An innocent virgin is tied to a wheel of fortune. When it stops spinning, she will be bred to the circus freak between her legs! Will it be the strongman, the midgets, or the bearded lady? More
When the circus sweeps into town, she thinks she's found her ticket out of rural Kansas. But joining the circus means a life of sacrifice that starts on the first night. Soon Tara finds herself bound to a spinning wheel and surrounded by circus performers, freaks, and carnies. When the wheel stops, the breeding begins. Who will it be?
Caution: This 5,600 word story contains explicit adult content, including the reluctant public breeding of an innocent young virgin by a massive circus strongman named "The Muscle!" All characters are over 18.
At their leader's command, the ring of performers widened as the others moved away, but the strongman - The Muscle - stood looking down at her, a triumphant look on his face. His shoulders wouldn't fit through a doorway, and every inch of him bulged with hard muscle, revealed by his clothing, a tiny pair of shorts so tight that they left little to the imagination but concealed a bulge with the same outsized proportions as the rest of him.
The Muscle's hair was close-cropped in a military-style cut, and he had the strong, square jaw and steely eyes of a fighter pilot. His face split in a massive grin as he admired Tara's naked curves.
She stared up at him from the expanse of smooth wood, completely exposed. Her firm, young breasts stood pert on her chest, their tips hard and dark with excitement. With her ankles spread apart and bound, The Muscle could see every bit of her, parts she'd never shown to any man. Tara felt short of breath, and she'd never felt more vulnerable. But when the Muscle reached down to stroke her calves with his big, callused hands, she felt a tingle run up her legs and rekindle the desire she remembered from her vision in Esmeralda's tent.