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

by Amanda Clover

  "Oh, princess, your mouth is like a velvet vice," cried Synda. "My seed threatens to boil over."

  For a moment, Monika wondered what it would feel like for Synda to spurt her seed against the princess's throat. Would it taste salty? Sweet? Would it be as warm as the huntress's slick channel that gripped against Monika's fingers?

  She decided these questions would remain unanswered for the time being. She had to have Synda inside her. She had to feel her woman's cock. She slipped her lips free with a pop of suction and withdrew her fingers.

  "What are you doing?" asked Synda, her voice almost desperate with need.

  Monika felt her own sexual power for the first time. She slid her hands up Synda's slender hips, kissing her way over Synda's pert breasts and dragging her tongue across one tan nipple. She stood and pulled Synda into her arms, crushing the muscular woman against her soft breasts. Their lips met, opened, tongues colliding in a hot, wet twist of lust.

  "Ohhh princess," moaned Synda.

  Monika pushed the huntress down onto the bed and climbed atop her. She reached beneath her slick groove and found Synda's straining cock. A quick repositioning, a turn of her hips and she slid onto the hardness she so desperately craved. Synda's swollen cap pushed inside her, opening her, filling her as much as she could with thick, throbbing meat.

  "Your quim...my gods!"

  Synda dropped her head back onto the pillow and watched as Monika began to ride atop her. The princess worked her hips, slipping Synda's cock deeper and grinding her own clit down against Synda's bare mound. Her breasts bounced with each swing of her hips. The bed shook beneath them.

  "I can't...can't hold out long!" cried Synda.

  Monika bit her lip. She squeezed Synda's cock with her inner muscles. Her own orgasm was close, but not close enough. As she slid on the hot horn of Synda's masculine growth, the princess felt a hot throb of pleasure. Synda arched beneath her. The huntress's toes curled and she grabbed hold of Monika's wide hips and thrust deep into her quim.

  The surge of hot cum burst against Monika's tight walls. She squeezed back against the twitching fire of Synda's cock, luxuriating in the inner bath of hot fluid that gushed against her cervix and stuffed her channel with hot, thick girlcream. It dripped out of her clutching cunt and drizzled Synda's slick groove. At last, Synda slumped back into the pillows and sighed.

  "Gods, princess...Monika...you don't know how good that felt."

  "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," said Monika, leaning forward and dropping her tits heavily against Synda's perky breasts, "I think you'll have a lot of time to repay the favor."

  It was repaid many times over the course of the day. Fingers, tongues, breasts, and Synda's sawing cock where all used again and again to share the lonely pleasure. Between their peaks, the women knew they were adrift in a nightmare. The zombies continued to throng outside the warehouse and bang their fists against the lower floor.

  "You're certain they can't get in?" asked Monika, during a particularly loud fit of banging from the zombies.

  "They can't," said the sweaty huntress, her head resting on Monika's soft bosom. "But we will have to leave soon. There is little to eat or drink and the dead can besiege us for weeks without rest."

  "That's wonderful. How do you propose we escape from a warehouse surrounded by the walking dead?"

  Synda rolled onto her stomach, her firm bottom glistening with sweat as she slithered to the edge of the bed. Monika caressed the huntress's back, teasing her fingers down to her cheeks, but Synda batted her hand away.

  "Down there," said the huntress. "Just outside. I've stashed a family heirloom. It's called a steam carriage."

  "Steam?"

  "That's right. And when the time comes, tomorrow morning, I'll cut us a path and we'll make our escape."

  Synda turned onto her side and looked up at Monika. A familiar smile curled her lips.

  "Tomorrow?" Monika's hand wandered over Synda's hip. Her fingers dropped to the huntress's flaccid cock. "That leaves us plenty of time still."

  Their bodies intertwined again and they helped each other forget the moaning of the dead outside their doors. Monika awoke again just before dawn, the sweet taste of Synda's quim still on her lips. She arose from the bed and washed in the basin. Synda had set out some clothing for the princess to try on. The cream-colored blouse could hardly button over Monika's breasts and the long, loose skirt seemed rather worn, but the heeled boots fit. Monika pulled her hair back and bound it with a length of cord.

