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No Big Deal



   By Ed Rider



   Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them
and slowly lifted his head.  All he saw was blue and white.  He was in a
room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor.

   It didn't feel like a floor because it was soft and springy.  He pushed
his fingers into it and saw it was a thick rubber mat, and when he pushed
harder, he felt another mat beneath it.

   Then he saw the little girl sitting on the floor with her back to a
white wall.  She was looking at him.  When he sat up, she stood and walked
over to him.  She was dressed in adult style running shorts, a T-shirt and
cross-training shoes.  That looked strange, but even stranger, it looked
like she wore a stuffed bra beneath the T-shirt.

   The little girl stood next to him as he sat and rubbed his eyes.  Her
face and his face were almost level because she was less than 4 feet tall,
and he was 6 feet 4.

   "Mr.  Marshall Jones?" she said.

   "What?" he said.  He was a little disoriented.  He felt slightly dizzy,
but most of all, he was confused by the room and the girl, and something
else that he couldn't put his finger on.  Then he realized what it was.  He
was naked.

   He scooted back from the little girl and put his hands and legs together
to cover his genitals.  How did he get here?  What was happening?

   The little girl stood and watched him slide away from her.  She asked
him again, "Are you Mr.  Marshall Jones?"

   "Yes I am," he said, and he turned his body and head in every direction,
but all he could see were bright lights shining at him from above, white
walls, the blue floor and her.

   "Thank you for confirming, Mr.  Jones," she said.  "We are always
careful, so we don't make mistakes.  You can call me Valke."

   "Where are my clothes, Valke?" he said.  Even though her high-pitched
voice was like a little girl's, her intonation and language were strangely
adult.  She sounded freaky.

   "Your clothes are safe until we're done, Mr.  Jones," she said. 
"They're in a padlocked locker, along with your watch and ring and wallet."

   "What are you talking about, uh Valke?" he said.  "I want my clothes
now. Wait a second.  What are you doing?  Don't do that?  I'm not a
pervert. I don't like little girls.  Get me out of here now." He was
yelling and frantically looking around, but trying not to look at Valke.

   Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her remove the last of her clothes
and then take off her little bra and panties.  She bent over and picked up
the pile of clothes she had been wearing and walked to one of the walls. 
The wall opened -- it was a door -- and she handed her clothes to someone.
Then the door closed.

   He ran over to the door.  There was no handle, but he could see the
outline in the wall.  He began pounding on it with his fist.  "Let me out
of here, you sickos," he said.  "I don't know what you're trying to do, but
it won't work.  Let me out right now or I'll report you to the cops."

   He kept pounding and yelling, but he didn't hear anything except his
voice and his fists hitting the wall.  After a few minutes, he stopped and
sat down in front of the door, being careful not to turn around and look at
the naked girl.

   "Please calm down, Mr.  Jones," said Valke.  "I understand why you're
acting scared, but we haven't started yet.  Before we begin our show, we
have to take care of some legal matters."

   "What are you talking about?" he said.

   "I'm happy to explain, Mr.  Jones," she said, sounding exasperated.  "I
see you want to play your role already, so I'm trying to respond in
character as much as I can, but we really need to take care of the legal
things.  As soon as you turn around, we can begin.  It's safe, because I'm
not a little girl, I'm a little person.  When you look, you'll see I have
breasts that are big for my size, and I have a lot of pubic hair.  And if I
were a little girl, I wouldn't talk like this."

   He listened to her without moving.  She sounded convincing, but he
turned around slowly and put his hands over his eyes and looked between his
fingers.  She was right about the breasts and pubic hair.  Finally, he put
his hands down.  She got up and slowly walked to him and then sat down
facing him.

   He inspected her.  She was a miniature hot woman.  She had nice breasts
and a sexy butt, but because everything was so small, he was spooked more
than turned on.

   "Mr.  Jones," she said, "as you know, we are in a video studio inside a
large warehouse, but I need to officially repeat this for the video
filming, which has already begun.  If you squint, you can see the walls are
just seven feet high.  Above them are racks of lights.  The floor is
several layers of thick, springy mats, so if you fall down, you won't get
hurt.  When we are done, my associates will open the door, and we will take
you to your clothes.  Your friends are in the waiting room watching on a
monitor, and they'll take you home.  By showing up ready, as you promised,
you have fulfilled your commitment and indicated you are prepared for us to
do our part.

   "Wait a minute," Marshall said.  "I didn't promise anything, and I don't
even know how I got here.  You better let me out right now, or you're going
to be in a lot of trouble with the law.  You're making a big mistake."

   "I don't think so," said Valke.  "We have all your signed release forms.
You insisted on language that allows you to act as if you don't know what
is happening and to be as uncooperative and resistant as you want, but I
thought you wouldn't get into character until after we finished the legal
requirements.  We've had many unusual requests by actors, so I'm fine with
the clauses that allow you to use physical violence against me, and I'm
ready to get started.  But we can't until this part is done.  So you can go
ahead and pretend you don't know what we're doing, and I'll work with it,
but it will take longer."

