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

by Amanda Clover

  Nadia wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded.

  "Speak it," demanded the elder vampyr.

  "I accept," she said.

  "Good. Look into my eyes, little princess."

  It was not a request. Nadia was compelled to stare into the inky abysses of the elder vampyr's eyes. She saw something within them. Something in the deep, deep distance. She shuddered when she recognized that it was her own face. She felt the vampyr inside her head. It was as if her mind was sand and the fiend's fingers reached deep in search of some lost trinket.

  "Yessss," he hissed. "How delightfully appropriate. So be it. Confront your fear, overcome it, or you will fail the test."

  She nearly fell backwards as the elder vampyr, Lord and Lady Grasu, and the entire catacombs disappeared. She was back in the gypsy camp. She was standing just outside her father's carriage. Through the opened door she could hear sounds of laughter, murmuring voices, and a soft, wet sound that turned her stomach.

  "Father?" she whispered.

  She pushed open the door, dreading what was happening inside the carriage. She opened the candlelit carriage and time stood still. Father was naked on his bed, his hairy body propped up on pillows as he watched the dancing girls. One of the girls had her back to Nadia. She was crouched beside the bed, her plump ass resting against her heels as she took hold of Father's cock moved her head towards it.

  The other dancing girl wore a veil of her face. She was straddling father's tanned belly and stroking his hairy chest. Her pert breasts were capped with delicate pink nipples. She leaned them forward into Father's face and he took one between his lips and began to suck. As he moaned against the dancing girls' breast, he reached around her and squeezed her firm bottom.

  Nadia felt dizzy with horror. She was not supposed to see these things. She was not supposed to see Father like this at all. As if sensing her revulsion, Father lifted his face from the breasts of the dancing girl and turned to Nadia.

  "Join us, Nadia," he said.

  The dancing girl straddling his belly pulled aside her veil. Nadia's eyes widened as Esmerelda revealed herself.

  "Join us, sister," she said.

  The kneeling dancing girl lifted her head from Father's lap and turned to look over her shoulder. It was Lubba.

  "Join us, Nadia," she said, before returning her lips to father's fat cock and bobbing her mouth up and down its length.

  Nadia looked down at herself in horror and realized she wore the two-piece costume of sheer cloth of a dancing girl. Her hard nipples tented the nearly transparent fabric. Her cunt throbbed with lust. She tried to take a step back and she instead stepped into the carriage. The door slammed shut behind her and she heard the lock turning.

  "Come onto the bed, Nadia," said Father, patting the bed beside him.

  "I can't," said Nadia. "This is...this isn't right. You are my father. These are my sisters. I..."

  "Nadia, please, be a good girl. Papa needs you."

  His words twisted Nadia's stomach in knots. She steadied herself and turned towards the door. Something prickled at the back of her mind. The elder vampyr warned her to overcome her fear just before he plunged her into this...what was it? A fantasy? A dream? She stopped with her hand on the door.

  "You're not real," she said.

  "Of course I am, my little Nadchka."

  Nadia turned back to her Father and sisters, still in their sinful embrace. She took a deep breath to steal her will and she approached the bed. She looked again at father. At the rotund body she had never wanted to see naked. At the at droplets of sweat that glistened on his head. At his cock, still damp with Lubba's spit as her sister stroke up and down its impressive length.

  She felt a pang of lust. That was it, she realized. Her deepest fear was not of seeing this forbidden act, it was a fear of being aroused by it. Of wanting it.

  She watched her sister Lubba. The way she moaned with pleasure and thrust her jiggling curves against Father, only stifling her excited cry by stuffing Father's fat cock between her lips. She sucked and slid her mouth up and down, her spit soaking his shaft. Nadia looked to her other sister, Esmerelda, who beckoned with restrained sensuality, caressing her own pert breasts and leaning against Father.

  "I must confront my fear with courage. I must meet this illusion with my rational mind."

  Father laughed at this, "Whatever you say, sweet Nadchka, so long as you bring your lovely fur to my bed and let me taste it."

  "It's not real," she whispered. "This is not real. I am standing in a room with the elder vampyr."

  "What are you saying sister?" asked Lubba, her lips glistening and Father's purple cock squeezed in her fist. "Would you like me to prepare you for Father's cock?"

