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

by Amanda Clover

  "I can feel your maidenhead," breathed Margrite. "It is fortunate it was not claimed by the one who caught you. Did you serve him?"

  "Y-yes," gasped Helena, rocking back against Margrite.

  "Your arse?"

  "My mouth," whispered Helena.

  "Mmmm, yes, your lips are full and lovely."

  Margrite turned Helena's head and planted a kiss on the lips of the young princess. The Rama woman's eyes seemed made of gold as Helena stared helplessly into them. Margrite's tongue played at Helena's lips and slid into the yielding mouth of the princess. Helena knew the kiss of a woman from her servants and she responded with eagerness. Her playing tongue slipped and slid and tasted the strange, spicy taste of Margrite's mouth.

  "Yes," said Margrite. "Perhaps a bit more service with your mouth is in order? Come with me to Bashowar's tent and I will show you how to please a cunt. Will you kneel before me as if I were your master?"

  Margrite rubbed her finger in little circles against Helena's straining clit. The princess trembled with lust.

  "Y-yes," she gasped.

  "Come along then, little one, and I will prepare you for your Hefek."

  Helena took the hand of the voluptuous Rama woman and allowed her to lead her past the smiling goblin king. He barked a lewd comment in his language and slapped a pudgy hand against Helena's ass.

  Margrite brought Helena to Bashowar's tent, scented with spicy perfume. It was large and warm, festooned with trophies and furs and lit by the golden light of flames from its fire pit. Strange lanterns that Helena presumed were magical added blue light to the red, creating a mingling of colors that shifted with the whim of the fire.

  "Kneel," said Margrite and Helena knelt.

  The Rama woman removed the clasps for her decorative loin cloth and the garment fell to her feet. Her cunt was bare save for an elegant tattoo upon her pubic mound. The pink groove of Magrite's sex glistened with her desire. She came closer to Helena and the princess inhaled Margrite's dewy scent and felt the welling of her lust.

  "Put out your tongue," said Margrite and Helena put out her tongue.

  Bashowar crowded closer and rubbed a fat hand at the stiffness in his loincloth as he watched. Margrite lifted a thigh over Helena's shoulder and pressed her damp groove to the princess's pink tongue. Helena moaned as she tasted the slick honey that flowed from the Rama woman. Her lust intensified as Margrite began to roll her hips like a dance girl and in so doing split her velvet folds along the hot spear of Helena's tongue.

  "Ohhh yes, my pretty little princess," moaned Magrite as she gazed down her large chest at Helena. "Wiggle your tongue as if you are licking at a sweet. Do you feel that hardness at your lip? That is my clit...aaahhh...yes...you have the insinct."

  Helena was not idle. Her tongue explored Margrite's sweet cove and sought the fleshy bud of the woman's clit. Margrite lowered a hand to Helena's head and cradled her almost tenderly as she rode her cunt against the princess's face. Helena's world was filled with the sweetness and rich smell of Margrite's quim. It was tight around her pressing tongue and so very hot against her lips. She lapped at the fleshy bud until it had swollen like a tiny cock. She wrapped her soft lips around it and began to suck.

  "Aaaahhh!" cried Margrite, thrusting against Helena's mouth. "Yes! Just as you are doing! Do not stop...do not....ahhhh!"

  A hot wash of sweet liquid poured into Helena's mouth and glazed her cheeks and chin. She drank what she could of the slick ejaculation and allowed the rest to spill from her lips and drizzle her pert breasts. Margrite slowed the thrusting of her hips. Her thighs flexed with her pleasure. She drew her leg back and stepped away from Helena's face.

  "I think you enjoyed that," said Margrite. "You might have been born a princess, but with a devil's tongue like you possess your destiny has always been that of the pleasure slave. Now..."

  Margrite stepped back as the fat goblin king lumbered closer.

  "...it is time for your royal cunt to be claimed by your hefek."

  Margrite's fingers slid into the knots holding Bashowar's loincloth around his waist. She loosened them and the fur-trimmed cloth dropped past his dimpled knees and exposed the pale green of his thighs and the throbbing red length of his cock.

  "Bashowar guskin yu ooma tenk," said the goblin king. "Ooma gormu!"

