Thread: Princess Park

From the Employment Application of April I would like to be Princess Japonaise because it is such a beautiful country, I want to go there when I grow up. It is the best part of the park, especially the Throne of Tranquility and its lovely rock garden with the Japonaise prince statues. They are so cute, I just want to hug them and stroke them... Handwritten Note, from Employment Advisor The girl is dumb as a rock but a looker, hire her. Maybe we can hit her up in the cast room later to come to one of our special parties. Long fingers, and longer nails reached out to slash at David. Leaping back from the throne she stood up, her body jerking like the Matron's did, as if watching a film and parts were missing. The mouth opened with a loud hiss, like a tea kettle that was about to whistle. The blank eyes looked in his direction as she swiped one hand then another at him, wheeling back with his arms he tried to knock her arms aside. Striking one it was like a rock, his arm hurt, she hissed louder from the black mouth, and her arm came unabated. David fell backwards over one of the rocks, landing hard on the backpack. Feeling something inside jutting into his side, the back of his head barely touching the gravel as the pack broke his fall. She stepped over him, the dress splitting up the sides as she crouched over him, heels grating in the gravel as she sat on him her ass over his hips the body light but as he reached up to her arms felt that strength again. Her mouth came lower, snapping and hissing at him, the rustle of the silk dress as it twisted with her body, the black teeth clicking closer and closer as she bent down awkwardly towards him. The ribbons from her hair reaching around and grabbing his arms. A whip of her head and two tails of hair came snaked out from the white caps of hair, the ribbons and hair wrapping around David's arms. Digging tightly into his flesh, squeezing his arms and pushing them down. Get off me you bitch! Pushing his hips up, his groin pushing into her soft, small ass that pushed her up and off of him. Sliding to the side the hair and ribbons wrapped tighter, pulling his arms to the sides and turning the grip was strong but there was no solidity behind it. Moving backwards the ribbons and hair extended and followed him more than was normal. On her hands and knees Princess Japonaise looked up at him, the dress ripped more to show all of her thighs, almost seeing the cup of her ass where the dress pulled away. Directed to the sight of it, much like the Matron's bare breast, David stepped away as the Princess stood, her furrowed brow looking angry, drawn eyebrows at an awkward angle. A hiss and she was in the air flying at him with nails reaching out, knocking him to the ground. With the breath knocked out of him David barely got his hands around her wrists, sliding them aside where they sank into the ground. A shower of gravel washed over his face as he felt the arms pull back, weightless but strong. A loud hiss sprayed him from the black, gaping mouth. Teeth clacking together to bite his face, the body shaking and running over him. The sound of cloth ripping as the dress came apart on the sides, her thighs around his hips as she reared back, the hand raised to strike him as her thighs clamped close. It felt to David as if his bones were being crushed, reaching out he pushed her back, his hand closing over a small breast and ripping the dress on the front. Thighs crushed him again, the Princess looked down on him, almost laughing as she wrapped her fingers around his throat and began to squeeze. Squirming under her David felt himself get hard, as her thighs were over his, her pussy rubbing over his cock that swelled under her motions. The laugh became more pronounced as she squeezed harder, losing his breath. Fingers clamped on his throat, the other gestured erratically around them. David put both hands on her wrist, but he could not pull her hand away. Chim, chim..chimney, a familiar voice came to his ears. Over the Princess' shoulder he saw the Matron. Standing straight and still, floating in the air, like some kind of puppet. Moving around on the tip of a giant invisible finger. Arm out and holding the tea tray with pot and cup. Chim, chim...hey, it's my cock! The voice sounded normal though she was colorless, the face and eyes as when he first met her, blank and white. David struggled under the princess, her heard thrown back, the twisted lengths of hair and ribbons rippling in the air behind her head. Can't...breathe, he squeaked as the Matron floated down and landed next to them. Blank eyes and face shifting to more tanned flesh as the Matron turned her head, hair flying, as she