Bedtime Story

"You bastard," she said quietly. She tried to spit in his face, but she didn't have the strength.

"I guess you're OK," he said. "Listen to me. I could reach in there, but I think that would hurt you even more. The best thing to do is for you to stand up on the straw and squat down as low as you can, Then push with your bowels. It's just 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.

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 hole 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 changed my mind and stayed, 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 put it into my ass and not the fisting 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. They must have worked out a schedule among themselves, Nicu decided. 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, 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 again so that you can show me what filth I am, like my face looks now. 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 huge 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 in front of Nicu, but 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 really 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.