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

by Amanda Clover

  Of all the depravity Kala had yet endured, to volunteer her mouth to the minotaur was perhaps the most depraved. Among the Kornasi only a slave girl or whore used her mouth upon a man. It was an admission of not just her lust, but her diminished stature, the loss of her heritage as the daughter of a Kan. Yet her full lips parted and her tongue slid over the blunt head of the minotaur's cock without hesitation. She knew what she was doing and she did not care.

  She held his cock firmly between her breasts, stroking the root and tugging at his massive bollocks as her tongue caressed the folded spade of his cockhead. She imagined it opening again, like a rutting stallion, to plug her womb full of the minotaur's cum. She drooled over the warm flesh. She caressed it and teased the slit of his cock, rocking her hips and rubbing her breasts against the throbbing pillar of his cock.

  The minotaur grunted. Its eyes opened and narrowed into black dots as it lifted its head. Kala froze in place, her tongue pressed to cockhead, her breasts wrapped tightly around his shaft. Her heart drummed heavily in her chest.

  "Do you want me to stop?" she asked softly.

  The minotaur snorted again and relaxed its heavy brow. It slowly brought one of its hands up to Kala's head and stroked her hair as if she was a pet. She laughed and gave his cockhead another long, slow lick that dragged across its slit. The minotaur snorted with pleasure.

  "Oh, you like that?" asked Kala, raising an eyebrow. She lapped several times across the minotaur's huge cock. Clear precum began to bubble from his slit. "Mmmmmmmmm...let's see how that tastes."

  She dragged her tongue through the liquid and stroked her body and breasts around his shaft. He tasted salty and slightly sweet. The taste was certainly not unpleasant. The princess wanted more. She pouted her lips and pressed them beneath his glans. She used both hands to swing his cock against her mouth and slapped her lips with the weight of his straining cockmeat.

  Her lust was a fire raging in her body. She passionately kissed and licked the minotaur before kneeling high so that she could look him in the eye and guide the fat head of his cock to her soft lips. He grunted as her mouth opened around him. He was nearly as big as her fist, but she did not stop. She filled her mouth with his straining cock meat, smearing her tongue with his precum and taking him until she felt as if she might choke on him.

  The minotaur sat up, but did not move his lower body. He lowered both hands to Kala's head and guided her movements as she tried to fit his cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched and her jaw opened to its limits as she bobbed her mouth around him. Her drool spilled down his shaft, mingling with the increasing flow of his salty precum. She moaned and thrust herself against his cock, her soft breasts heaving and sliding against him as her hands worked the length of his cock.

  The minotaur snorted loudly. His chest was rising and falling with his heavy breathing. Kala felt his huge bollocks tightening up against his shaft.

  He's going to cum, the princess realized. He's going to cum in my mouth. What do I do?

  She did not have long to consider the question. His cock pulled at her grasp. A second muscular tightening nearly tore it from between her lips. She wrestled it against her body, between her breasts, into her sucking mouth. She moaned as a powerful throb beat against her lips. She could see the length of it pulsing with the minotaur's orgasm.

  An instant later, she was hit with a boiling wave of the minotaur's hot cum. It spurted into her throat, overflowing her mouth, pouring down her chin in an instant and bursting into her sinuses so that it burst from her nose. She tried to swallow. She tried to keep stroking him and sucking him. It wasn't possible. A hot soup of his cum was gushing into her throat and threatening to drown her.

  Kala gasped for air and pulled her mouth from the minotaur's surging cock. She was rewarded an instant later by a splash of warm semen against her throat, pouring over her breasts, drenching her face and slicking her body. She held her mouth open as a great quantity exploded across her tongue. The salty broth overflowed her mouth again and spilled down her cheeks. Each spurt was a cup of hot minotaur spunk across her body, warming her breasts and filling her mouth again and again with his thick sauce. The flow diminished to a bubbling stream with each twitch of the minotaur's cock. She looked up, her face coated in his spunk, and began licking and kissing his cock. The flattened head flared wide suddenly and she saw the reality of what she had experienced inside her stuffed cunt earlier.

