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

by Amanda Clover

  At last, she arrived at the lower tunnels, where the last miners sought to extract every pebble of wealth from the mine. The smell of the creature was overpowering here and the floor of the tunnel was flooded with several inches of stagnant water. The tunnels this deep were rough-hewn, not braced, and there was evidence that several had suffered a collapse.

  Claudette felt the weight of the earth above her. Seeing a mine cart crushed beneath a rockslide was all the reminder she needed that a slight tremor might flat the tunnels and bury her hundreds of feet in the mountain rock. She was also aware that she had entered the creature's home territory. It would see her before she saw it and she could only hope that her wits and strength would allow her to triumph. Her fear did not deter her from her mission.

  "I will find you, Gwen," she whispered.

  Claudette delved deeper by the dwindling light of her lantern. She followed the main tunnel to a place where the ceiling had caved in completely. There were traces of the stinking slime on the rocks, but no way past the collapse. She turned back and began to explore the side tunnels. These were hardly wider than her shoulders and the second one she explored forced her to crawl on hands and knees, holding the lantern over her head and trying not to think about the collapse.

  She emerged into a cavern of surprising breadth. Even with the lantern high above her head, she could not see the roof nor the far side of the cavern. She heard a soft, echoing flow of water, as if the cavern might contain a stream. Strangest of all were the odd tiles on the floor. Many of them were broken. Each seemed to be marked by a letter or rune from a language Claudette could not recognize. She might not have been able to discern the meaning of the runes, but they were obviously very old.

  "They've meddled in something they should have left alone," she muttered.

  A cold chill prickled her arms and neck. Claudette knew without seeing anything that she was no longer alone. The creature was there, somewhere beyond the circle of her light, watching her and waiting to strike.

  "Come on then," hissed Claudette. "Face me if you dare."

  She put her back to the wall, raised her sword and braced to fight the creature. It came from the darkness at an incredible speed. It rolled across the floor like a droplet of water, twice as big as Claudette's horse. It had no head or limbs of any sort. It was a translucent jelly with a scattering of organs and half-digested meals suspended in its quivering mass.

  Claudette swung at it as it came for her. The blade of her sword passed harmlessly through its jelly body. The princess sidestepped and momentum carried the charging mass of slime straight into the wall. It flattened like batter on a griddle with a loud splatter and began to reconstitute itself into a more spherical shape.

  Claudette said a prayer to Tevos and swung at it again. Her blade hacked a bulge from the larger body of the slime. This bit slipped down Claudette's sword and lashed its goo against Claudette's hand and forearm. She shook her arm and tossed the slime off of her body, but not before it had stung her with some sort of acid. Her hand reddened immediately and began to throb with pain.

  She raised her sword to defend herself and the blade slipped from her grasp. Her entire arm dangled uselessly. She took a step backward as the slime's poison spread through her body. She felt warmth and a strange calm, not unlike the hypnotic effect of the eye in the innkeeper's palm, but without a compulsion or command. She fell to her knees and slumped against the wall of the cavern. The lantern dropped beside her.

  Panic overwhelmed Claudette's training. She kicked her legs and tried to scoot away from the horrifying ooze. It was useless. Her legs were barely responding to her at all. She could do nothing but stare in wide-eyed horror as the wave of green slime drew closer. It sent out glistening feelers that reached over the toes of her boots. The leather hissed and began to dissolve before her eyes, melting away beneath the slime, eyelets and metal buckles separating from the cured leather. The tiny metal pieces drifted away as the slime devoured her boots completely and began to melt away the stockings beneath.

  The slime reached its ravenous tendrils up her leggings and the wool began to unravel and pop open at the seams. The digestive enzymes of the beast dissolved her under-cladding in seconds and the chain was sucked away by its reaping tendrils and into the larger mass of its quivering translucent body. These apparently indigestible pieces were quickly pushed out of the slime's membrane and left on the floor coated in slime.

  The princess watched the slime pouring over her waist and up her body, sliding beneath her cuirass and melting away her clothing. She could feel it on her legs now. Cool and heavy. Was this how Gwen met her end? Unable to even cry for help? Forced to watch as she was devoured by some primordial creature?

