one quite obese with shaggy brown hair, the other just a little chubby but short and almost bald. The three shared a smile and without a word the men stood and, each taking one of Lilah's hands, led her in a different direction into the dark.

The two men shared just a tiny tent, barely big enough for them to sleep spooned so they only dragged a crusty sleeping bag out and spread it on the ground and Lilah got on her hands and knees in the freezing air. "OH!" she exclaimed as the obese man entered her from behind without ceremony. Then she opened her mouth wide, exposing the bare gums in the front of her mouth between her tusks as the balding man got on his knees and offered his penis on his opened palm. Lilah flipped up the large brass ring piercing her septum so that it lay across the bridge of her button nose, sucked the smegma-streaked cockhead into her mouth, then opened wider as the man surged forward. She choked briefly as the glans butted against her uvula and then she swallowed and the flesh pole slid smoothly into her throat.

The two men found a rhythm easily, one gripping her hips and the other with his hands cupped around the back of her head. Both pushed forward together, spearing the naked child fore and aft and mostly covering her with their much greater bulk. Then they pulled back. One cock slurped as it pulled free of her stretched vagina, her tiny inner lips clinging to it. Lilah gasped and coughed as the other popped out of her gullet and, red-faced, drew a hasty breath before it again plugged her windpipe. But she didn't seem distressed for all that her face gradually went from red to purple and the solid blue of her eyes turned glassy as she blinked them free of sweat and struggled for air. Her grunts and muffled groans were of pleasure, not pain, as the other cock plunged roughly in and out, the man's open zipper slapping against her ass and thighs.

After an unknowable period of pleasure surging back and forth through her tiny frame, the fat man reached under their obscene junction and seized Lilah's clit between thumb and forefinger, tugging and pinching it roughly. Lilah stiffened, screamed around the flesh pole filling her mouth, and collapsed as massive shudders swept through her body. Unable to bear her slight weight, her skinny arms and legs went limp, leaving her supported only by the cocks filling her fore and aft. The one in her mouth dragged free as her head dropped and immediately shot a giant bolus of sperm across the bridge of her nose and up on to her forehead. The cock's owner grabbed her ears and tilted her head so he could cram it back into her toothless mouth. Lilah choked and coughed as she struggled to swallow what felt like a flood tide of semen. The excess ringed her mouth and dripped down her chin. Then heat surged deep in her pussy as she felt the other cock swell and begin discharging its own load of baby batter. It filled her tiny channel and overflowed, squirting out around the tight seal of her stretched labia and running down her thighs.

When Lilah padded back into the firelight she was using her fingers to squeegee off the semen that obscured her facial tattoo, wiping around the metal studs perforating her cheeks, pushing the cooling cum into her mouth and licking her fingers clean. Her sweating body steamed faintly in the frigid air. Her next partner was the new man, the one who had started at her fantastical appearance. He took her standing up, her legs wrapped around her waist and her back scraping up and down against a freezing concrete stanchion as his cockhead butted uncomfortably into her immature cervix. He kissed her hard when he came, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and overwhelming her with the stench of his unwashed body.

Before her night was done, Lilah had fucked every man there. Her body was crusted with dirt and grease, her face and her thighs were sticky with a thick coating of drying semen, her mons was bruised and peppered with heat rash, and she was deliciously limp from almost continuous orgasms. Her legs trembled with exhaustion as she bid goodbye to the group of homeless men and disappeared back into the darkness.

Somehow Lilah found the strength to haul herself up and over the chain-link fence. The dried blood on her thigh reminded her to be extra careful. The freezing wind had stiffened and she staggered as the drying secretions chilled her skin further. A faint lightening in the sky, the very first hint of dawn, hurried her as her bare feet broke the skin of ice on oily puddles over broken pavement. But she smiled to herself as she trudged onward. There were good monsters in the world, she knew now, even if the normal people hated them. It was up to her to make them happy.

When she arrived back at the monster cave she was shivering and her limbs were just too weak to pull herself over the fence. The squeaking gate grew a flaming head and laughed at her as she took the chance of it giving her away. Once inside the yard she shrank into shadow and waited, panting, for any sign of wakefulness inside. Seeing none, she crept to the back door and let herself in. Instead of going upstairs she crept to Karen's bedroom. She banged her shin painfully on the bed frame and limped to the ensuite bathroom. Using a towel already discarded in the hamper and running the water as little as possible, she cleaned the residue of all the night's sexual partners from her prepubescent body. Only then, and after relacing the ribbon through the grommets in her vulva, did she creep back up the stairs and remove the key to her cage from her ass. Using the last of her strength she was able to open her cage and lock herself back inside in absolute quiet. As the sky outside the bedroom window warmed from violet to pale pink, Lilah pushed the key back into her ass, curled up on her dog bed and let the pleasant afterglow of sex carry her down into a deep, psychedelic sleep.