  She continued to lick, stroke, and caress the minotaur's cock as it began to slowly deflate. By the time it had nearly withdrawn into his sheath his flaring cockhead had returned to its normal blunt shape.

  "You've made quite a mess of us both," said Kala, cradling her dripping breasts in her cum-spattered arms so he could see the mess he'd made. "At least I don't need you to tell me you enjoyed that."

  The minotaur reacted suddenly by seizing the princes in his brawny arm and hoisting her over the rippling slab of one shoulder. She let out a cry of surprise. It turned to fear as he carried her out of the cave and into the early morning.

  "I'm sorry! What did I do? I won't do it again!"

  The minotaur grunted and threw the princess into a clear stream of icy cold water. The shock of being plunged into the water stole her breath away for a moment. She was struck again as the minotaur dropped down into the water beside her. Their breath steamed in the morning air as the minotaur pulled her against him in the water. She shivered and he stroked the mess from her hair and body.

  He grunted and gently stroked her breasts. He lifted her chin to look up at him. His dark eyes were almost kind.

  "Yes, I like you too," said Kala.

  The cold water cleaned them both and the minotaur helped her out of the stream. She stood trembling, her nipples painfully hard and her body prickled with gooseflesh. The dripping giant stood up from the stream and lifted her into his arms again. He brought her back to the cave and set her down beside the fire.

  "You can let go of me now," said the princess, appreciating the warmth of the fire, but not appreciating the way the minotaur was holding her calf. He stretched her leg out with a tug and she spilled face-first onto the furs. "Hey, what are you doing?"

  The minotaur twisted her leg until she was rolled over onto her back. She looked up at the huge beast as he loomed over her. He held in his simple hand a golden hook with a savage point. It seemed huge. He pressed down against her forehead to prevent her from turning her head.

  "No! Stop it! Please!" Kala's cries echoed

  The minotaur scowled. It was an expression she had not seen before. Almost a look of pity. She was not comforted, considering he was holding her motionless on the furs. She cast one, final, fearful look at the golden hook he held in his hands and then she closed her eyes. She expected the next thing she felt to be the pain of him stabbing it into her neck or maybe her closed eye.

  The pain she felt was shocking, to be sure, as the minotaur stabbed the golden hook through the septum dividing her nostrils. She cried out from the sharp pain. The smell of blood filled her nostrils. The minotaur grabbed the protruding hook and pulling it all the way through her septum. The pain was terrible and then it was through and he pulled it loose. The minotaur tossed the hook side. He wiped the blood away from her nostrils with his fingertips and then, with great care, he threaded a fat ring that seemed made from woven threads of gold into the hole in her septum.

  Kala felt something strange as the minotaur fed the ring all the way through her nose. It was like a hand pushing against the back of her head, but inside her skull. The weight of the ring settled against her upper lip. The pain was gone, replace by a dull pressure in her nose. She blinked away the tears in her eyes and stared up at the minotaur. Her vision cleared just in time for her to see the huge brute thrusting a similar ring into his own nostrils.

  "Do you know me?"

  Kala's eyes went wide as the deep voice boomed within her mind.

  "Who is that?" She asked, looking in shock at the minotaur. "Is that your voice?"
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  The minotaur shook his great, horned head and waved a finger over Kala's mouth. He tapped that finger against the side of her head.

  Think it?

  "Yes. Think. You do it right," said the voice in her head.

  The minotaur's voice was simple and clear. His words were unadorned with inflection and yet filled with meaning. She did not know how this magic worked, but it was clear what was happening: they were speaking with only their minds.

  "I have bound you with ring. Now were a united and you belong to me."

  Belong?

  The word held a sickening meaning for a princess of a people accustomed to taking slaves. She considered her father a peaceful man by Kornasi standards, but even he had raided the villages of the weak tribes to the west to take women and men as slaves. Those taken were afforded very few rights. They belonged to their masters. Something more than simple property, but far less than human. They were not even worth as much as the well-trained mounts of the horsemen. They were like cattle.

