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

by Amanda Clover

  His cock was an upright pillar that rose from his pelvis and his balls drooped almost to the planks of the platform between his legs. He kept his hands at his sides and watched her with obvious amusement as the young princess marveled once again at his size.

  Reluctantly, Jenny crawled across the platform on her hands and knees. The orc’s huge legs were on either side of her. The smell of his sweat and his sexual musk wafted from his loins. She wrinkled her nose and crawled close enough that she could wrap her small hand around the root of his manhood. He grunted softly. The dangling weight of her breasts collided with the orc’s cock and he grunted a bit louder.

  Fitting his manhood between her mounds was not so difficult for the princess. His hardness seemed a good fit and her breasts swallowed him up. She recalled the woman pressed the sides of her breasts in the story, so she squeezed her soft, creamy white tits around the iron column of rigid cockflesh. Though she had breasts that overflowed her bodices, to the consternation of her father and her dressmakers, they were not so large that they could completely engulf the orc’s cock. Several inches jutted up from between her breasts and confronted her like the head of some gray-green cobra.

  “Taste,” growled the orc, noting her inaction.

  She stock out her tongue and got a salty sample of the underside of the orc’s cock. It tasted like it smelled. She licked again and the orc twitched with pleasure. The fat tip was a big as a plum. Too big for her mouth, she was certain, so she kept to lapping at his cock as she began to rock her body. Her efforts to wank the orc’s massive cock between her breasts were less than successful. She found it difficult to slide them up and down his shaft and almost immediately the friction became uncomfortably warm.

  “Hold out hands,” said the orc.

  “What?”

  He growled and took both of her hands. He pulled them towards his face and she thought for a moment he was going to bite her in anger. Instead, he turned her hands over so her palms were up and he loudly spit a huge wad of saliva into her palms. He spit more onto her chest in a warm splatter. It was disgusting, but she understood his intention. It was only as she spread his saliva over his shaft that she recalled that the chambermaid, Vanessa, in The Cheeky Chambermaid’s Lover, had used freshly churned butter to slick the Viscount’s hardness.

  Freshly lubricated with stinking orc saliva, Jenny began to squeeze and stroke him between her breasts with greater ease. The friction was tolerable and his cock jutted up from between her breasts on each bounce. She lapped at his cock, tasting his salty flesh and swirling her tongue around his huge tip. It was an exhausting effort, while the orc sat back and enjoyed her labor, made all the more humiliating by the growing arousal she felt.

  “Good to see human know her place,” chuckled the orc. “Pretty princess has soft cushions.”

  His fingers fumbled with her heaving titflesh, found her nipples, and the orc began to pinch and lightly twist them. Each time he plucked at her peach pebbles, a jolt of pain and pleasure arced through her body as if connected to her throbbing clit by a wire.

  “Oohhh,” she moaned, bouncing faster on the orc’s cock.

  She allowed the drool to spill from her tongue over her chin and down into her pressed cleavage. She began to taste some oily fluid that oozed from the orc’s cock. It was salty and a little sweet and flowed in every-greater quantities.

  Torvar began to thrust his cock through her cleavage, adding the force of his hips to jiggle her breasts and jab his massive member at her mouth. His breathing grew louder and suddenly one large hand fell upon the princess’s head and pulled her mouth down onto his cock.

  “Ahhhhh, whore princess!” he growled. “Drink my seed!”

  His huge cockhead forced her lips apart and invaded her mouth. He pulled her head down and nearly gagged her. His cock twitched violently against her tongue and suddenly thick, hot, salty liquid flood her mouth. It came in pumps, much of it dripping back down his shaft or spilling between her breasts. Still, she swallowed a tummy-churning amount. Her throat felt sticky and she swallowed continuously to try to clear the sensation. The pungent stink of cum filled her nostrils.

  “Aaaaaahhhhh,” groaned the orc.

  Torvar relaxed his grip on her head and let her up enough to breathe. The filthy orc cum coated her chin and decorated her flushed mounds. She rubbed the stinking slime into her breasts and released the orc’s huge cock from between them.

  “Good,” panted Torvar. “You do good. You rest now. I fuck you again later.”