  The slime's weight poured out over the helpless princess. It cradled her and enveloped her and she was sucked into its central mass. It pressed into her nose and mouth and covered her eyes as it dissolved the last bits of her clothing.

  At least I will suffocate first, thought Claudette. But such a quick oblivion was not to be granted. The slime's body trembled and it pulsed outward, opening and closing its mass quickly and swallowing a pocket of air that it migrated to surround Claudette's head.

  Worst of all, realized the trapped princess, was that it felt good. The coolness of the slime had given way to an enveloping warmth, like a hot bath soaking into her skin. When she took a deep breath, the stifling smell of the slime was like a perfume. She realized that she wanted to be swallowed up and maybe one with the slime. Relaxing into the pressing weight of the slime was nothing of which to be afraid.

  The slime moved with the naked princess suspended in its body. The lantern was left behind in the cavern as the slime rolled down into a crevice. The princess was no longer afraid at all. She would have moaned with pleasure if she could make a sound as the wriggling slime crept inside her cunt and slipped into her ass. It was gentle, exploring her without forcing her.

  Although she was eager to give herself to the pleasure, the slime was infinitely patient, playing gently against her groove with thousands of tiny fingers. It tightened and squeezed around her breasts, plucked at her nipples and tickled the tender wrinkle of her ass. The warm, smooth slime pushed into her ass, barely even stretching her with its gentle invasion.

  Tiny trembling tickles against her clit drove Claudette over the edge. She was upside down, traveling deeper and deeper into the earth inside the formless body of a primordial monster, and yet all she could think was that she wished she could curl her toes because her orgasm was maddening. As if millions of gentle threads were wrapping around her clit and squeezing while dozens of boneless fingers pressed into her aching cunt.

  The force of the slime pulled apart Claudette's plump bottom and widened its translucent intrusion into the forbidden pink of her ass. It drove inside her cunt and slurped into every contour of her welcoming body. She cried and wished she could thrust against it and, as if reading her thoughts, the body of the slime began to contract and plunge deeper and more urgently into her. The shape of it was that of a huge, painless cock widening her cunt.

  She was contorted by the pressure of the slime and she was able to see her near-virginal slit yawning open within the body of the slime as the oozing column rhythmically thrust into her. The external light grew brighter and she could see more detail. The contractions of her orgasmic muscles around the invading column and the shifting dimples in her breasts where the pressure of the slime concentrated and caressed her.

  Yes! Yes, fuck me! she cried within her mind. I never want it to stop!

  "It doesn't have to stop," whispered a voice within Claudette's head. "Soon you will be with your friends and you can have this pleasure forever."

  Ooooohhhhh! wailed Claudette in her mind as orgasms wracked her body suspended in the slime. The pleasure was too great for her to even wonder who the voice might belong to or that it might be trying to deceive her. She was in a daze of pleasure that only ended as a hundred invisible hands pressed her out of the b
ody of the slime and onto the slick floor of another chamber.

  Bathed in green light, she realized that the floor, ceiling and every wall of this large room was covered in the heavy body of the slime. There were open doorways, but these were completely blocked by the slime. The room was some sort of vast and ancient hall within a palace. Strange designs were visible on tiles that were covered in the green slime's body.

  "There is so much of it," moaned Claudette.

  "So much of us," said the deep, diffuse voice that echoed in her mind. It was as if a crowd was speaking in unison, chanting the words to her. "You are within us now, princess. Safe from the world. Safe from pain. We offer you pleasure. Eternal pleasure."

  She struggled to her feet, her body sheathed in the residue of the slime. It had filled her body with its corruption and she could still feel it slicking her cunt and oozing from her tender ass. As the haze of its venom began to subside, Claudette began to appreciate the full horror of her predicament. She was trapped within walls of the slime creature, deep beneath the earth, naked and unarmed.

  "What...what do you want with me?" demanded Claudette.

  The voice answered within her head, "Join us in eternity, princess. We will give you such power you cannot even imagine. Immortality. Control. You will never know fear and pleasure will be your daily bread."