  "Your life is mine, pretty human. You are my bound brood mare. My prize." He caressed her face. "I will care for you and protect you. When we return to my herd tomorrow I will breed you."

  That is possible?

  "It is good." He caressed her breasts. "You have heavy breasts, good for milk, and wide hips best for birthing my kind. Most human women survive birthing. You are strong."

  She whimpered at the thought of becoming heavy with the minotaur's child. It upset her to imagine this future, yet she threw herself into the minotaur's arms for support. He wrapped her up easily. She was tiny against his chest. She felt like a child in her father's strong arms and yet her desires were those of a woman. Her leg brushed against his sheath and his cock stirred.

  I still hurt, thought Kala and she touched her tender cunt to show the minotaur.

  "No mounting tonight," said the minotaur. "Travel. Come. Let me wrap you in furs."

  The minotaur helped Kala to her feet and draped her voluptuous body in the heavy furs she had been using as a blanket and bedding. The minotaur covered his shoulders with what remained and began to tie a loose rope around the princess's neck.

  I won't try to escape, she thought, looking up at the minotaur.

  "It is as much for your protection as to keep you from escaping. When I arrive with the herd your body will arouse the other bulls. The ring binding us and the rope will show that you belong to me."

  I belong to you, thought Kala, sending her mixture of sadness and acceptance along with her words. The minotaur patted her shoulder and back with a surprising gentleness. She looked up at him and tried to force a smile.

  When the morning's light had fully awakened they set off through the forest. The minotaur always went ahead, creating a path through the thorn trees and brush so that Kala's journey was easy. The only clothes she retained from her past life were her riding boots. She felt naked with the just the furs draped over her, but she supposed that was the point.

  She also began to realize that her thoughts, always active, were constantly being sent to the minotaur. He watched her with amusement or grunted audibly when she thought something dirty. He was much quieter.

  He must know a way to control what he says to me and what he only thinks.

  "There is a way," said the minotaur in her mind. "I will teach it to you in time. For now, it is good for me to know what you think."

  After a hard day of travel through the woods, they reached the scrubland that was the last boundary before the peninsula on which the minotaur's herd made its home. It was a relief to Kala to be under open skies once more. She wished she had a horse to make use of the open country.

  As the sky began to darken into dusk the minotaur sought out a large boulder to build a shelter against for the night. He placed a heavy rock atop Kala's rope and went to gather enough scrub to build a fire. She watched him laboring, his huge shoulders hunched, his abdomen rippling. He was gorgeous. His bestial features did not even disrupt his handsomeness. She was growing fond of his savage bull's face. As he came closer her eyes focused on the hanging sheath of his cock. It was not hidden from her and yet it held a fleshy pink secret within. One that she could still taste at the back of her throat.

  The minotaur's voice boomed in her head and startled her from her recollections.

  "When you think of such things," said the minotaur. "I feel what you are feeling."

  He put down the scrub in the fire pit and came over to her. Something about the determination in his black eyes filled Kala with fear.

  "Do not fear me," said the minotaur. "I will never harm you."

  He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a pile of cotton-oak boughs he had arranged as their bedding. He laid her gently upon the soft branches and pulled away the furs that hid her naked body. He smoothed the hair from her face and brought his other hand to her breast. He squeezed it gently, the cool air and his touch causing her fat nipple to stiffen against his hand. He leaned his bestial head down and his long, pink tongue dropped from his mouth and dragged lazily over her breasts.

  The touch of his tongue inflamed her lust, but she feared he might try to fuck her again. She was still recovering and had had no time to heal with all the walking.

  "There are other ways," said the minotaur. His hot breath snorted over her breasts. He licked lower, dragging his tongue over her belly and between her thighs.

  "Yessss!" she cried aloud.

  His tongue was so thick and long that it took in her quim from clit to taint. He dragged the warm, wet muscle over her tiny asshole and lubricated the pink groove of her cunt. He licked, with agonizing slowness, at the straining bud of Kala's lust. She grabbed him by his horns and thrust herself against his tongue. His snout snorted against her. She spread her juices onto his lips.

