0 comments/ 72303 views/ 18 favorites Bedtime Story 01 By: Louboutins Sexy woman is on the way to hotel to meet her lover and his friend named Alex. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (22 min/mp3) * * * * * Bedtime Story 02 You get cheered up after being called into work Saturday. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (22 min/mp3) * * * * * Bedtime Story * * * * * Click Here to listen. (8.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Having trouble sleeping, again? Me too, I just lie here listening to music, until I fall asleep. Sometimes I tell myself a story, tho. Would you like me to help you... tell you a bedtime story? Okay then, here goes... I want you to lie back, and I'll tell you a story... which may help you to relax, and fall asleep. If you feel like you wanna, oh I dunno, touch yourself as I sometimes do when I fantasize, be my guest. It may even help... Imagine this. Imagine that you're a dark prince, not in the visual sense, but your thoughts are dark. You have a passion and a hunger. The want, the need.... to find the perfect snatch. It is your one desire... you wander often, gripping a huge rod between your legs. You must be relieved. You happen outside my window one night. You're tired, but you are in pain.... you must have release. As you rest, I curiously look out and discover you . I see you caressing your crotch, so anxious to have it relieved, and yet too stubborn to take another step. You remove it from its tight imprisonment, stroking it just barely. Anymore, and you'll cum right there, and it will bring you immense pain. My curiosity grows as I watch you... barely stroking. As your hunger for release grows, so does mine. You're dark like the night, but in persona, you are cautious about any movement, any sound. As you barely stroke, your lips bring forth slight raspy moans. As I watch, I sooo want to be the one to receive your gift. I tiptoe outside, moving closer, that I may see mmmmm, your precious gift.... You're startled as you hear my approach. Your dark cloak covers you as I stare at your pulsating prick. As your eyes run over me, you notice my heaving breasts, running atop a red wine bodice... a beautiful gown, with royal blue petticoats lined in white lace. You especially notice my hard nipples peeping ever so slightly thru the fabric. "Dear girl (you say to me) Might I spend a night in your cottage?" "Why yes, you certainly can." I reply. I lick my lips as I watch your cock rising every so slightly with your breathing. You arise covering yourself, and enter my threshold. Your eyes wander around the room, noticing a comfortable looking chair. As you turn to sit .... I catch a brief glimpse of your cock. It's purple head pulsating . My juicy snatch aches to have it inside me. Like any dark prince recovering from a long journey, you fall into a deep sleep. Minutes after, I watch you, taking glances at your crotch covered by your dark cloak. My pussy moistens as I think of it. " I want to ease your pain.... " I whisper. I carefully kneel in front of you , pulling back your cloak. Your thighs and trousers are open, so as not to bruise your already in pain member. As my fingers touch it, your knees slightly flinch. I reach 'neath my petticoats and stroke my wet and wanting pussy. Mmmm, I moan softly. Carefully, cautiously, I move to place my full lips on my dark prince's painful penis. As my lips barely touch your hard cock, I suddenly feel you yank my hair, pulling me to you! "Fair maiden, you say. I haven't been sucked, fucked, stroked, masturbated or come in a lonnnng time. So if you wish to fellate me, you better do a damn good job." As I stare down at you .... shocked, my first realization was .... you weren't asleep. My second was... I'm reallllly gonna enjoy this! "You won't regret it my prince, I swear to you." As I place my lips on your more than ready penis, I watch your eyes close as you moan in ecstasy. My first move is to lap up the delicious drops of precum oozing out. I lick, suck and kiss your cock to no end. Mmmmm.... As I did so, my fingers fuck my hot hole faster.... rubbing my clit every minute or so.... my petticoats rustling with the rhythm of my movement. I twirl my tongue around your hard pipe, as I suck longer and harder. As I listen to your moans. I knew... both of us would come soon... very soon. Your hot cum bursts forth into my waiting lips... filling them with your creamy goodness. Mmmmmm.... my warm tongue rollls over your huge purple head, I pump myself ever so deep. As I continue to pump, you lift up my chin, my lips wet with your juices, and kiss me, then pull me into your lap. Lifting my petticoats, you run a finger over my wet hole, then slide your cock into me, and begin pumping harder.... we are both only seconds from coming . As you continue to pump, you rip open my bodice and my breasts tumble into your face. You hungrily suck on my nipples .... ohhhhhh! My skirts rustle even harder as you forcefully pump into me. It's time for us to come, my prince. Ohhhh! Come for me .... now! I hope you enjoyed your bedtime story... as did I. Wet dreams! Bedtime Story I have watched you for hours. I have watched as you slept, watched while you bathed, watched as you raged against the hated space I keep between us. I have watched you and grinned to myself, knowing that you are completely unaware of the study I have made of you: your habits, your mood swings, your needs. You believe there is no interest there, no need, no want. Your belief is wrong. One day maybe, I will show you. A thought: You are bound and blindfolded, your blue eyes covered by a red bandana, your soft wrists joined together by a length of black silk rope. I study you, watching as blushes come and go across your pale, pale skin. I am not touching you, only allowing my eyes to traverse the softness laid out before me. I am not touching you with my fingers but I can tell that you are sensitive to my eyes upon your skin. You begin to talk. Stupid, meaningless words that have nothing to do with what I am doing. You are mad at me, mouthing off. Trying to goad me into an action that will leave you feeling like I am responding to you. How are you to know that I already am? Your eyes are covered so you do not see the moisture that graces my skin, the love and lust in my copper brown eyes. "Shut up, Lissa." I don't yell, only murmur, my voice in your ear. Dark chocolate sin in the shell of your ear. I watch the way goose bumps pebble your skin, the way you shiver slightly, as if cold air is blowing against your heat. "Stop trying to piss me off. Just, shut up." You are silent. I know you though, the silence will not last for long. You can not allow me to be in control, not even for a second. It's like a joke to you, a way to poke the sleeping wolf I keep tucked far away from you. Of course, you don't realize just how safe I keep you. From myself, the part of me that I don't allow you to see very often. I abandon you for a minute, knowing that as soon as I move you are going to begin your rambling monologue once more. And you do not disappoint, filling the empty space with babble. I ignore you, instead focusing on the next step of our little soiree. I gather the instruments I want to play with: a feather, a washable marker, a small vibrating egg. Little gifts you don't know I have tucked away in your room; hidden for the express purpose of teasing you mercilessly. "Hush." I leave your room and head to the freezer. I think you may need an ice cube to cool you off. Hell, I may need an ice cube myself before this is all over. Finally, I am done. I can not postpone this any longer. I re-enter your room and grin at you. Of course you can't see me but I know you feel it just the same. Your movements and words stop all at once. You appear to be frozen: a deer trapped by the bright lights of an oncoming car. I approach the bed once more and kneel by your side. You jerk slightly. "Don't worry." This is a whisper against your mouth, said to ease your movements before I capture your bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it gently. At the same time, I trace a line over your skin with the ice cube, starting from the base of your throat and moving slowly downward. I stop kissing you so that I can watch the journey my hand makes. Over that pale plush skin, dipping into your belly button, over your hip bones. "Open for me." Your legs clench tight, tighter. I think you are afraid of my hand dipping down further but I know you. You won't fight it for long, you can't. Finally, you let go. Your legs spread slowly, and my hand glides down to tease the pale pink of you. Coldness, dripping down over juicy, pouting cunt lips. You shiver and I laugh softly, you know that sound, that deep down happy I-wanna-eat-you-all-up giggle. My fingers dip inside your warmth, spreading the coldness around, planting it into your heat. I scoot down further so that my face is level with all the pretty pale pink flesh and suck gently at your clit, once then again. My fingers push the ice upwards, expecting your heat to melt it quickly. You are moving; a slow undulating wave. I know you are not aware of it and it pleases me to see you lost in desire for me, lost in wet heat and soft sex. I turn around and reach for the little silver egg. "Hold still, baby girl." My voice is soft, husky, needy. Can you hear the wanting? I don't know. My hand guides your thighs even further apart with little nudges. When you are spread open like some sweet succulent berry I slip the soft round bullet inside of you and turn it to low. The vibrations are gentle, your reaction is funny to me: stifled moans and soft movements...not sure of what you are responding to. Next the feather. The tip, circling over your flesh. Dipping into the moist crevice, breezing softly over your clit. Your body jerks, harder than I would have thought for such delicate touches. I want to replace the feather with my mouth, but I won't. The