  The creature's blasphemous promises seduced her mind. She found it difficult to stand upright and she slid her hand between her thighs and touched her slim-slick cunt. Her clit stood out against her fingertips and she stroked it slowly, searching the strangely glowing walls of slime.

  "Wh-where is Gwen?" moaned Claudette.

  A vague, human shape appeared beneath the jelly layers of green covering one of the open doorways. For a moment, Claudette saw the grisly sight of a skeleton, resolving from the ooze, flesh wrapping upon bones, blue eyes filling the socket. The princess wanted to cry out in horror, but she was enraptured by the sensation beneath her fingers. The skinless nightmare stretched the green membrane of the slime. Flesh knit across muscle. Perfect, smooth, human skin.

  Gwenevere stepped from within the slime.

  "I am here, my love," she said, her naked body as perfect and beautiful as Claudette remembered it.

  "Gwen!" cried the princess, staggering towards her companion. Though she had just seen an abomination, the smile on Gwen's face was too real to be denied. Claudette embraced her tightly and held the slender scribe against the softness of her breasts. "I thought I would never see you again."

  Gwen seemed unworried by their predicament. She wrapped her slender arms around Claudette's neck and turned her lips to the princess's. Her mouth was cold against Claudette's. Her eager tongue as slippery as the slime that coated the floor. She smelled and tasted like the slime.

  The princess forgot such concerns as she embraced Gwen and met her lips in the rapture of their kiss. Her caress seemed to awaken the warmth within Gwen's body. The scribe sighed into their kiss and her clammy lips became heated by her breath.

  "I wondered if you would come for me," gasped Gwen. "Thank you, my love. Let me repay your kindness..."

  Gwen began kissing the princess's shoulder, her hot, moist lips trailing down to Claudette's abundant breasts. The scribe cradled Claudette's breasts and lowered her mouth to a fat, slime-slick nipple. She ran her tongue in shrinking circles around Claudette's pink areola before capturing the princess's straining nipple in her lips and sucking hard.

  "Ohhhhh Gwen!" The princess cradled her lover against her breast. "Your kiss is like fire. What are you doing...we...must..."

  All though of escape vanished as Gwen moved to Claudette's other breast, licking away the slime that covered her nipple before sucking it as hard as before. But the redheaded scribe had only begun her travel. She kissed down Claudette's muscular abdomen and hugged against her thighs. Claudette watched, mesmerized by the sensations, as Gwen fell to her knees and began kissing and stroking the princess's inner thighs.

  The floor seemed to shift beneath the women and fat tendrils of slime lifted the princess up and turned her onto her back. Claudette's legs hung over the cradling slime, spread apart and presented for the kneeling scribe. The princess was not afraid. She did not even mind the touch of the slime as it held her like a feast presented for Gwen's eager tongue.

  "Ohhhhhhh, my love," cried Claudette, lowering her hands to Gwen's scarlet hair. The scribe rain her tongue from Claudette's tender anus to the bud at the top of her cunt. Gwen moaned and splayed the princess open with her fingers. She was ravenous, licking deep into Claudette's eager channel. Gwen's fingers toyed with the princess's ass as her tongue delivered a thorough lashing to Claudette's clit.

  "Mmmmmm my love, you are sweet is I remembered," gasped Gwen between loving lashings of Claudette's honeyed cunt. "I thought of nothing else in the darkness and you appeared to me like an angel. Thank you for coming to me, my love. My princess."

  "I never...nnnnnn....never could have abandoned you!" Claudette bit her lower lip and lost all track of her language as Gwen rubbed her clit with her thumb and delved her tongue into her ass. Feeling the young scribe's face against her bottom and her tongue probing her hole was too much. Tevos be damned, it was exquisite.

  Claudette arched against the cradling slime and thrust herself against her lover's face. Her breasts heaved with her gasps of pleasure. Contractions of ecstasy tore through her body and clenched at the tongue invading her tender ass. Tiny fronds of slime began to reach around Claudette's breasts, tickling up and over them to tease against her nipples.

