Princess Park

ShadowsLitany · May 3, 2015

With a shout out to Felicia Florence for the original idea of the story. I wanted something fun, sexy and with horror to play around with from time to time. Enjoy the story, but please don't comment in the thread until its complete, feel free to pm me if you have something to add.

Enjoy!

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When the Princess stood in the flood
She and the court were drowned in blood.
If you see her and her knife,
It's too late, she already has your life.

David stared at the fence, the backpack thumping against his back as he walked forward, the sun beating down heavily on him. James followed him, the running commentary ranging from the plans they had for their last summer before college, to the new counter girl at Dairy Queen who James wanted to ask out even if she might be a Sophomore. James steadily avoided the topic in front of them as David checked the pockets in his cargo shorts and felt behind in for what was in the backpack, mentally reviewed what he had packed there. Looking around to make sure no one was in sight he pulled the machete from the pack behind and slipped it into place on his belt. Overall not much, since he only intended to be there for the night, though they both knew the unspoken truth, no one had ever gone into Princess Park for an overnight and returned.

With an air of finality James stopped, wiping his forehead under the hot summer sun, "you're friggin' stupid man." James looked at him with the narrow slits of green eyes above freckled cheeks, they were both lean and tall, high school seniors in the prime. Partners on the track team they had the lean physiques of runners, though as James was red haired and freckled, David was black haired with dark eyes.

Shrugging, "yeah I know, but its like my old man." David looked through the chain link fence at the edge of trees and brambles that grew on the other side of the cracked parking lot. Weed strewn with pits and concrete thrust up, few had crossed the wide, empty space in years. "When he died all he could talk about was the Park."

"He was there wasn't he?" James said in awe, that fateful day had happened before either of them had been born, David's dad was one of the few who had worked in the park, knew what happened, and stayed in town. Everyone took pity on David and his dad, the thoughts and memories of then had turned his father to the town drunk, and when the drinking got bad that's when the ramblings came out. Between the sobs, it had been hard to make out, but slowly, over years, David had pulled enough together to know that one day he had to go in.

David slowly turned to James saying the one thing that he had only recently found out, "yes he was, and my mother."

James' eye widened, "dude." Was all he could say, but in that one word said everything that David would have wanted to hear and more. Without a word James reached down and pulled the fence, "watch out for the dogs."

David nodded, knowing the wild packs of dogs were between him and the trees. They were always seen, especially at night and in the morning. Since no one ventured beyond the fence, except the foolhardy, the packs had been left alone. Over time it was thought that the dogs were part of the problem, evil things in themselves, almost demonic. Most thought they were just rabid and soon enough that would take care of the problem. David took a mouthful of water to steel himself and with a smile and nod slipped through the fence and took off.

The parking lot seemed to extend more as he stepped inside it, the sun beat down on him mercilessly as he leaped around and over cracks and holes. The faded lines of the parking lot were chipped and peeled, yellow lines of a past that would never be repeated. Leaping over the remains of a light pole on its side, the glass from the bulb strewn about, the first growling came slowly, building up like thunder. Turning quickly to look behind saw the four-legged shapes leap up, as if erupting from the depths of the ground, in the distance James was waving and making noise. The dogs ignored James and came after David.

His heart pumping hard he looked ahead, picking where to set his feet and avoiding the large obstacles but watching for the small things that would trip him up. Feet hitting and bouncing off the tarmac with the rubber souls, his breathing straining as the heat seemed to get worse the closer he came to the trees. The air didn't move on a hot July afternoon, as he came closer and closer to the park it became stale. There began a flavor that filled his nostrils and lungs as he heard the growls and barks come from behind, small shapes coming at him from the side David pushed himself, the adrenaline kicking in as the dogs came closer.

Fear was a great motivator, though he was well trained the dogs were hungry. David was fresh meat, he knew that, and this was the worst part about getting in. As he neared the line of shade of the trees he could see now what was barely visible from beyond the line of the fence. Trees grew thick, but also bushes, shrubs and other plants. All thick rooted and twisted. David pumped his arms harder, the beating of his heart like a jack hammer as his flesh, sweat covered and hot was flush with waves of chills that came as he saw the dogs get closer. Their mouths open, tongues lolling and covered with drool. Foam gathered at the corners of red, black lips as the eyes stared at him, boring into his soul. They added more to his fear, a shiver running down his back as he looked from dog to dog, each of their eyes a glowing red.