night is still young and we have lots of time. Circling, softly, slowly over your outer lips, tracing the wetness of your inner lips, finding the nubbin of too sensitive flesh...circles, soft, slow circles. You are slowly coming apart for me. I can see it in the way you move, hear it in the whispered exhalations, smell it in the scent of you. You want to feel me...not a feather, not a small silver egg. And you will one day. Maybe even tonight. I whisper to you, "What do you want?" No answer. You still don't trust me enough to tell me. Maybe you are still too shy? We have never been in this position before, really. It doesn't matter. Before we are finished you will beg for me to touch you, take you, taste you. I know you will. I can wait. We have all night. The vibrations are beginning to soothe you. I adjust the speed and remove the wet feather from your damp flesh. It smells of you. I move up and to your side and take your right nipple into my mouth. Suckling gently, my mouth surrounds your oh so pale flesh. You strain against my mouth. Wanting to feel my weight holding you down, making you safe, claiming you for my own. But I decided already. No weight until you beg for me. My fingers reach out to pluck the nipple my mouth is not entertaining. You are lost. I know it. The heat of you is burning me up, making me crazy. You moan, low and feral: a kitten in heat, in need. Wanting. Waiting. I turn the egg up to high and watch the blush suffuse your skin. Enjoying your movements against the bonds, against my mouth, against my hand. You will ask soon. I decide to delay it. I stop. I turn the egg back to low and sit up, moving a few inches away. "What do you want?" My voice is soft now, as soft as a warm breath of air on a spring morning. I know you. It's not enough yet. Not enough to make you ask for me, beg for me, cry for me. So I watch for a while. And then I remember the marker. It's red. Do you know that? Red looks so hot against your so pretty flesh. I take the top off and begin to doodle on your breasts. Making pictures of my need. Writing love words on your soft belly. You are calming down now, the low vibrations, the marker, making you feel drowsy. Like the wolf that I am, I wait until you are relaxed and then I strike. My lips to your throat, the egg on high, two fingers gliding down to tug on your clitoris. Your body spasms. It was unexpected. You weren't ready. You bless me with a wordless moan, a sighing keening sound. "Talk to me." My fingers move faster, circling then tugging. My teeth search for soft spots to mark. I want you to tell me what you need, what you want. I think you may be ready soon. Your body is heaving against my mouth, against my hand but still you won't speak. So I stop...everything. I pull the egg out, and turn it off. I move away from your side and get up. Then I move to your couch, to watch you work it through. I want you to talk to me and I won't let you cum until you do. "Michele?" Your voice breaks and I know you are listening for me. I don't answer. I am mad at myself for wanting you to open up, for needing you to share your self with me. "Michele, where are you?" Your head turns. You know you can't see me with that blindfold over your pale blue eyes. I grin and wait. Maybe I will get my wish after all. "Michele, please don't leave me like this." I stand up silently and stroll over to look down at you, lush curves glistening with sweat, pouting lips, puzzled frown. "Please..." It's a whisper but I know that's all you can give to me right now. It's enough. I ease down so that I am stretched out on top of you and then I place the egg between us, nestling it just above your clit. Our bodies are joined: breast to breast, mouth to mouth, cunt to egg to cunt. With a smile I turn it on and grind my pubis down upon it and you. You respond by biting my arm to keep your self from moaning too loudly, I think. I grab your hair and break the bite, still riding the egg, grinding it onto your clit. I can feel you jerking against it and me. Your whispering "no, too much, please" and I am loving the sounds, the need, the heat. I capture your mouth with my own, swallowing the pleas. Still my hips keep circling and pressing down, still I feel you jerking against the pressure, the buzz against your wet, sensitive flesh. I cum then, silently. My wetness pooling downward over that little buzzing egg and onto you. Your body is thrashing and moans are escaping from our kisses. I decide that it's time and I ease back to whisper to you. "Come for me, baby girl." I scoot back and downward to wrap your legs around my head. The egg moves with me. I turn it on high and slip into your heat, your moisture. My lips fasten themselves to your clit and suck for a moment before beginning a steady flicking, up and down. Back and forth. You are whimpering, whispering, crying. The bed is drenched beneath you. Your thighs are gripping and releasing my head. I can smell you, I am bathed in your scent, your taste. Faster. My hand searches for the control to the egg. I tug it out and then use my hand to push it in and out. In rhythm to my tongue flicks, my tongue licks. Soon, I feel your body tighten and then wetness floods out over my hand. You are crying out, and I know that this is love...only love and nothing more. I have you here, beneath me, around me and you are safe and mine if only for this little while. Bedtime Story Once upon a time, there was a girl (of consenting age, of course). This particular time, she was restless. Her dark hair sprawled across her pillow, and her eyelids were closed over her hazel-coloured eyes. But she couldn't sleep. Instead of gentle, peaceful thoughts filling her mind, or even sheep to count, she was experiencing a not displeasing flood of highly erotic visions. Although her body was weary after an exhausting day, her thoughts were having an effect on her body. As her mind turned to a favourite fantasy, recently captured in text by a clever man, the physical effects became hard to ignore.... Her nipples were tightening, sensitive as they brushed against the cotton sheet and duvet under which she snuggled. She was pressing her rear into the firm mattress, as she noted the moisture gathering between her thighs. Her back arching slightly at the thought of that clever, and well-hung, man exploring that wetness with her. Her eyes were closed so that she might focus better on the images in her mind, and the sensations kindling in her body. Her hand beneath the covers, at first chilled against her soft skin, begins a path from hardened nipple to her now wet sex. It was the same path her hand took in the fantasy, as she watched the two men pleasure each other. As her fingertips deftly circle her clitoris, causing her to quietly moan her pleasure, she imagines she is watching the two men who had filled her. In her mind, the images are abstracted, and while she watches them, she can also feel their hands on her warm body. As her arousal reaches fever-pitch, the girl throws back the covers on her bed, the chill of the room on her sensitised skin only adding to the multitude of sensations pouring through her, as her hand works harder and faster, fingers dipping insider her body momentarily, only to withdraw, and begin again. Deeper and deeper she tries to take her fingers, all the time imagining it is his hand, and then his exquisite cock driving into her. All thoughts of the merry threesome are abandoned now, and she focuses just on him. She is lying there, exposed on the bed, one hand running frantically over her body, wherever it might go. The other hand continues to alternately pleasure her clit, and delve into her now practically dripping cunt. In her mind, however, things are a little different. He is adjusting her position, again thrusting deep inside her. His hands are on her ass, cradling her for his sensual assault. Her head is tossing against the pillow, and the air is filled with moans and the wicked words they are uttering, spurring them both on. He is watching her every expression, the bounce of her breasts as they move together, murmuring how much he loves to watch her lose herself in the pleasure he gives her. The girl rolls on the bed, shifting to her knees, and in her mind she is now above him. Straddling his hips, she sinks slowly onto his powerful erection, just as her fingers continue to plunder her cunt. She is rocking back and forth, just as she does in her fantasy. As her heavy breasts scrape against the cotton sheets beneath her, she imagines his hands cupping her breasts as she rides him, squeezing, massaging both gently and firmly. Each movement of her body excites her more. Her hips are now moving urgently against the hand with which she pleasures herself, just as she sees herself bucking against his body. Her room is filled with the sound of her pleasure-soaked moans, and the smell of her intense arousal. The hands with which she skilfully fucks herself, in her mind they roam over his naked chest, fingertips scratching slightly. She bends her head to suck on his nipple, as he lifts his hips quickly, strongly, bringing her orgasm that much closer. His hands are on her hips now, lifting her, pulling her closer. His voice is hoarse as he tells her how close his, how badly he wants to come inside her. She is close too, but much less eloquent. Where once she was so verbal, she now only moans and whimpers, louder and louder as she reaches her peak. Working through her pleasure, she continues to move on him, smiling as she observes the intense passion in his eyes as he loses control. And in reality, too, her movements continue, and her pleasure only increases. Each touch to her now ultra-sensitive clit causes her glistening body to shiver with pleasure. And soon, she drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, filled with only pleasurable dreams. Bedtime Story Many thanks to sweet_mahogany and wickedinside for editing and improving this story. * Nicu was a hardworking