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

by Amanda Clover

  “Let me go!” she cried.

  She arched her back, but could not escape either the hands pinning her wrists or the hand between her thighs, mercilessly rubbing at her virgin sex. She flopped back down to the wooden platform, her pale mounds bouncing with the impact.

  “Such pretty human.” He slid his hand from between her thighs. “I give you want you need human. Weak human blood needs strong orc blood.”

  He took hold of her torn dress and begin ripping away her skirt and shredding the last of her bodice. He laughed as she kicked and fought against him.

  “Noooo!” she wailed.

  Jenny tried not to look at the brute, but that was even worse. Deprived of the sight of Torvar, her mind went inexorably to the entries on orcs she had read in her bestiaries. She recalled descriptions of their aggression, their powerful bodies, their enormous genitalia, and their virility. Many of the orc tribes and clans raided human settlements for slaves and breeded by force with their human captives. It was written in one of the bestiaries that a woman, once taken by an orc’s huge cock, was no longer able to enjoy the affections of a human man.

  She tried to keep her mind on the academic study of an orc, but Torvar’s damned fingers found their way back to her quim. There was no clothing between her most tender flesh and the orc’s rough fingers. He rubbed at her dewy folds and she moaned with agonizing pleasure at the sensation of his callused fingertips against the bud of her pleasure. His laughter mocked her. He leaned his big face down to her chest and ran the glistening pink of his tongue over her mounds, between them, and flicked it against her nipples.

  “S-stop that,” she gasped. “Don’t… don’t put it in your mouth… oh gods!”

  Suction from his mouth pulled her breast and lifted it. The warmth and wetness of his mouth soaked over her nipple. His fingers pinched at her swollen pussy. With a pop of suction releasing, her breast dropped back into place. He laughed and immediately sought her other breast with his tongue, with his hot breath and sucking mouth.

  Pleasure began to erode the princess’s castle of fear and chastity. She fought back the urge to moan and rock her hips as Torvar’s fingers rubbed maddening circles on her clitoris. He sucked at her plump breasts without pause, further weakening her defenses. When the orc at last released his grip on her hand, she did not begin hitting him or even attempt to push him away. Her hands fell upon his huge back and she cradled him lightly against her naked body.

  The orc drew his hand from between her thighs and held up his glistening fingers. He sniffed at the liquid and tasted it lightly with his tongue.

  “You fresh,” he said. “You ready to be bred. Good time.”

  “What?” New fear surged through her. “No! You can’t!”

  His weight lifted from her as he knelt to unbuckle his belt and draw down his ragged trousers. She scrambled back to the very edge of the creaking platform. A cool gust of air blew over the soft golden down of her quim and stroked the heat of her bare pussy. She shivered and drew her knees up to her chest, but she could not look away as the orc drew down his trousers and exposed his manhood.

  A tuft of dark green hair sprouted above the root of the orc’s immense cock. The gray-green flesh of his member was a touch paler than that of the rest of his body. The fat cap was tinged pink that showed most prominently at the curved ridge of his bell. His length was that of the princess’s forearm and his cock was as wide as her wrist at the base, tapering slightly up until the swell of his tip which almost matched the base.

  Torvar knew he was being watched and he grinned at the attention, showing off his tusks. The orc crawled towards the princess, reached out one hand to grab her ankle, and he dragged her towards him.

  “Ah! Hey!” She cried out as the rough planks rubbed at her bare bottom.

  Torvar spread her legs and moved between them. His huge cock bounced against her thigh and she gasped. He pulled her even closer and his cock loomed over her abdomen, as intimidating as a raised sword. It will nearly reach up to my lungs if he puts that thing inside me, she thought.

  “Don’t do this,” she said, knowing her words were futile.

  “No turn back now,” said Torvar. He reached down and roughly squeezed her left breast and pinched her nipple. His other hand took hold of his cock and he began to stroke it slowly. She watched as a droplet of clear liquid rose to the tip of glans. “It is time to be bred by strong orc.”