  "You look beautiful," said Synda, watching from the doorway as the princess finished dressing.

  "They don't fit as well as yours."

  Synda wore her corset and tight-fitting leathers. She had awakened earlier and spent her time alone plaiting and braiding her platinum white hair. The huntress's boots thumped the floor as she came over to princess and caressed Monika's cheek.

  "Listen, my lady," whispered Synda. "The dead are quiet this morning. Now is definitely our chance to flee this cursed place."

  "Then let us go!"

  Synda gathered her kit and they descended to the lower level of the warehouse. There was a small entrance, carefully locked and barred. Synda lifted the bar and carefully turned the lock until both women heard the click. It was dreadfully silent. Monika was afraid to even breathe too loudly.

  "It is fifty feet to the carriage," whispered Synda. "When I open the door, go straight ahead and climb onto the back of the carriage. I will get inside the front and open the door for you. Once you are inside, it is as safe as that loft."

  Synda cracked the door. A dense, white fog blanketed the land and made it impossible to see the carriage. Synda took Monika's hand.

  "Are you ready, princess?"

  Monika nodded. Synda gave her hand a final squeeze and the huntress bolted into the fog. Monika almost gasped as she was suddenly alone in the foggy white. She regained her composure and set off behind the huntress and into the unknown.

  She caught up to Synda as the boxy shape of the steam carriage appeared through the mist. Its wooden wheels were shod in armor and its windows protected by iron bars. There was a ladder up to the rearmost door. Synda motioned that she would be going around to the front. She pivoted around the wheel and stopped.

  A figure stood in her path. It was a woman with long red hair and a tattered gown that clung to the putrefying curves of her body. She lifted her head, white eyes staring at Synda. Her mouth fell open. The piercing shriek the escaped her lips cut through the fog like a blade. It was so loud that it hurt Monika's ears. The zombie woman began to run at Synda. The huntress was quick with her sword, decapitating the shrieking zombie and kicking aside her headless corpse.

  "Howler!" shouted Synda. "She'll bring more of them. But it doesn't change anything. Get on the carriage. We need to--"

  The huntress was interrupted by the dark shape of a man dropping from the side of a nearby warehouse. He wore a dark cloak loosely over his emaciated body. From within the hood, Monika could just make out the shape of a man's face and two glowing red eyes. Synda swung her sword at him and he moved with shocking speed to bat it away, knocking the blade out of her hand with the force of his parry.

  Before Synda could draw another blade, this shockingly fast zombie was atop her on the ground. He yanked open his cloak and a cock like a black snake slid out from between his legs. Synda managed to get out a single word, "Run!" before her mouth was filled with the foul shaft of the zombie's cock. He began to roughly fuck the huntress in her mouth, keeping her wrists pinned to the ground as he used Synda's mouth for his undead pleasure.

  Monika hesitated. She had not though the huntress could be bested. She took a step towards her. She saw the pain and fear in Synda's eyes as the zombie rutted its rancid black cock into her mouth. There was a desperate command there. Repeated in the silent pain of her eyes.

  "Run!"

  This time, Monika obeyed. She turned and fled, hoping she was making her way back toward the warehouse. She felt a
coward, abandoning her friend and lover, but she saw no other way. Figures appeared from the dense fog. Rows of the walking dead blocked her way back to the warehouse. She turned and encountered more of them. They were flooding in from every direction, every alley and lane, and she found herself herded up a creaking flight of exterior stairs. She was at the shipwright's office. The door was locked and the zombies were thumping up the stairs behind her. She beat her fists against the door.

  "Please! Please open! Help me!"

  She beat her hands against the door until they hurt. Screamed until she was hoarse. Hoped for rescue until the first hands of the walking dead took hold of her. The stinking corpse men pulled her down the stairs and threw her onto the cold ground.