"Demon dogs," was all he could force through tight lips and his face frozen in fear. "It's true! It's goddamned true!"

Pushing himself harder than before, arms and legs moving and pumping as his legs began to feel like lead. The ground sticky with heat and more cracked and pitted as he neared the trees, it was a moment of fear as he could feel the dogs nipping at his heels. The sense of teeth snapping at his feet and shoes. A feeling of pain as if his leg was caught between the slobbering jowls of a dog then he was up in the air and through the branches. Flying in slow motion he could hear the nails of the dogs cracking as they stopped suddenly, the yelps of dogs crashing into each other, and the slinking of fear of them as they would go no further. While in the air he felt the cool shadows above him. The sun gone, it was almost a wintry chill that came down to the bone, his body shook not in fear but cold this time as he burst through branches and brambles that grabbed at his clothes and tried to drag him and then he was falling down into the remains of a riverbed.

The water was dark and viscous. More like slime than anything, there was a thick swallowing sound as he fell into it, the slimy liquid pulling him in and as his feet sunk up to his ankles he felt the silence. It was not as if there was no noise, but as if something ate it. Struggling to move the 10 feet to the other shore, his feet sunk into the black-green liquid. Afraid to touch it more than he had it was a struggle after the run from the dogs, his body crashing from the adrenaline rush, not wanting to wait. As if afraid that if he stood still he would sink into the liquid. The other side slowly coming closer as he pulled each leg up and high, getting his feet out then down inside again. Sounds of disgust magnifying the hushed sounds of the liquid surrounding each foot and leg he sunk into its unseen depths.

The other shore held dark branches, the bushes and roots more and more twisted. Taking out the machete he began to hack and cut, pulling himself up the gentle slope as he did so. Making a path that slowly worked its way up towards where he knew the park lay. It was slow going and the heat came back, the exertions beginning to take their toll on him. The air was worse than stale, it had a fetid smell underneath the age of it. The air felt as if it had lain here unmoving for decades, the air thick as the roots and brambles about him. It was a surprise as he heard the sound behind him, afraid for a moment as he heard the creaking of wood and the slight rustle of leaves. Instead of a figure behind him David saw the growth come back. Where he had hacked a branch off it grew back before his eyes. Like a time lapse film he saw the branch renew itself and twist again behind him, as it trapping him within.

Hacking in a fury he cursed himself, "damn, damn, damn. Why did I do this," his arms became heavy now as he hacked and pulled the space behind him shortening as he could sense the space ahead, but not see it. "So close," hack and pull the machete was covered with thick sap, making it heavier and harder to cut. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he said louder and louder as his arms were a whirlwind of motion the brambles behind beginning to reach out, starting to wrap around his feet and legs as he struggle to pull up. Pants and feet beginning to be bound as he pulled up, the next adrenaline rush was all fear this time, his breath short and in gasps as he felt himself closed in. The branches and brambles reaching for him, to smother him, cover him.

A hand reached nothing and he fell onto the smooth pavement on the other side, the soft rustle of dark leaves and the creak of roots filled up the space behind. Then it went quiet. Turning his head he saw the gate before him. Above it all, in a graceful arch that once was colorful and bright with the promise of the dreams of children was dim now. The letters hung askew, one covered in something dark, but he could make it all out.

"Welcome to Princess Park," he said softly to himself, feeling the hush of the place creep into his soul.

ShadowsLitany · May 4, 2015

Princess Rainbow stands in black
Life and light will not come back.
Hide and run, hide and run
She'll have your soul before the night is done.

David looked behind him, the last of the hole in the shrubbery was closing as the branches and vines weaved their way back together. Once the last branch was in place the rusting stopped, leaving him in silence again. The air was even worse inside the hedge, stale with something mixed in it, like a miasma that clung to him making him feel dirty. Coating him with a pollen that reeked of despair and decrepitude, wiping his hands on his pants in a futile gesture. Outside the park a hot Florida sun had been out, and with the run across the parking lot, and through the thick slime of the river could not have taken more than a half hour. Counting up the minutes, including his rushed climb through the hedge and it had to be not even midafternoon, yet at the gate of the park it was twilight.

