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

by Amanda Clover

  He shoved Brittany into the hot darkness of the tent and closed the flap behind them. It smelled strongly of unwashed sex. Reemek's hands immediately slid around Brittany's body, moving from the smoothness of her belly to the heavy roundness of her breasts. She moaned as he lifted and fondled her tits from behind.

  Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the tent and she saw her handmaid, Tessa, on her knees before a rough wooden bench. Several orcs sat on the bench, leaned back and relaxing, speaking to one another in their guttural language as Tessa and another girl, a petite brunette, bobbed their mouths and worked their hands on the cocks of the orcs.

  Tessa looked up and lifted her head. Spit trailed from her lower lip to the bulging cock of a fat orc. There was no recognition of the princess in her dull eyes. Brittany realized that in less than a day, the orcs had broken Tessa's mind. The fat orc the handmaid was servicing reached down and dragged her mouth back onto his cock.

  "She is good slave," said Reemek. "She take many cocks at same time. You will learn too."

  Reemek pushed the dazed princess towards a straw mattress. She stumbled and fell forward into the ragged nest of soiled bedding. Reemek followed her, savagely rolling her onto her back, fondling her breasts and mopping his tongue across her nipples. She gasped as his lips closed around one fat, pink nub. He sucked her breasts hard and thrust his hand between her thighs.

  She was so focused on the sensations Reemek was inflicting upon her trembling body that she did not notice the other orcs gathering until they stood in a circle around the mattress. Some were the gray fen orcs like Reemek and Blood Hammer. A few were the stouter plains orcs with their round bellies and porcine snouts. Some held their cocks in their hands already. Others undressed hurriedly and began to wank their fat cocks.

  "It's...it's too many," moaned Brittany.

  The orcs burst out laughing. Reemek lifted his drooling mouth from her sore nipples.

  "Better all at once, princess. The more you satisfy at once, the sooner you sleep."

  Reemek pushed her legs up and unceremoniously thrust his cock into her aching cunt. She was still slick with Blood Hammer's juices and Reemek's comparatively slender cock slipped inside her creamed slit with an obscene slosh. She gasped and an orc cock was in her face. She could not explain why, but she turned to the potbellied green plains orc and wrapped her lips around his hardness. The hot, unwashed flesh filled her mouth and she sucked, looking up at him as her body began to shake with Reemek's thrusts.

  The ring of orcs around her tightened. They stroked and shuffled for position. She reached out and wrapped her hand around two more cocks, taking Reemek's words to heart as she sucked, stroked and fucked all at once. The orcs did most of the work for her. When her attention flagged, they thrust their cocks into her fists or her mouth.

  Soon, she heard a grunt and the first orc cock exploded, raining cum down on her breasts. She was already beginning to sweat in the heat of the tent. The heavy splatter of orc ball cream only added to her hotness. It was like a fever dream and she offered her body to the panting, grunting brutes on every side. Reemek unloaded into her aching cunt and she climaxed around him, her inner muscles squeezing and milking out every thick drop of his load.

  She tasted a heavy stream of orc cum gushing past her tongue and she swallowed what she could. Long strands of it dropped from her chin onto her breasts and her mouth was soon filled by another cock. They lifted her up and forced her to straddle another orc lying on his back. Another orc squatted behind her and she wailed around the cock in her mouth as he thrust roughly into her cum-slicked ass.

  Pain and shame receded, but unlike Tessa, the princess did not lose her identity in the obscene wrestling for her flesh. She could not exactly revel in what was happening, but at the same time she did not allow herself to be humiliated.

  She did not fight each orgasm as it grew and blossomed like a flower from within her. She did not complain or whimper, she eagerly bobbed her head and sucked their sweaty bollocks and cried out with pleasure as a goblin drilled its beastly tongue up her ass.

  "Yes! Yessss! Yes!" she cried again and again, her breasts shuddering and her muscles working as she thrust back against every orc that took his place at her pussy or ass. Her cries of pleasure only ceased when she was eagerly sucking at another cock. Her holes dripped with churned orc spunk. Her belly was heavy with their broth.