  Helena felt as if she was beginning to understand the goblin's simple language. She did not need to be ordered or threatened to action. She caressed the thick thighs of the goblin king and ran her hands up to the hot length of his cock. She moaned as she parted her lips and engulfed the saltiness of his leaking cockhead. Her lips tightened as the goblin king moaned and the once proud princess began to suck him.

  His clawed hand stroked her head as if he was petting an animal. She took him to the back of her throat and stroked his shaft with her hand. She bobbed her lips on him, swallowing the precum that leaked across her tongue. Her cheeks hollowed with suction. She moaned and reached her free hand between her thighs to play with her wetness as she sucked on the cock of her hefek. Her nose and face pressed against the soft curve of his hanging belly. She took him to the root and played her tongue beneath his throbbing shaft.

  "Gormu tash!" laughed the goblin king. He said something else to Margrite that Helena could not quite make out, busy as she was slurping lustily on the fat king's fat cock.

  "Enough!" snapped Margrite. "You'll spill his seed in your belly. If you crave it, there will be time enough for you to drink his seed later. Now he commands you to stop."

  Helena popped her mouth free of the bulbous head of the goblin's cock. Its red length twitched and dripped out more precum that she quickly licked away. She wanted to keep sucking, but she wanted it to claim her even more.

  "How does he desire me?" asked Helena. The princess caressed the king's fat belly and continued to play her fingers against her wet sex. She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him with lust burning in her eyes.

  Bashowar's fat stomach shook with his laughter. He roughly pushed Helena by her shoulders and the princess sprawled among the furs. They were soft and warmed by the fire. She parted her thighs, showing her dewy thatch of gold and the pink beneath to the randy goblin king. He fell heavily to his knees between her thighs. Gripping his cock with one hand, he played the tip against Helena's aching sex. She squirmed with her yearning and arched her back to push her slick channel against his hardness.

  "He does you an honor," said Margrite. "To receive him face to face is not the usual way for goblins. If he cared nothing for you he would have you stand against the breeding post and use your womb to satisfy his desire."

  "Tell him," Helena gasped and struggled to make words, such was her lust. "Tell him...ooohhh...tell him 'thank you.'"

  Margrite spoke, "Ooma darshak, gruvo ma hefek."

  The king grunted and nodded his head as if he was satisfied with Helena's groveling submission to his lust. With that, he took hold of her hips in both his strong hands and he skewered her cunt on the hard iron of his cock.

  Pain shot through the princess's velvet loins. Helena's eyes went wide and for a moment sobriety penetrated the aphrodisiac haze affecting her. She knew she had been claimed. She knew the meaning of this pain and the loss of all hope for a pampered life as the bride of some merchant. The goblin's hard cock had claimed her and by his right as a king he was now irrevocably her master.

  Margrite, kneeling beside Helena's head, leaned over the princess so that her large breasts nearly brushed against Helena's face.

  "Does it hurt, my little milk-skinned tart? Does the pain lance through the joyroot?" Margrite strokes Helena's hair as she spoke. "The pain will fade and you will come to know your true purpose, not as a crowned maiden, but as a warm sheath for the hard cock of your master."

  Margrite's cold words plucked at Helena, teasing out the anguish of her surrender. But the pain did not last. Bashowar settled his weight upon his pelvis and bore down into Helena's virginal cunt. Each stroke of his fat cock opened her w
ider and informed her of the ridges and hot throbbing of his rooting prick. She lifted her legs around him and held his rough shoulders as he fucked into her.

  "Ohhhhh gods above and below," she moaned. "It feels so good."

  "Yes it does," said Margrite. The Rama woman caressed Helena's shoulders and slid her fingers over the princess's pert breasts. Margrite pinched and rolled the pink pebbles of Helena's nipples between her fingers.

  "Ahhhh! It feels too good!" Helena wailed through the exquisite pain. "I cannot bear it. Something is happening inside me!"

  "Your pleasure rises? Give in to your hefek's majestic cock. Look at it as your pleasure explodes within you."

  Helena lifted her head until she could see Bashowar's fat cock, red as a boiled beet, stuffed between the tender velvet of her quim. It thrust in and out, glistening, filling her completely with its iron magnificence. Helena saw that its base was decorated with a ring of tiny, expertly applied tattoos. To endure such pain!