  She fell back from him, still catching her breath. She felt a bit sick from swallowing so much of that foul broth. She crawled over to the furthest edge of the platform, wrapped her naked body in the shredded remains of her cloak, and curled up tightly. She heard the orc snoring almost immediately and looked over to see him slumped against the tree trunk with his cock flopped over his thigh like a pet snake. For a moment, she entertained the idea of escape. She would have to climb over the orc and down the tree trunk.

  Jenny was still trying to think of a way to escape when exhaustion overwhelmed her and she slipped into a deep, nightmare-filled sleep.

  The princess was awakened by a strange, wet slurping sound. She peeled open one eye. In the gray light of predawn she saw something that was impossible. A shapely woman of gray flesh was riding atop the orc’s cock. Her pubic region was translucent, tinged pink and crawling with blue veins, and Jenny could make out the orc’s cock inside her, throbbing and spewing his seed deep into the darker recesses of her body. The woman burbled and cooed in wordless ecstasy.

  The princess jolted awake and realized the woman was not a woman at all, but a mass of tentacles bound tightly together, the surfaces twisting and coloring to mimic the proportions of a voluptuous woman. The top of her head was connected by the narrowed bands of a dozen or more tendrils that reached up into the branches above the platform. Looking up, the princess saw the creature, its tendrils splayed out over the huge tree’s branches.

  “Ooohhh,” moaned Torvar, in a delirious state.

  He ejaculated again inside the false woman and Jenny saw the toll this pleasure was taking on the orc. His face was sunken and his red eyes rolled wildly in his head. The tentacle creature was draining his life essence in this perverse mating ritual.

  Jenny knew she had to escape, but now the creature’s tendrils blocked her climb down the trunk. Surely it would grab her body and take her. She rolled very slowly onto her other side and peered down over the edge of the platform. They were high above the forest floor. If she jumped, she would almost certainly perish. But she did not rule this out. Leaping to her death would at least provide a quick escape from this nightmare. Perhaps if she was found, her book might provide information that would allow others to defeat this creature. She slid her sketchbook carefully into her back and secured the pack to her shoulders.

  There was a loud and disturbing pop from behind her. It was followed by several more. She looked back and saw that Torvar was dead, drained of color and moisture, but also now folded in ways that no doubt broke his bones. His body was being lifted up towards the greater mass of tendrils and Jenny saw the beast’s horrifying mouth. It was as big as a well, lined with a quivering ribbon of scarlet flesh that oozed with slime. Inside its maw, she saw the pink of its inner flesh and the rippling of the muscles of its gullet. It slurped loudly as it began to swallow the dead orc.

  This horrifying sight broke through the princess’s fear of falling to her death. She turned and rose to a crouch. She could hear the tentacles coming for her, slithering over the planks and whipping through the air.

  “Gods, forgive me for this,” she murmured and she jumped.

  The princess plummeted towards the ground below, face first, for she did not want to be only injured or to feel too great a pain before death. The wind pulled the tears from her eyes. Her short life’s deeds passed through her mind. Her mother, father, and sister. The stable boy who never asked her for more than a smile. The bestiaries under h
er bed. The suitors that marveled at her beauty, but found her disinterested in their advances. She saw peace, her family by the lake when she was much younger, a sail boat moving slowly past them as they sat on the shore.

  Instead of a quick death, Jenny was suddenly jerked upwards. The tentacles had caught her around the waist and by her legs and arrested her fall.

  “No!” cried the princess. “No! No! Gods, nooooo!”

  It was no use, the gods did not hear or aid Princess Jenevienne Dormer as she was drawn screaming into the creature’s loathsome maw. Darkness and fetid air closed around her. She kicked furiously, but the creature slurped her into its mouth as easily as it had done to her orc companion.

  Its throat squeezed around her and she felt that awful passage branch against her shoulders. The swallowing muscles pulled her down one of the two passages. Contrarily, she was freer within the gullet than she had been with the tentacles binding her. It was tight, but it was not crushing her, only pushing her deeper into its body.