  "Um, yes, sister," said Nadia. "Since you are not real I will...oooh..."

  Nadia forgot whatever she was trying to assert as both of her sisters embraced her. Esmerelda hugged Nadia gently, pressing her pert breasts against Nadia's arm as she kissed her sister. Nadia found the kiss irresistible and opened her lips to her sister's probing tongue. As she kissed the phantasm of Esemerelda, it was Lubba, on her knees, who really set to work. She slid the dancing skirt down Nadia's thighs and quickly clamped her hot mouth over Nadia's mound.

  "Ohhhh!" cried Nadia, nearly losing her balance as Lubba's tongue invaded her cunt.

  She tried to convince herself it wasn't really happening as Lubba and Esmerelda pulled her onto the oversized bed. They undressed her urgently, their hands exploring her bodies in blasphemously intimate ways and their hands soon followed by their hot tongues. Nadia could not resist their touch as they pushed her onto her back against Father's round belly and they lifted her legs. Esmerelda furiously licked and sucked at Nadia's throbbing cunt. Lubba got a wicked look on her face and moved lower. Nadia gasped as her sister's pink tongue invaded her ass.

  "Have you forgotten me, my daughter?" asked Father.

  Nadia turned her head and realized she was only a few inches from the swollen, purple post of Father's cock. Her hands seemed so small as she reached out and took hold of it. She could hardly think with her sisters lashing their tongues against her, sucking and probing her with their fingers, but she was able to twist her upper body and draw her face close to Father's cock. She inhaled the smell of it and felt the warmth beneath her palms. She looked up at him, still trying to convince herself that it was not real as she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth.

  "Oh, my lovely Nadchka, you are too good to me," cried Father. "I do not deserve such a sweet...ahhh...princess."

  Once begun, the act continued with awful gravity. Nadia hated herself and was repulsed by what she was doing, but she could not stop, nor could she deny how much more she desired. She slurped hungrily at Father's cock, at last rolling onto her knees to have at his fat wand more thoroughly. His belly jiggled as pleasure shook his body. He rested his hands on her head, but did not force her to do what her lust compelled.

  Her sisters were relentless at her ass and cunt. She felt her orgasm tightening as Esemerelda slid beneath Nadia's thighs and lashed Nadia's cunt and Lubba drooled into the crescent of Nadia's crack and pumped two fingers up her tender bottom.

  "MMmmmmmMMM!!!" Nadia cried as she came, unable to stop herself from sucking her father's swollen cock. The throbbing in her loins propelled her on top of her father. She straddled him and guided his cock to her tongue-lubed cunt. She lowered herself onto him and cried aloud, shaking with pleasure, as her father stretched her pinky pussy to its limit.

  "Ohhhh, you are tight as ever, my beloved daughter," groaned the King. He filled his hands with Nadia's breasts and began to push himself into her. She was already moving atop him, feeding his fat cock into her pussy, rolling her hips and riding his surging tool towards another orgasm.

  "Oh, sister, you move so elegantly," cried Lubba.

  Lubba and Esmerelda grappled alongside Nadia and their father, lashing each other with tongues and fingers while Nadia rode Father's massive meatpole.

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nbsp; "Yes," moaned Nadia. "Yes, fuck me! I need it!"

  "Does my cock make your quiver and quake?" asked Father, plucking her pink nipples between his fingers.

  "Yesssss!" gasped Nadia, her braids bouncing in time with her breasts. "I can feel every ridge. Every vein. Oh, Father! I cannot bear much more!"

  "Just...ahhh...a bit more..."

  Father roughly grabbed Nadia's firm ass. He helped to move her up and down his swollen cock. He seemed to grow inside her and twitch against her clit. Her orgasm was simmering at the edge of a boil. She fell forward against him, over his round belly and his hairy chest, her nipples rubbing against his rough hairs as she kissed him. It was a final, exquisite act of surrender to her lust. Father's beard pressed against her and his tongue invaded her mouth.