  An inferno of pleasure exploded within her. Waves of hot ecstasy rippling out from her clit and the twitching reaches of her loins. Spasms wracked her body. Helena arched and twisted as if she was trying to escape from Bashowar. He grunted and, reaching a hand down to her shoulder, held her pinned against the floor. His strokes seemed to gather vigor. His hard cock overcame the clenching tightness of Helena's virginal channel.

  Helena reached up and laced her arms around Bashowar's thick neck. He rewarded her gesture with his toothy grin. He pressed his body down atop her, his rotund belly mashing her flat and his dropping chest, slick with sweat, meeting her sensitive nipples. Helena struggled to breathe beneath the goblin's weight. He shifted and his ragged mouth fell upon her in a savage kiss. She yielded to it eagerly, opening her mouth to his foul-tasting tongue and savoring it as if he were a handsome lover. His thrusts were met with the growing wetness of her cunt and made lewd sounds that filled the princess with even greater desire.

  "Yes, yes," moaned Margrite, as if enthralled by the spectacle. Helena realized the Rama woman playing with herself as she observed, her finger disappearing into her wet cunt and her hand plucking at her tattooed breast.

  "Svent!" groaned Bashowar, his fetid breath washing over Helena like a perfume. "Oooma Svent!"

  "Receive your master's seed!" cried Margrite.

  "AAahhhhh yes," wailed Helena, burying her face in Bashowar's flabby neck. "Fill me, hefek! Fill me with your cum!"

  Bashowar's roar nearly made Helena go deaf in one ear. His body tensed and strained atop her and thrust his fat cock into her one final time. A throb traveled the length of the goblin king's swollen fuckspear. Hot semen gushed into the clutching channel of the once-virginal princess. Waves of goblin spunk pumped into her fertile womb with each twitch of Bashowar's spurting bludgeon.

  Sobriety returned again to her for a moment as she realized she was being bred. There was no anguish this time. She smiled against her hefek and pulled him deeper into her squeezing slit. Her inner muscles milked him for every tiny droplet that might plant his seed within her.

  "Thank you, my hefek!" Helena nearly wept with joy. "Thank you for your seed."

  The goblin king grunted a reply and slowly lifted his weight from Helena's body. He snorted with exertion and heaved himself off of the princess with his arms. His fat cock, slowly shriveling, slipped from Helena's stuffed quim with a soft slurp. She felt his seed oozing out of her and she clenched her deepest muscles to try to keep him inside. Helena was full even without the iron of his cock inside her and she wanted to keep it that way.

  "Shall I attend him?" asked Helena, trying to sit up.

  Margrite held the princess down as the goblin flopped onto the furs beside her.

  "There will be time for that soon enough, princess," murmured the Rama woman.

  Margrite straddled Helena and used her larger size to pin the young princess to the furs. Margrite kissed Helena, teasing at first, then playfully, and then with a scorching passion that rocked Helena and caused her to moan involuntarily. Margrite dragged her fat nipples against Helena's much smaller pebbles and slid her hand between the princess's slick thighs.

  "So much seed," Margrite whispered as she stroked Helena's cunt. "Your quim is like a hungry vice. I can feel it sucking at my fingers."

  "I want more," cried Helena.

  "Yes, I'm sure you do, but I have something for you." Margrite's fingers held something cold and soft against Helena's velvet opening. With a push, it entered the princess's tender cunt, and the Rama woman's powerful fingers pushed it deep inside her.

  "What is it?" moaned Helena.

  She squirmed and pushed against Margrite. The larger woman flexed her powerful thighs and held the princess down easily. Her fingers worked deeper into Helena and the princess felt a pressure against her cervix. That pressure became a warmth that seemed to soak into her delicate inner hole. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry. Pleasure radiated out with the warmth. It was a steady, throbbing, hot sensation that momentarily quieted her lust and caused her thighs to quiver.

  Margrite slipped her fingers out of Helena's creamed channel. She examined the juices glistening on her fingertips by the light of the fire. She gazed into Helena's eyes as she slowly licked her fingers clean.

