Thread: Princess Park

Developer Notes, Design Department Corp Princess Elizabeth of England, this is the princess of tea time. Idea here is to generate the perfect English Princess, the one who all girls will aspire to be. Think of England and its got to Elizabeth. Poise, charm, grace. The actressesplayers need to have this aspect, they should also have a good English face, very Anglo-Saxon. Tall, long hair can use a styled wig to assure we have the right consistent look. Attached Note1 Problem with all this is with real people we will have differences. No one thinks of just England and princesses anymore. Attached Note2 Someone send Security down to Design, we need to know what they are smoking down there. LOL David grabbed her hands, she grunted as he held the hands steady, moving the grasping fingers side to side. Like Japonaise she weighed almost nothing but had the strength of a bull. Whatever it was that made her, it was pretty damn hilarious in making her this way. Obscenities fell out of her mouth like a torrent, she sounded like a stereotypical truck driver. Some obscene Tourette's sufferer. Or a comedian stuck speaking Fucking English, where ever other word was Fuck. Uncouth, foul mouthed and tempered, all wrapped up in a bow. The long fingers reached for his eyes as she kneeled over him insulting him, degrading him, and the longer she did it the more David began to believe that he was useless, weak, and pointless. Like the grey shroud that hung over the Park, giving it the macabre atmosphere, her words covered him like a shroud. A sharp smell of roasted tea and herbs mingled about them, carrying the dark feelings from her to him. For a long moment he felt defeat creep over him, ready to give in to her. Thoughts gave way to his own defeat. He'd just barely managed to overcome Japonaise but he wouldn't Elizabeth, she was too strong. Too much for him, and he felt the strength ebb from his body. Black lips pulled back in a grin as he began to give in to her. His body sapped, beginning to drain like a sink with the drain pulled. His energy sucked out faster and faster as it emptied, he'd be a husk soon. Done, before he ever found out what happened. All of this gone to waste, the planning, the time, his father. Mother. Then a fire burst inside him. A spark that flared on that one thought. His one reason for coming. David had to know. His mother, the one his father lost here a long time ago. He had to know what happened to her, was she like one of the Princesses, the Matron, or worse? No! He shouted to himself, feeling his strength come back. Pulling her arms apart and with his own grin, a Halloween mask of terror, David bent his neck and bashed his forehead into her nose. As he struck her pug little nose it was at first like hitting a stone wall. Hard, and it hurt. He kept doing it, bashing more and more, his head aching. Feeling it crack like an egg as he smacked into her countless times, her face beginning to bounce back ad her eyes rolling up giving her a look beyond death, her attention gone as he noticed black ichor coating her forehead. She's a bad girl. The Matron had said. After hearing the obscenities pour out of her mouth David could see it. She was bad, naughty, looked like a Princess but the mouth of a whore. For a moment his mind reeled, what did one do with bad girls? Time out? No, he had no way to keep her down. Couldn't send her to her room. As his eyes fell on the fan he thought again to when he slapped her with it, not strong enough, she had taunted him. You spank a bad girl, he said and she turned to him. Eyes burning with interest and fury. Jumping over her twisting their bodies so she was on his lap he brought his hand down on her ass through the dress. The thick underskirts blunting the blow, she hesitated, so he brought a hand down harder, and again harder. Stronger and stronger. The jolt coming up his arm with each strike. Her words slowed, slurred, like a drunk. Frustrated David pulled up the skirts, long frilly skirts bunched over her waist as he saw the white tights underneath, from mid-calf to her waist the tights covered long, shapely legs. The kind of legs David would want to wrap around himself while he fucked her. From the tall, spiked heels to thin ankles to a slight bulge of calf that sloped inwards towards the knee then out again to thick, round thighs leading to a well proportioned ass. The first slap on the tight covered ass and he watched her flesh ripple under his hand David knew she was his, the low sensuous moan that escaped her lips and the way her legs stretched out. Askew as her legs sought to both spread themselves out and twist together at the same time. Calves and feet stretching out at an odd angle to the thighs that clenched and rubbed each other. Slap after slap on her ass, yielding flesh soft under his palm, the skin underneath the tights reddening, the glow and warmth of it showing through the thin white material. As he slapped one cheek then the other David noticed the small wet spot between her legs growing slowly through the tights, an intense musky smell assaulted him as the wetness spread. Mixed with the sharp smell of tea David felt a surge of some energy flow through him, as if more aware of her, her needs, her wants. The Princesses dark desires. After a few slaps, spreading them across the entirety of her ass to spread the sensitivity, the Princess became a twitching moaning body over his lap. A finger touching the wet spot, the soft flesh squelching as he touched it, the thin material ripped as he pressed a finger inside her, yielding a long, low moan and a shudder through her body. She lay willingly over his lap, no need to hold her anymore, she wanted more. One hand spanking reddening cheeks, her back arching upwards in pleasure with each stroke, more as he pushed a finger in pulling with his other hand and ripped the tights off her ass and thighs. His finger slipping deep into her wet pussy, teasing her with a finger on