dwarf, content with his life. The only thing that made him unhappy was the evil queen. Her name was Oana, but he was not angry at her for throwing him around. That was part of their act. Nicu had learned to live with humiliation early in life. His father toughened him up as much as he could, and he grew strong and learned to fight like men twice his size. Often that still wasn't enough. The cruel tormenting by schoolmates put a chip on his shoulder until he was a teenager. One day, he decided that he wasn't happy being unhappy all the time and decided he would change his attitude. In high school, he found one girl who appreciated him, and once she got to know him, she gave up all the other boys she had been fooling around with to focus completely on Nicu. They explored sex on the Internet together and tried everything they came across, no matter how bizarre. When her family moved away, both of them wanted to die like Romeo and Juliet. Nicu was left with a tremendous sex drive but no place to direct it. He began to get involved in athletics, mostly gymnastics, and he performed well enough to win a few small tournaments. It was at one of the contests that a circus owner approached him. Nicu was horrified and turned him down flat, but when he graduated from high school, he found out that he didn't have many opportunities in his impoverished country. He had no money for college, and the circus job paid more than double that of any other position he had applied for. He called the owner, and in a week he was on the road. He realized that he would probably spend the rest of his life in the circus. Sometimes, there were other dwarves in the company. Whenever there was a dwarf woman, life was good, because they became friends, and often lovers. He just had to be careful, because their bodies were not built for the package he possessed. A couple of them nearly fainted the first time they saw him naked. But mostly, it was a one-dwarf show. He learned to become a good clown and was often a key player in the comedy skits. He also approached other acts, and soon he had so many small roles that he was in one of the three rings almost all night. That was how he liked it. He wanted to be as busy as possible to keep his mind off sex. Even so, he had to masturbate at least twice a day while thinking of his high school girlfriend to keep his nerves steady. He was ashamed of himself and was sure Oana and the others would think he was pathetic if they knew. The highlight of each shows was a skit with Oana, who was one of the trapeze artists. She was tall, about 6 feet 4, and muscular but not masculine looking. In fact, she was strikingly beautiful and had a voluptuous body, with large firm breasts and a butt like a bowling ball. She did solo contortions and then flew over the crowd with the other trapeze artists wearing an outfit that looked like it had been painted on her. When she was in action, every man's eyes were glued on her, and she knew it. In their comedy skit, Oana was an evil queen from the popular fairytale. Unlike the cartoon though, she hadn't turned herself into a hag for the performance. She would wear a crown over her long hair that had been piled high into an elegant royal hairdo. Her skimpy, ragged costume didn't hide her curves. Nicu was dressed as one of the seven dwarves. She had a shiny red apple and knocked at his cottage door looking for the princess. It was a broad pantomime. He was uncooperative and made fun of her. The comedy was simple enough to get big laughs from the children, with a few double meanings that they didn't understand but their parents appreciated. Everything was family friendly. She would get angrier throughout the skit. Finally, she would pick him up and throw him across the ring, and the audience would go wild, especially the children. He wouldn't get hurt, because he would land in a strategically placed pit full of loose straw, and he had lots of padding under his clothes to protect him. Plus he had learned how to fall from his days in competition. As the audience screamed or laughed or both, he would jump right up and go back to tormenting her. The next time she would throw him even further. Then on the third toss, he would do a couple of funny flips in mid-air, land on his feet and run out of the tent to the applause of the audience. She would stalk out after him. At first, he hated the act, but after a few weeks, he applied his positive outlook, and soon he was working on ways to make it funnier while achieving more daring moves during the final toss. The hardest part was getting Oana to work with him. She didn't put herself out for anyone. Every man in the circus and the audience was panting for her, and she played the prima donna. She also had a nasty sense of humor and never enjoyed herself more than when she was tormenting or humiliating someone. One night, he was sitting next to her at the late dinner after the show, and he pleaded with her for some time the next day to rehearse one of his new ideas. She turned her back and ignored him, but he persisted. She got irritated and turned to him and lifted him out of his chair with her strong arms and pulled him to her. As she did this, she pulled back the robe she was wearing and exposed one of her breasts. While holding him tight with one arm, she grabbed his head and pressed his mouth to her nipple. "Is baby a little Grumpy tonight," she said loudly as he struggled to get away from her. "Or maybe he's a little Bashful." The circus performers roared at her jokes and his red face as he struggled at her naked breast. Finally, she let him go, and he dropped to the floor and ran out of the room to more laughter. He went to his wagon and fumed. It wasn't the worst humiliation of his life, even though it happened in front of his fellow performers, but it was the final straw. He knew there were other circuses traveling the same East European countries as his. With his skills and ideas, he was confident he could get another job. He might even find a woman for himself in one of them. It couldn't be any worse than this. The next morning, he went to the circus manager and resigned. The manager was shocked and asked him why. Nicu said he wanted to look for more challenges. The manager told him the dwarf throwing act was an audience favorite and offered to increase his salary. Even though the manager upped the amount three times, Nicu wouldn't budge. He told the manager he would stay on for two weeks so a replacement dwarf could be found. A couple of hours later, there was a loud knocking on his door, and he heard someone crying outside. He opened the door and looked up to see Oana towering over him, her body shaking as she wept. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Nicu," she said. "I was just having fun with you. How could you do this to me?" "I didn't do anything to you," he said. "What are you talking about?" "You told the boss about last night, and he fired me," she said. "You know what he said to me? He said he could find a good-looking slut like me in any village that he could train on the trapeze. He said that the only reason he put up with me was because I worked so well with you. Why did you tell him about last night?" "I didn't tell him anything about last night," Nicu said, "but I quit this morning, and he must have talked to some people who were there." "Please change your mind, Nicu," she said. "If I'm fired, other circuses will be suspicious. I can't bear to go back to my village in disgrace. I'm really not a bad person. I even like you." "You're not a good liar, Oana," he said. "I'm not going to miss how you tormented me. You're the evil queen every time we are together, whether we are doing our act or not." She stopped crying to listen to him, but now she burst into tears again. "But you don't understand, Nicu," she said. "When I was growing up, I was the ugly duckling. All the girls and boys picked on me. It wasn't until I was 18 that my body and face became what you see now. I took revenge on everyone in my village, but I know that if I didn't have these looks, people would still be treating me like they used to. That's why I despise people." "Don't give me your pitiful story, Oana," he said. "I have no sympathy. Look at me! I don't care what you went through. It's nothing compared to what I went through, and what I'll go through for the rest of my life. Now get out of here. You make me sick." He slammed the door in her face. The following week, he didn't see her after the show. She went straight to her wagon. All the other performers told him they were sorry to see him go, and he enjoyed the late dinners without her there. Then one night, after the evil queen stalked out of the tent, she ran up to him. "Stop, Nicu," she demanded. "I need to talk to you. Can you come to my trailer later?" "Oh no," he said. "I would love to do what you're suggesting, but it's too late to change my mind now, my evil queen. Don't be so disappointed, though. I thought of something for you." "What?" she asked. "Well, even if you don't get another job in a circus," he said, "with your body, you can make plenty of money in porn. I'll look forward to seeing you on the Internet." Oana began crying. "You are the evil one, Nicu," she said. "OK, we don't have to go to my trailer, but I need to talk to you. Wherever you want to talk is fine with me." When Nicu walked to the edge of the forest around the clearing where the circus tents had been raised, he saw that Oana was sitting on a folding chair from her wagon and had brought another for him. As soon as he sat down, she began talking. "I've been out of my mind this past week, Nicu," Oana said. "I know you'd love to see me abused by men on the Internet. I may be evil, but I could never hate someone enough to wish that on them." "I'm sorry," said Nicu. "I don't know why I said that. I guess I just wanted to hurt your feelings. I don't really care if you believe me, but I'm not that much of a monster. I