Chapter 27

When Bobbie and the children arrived at the circus it was still early afternoon. Tom had a couple of calls to make for PHA and had told Bobbie he would meet her at the circus later. In response to a strong suggestion Bobbie made to Joyce Collier, the woman was planning on making a stop on the way, too. On being informed of their arrival by a uniformed security guard, both Gabel-Williams and the circus general manager came running. When Gunther met Bobbie, he just stopped, whistled softly and murmured fervently, "You are the most beautiful woman alive!"

Bobbie greeted him warmly and gave him a loving kiss that sent him reeling. Then she said, "Sir, I have seen photographs of your wife and children, so I will take your comment as the highest praise. Clearly, you are used to sharing your bed with rare beauty!

Williams was genuinely puzzled. "Were you ... were you raised on the Continent, by any chance?"

"No sir, I wasn't," she replied. "In fact, I've never yet had the opportunity even to visit. But why do you ask?"

"Because your words are so ... polished," he replied. Bobbie assured him that they were sincere and was pleased that he took them as the warm compliment they were intended to be. Then he said, "And your kiss: It is like Andy's but with so much more power and maturity behind it. Bobbie, when she is your age, she will be the same."

Bobbie was then introduced to the general manager, Byron Crosby.

When Gabel and Crosby confirmed to her in detail what Joyce had told her at lunch, she explained her idea of doing another special show that evening and inviting as many of the professional skeptics as they could reach. Crosby trotted off towards his office to put the plan into action while Gabel took Bobbie and the kids to the practice ring where the tigers had already been released from their individual cages and were waiting.

Acting on a premonition, Andy Cartwright asked Gabel to be left alone with the great cats and asked him to send down Miss Collier and Tom as soon as they arrived. Although her remark injured his pride a bit, he had absolutely no compunction about leaving them alone with the tigers. He was certain that any friends of the children would be safe with them. At the same time, having experienced Bobbie's incredible kiss, he suspected that the children wanted to introduce Bobbie to the tigers alone.

Whether from scent, sound, or instinct, the tigers were pacing their cage in eager anticipation of seeing Andy and Ken. The animals knew the children were in the circus and were coming to see them. When they appeared, the tigers let out the loudest roar Bobbie had ever heard or imagined. The sound was further intensified by the relatively confined space.

But the strangest thing was that the sound was an incredibly happy one and she realized that a happy roar was essentially an oxymoron. As the children headed towards the cage's door, the animals instantly took up positions in a circle and sat up catlike with their tails around their forepaws. Once in the cage, the children were quickly moving around the circle to individually greet each of their giant friends. Bobbie moved closer to the bars to get a better look.

At that point the tiger, Sasha, saw her and let out a loud scream. Instantly, the other cats looked up and saw Bobbie, too. The next moment the cats had jumped to the edge of the cage as close to Bobbie as they could get and prostrated themselves before her. They even closed their eyes, making themselves truly defenseless, since the great cats use their extraordinarily acute eyesight to hunt, rather than the sense of smell or some other sense. When the tigers' eyes closed, the two children let themselves out of the cage, stripped off all of their clothes and went to Bobbie who was still watching the tigers in utter amazement.

"Bobbie," Andy whispered, "Please don't get upset or anything, but take off your clothes and come with us. Please?"

Without even thinking, she stripped off all of her clothes. After her six-month honeymoon spent without ever wearing a stitch, she was really more comfortable completely bare. Then looking at Andy she asked, "What, in Heaven's name, is going on here?"

"We certainly didn't know it would happen, but it's really no surprise to Ken or me. You see, darling Bobbie, you're their queen! Now it all makes sense. Ken is the prince, and I am the princess. You're the queen and, of course, Tom is their king. Your subjects are waiting to greet you, Majesty," Andy finished softly.

Then she added, "Bobbie, please do Ken and me a favor? When you go into the cage and look at the cats, don't look at the animal; look into his eyes and into his brain. Please?"

Although she had no idea what Andy was talking about, she followed the children into the cage and Ken barred the door. Then Andy announced in an imperious voice, "The Queen awaits the homage of her subjects!"