  A dozen pale zombies fell upon her. A single yank burst the buttons of her blouse and her big, soft tits heaved free. The zombies snarled with lust. Their hands groped and roughly fondled her breasts. She squealed with pain as more worked their hands between her kicking legs. A zombie's mouth dropped to her breast, its cold tongue swirling against her nipple, its bloated lips sucking her flesh as if it might drink milk from her bosom.

  "Please! Gods! Save me!"

  She screamed and fought against them, trying to shake them off of her body and twist out of their grasp.

  They tore her dress from her legs, reducing it to shreds. A zombie dropped beside her head and grabbed her by her hair. His grotesquely swollen cock dangled from his stained trousers. He pulled her mouth to the purple head of his fuckmeat. Sour precum oozed against her tongue as he stuffed himself between her lips. She was helpless to stop him. The zombies were pressing in heavily against her. She reached out blindly with her one free hand and she felt the cool slickness of a zombie cock. She gripped it and began to stroke.

  What am I doing? she wondered. The lust was already upon her, as real as the swarm of zombies shredding he last of her clothing. She began to suck the zombie cock fucking between her lips. She stopped kicking and spread her legs. She wriggled her other hand free and began to wank two zombie cocks at the same time. The stench of their bodies and the horror of their decay blotted out her willpower.

  A particularly intact zombie climbed between her legs and she cried out around the cock in her mouth as it stuffed its bloated bludgeon into her teenage groove. Pleasure overtook pain, desire conquered fear, and she lost herself in the waves of pleasure as she was violated by the zombies and their decaying cocks. Undead spunk shot into her mouth, thick as porridge, and she drank it down as if it was her favorite brew. Zombie cock spurted yellowish ropes of lukewarm cum over her arms and splattered her tits. Jellylike ball juice gathered between her jiggling tits.

  "Ffffuck me!" she cried as the cock slipped out of her mouth. "Fuck me harder!"

  "RRraaaaaaaarrrrrggggggg!" growled the zombie atop her.

  She knew the man, somewhere in her past, a sailor or perhaps one of the town guard. He was handsome, but now his lip was torn away and his bare chest was gaping with wounds. She did not care. His beautiful, inhuman cock throbbed within her pleasure wracked pussy. His fat stones drew tight against her arsehole and he fired his thick load deep into her womb. Her own orgasm trembled in tandem with the zombie's, milking his huge, spewing tool until every putrid drop had pumped into her fleshy sanctum.

  "More!" she cried. "I need more."

  Her lover snapped his jaws at her, but before he could take a bite he was pulled aside by more lust-crazed undead. For a moment, she saw them all, packed tight around her. The whole town. Her brother. Her own father. Chewed and transformed. Crowding in around her to have a turn at her royal fucktunnel already dripping with the thick cream of a zombie's bollocks.

  Princess Monika Salandor took them in her mouth, one after another, until her belly was swollen with undead cum. She took them on her hands and knees. They pumped her delicate quim full of their seed and their huge cocks speared the tender wrinkle of her arse. Her holes dripped with a tide of frothing cum, churned by each new lover, and their errant bursts, coaxed by her hands, decorated her jiggling breasts, her face, belly, thighs, and painted her hair.

  She was fortunate, as her mind slipped away into the white fog that shrouded the village, that she was no longer herself by the time her own father climbed atop her. He took his pleasure like all the others, without recognition, feeling only an increasingly cold and slippery hole for his unquenchable desire.

  The thing that had once been the princess growled with pleasure as another shambling lover unloaded into her gooey quim.

  Epilogue

  Steam gusted from the carriage's stack. Its armored wheels clattered up the winding stone road to the tower that overlooked the Valley of Dread. It was a dark and twisted place, watched over by the stone tower. Fire glowed within its upper reaches.

  A stout man with gray hair and beard waited for the carriage with a torch in one hand and a silver sword in the other. With a last hiss of steam, the carriage slewed to a halt and its upper doors were thrown open. A striking woman leapt out. Her face bore fresh scratches. Her arm was bandaged where a zombie had chewed on her flesh. But Synda Hellsinger was not fully human. She was immune to the curse of the undead.

  "Where is she?" demanded the stout man.