  He squeezed her ass tight and pounded his cock furiously and urgently into her aching cunt. They reached their peak in the same instant, crying out in pleasure into the heat of their kiss. Nadia's eyes closed tight and her cunt clutched Fahter's cock as it throbbed and spurted deep into her tender channel. She moved atop him as he thrust into her, their bodies colliding in a white-hot moment of orgasmic bliss. He emptied every drop of his hot seed into her milking cunt.

  When Nadia opened her eyes, she was back in the catacombs, straddling not her beloved father but the elder vampyr. She felt strange. Cold. She looked at her wrist, clutched against the vampyr's hideous mouth and she saw that it had been drinking her blood. She felt no pain. It pricked its finger and pushed the finger between her lips. Instinctively, she sucked and the sweetness of its blood, and the power of it, was dizzing.

  "Master," she moaned.

  "Yes, my child, and so much more," said the elder vampyr. "You drink a vintage three thousand years in the making. Do you feel its power?"

  "Yessssss!" cried Nadi, her lips stained with blood.

  "Revel in, for you are now a daughter of the night. My daughter."

  She stood, the vampyr's hard cock slipping from her cum-drenched slit, and she looked at Lord and Lady Grasu. The torches had been extinguished in the chamber and yet she saw them clear as day. Better than that. She could see the slow orange circulation of the blood within their undying bodies. She looked at her own hand and she could see it there as well.

  "You are one of us, sister," said Lady Grasu.

  "Magdalena," said Nadia. "And Vladimir."

  All three embraced their sire. The elder vampyr pulled them into his embrace, caressing and kissing each as Nadia accepted the pleasure of her new life.

  Epilogue

  "I'll out drink you! I'll out fight you! Don't make me fetch a knife and prove I can kill you!"

  It was on the last word that Yashir launched himself at Josev. The larger man was caught off guard by the sudden reversal and fell onto his back beside the bonfire. Dancers swirled out of the way, laughing at the two rough young men wrestling so close to the flames. Josev managed to get on top of Yashir. He reached for one of the fire-blackened logs and picked it up to bash Yashir over the head.

  "That's enough of that," said the dancing girl. "Both of you need to learn to share."

  She took the log from Josev and tossed it back into the bonfire. The two men, bloodied nad bruised, got up and brushed themselves off. They found that they could not look away from the beautiful woman they were trying to impress. She cocked her hips so that her scandalously low dress nearly slipped to the ground. A corset slimmed her and lifted the pale softness of her breasts into an inviting pile. But it was her eyes, piercing and clear in the night, that held them in place.

  "Doesn't one of you have a carriage?"

  "Mine," said Yashir. "But that boar cannot come. Besides, he is already married."

  The dancing girl slid her arms around Yashir's shoulders. She stretched out and slid her other arm around Josev's shoulders.

  "Now, now," cooed the woman, glancing from one man to the other. "I think I'm just hungry enough to have you both."

  In Yashir's carriage, stuffed with pearls and scrimshaw carvings, fine silks and spices from Shaddobar and the Wide Jungle, the two men soon learned just how hungry the beautiful dancer was. She knelt before them both, her hands stroking their cock as she moved between them, running her pink tongue over their cockheads and sucking them in turns.

  "What did you say your name was?" asked Yashir.

  "Mmmmm," replied the dancer around his cock. She popped her lips free. "You can call me Nadia."

  She dropped her mouth back down to his hard cock and resumed sucking. She worked their cocks until they were ready to spurt into her mouth and then she demanded they both have her at once. She urged the larger man onto his back and climbed atop him, guiding his cock into her slit. She looked over her shoulder at Yashir, whose face was red with jealousy.

  "In your ass?" wondered.

  She wet a finger in her lips, reached back, and slowly spread the moisture over her little pink hole while looking into his eyes. Josev had already grasped her hips and was beginning to make her bounce as he fucked into her. Yashir's cock rubbed against the moving target of her clenched hole. The moisture was just enough and as he pushed forward he skewered Nadia's tight ass on his cock.

  Both men took their furious pleasure with Nadia. Josev kissed her breasts and bounced her body on the hard length of his cock. Yashir worked his wood in and out of her spit-lubed ass. The two cock working in unison were incredible and Nadia threw her head back and cried out with pleasure. She squeezed both men with her inner muscles and, with such a beautiful woman, so eager to please them, neither could last long.