   "I'm telling you, I never signed anything," he said.  "You're saying
stuff that makes no sense.  Who put you up to this?"

   "I think you're signaling me that I'm supposed to read you what your
friends wrote while they were preparing you," she said.  "Is that what you
want me to do now?"

   "What?" he said.  "What friends?  Yes, go ahead and read it."

   She walked to the door, and it opened as she approached.  A hand held
out a piece of paper, and she took it.  The hand withdrew, and the door
closed.  She walked back to where he was sitting and sat down again and
began reading.

   "Hi Marshall.  We don't know how much Zina told you, so we're giving you
a little background.  We are some of the women you supervise at work or
have supervised in the past.  For years, we've been treated to your
condescension, humiliation, nastiness, moodiness, bad temper,
unreasonableness and verbal abuse.

   "You seem to take sadistic pleasure in what you do, and we've often
talked about how great it would be to give you some of your own medicine,
but we were frustrated until the company picnic a few months ago.

   "One of us met your wife and began talking to her.  After a while, the
woman who was talking to Zina got so excited that she waved at the rest of
us to come and join the conversation.  We found out that you do the same
things to Zina that you do to us, and since she's with you more than we
are, she gets much more of it.

   "We were amazed at what she's endured.  We asked her if she was a
masochist, but she said, no, and that you were a good father and never
abused her verbally when the children were present.  She told us she
thought you just didn't understand what you were doing to her and us, but
she was getting so desperate that she had even started thinking about
divorce.

   "Like us, she thought a lot about how she could make you understand how
it felt to be on the receiving end when you humiliated and debased her in
public, but she could never come up with a way.  After we found out she was
on our side, we started getting together and talking about you.  Then one
of us found the ad in Craig's List under humiliation.

   "The representative of No Big Deal offered us exactly what we were
looking for.  And it was so appropriate, because all of us agreed that one
of the worst things you do is belittle us in front of others and treat us
like we are insignificant.

   "At first, we were frustrated, because there were some legal
requirements that looked impossible.  But a couple of meetings later, Zina
came in with fire in her eyes.  I don't know what you did to her that day,
but she said that she'd take care of you signing the releases and being
ready when we came to get you for the shooting.

   "She said she decided this was the only way to save your marriage, and
she'd somehow find a way to get you to sign off on being degraded and
mortified.  She said you had to understand what she had been enduring so
you could see why you had to stop if you wanted to save the marriage.  We
were skeptical, but she said not to ask her any more questions.

   "Right up until we arrived to pick you up and take you to the studio, we
didn't think you'd agree, but she showed us the papers you signed.  She
said you told her you wanted to pretend that you were being forced to do
this against your will because the video would be more dramatic that way,
and she had cleared it with No Big Deal.

   "When we picked you up tonight, we had to carry you to the car because
you couldn't walk or talk.  Zina told us you were a bit nervous and drank
too much, but she was sure you would sleep it off by the time the shooting
began.

   "It took four of us to get you into the car.  We're writing this as we
are giving you a couple of enemas, but we don't mind the smell because we
are so excited that we're almost jumping out of our skins.  We can't wait
to watch you on the monitor.

   "If you're hearing this, you must be ready to begin.  I can't tell you
more about what's going to happen now, because Zina said you wanted
everything to be a surprise so you could react more naturally.

   "No Big Deal showed us the studio setup with the three cameras shooting
down from above, along with the close-up camera.  We're all getting the
video from every camera, as well as the edited version.  They told us
everything would be shot in slow motion, too.  Zina and we have planned a
party at your house for the premiere, and we hope you'll join us, although
Zina said you might prefer not to be there.

   "We want to thank you again for agreeing to be in the video and paying
for it.  When Zina told us, we were shocked.  We all agree it's the first
nice thing that you've ever done for any of us."

   Valke stopped reading.  "Let me see that," Marshall said as he ripped
the paper out of her hands.  He scanned it and then threw it aside.  "This
is some kind of joke," he said.  "I never signed anything, and Zina would
never go along with something like this.  And what does all this have to do
with me sitting naked on a rubber mat with a naked midget next to me?"

   "We prefer little people," said Valke, "but suit yourself.  I assure you
that we met with your wife, and the meeting was videotaped for legal
reasons.  And she submitted the releases to us last week with your
signatures on them."

   "Then she must have forged my name," he said.  "I can't believe she
would do that.  This is the first I've heard of any of this."

   "You are playing your role very convincingly, Mr.  Jones," said Valke.
"Why would your wife forge your name?  We're not handwriting experts, but
forgery is illegal, and she could prosecuted."

   "I don't know why she would do that," he said.  "I still can't believe
it."