the hard clit that poked up from the wrinkled, pink flesh and began finger fucking her. Unsure when but the Princess had his cock in her hand, David was lost in the spankings, watching her ass redden under the sharp crack of his palm coming down time after time on her ass. The lace a soft barrier that surrounded his erection, a delightful comfort on his hard-on. All the anger and frustration from entering the Park, the times he was scared of the stuffed animals, the river of muck, Princess Japonaise, even the Matron all of it went into those slaps. Stronger, harder, his arm was a whirl of palm on one cheek then the other. Arm spinning around from elbow, the flat of his palm began to sting with each strike. The exposed ass a bright, cherry red from the slaps and with each one he felt her pussy flood with moisture, her body a quiver of pleasure as David continued. The hand that wrapped around his cock was expert at it, running up and down his shaft. The long, thin thumb curling over the top of his sensitive head, stroking it, touching each sensitive spot he never knew he had each time her hand came to his tip. A thrill of pleasure ran down his shaft and balls, an electric feeling of soft flesh and fingertips placed expertly with each stroke. David began to feel his breath come harder not just for the spanking but as she gave him the best handjob he'd ever had. Not that he'd had many, but this was better than any he could fantasize about. Pleasure shot through his body as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Each slap causing a tightening of her thighs and pussy muscles. Davids finger was sucked in by her orgasms and held there as his hand came down. Elizabeth's hand almost a blur on his cock, bringing him closer and closer. I'm going to cum, he finally moaned, his hand stopping on her ass. Fingers held inside her pussy by clenching muscles that suddenly released. Swiftly she turned, her body curling around itself. The hand holding his cock unerringly brought it to her lips. The black lips and tongue reached out, soft lips wrapped around his head as he hot breath flowed over his exposed flesh. The hand jerking him rapidly as she sucked hard on his head, tongue twisting around and around on the smooth skin of his head. She knew how to press his buttons and had him rock hard and ready in only a moment. Her hand a blur as she jerked his cock into her mouth, his cum erupting like a volcano. The blank face sucking it down and swallowing hard. The hand milking him for all he was worth, lace covered fingers softly tickling his balls as her mouth sucked, cheeks sinking in as his cum came out in small explosions as she moaned over his cock. Rolling off his lap in a twirl of skirts she looked up at him, the color draining back into her face and eyes. High cheekbones with a deep rouge on them moved in pleasure as her ruby red lips were licked over and over by her tiny, pointed pink tongue. Blue eyes opened and looked upon him, black hair coiled and piled high on her head, held in place by a silver tiara that gleamed in the half light of the square. The pink dress with red and off color pink bows looked more like a wedding cake now than before, the white clad legs in the impossibly high red heels made her legs look more like a whore than Princess. The blank tights whirling into patterns of lace, circles and lines that showed tanned flesh underneath. A slight moan still running through her body, pink laced gloves running over her body as she looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes and her skirts still hiked up enough to see her bare ass and the dripping pussy lips. The eyes and lips said thank you silently as she lay on the ground, her body still shaking in small orgasms, mouth moaning and savoring the flavor and texture of his thick cum. I knew you could do it, a familiar voice came. Turning the Matron's head was resting on his shoulder body pressed close behind him. Pasty white skin rimmed by black scared him, David screamed in surprise, then a hand coiled around him, the body coloring in like a child's picture filling in. Oh, any left? She asked her eyes and hands running down to his softening cock. Skilled fingers rubbed his balls and cock getting one last load of cum out and onto her palm. A good sized glob that sat in the middle of her palm looking small, but thick. The sour smell of cum covered the thick musk of Elizabeth, all suffused with the sharp smell of dry tea. A wide smile on the Matron's thick lips as she licked it, swallowing it noisily, her body resting against him, breasts pushing into his back. Not bad, you took the weakest and the strongest of them no problem, the rest should be cake. Rest? David asked her, feeling tired and spent after so many orgasms today. Already feeling drained, if 4 orgasms per Princess would kill him what about one or two each, he wondered. He'd be dead from sex before he ever found out what happened. While he had imagined all sorts of scary things might have happened inside Princess Park so long ago, it was definitely not this. Three more still, the Matron whispered in his ear, tongue teasing him by running up the outside curve of his ear. The sad eyes looking down on the Princess with disdain, Elizabeth is the strongest, Japonaise the weakest, the rest are in between. Then there is Rainbow, together, their heads turned towards the shadowy outline of a castle in the middle of the park. Barely noticing it before, though David knew it was there from old pictures, a sort of fairy tale castle, he had not seen it when entering, but now saw part of it as if a veil had been lifted. Good boy, the Matron said, body pressing against him harder. Her arm running up and down his body slowly, as if memorizing the way each muscle connected from his neck to his thigh, and everywhere in between. Elizabeth finally calmed, a long sigh released from her as the lights of the square flickered and from the castle in the center a long, piercing scream.