really don't wish you any harm, Oana. Please believe me. Let's not part this way." That stopped her. She looked at him, and he saw she was trying to decide what to say next. "Nicu, I'm going to be honest with you," she said. "I was hoping that you were a monster. I was hoping that you hated me so much that you would want to degrade me and hurt me. I tried to remember all the things I've done to you in the last couple of years, and I wrote them down. I'm ready to read them to you now so you will hate me even more." "Why?" he asked. "Because, it's the only thing I could think of to get you to help me," she said. "I just can't lose this job. I know if I do, it will end badly. I may even end up selling myself like you said. So you have to stay, and I am prepared to do anything to make you change your mind. "So here is my offer. I am ready to submit to you. You will have all the revenge you can ever dream of. You can do whatever you want to me. I'll let you put me in chains so you could even cut me into pieces if you want. I hope you won't do that, but you can whip me until I'm scarred, you can humiliate me in front of the others. Because I am an acrobat, I can perform disgusting sexual tricks with you, or I can do them with others for your amusement. You can mortify my flesh and my mind. Whatever you decide, I'd like you to do it just one time. But I'm willing to negotiate. Maybe I'll do it more than once, maybe regularly. I know you have no pity for me, but I'm really scared to go back to my village. "No matter what you do to me, Nicu, I swear that from now on, you will get nothing but respect from me, and I'll take on anyone who tries to mistreat you. And I'll be grateful forever, even though you can't stand the sight of me." "I'm sorry, Oana," he said, "I'm not going to become as evil as you are just so you can save your job. I think you've been reading my mind, because I've fantasized doing horrible things to you. The difference between you and me is that I think those thoughts, but I would never act on them." "But there must be something I can do," she said. "I'm willing to do anything, no matter how disgusting or painful." "You know the problem with that," he said. "No matter what I would ask you to do, it still wouldn't make you respect me." "Oh yes!" she said. "I promise." "You can promise all you want, Oana," he said. "You will always know that you gave in to me. Respect has to be earned. Is there a way to do that? I don't know, but you've done one thing tonight. You've made me have second thoughts about running away from you, instead of dealing with you directly. I haven't changed my mind, but I'm going to give this some thought." "Nicu, I beg you," she pleaded. "You've just given me a ray of hope. But there are only a few days left before my life is over. Please hurry." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and stood up. He rubbed his cheek and stood up too. He watched her beautiful body as it walked away from him carrying the chairs. That night, he noticed that she seemed more animated than usual, and the act was razor sharp. Afterward, he complimented her. "It's because you gave me hope," she said. "I didn't tell you, but I've been thinking about our act. You have so many good ideas, but I never wanted to be bothered. Now I realize what we have together and how valuable it could become for both of us. Even though you hate me, I am willing to work on it. You're right that we should take more advantage of the comic possibilities of your size and my shape and eventually get rid of the dwarf throwing. I know you think I'm just saying that because I'm desperate, but I'm telling you the truth. One day, I hope to earn your trust." He didn't reply, but on the way back to his wagon, he began thinking, and he was up late into the night writing things down on paper, crossing them out, and then writing more things. A few days later, after breakfast, he knocked on her door. Her reply wasn't friendly until she opened the door and saw him. "Hello, Nicu," she said in a cheerful voice. "I'm glad to see you." I bet you are, he thought, but to her he said, "May I come in?" "Of course," she said. "Please excuse the mess." He looked around and noticed that her wagon was spotlessly clean and tastefully furnished. "Please sit down here. May I make you a cup of coffee?" "Thanks," he said. "Do you have some time to talk right now, or should I come back another time?" "For you, I have time," she said. "What's on your mind?" He saw her eyes were gleaming, and she was trying to control the excitement in her voice. "I wanted to tell you some things I've been thinking about," he said. "I hope I've inspired you to create some really horrible ways to get your revenge," she said. "I can't wait to hear how you're going to make me suffer for what I did to you." "That's why I'm here," he said. "I think I've come up with something that might work for us. Stop -- what are you doing?" "Oh, you beautiful man," she said as she jumped onto his lap, grabbed his face and smothered it with kisses. "I knew you were better than me. I don't care what awful things you do. Whip me. Make me bleed, make me scream until my lungs burn. I deserve it all. Let's go to the boss right now and tell him you're not leaving after tonight's show." "Not so fast, Oana," he said, pushing her off of him. "First of all, I'm not saying anything to the boss until I'm finished with you. I don't trust you at all. So be quiet and let me tell you what I thought of. You're not going to like it." "Of course, I will," she said in a disappointed tone as she sat down across from the table. "What I'm demanding from you is a contest," he said. "I know you think you're smarter and stronger than me. Now I'm going to have my chance to prove you aren't. Of course, I'll have to take a big risk to do this, and I will be even more humiliated if I lose the contest, but that's what will make my victory even sweeter. "Today is my last day, so the contest will take place in the big performance tent tomorrow night, because it's Monday, and the circus is dark. It will be in front of everyone in the circus who wants to come, except no children will be allowed. I think almost everyone else will be there. It will be a battle of wits and strength. It will start just like our skit starts, with you as the queen in your disguise and me as one of the fairytale dwarves. But this time, we'll be fighting for real. "To win and make me stay here and work with you, you have to throw me three times, just like you do in our skit. But this time, I'm not going to be cooperating. Instead, I'm going to attack you -- not violently, but sexually. I will do some disgusting things to you for up to two hours while everybody watches. You can try to fight me all you want, but I will keep coming at you until you throw me for the third time, or I'm satisfied or time is up, whichever comes first." Oana listened to him intently. When he finished, she said, "Nicu, I don't understand. Did you just say that all I had to do to keep you from leaving is throw you three times? I do that every night." "But this will be different, Oana," he said, "I won't be cooperating like I do in our act. I'll be humiliating you in front of everyone." "How will you do that?" she asked. "I'm much stronger than you are. You're a dwarf, and I'm a big, strong trapeze artist." "That seals it," said Nicu. "I know that's what you think, Oana, and I'm going to pound that out of you with my whole body, especially my penis." She still seemed confused. "But Nicu, you are a dwarf," she said. "I am a big woman. I know I can find ways to pleasure you, but your thing is too small to make me feel much, no matter what you do with it. It's not your fault, Nicu, but as soon as you undress, everyone will laugh at you. Won't that make you feel worse?" I've got a surprise for you, Oana, he thought, but he said, "Yes, I could be humiliated, but my plan is to humiliate you and then leave the next day. I'm not interested in discussing this further. Just tell me whether you agree to the contest, or do I go ahead with my plans?" "I trust you a lot, Nicu," she said, "but I know men. If we have this contest of yours and I beat you, you won't keep your word, because you will be angry about your humiliation. And every time someone in the circus looks at you, you will know they saw what I did to you. So even though I destroy you, I will still lose, because no man can handle such humiliation every day. "But if I let you win, I still lose, because then you win the right to leave." "That's right, Oana," he said, spitting out his words. "You said exactly what I thought you would say. Since no one will know about our agreement except you and me, that's the kind of trick I could pull on you to get my revenge. That's the kind of thing you would do. I know how your mind works. "In the years, we've worked together, you've never bothered to get to know me. So you're thinking I hate you enough to do something like that. You think you can beat me in a fight, but until tomorrow night, you won't know whether I'll keep my word and stay if you win. "But I know what you're going to decide. You're Oana, the evil queen. You think everyone is as evil as you. So in the end, you'll decide that I'm going to cheat you and leave, and you'll hate me so much that you will take your last chance to hurt and humiliate me. And that's what I want. Come at me with everything you have, Oana." "Or I won't participate in your stupid game," she said with a sneer on her face. "Oh yes you will," he said. "Because you have no other choice. If you don't do this, you will never know whether I would have betrayed you or not." Bedtime Story Oana was silent for a minute. "So after I throw you three times, you will have to stay," she said. "You make it easy for me." "Sure, keep thinking it will be easy, Oana," he said. "So do you agree or not?" "Yes, yes," she said. "I agree. You've trapped me. You've given me false