Princess to Pleasure Slave Collection: The Forbidden Book of Monstrous Pleasures

by Amanda Clover

  A moment later the princess was rewarded with the odd sensation of the murkman's cock twitching between her lips and inside her gulping throat as his hot cum boiled down her esophagus. She felt the heat and weight of it pouring into her belly. The depraved insemination only added to the pleasure of her own orgasm. The murkman pulled his cock out slowly, drooling his cum against her tongue and allowing her to suck out the last dregs of his sour spunk.

  Exhausted from the fucking, wracked with a growing sense of guilt, the young princess collapsed forward onto the table. The murkmen departed without thanks, leaving her drooling their cum from mouth and ass and feeling utterly exhausted.

  Left alone in the chamber, Livia fantasized about escape. It seemed only a strange membrane, like a curtain, was drawn across the doorway. Perhaps, she thought, she could blend in with the other women she saw in the murkman's strange city. There had to be some way to return to the surface from this place.

  But Livia did not attempt to escape. She recovered from her fucking and, as the last effects of the toxin from earlier finally wore off, she retreated from her shameful position and slid off the table. She crawled on hands and knees and hid herself behind a row of shelves. These were piled high with jars like those that had contained the octopi used to draw blood from Livia. She could hear something gurgling in the jars and she shuddered with disgust.

  "I am damned," she moaned, feeling the weight of the murkman spunk inside her every hole. "I have to get out of here before I lose myself completely."

  The membrane the covered the doorway parted with a wet slipping of flesh. Livia lifted her head to peer out between the jars. She was surprised to see a human woman entering the chamber. She was pale and shapely, with large breasts capped with pale pink nipples and a loincloth tied around her wide hips. The pretty woman's blond hair, no longer than her shoulder and pulled back tightly from her face, seemed to have an oddly green tinge to it.

  Livia did not know what this woman intended, but she felt as if any human was an opportunity. She decided that she had to take a chance.

  "You must help me," said Livia, rising from her hiding place.

  "That is why I am here," said the woman. She smiled warmly and opened her arms. "You must want to return to the surface after all that has happened to you."

  "Yes!" cried Livia. "These fish-headed monsters took my virginity and subjected me to...to...torture. And then they ravished me, right here in this room. I can still feel their seed inside me...I..."

  The woman helped Livia out from behind the shelf. Her hands were tender and warm against Livia's slender body.

  "Shhhh," the woman caressed Livia's shoulders. "Be calm. All will be made well. You can return to the surface soon."

  "Yes? I thought you women were slaves to the murkmen."

  "Oh, no, by the Great One. We are not slaves to the Deep Walkers any more than a wife is a slave to her husband. As soon as we are bonded to a lifemate we can go to the surface whenever we please with the hunting parties. But...that is not for you, Shhhavaasshh."

  The word she spoke seemed to be in the flowing language of the murkmen. Livia shuddered at the sound emerging from the woman's mouth. It seemed the greatest blasphemy of all for this woman to speak the strange words of her captors.

  "W-what is your name?" asked Livia.

  "I was called Tala on the surface. Here I am called Sha-asha." The woman's smile was maddeningly perfect. "You may call me by either name. What is your name?"

  "Livia," said the princess. "I was on a ship...and it was attacked. I was being taken to my husband in Shaddobar. I am from the Iron Coast. I am a princess, you know."

  "That is why I am here," said Tala. She reached out and smoothed a lock of hair from Livia's face. "The blood the Ssshaasssaahh took from your body has been augured by the sorcerers of the city. That blood is a very special thing, a royal blood, and you are destined for greatness Livia. You have been chosen to become a bride of Xagon."

  "Who?" asked Livia, taking a step away and finding her bottom pressed against the edge of the stone table.

  "Xagon," repeated Tala. The word filled Livia with dread. "He is the Great One. You will become his bride and he will give you a daughter. She will look like you and not like a Deep Dweller. She will become the queen of this place. Do you understand now? You are to produce an heir to the throne!"

  "A queen?" The word filled Livia with sadness. She was going to be a queen once. When Tala said "queen" the meaning was strange and different from what it had been before.