  She was pushed out from the esophagus and dropped with a splash of slimy liquids into a dark, sweet-smelling cavern within the body of the creature. A strange, reddish light pulsed through membranous walls and she could make out a low room of flesh about the size of a row boat. These walls deformed slightly as the creature moved around them, sometimes bouncing up and down or narrowing and elongating.

  Is this the gut of this foul beast, wondered the princess. Is this where I will be digested into nutrients for this creature?

  Her fears shifted when the light pulsed a bit brighter and she saw that she was not alone. There were at least three other human figures in the dim chamber. The nearest of these figures was the gamekeeper, though her body was so grotesquely distended that she was almost unrecognizable.

  The gamekeeper leaned against one fleshy wall and that flesh seemed to cradle her, almost creating a hammock. Her breasts seemed even larger than they had in the creature’s lair. A version of the cups that had been milking here there continued to cap her huge mounds and pump milk from her swollen nipples. Her belly heaved as if it might burst open. Several tendrils continued to work in and out of her quim and anus. There was such a copious amount of sweet-smelling liquid pouring from both holes that Jenny could not imagine the poor woman felt much discomfort.

  Jenny rose from the slime and slid along the fleshy wall towards the gamekeeper. The princess reached out and touched the woman’s glistening arm. The gamekeeper moaned and opened her eyes. Through the madness in those eyes, there was a glimmer of recognition.

  “Princess?” The gamekeeper smiled serenely, her body shuddering with each squelching push of tentacles in and out of her pussy and ass. “Is that… you… Princess Jenny?”

  Jenny’s hope surged. She took the woman’s hands.

  “You’re the gamekeeper who disappeared,” said the princess. “We have to escape. Is there a way out?”

  “Sarana,” said the gamekeeper. Anguish flashed on her face, but the crazed pleasure returned a moment later. “Way out? Yes. Not blessed… yet.”

  Sarana gestured weakly to one of the other figures in the fleshy chamber.

  “Not blessed,” she rasped. “Like them.”

  Tentacles were beginning to slither around and over Jenny’s feet in the ankle-deep slime at the bottom of the chamber. She stepped gingerly out of it and walked towards the other two figures. The red light pulsed again, revealing the nearer of the two figures.

  “Oh gods,” gasped Jenny as she saw the truth.

  The woman seemed covered by a translucent membrane. Her body was fused into the fleshy wall of the chamber, her arms and legs sunken into the tissue. Her head was completely swallowed by a huge, wormlike appendage. The woman’s body, at least, was still alive. Her stretched cunt and distended anus were both being plundered by several fat tentacles. Her breasts were being milked and her belly, even larger than Sarana’s, rose and fell with her breathing.

  The tentacles in the woman’s cunt slid suddenly out with a gush of foul liquid. A moment later, her belly seemed to tighten and something pink bulged from her womanly passage. It was a gelatinous mass of tentacles about the size of a human head. It squished and deformed by her muscles, elongated, and finally dropped with a wet plop into the slime that covered the floor of the chamber.

  “She’s giving birth,” moaned Jenny.

  “Isn’t it beautiful,” said Sarana, tears of love dropping from her eyes. “She is blessed to join Gargamuth for eternity.”

  “We have to get out of here,” said the princess. “Now! Before this happens to you or to—“

  Tentacles began to wind their way up the princess’s legs. More began to slide out of the wall and wrapped swiftly around her arms. Before she could fight, another wrapped around her throat and she was drawn against the wall beside Sarana.

  “Sister,” laughed Sarana. “We will… oooh… give birth together.”

  “Noooo!” cried the princess.

  “I am so honored to be… with you… princess,” said Sarana. She leaned in her bindings. “Ohhhh, Kiss me, my lady. Please.”

  Jenny fought the tendrils as they pulled her against the wall, but she was hopelessly outmatched. Worse, the sticky fluid being secreted burned into her flesh and began to spread intoxicating warmth through her body. She recognized the physical sensations of desire she felt with the orc. Her thoughts began to cloud. Her resistance began to crumble.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  Her strength gave out a moment later and the tentacles drew her tight against the wall. It softened and seemed to pull her into almost a sitting position in a divot in the wall. The tentacles easily spread her legs and began to crawl up her thighs. More wound around her breasts, squeezing them tight and soaking her flesh with their venom. She jerked with pain as the tentacles seemed to bite her aroused nipples. Then they began to suck at her nipples and all else was forgotten as her first orgasm shuddered through her body.

