Once upon a time, a long, long time ago there was a video store owner who was very poor. The invention of Netflix had taken a huge chunk of his business and people just weren't coming in to rent movies or video games any longer. He did however have a very beautiful daughter who was also an amateur model and thus very well known in the community.
One day it came to pass that the store owner had to go and talk to his banker and in order to make himself seem more important he said to his banker, "My daughter can turn coal into silks."
The Banker's eyes were momentarily replaced with dollar signs and a smile spread from ear to ear. "That is a quite a trick. If you're daughter is truly able to perform these miracles bring her to my mansion tomorrow evening and I will put her to the test. Then we'll work something out, you and I."
The store owner didn't tell his daughter what he'd promised she could do, but he did tell her to wear something nice for when she met the Banker. She absolutely trusted her father and it never crossed her mind that he might had made some kind of fantastic promise. The most he'd ever asked of her before was for her to lifeguard one of his friend's parties.
When the man arrived at the Banker's house he and his daughter were greeted with a fantastic dinner. Neither of them had ever seen so much quality food at one time before. Lobster, steak, caviar and fine wines all of it brought to them by servants. The poor owner pretended not to notice the ladies, all dressed like fetishized French Maids even when they were nearly spilling out of their dresses to pour him more wine. His daughter couldn't stop blushing whenever one of the men in their Speedos and bowties took away her plate and replaced it with the next dish. The Banker of course was completely unphased by feast of flesh all around him.
When the meal was finished he had his servants escort them all down to the basement which was filled to the brim with newspaper. The daughter was very confused when she was lead into the room and even more when she looked back and saw her father and the Banker had not entered after her. She recognized the look on her father's face though, it was the same look he got when he sent her younger brother to join the Army. He didn't come back.
The Banker though had a different expression, a tight dark grin. "Your father has told me you can perform an incredible trick and turn newspaper into silk. Normally I would recycle this, it makes me look good in the community and brings in some spare change but I can sell silk or dress up my girls. You will set to work and if by tomorrow morning at first sun's light you have not turned this all into silk I will keep you here as one of my girls.
Without saying another word he locked her up in the room. The poor woman looked around the room and started to panic. The idea of being one of the Banker's little fetish girls terrified her and she knew that was going to happen. Turning newspaper into silk was as stupid as trying to spin hay into gold! Absolutely impossible.
After sitting for what felt like hours the woman actually picked up the papers and flying into a frustrated rage threw them against the walls. She toppled the towers and tore apart the pages. She screamed and when she'd finally exhausted herself she collapsed into a heap in the corner and started to weep.
While she was still curled in the corner wondering how her father could have damned her to this fate the door flew open and in came a small twisted man. If he'd been able to stand up straight he still wouldn't quite have passed the young woman's shoulder but bent as he was he stare at her naval. If she were upright, curled in the corner he was just about at eye level. "Good evening young mistress, why are you crying so?"
The girl looked up at him through her tear soaked eyes and replied. "I have to turn newspapers into silk. Which is fucking impossible and if I fail the Banker is going make me a servant!"
"That is so cruel. How did this fate come to befall a woman as comely as you?" The twisted man asked. The woman told him the story at once. "That is most unfortunate. Of course I know how to turn newspaper into silk, or straw into gold. If I do this for you what will you do for me?"
"Anything." The girl immediately replied without even a second thought.
"Anything?" The gnarled man replied.
"Don't be stupid. You're asking if I'll have sex with you. I'll give you a blow job, is that enough?"
"I'll tell you after you give me a blow job." The warped man replied.
"Is that all you want? Show me you can turn newspaper into silk and I'll blow your mind." The young woman replied.
"Of course. I wouldn't want you to do something without proof of course." The twisted little man walked over to a bundle of newspaper and started twisting it around. When he was finished twisting it he unfurled it as silk. "Is this to your satisfaction?"
The young woman walked over and snatched the silk from the small man and ran it against her skin. It was impossible but it was real silk. "If I give you a blow job you'll turn the rest into silk?"
"Of course." The small man replied.
"Well that's better than being one of the Banker's whores." The young woman replied.
The young woman crawled over to the twisted man and unfastened his pants. The cock hidden beneath his trousers was every bit as twisted as the rest of him. The similiarity ended ther however, his cock was monstrous almost a third leg. The young woman's jaw dropped when she saw it.
"You're not changing your mind are you?" The twisted little man asked.
The young woman swallowed hard and shook her head. She would only have to do this once and then she'd be free of him, if she didn't she'd belong to the Banker forever. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around the tip of his cock and started running her tongue all around the head of his cock. Her fingers couldn't quite close around the massive girth of his cock working her hands up and down the length of the gnarled cock.
The man reached down and ran his fingers through the young woman's hair eventually wrapping it around his fist and so he could guide her up and down his cock. Each time he forced her to take him just a little farther until finally her nose was pressed up against his belly. His scrotum was bouncing off her chin when he finally unloaded his spunk into her mouth.
"Swallow it." The man said.
The young woman looked up at him in disgust but gulped down then opened her mouth so he could see she had obeyed him.
"Good!"
Satisfied the man took a seat in the middle of the room and twist, twist, twist and a bundle of newspaper was turned to silk. Twist, twist, twist he kept at it for hours until the sky started to brighten. Then he left.
The Banker walked into the room holding a French Maid costume for the young woman. "I think this will fi-" The words were stuck in his mouth when he saw that impossibly she had accomplished her task. There wasn't a single bundle of newspaper left in the room. Instead there were piles of the finest silk.
The Banker didn't know how she had accomplished this and the truth is he didn't really care. He walked into the room inspecting the silk and after having examined it all he declared that it wasn't enough to pay her father's debt. He had the young woman taken to another room filled with news paper, this one nearly twice as large and he told her to turn this into silk as well.
The young woman didn't know how she'd gotten herself into this mess and her thoughts turned dark and toward her father. How could he have done this to her? It didn't really matter, she was trapped and still didn't know how to turn newspaper into silk and soon she was crying in the corner of the room. The door opened and the little man walked in. "What will you do if I turn this newspaper into silk for you?"