  Mother always believed in a destiny. When Brittany complained about her suitors or about her schooling, mother promised Brittany that every princess was born to a role. She just had to find it out.

  Brittany smile, her belly full of orc seed, her loins dripping with their obscene filth. She smiled, because she had found her role.

  She was born to be a pleasure slave for monsters.

  Epilogue

  The orc called Sibbik was of the clans from the distant south who make their nomadic living near the sandy sea of Shaddobar. His body was lean and his skin was a tan-brown mottled almost to black around the neck and eyes. He was weary and covered in the grime of battle. Madreg's war was growing long and still the human capital in the north, Tarol, was holding strong. The desert orcs had been brought in to reinforce the fen orcs and the plains and mountain orcs.

  Sibbik's war party had nearly been wiped out in the fighting and the orc had been sent to the camp of the gray orcs to relax and recover from his wounds. He did not care about the minor injuries and his clansmen perished because they were weak. Sibbik had one desire: cunt. Human cunt. He had seen human slaves, but had yet to sample one. But the fen orcs kept a brothel in their camp and he had earned the right to use it.

  He took a wooden chit from a bucket tended by a goblin. He waited in line and handed the red-painted piece of wood over to another goblin waiting outside a tent. The little beast dropped the chit into a pouch and opened the tent for Sibbik.

  "You lucky," said the goblin. "You get princess."

  Sibbik did not know what the goblin meant. The rangy orc stepped into the swampy darkness of the tent. The grunts of other orcs and the sharp musk of sex filled the air. He found his way through the rutting pairs and trios and arrived at a human without a partner.

  The woman's voluptuous body sprawled, shockingly pale, atop a bed of furs. She fanned herself with a spirin leaf and looked up at Sibbik, her eyes heavy with lust. Her dark hair was beaded in the fashion of the fen orc females and her nose pierced with a ring of brass. There were bruises and scrapes on her naked body, but nothing that deterred Sibbik's lust.

  His cock was stiff from the fantasy of rutting with a human and the reality of this woman only hardened his cock more. She was comely, with soft, pale features and full lips. Her breasts were enormous and veined, her nipples swollen and dripping with mother's milk. Her midsection was thick with dwindling fat. She had recently given birth to a litter.

  The human put the fan leaf down beside her furs and sat up on her knees, her huge breasts shifting and her thighs apart to show him her shorn cunt.

  "How may I serve you, my master," she said.

  "You princess?" asked SIbbik.

  "That is what some call me. I was a princess before I was brought here." She crawled towards him on her hands and knees, her big, onion-round ass rising and falling as she came closer. "Now I pleasure all who ask. I enjoy being a pleasure slave."

  The thought of a princess becoming a wanton camp whore for the orcs was almost too much for SIbbik to stand. He unwound his leathers and took his spade tipped cock in his fist.

  "Princess," he said, enjoying the sound of the word. "I fuck human princess in ass."

  "Of course, master," she said, turning and lowering her head and breasts to the furs. She reached back and spread her ass wide with one hand, exposing the raw pucker of her anus. "A rough assfucking is what I deserve."

  Sibbik spit onto her ass and slammed his cock into her clenching wrinkle. The intense heat and tightness of her ass swallowed his length in a stroke. She wailed with lust, a devoted pleasure slave, and the orc
knew in that moment that Madreg and his army of monsters would triumph in the north.

  Book 15 - Goblin Slavers

  "They say Helena di Quista was married to a fat goblin king to seal an alliance with the goblins of Arboras." Princess Lorica Yeownsberg looked at her handmaidens, Jassi and Felecia. "It was the only way to save the castle at Green Peak from Kornasi barbarians. The princess went to live with the goblin king and gave birth to many goblin children. And the goblins and di Quista family have been allies ever since."

  "She had sex with a goblin." Jassi, ran her hands absently over her generous bosom. The young, plump handmaiden shook dark ringlets of hair from her face. "She couldn't possibly. And they had babies?"

  "Many," said Lorica.

  "I'm sorry, my lady, but I cannot believe you." Slender and comely, redheaded Felecia shook her head. "I heard the goblins were paid in gold for their loyalty."