  Princess Jenevienne Dormer had always dreaded this moment, although she had never imagined it would be an orc that claimed her. Time seemed to slow down. She could see the bunching of loose skin as Torvar worked his hand on his enormous cock. His huge bollocks swayed slightly beneath his root. Though it was crisp and cold, a drop of sweat spilled from his cheek. He pressed the pink-edged head of his cock to her entrance, parting her delicate folds and pressing, gods, pressing into her.

  She had lost her maidenhead riding horses, but her channel was truly virgin, not even a finger had pressed deeper than the first knuckle. Marta, her bawdiest handmaiden, had advised Jenny on how a girl might touch her clitoris for pleasure. Jenny had done this in her baths at times, enjoying the pulses of pleasure that radiated through her body, but the dirty raven-haired Jamari girl had also showed her wooden and even glass implements that resembled the phalluses of men and beasts. Marta offered to help the princess try them, but Jenny had refused, and so her young channel was as tight and soft as could be when the orc’s huge cock rammed into her.

  “AAhhhhhhhh!” she screamed in agony, the sound setting loose birds slumbering in nearby trees.

  Torvar clamped his hand over her mouth as he stroked back and thrust in again. She screamed into his hand. Tears spilled from her eyes. It felt as if he was pushing his wooden cudgel into her quim. Even as her body’s lubrication spread over his cock, there was still a great discomfort. It was a stretched soreness and a strange pressure inside her channel that seemed as if the orc’s massive member was prodding at her kidney or some other sensitive organ.

  “Gods, you human so tight,” he grunted. “So pretty and soft, so tight.”

  “Mmmmmmm,” she cried into his covering hand, tears dropping down from her eyes and falling against her ears.

  What the orc was doing was a violation, but the orc was not violent. He worked his cock slowly in and out, his powerful body poised to ram it deep, but he never slammed his cock in to the hilt. The weight of his bollocks swung against Jenny’s anus with each thrust. Her stretch pussy yielded to him, swallowed his cock and lubricated with the honey that seemed to flow endlessly from within her body. Pleasure began to rise, stroke by stroke, pushing back on the stretched pain of her defloration.

  “You like,” chuckled Torvar. “I feel your body squeeze.”

  He uncovered her mouth. She bit her lower lip to stifle another scream and shook her head from side to side, refusing to admit to the brutish orc that she was beginning to enjoy his cock.

  Torvar’s weight pressed down on her hips. His hands and thumbs framed her plump breasts as he squeezed them both at the same time. With each stroke, the orc’s might cock plunged deep into the princess’s pussy. Each time he drew back, it felt as if his stretching length of cockmeat might turn her clutching quim inside out.

  It did not happen. Instead, his thrusts grew more powerful, shaking her and the whole platform beneath him. His cock slipped in and out of her pussy. The head battered at the entrance to her womb and his heavy bollocks drew up against the underside of his shaft. His growl of pleasure bared his jagged teeth and his tusks. The musky scent of sex filled her nostrils, as new as the act itself to the innocent young princess.

  “Oh, gods,” gasped Jenny, finally unable to hold back her voice. “It’s so big!”

  “Yes, it big,” agreed Torvar. “Big for… hnnnnn… tight human pussy. I give you, hnnn, give you much seed to plant in womb.”

  She whimpered, utterly defeated by the orc’s strength and the pleasure his relentless cock was driving into her fluttering pussy. So
this was it, this was what all those naughty books her mother kept were about. What Marta wanted her to experience with those carved cocks. The simple, animal pleasure of it was intoxicating.

  “Fuck me,” moaned Jenny and she wrapped her long legs around Torvar.

  “As you say, princess,” growled the orc and he pounded her pussy with the raw desire of his simple mind.

  To him, she thought, I am a receptacle for his pleasure. Or a warm body to receive his vengeance against my kind. And what is he to me? Oh, that cock. So good.

  “It’s so good!” cried Jenny.

  “Yes! Yes, orc cock will breed you!”