The air had a strained glow running through it. The sign above the gate looked as if it might fall if he breathed the wrong way. Letters rested askew in the arch, the colors of the rainbow behind it were muted, various shades of grey showed behind large metallic letters. The Second S in Princess was covered in something, whatever it was ran down in streaks, as if a thick paint had been put on the upper edge and left to run down its length. It brought a slight chill to David, worse than the dogs had, his body shook with a wave of goose flesh. Remembering the dogs he looked down to the tear in his pants cuff, no holes or marks in either leg, other than the one ripped cuff.

"Lucky bastard," he said in a hush, respecting the somnambulance of the park. Calming himself walked through the gates, leaping over a turnstile, afraid on a subconscious level of trying to use the mechanism. A subtle fear ran through him to let whatever was here know that David had come. On that same subconscious level David was aware that whatever was in the park, already knew.

The bricks underneath his feet were coated with something, splashes of dark paint gleamed wetly on the bricks before him. Kneeling and rubbing his finger on the bricks wiped away the grey layer, beneath gold colored pain glinted for a moment then seemed to dull. A silent wind blowing the dust back onto the bricks, as if annoyed at his uncovering of the bricks beneath his feet. "Follow the yellow brick road," he whispered to himself.

The area past the gate was all shops, and like most amusement parks a place to get customers to spend their money, but all related to girly things. A spa parlor offering pedicures, a hair salon, an information booth that looked as if a gigantic hammer had fallen to crush it into the ground, an ice cream parlor with no glass in its panes and a costume shop. Looking in each shop or store it was like the aftermath of a riot. Inside each shop the contents were strewn about, as if in a fit of anger with the floor littered with whatever had been in the shops. Broken glass from the windows were mixed with broken bottles of perfume, make up kits, ripped bags and dresses with gauze and lace trim sliced and showered on top like candy on a sundae. The costume shop had a motion inside, David stilled and slowly looked in, the shop was empty, racks of clothes thrown about, the costumes mostly shredded but it was the murals on the walls that drew his attention.

Courtiers dressed up in fantasy-themed finery were painted along with other figures that looked as as if they were playing cards, all of them Hearts. Faces were either scratched out, the spacing like human hands as David put his hand up against the marks in the plaster, or in the case of some the faces were covered with a glistening dark paint that had a metallic smell. A few looked as if they were burned, as if some great heat was behind the paint and made it bubble and burn. Some figures has a fancy script underneath, the Guardsman, the Knave, and a figure that seemed to glow, an older woman holding a tea tray, the Matron.

On the back wall was a large cloth hanging, that oddly undulated as if something was breathing behind it. The hanging had in the center a fanciful caste and the words, "The Princess and her Court" written in italic script. Below the castle were the heads and shoulders of five princesses, the faces cut or ripped out and above the castle one princess whose clasped hands and ball gown were visible but the face was sliced across, down and diagonally, the face and head long missing but behind David could see the edges of letters painted.

Lifting the hanging he saw the words painted on the wall, the same metallic taint assaulted his nostrils as he saw the letters glisten, the paint fresh and dripping. Only now realizing that this, and the other splashes of paint, were not paint. It was blood. On the wall he read the words, "Princesses...abandoned by GOD!" The words seemed to have something rising from them, it was that which caused the hanging to move. Dropping the hanging with nervous hands turned slowly as the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

A sigh of excitement sounded behind him, turning saw an older woman standing at the door. Her dress old and ragged, exposing part of her abdomen and most of her left leg up to her thigh. Across her buxom chest the cloth was ripped to expose her right breast, the skin full and white, with a white nipple showing and getting harder as she looked upon him. Her clothes matched those of the Matron, the ripped material of the corset hanging off her midsection, the sleeves of her dress ripped and flowing. A splatter of blood across her clothes, exposed breast, and leg. The sliced skin and stabbing wounds leaking blood in a never ending flow. Her skin seemed full, ripe but bloodless. The skin glowing white under the colorless grey cast of the dress. Her eyes were deepset and ringed by dark rings, as she looked at him, her head and arms jerked, as she moved towards him. Like a film where small parts were missing she lurched forward, her lips curled outwards, black lipstick revealing blackened gums and tongue.