looked down at them. On top of him a musty scent wafted to his nostrils, coughing from the smell and being choked David felt the burning in his lungs as he gulped for air. She's hot for you dude, the Matron moved her hip at a jaunty angle. On the tray an expert hand poured a cup of tea and turned to them, the dark eyes mischievous but alive. Of course she hasn't seen a cock since, probably, oh maybe that night. So of course, young man, young woman, then with a gesture of hips moving back and forth. Making sounds like squeaking the Matron leaned down as David felt his vision go dark on the edges. His chest tight with no air and the feeling of a vise around his throat. Princess, the Matron yelled at the Princess who turned, the ribbons flailing, tea time. The cup held before the Princess, the voice and cup held teasingly before the face, the nose lifting and sniffing. The hiss and laughed faded as the Princess stood, releasing his throat as the hands grasped the cup and the sound of licking and sucking came. There you go, you stupid cow, the Matron had a calming voice, the words tinged with malevolence and dislike. A thread of jealousy running through it all. Drink it up and leave the cock alone. A voiceless mouth formed the word mine, followed by a smile from the Matron. Rolling over, coughing and clutching his throat, he looked up at the Matron, what is in that? Tea, she smiled taking the cup back as the Princess wrapped her arms around herself. Moaning in ecstasy, falling over onto the ground as the hair and ribbons wrapped lovingly around the body. Or what was left of your cum anyway, mixed with a little milk, as in demonstration she opened the top of the tea pot and with a steady hand squeezed the bare breast. A jet of milk expertly placed into the pot, a slight wave of the tray afterwards to mix it. A smile came from her as she presented the pot to him with a flourish. David could not help but lean forward to smell, an odd flavor of milky sweetness and old, thick cum came from the pot. It'll keep her calm for a bit, but she's got your scent now. Meaning what? He asked after a moment of silence, the Princess still in throes of whatever pleasure ran through her. The dress hanging loose, folded over the small breasts but ripped now on both sides up to her hips, exposing as much skin and of her tall, thin dancers body with the nice, round ass that it was possible to expose and still be clothed. Meaning she'll be coming after you for more. The Matron looked at him, taking his hand, we could go away and you can be my little toy. She winked at him, her hand reaching down and rubbing his dick through the pants. You'll save me from her? He asked stepping away. Fuck no, she'll kill us both if I tried that. I could hide you for a bit, a shrug of shoulders as if in apology. That's not going to work then, is it? The Matron shook her head, as he took another step back, then what do I need to do? The Matron looked down at the Princess, the pleasure looking to fade as the Princess became quieter. The Matron looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent. Fuck her. Of course I don't care about, David responded angrily taking the phrase as he would expect it to be said. Thought suddenly dawning on him, wait, you mean like you? If I fuck her she'll end up like you? Alive? The idea that he could change them with just his cock appealed to him in an odd way, as if he had a magic cock that could bring the dead back to life. Like some sort of superhero. Well yes, with cum we sort of come back. Though it doesn't last, the voice was questioning, thoughtful, and unsure all at the same time. Stepping up the Matron ran a finger along the edge of his jaw. So long as you keep giving me some, I don't care what you give away. I like being here, a sort of pout came over her, and I would be most upset if you can no longer feed me. Still, you can't just fuck her, you need to give her what she needs. Like an orgasm? He asked watching the Princess fall to the ground, her back arched as she caught her breath. Fucking men, all you think about is orgasms. We do want those, but its not always what we need. The Matron sighed, just get her some cum where she wants it and that will probably be good. As David gaped at her an impatient hand gestured towards the Princess, well, get going. She's not going to be docile long. What the fuck am I supposed to do? He asked her as she walked up and pushed him forward, the zipper on his pants sliding down on its own. Pick a hole and start fucking, when she calms down you know you have the right one. A slight push and David was kneeling behind the Princess, pants down and cock sticking out towards her barely covered ass.