   "Mr.  Jones, because of the nature of our business, we do a lot of
checking to make sure our contracts are legitimate.  I've personally talked
to many of your female employees, in addition to the ones who signed the
contract, to verify everything your wife and friends told us about you.  I
know that message I just read you is the truth, with a little drama added
for effect.  If they told the truth about everything else, why would they
lie about your signature?

   "I don't think your wife or friends would risk going to jail.  But even
if they were that foolish, we at No Big Deal are legally covered because we
did our due diligence and have no suspicion that anything is wrong.  If you
go to the police, we would cooperate in every way because we don't want to
risk losing our business license.  That's why I made sure that this video
begins with you identifying yourself."

   "I still don't understand what's this is all about, Valke," he said. 
"What the hell is going on?"

   "It's simple, Mr.  Jones," she said.  "My company, No Big Deal, has
contracted to humiliate you."

   "Yes, I heard that, but what exactly are you talking about?" he said,
his voice rising.

   "No Big Deal and your wife and friends put a video script together. 
While you will endure some pain, we are not in the torture business, and
you will not be maimed or disfigured.  The physical effects of what we
inflict on you should not last longer than a couple of weeks, a month at
the most.  Our focus is more on mental anguish than pain.

   "I repeat that No Big Deal has entered into this contract in good faith.
We've done this many times, and we hope when it's over, you'll be
completely satisfied with our professionalism and attention to detail.  And
feel free to call me midget or dwarf or much worse.  It makes for a much
more dramatic video.  Are you ready to get started?"

   "No," he said.  "Are you asking if I'm ready to be hurt and humiliated?
What kind of question is that?  Is that door going to open now for your
goons to come in here and attack me?"

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I forgot that you didn't want to be told about
anything I'm going to do.  So you don't know what's happening here, do you,
Mr.  Jones?  I should have said, do you have any questions about what I
told you?  Since you understood me and don't have questions, we'll get
started now.

   "First, I want to explain one of our safety precautions.  Have you
noticed that your stomach is sticking out a bit?  There is a lot of
slippery lubricating fluid inside you.  As we film, some of it might come
out, but don't worry.  Your friends gave you a couple of deep enemas before
filling you up with the lube, so the only thing that will come out of your
anus will be the lube.  We are not making one of those dirty videos.  This
was all done for your protection."

   "And you aren't going to be attacked by goons.  It's just you and me for
a while.  Later on, I will get some help from 'goons,' if that's what you
want to you call them, but that won't be until I have totally subdued you."

   "You're going to subdue me?" he said and laughed.  "How are you going to
do that?  I could pick you up and toss you against the wall and break every
bone in your body."

   "Yes, you could, Mr.  Jones, because I'm naked and small.  That's what
No Big Deal provides that none of the other humiliation companies can
match. A little woman subduing a large man is our additional level of
degradation, and that's why our clients pay a premium for our videos.

   "To answer your question, I told you before that No Big Deal always does
thorough research.  We know that you work out with weights and also do
regular aerobic exercise.  You are strong and fit, in much better shape
than many of the men I've subdued.

   "On the other hand, I'm a little people champion in three martial arts
categories, and I train hard to be at the peak of strength, agility and
quickness for my size.  The reason I'm small is because of some bad luck
with my genes, which have also made my hands a little big and my arms a
little long for my size.  Because of my training, you'll notice that my
arms also have as much muscle as a much larger woman's.  I'm going to
demonstrate that to you.  With the help of the lube that's inside you, I'm
going to be pushing both of my arms into your rectum and up your colon
until they are buried up to my shoulder.  When I finish that part, you will
be subdued, and we can move on with further humiliations."

   Marshall jumped up and ran away from Valke as far as he could until a
wall stopped him.  He looked around frantically.  "Do you have some kind of
Taser or stun gun?" he said.  "What are you going to shoot me with?"

   She got up slowly.  "I don't have anything, Mr.  Jones," she said. 
"Thank you for standing up and running away.  The video is much more
interesting when there's action.

   "No, I'm not going to shoot you.  All I'm going to use is my training
and skills.  And you're welcome to resist any way you want.  You can even
try throwing me against the wall, like you said."

   She began walking slowly toward him.  He felt like laughing, because she
was such a little thing and didn't look dangerous at all, but he was still
thinking there was going to be some kind of trick.  Someone would come and
hold him, or she had a hidden weapon of some kind.  So he moved away from
her.

   As he moved against the wall, she walked a little faster.  She was
bouncing on the springy padding, and her breasts bounced on her chest.  He
tried to move faster, too, but he found it hard because his feet sank into
the padding.  It was like walking in mud.  She kept getting closer, and
then she lunged at him.

   He dodged her, but not before he felt her hands in his genital area. 
She stopped and smiled at him as he ran as fast as he could to the opposite
end of the room.