  He lifted her into his arms as easily as if she were a doll. His huge hands cupped her ass. He pressed her up and down onto his cock. Her pussy squelched around him and her nectar dripped down his shaft as she bounced atop him. She threw her arms around his huge neck and held tight, her breasts wildly heaving as he fucked her faster and faster and faster.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her full lips were shaped into an “O” by the short cries of pleasure that seemed to bounce from inside her with each ride up and down on Torvar’s massive pillar.

  The pleasure burst within her like a dam. She was shocked by the force of sudden contractions in her deflowered quim, her anus, and deeper in her tummy. It felt as if her whole body was squeezing against Torvar’s cock and all she could do was hang on for the ride. His deep laughter resonated in her chest. She arched her back and rocked her hips, feeding his cock as deep as she could, gasping for breath as her body succumbed to the throbbing pulses of her orgasmic ecstasy.

  “Wait until I bend you over like slave girl,” he growled. “Then you know the power of orcs.”

  “Yessss!” cried Jenny, unable to even conceive of refusing him.

  As her orgasm receded, the mighty orc lifted her and turned her over onto her hands and knees without even withdrawing his cock. He took hold of her hips and pounded hard into her tight teenage sex. The new angle pressed at new pleasure points in her depths. Her breasts swung beneath her with every loud impact of his hips against her firm bottom.

  The orc grunted with each thrust of his hips and his hands tightened on Jenny’s waist. His cock seemed to swell inside her. She wondered if that was normal, if it should seem as hard as stone, but she was too breathless with pleasure to speak a single word. She let her golden hair fall in her face and rode back against the orc’s cock. Her contribution to their coupling was minimal considering the animal ferocity of his lust.

  “Take my seed!” he roared.

  “Gods!” she managed to gasp as she felt the powerful pump of his cock against her stuffed walls.

  It is happening, she realized. This brute is spilling his seed inside me. He is breeding me as surely as that creature in the cave had bred that poor gamekeeper. Will I go mad with lust? Will I become his slave?

  The molten pleasure of his spurting thrusts drew her mind out of any rational thoughts.

  “Your blood joined with mine!” roared the orc as he clearly savored her insemination. “The King’s, hnnnn, pretty thing. Mine!”

  Torvar’s massive member jerked repeatedly inside her as he drove it to the hilt into her tight, clutching pussy. Heat and pressure built inside her.

  Torvar’s strokes slowed, but did not lessen in force. Each stroke slapped against her backside and the piston of his cock sloshed wetly into her flooded quim. The wetness dripped down her thighs and spilled onto the platform between her knees in long, silky strands.

  The brutish orc slowed his thrusts to a near stop. Sweat dripped onto Jenny’s back as the orc tenderly caressed her bottom and hips.

  “So beautiful,” he rasped, still catching his breath. “Even prettier, full of orc seed.”

  Torvar slid is slowly softening cock out of the princess’s flooded quim and allowed her to fall forward, her backside left raised behind her. She felt his seed draining out of her. There was so much of it and she felt strangely stretched by the orc cock. She wondered whether her passage could return to normal or if, as her bestiaries had claimed, she would be forever ruined for a human man’s affections.

  “Yes, even prettier sight.” He smacked her ass and sat down beside her.

  She fought to catch her breath and tried to come to terms with what had happened. The orc beside her was preoccupied with searching her pack for anything valuable. He tossed her sketchbook and charcoals aside, nearly over the edge of the platform, and pulled out the biscuits and the apple she had packed. The biscuits, wrapped in a cloth, were mostly broken to crumbs.

  Any notion Jenny held that this beast might behave like a man now that he was satisfied was quickly dispelled. The orc tipped the cloth over his open mouth and poured them out onto his fat tongue. He ate the apple too and did not offer her a bite. He did, at least, offer her some of the water from her own skin. She swallowed what he had left for her and sat back, pulling her knees against her breasts as the orc’s seed continued to drain out of her quim.

  “Do not look sad,” he said and he obscenely fondled his cock. “I will give it to you again soon enough.”

  The wind stirred the page’s of the princess’s sketchbook. She picked it up and gathered her charcoals. Seeing the half-finished entry on “Gargamuth.” Her sketch seemed so childish after the harsh reality of being fucked by the orc. The sketch and the writing did focus her mind back on her original task. She sheltered in the clarity of that simple purpose.