  "Yes," said Tala sweetly. "Now I must prepare you for Xagon."

  "Prepare me? What does-"

  Livia felt a prick beneath her arm. She raised her hand to see that Tala had just stabbed her with a poison quill. The translucent bulb was already empty.

  "You...damned..."

  The princess swayed on her feet as the poison rushed through her veins once more. The anger she felt seemed stupid. Her shame was washed away. All that remained was an all-consuming lust. Tala smiled as the princess slid her arms around the shapely woman's waist. Livia pressed her lips against Tala's. The princess had never kissed a woman before, but as their lips parted and their tongues mingled, she could only wonder why she had waited so long.

  "Mmmmmm," murmured Tala. She wrapped Livia in her arms and the princess felt the warm softness of Tala's breasts. She wanted to feel more. She wanted to caress Tala's lovely body and run her tongue around the puffy pink of her nipples.

  "Come with me, sweet one," said Tala. "I will bathe you and make you ready for your marriage."

  Livia felt only excitement at the prospect. Tala took her by the hands and the shapely woman brought the princess to another room with a large pool of milky blue water. Tala shed her own loincloth, revealing her naked quim thatched with a trimmed triangle of green-blond hair. Livia watched Tala's hips swinging from side to side as she descended the steps and entered the pool of water.

  "You're so beautiful," moaned Livia.

  "You are as well, princess. Now come here and let me put you at ease."

  In the warm waters of the bath there was no restraining the lust Livia felt within her. She wrapped Tala in her arms and pressed the shapely woman against the edge of the pool. Tala laughed, but Livia quieted her laughter with a deep, open-mouthed kiss. The princess probed her tongue deep into the heat of the kiss and ran her hands up Tala's hips, between her soft thighs, and to the submerged groove of her velvet cunt.

  "You do have an appetite, don't you princess?" murmured Tala.

  "I would know every inch of your flesh," gasped Livia, totally in the thrall of the poison. She kissed her way from Tala's shoulder to the soft mounds of her breasts. The princess gathered them in her hands and pressed them tight together to run her tongue from one to the other. She marveled at the way the soft pink of her nipples tightened into fat, rubbery erectness. Livia wrapped her lips around one and began to suck. Her eyes went wide as she was rewarded with a hot gulp of cream.

  "You are...with milk?"

  "Yes," cooed Tala, stroking the damp hair from Livia's face. "Drink as much as you like, princess. It is good for you."

  "Yesss," moaned Livia, returning her hungry mouth to Tala's nipple and suckling the warm, sweet milk from her breast. She drank and squeezed and licked as the fingers of her other hand explored Tala's hot cove beneath the cover of the water. The more of the comely woman's milk she swallowed the more the princess's lust governed her every action.

  "You are a hungry one," giggled Tala. She cradled the suckling princess against her bosom.

  Livia peered up at Tala, stroking her own cunt as she squeezed and sucked at Tala's milk-heavy breasts. She wrapped her slender legs around Tala's thigh and began to grind her aching furrow against the woman.

  "When your child is born...oooh...I will nurse her for you," said Tala. "I will become your handmaiden and it will honor me to hold the future queen in my arms. But now..."

  Tala lifted Livia from her breast. A trickle of milk spill
ed from Livia's lips and fell down her chin.

  "...I wish to hold the bride of Xagon in my arms."

  Princess and handmaiden met once more in a passionate kiss. Tala pulled Livia into the deeper water and ducked beneath the surface. Livia gasped as Tala's fingers tickled over her thighs and bottom and between her legs. She felt the handmaiden's face between her thighs, Tala's tongue pressed insistently at Livia's groove.

  "Gods...gods below," moaned Livia.

  She had never felt such pleasure as what she experienced as Tala's tongue lashed the princess's clit. Her orgasm was almost immediate, leg-trembling, and excruciating. Tala's tongue delved into Livia's tender folds, pressing into her cum-slick channel and driving around and over her aching clit. Tala's arms wrapped around Livia's submerged bottom and the handmaiden's fingers teased the princess's ass.