   She was walking briskly toward him now and changed direction whenever he
moved away from her along the wall.  He saw her speeding up just as he hit
a corner, and then she was on top of him, and he screamed and collapsed. 
She backed away from him.  "Now you understand what my hands can do, Mr. 
Jones," she said.  "You make it easy, because when we are standing, my arm
is about where your testicles are.  All I did was give them a little love
slap.  I think you're getting the idea.

   "Do you want to get up now, Mr.  Jones.  I'll wait 10 seconds, but if
you stay huddled on the floor, I'll have to do this."

   "Ow!" he screamed as she pulled his hair hard with her left hand.  When
his head came up, she began slapping his left cheek with her right hand. 
She was able to slap it hard a few times before he jumped up and escaped
from her.  She got up and began following him again.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Jones, for choosing to be surprised," he said.  "It
will make the video more exciting as your face shows how you gradually
realize that someone the size of a little schoolgirl is going to dominate
and humiliate you."

   She got close to him again, and he made a quick move to the side, but
she guessed right on which way he would move, and she was waiting for him.
This time, she began spanking him hard on his right buttock, and she
followed him as he tried to run away.  She was moving faster on the mat
than he could, and he couldn't shake her, or her punishment.  He turned
around and tried to push her away, but he had to bend over to do that, and
when he did, she began smacking him hard on the face again.

   He straightened up to get his head away from her, and then she took a
mighty swing, and the palm of her right hand connected with his balls.  He
screamed and collapsed onto the mat again, doubled over and breathing hard.
She stepped back and waited.

   "Do want to get up again, Mr.  Jones?" she said.  "Or would you like me
to spank your exposed buttocks again?  Or are you ready now to open your
anus to me.  You decide."

   He jumped up and glared at her.

   "Be careful, Mr.  Jones," she said.  "I see that some lube was squeezed
out just now, so the mat can get slippery." She began walking to him, and
he turned and began moving as fast as he could away from her.  Soon she was
close enough to begin slapping his rear again.  With each step, there was a
thunderclap as one of her hands came down hard on one of his cheeks.  They
were both rosy red now, and each time her hand spanked him, the pain was so
sharp that he couldn't help making a little grunting sound.

   The thunderclaps and grunts went on for a minute, and then Marshall
tried something.  He bent down and swung his arms out and turned quickly,
trying to either grab her.  She easily dodged his arms, but when he spun,
he stepped into some of the lube that had leaked out and he fell down hard
on the mat, landing on his back.

   The fall didn't hurt him at all, but when she jumped on top of his
stomach with both feet, he felt horrible.  She jumped three more times,
using his belly like a trampoline, before he could turn sideways and make
her fall off.  She had knocked the wind out of him, and when she moved to
his face and started slapping the cheek that was exposed, he tried to put
his hands in the way, but he was so weak from being out of breath that she
easily pushed them aside.

   Now the slapping and grunting began again, but this time her hands were
ripping into his face.  When he broke down and began sobbing, she got up
and walked back a few steps.

   "I think we can bring the close-up camera in now," she said.  "Start
with his face.  See how one side of it is almost like a raw piece of meat.
Look at him blubbering like a child.  He's starting to realize that I can
do anything I want to him."

   When Marshall looked up he was staring into the lens of a camera.  It
was being held by another naked woman who was about the same size as Valke.

   "Mr.  Jones, are you ready for your anal invasion," said Valke, "or do
you want to get up?  If you get up, I'll let you walk to the other side of
the room before I come after you again."

   He got up and backed away from her, watching her as she smiled at him
and the camerawoman.  When his back touched the wall, she began walking
toward him.  This time, as he moved to the left and right, she just
mirrored him and didn't try to slap him.

   He moved away from the wall, so she couldn't trap him, and he crouched
and tried a few times to each out and grab her, but each time she moved
away quickly and laughed.  A few times he slipped on the lube and almost
went down, but she waited until he steadied himself and began moving again.
She continued to move with him, almost as if they were dancing together.

   They were moving in a circle, and now her back was against the wall.  He
was getting tired and his back was starting to hurt from crouching.  He
pressed his hands to his thighs and spread his legs a little wider to give
him support and then straightened up for a moment to give his back a little
relief.

   As soon as he did, he realized that this was what she had been waiting
for.  Her little body was flying at him, and time seemed to stand still as
he anticipated a vicious slap at his balls.  But the slap never came. 
Instead, she grabbed his balls and his penis with both her hands and then
launched herself in the air and swung on them and twirled around like she
was swinging on a rope.

   There was a roar of pain from Marshall.  She didn't let go, and as she
was starting to swing back in the other direction, he went down hard on the
mat.  As he fell, she let go of his genitals and dodged his crashing body.
His hands went to his genitals, and his body curled up around them as he
sobbed loudly.

   "Thanks for letting me get that one in, Mr.  Jones," said Valke.  "I
don't get to do it often, but it's one of my most popular moves.  On our
surveys, the clients always mention it.  I think it's time now, don't you?