  She was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that she was only dimly aware that more figures were stepping out from the slime-covered doorways. Each resolved in the same grotesque manner as Gwen. Each was a woman. Many were beautiful and young, though not all. Matronly women and older women emerged as well, each nude and glistening with the slime. They surrounded Claudette and began caressing her with urgent hands. A young, fair-haired maiden climbed atop the princess, pressing her nubile body to Claudette's.

  "Oh, hello," laughed Claudette and she embraced the woman and began to kiss her.

  Kisses were in plentiful supply. Kisses met Claudette's shoulders and hips and breasts. Kisses found her neck and tongues tickled her ears. The women pressed in tightly around Claudette and Gwen, forming a wall of moaning, eager flesh. Claudette sat up and indulged her whims with the women. She sucked at the breast of a middle-aged mother. She slid her hands between a maiden's tender thighs and probed the young woman's quim. She kissed each woman without hesitation and shared the secret of their lust.

  "Join us," they murmured, between kisses. "We love you."

  "Yesss," moaned Claudette. "Yes, I love you all too. I love you, Gwen."

  The princess embraced the scribe and the two women tangled their bodies together on the ancient, slime-wrapped floor. The other women, kissing and caressing one another, fell with them. Breasts and hands and thighs and bottoms slid one against another. Tongues found mouths and the sweet nectar of cunts and sucked at straining nipples. The chamber echoed with a chorus of pleasure. Claudette was lost in the surging orgy of lesbian delights, a sea of long-suppressed lust that only parted after many exhausting hours of tongue-driven lust.

  And when the women crawled away and disappeared into the darkened, slime-covered doorways, there was only Claudette and Gwen and a tall, slender man with black eyes. He was nude and well-endowed with a long, curving cock. His handsome features reminded Claudette of the elves of Mournheath. His body was not fat at all, but there was an odd unhealthiness to it, as though he had no tone to his muscles whatsoever.

  "I am the first," said the man and his words were echoed softly by the multitude of women. "I was cursed long before the age of humans, imprisoned in this tomb within the earth for the magic I dared to practice. I have spent all these many centuries dreaming of a bride worthy of my seed and she has come to me without being asked."

  He held out his hands and Claudette padded across the
slippery floor. She looked at him and smiled and took his hands. All fear and doubt had been erased from her mind. She was not only where she belonged, she was with who she wanted to be with. He pulled her close to her, looking down into her eyes with the unmarked black of his own.

  "Be my bride, Claudette Chevalier, for all of time. Give me life through your body."

  "Yes," said Claudette. "Yes, I am yours."

  She went to her knees before him and lowered her lips to his feet. She slid her hands up the smooth trunks of his legs and rubbed her face against the head of his dangling cock. It stirred against her cheek. She gathered its fleshy length in both hands and stroked him to hardness with the swollen bell of his cockhead resting against her tongue. He stroked her face and watched her as she ran her tongue around him and wanked his lovely cock from root to tip.

  "My prince, my king." She lashed his cockhead with her tongue. "My wizard."

  She wrapped her full lips around him and began to suck. It was not easy, for his cock was thick and long and stretched her mouth around its width. She bobbed her mouth on his head and sucked hungrily with both hands shuttling the length of his shaft.

  Gwen knelt down beside Claudette and gathered the hair that dangled in the princess's face. The scribe guided the movements of the princess's head and urged her softly to "take more" and "suck him dry."

  While she focused on licking and sucking him, the elf raised a hand and the slime that coated the floor began to tremble. Pillars of translucent green arose from the floor and bent around Claudette's vulnerable bottom. Two thick tendrils gripped her thighs just below her hips and lifted her ass. She popped her lips free of the elf's cock in time to see a fat tendril drilling into her cunt.

  "Ohhhh!" she gasped as the tentacle cock parted the folds of her tender groove and stuffed her full of a twisting cone of slime. The cool slime-cock pressed deep into her and caressed every bit of her hot channel. The force of the fucking slime tipped her forward and forced her to release her handhold on the elf's cock. Her breasts swayed with each thrust of the slime and her mouth fell open in a prolonged cry of pleasure.