  "Your womb is sealed by the wax of creation," said Margrite, sucking a droplet of cum from her fingertip. "The king's seed will take root and when it does you will become his concubine."

  "Aren't you...I mean..."

  "I am his advisor," snapped Margrite. "And I have advised him that impregnating the daughter of Gedard di Quista, who possesses a powerful army even if his castle was just sacked by barbarians, would be a wise thing to do with his cock. When your father returns to reclaim his throne, you will be bound to your hefek and the goblins of Arboras will be recognized. Perhaps the humans might even make an alliance with Bashowar, if you are suitably convincing."

  "I will serve my hefek with pleasure, Margrite," said the princess, still struggling to speak because of the sensations throbbing deep inside her. "Even if I carry Bashowar's child, I fear my father would not listen to a goblin. He will not listen...unless..."

  "Speak truth or be silent," warned Margrite. She toyed with Helena's breasts as the young princess continued to struggle with the sensations radiating out from her womb.

  "If...nnnn...if the goblins...nnnnn...if Bashowar helps my father take back the castle..."

  Margarite stretched her body over Helena's, pressing breasts and rubbing the bare furrow of her cunt against the slender thigh of the young princess. She stroked Helena's face and ran her tongue up the princess's shoulder to Helena's earlobe. The princess panted with ecstasy as gentle orgasms, like aftershocks of the climax she felt with Bashowar, began to roll through her body. Margrite speaking directly into her ear only added to her pleasure.

  "Yes, your plan is a good one," whispered the Rama woman, rocking her hips and grinding against Helena's thigh. "Even a small force, if used wisely, could cement a friendship between your hefek and your father. I will tell it to Bashowar and claim it was my plan all along. Do not try to claim it was you who devised it."

  "N-no," gasped Helena.

  "Good," said Margrite. "The wax will have sealed you by now. Go to your hefek and satisfy him however he desires."

  The Rama woman rose abruptly, leaving behind a warm slick of her cum upon the princess's leg. Margrite fastened her gilded loincloth around her shapely hips and departed the tent, leaving Helena alone with the corpulent goblin king. Bashowar lazily inclined his head and watched Helena crawling towards him without apparent emotion.

  The princess could have picked up a weapon and attacked her goblin master, but she felt only desire to please him. She was not sure if it was the lingering effect of the herb the goblin shaman bathed her in or simply her natural lust for the fat goblin. She supposed, as she wrapped her fingers around the softness of his flaccid cock, that it did not matter very much.

  He let out a grunt of pleasure as his flush
ed concubine began to stroke his cock back to life with her soft hand. Helena looked up into his beady eyes and lowered her mouth to the stiffening red bell of his cockhead. Her tongue roamed the hot ridges of his flesh and explored the thick shaft. Her spit soaked down to the hard eggs of his testicles and she sucked them through his tender sack.

  Bashowar propped himself up on pillows and furs to watch the pretty princess service his cock. She was insatiable. She wanted nothing more than to please her hefek and ever groan and twitch fueled her lust. Her hand pressed between her legs and she played with her wet crescent and the bud of her clit as she bobbed her mouth on the goblin king's swollen fucktool.

  "Mmmmmmhmmmm," she moaned around his hardness.

  Bashowar gently lowered one of his hands to the back of her golden hair and he urged her to take his cock deeper. When she felt him at the back of her throat she relaxed her urge to choke and she swallowed. The fat bulb of his cockhead popped into her esophagus. She gurgled with excitement and swallowed repeatedly, holding him in her throat and caressing his cock with the tight contractions of her muscles.

  Bashowar grunted wordlessly and his hot cum fired into her throat. It was thick and tacky and difficult to swallow as his cock twitched against her gag reflex and pumped his gooey broth straight into her belly. Helena closed her eyes and took it all, even caressing the flexing shaft with her tongue to coax out every bit of his cum.

  The goblin king slumped against his pillows again and his cock began to soften. Helena expelled him from her throat with a single gag. She managed not to spit him out completely and instead washed and lathered his spunk-smeared fucktool within the warm bath of her mouth. When he did not soon begin to harden, Helena let his cock slip from her mouth and she crawled atop her adored hefek. She did not know if crawling on him violated some sort of goblin etiquette. Her cunt was boiling with new lust and she hardly cared.