   "Just sliding your body like that away from me on the lube is not going
to help, Mr.  Jones, but there is some business I need to take care of
before we get to the thrust of the video, so to speak.  At No Big Deal, we
want everything to look right, and it's not visually pleasing when one of
your cheeks and one of your buttocks doesn't match the other.  So I'm going
to fix that."

   He squirmed and twisted and tried to use his hands to protect himself,
but it wasn't hard for her to slap and spank him violently until all four
cheeks were raw and there were lines where the skin was starting to crack
and bleed.

   She stopped.  "That's better," she said.  "You need to avoid anything
touching those areas for a few weeks.  In the locker room, you'll get some
cream to rub on the areas which will help them heal.  Unfortunately,
rubbing the cream in will be extremely painful.

   "You won't feel any better if I wait, so let's move on, Mr.  Jones. 
This shouldn't take long, I've already got one finger of my right hand
inside you, and you didn't even notice it because of the pain.  I'm moving
it around, and now I'm adding a second one.  I think you felt that one
because you've stopped crying, and now here's finger number three.  The
lube is helping a lot, and I'm not having much trouble pushing them in and
pulling them out.  I'm going to speed up a little.  Oh, that was some jerk.
That's it, Mazutis, come over here and I'll move over so you can get a nice
close-up of three, now four fingers moving in and out of Mr.  Jones.

   "You're getting up on your knees, Mr.  Jones.  That's wonderful.  Now we
can see your red face.  It isn't pretty, but the clients will enjoy your
expressions as you experience this.  Are you trying to move away from me?
Go ahead and crawl away from me.  But I can crawl, too, so my four fingers
are still working away, and now I'm going to speed them up.  You're
crawling faster, so I have to move faster to keep up with you, but that's
fine, because it looks great.  You can stand up if you want, Mr.  Jones.  I
won't stop you.  You can cover more ground on your long legs.

   "There you go.  You're a little shaky, but you're all the way up, and so
am I.  It's so convenient that your anus is just shoulder level for me. 
Look over here to the side.  My legs are so short that I have to run while
you're walking, and I'm staying a little ahead of you.  That's so that I
get more leverage with my right hand reaching behind you as I push my
fingers in.

   "It makes me vulnerable, Mr.  Jones, because you could turn and kick me,
and if you connected, it would definitely hurt me.  But I don't think you
will because your balls are swinging very close to me.  If you try to hurt
me, I'm going to pull my fingers out of your anus so quickly, the pain will
freeze you.  And then I'm going to be swinging from those balls and
twisting around even more than I did a minute ago.

   "Have you noticed that I stopped moving my hand in and out of you when
you got up.  That's because I've begun the final push.  I'm not pushing
hard as you're walking and I'm running, but I'm pushing steadily.  You're
trying to outwalk the pressure, and you're succeeding so far.  But you seem
to be getting tired now and slowing down.  That's it.  Shake your booty and
try to shake me loose.  It looks really funny.

   "OK, I think it's time.  I'm grabbing you around your thigh with my
other arm to give me more leverage for the big push.  Here I go!  And there
it goes!  That was a great reaction as your anus swallowed up my hand to
the wrist.  Your head is jerking like crazy now, and your eyes are going
all over the place.  I see you drooling out of your mouth.  The video is
going to be spectacular.  Let's take a rest for a minute or two to give you
a chance to get used to a hand up your anus.  While we rest, I'll tell you
what happens next.

   "First, I'm going to move my hand around inside you, and get some more
reaction from you.  Then I'll slowly pull it out and push it back in and
keep repeating that as I gradually build up the tempo.  I'll try to add
some variety by doing things like twisting my hand or wiggling my fingers.
Each time I do something new, you'll think the pain couldn't get any worse,
but it will.

   "After a little of that, I'll stop, and we'll rest a minute, and then
I'll start pushing again, but softly this time, like before.  All the lube
inside you will work with my gentle push, and soon I'll be gliding deeper
and deeper.  The elbow will probably stop me for a little while, but
eventually I'll get that in and then it's on to the final frontier -- my
shoulder.

   "Then we'll rest for a while again, and I'll slowly pull my arm out
until only my hand is in you to the wrist.  Then I'm going to place a few
fingers from my left hand inside, next to my right hand.  I'll twist my
hand around and try to stretch you to make room for more fingers.  That
will be another different feeling for you.

   "Eventually, both hands will be pressed together inside you, and then
they will slowly come out -- and go back in.  And I'll slowly increase the
tempo until two hands are flying in and out of your anus, Mr.  Jones.

   "After some of that, I'll stop again to begin the final push.  One by
one, and very carefully and slowly, both my arms are going all the way up
until both are buried up to my shoulders inside you.  After a brief rest,
we'll go for a walk.