  Slime-sheathed tentacles pushed into Jenny’s pussy. She let out a wine as one screwed into her anus. It was followed by more, twisting deep into her bowels as her pussy was raided by multiple tendrils. The first pump of beastly cum into her womb was a revelation. She felt the throbbing of the appendage and the hot pressure of the seed against her inner walls. Any hope that the orc might have impregnated her and blocked the creature’s chance was replaced with a certainty and a strange relief that she was now bound to the creature.

  “YOU ARE CHOSEN,” said a booming voice in her head, accompanied by feelings of joy and ecstasy. “YOU ARE A BRIDE OF GARGAMUTH! YOU WILL SIRE HIS PROGENY! THE WORLD WILL BE OURS!”

  “Gargamuth?” she gasped.

  “He speaks to you!” cried Sarana with joy. “You are chosen!”

  More cum began to flow into the princess’s stuffed pussy and her tentacle-plundered ass. Her breasts were already beginning to swell with the venom of the beast and fill with the mother’s milk that would nurture her children.

  “Yessss,” she hissed, surrendering to her fate.

  As she came again and again in the blasphemous bindings of the beast, some part of her wished that she could free her hands and take out her sketchbook. She wanted to describe Gargamuth’s reproductive habits in great details. The world needed to know the ecstasy that the ancient beast could give to everyone.

  She wanted to sing the praises of Gargamuth. She adored him and what he had given to her; the children already beginning to grow in her belly. With tears of happiness in her eyes, she leaned in her bindings and her lips found Sarana’s. The sister brides began to passionately kiss as they received the blessings of their new god.

  Epilogue

  Princess Kirina Dormer lifted the injured guardsman under his arms and dragged him out of the mouth of the cave. She could hear others still battle the creature inside.

  “King’s Guard, with me!” she cried, raising her sword and rallying the men still remaining outside the cave.

  There was no glorious charge into b
attle. They had to practically crawl in their armor down into the underground chamber where the beast made its lair. The princess and her guardsmen emerged straight into the chaos of battle. A flailing tentacle caught the man beside her and slammed him into a stone wall. He slumped to the ground, unconscious before he had even taken a swing.

  Two dozen men lay scattered about the room, dead, injured, or unconscious. Perhaps five from the first group were still battling with the creature, including the senior gamekeeper Rooman. Kirina and her group joined the fray, hacking with swords and trying to block the tentacles that struck out at them from every direction. One tentacle tore Kirina’s shield away and crumpled it like a dry leaf. She hacked the tip off the next tentacle that swung at her.

  “We have to find its body!” she cried. “This hydra has too many heads for us!”

  “Here!” shouted Rooman, clearing a way through the flailing tentacles with his greatsword.

  With an impressive chop of his blade, he severed two tentacles nearly at the base and exposed the underbelly of the creature. It was massive, as big as a dragon of legend, with a distinct bulging as if it had eaten too much. Judging by all these bones it had been preying on men and beast for some time.

  Kirina charged forward alongside Rooman and together they drove their blades deep into the creature’s belly. Blood gushed out in great torrents, but the creature was not finished. It seized Rooman in several tentacles and tore the poor gamekeeper in half. A tentacle tore Kirina’s sword away as the creature revealed its crimson-ringed mouth and its black eyes. It stared at her malevolently and belted her waist with a tentacle.

  The princess was in the trance of battle. Time seemed slow, her fears seemed an afterthought. She drew her powder gun from its sheath and thumbed back the flint. The beast drew her towards its open maw. She aimed the pistol between the creature’s eyes. Nictitating membranes swept across its black eyes. She pulled the trigger.

  Fire and smoke spewed from the pistol in a great crash of noise. The bullet was of a large caliber and flew into the creature’s rubbery flesh. The tentacle around her waist flexed suddenly, so tight it nearly broke Kirina’s hips, and then it went slack and dropped her into the water beneath its body. She had to swim wildly to avoid its thrashing body. It came to rest and the surviving guardsmen hacked their way out from beneath it.