  "Perhaps paid a dowry!" said Lorica. "You will see when we arrive at the castle for the king's party. I've heard goblins regularly attend banquets there and are treated as almost human."

  "I've never even seen a goblin," said Jassi. "I wonder if their cocks are as big as a human."

  "What would you know about cocks?" asked Lorica, raising an eyebrow.

  Jassi reddened and began giggling. Felecia seemed about to say something else when the carriage in which they were riding jerked to a sudden stop. Hoarse shouting startled the princess and her companions.

  They peered through the curtains to try to see what was happening. The dark trees of the Arboras closed in around the old road. It was one of the lesser used trade routes through the ancient wood, since the Yeownsberg castle and other merchants of Tullia did not do much trade with the castle at Green Peak.

  Lorica saw sudden motion. Polished steel flashed and there was a flutter of an ocean blue cape embroidered with the Yeownsberg eagle. Bright red blood suddenly splashed across the window and the girls screamed and recoiled. Something thumped repeatedly into the carriage and there came several screams and shouts all around them.

  "It will be alright," said Lorica. "I'm sure the men will drive off any bandits who might--"

  The door to the carriage was flung open and Taggert, the vice-commander of the guard detachment, threw himself into the carriage. He pulled the door shut behind him and there were several more thumps.

  "What is it, Taggert?" cried Lorica.

  "Oh, you're wounded," said Jassi, touching the blood that spilled through the armor on his forearm.

  "Goblins, my lady," he said. He offered no more answer as he turned and looked out through the window. Gloom gathered around the carriage as the lanterns were being snuffed out one by one. Tagggert drew a short sword from his belt and prepared to defend the carriage, or perhaps his life, now that the two were linked.

  "It will be alright," Lorica repeated, her voice cracking with fear.

  "It won't be alright at all," said Felecia. "We'll be killed."

  "No," said Taggert, still looking out the window. "I'll be killed, the three of you will be taken as slaves."

  "Slaves!" cried Jassi, clutching her hands to her chest. "Oh, please, what will we do as slaves?"

  Taggert turned to answer her and there was a crack of glass breaking. Taggert fell forward into the carriage at their feet, the shaft of an arrow sticking up from the back of his neck. All three women began to scream. The door to the carriage was torn open again and long-fingered gray hands with black nails reached in and pulled them out. They were thrown into the mud, screaming and hysterical with fear.

  Lorica managed to gather enough of her wits to look up at their attackers. There were a number of goblins standing around them. She had only ever seen a goblin in a cage and it was a wood goblin with green skin and yellow eyes. It had been a runt, even for a goblin, at three feet tall.

  These creatures had gray skin painted with war paint and stood at least four feet in height. Their eyes were red in their long-nosed faces and smaller versions of orc-like tusks stuck up from their jaws. Their arms and legs were very long in proportion to their size and their limbs were thin and muscular. Most of them had already picked up steel weapons from the fallen guardsmen who lay dead in the road. A few held crude bows or hooked spears. They wore hide boots and rough-spun vests decorated with animal bones, feathers and beads.

  "Noose them," said the largest of the group, using the common tongue.

  "Wait--"

  Lorica's objection was cut off by a thin rope attached to a pole tightening around her neck. Jassi and Felecia were similarly caught by the nooses on the ends of poles and they were forced to their feet by the goblins.

  "Look at the milk givers on dark hair," said one of the goblins and hands reached in and squeezed Jassi's breasts. Another tore open her bodice partially, exposing more of her heaving breasts and making her squeal in terror.

  "Red hair and golden hair pretty too," said another. Lorica moaned as hands caressed her body through her extravagant gown.

  "Fool," snarled the goblin leader. "No touch. These princesses. Now we got three princesses. Good, good coin for auction."

  "My family will pay handsomely for--"

  Lorica was again silenced by a tightening of the rope around her throat. The goblins laughed at her suffering and shoved her down onto her knees in the mud. She wanted to scream as another goblin hopped in front of her, opening its filthy loincloth and waggling the gray appendage of its cock in her face.

  "Enough!" The goblin leader pulled Lorica to her feet. "We take them to marsh. Boss Iron Head know what to do."

