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

by Amanda Clover

  "Dear girl," said the man standing over her. "I cannot promise I will be gentle, but in time you will learn to enjoy the spear up that little cunt."

  She trembled, anticipating the first agonizing thrust of his cock. She knew from her sisters and friends, no longer maidens, that there would be pain. She heard one of the horses stirring nearby. One of the men pinning her legs suddenly lifted up.

  "What the-"

  Hot liquid sprayed across Kala's breasts and belly. There was a thump beside her and something rolled against her arm. She opened her eyes as the man poised to rape her turned and tried to draw his saddle knife. A massive axe cleaved through his chest, splitting the man into two halves that sprayed blood and flopped to the ground.

  Standing behind the dead man was something Kala had only heard about in tales. It was half again taller than any man she had ever seen. Its shape was roughly human, its upper body piling muscles upon muscles to the hunched crest of its shoulders. Its flesh was covered in tan flesh that extended down to its waist. Beginning at its waist was a shaggy pelt of brown fur that wrapped its legs. The dark brown of its cocksheath dangled between its thighs. It possessed huge hooves instead of feet and its hands seemed rougher and simpler than those of a man.

  Kala looked up at its face and knew for certain that this was a beast breed, a taurek to the men of the west and north, who had some dealings with them, but a savage minotaur to Kala and her kin. His face was that of a wild bull, wide, muscular, almost noble, but with his lips curled back so that she could see the sharpened teeth that marked him as a meat-eater. His brow nearly covered his dark eyes.

  "No!" cried Kala, shielding herself from the beast's double-bladed ax. The minotaur ignored her, stepping over her supine body to pursue the third man attempting to escape.

  A voice in Kala's head screamed for her to move. She had one chance to escape and she had to take it. She rose unsteadily to her feet, disgusted by the blood covering her. She ran for the horses. The animals were terrified. She could not catch the reins of any of them and they fled in different directions into the Toothwood.

  A terrible, gurgling scream sounded behind her. She knew it was the end of the third horseman and soon the minotaur would turn its attention to her. There was nowhere to run. No escape possible. She found her saddle knife in the grass and turned to face the minotaur as it emerged from the woods.

  It shook the blood from its terrible ax. Its dark eyes seemed to narrow as it looked her over.

  "Stay back!" she said, holding the knife out. "I'll...I'll mark you for life!"

  The minotaur stood like a statue just outside the tree line. Drops of blood slid over its muscular chest. It stared at Kala, snorting and flaring the wide nostrils on its bovine snout. She thought it might go or might let her go. The minotaur hefted its massive ax in one hand and slid it, blade first, into a basket sheath on its back between its shoulders. It made a sound like a growl and it came for Kala.

  She stabbed her blade into the meat of its forearm as it reached for her. In that moment as the blade sunk into its hard muscles the princess knew what a folly it had been to think she could harm the minotaur at all. The blade hardly cut him and the minotaur seemed to take no notice. His huge hand wrapped around her throat and he picked her up. Maybe it was the pressure on her neck, maybe it was her fear, but she felt herself grow faint and then darkness swallowed her up.

  She awoke to the crackling of a fire. She was able to sit up and see, by the warm light of the fire, that she was cleaned and had been wrapped in the heavy pelt of some sort of wolf. She was naked beneath the fur. Her hands were free, but her ankles were bound together with bands of heavy rope. When she tries to wriggle her feet the knots only seemed to tighten around her ankles.

  There was a monster, she thought. A minotaur. Could I have dreamed it?

  No, not a dream, she realized as the massive, bull-headed beast appeared from the darkness and entered the firelight. He had a whole boar, gutted and bloodied, its head removed by the minotaur's huge ax. She watched, trembling in terror, as the minotaur skewered the boar and set it across the flames. It began to sizzle almost immediately.

  The brute turned to her and she shrunk away, trying to disappear into the furs. The minotaur grunted, almost a word sound, and then he pulled away the heavy fur covering her. She was not cold in the fire-warmed cave and yet she trembled as the minotaur looked at her naked body. Her muscular legs, belonging to a horsewoman, her firm belly and powerful arms, and the great, soft mounds of her breasts, quaking with her fear.