Prince was, as usual, the first cat in line. He sat upright in front of her and just looked into her eyes. Since the children were only about three feet tall, when the tigers were sitting like cats, their heads were at a level far higher than the children were tall. With Bobbie, their heads were nearly on a level with hers. Remembering Andy's instructions, Bobbie looked into the cat's enormous green eyes.

The first thing that registered was that, while every big cat she had ever seen before — either live at the circus, in a zoo, or in photographs — had green eyes that were as cold as Antarctic ice, Prince's eyes were warm, loving and ... worshipful. Looking deeper she could actually hear the animal telling her how much he loved her and was dedicating the rest of his life to her service.

"Thank you, dear Prince," Bobbie said softly. "My name is Bobbie, and I love you very much. May I give you a kiss?" Bobbie could feel the animal's great heart heave in excitement: his queen had said that she loved him! The giant animal was utterly overcome with emotion. Moving close, Bobbie wrapped her arms around his huge neck and kissed him. As she did, she could feel his giant chest moving very gently from side to side exciting her nipples that were in contact with him. The feeling was utterly spectacular!

She repeated with each of the other cats and found that she no longer had to look into their eyes nor even look at them at all to hear clearly what each was trying to communicate. It was an utterly uncanny experience. After greeting the next-to-last tiger, Sasha, she looked at him in utter amazement.

With his eyes close to tears he was begging her to be allowed to lick her glorious slit — her sex that was so regularly penetrated by their king; her sex that would soon produce magnificent children as heirs to the realm!

All she knew about tigers was that their tongues were enormous in size and felt as rough as coarse-grade sandpaper. Nonetheless, she accepted his offer. First, though, recognizing the possibility that Sasha's tongue on her sensitive clit could cause her to pass out, she ordered Prince and Rudy to take positions beside her.

Instantly she felt the intense pride that Prince and Rudy were feeling at being so honored to be selected as personal guardians of the queen! Prince took a position on her right and Rudy on her left standing at forty-five degree angles to her. The tigers then sat down in a way that permitted her to lean back and be supported by their backs as if she were in an easy chair. Both cats watched Sasha who was still standing in front of her with his eyes wide.

Bobbie spread her legs wide, held her head up proudly with her shoulders back, and thrust her full breasts up and out. Her nipples were now fully engorged and were vibrating with the tension she was feeling. Then with the greatest care, Sasha extended his tongue like a snake. First he licked each of her sensitive labia.

The feeling was remarkable. It was remarkably sexy, in fact. Then his tongue darted out between her legs, wrapped up beneath her and licked delicately from beyond her anal opening, under her crotch and then gently parted her vaginal lips. When the rough surface of his tongue contacted her sensitive clit, she let out an involuntary scream of pleasure and released a small river of her orgasmic cream.

Meanwhile, Andy and Ken were standing well off to the side, watching. Although they had slept with Bobbie at school while she was naked, this was the first time either had seen her standing proudly naked since she returned from her honeymoon.

"Oh, Ken!" Andy exclaimed, "I would give anything to look like that when I grow up! Isn't she exquisite? Have you ever seen anything more beautiful or more primitive?"

Ken had his arm around Andy tightly. He pulled her close and she felt the wonderful sensation of his tiny penis against her loins. They melted together in a passionate kiss while their bodies moved to create a wonderfully thrilling friction between them.

When Bobbie released, Sasha carefully licked up every succulent drop. Then he dropped flat on the floor and pledged eternal love and loyalty to his sacred queen. Having started, Bobbie continued until each of the animals had feasted on her love juices. By the time they finished Bobbie realized that all of the animals were emotionally overcome. Their experience of feasting on her body had been so emotionally overwhelming they were in a state of shock.

Bobbie herself was close to a physical collapse as well, having experienced a series of ten incredibly intense orgasms in a very short space of time. Recognizing the signs, the children led her out of the cage, and helped her to a director's chair nearby. Once seated, Andy covered her with a white wool blanket while Ken dressed in a flash and then ran off for coffee.

Bobbie had closed her eyes and was breathing deeply to recover from her experience. When she finally opened them again, she found herself looking into Joyce Collier's tear-reddened eyes.