  She smoothed the page and cleared her throat. Torvar watch her with amused curiosity. She picked up a charcoal and looked the orc in his beady eyes.

  “Tell me what you know about this creature,” she said, her voice stronger than it had been in hours. “You called it the ‘Father of Snakes.’ How do you know to call it that?”

  The orc’s giggle was incongruous with his huge size and deep voice. He laughed as if she were a performing jester. She scowled at him, covering her breasts with the sketch pad as she waited for him to stop laughing.

  “I tell,” he finally said, holding up a hand to placate her. “What does it matter? Gargamuth is name of old thing. He sleeping, they say. He older than even orcs, old shaman say. Father of Snakes called by some. Mother of Snakes called by others.”

  “Your orc shaman told you about him?”

  Torvar nodded.

  “As whelp. I think story is only to scare me away from dark woods.” The weight of recent events seemed to suddenly weigh on the orc. “Not story. Lost friends.”

  “There were other orcs with you?”

  “Humans,” said Torvar. “You call them bad men. Criminals, bandits, but they accept Torvar. I hunt with them and take pelts. Now… all gone.”

  The princess was surprised at the sudden surge of sympathy she felt for the orc that had molested her and claimed her virginity. She was reminded that the great brute had also saved her life from this creature.

  “So this creature attacked your group of poachers?”

  “Mmmmm,” grumbled the orc and Jenny took it as agreement.

  “Tell me how,” she said.

  “Trickery and strength,” said the orc. “It lured Oggo and Verm with the shape of woman. It… sucked them dry. I saw do this to Verm. Jorlan and Jakk and I attacked. The snakes… pulled them apart. Devoured them…”

  The big orc looked at her with a flash of sudden anger.

  “It can take the shape of a woman?”

  “Not really,” said the orc. “It fools those who want to be fooled. No more question.”

  “I wanted to ask you about its sounds and—“

  Torvar snatched the sketch pad from her hands and tossed it by her pack. He grabbed her wrists, one in each of his huge hands, and he pushed her arms away from her ample breasts. They heaved as he exposed them, her puffy peach nipples stiffening under his scrutiny.

  “No more remember,” said the orc. “I forget now. With you.”

  He had done so many things to her already, but his kiss came as a total shock. His lips were shaped by his t
usks. His tongue pushed between them and forced its way into her mouth. His taste was strange and unpleasant and his hot, slippery tongue reminded her of the touch of those tentacles grabbing her in the stream outside Gargamuth’s lair. The orc did not care about her discomfort. He pushed her back, hungrily kissed her as his muscular chest squashed her breasts.

  She was still sore from being claimed by him. She did not want to rut again with this brute with his seed still slick on her quim. She fought her hands loose and pushed at his shoulders. He lifted his mouth from the kiss.

  “What?” he growled.

  She fumbled for something else. Some way to prevent this from happening. Her mind returned to her mother’s lurid novels with their decadent salons and eager courtesans bursting their bodices. The mouth of a woman was a frequent sheath for a man’s cock in such tales. The thought of doing this for the orc was disgusting to the princess, but not as terrifying as having her sore little quim stretched all over again.

  It was the feel of her nipples rubbing against his chest that gave her an even better idea. Something she had read about in her mother’s filthiest novel, The Cheeky Chambermaid’s Lover.

  “Let me… let me do something for you,” said the princess. “I can please you.”

  “You virgin,” laughed the orc. “I know how to do it.”

  He began to push her onto her back, but she fought him again.

  “With my breasts,” she gasped. “Soft and warm, around your cock. My tongue flicking at your tip. You can spill your seed into my… into my mouth… if you’d like.”

  Even being naked and fondled did not redden her face like speaking such lewd words. She blushed a deep shade of crimson as she made her offer. The orc began to laugh, but he nodded his head and relented from his amorous attack.

  “Do good job,” he said, sitting back and spreading his muscular legs. “Or I fuck you now anyway.”