"Another one for tea," her voice was hollow, hushed as she came forward. A tea tray holding a pot and china cup set on saucer that never fell as the tray tilted from side to side. In front of him he could only smell the decay and age from her, her dusty perfume faded and smelling of dried, nameless flowers with a scent of soured milk. Her hand pointed as David was pressed against the wall, her hand snaking into his pants that seemed to erupt under her gaze Slim fingers grabbing his cock, the cold, firm hands grasped him. "Princesses like tea. Milk tea. Need more," empty eyes stared at him as her hand stroked him sensuously, firm nails digging into his sensitive flesh, "milk.

ShadowsLitany · May 8, 2015

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."

ShadowsLitany · May 10, 2015

Princess Park!
Live your very own fairy tale!
Be the princess you always wanted to be,
enjoy tea parties and pampering you only get
by being royalty.
Princess Park, opening this Summer!

"So you need more cum to stay like this?" David asked as he cast a lecherous glance over the Matron.

"All of us do," she said bored, her color beginning to fade. "All the Princesses, except her. The Queen Bitch." The Matron gestured up with her free hand, the finger pointing to the mural.

"The Rainbow Princess?" David looked at the Matron. As he looked at the Matron the feeling of his orgasm fading, as her skin, the dress also seemed to be losing color. While she had seemed to look more alive he could not help but notice the subtle smell of sour milk and faded flower's around her. Like potpourri if it had no special scent, just dusty flowers. "So, if you have cum then you can stay like this and not be that, whatever the hell it was you just were? Why not just drink that?" Gesturing to the cup on the tray.

"Much as I hate that bitch, to drink her tea," the fingers of one hand came up for air quotes, "I would just end up with a worse punishment than this. No fucking way," the Matron shook her head.

David watched her color fading, afraid of what she would become. Having someone who knew what the hell was going on would be useful he knew. The Park was a place of fear and terror to anyone who had tried to enter over the years, the legend and local lore was all about avoiding this place. Coming here only to satisfy his curiosity over what his father had mumbled over the years he was regretting it as he could sense he was never going to get out. The Matron though, she could help him, if he could keep her like this. His brain spun quickly through books and movies he'd seen about ghosts and haunted houses, and being a normal teenage boy he came up with one solution. "Well if you need your own," stepping behind her, unzipping his pants and rubbing his cock as he did so. Then quickly lifted her dress, spitting on his palm to lubricate himself, lowering his hips thrust himself inside her. She was dry and he had to push, his own shaft semi-hard, but as he touched her cool, soft ass cheeks and thinking about fucking the strange woman who just gave him a hand job, his cock was hard in moments.

She stood still and let him slip inside, a sigh escaping her lips as he entered her, a hand reached around to grasp her large, swollen breast. "What are you doing?" She gasped each word between thrusts, as he moved harder and faster into her, feeling the warmth of her body dissipate, his warm cock surrounded by tight, cool muscles.

"Giving you some of your own cum," he grunted each word as he began to furiously pound into her from behind. His hips slapped hard into her soft ass, the tray shook each time his hips hit hers. The dress and limbs slowed their loss of color as David pushed himself hard, both his hands wrapped around and groping her breasts, feeling the weight of each breast in his hands he felt himself getting closer and closer. For long moments the only sound in the store that he heard was the sound of his grunting and his cock sliding into her moistening pussy.

The Matron moaned more and more as she came closer, "oh, it has been so long," she moaned as she bent over at the waist. The tray level in her hand, but her ass cheeks shaking with each thrust of his hips into her. She moaned louder and deeper, the color in her face staying as her vagina walls ebbed between cool and warm and it made his shaft stiffer. As the Matron opened her mouth, a long low moan escaped as her pussy erupted in moisture, David felt himself cum. Thick jets escaped him as he pushed himself harder and deeper into her, his milk coating her insides with a thick blanket. "Oh my god," she breathed as her body seemed to tense, the vaginal muscles milking his cock.

David felt something flow out of him, into her, a warmth that spread from the tip of his cock through her. She stiffened again, her body almost shuddering, the tray clattering in her hand. Then she fell back limply into David's arms. "Are you ok?"