  Livia was so lost to the pleasure of her continuous orgasm that she lost track of time. Livia's climax finally subsided and her handmaiden lifted up from beneath the water. Tala's slicked-down hair was especially green and Livia could not help but notice the flexing of rows of gills on either side of the woman's neck.

  "What are you?"

  "Mmmm," Tala embraced Livia and teased her shoulder and neck with delicate kisses. "I am the daughter of a woman like you. My father was like the hunter who saved you from the sea."

  "You were...born here?" moaned Livia. "To one of them?"

  "To one of us." Tala nibbled at Livia's ear and exhaled a tickling "Yessss" with lips against the princess.

  The handmaiden's preparations for the princess had only begun. Tala slid Livia to the water's edge and bent her over with the princess's firm bottom raised above the water. The handmaiden's tongue massaged Livia's puckered pink and teased the cleft of her cunt once more. It was a tongue bath that Livia was hardly in any condition to refuse. She cried out with pleasure as the handmaiden's adventurous tongue explored the depths of her ass.

  "I never...I never imagined such things," cried Livia, pressing her firm bottom back against the handmaiden's face. Tala's fingers drove into Livia's quim and strummed against her clit. The princess rocked her hips and begged for more. Tala was relentless, pleasuring with tongue and finger, sucking nipples and toes and tongue to squirming tongue.

  At last, Livia lay exhausted and panting on the smooth stone by the water's edge. Tala knelt beside her. She had brought a small jar of orange jelly-like liquid that she poured out into her hands and began to massage into Livia's cunt and her clenched anus. Tala's fingers were gentle, but she pushed them very deep into Livia's well-used holes.

  "That feels very nice," murmured the princess.

  "Shhhh," said Tala. "Close your eyes. This part is very important."

  Livia nearly closed her eyes as the handmaiden took out her fingers and spread more of the orange jelly on her fingers, her hand and up to her elbow. Livia smiled up at her as the handmaiden began to work her fingers in again, deeper and deeper, pushing her entire hand into Livia's cunt and her other hand into the princess's ass. Livia was too deep under the influence of the poison injected into her body to think anything was amiss as Tala leaned low over her and began to work her fist, wrist and forearm into the princess's cunt.

  "Wh-what are you doing?" moaned Livia with a smile on her face. "It feels strange."

  "Not every bride survives the love of Xagon," said Tala. "I am helping to prepare your body to receive his holy seed."

  Livia smiled at the thought of being filled with the hard cock of Xagon. She wondered if he would be handsome. The princess drifted into a dreamlike repose as Tala worked the orange jelly deeper and deeper into her body. She had no worries or fears about her betrothal. She only hoped that she could satisfy her husband's desire. Livia's lower body began to feel numb and she slipped in an out of her euphoric dream state.

  Other women came into the chamber. They spoke softly and marveled at Livia's beauty. The congratulated her on her good fortune and wished her well during the ceremony. Livia was very happy and she began to cry tears of joy. The women brushed her hair and soothed her bruises and scrapes with salves. They caressed her with kind hands. They kissed her lips. They wove sea flowers into her hair and put a white gown upon her body.

  "It is time," said Tala. "The calling has already begun. Xagon's lust for you is rising from the depths."

  Livia threw her arms around Tala and embraced her as a sister and friend. She felt a great welling of affection for all of the women that surrounded her.

  "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for helping me."

  "You're welcome!" called one woman. Another woman shouted, "We love you, princess!"

  They swarmed around Livia and guided her through the corridors and to the massive chamber ringing with the sounds of the deep. A chanting chorus of murkmen in red headdresses chanted all around the pool, raising their hands and waving their scepters in coordinated gestures.

  A platform extended over an inky blank pool. Upon the platform were two black stones from which hung chains and manacles.

  Tala and Livia walked onto the platform. Livia felt suddenly dizzy with vertigo, as if the dark pool below them was a cavern into which she could fall to her death. Tala caught her and helped her walk to the standing stones. The handmaiden gently pulled out the manacles and secured them around Livia's wrists so that the princess could only stand exactly between the two stones.