  "Please don't kill me," whispered Kala. "My family...my father is a Kan. He has many horses, spices to trade, he can pay a ransom. Just don't..."

  Her eyes flicked to the boar sizzling over the fire. The boar was headless, just like that man the minotaur had decapitated so easily. And the other he had cut in half. Would she soon be spitted over a fire to satiate the minotaur's hunger.

  The huge beast grunted once again, seeming to see that she was looking at the boar. He tore a steaming haunch from the pig and held it out to her.

  He thinks I am hungry, she thought. He is sharing his food with me. That does not seem like something he would do if he was going to eat me.

  Kala reached out slowly and took the haunch from the minotaur's hand. His fingers were nearly as big as her wrist. His forearm bulged with muscles she did not even think a man had.

  "Thank you," said Kala. She was surprised to realize she meant it. She bit into the boar meat. It was tough and undercooked on one side, but the savory richness satisfied a hunger she had not realized she had. Grease dripped from her chin.

  She was so ravenous that it took her several bites to realize that the minotaur was watching. He curled back his lips in something like a smile and snorted loudly, apparently pleased with her beastly manners. With a crunch of breaking bones, the minotaur split the boar in half and devoured the roast pig in huge bites. She was astonished by the minotaur's appetite. In moments he had cleaned half the pig to the bone and set to work on the other half.

  When the brute had finished, he tossed aside the carcass and lifted a huge wine skin that glugged with liquid. Creamy white poured out and into the minotaur's open mouth. It smelled strongly of alcohol. The beast held the skin out to Kala.

  It was heavy and unwieldy. She had to place it on her knees and bend her body back with the spout between her lips. A warm gush of strong, creamy alcohol filled her mouth. It was, she realized, some sort of fermented milk brew, sweetened with honey. She was very thirsty and so drank as much as she could manage even though the sour milk taste was revolting.

  The minotaur grunted and took the skin from her. She felt hot all over from the potent alcohol. It relaxed her muscles and blanketed her fear of the minotaur with a comforting warmth. She forgot about the ropes binding her ankles. She even forgot the horrors she had witnessed at the moot.

  The minotaur drank another measure of the fermented milk and capped the skin. He put it aside and turned to Kala with an unreadable intensity to his expression. He moved suddenly, taking hold of the knots binding her legs and uncoiling them with a painful yank.

  Kala gasped, a sharp pang of fear penetrating her drunken haze. The minotaur grunted, its breath hot on her face as it spread her legs wide apart. Her bare cunt was at his mercy. She had not even thought this might happen, she did not know what to do or say or how to react to the growing heat between her thighs.

  She took in the minotaur's impossibly muscular body and the dark fringe of fur that wrapped his waist. The dark sheath of his cock throbbed and the length of his cock slid out with the suddenness of a breeding stud. It was terrifyingly huge, the pink shaft like that of a man but twice again as thick and four times the length. The head was blunt like a stallion, a huge instrument suited for a mare and not for a woman like Kala.

  "Please," she cried. "It's too big for me!"

  She was surprised at her own words. Surprised that her fear was at the size of the minotaur's cock and not the act of bein
g mounted like a beast. She did not know if it was the alcohol or her own desires being revealed, but her body was already responding to the way the minotaur was touching her. He ran his rough hands up her hips and gathered her breasts in his palms.

  Her fat nipples grew hard and the minotaur rolled them between his fingers. He plucked at them and leaned his head forward to run his long, pink tongue across them. She gasped and writhed beneath him, but there was nowhere to go even if she wanted to escape. The minotaur easily pinned her to the floor of the cave.

  "Be gentle," she said softly.

  The minotaur grunted and lifted Kala into his massive arms. He flipped her onto her hands and knees and pushed her face down into the furs spread beside the fire. With one mighty hand he reached around and grabbed her cunt and lifted, raising her bottom up and exposing the bare furrow of her cunt. He split her open with a stroke.