  Yashir came first, pumping his seed into Nadia's tight hole. His cum dripped out and Josev complained as semen spilled onto his cock. Though it might have disgusted him, it added lubrication to his strokes into Nadia's cunt. Only a few more and he was on the brink. As Yashir was pulling out, Josev was cumming, basting Nadia's inner walls with a hot wave of his sticky cum. Nadia pressed her breasts heavily into his face and let him pleasantly smother in her bosom while he spilled out every drop into her clutching cunt.

  "Oh, God of Travelers, who thought we'd find a beauty like you in the shadow of the Carpaths?" moaned Josev, stroking his last into Nadia's pussy.

  "Yes," she agreed. "It's almost as if I was waiting for your caravan to come along."

  The door to the carriage creaked open. Yashir, spent and panting on the floor, lifted his head to see who was intruding.

  He didn't have time to scream as Magdalena leaped atop him and began to drink his blood from a bite on his inner thigh. His objections disappeared into the haze of pleasure from being fed upon. His cock stiffened once again and she stroked it as she drank. It was her experience that just before the last drop was drained a man tended to cum. A hand would only help the matter along. It might even remind her to stop her feeding before he died.

  Nadia smiled at her sister.

  "Is he good?"

  "Mmmmmmm," said Magdalena, looking up and wanking Yashir more urgently.

  "No, please!" cried Josev. "I won't say anything, I have a wi---"

  "Wife?" said Nadia, silencing Josev with her gaze. "Yes, but no children, this is important. We don't like to leave orphans and Vladimir prefer to feed on women. Your wife will make a delicious meal."

  Josev whimpered with fear. Nadia hated that from a grown man.

  "Oh, don't be such a coward. I only jest. You'll all probably survive." She leaned her face down to his neck. She could feel his heart beating with the lightest touch of her lip. "Probably."

  He wailed in pain as her teeth knifed into his vein. A moment later, she began to suck and the pain was replaced with pleasure. As his cock grew hard inside her creamy pussy, Nadia continued to feed and began to move atop him, rocking her hips and squeezing his cock tightly.

  I am very hungry tonight, she thought. Perhaps I will have a woman myself. I'm sure there is someone sweet to dine on tonight.

  Book 8 - Orcs

  Princess Veronika Hertzog stared in disbelief as the last of
father's Junkers were pushed to their knees in defeat. The princess was fair-haired, beautiful, and seemingly frail as she crouched behind the wheels of the kreuz wagon. She had hardly eaten in the last three days and that hardly mattered to her. The unthinkable had come to pass.

  The orc warlord called Black Tooth had given Veronika's father one chance to surrender and he had refused. The battle had lasted for three days, a terrible slaughter that Veronika could not avoid witnessing as the perimeter around their besieged supply train shrunk by the hour. She had seen Junkers she knew well, heroes of the Kriegsrealm, fall in battle along with their entire retinues.

  Veronika had watched the cavalry collapse under orc spears and the cannons and musketeers run out of ammunition and battle the orcs with digging tools and hip knives. She had labored alongside the kreuz maidens trying to comfort the wounded, but the healing herbs were long exhausted and there was nothing she could do but stroke their heads as they succumbed to their wounds.

  Finally, the supply train and a handful of warriors and Junkers were all that remained. The warriors were at the point of total exhaustion. The civilians were terrified of the orcs. Father, Veronika suspected, had wished to die in battle. But that was not his luck.

  He knelt in the body-strewn field along with his surviving men. The massive, green-skinned orcs stood silently as their leader approached across the battlefield.

  Black Tooth was a giant among giants. A head taller than the banner carries that marched beside him. He was twice as wide across his shoulders as any Junker in full armor and he stood half again as tall as a man. His head was terrible, with tusks that jutted up from his lower lip and dark green scars stitched across his cheeks and brow. He carried a long-handled axe in one hand, too big for a man to wield, and he wore a coat of patchwork mail festooned with trophies and charms.

  "Stand, man king!" roared Black Tooth.

  Veronika shook from the sound of his voice. She was huddled with the kreuz maidens of the hospital wagons. Her father had told her to shelter among these women in the faint hope the orcs might respect the neutrality of the kreuz. Despite all the tales of orc savagery, the brutes had so far left the civilians alone.