hope. I know you're going to cheat me, because of what I've done to you. But you're right. I have no choice, so yes, I agree. If I'm going back to my village in humiliation, I may as well enjoy tormenting you one more time. Maybe I can do a few things that will make you remember me, Nicu." "Bring it on, Oana!" he said as he walked out her door. Nearly the entire cast and all the circus workers showed up the next night. A couple of them hadn't heard that the show was for adults only and were told to take their kids to the babysitting area that had been set up in a smaller tent. Nicu had the workers fill one ring so high with straw that it overflowed. On top of the straw, he had set up the prop from their act, the dwarf's cottage. The four-piece circus band was there and he huddled with them to tell them what he wanted them to do. He was dressed in his fairytale dwarf outfit and standing in front of the cottage when Oana made a slow, regal entrance from one of the aisles, carrying a large, shiny red apple on a plush cushion. The band began playing royal processional music, and the audience cheered. He motioned for his friend, Giselle, one of the other trapeze artists, to bring him the ringmaster's microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "As you all know, I'm leaving the company. I've had a wonderful time with you, and I want to thank those of you who have been kind to me. Let's keep in touch. "Oana has agreed to do our act one more time, just for you. It's a more adult version of our act than you've ever seen before. We hope you enjoy the show. Maestro!" The music for their act began. During their act, the bandleader would cue the musicians to play different short bits to highlight the humorous action. Nicu told the bandleader that he could improvise as usual tonight, but there were a couple of things he wanted them to play when he signaled them. "You didn't say anything about staying here in your speech, you bastard," she hissed at him as they began to pantomime their argument. "You knew I wouldn't, you bitch," he hissed back. She lunged at him, but he jumped back. Then he lunged at her, reaching inside her rags and got a surprise. He heard her laugh. "I came prepared," she said, "so prepare to lose." Instead of her rag costume, she had on the trapeze costume that was molded to her skin. He stepped back and dodged her as she jumped at him. She fell into the thick straw, and he jumped on top of her and moved his hands all over her body as quickly as he could before she jumped up and shook him off like he was a fly on a horse. But his exploration was successful. He found there was a hidden zipper on her outfit that started at her neck and ended just above her buttocks. By now, the audience realized what was going on -- that this was a grudge match -- and they were all cheering for him. It seemed to make her angrier, and she laughed when she was able to grab his outfit and pull him to her. As she clutched him, she didn't see his long arms go around her, under the rags and up her back until his hands found the end of the hidden zipper. He pulled on it, and it came down smoothly, but only about a foot because she was now holding him in the air, trying to get him high enough to throw. He used his strong arms to pull at hers until he pried one of them free, and then he twisted so her other hand dropped him. As he fell to the straw, he pulled the zipper straight down. She realized what he was doing, and she turned and tried to reach behind her to pull it up again, but he jumped up and reached to her neck and with his strong hands peeled the costume off her shoulders and ripped it down her body. Her huge breasts popped out, and the audience cheered. Oana stopped fiddling with the zipper. She knew it was too late for that. "You little bastard," she hissed. "You'll pay for that." She easily grabbed him again and started to lift him, but as she did, she felt pain between her legs. She looked down and saw that he had grabbed the narrow strip of material that ran from front to back, until it became thin enough so her butt cheeks were squeezed out of both sides of her costume. As she pulled him up, he was pulling it up. She dropped him and he fell back on his head and let go of her costume for a second, but then he bounced back up and reached toward her crotch again. She jumped back and began circling him. He kept lunging for her costume between her legs, and when he could grab it, he pulled it toward him and dug his fingers into it. The material stretched as she pulled back, and he pulled it out until it was thin enough to almost see through, but then she would twist and spin away from him. Finally, she saw her opening. He didn't move quickly enough, and she was behind him. She quickly grasped him and lifted him up in the air and threw him with all her might. He flew across the ring and landed on his back in the straw and quickly jumped up laughing and pointing. She looked down and saw that he must have held onto the material between her legs as she threw him, and her own strength had ripped it apart before he let it go. The costume was now flapping around her exposed crotch. The audience was laughing and cheering as the band improvised the sounds of material being torn. She was furious. "Before I throw you again, they're going to see something that will make them laugh even harder," she hissed as she got close to him. He was now dancing around her, trying to avoid her grasp while reaching his long arms in and trying to pull at her costume. She pretended to lunge at him, and tried to guess which way he would move to avoid her. After a few misses, she was finally able to grab onto his costume pants under his patched dwarf shirt. He wore a belt on top of the shirt, but it was just for decoration. The pants were held up by elastic, and she easily pulled them down to his ankles and then quickly ripped them off, sending him flying onto the straw. That's when she and the audience discovered he wasn't wearing any underwear and they found out the secret that had been hiding down his pants leg. Oana and every woman in the audience screamed together. It wasn't just that it was at least 9 or 10 inches long, and not even aroused. It wasn't that it looked as thick as a fire hose. What was startling, was the contrast between the thing hanging between Nicu's legs and his little fireplug of a body. When his knees were bent, it almost touched the straw. While Oana was staring in shock, Nicu went at her trapeze costume, pulled it down to her ankles and then did the same thing she had just done to him. He pulled it away so hard that she went flying onto her back. He flew with her, landing hard on her stomach and knocking the breath out of her. He leaned forward and put his mouth by her ear. "I hope you're ready, bitch," he whispered, "because my snake is going to crawl into every hole you have." Then he began bouncing. He rolled off her, crouched down and jumped as high as he could, lifting his legs as he did, and then he slammed down on top of her belly. She tried to move away from him, but by the third time he landed on her, she was breathless, and her efforts grew weaker as he continued. When he saw that she was gasping for air and didn't move anymore, he stopped. Quickly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and then started pushing straw underneath her. He pushed more and more beneath her belly until there was a growing mound that was raising her naked rear high into the air. The activity must have excited him, because the audience was abuzz as they saw his penis getting harder and higher and thicker. Finally, he stopped and surveyed his little mountain with Oana's beautiful butt draped across its summit. He turned to the audience and smiled as he gave his huge pole a couple of strokes. Then he began climbing the mountain. Oana lay with her eyes closed, but when he climbed up and began to mount her from behind, her eyes opened wide. He stopped and yelled, "Giselle!" She came running to him and handed him something and then she ran away. He leaned down and whispered into Oana's ear, "You aren't all that excited about how deeply I'm about to love you, my dear. But don't worry. I brought lots of lube to make it easier for you. Do you feel it squirting in now? Get ready to go to work." She tried to move, but she was still out of breath. Only her head moved, lifting up, turning to the left and right. She saw him raise his hand as if he was going to spank her, but he didn't. Instead, he was signaling for the band to play something. She heard the dit-dit-dit staccato beginning of a familiar song as Nicu slowly pushed into her vagina. The lubricant smoothed the way, but his cock was so thick that her body took a while to adjust as it rubbed and stretched her insides. He was going deeper than any man had ever gone inside her, and it felt strange. The dit-dit-dit music was continuing. She knew the song, and when the chorus came, she was sure she would recognize it. She felt so strange listening to it as his huge cylinder crawled deeper into her. Finally, it was all the way in, and Nicu paused for a moment. Then he began moving slowly in and out of her. Even with the lube, his thick hose was causing some discomfort. Strangely, it was also arousing her, and she found herself responding. She heard the musicians reach the chorus. She recognized it, but she still couldn't place it. Nicu began moving faster, and she winced as he pulled almost all the way out and then plunged in until his testicles were bouncing against her rear. He got to where he was moving in time with the music, and she found herself moving in time with him. Then he began singing the song as he slammed in and out of her. "Hi-ho, it's off to work we go," he sang. He knew all the words to the song, and he kept singing as he ravaged her. Something strange was happening to her. The song filled her head, and she felt her whole body in tune with it and with its