  The chanting murkmen became louder and louder. Fear was finally beginning to creep into Livia's mind. She still wanted to marry Xagon and bear his daughter, but the dark and vast chamber and the many chanting merkman were frightening her. When she realized that Tala had retreated most of the way off the platform, Livia's fear nearly became a panic.

  When the huge chamber began to shake, Livia could finally stand no more, and she began to scream. Her wails echoed from the ceiling, her high-voiced scream piercing the rumbling and the roar of the chant. Something was moving in the pool. She could see its huge, dark shape in the water, rising towards the surface. The shaking in the chamber became so terrifying she feared the whole room might collapse. Even the murkmen were shaken off their feet and the chant lost its cohesion.

  The surface of the pool boiled with movement. Rivulets of dust poured from the unseen roof of the chamber. There was a great thrashing on the surface of the water and dozens of serpent-like creatures burst from the water. Terror gripped the shackled princess as the snakes launched up to the platform and began to curl around the edges and peel loose the mosaic tiles beneath her feet.

  The chanting stopped. The shaking stopped. For a moment all was silent but for the hissing serpents. A geyser exploded from beneath the water and drenched Livia's gown so thoroughly that it became sheer against her pale flesh, straining nipples, and the dark thatch between her legs. When the princess was sure she could not be any more afraid, the Great One, Xagon, lifted up from the pool and pulled himself onto the platform before Livia's disbelieving eyes.

  He was a giant, three times as big as a man, with gray flesh mottled with black on his shoulders and completely black across his finned back. The serpents, thick as Livia's arms, were actually dozens of huge tentacles that emerged from Xagon's back. His head was more amphibian than fish, split open horizontally with a saw-toothed maw that seemed big enough to swallow Livia whole. His red-black eyes were comparatively small and angled in his muscular face to give the appearance of anger. A pair of nostrils flared and when the giant exhaled she felt his fetid breath blowing back her hair.

  "Nooooo," moaned Livia.

  The platform shook beneath Xagon's feet and the great, beetle-eyed brute stomped towards her. She trembled with fear. No amount of the poison in her blood could overcome the primal terror she felt. He snarled and lowered his head. His shoulder muscles flexed and he shook his great cape of tentacles and cracked them like whips over Livia's head.

  Xagon let out a roar that shook Livia's body. He crossed the platform in two loping strides and seized her in a half dozen of his powerful tentacles.
The tendrils tightened around her arms, legs, and around her body. More of them wrapped around the chains that held her to the rocks. The cold iron broke with a muscular flex of the tentacles. Links of chain clattered onto the platform.

  Xagon growled with delight as he lifted Livia up and into the air. His tentacles carried her close to his huge face. He sniffed at her body and ran a slimy, black tongue from her knee to her abdomen. There was a tug against her shoulders and Xagon's tentacles shredded the princess's waterlogged gown.

  The Great One sniffed at her cunt so vigorously that she thought for a moment he might swallow her whole. Instead, the giant extended his tongue and, with surprising delicacy, ran the slippery muscle over her aching cunt. A push of the very tip of his tongue parted her folds and he entered her and tasted her like the mollusk of the murkmen. The powerful wedge stretched her open, widening her entrance to accommodate the fat wriggle of his tongue. He exhaled his briny breath over her body and she trembled in his grasp. Her terror competed with the undeniable pleasure of his huge tongue ravishing her tiny cunt.

  "Please," she moaned, unsure of what word might follow.

  A tentacle slithered over Livia's chest and its tiny suction cups plucked at her sensitive nipples. She cried out, writhing in the tentacle's constrictor grasp and pressing her tight furrow down against Xagon's probing tongue. Despite the surreal terror of the situation, Livia's pleasure was rising. Feeling the tip of a tentacle squirming against the clench of her ass only heightened her ecstasy.

  "Morrreee!" she cried out and a slime-dripping tentacle thrust into her open mouth. She sucked it as if it were a cock as the fat tentacle at her ass pressed into her greased hole and filled her in a single thrust. She could feel it squirming dangerously deep inside her and she could no longer hold back. She screamed "Xagon!" and the hot honey of her cunt poured out across the Great One's tongue.