Thread: Princess Park

Matron, Matron bring me tea Princess speaks as royalty. Milk I desire, Milk I need Bring me the tea of the male seed. Pressed against the wall David felt the force press him up against the wall, the Matron's empty white eyes bore into him. His body reacted, first in fear as he watched her come close, until her hands touched him. The chill of her hands was almost as arousing as her touch, the fingers closed around him skillfully, his body just reacted. David felt the wave of pleasure run through him as his body stiffened and his erection increased, her moaning voice was almost like a lullaby that soothed him. As she talked about milk and tea and the pretty princesses over and over his mind wandered, images of castles and tea parties flowed through him as his stiffness increased. Watching imaginary princesses in pink dresses and lace licking icing and cream from desserts and their fingers. The backpack pressed behind him, thrusting out his chest uncomfortably as he stood with arms and legs spread his pants open and his cock swelling. She brought him closer and closer, the smells and voice dulling his senses except for the hand that moved faster and slower in just the way he liked. It was as if she toyed with him, like a puppet. Hers to command. She was skilled at manipulating him. David was stiff and unmoving, his mouth open as his tongue lolled about, drool beginning to slip down his chin. No other hand job had ever felt this good, all the fear that David had to get into the Park and seeing the Matron faded away to be replaced by a wave of pleasure. It was not long until he felt himself build up then release. She moaned and sighed as she collected it all in the tea cup, filling it up with his thick, creamy cum. Stepping back, or floating he thought as her legs did not move, the Matron sighed deeply as David fell from the wall breathing hard. Getting the presence of mind to pull up his pants, the backpack shifted and he got to his hands and knees before her in supplication. Looking at her feet, she wore an old style heel, Victorianesque was all that came to mind, yet her feet though flat on the floor did not move as she glided across the room. She moved back towards the door then stopped, her blank expression looking at her hand voicing surprise, oh, extra milk. Her long, pale tongue snaked out as her hand moved up to her mouth, the tip of it touching the drops of cum that had stayed on her finger. As her tongue slipped back into her mouth David stood and watched her stiffen, slowly the body turned. Like a ballerina in a music box, her head turned up to stare at the ceiling, the tray out and up at arms length, the other hand closed in a fist at her side. Feet together the entire body turned around and around, the mouth opened in a soundless scream that began slowly to sound and split the air as the skin took on a shade of pink, the white covering of the eyes fading with dark pupils appearing that looked up at the blank ceiling. The blood that had leaked out on her body began to take on color and slow, that which had been on her skin turned to a grey dust and faded. A wave the color of flesh and life passed quickly down her body that jerked in a spasm, which rattled the cup and kettle on the tray. The scream began as a whisper then grew louder until it was a loud shriek then as her body took on a light pinkish cast the Matron stilled and looked around. Her eyes and face had the appearance of waking up from a nightmare, the wounds gone on her body but the spots of blood remained. The dress ripped more as she stepped forwards, eyes looking blankly at him as heels clicked on the floor and she almost fell over, as if walking for the first time. David stayed on his knees holding his hands over his ears to block out the sound, his face twisting into a look of pain as he tried to stand. Stepping out and catching her, some gentlemanly impulse flowed through him as he looked down into her eyes, she was older than him. Her skin supple, but a slight wrinkling at the corners of her eyes and mouth, though she had come across as younger. As her body grew some warmth she looked up at him with unfocused eyes. The voice croaked while she turned her head to look at him, then her eyes darted around at the shattered remains of the store. Who the fuck are you? Eyebrows raised as he looked at her and helped her stand, noticing the still exposed breast had swelled and grew pinker, she looked down at her undressed state then back at him as if waiting for an answer. David, was all he said. Suddenly she turned and looked around at the store, damn it, I'm still here? In the park? Yes, or what is left of it anyway. That fucking bitch, the Matron turned and the tray rattled in her hand, bringing the tray close to her face sniffed the cup. Turning towards him with a smile on her face, yours? She jutted her chin to the cup, her tongue ran across her upper lip. Uhm, yes, he answered her bashfully at first. You should know, you did it. Then a smile on his face as he stepped close to her shoulders back in pride, best hand job ever. Smiling she stepped up to him heels clicking in the detritus on the floor, look, this won't last. That bitch did something, she's kept us here since, the Matron stopped and her face looked at him as if she expected him to answer the unspoken question. Her lips were lush and red, eye lids covered in blue shadow and blush on her cheeks. It's been about 17 years. Pausing before answering, though everyone in town knew when the Park closed, on that day. Fuck, she breathed out, as I said this won't last, it's the cum that breaks it somehow, lifting the tray between them as if it explained it all. This is for her, she keeps it and keeps control, but the rest of us, shrugging her shoulder, breasts moved up and down in the torn dress. You better get out while you can, this won't last me long and then I'll find you and keep taking it until you're dead.