rhythm, the same rhythm Nicu used on her as all those people watched. And then it happened. Her body exploded into a million pieces. At least that's how it felt to her. Nicu never stopped the rhythm and never stopped singing. The song, his penis and her body were all part of her explosion, and they were driving her crazy as multiple orgasms washed over her. Then she collapsed, and Nicu stopped singing and pulled out of her, waving his flagpole as the audience cheered. The band stopped, too, and switched to another number. She recognized it immediately: "Nobody Does It Better." "Either you are the greatest actress in history or you had a few orgasms just now," whispered Nicu into her ear. "Enjoy them, because I don't think the rest will be as much fun." She just wanted to lie there and bask in the afterglow, but Nicu yelled for Giselle. Then, her head shot up as she felt something enter her anus and begin squirting. It seemed like a gallon of lube was being injected into her ass, and she felt all slimy inside as she was trying to lean back to throw him off of her and stand up. But she was exhausted from the orgasms, and before she could do anything, he had climbed a step higher on the mountain and lowered his thick staff until it was touching her anus. Her legs were spread wide across the pile of straw. As he began pushing, she heard the tic-tic-tic music again. The band was playing the same song as he broke her resistance and forced his way into her anus. Before there had been some pleasure, but this time there was nothing but pain and disgust. She tried to move and dislodge him, but he moved with her and kept going deeper. Finally, he could go no further. She felt awful. The musicians began playing the chorus as he slowly started to move in and out of her. His little body was holding her like he was hugging a tree and pushing his thing into a knothole. He caught up to the rapid rhythm of the song and began singing in the same rhythm as his tool was stretching and ravaging her. "Hi-ho, hi-ho," he sang as he went through the entire song again and again. She screamed with pain as he sang. This time her body didn't join with his. He was tearing her up inside. She tried to adjust, but she couldn't. She heard the band and the sounds of the audience cheering him on, and she put down her head and began sobbing uncontrollably. She felt him start to move faster than the music, and it hurt even more. She couldn't take any more of this. She had to get free, but how? She decided she would help him finish faster, and she noticed his surprise when she started moving to meet him. It pushed him even deeper into her and was more painful than before, but she heard him start to pant and felt his movements become more erratic. Within a minute, he slammed into her and stayed there. She felt him erupt inside her. He had filled her up, and though she was large, she wasn't large enough for all the lube and semen, because she felt some of the mixture squeezing out around his penis. She was thinking and gathering her strength. If she could get free, she knew she could grab him by the balls and squeeze so hard he would be helpless. Then she could toss him quickly a couple of times and at least save her job -- that is, if he didn't betray her. From deep in her colon all the way to her anus, she was in such pain that she could barely think. Then she felt him loosening inside her. This was her chance. She gathered her strength and took a deep breath. Quickly she slid back down the mound of straw and jumped to her feet. Nicu fell off of her and landed behind her. She turned quickly and bent down. She saw his slimy penis and balls, coated with what had been inside her. It almost made her sick, but she focused on reaching for his testes. They were coated with lube now and slippery. As Nicu realized what she wanted to do, he grabbed her arm with both his hands and pulled it violently. His testicles slipped out of her grasp as she came flying toward him. He quickly jumped on top of her. She was again face down on the straw. After bouncing on her a couple of times, he jumped off and went to her side and put both arms underneath her. He lifted them together and quickly rolled her over onto her back, then sat on her stomach facing her feet and bounced until he saw that she was ready to pass out again. He slid down her body toward her feet until he could reach her long legs. She had been kicking them and trying to get away from him, but now they were extended and lying flat. She was too exhausted to move them. He curled one of his arms around each thigh and pulled them back, lifting them straight up in the air. He slowly began sliding back on her body and pulling her legs with him. He slid across her stomach and onto her large breasts, squeezing them against her chest. Then he slid onto her face. He felt her head move suddenly as she yelled at him, and he looked down. "Sorry," he said as he moved his ass off her face. Her feet were behind her head now and her legs were parallel to her body and right above the two of them. Pulling them back had lifted her ass high in the air. He quickly pushed down on her legs as he rose up in a squat and moved forward. When he sat down again, her legs were under him. He was sitting on her thighs, pushing them against her breasts. Her body was almost bent in two, and her rear was in the air facing him. He yelled for Giselle, and a few minutes later, Oana felt him squirting more lube into her, this time into both her vagina and her anus. Then she heard the dit-dit-dit part of the song again. She felt his fingers in her vagina moving in time to the music, but then she felt something strange. The fingers were still moving to the rhythm, but they were thicker. As the fourth finger moved into her, she realized what was going on and she began screaming. After a second she stopped, because he had moved his butt back and his anus was now covering her mouth. She felt like she was was going to suffocate. Nicu leaned over to the side so her eyes could see his face. "I want to hear the music," he said. "You can say or do anything you want, but don't drown it out or else you're going to be talking into my asshole until I've finished. I'm moving off your mouth now, but you won't get a second chance." When he started pushing his hand into her, she shrieked but quickly controlled herself. She focused on breathing slowly, but she couldn't help breathing with the rhythm of the band as he began pushing his whole hand in and then pulling it out in time to the song. The whole audience was now singing the song and laughing at her as her body moved out of control trying to deal with his hand moving in and out of her. Nicu held up his other hand, and the band stopped. He left his first hand inside her. It was pushed in past his wrist. Then came the dit-dit-dit again, and she felt a finger enter her anus, then quickly two and three, as she cried out a loud 'No!" and then "Please, Nicu!" Her anus had been stretched enough by his pole that he was able to force three fingers inside. Then she felt the fourth enter and everything began to push in and out of her, the hand in her vagina and the four fingers in her anus. She couldn't keep herself from gasping and shrieking from the pain now, but he didn't try to silence her. She tried to steel herself for the pain that would come, when his whole hand would be forced into her anus, and she was surprised when he slowly pulled his hand from her vagina and the four fingers from her anus. She felt him leaning over, and then she heard loud cheering and whistling from the audience. She looked up, and in his right hand, which was extended above his head, he held the large, shining red apple. "No!" she screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw it. The band resumed playing the song, and in a second, she felt something enormous being pushed between her rear cheeks. As he slowly pushed the apple into her anus, she tried to scream again, but she was in too much pain to do more than sob and pant faster and faster. She tried to open herself wider, but she couldn't. The pain grew more intense as Nicu pushed slowly but insistently. She was going to pass out from the pain. Then she heard a sucking noise, and the intense pain gave way to a dull pain that felt like it was radiating from her crotch through every cell of her body. The apple was buried inside her, and her body was trying to expel it, but it couldn't. She was moving around crazily and slamming her head against the straw. Her eyes were wild, and her face was twisted. She heard Nicu's voice in her ear. He had gotten off of her and was kneeling by her side as her body thrashed around on the straw trying to push out the apple. He was trying to be calm, but he sounded nervous. "Are you all right?" he said. "You bastard," she said quietly. She tried to spit in his face, but she didn't have the strength. "Listen to me," he said. "I could reach in there, but I think that might cause tearing. The best thing to do is for you to stand up on the straw and squat down as low as you can, Then push like when you're on a camping trip." "I'm not going to do that in front of all these people," she hissed. "I'd rather die." "I'll hold you if you like," he said. "I know what it will look like, but that's the easiest way. Would you rather have me pull it out? Or I can get a knife and cut it into pieces inside you, but I'm scared about trying that." "No, you're right," she said. "OK, please help me up." He lifted her off the straw and supported her while she stood up. Then she began squatting slowly while he held her. There was some noise from the audience, and she stopped. He waved a hand up and down at them to signal them to be quiet. The only sounds now was her crying and grunting as she slowly lowered her body. When she was squatting about two feet off the ground, Nicu said, "I'll hold you and keep you balanced while you spread your legs as wide as you can. You're already