Breathing heavily while he held her, feeling her body slowly gain weight. Becoming more solid in his arms, he looked down and saw the naked, pink nipple facing him, hard and jutting out, the one covered by the dress was noticable. "First orgasm in years," she moaned and slowly stood up with his help. Turning slowly to face him she cupped his cheek gently, a soft look in her eyes as her skin took on a youthful tone, "feel free to do that anytime." Looking down at the dress pulled the rips together in a moment of modesty then shrugged her shoulders, "that's pointless. Ah well, been exposed this long, what the hell."

A scream echoed across the park, it was a scream that encompassed jealousy, rage and hatred. The sound split the air and the ceiling shook, a small cloud of dust falling to the ground. David hurriedly placed his cock back in his pants and zipped them up, realizing he still had his backpack on and adjusted the straps. Feeling thirsty took a bottle from the side and wet his mouth, offering it to the Matron who shook her head. Turning towards the door she stepped careful over the broken glass and other debris. The scream came again, louder and longer, the shelves of the store shook. The Matron stood at the door, a spot of color in a place of blandness, as if a lone figure of color had been placed in a black and white picture.

"Sounds like Princess wants her tea," she said as she looked towards the inner part of the park.

ShadowsLitany · May 15, 2015

Date of Incident: June 7, ####
Location of Occurrence: Princes Park, O######, Florida
Officer Charge: Attempted Murder 6 counts, possible 7, or suicide.
Complete charges held pending investigation by officer Samual #####

The matron turned to David, her skin changed to a colorless gray. The eyes fading to white while her tongue and gums switched to black, it was like looking at a negative of her body. She wandered over as he had first seen her, the body twitching and moving as if she was a movie with frames missing. Jerking forward David felt the terror rise in his throat, wondering if he would be able to build up enough cum to bring her back. As she came close, the face tilting from right to left as she moved up to him, the mouth opening in a slight hiss.

"Boo," she whispered as her body pressed against him, the color back. Her eyes looked up at him with a smile on her red lips. "I was just fucking with ya'," she said with a chuckle as her hand punched him lightly in the shoulder. "If I don't show up like that to the Princess with her tea I'd just piss her off. Right now she is more powerful than any of us, and I don't really want to go through any of her punishments."

"You scared the fucking shit out of me," a longer list of obscenities ran through his brain as he looked at her. Angrily he stepped aside and walking around her stepped out to the park, a shrill scream echoed across the empty expanse. As if time stood still he only now noticed how decrepit it all looked, the rides on a glance were there, but as he stared he could see the decay on them. A decay that ate everything out from within, to be replaced with, something else.

"Sorry, but you or me, and it sure as shit is not going to be me," the Matron was back in her colorless form. He shuddered for a moment then taking a breath turned away from her. "Oh, don't be mad," she whispered to him as she pressed into him from behind. Her hand snaking back into his pants, the chill hand wrapping itself around his cock and bringing him hard in seconds. As if her experienced touch could force him to become erect.

Pulling her hand out and taking a step away found himself looking back to the edge of the park, the entrance just before him. The trees and shrubs along the edge of the part were a misty gray, the shadows of the trees almost alive with something that hungered. He felt a need to leave, afraid of what he might find here. Some unconscious sense told him that trying to get out would not be as easy as getting in.

"Look I have to go," the Matron was slowly rising in the air, her legs pirouetting like a ballerina. "I'll come back after I deal with her highness, maybe we can help each other out," the voice was hollow and empty but held a bit of promise. David know what kind of help she needed.

"You don't even know what I want here," he told her feeling a need to hush in the park. There was no noise anywhere and that had begun to unnerve him.

Shrugging the Matron rose slowly in the air, the dress falling limp at her side, as he looked up realized he could see up her dress and she wore no underwear. "Doesn't really matter, only two reasons people come here. To die or to try and figure out what the fuck happened. So far its been a lot of the former, and none of the latter." As she began to float towards the center of the park she turned, "oh, watch out for the other Princesses. None of them are going to be as nice as me, they will eat your soul not just your cum."

Floating away the Matron was soon lost amid the empty, silent rides of the park. As she left he turned to his right, no other direction really seemed better than any other, and he walked quiet as he could. The edges of the walkways once held flower gardens, now they were covered with a thick wiry moss. The bushes and shaped hedges were all leafless, nothing more now that curling and woven branches. The shapes held the shadows of the park, as if something was trapped inside them, peering at one saw only darkness within the center of the curved and twisted branches. Light poles that once illuminated held cracked globes of glass, the glass smoked as if from some great fire.