   "You won't try to get away from me anymore.  You will be my puppet, and
my arms inside you will control you.  You'll get up as I push you up, and
you'll walk as I push you forward.  Because if you don't, I'll pull my
hands inside you back hard, and you'll feel like your guts are being ripped
out of your body.  But if you want that experience, I'll be glad to provide
it.

   "We'll make a few circuits around the room, and each time we'll walk
faster.  I'll be right behind you all the way.  I'd love to get you up to a
jog.  I don't think you can do it on these deep rubber mats, but we can
try. After we finish this exercise, you'll finally enjoy some pleasure with
your pain.

   "You're going to stand up in the middle of the room facing Mazutis, and
you're going to spread your legs and you're going to masturbate until you
have a big orgasm that shoots right at her camera and covers the lens.

   "I know your thing looks like a shriveled piece of dried fruit right
now. It's actually small for a big man like you.  Maybe that's why you like
to belittle women.  Mazutis will make you hard.  She gives amazing oral.

   "Even though I'll be standing behind you and twisting my arms as much as
I can inside your colon to distract you, she'll suck you hard in no time.
You'll be ready to come, but we want your explosion to be really big, so
when she feels you are about to go over the edge, she'll stop sucking and
let your thing shrink down again.

   "After she does this two or three times, you'll be going crazy from
frustration, as well as pain.  That's when she'll suck you up one more time
and then take some lube from the mat and cover your penis with it.  Then
it's your turn.  You may not feel like masturbating, but unless you do, you
won't get to come.  It may take a couple more sucks, but eventually when
Mazutis stops sucking, you're going to start pumping just to get relief.

   "And then come the fireworks.  It will be an experience you'll never
forget, with my arms stuffing you as you ejaculate.  I don't think your
body and mind will ever feel such a mixture of pain and pleasure, and
there's no telling how you will move and what sounds you will make.  We
showed your wife and friends some previous videos that were similar, and
they're really looking forward to watching this part.

   "I'll tell you the rest once we've finished with the fireworks.  OK, I'm
starting to move my hand around inside you, and you're starting to get
expressive again."



   When Marshall came, he shook so much that Valke's arms inside him had to
hold him up.  Once his penis drooped, she slowly pulled her arms down, and
his body followed.  She maneuvered him so he was lying on the mat on his
back, and then she slowly removed one arm from inside him and pulled the
other one out so only her hand was in his anus.

   "That's it, Mr.  Jones," she said.  "Close your eyes and rest and get
ready for the last part, but keep listening to me.  Mazutis please get some
cushions and put them under his head.  That's it.  I think he's ready."

   Marshall heard voices as the door opened.  There were a lot of them, and
they were coming into the room.  He opened his eyes and screamed, but he
was so worn out, that there wasn't much sound.

   "Surprise!  Mr Jones," said Valke.  "I don't think you've ever seen
goons like these before, have you?  I told you I wouldn't need their help
to subdue you, but I do need them to provide another level of humiliation
for the video.

   "Yes, they're all men, and they're all little people like Mazutis and
me, and you can see, they're all naked, and there are a lot of them, more
than a dozen.  Take a good look, Mr.  Jones.  Some of them have bigger
penises than you do.  Of course, most of them have more size-appropriate
genitals, and then there are always some men who are small for their size.

   "They're all going to offer you their penises now.  Maybe offer is not
the right word, because you won't have any choice.  No, you don't need to
move your butt like that and press your legs together.  They're not going
to have anal sex with you.  I've stretched your anus so wide, you probably
wouldn't even feel them.  No, my right hand is staying inside you, nice and
snug.  As long as you do what you're supposed to do, I won't even twist it
around.

   "You don't have to do much, Mr.  Jones.  You can rest right where you
are.  You see, the first man is already getting in position.  He's
squatting down and sitting on your chest right below your neck, with his
feet on either side of your head.  Mazutis, you need to adjust the cushions
behind Mr.  Jones's head just a little.  There.  That's perfect.

   "Now he's moving forward.  Open your mouth, Mr.  Jones.  I'll count to
10 before I start twisting my hand inside you.  One-two-three-four.  There
you go.  He's putting his limp penis inside your mouth.  We're starting you
with one of the moderate sizes, so you won't have to stretch your mouth
wide right away.  But some of the smaller guys also provide the some of the
biggest feasts.

   "OK, you've stopped gagging.  It's time to begin sucking.  And that's
all you have to do.  This time I'll give you to 10 to start sucking before
my hand begins churning your colon.  Breathe through your nose and suck as
hard as you can.  If you let up or stop, whoever's in your mouth will
signal me, and I'll start moving my hand inside you until you get going.

   "There you go.  Just suck.  The guys will do the rest.  See how he's
raising up a little so he can pull out of you and start having intercourse
with your mouth.  You're exciting him, and he's already starting to move
his thing in and out of you faster.  And there he goes, exploding into your
mouth.