  It was an agony, regardless of her maidenhead. His cock was a spear thrust into her body as violently and painfully as any weapon. It stretched her virginal cunt and pushed to her cervix, bulling painfully against the entrance of her womb. His huge bollocks, two great stones the size of both of her fists together, dropped along his lower shaft and fell against her bottom.

  The minotaur dropped his weight forward onto his hands and carried her hips with her cunt skewered on his massive cock. It was an uncomfortable position and one she could not escape as he began to slowly stroke his huge cock into her. The blunt head pressed tight against her womb with each stroke. His cum-laden balls shifted and tightened as he fucked into her. She was trapped beneath him, so much smaller that his body completely covered her as he worked his hips and fucked into her hot, tight cunt.

  The minotaur stroked the back of Kala's head with his huge hand as he wedged his cock into her stretched channel. It was an oddly comforting gesture. Despite the strong alcohol, Kala was made sober by the massive minotaur mounting her virginal pussy. She feared for the damage his huge cock might inflict. Each thrust seemed like it might burst into her body or crush her organs. It was an unimaginable fullness driven by the weight of him bearing down on her plump ass.

  Yet, there was pleasure to be found within the pain. His bollocks beat against her clit and the painful fullness that accompanied each beastly stroke was beginning to feel good. She let her desires overcome her fears and the pain began to recede. She still knew she might be harmed beneath the body of the minotaur, impaled on its huge cock, but with each violent thrust that pushed her face and breasts into the furs, she felt her climax growing. She wanted the beast inside her to feel as good as it felt for her.

  There was nothing Kala could do to hasten the minotaur's pleasure. She was being mounted and that meant being pinned beneath the rutting beast and taking as much of his huge cock as her body could withstand. The minotaur's strokes took on a lewd slurping sound and wetness began to pour out of Kala's body. She was overflowing with the bull-man's precum, the taut channel of her cunt, like a sleeve around his cock, slicked with his oozing liquid.

  The minotaur grunted and snorted above her. The weight of its dangling balls lifted from her thighs as they pulled tight against its plunging shaft. Kala had watched stallions mounting mares. Bulls on the backs of heifers. She knew what would be next and she knew she could not prepare herself for it.

  The minotaur's massive cock swelled and lost all its flexibility inside her. It became like a ram, battering against her cervix. Distantly she heard herself screaming, but it did not even sound like her voice.

  He completely fills me, thought the mounted princess. How will there be space for his seed?

  Her question was answered a moment later. Her eyes went wide as a powerful throb of muscles traveled the length of the minotaur's cock. She felt every movement as it rippled the length of his iron shaft and reached the head of his cock.

  "AAaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!" squealed the cock-jammed princess.

  The minotaur's hot seed erupted against Kala's cervix. His cum beat past her opening and poured into her fertile womb. With each gush of seed, geysers of the minotaur's sticky cum burst the length of his shaft and spurted from her juicy cunt, painting his balls and splattering down her thighs. Her body shook with the minotaur's mighty roar of pleasure. Milky cum spilled from her overflowing cunt as if poured from a pitcher.

  God of the sky, I am cumming. This beast is making me cum.

  Her crammed cunt squeezed around the minotaur's spewing cockmeat. She felt each powerful contraction from her clenching anus to her nipples rubbing in the furs to flashes of lightheaded ecstasy that burst behind her closed eyelids. She had touched herself before. Even had what she thought was an orgasm. It was nothing like this. Her whole body seemed to squeeze tightly around the minotaur's cock in powerful, rhythmic waves of pleasure.

  Her orgasm slowed. The flow of beastly cum lessened, the power of the orgasmic throbs diminishing in the minotaur's cock until Kala no longer felt the pressure of his seed. She felt something else though. A growing pain at the edges of her channel. She realized that the minotaur's cock was opening at the head, forming a fleshy plug to trap his seed inside her flooded cervix. He snorted above her, seemingly slow to recover from the heights of his pleasure. She also fought to regain her senses. Although she had been caught up in fear and agony, the pain was gone and the sensual aftershocks of her pleasure radiated through her trapped body.