  The minotaur did not even speak in words. He spoke to her in feelings. In sensations. She knew his lust intimately and knew he enjoyed the taste of her tender quim. That he thrilled at the feeling of her sex against his tongue and her ass beneath it. She held tightly to his horns and bucked against the minotaur's mouth and tongue until she cried out, wailing with pleasure, toes curling and body tensing and releasing against him.

  She luxuriated in the afterglow of her climax. She smiled up at him as he knelt beneath her and handled his huge pink cock. He lay the hot length of it across her belly so that it prodded the underside of her breasts. She knew his desires without exchanging words. She wrapped her big, soft breasts around him and he pressed forward, bulling his cock between her mashed titflesh.

  He fucked her like that, the underside of his huge cock rubbing across her belly, the cockhead buried in her cleavage. She moved and squeezed around him.

  Fuck me, she begged him. Fuck my big tits.

  He held her by her waist and slid his cock between her breasts until the friction began to make her sore. He grunted and lifted the weight of his cock. With a single hand he spun her around to her belly. She let out a surprised moan and then his heavy cock fell along the crescent of her ass and reached up to the middle of her back.

  "I will not take your ass," he said, allaying her fears. "But I will use your flesh to cradle my root."

  The minotaur spread the soft curves of her ass, opening her crack to the cool, evening air and exposing her pink flower to the beast's gaze. The minotaur slid the hot trunk of his cock between her cheeks, resting its underside atop her ass with her soft buttocks cradling the lower portion of his immense shaft.

  He thrust forward, rocking her body and sending her dangling breasts into motion. With each stroke along the groove of her ass cheeks, the minotaur spanked Kala's thighs with his dangling bollocks. He pushed her round cheeks tightly around his huge cock. Warmth spread and she began to feel a wetness dragging beneath his cock as precum began to lubricate his thrusting.

  Kala moaned with each might stroke of his cock, her body reacting with sense-memories of when he pinned her to the ground and fucked her. But the princess was not so constrained and sh
e began to thrust back to meet the minotaur. She rolled her hips, dragging her tender pink clench along the underside of his thrusting and grinding against him. As she did, she reached a hand between her thighs and plunged two fingers into her steamy cunt.

  The quiet scrubland echoed with the bestial sounds of their half-rutting. The minotaur's precum so thoroughly coated her lower back and the crack of her ass that it took on a lewd, wet sound with each thrust. Her orgasm was fast approaching.

  I am going to cum, she thought to him. I want to feel your seed on my body. I want you to cover me in your hot spunk.

  "What you want is not important," said the minotaur and Kala thought she detected a touch of mirth in his seemingly harsh words. "Your ripe body awakens the geyser of my seed. I will bathe you in my essence whether it is your desire or not."

  His strangely poetic turn of phrase for such a filthy act pushed Kala over the brink. She cried aloud, throwing back her head, her mouth hanging open as her fingers plunged into her dripping slit.

  The heavy snake of the minotaur's cock thrashed against her. It bludgeoned her crack and thumped onto her back as a wave of hot cum washed past her shoulders, over her neck and into her hair. The minotaur gripped her hips so tightly that pain penetrated the throbbing chain reaction of her orgasm. Semen gushed across her back and dripped down her sides. It pooled in the divot of her ass and hot butter glazed her quivering cheeks.

  The orgasm seemed to resound from the golden ring swinging from her septum. She realized that she was feeling the intense, boiling pleasure of the minotaur's orgasm. Like a shadow of reality, she felt her own body against the huge log of her cock. As waves of contractions tore through her, she felt the mighty pulse of her cock and the rush of another spurt of cum. She felt it launching from her twitching spear and felt it landing, hot and thick, on her own back.

  The minotaur fell beside her. His breath came in great, steaming snorts. His cock slowly retreated into its sheath. Kala was covered in the beast's sticky seed and still recovering from the unexpected connection they shared during his orgasm. She knew she would have to clean herself up before she could sleep.