Bedtime Story

"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."

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 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, 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 strong, firm cheeks fell out on either side. 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 remembered to clean yourself out like I told you, 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 buttocks 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 when I stretch your vagina. 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, Nicu paused for a moment.

Then he began moving slowly in and out of her. Even with the lube, the thick hose was causing some discomfort. Despite that, 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. He was squirting what felt like a gallon of lube into her anus, 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. He began gliding on the lube deep inside her canal. Before there had been some pleasure, but this time there was nothing but pain and disgust. She tried to move her bottom to dislodge him, but he moved with her and kept going deeper. Finally, he could go no further. She felt awful. He leaned over and whispered into her ear. "You stupid bitch," he said. "I told you to clean yourself out. This is going to be even more humiliating than I wanted it to be. I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself."

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 anus. "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 her rear to meet his. 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 of her anus around his embedded 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, he had pushed her legs under him.

He was sitting on her thighs, pushing them against her breasts. Her feet were back behind her head, and her body was almost bent in two. 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 ass back and his anus was now covering her mouth. She felt like she was suffocating until she realized that her nose could still breathe through the hair between his cheeks.

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 of her slimy stretched vagina 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 the pain from 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 hole 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 still 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.