  "In the back, father," said Synda. "I could not get to her before she turned, but I saw no bites on her body. She may yet live."

  "Your mother will decide that."

  Synda and her father opened the rear door of the carriage and the princess lunged at them. Her jaws snapped. Her white eyes rolled. She was held in place by a chain wrapped tightly around her wrists. Synda's father took a leather sack from his belt and carefully covered the zombie's head. Blinded, the undead princess became instantly more docile and Synda and her father conveyed her up the stairs and into the tower.

  On the upper level, they stretched her naked body upon the table, securing her with clamps on her wrists, ankles and neck before removing the sack. She snarled and gnashed her teeth again.

  "She was beautiful," said Synda's father.

  "Yes," agreed Synda, biting back the emotion she knew her father would disapprove of.

  Synda's mother joined them. She was as beautiful as her daughter, even more lean and slightly less muscular. Her age hardly showed, except around her silver eyes. She walked in a slow circle around the growling zombie.

  "Leave me," said Synda's mother. "I will try to summon her mind back into this body."

  Synda left the room with her father. Her heart was heavy with guilt. She had a single task: to bring the princess out alive from the cursed land. She had failed. Not just failed, but she had nearly been killed herself in the process.

  "If she was meant to join us," said Synda's father, "then your mother will save her."

  "She has no training. I didn't give her a chance."

  "We'll see," said her father. "Now let me have a look at those bites."

  Synda was awakened on the bench outside mother's laboratory by the sound of the doors opening. Her mother looked exhausted. Darkness surrounded her eyes and her apron was drenched in blood.

  "I had to...transfuse her with my own blood," said Synda's mother.

  "She lives?"

  "Not...exactly."

  Synda hurried past her mother. Monika was sitting up, her breasts wrapped in bandages and her lower body covered with a sheet. There was a dazed look in her eyes, but they were no longer white. Her gaze slowly wandered over to Synda and a smile turned her full lips. Synda smiled, tears welling in her eyes, and she threw her arms around the princess.

  "What happened?" murmured Monika.

  "You were turned," said Synda's mother.

  "Princess, this is my mother, Bella, and my father, Edric."

  "I remember...running towards the carriage with you. There was a woman who screamed and...I don't remember after that."

  "It's best you don't," said Synda, showering Monika with kisses.

  "Your heart no longer beats," said Bella. "You will never bear a child. You will stay cold
and dead. But you will not decay. And your mind belongs to you."

  "It has its advantages," said Edric. "You will be very difficult to kill and the dead will ignore you, believing you to be one of them."

  "W-what do I do now?" asked Monika.

  "You join us," said Synda. "You become a huntress."

  "I don't know how," said Monika.

  Synda embraced her and kissed her on the lips, ignoring her mother and father as she pushed her tongue into the cool mouth of the undead princess. Monika seemed to emerge from her daze, throwing her arms around Synda and returning the kiss with equal passion.

  "I will teach you," gasped Synda. "When you are ready, we will begin by ridding your old home of the dead. But I have other matters to discuss with your first. Mother, father could you..."

  Synda looked over her shoulder. Her parents had already left the room and closed the door behind them. The huntress smiled and began to slide the blanket up the shapely thighs of the undead princess. She burned hot, the princess cold, and together their bodies found an intimate equilibrium.

  Book 14 - Orc Revenge

  Princess Brittany Cassavali was not very bright. Her tutors made a valiant effort, but her attention was never held by words or figures. She made do with the barest of learning and a solid education in courtly etiquette. No one begrudged her this lack of wisdom, for the young princess had blossomed into an incomparable beauty. Her bust was enormous. Her hips wide and inviting. Such a luscious body was a dangerous thing for the princess and for the men of her father's court.

  The day she had come of age, every man made their intentions known. She favored a very handsome knight named Sir Bedden. Though she was in no hurry to choose with such fine gifts and words of affection being offered.

  Then war came to the north and thoughts turned away from marriage and love. Even Brittany could see the signs of war out the window of her room in the castle. The refugees from the outlying villages came first. A sorrowful lot. Then soldiers filled Golcan and marched east to meet the enemy.