   "I don't think you were ready for him to come so fast, Mr.  Jones,
because you're gasping and choking.  I think it went down the wrong pipe.
You need to try to figure out when they're about to come and prepare
yourself, because you've got a lot of come coming.  We knew he was fast,
and that's why we picked him to go first, to sort of get you used to
things.

   "This next guy takes a lot longer, and his penis is a bit bigger, so as
the two of you are getting in rhythm, I'll give you some advice, Mr. 
Jones. You don't have to do anything but suck these penises as the men have
sex with your mouth, but you may want to do more anyway, and you may
already have an idea why.

   "As these guys are thrusting into your mouth, their thighs will be
pounding your cheeks that are already raw and bruised, just like this one
is doing.  The longer they go, the more they'll bruise the skin, and if
they go on too long, they may even tear it.

   "If you want to minimize the pain and suffering, what you need to do is
get them off as fast as you can.  That means using your tongue on them and
-- there, you got another load, and you handled that a lot better.  There
wasn't as much come this time, and you managed to spit some out.  But be
careful, because your head is leaning back as the men batter your mouth,
and if the semen comes out of your mouth, it's going to go back over your
face and get in your eyes and nose and ears and hair.

   "Look at this next one, Mr.  Jones.  He has a tiny little penis, barely
larger than your pinky finger.  When we were recruiting him, he was
reluctant to join the team because he was so embarrassed about his size,
but you can see how enthusiastic he is now, because we created something
special for him.

   "You've got him hard now and he's really going to town with his little
finger in and out of your mouth until he's ready for his surprise.  You
know how fingers are, Mr.  Jones.  Sometimes we stick them in our mouth and
sometimes in our ears and sometimes--.  There, he's pulled his penis out of
your mouth, and it's got a lot of your saliva hanging on it.  Did you see
how quickly he moved forward and stuck his finger penis deep into your
right nostril?  Your spit was the lubricant that smoothed his way in.

   "This looks amazing on the video, Mr.  Jones.  You're moving your head
from side to side and pulling it back to get rid of his penis, but he knows
all the tricks, and he's moving with you and pushing it in and out faster
and faster.  He's having sex with your nose.  I think you succeeded in
getting him aroused, because his face is getting red.  There, he shot his
load into your nose.  Now we're waiting until all of his semen comes out
and his penis gets soft.  Then he'll pull it out, so the camera can see
your nostril filled with semen.

   "At No Big Deal, we are constantly doing research to improve our
customer experience.  We have a special gift for you if you agree to
participate in a brief survey at the conclusion of today's shoot.  Previous
respondents have told us they couldn't imagine anything more degrading than
being porked in the nose.  They said when the finger ejaculated, the first
thing they felt was a horrible burning inside as the semen went into the
nostril, the sinus cavity and the throat.  Then as they began to smell the
warm come, they became so nauseated they almost fainted and couldn't stop
gagging.

   "I see you're having some similar reactions, Mr.  Jones.  There we go.
That little finger finally got soft, and now we can see all that white goo
filling your right nostril.  Oh, what's happening?  I think all that come
irritated your sinus passages.  You're twisting your face and looking
scared.  But you can't stop it, and there it goes.

   "That was a huge sneeze.  It looks like you sneezed some of the come in
your mouth out through your other nostril, too.  I wonder if it feels worse
going in or coming out.  Oh, I see there's another sneeze coming.  You're
crying because you know how horrible it will feel, but you can't stop it,
even though you're trying.  Oh my!  A lot more came out with that one, and
then your scream afterward was really amazing.  The semen is all over your
face now and covering your eyes.  You must feel terrible.

   "We'll wait until you finish sneezing before your next goon mounts you.
Your facial expressions and gagging noises are wonderful.  I hope you'll
take our survey and tell us what you felt as you were doing that.  We have
one more guy with a finger penis who will mount your other nostril later.
This time it won't be a surprise, but sometimes anticipation and fear is
even better than surprise.

   "Now as I was saying before, some of these guys can hold back their come
for a long time unless you help them.  If they do, your face is going to
take a lot of punishment.  But you can speed them up.

   "As each little man mounts you, I'll tell you what he likes, and then
you will do it enthusiastically.  For instance, this guy likes to have his
balls fondled.  Keep sucking, but take your hands and put them around his
balls and squeeze them a little and rub them and maybe even pull them
gently.  See how excited that makes him.  And there he goes.  You're
handling the come a lot better now Mr.  Jones, but watch out.  More of it
is coming out of your mouth and going on your face.

   "OK, this next guy is a little weird.  He's going to spread his legs
wide and lean back and push his anus right up to your mouth.  He wants you
to eat his ass out because it really arouses him.  You're gagging again. 
Just breathe deeply while I explain.  You need to lick up and down his
crack and then curl your tongue and push it into his anus and then pull it
out and keep doing that until you see him get hard.