"Hi," she murmured softly. "Did you do what I suggested?" Having learned that Joyce was a Catholic, Bobbie had urged her to find a priest and make her confession.

"Barbara Conroy, you idiot!" Joyce exclaimed. "Can you honestly look at my eyes and still ask such a stupid question? Can you?"

Bobbie's strength and youthful resilience, coupled with Joyce's crack, restored her almost to normal. "Well, how should I know? You might have been peeling onions."

Without saying another word Joyce sat down on Bobbie's lap and proceeded to kiss her. To Bobbie, this kiss was quite different from the earlier one at the restaurant. Now everything about Joyce Collier was clean and fresh and new. There was a remarkable degree of purity, innocence, and grace in the kiss.

When she finally pulled back Bobbie said softly, "I guess it wasn't from peeling onions, was it?"

"It sure as hell was not!" Joyce exclaimed. Then her face showed concern as she asked, "How was it? Did they hurt you?"

"Joyce, they cannot. It is impossible. You see, for some reason they consider me to be their queen." Then Bobbie looked deeply into Joyce's eyes and then smiled. "You feel a lot better now, don't you?"

The girl just smiled weakly and nodded.

Then Bobbie said, "Joyce, I have a theory, and it's one reason I suggested that you go to confession. The theory is that the reason these tigers react the way they do to the children — they consider them to be their prince and princess, by the way — is because they are so clean and pure and close to God. Anyway, would you like a story? In fact, would you like to be in the story?"

Joyce looked deeply into Bobbie's eyes, saw the incredible love always shining there, but saw something else, too. There appeared to be a deep affection for her rather than just the normally unfocussed love.

"You mean a real story, don't you? Rather than my normal practice of stealing assignments and stealing stories?" She shook her head, grinned wryly and said, "Well, I guess there should be a new professional me to go with the new personal me."

Then she clapped her hands with glee and exclaimed, "Let's do it!"

"Honey, I think you'll have to start off naked," Bobbie said softly. "Can you handle that?"

Cocking her head to one side, Joyce raised an eyebrow and said, "The girl who would do any filthy thing with anyone, anywhere? Bobbie, surely you jest!"

With that she began quickly to shed her clothes. When she was naked, she stood up straight and asked, "What do you think? No woman can ever be as physically perfect as you are but..."

Joyce Collier was twenty-eight years old, five feet seven inches tall with tawny gold hair — almost a match with the basic color of the tigers' coats — and emerald-green eyes. Her body had an all-over golden tan, and her figure was magnificent with firm, full breasts, a slim waist that flowed down through trim hips and magnificent legs.

When Bobbie commented on her tan, the girl just shrugged and said one of the guys who had been fucking her early on in her career didn't like strap marks and she had come to like being tanned all over, too.

After rising from the chair Bobbie just stretched, revealing her own muscular development. "I didn't know the half of it, did I!?" Joyce exclaimed softly.

Then Bobbie moved to the door of the cage, but stopped before opening it and looked at Joyce. "Honey, before you march in there, please recognize the risk you're running. Remember that last night, when the imps were performing, there was not a single professional circus person in the ring. Not one! Even after watching the kids in the afternoon, there was no way any of them would be close to these cats without heavy bars between them. After all, these are the most dangerous wild animals in the world — and they are wild. They are not tame. Are you really sure you want to do it?"

"What's the worst thing that could happen?" the girl asked. "One of them eats me alive and then gets a bad case of indigestion. But I think he would survive. I doubt if eating me would kill him. Let's do it!"

The big cats had gathered in a tight semicircle around the door with their eyes focused on Bobbie. She took Joyce in her arms, pulled the woman's beautiful body close to her own and kissed her. She heard contented sounds from the cats and could feel their approval. Releasing Joyce, she opened the door and led Joyce by the hand into the cage.

"Boys," she said, "this is my friend and handmaiden, Joyce Collier. I want you all to give an appropriate welcome to an important member of my court."

Turning to Joyce she said, "Honey, focus on their eyes and try to see into their brains. If it works — and I sure hope it does — you'll quickly understand what I mean."