open so wide that I can see the red apple starting to come out. Bedtime Story After she spread her legs, he said, "Now lean forward and grab your knees and push. I'll keep supporting you." She had her back to the audience and her rear was sticking up behind her as she leaned down and he held her steady around her waist. She began contracting her anal muscles and the apple started to stretch her. She stopped to take a breath, and it was sucked inside her again. "Easy does it," said Nicu. "Instead of holding your breath, try to breathe out in little pants and don't stop pushing." He began breathing out to show her, and she tried to imitate him. She pushed and panted and screamed and pushed and felt her insides stretching again and the unbearable pain coming back. But she kept going and finally with a huge splat, it shot from her body. She was almost bent in two, and it traveled a short distance in the air before falling onto the straw. She heard cheers. Then she collapsed onto the straw and lost consciousness. She awoke a few seconds later to thunderous applause and the band playing "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here." She was barely able to open her eyes. She saw Nicu was standing over her. When he knelt down and leaned over to her ear, she asked him to repeat what he said twice. "That was great, Oana," he said. "Even though I've won tonight, I'm going to give you one more chance. It's going to be hard, but this is it, if you want it." He stood up and asked for Giselle to bring him the microphone. "Thank you all for coming," he said. "This has been such a wonderful experience for me that I hate to leave you. I know it will be hard to find friends like you somewhere else and also an amazing partner like Oana, who's such a good sport. She told me a few days ago she really wants me to stay, and just now, she said that if I chang my mind and stay, she will sit here and eat the poisonous apple that will make her fall asleep, never to wake until love's first kiss. She said she'd eat it down to the core while we watched. I'm talking about the apple there on the straw." The audience gasped. "Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Can you believe that she would do that just so I would stay? What do you think? Should I let her eat it? Does anyone else want me to stay?" The applause and cheering rose to a crescendo before he lifted his arm. "OK," he said. "I'll do it. But maybe Oana will change her mind and be glad to see the last of me. I can tell you that I wouldn't do this if I were in her place. I'm not going to say anything now. Let's see what she does." He bent down and looked at her. Her eyes were lightning bolts of anger, and her mouth was curled in rage. He smiled at her and walked over to where the apple had landed and bent down to inspect it. Then he raised his head and held his nose with his fingers as the audience laughed. Gagging sounds came out of her mouth. Everyone saw that she was trying hard to keep from heaving. She began gulping for air, and her body was squirming wildly. It looked like she was moving away from the apple. The audience was holding its breath. Nicu went over to her and leaned down and whispered to her. "The audience didn't see that while I was inspecting the apple, I wiped it hard in the straw a few times and also against my pants leg," he said. "I don't think there's anything on it." The next two minutes were silent, except for more gagging sounds and the rustling of the straw as she squirmed. Then Nicu stood up and spoke into the microphone again. "I guess she can't do it," he said. "Don't be angry at Oana. I'm sure she wanted to, but you can see how nauseous she is, and I'm close enough to her that I can hear she's about to throw up. So Giselle would you please bring her a glass of -- Wait!" As Giselle was coming forward with a glass of water, the naked Oana had crawled painfully across the straw to the apple. She grabbed it and started frantically biting pieces from it and trying to swallow them. She tried to eat it fast, but she had to stop to gasp for air every few seconds and to get control of her gagging. The audience went wild. Nicu thought for a second. Should he or shouldn't he? But as he watched her biting into the apple and swallowing as fast as she could, he couldn't resist one last shot. "My cruel queen should eat more slowly," he said, facing the audience, "or she might get indigestion." The audience roared. When she finished the apple, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Please forgive my cruel joke," he said. The night after the show, there was a knock on Nicu's door. He opened it and saw Giselle. "May I come in?" she asked. "Sure," he answered. They chatted as he served her some coffee, but she quickly got to the point. "I want you to do to me what you did to Oana," said Giselle. "Not in my ass and not your hand inside me, because I'm not into that like she is. But, I want you to climb on me and put it all the way in. I want as many orgasms as Oana had. I want you to do me from the front, and the side, and I want to ride you." "OK," he said, "but not all in one night. I'm just a dwarf, not Superman." The next night there was another knock on the door. He was surprised, because Giselle had told him she was so sore that she wouldn't think about sex for at least a week. But this night it wasn't Giselle, even though what the performer told him was just a slight variation of what Giselle had told him the previous night. Each night, a new woman knocked. Nicu decided they must have worked out a schedule among themselves. He was shocked the first time a married woman knocked, and he turned her away. The next time one knocked, he told her to tell all the wives that he wasn't going to welcome any of them. Then came the night when the beautiful wife of the strongman knocked. "Hasn't anyone told you?" he said. "Yes, I know what you said about married women, but please let me in," she said. "I have something to show you." When they sat down at his table, she handed him a piece of paper. He couldn't believe what he read. It was a woman's handwriting, informing him that the bearer had the full permission of her husband to sleep with him. The signature was the strongman's. "This makes no difference," he said, handing the paper back to her. "I don't care if your husband enjoys being humiliated." She burst into tears. "Please, Nicu. I'll die if you send me away. You don't know what he did to me before he would sign." "No, I don't know," he said. "Will you tell me?" He listened to her, and as she spoke, he got more and more angry. When she finished, he asked her, "Do you love him?" "Yes," she said. "But he is very angry at me for wanting a night with you. I told him it would only be one, but he doesn't understand." "Well, he has a right to be angry at you," said Nicu, "but not to do what he did to you. I'm going to see him in a few minutes, but first I want to talk to you and write a few things down." When the strongman opened the door and saw Nicu, his face got red. "You!" he said. "I want to come in," said Nicu. "If you come in, I might kill you," said the strongman. "I'll come in anyway," said Nicu. When they were seated, Nicu said, "I didn't have sex with your wife, and I told her I never will. But she told me what you did to her and what you made her do. I think she should divorce you, but she said she still loves you. She wrote down this list of things that you must do for her before she will come back to your wagon. Some of the things are disgusting and painful, but not nearly as bad as what you did to her. I have a feeling that after you do a few of them, she will forgive you and not demand the rest. I'm leaving now." As he walked out the door, the strongman grabbed him from behind, lifted him in the air and turned him around. He pulled Nicu to him and kissed him on both cheeks. "Thank you," he said, sobbing. "You are a much better man than I. I will do anything you want me to do for you the rest of your life." After that episode, Nicu sent out an email to all the wives, with copies to their husbands, telling them his beliefs did not permit adultery, and even if a woman divorced her husband, he could never be with her. There were no more visits from married women. Old Anca, the ticket seller, he put off the longest. She was big and ugly and hairy, and he tried to be kind, but he couldn't bring himself to welcome her to his bed. He promised her that someday he would. She came over to him during rehearsals one day and spoke quietly into his ear. "Dwarf," she said, "I know I'm ugly and too loose for men now, but my asshole is still pretty tight, and if you don't mind all the hair around it, I'll be glad to offer it to you if you will poke me a little in the other place." He promised her he would think about it. For a week after he humiliated her, Oana didn't talk to him. He helped her in the act, because she could only stand in one spot since moving was so painful. So he had to almost jump into her arms to be thrown. During the day, she mostly stayed in her wagon. When he saw her walking, he could see how badly she was hurting. The boss told her she didn't have to do her aerial act until she healed. By the end of the second week, she was flying again, and that seemed to improve her attitude. She didn't say anything about their contest, but she began working with him on the act, trying to make it funnier and more exciting. She was enthusiastic about working with him, or at least she acted that way. He found out that she had been approaching others in the circus privately and asking them to forgive her for the things she had done to them. At the late dinners, she began to attract a large number of circus workers who enjoyed sitting with her, because she was always in good spirits and never said a mean word to anyone. Nicu had his own group of friends, and he never joined her circle. He saw her looking at him every now and then, and he wondered