  The indignity of the pawing goblin hands came to an end, but it was small comfort to Lorica and her companions as they were marched off the road and into the deep, dark woods. Soon they left even this behind, wading to their shins in a warm, muddy marsh. If they slowed or stumbled, their captors yanked them roughly with the nooses.

  The goblins were mostly quiet. Lorica counted fourteen of them in total and they all deferred to the largest goblin. They called him "Spide" and listened to his commands obediently. The sounds of insects and the warmth of the marsh surrounded them. Lorica could feel awful things squirming on her legs under the murky water.

  At last, they arrived on a patch of spongy land above the waterline. Lorica was not sure how long they had been marching. She was thoroughly exhausted and there were terrible bug bites all over her exposed flesh. Her skirt stank of the swamp and mud had splashed all the way up to her bodice and onto her pert, jiggling breasts.

  A small encampment occupied the island within the marsh. Some horrible swamp beast was roasting on a large fire pit. Several crude tents made from animals hides surrounded the pit as well as three cages made from green awais reeds as big around as Lorica's wrist. These reeds were bowed to form the structure of the cage and wedded together by carving notches. Two of the cages were full of what seemed to be humans. The third cage stood empty.

  "You wait for boss," said Spide.

  With a motion, Lorica, Jassi and Felecia were shoved into the empty cage. It was not tall enough to stand. Jassi fell to her knees in exhaustion. Felecia and Lorica clung to the bent reeds and remained on their feet and hunched over.

  "We're going to die," sobbed Jassi.

  "They think we are all princesses. They won't kill us." Felecia rubbed at the red skin on her throat. "Not until they have a ransom."

  "The important thing is that we do not resist them," said Lorica. "Whatever they say, we do. It is our only way to survive now."

  "Y-yes," said Jassi. "Right. Whatever they say."

  Felecia was not in agreement. She seemed surprised, almost angry to hear Lorica saying that.

  "What if they demand your chastity?" The redheaded young woman asked. "You will just offer it up to them?"

  "Of course not," whispered Lorica. "I will do only what I must. But if that is what I must do to survive."

  "You would fuck a goblin." Felecia's words were a statement, not a question, and her lips curled back in disgust. "I c
ould never do that. It is not pride, my lady, but I am a human and they are beasts. It is... blasphemy."

  Lorica frowned. Felecia always was a bit too pious for her own good. She hoped the young woman's devotion to principle would not cost Felecia her life.

  Waiting for the goblins to return was a misery. Fortunately or not, Lorica was not kept waiting long. The largest of the tent flaps opened and light and laughter spilled out into the encampment. Several goblins walked out from the tent and approached the cage. Lorica recognized the one called Spide.

  The goblin next to him was a bit shorter, but stouter, with a small potbelly and more muscular arms. His vest was lined with white fur and his totems were more elaborate. The most distinguishing feature was the strange silver color to the goblin's head. Lorica realized after a moment that the creature's skull had been replaced or perhaps plated in metal. This was certainly Boss Iron Head.

  The boss wet his thin lips and walked over to inspect the new slaves. Lorica trembled alongside Jassi. Felecia defiantly stared back at the goblin.

  "Open the cage," said Iron Head in clear common. "Show me the princesses."

  "I am the only princess here," Lorica blurted. "Take me. Leave them in peace."

  Lorica's words were a gamble. She hoped to spare Felecia and Jassi her fate.

  Spide and the other goblin slave hunters yanked Lorica and her servants out of the cage and tossed them on the spongy earth at the feet of the goblin boss. To Lorica's surprise, Iron Head offered her a hand up. She stood and felt strange looking down at the otherwise imposing goblin warlord. Iron Head was evidently so confident that he did not mind the woman standing several hands taller than him. He continued to hold her hand.

  "Tell me your name, princess." Ironhead's eyes were not pure red as Lorica had thought at first. Veins of orange and gold formed a starburst around his tiny black pupils. She could not look away from his intense gaze.

  "Lorica of the Yeownsbergs. I am eldest daughter of King Orden Yeownsberg and Uressa Yeownsberg. My family has sat the throne of Tullia for fifteen generations. Since the war of parceling."