Thread: Princess Park

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust. John Webster What the fuck? David said as he looked about the room. At each body that matched the ones around him. How are you there and here? Take the knife, the Matron stepped over to the fountain, her skirt shortening until it was a skimpy, black maid outfit. She dropped the tray with a clatter of metal on stone and the chipped cup shattered. She reached out a slim hand covered with only a lace glove, she glowered at him as he looked on her in the changed outfit, finding he liked the way she looked in it. Take the knife and set us free, the voice ended on a pleading note. Paris and Japonaise both echoed the sentiment as they pressed themselves against him, yes, please. Free us. David felt within the fountain, as he did in the Park, the same heartbeat. Something was alive in there. Unsure what, this he knew was the heart, and as he looked up through the open space of the courtyard saw that the clouds above the Park ringed out from here. Rising from the fountain was a black flame. A column of something that ran up from the fountain to the clouds. Here was everything that happened, something had started here, how it had all happened he did not know. Slowly he turned to Rainbow, but it was Araban who spoke. Stuart was her man, the statement came out flat but full of years of spite. Or so Rainbow said, Stuart played the Prince but he played around, they all liked him and when her jealousy peaked she invited us all here one day and accused everyone of having their way with Stuart. Then she killed us. Simple and short as if it explained everything, Araban looked on Rainbow with an accusing tone in her dark features. He was a good fuck, Paris whispered in his ear, but not as good as you. Her hand softly patted his crotch as she pressed herself against him. You all took him away from me, Rainbow pleaded as she turned away. Her voice breaking as she spoke. He was a dick, Japonaise whispered to him, you just have a good one. She winked at him, keeping his hand pressed against her ass cheek. You did this over a guy? David asked Rainbow in surprise, who turned away and nodded as she sobbed. I mean, I could see calling someone a bitch or slapping her, but this. David had no more words to continue as the Matron came up and with a look at Japonaise and Paris pulled him away from them and towards the fountain. Prince Charming is supposed to be mine, Rainbow pleaded as she fell to the stones on her knees, her body shaking as she cried. The make up on her eyes began to run, black tears rolling slowly down the blush of her cheeks. Mine! He's not supposed to love the others. He never loved any of us, London protested. He wanted what they all wanted. The hint was there, unmistakable. They were all fueled and surrounded by desire. David saw it now as he stepped up to the fountain, pulled by the Matron. Her costume revealing more of her body than the previous one, even with more of her breasts hidden. Just pull it out, she said softly looking up at him, her arms supporting and pushing up her breasts. Free us, the plea was suggestive like everything here, the words echoed softly by the others while Rainbows soft crying punctuated the atmosphere with something beyond the others need to no longer be trapped. David slowly nodded and stepped into the ichor, the still body of Rainbow pressed against the fountain was in stark contrast to the hunched figure behind him. Atlantea was draped over the edge, he could see wisps of red hair floating in the ichor, her neck disappeared into the fluid, giving it the illusion of being chopped off. David shivered, as he stepped up to Rainbow's still body, the gloved hands at the body's side and the fluid cutting her arms off at the wrists. As if he was afraid of defiling her David leaned down, the fluid touching him and clutching at his legs, as if in expectation of something. Slowly his hand moved up and as he touched the hilt of the knife, its smooth round handle as unmarked but for the small indentations where his fingers went. As his hand grabbed the handle he felt a pulse through the knife, pulling back. She's still alive! Trapped, the Matron answered him. Turning to look at her saw the pleading in her eyes, it was unmistakable. We all are, trapped in our last moment before we die. The knife holds us all here, remove it and you control it all and can let us go. David licked his lips and turning back hesitated again, his hand returned to the handle and he felt that slow pulse of Rainbow's heart. Her heard leaning down, he could not see her face, but he had an idea of what grim visage was on it. Steeling himself he put his hand on the handle and pulled quickly, as if trying to give her and them all some small mercy. Like pulling off a bandage, doing it quick and getting it over with, rather than a slow pull to draw out the excruciating, small pain. David stood there a moment holding the knife. Then it happened. The world faded out. He was back in the darkness. His senses shifting around him. As if all of them were placed on a wheel around him and spun quickly around, the sense of touch flowed through all of the others. To where the metal of the knife felt like salt on his tongue, a loud crash like a wave, smelled like cinnamon, or other sensations that passed through him. David felt himself drowning in it as something was about him, clinging to him. Pushing him to try to understand as his senses wheeled from what was around him. Close by he sensed places of stillness and he reached out to them, the color green flared in his ears like the roar of thunder and he touched the Princesses and the Matron and they stopped the spinning. There was stillness. Then a voice, like the grating of glass on stone. All yours. What? David spoke, clinging to the figures of the Princesses as the voice spoke around him. From nowhere in particular, it rode the lightning rod into his brain. Park. Yours. The voice continued, it was as if it was talking down, talking dumb to someone who would not understand. Princesses. Yours. All, yours. Let them go! He called out to whatever it was, unsure if he was speaking aloud or in his mind. Too late, David thought there was a sense of finality in the tone. Let go, die. Life only here. Too long within. Nothing after. Oblivion. What are you? Only their anchoring held him now, gave him a clarity he thought would pass away to madness if he let go. I hunger. Feed. Here, much food. Need desire. Lust. Like water. This land, rich water. You eat what? Desire. Lust. Feed. The voice held him close now, he could sense something closing, not a body but a presence that was big, hungry. Like here. Stay. All yours. Vanilla, bland, now desire different. Desire. Chocolate. There was a satisfied feeling in the word. As if Chocolate said and meant so much more. Echoes stay. Yours. Make more desire. Feed. You want me to make more what? David felt confusion as the presence came close and wrapped itself around him and his eyes opened and he sat there in the fountain. The water changed and shimmered then flowed into him. The charge built within him as if he was being merged, folded, like a piece of paper in giant, invisible hands. David was an origami, folded and refolded back into his own shape as the ichor flowed into him, became a part of him. Make more. Desire. Feed, me. Echoes, yours. Princesses, yours. Play. With an almost childlike glee the last word faded in his ears as the ichor disappeared within him and the water of the fountain sprayed out, covering him with a cooling mist as the bodies about him faded to dust and washed away. A hand touched him and he saw the Matron at the side of the fountain, her lace gloved hand reaching out for him with a smile on her face as she pulled him out. Within her eyes was a misty thank you, the tears moistening her eyes as she pulled him close and held him tight. Feeling her against him he could not help but respond, his hand reached down and cupped her ass under the wide, frilly skirt of the maid uniform. Feeling the lacy panties on her ass he groped once as she pulled aside holding his arm as the clouds above parted and he felt the warmth of the afternoon sun fall down on him. The others stepped up, a silent thank you on all of their faces. David looked around, the blood, the bodies all of it gone. The Park awakened from its slumber, parts of it stretching, coming awake for the first time in years. The silence he had been used to was fading as a small rush of wind came over them, the Princesses looked up and smiled at the light of the sun and the warm air that flowed over them. Hair blowing around their faces, even Rainbow looked up as the dark lines of her tears glowed darkly against her face. Rainbow's sobs quieted as she looked over at David with a mixture of expectation and admiration. David looked over them, hearing the echo of the voice again. Play, it said, he said aloud as if that said everything. What now? The Matron asked, as if she knew they all belonged to him. For a moment David thought. Asking himself, what does a teenage boy suddenly do with 6 women who all love sex and will do anything you want? For a moment his mind was blank, then he smiled as an idea took quick form. Princess Lounge Opening 20 Girls, Girls, Girls Let our royal court make you feel like a King! Reservations Preferred, but not required