what she was thinking. One night, after a knock on the door, he opened it and looked up. It was Oana. "May I come in," she said. "Sure, Oana," he said. "Do you have some new ideas for the act? I agree with you that it's so tight now that if we can do just a little more, we could go international." "I'm excited about that, Nicu," she said, "but that's not why I'm here. I'll be blunt. After I healed from all the pain and humiliation you caused me, all I could remember were those orgasms. Because I know you hate me, I've never approached you up to now. But I think I've managed to find a way that would work for both of us. I see you want to say something, but please just listen. "Each night I will come here for you to please me, I'll do something disgusting and degrading for you first. You told me you had a long list. If you have thrown it away, maybe you can remember some things. I think I can come up with some things, too. You know I'm a good at coming up with ideas. I already know one thing that I will do for you tonight." He started to say something, but she put her hand over his mouth. She led him to his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed and quickly pulled his pants off. She knelt down and put her mouth on his tool and began to suck and bob up and down on the end of it with her mouth while one hand pumped the part that wasn't in her mouth and the other was playing with his testicles. He shot to attention immediately. Then her strong hands grasped his ankles and pulled them up into the air. She pushed his legs back over his head the same way he had done to hers that night. Then her mouth moved from his shaft to his anus and went to work. He couldn't believe what he was feeling as her tongue moved inside him while her hands reached over her head and pumped him and played with his testicles. He was ready to shoot his load within a minute, but she felt it and raised her head up. Her mouth looked horrible, but she was smiling. "I want you to relax so I can prolong your pleasure," she said. "I want tonight to be a special memory for you. I want you to know how much I am disgusted with what I'm doing, but I've told myself I'm not going to throw up until later. Maybe next time, you'll clean yourself for me, but maybe you'll decide not to so that you can show me what filth I am. No, don't say anything. I'm starting again." After he had a huge orgasm, she let him rest for a few minutes and then quickly sucked him to full strength again and mounted him. As she began riding him and slapping her breasts into his face, she began humming. "Nicu, I want you to sing it," she pleaded. "Please sing it for me. I don't have a good voice like you. I need to hear you sing it." He listened to her humming, and then he noticed the beat and how her body was moving to it, and he heard some familiar words. He began to sing, "Hi-o, hi-ho, it's off to work we go." Before he could finish the first line, she screamed and began pounding her body into his. He counted three orgasms, but there may have been more. After that, she joined those taking turns knocking on his door. He never asked for anything, but she always came with something special. Often, she would bring Giselle or another beautiful woman who was happy to get an extra appointment. Sometimes he would make love to her friends, and then she would eat his come out of them while he watched. She would stick out her tongue afterward and show him how full her mouth was and then swallow his come. Then she ran to the bathroom, and he heard her retching as she washed her mouth out. She ate out his ass again and the women's asses, too. One time she offered to bring a man and a woman with her and eat out his ass and then drink his come from the woman's ass while Nicu watched. He said no thanks. The night he felt really bad was after she had talked to Old Anca. She brought Old Anca with her and watched while he serviced her vagina, giving her a couple of orgasms, and then plowed into her hairy, smelly anus until he came into it. Then Oana ate out that horrible anus until she cleaned out every drop of come. She was crying and heaving in the bathroom for half an hour after that, while Nicu sent a concerned Old Anca home. But when she came out of the bathroom, she was smiling and said, "I think I've earned my reward tonight." They never had any conversations, except during the day when they were rehearsing. Each time she came to him at night, she stopped him from speaking. After six months, he had had enough. He didn't know how she and the others put together the schedule, so he waited impatiently for her to show up again. She arrived with one of the beautiful equestriennes. "I'm sorry, Luminita," he said. "You can't come in tonight. I need to talk to Oana alone." "No!" said Oana. "Stay, Luminita. There's some mistake. No, please don't go." As Luminita walked away, she broke down sobbing. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her to his kitchen table. She put her head on the table and her hands around her head and continued to sob. Finally, she gathered herself and lifted her head. "Oana," began Nicu. "No, Nicu," she said. "Please don't say a word. I've been feeling that you are getting bored with me. I promise I'll work harder. I'll find some new ways to degrade myself for you. Maybe you'd like me to experience more pain. I'll find a way to make it interesting for you. Please don't send me away. I know you despise me, but please don't do that to me. I couldn't bear it." "Shut up, Oana," he said. "I've put up with your craziness long enough. I shouldn't have gone along with it, but my manhood wanted to see what kinky stuff you would come up with next. I had a good time, but my head has had a hard time handling this for some time, and finally I realized that I wasn't really enjoying it. In fact, after last time, I was feeling as degraded as you were and wondered why was I doing this? "That's when I finally admitted to myself what I've been hiding inside all along. Everything I've ever done points to it -- when you were tormenting me, when I tried to prove how superior I was in that contest and when I let you humiliate yourself here in my bed. It was all the same thing, and it's time for me to tell you because I've decided I'm going to leave next months "Don't be upset. Before I leave, I'll find you another dwarf, a better dwarf, for the act. You've got a lot of great ideas, and the two of you are going to be a huge success around the world. And once I'm gone, you will be able to find a man to make you happy, because you won't have this sick relationship holding you back anymore. "You deserve to be happy, Oana. I'm sorry you're crying, but now you're going to laugh, because it's too funny. Everything I did is because you're the only woman I've ever loved, and because I knew that I could never have you. You don't remember what I said before you ate the apple about love's first kiss, and you don't remember that I kissed you right after you ate it. I did it for me, my personal fantasy, because I knew I could never have you in real life. I'm truly sorry for all the horrible things I've done to you. Now please leave." Oana had stopped crying and was staring at him in shock. Then she began laughing. "That's right," said Nicu. "I knew you would laugh. Go ahead. I deserve it. What a pitiful excuse I am for a human being. I foolishly thought that even though I was a dwarf, I was as much a man as anyone else. But now I'm no longer going to lie to myself." Oana kept on laughing, and she started to point at him. She got up from her chair, and she tried to say something, but all she could do was laugh hysterically and point. He could see that she was trying to control herself, but she couldn't. Finally, she stopped laughing and stood up. Then she gave a huge sob and collapsed on top of him, almost knocking him off his chair. "Oh, Nicu," she said as her tears soaked his shirt. "Please put your arms around me and just hold me for a while." He did, but it didn't stop her crying. Gradually, the tears slowed, and she took some deep breaths. She got up, but as she did, her two hands grabbed his right hand and held it tight. She pulled it across the table as she sat down facing him. "I'm never going to let go of this hand, for as long as I live. You think you're stronger than me, but I won't let you get free. I'm also smarter than you, Nicu, because I realized I loved you the night you told me you would give me a chance to keep my job. "That's when I realized you were the most wonderful man in the world, and I would never find anyone better. I was disappointed that you were small, but I was ready to sacrifice my sexual pleasure. I admit that when you tricked me into thinking you were breaking your promise, I got furious. But then you did stay, and my feelings were confused again. I hated you for making me eat the apple, but I realized that I loved you passionately at the same time. "After a few days, the stuff you did to me meant nothing. With time I hoped I could prove myself to you and win you for myself. When you revealed your secret, I knew you could fulfill me physically as well as emotionally, and I wanted you with all my heart. The only trouble was that all the other women discovered your secret at the same time, so why would you choose a woman you despised when you had a harem of beautiful women who had never done anything to you? "For a while, I just gave up. But gradually I realized that it didn't matter whether you hated me or not. I had to be near you, and I needed to do whatever I had to do make that possible. Yes, the sex was great, but that's not why I kept coming back and degrading myself. Just your touch, just your eyes looking at me, just holding you for a few seconds was enough to make up for everything else. "Poor Nicu. Because of what you just told me, you will never be rid of me. You can enjoy all the other women you want, but I am never going to let go of this hand."