   "I'm sorry.  I don't mean you have to do that.  As I said, it's your
choice.  But I promise you that we'll get done a lot faster and you'll hurt
a lot less.  If you're not going to follow my tips, I'll stop giving them
to you, and your face is going to be like raw meat by the time the men
finish with you.

   "No, you don't have the choice of which tips to take and which to
reject. It's either all or none.  I'm going to give you 15 seconds to think
about it, and if you don't start eating his ass out by then, I'll know what
you decided.

   "There, I knew you were a smart man, Mr.  Jones.  Yes, stop for a second
until you can control your gagging.  And now you can start again. 
Remember, you need to be enthusiastic and really push your face between his
butt cheeks and get your tongue deep inside him.

   "Just keep going now and don't mind Mazutis.  She's going to adjust your
head and the man a little so she can come in and get a really clear
close-up.  Your wife, your friends and you are going to be delighted when
your flat screen television is filled with your long tongue coming out of
your mouth and pushing like a penis deep into his anus.

   "I'm glad you chose this over pain.  Your shredded face would look good
on the video, but this is even better.  Your enthusiasm for eating his ass
out makes it seem like you're finally getting excited about being degraded.
Look, your tongue inside him got him hard as a rock.  Now you can start
sucking."

   By the time the last man finished, Marshall's face was thickly coated
with sperm that had overflowed from his mouth.  His eyes were covered, and
his nose was full.  He was breathing hard through his open mouth, and he
was gagging and rasping as some of the come dropped in.

   "We're almost done, Mr.  Jones.  I like the white mask you're wearing.
Mazutis is going to clean up around your eyes so you can open them and
watch me.

   "We're going to finish with another pain and pleasure experience,
similar to the one before.  This time, you don't have to stand up.  Just
lie there and stroke your penis until you come.  Mazutis will help you by
arousing you a few times with her mouth until you are frantic again.

   "The pain part comes from inside your butt.  I'm going to put the left
hand in again alongside the right.  There, that was a lot easier than
before, wasn't it?  But now it gets harder.  The clients are interested in
seeing our giant gape finale, and that means I'm making both hands into
fists like this.  Now I'll gently begin pulling them out of you.

   "It's a slow process.  The pain will be so intense, that you will
totally lose control, and then things really start happening.  Sometimes
the head and neck move in weird ways, like they're made out of rubber. 
Your legs will twist and flop in all directions, and your body will writhe
like a snake.  Your arms and hands might be flapping like a bird.

   "The worst will be when I've almost pulled the fists out and I stop.  At
that point you'll be stretched wider than you would ever believe.  The
reason I'll stop is to wait for you.

   "We are both going to come at the same time.  I will come out of you
with my two fists and make a gigantic gape at the exact moment that you are
coming.  So if you want to get past the excruciating pain of my fists, once
Mazutis turns your penis over to your hands, you need to really work on it.
The longer you take to come, the more agony you'll have to endure.  Try to
ignore the feeling of my fists and focus on your pleasure.  Then you can
come, I can gape you and we'll be finished.

   "From past experience, you might not able to move much when we're done,
but don't worry.  We will get you washed up and dressed and ready for your
friends to take you home.  I won't have a chance to talk to you again, so I
want to tell you a few final things now.

   "First, I want to thank you for your contribution toward making this
video special with some great drama.  I'm really proud of what we've
accomplished.  As I said before, your friends, your wife and you will
receive a DVD with the final edited version of the video, as well as all
the raw footage.

   "Our contract specifies that the clients are allowed to show the DVD to
all past, present and future female employees who work under you, but no
one else.  Each woman will only see it once, except for the clients, who
can watch whenever they want.  They are not allowed to submit it to any
amateur porn site on the Internet or sell it.  Any violation will incur
severe financial penalties.

   "We're not worried about anyone violating these privacy provisions of
the contract, Mr.  Jones.  Your wife and friends didn't seem to be a nasty
bunch.  At our meeting, they were all giggly.  They told us that the two
things they were most excited about was watching the video themselves and
then watching your face as, one by one, all the women working under you saw
the video and began looking at you a different way at work.  They are sure
you'll become much more courteous to them because if you abuse them
verbally, they might say some things to you about what they saw that you
wouldn't like to hear.

   "So don't be concerned about the video.  The only thing you need to
worry about now is how to come while my two fists are slowly pulling your
anal cavity into the size of a watermelon.  I see that Mazutis is ready
with her magic mouth, so I'll start working my left hand in.  I'm sure
you'll put a lot of enthusiasm into your masturbation when the time comes
and this won't take long at all, Mr.  Jones.

   "And of course, I must tell you, as I tell everyone we work with, that
customer satisfaction is of supreme importance to the management and
employees of No Big Deal.  If you should ever need the services of
enthusiastic, professional little people again, we hope you will call on
us." 

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