  They remained locked together for a very long time. When the swelling of the minotaur's cock diminished sufficiently he slowly lifted his weight from her body. Even flaccid, the trunk of his cock was huge as it slipped from her stretched cock. A reservoir of his cum remained inside her. Even when his weight lifted and she was allowed, to her great relief, to adjust her position to a more natural hands-and-knees, most of the of the minotaur's load remained inside her body.

  She was a mess. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead. Her legs and ass and down her back were all sticky with his cum. The delicate flower of her cunt, stretched to its limits, slowly began to close up. She ached with emptiness. She looked at the pink of the minotaur's cock, resting against his furry thigh, slowly returning to the dark brown of his sheath. She felt a pang inside her.

  Is that lust? she wondered.

  The minotaur did not seem to care very much for her comfort. Once his breathing had returned to normal he got up from the furs beside the fire and walked out of the cave and into the night. She thought about escaping, but she was too exhausted, too stunned to move from the spot. She rolled onto her side, pulling her knees against her chest and slipping into a deep sleep.

  When she awoke it was still dark. The firelight had died to embers. There was a chill in the air, but she was warm and wrapped up in the furs once more. Her body ached, but she was clean. Someone - the minotaur, surely - had washed her clean in her sleep. A snore shook the cave and echoed from the walls. She turned onto her side and saw that the minotaur was beside her on his back. His mouth hung open and his breath gusted from his wide nostrils.

  I could escape. I could kill him.

  Kala imagined finding her knife among the minotaur's meager possessions and plunging the blade into the beast's heart. He dared to claim the daughter of a Kan with his beastly cock. He deserved no less than death for such a thing.

  The princess's gaze traveled the length of the minotaur's massive chest, rising and falling with his breathing, over the stony hills of his abdomen and to his waist. One of the furs was draped over his lap.

  I could escape.

  Kala glanced at the mouth of the cave. The first bit of daylight was turning the night from black to deep blue. She might make it a mile. Perhaps two. She had no doubt she could escape.

  Her gaze returned to the minotaur. To the fur draped over his lap. Her mind filled with the image of what lay beneath. She felt the heat in her belly first. A heat that quickly spread to her sore cunt. Her clit throbbed. Her body ached with unexpected desire.

  Instead of escaping, instead of plunging a blade into the minotaur's hear
t, Princess Kala den Revak Kan reached out and gently pulled aside the fur. Beneath it was the short, wide brown of the minotaur's sheath, turned slightly and resting against his furry thigh. The last time she had seen this his hair had been matted with cum. He had washed himself, yet he retained the animal aroma that had smothered her before.

  She grazed the minotaur's cocksheath with her fingertips. It was warm and surprisingly soft. She touched it again, stroking her fingers along the top of it. She wet her lips. Her heart was beating a powerful rhythm in her breast. She rolled onto her belly and crawled so that her arms rested on the minotaur's furry thigh.

  Kala took a deep breath and gave in to her lust completely. She wrapped her hand around the fat sheath and began to stroke it slowly. After only a few seconds the pink of the minotaur's cock became visible. It slipped out and she caught it in her hand like a snake emerging from a burrow. It grew to its full length and she used both hands to gently stroke the minotaur's shaft. This produced a glistening gem of precum at the blunt tip that oozed out and down the shaft. She smeared her fingers through it and spread the slippery liquid along the minotaur's cock.

  "What am I doing?" Kala whispered to herself.

  Voicing the madness aloud did nothing to cool her ardor. There was room enough for her to crawl between the minotaur's muscular thighs. She knelt between his huge legs, each as wide as her waist, and she stroked him with both hands until his cock stood up almost straight like a fleshy fencepost. He stirred, but did not awaken. The more her hands caressed the sleeping giant's hot flesh, the more the heat grew between her legs.

  She leaned against his fleshy mast and pulled it into the warm valley of her cleavage. She squeezed the minotaur's cock tightly between her breasts, reveling in the heat of him and the bestial scent of his loins. She slid down his cock, massaging him with her breasts until the blunt head of his cock was even with her lips.