The silence sunk into everything, like a miasma it seemed to absorb warmth and sound. The entire area was deserted and bereft of the joy it might once have contained, a great sadness that fell like the dust that covered it all with its colorless presence. Some of it clung to David, he could see his shoes and pant legs were covered with the dust. His toes growing cold in the heat that still hung in the air like a suffocating blanket that seemed to grow as he neared a small alcove of twisted trees, with two bridges that led away from him, the signs were splintered and the remains on the ground by their posts. Stepping across one that seemed to have a generic Asian feel, David looked over the dark river of goo that he had walked through before, the river snaking through the park and on the edge of what looked to be some odd amalgamation of Japanese and Chinese architecture that opened up on a market street with silent, dark games and small food stalls.

As he began to pass by the games he began to hear a small sound, like vocalizations of drops of water. The sound was low and came from all around him, a hundred tiny voices that began in a whisper and slowly growing strong. Turning around as he stopped David saw that each game was filled with small dolls that took on the shapes of cute fuzzy animals like unicorns, bears and the soft, flat outlines of Princesses. The dolls from the furthest game were standing and moving on stiff, fat legs. Walking drunkenly on the street towards him, the dolls moved like one thing, slowly encircling him as they began to move faster and faster from the shelves. Dolls fell soundlessly from top shelves to disappear behind counters, only to appear on the top, climbing up with featureless arms to the counters and falling to the street to stand and shamble towards David.

ShadowsLitany · May 22, 2015

Princess Mu Lang of Japonaise, the Asian Princess
Princess of the East, see her Throne of Tranquility.
Photo Sessions: 10:15 - 10:35 and 1:15 - 1:45 daily, 4:15 - 4:45 Sat and Sun

As he walked through the press of small, puffy dolls they grabbed at him. Sticking to him. Coating his feet in a layer of creeping dolls that surged up his legs. Lifting one leg and shaking it then the other, trying to get the dolls off they shifted and held on, there was little weight but the feeling of them was like a thousand tiny feet, like insects crawling up his legs. Looking down the dolls blank, button eyes looked up at him. His pants looking like Flea's from the Red Hot Chili Pepper's, pants with tiny dolls attached. Except these were climbing up for him, a soft evil feeling about them, as if to drown or cover him in cuteness, before taking his life.

"Get off," he whispered hoarsely, "get the hell off!"

The dolls washed over the street in a wave as David began to run stiff legged down the row of games, the larger dolls being the last to become aware of him. All of them dropping to the ground, as if released from little hooks. Limbs and heads all turned to his direction. The fear gripped him again, his heart hammering in his chest, breathing coming short as he tried to move faster down the aisle away from the flood of dolls. Blindly moving from what scared him, some deeper response overriding his own instincts. Flee was all his body screamed, adrenaline overcoming him again as his body moved through the thick pool of dolls.

"Damn dolls," brushing at them with his hands, feeling the soft bodies press against his hands.

An awkward run was all he could muster, the dolls thick around his knees he could barely bend them he fled down the path, avoiding the Asian inspired lights that lined the path. Their glare of the paper lanterns increasing the dolls activity against his legs. The scrub of bushes were only a twisted line of roots and bare branches, with long, thick thorns a glistening liquid on the tips. The same whispering sound of dripping water followed him as the dolls that clung continued to climb up with sticky stumps of arms and legs that moved like velcro up his pants. They were light singly, but the hundreds that clung to his legs like overzealous bell bottoms inhibited his movements. Chancing a look behind him the other dolls following, larger unicorns with colorless rainbow patterns, panda bears with huge sewn eyes, and flattened cutouts of princesses all silently marched behind.

"God damn it, how many are you?!" David wondered aloud, his throat constricted by fear and thirst.

As he rounded a corner of the path he came to a place where the rides for the park were. A small roller coaster with the cars drawn up, the bars raised for the next passengers, on a gently sloping track that wound around itself. A silent set of swings attached to a happy faced mushroom topped merry go round. Even a small boat ride, the boats all with swan necked fronts with white and black painted bodies, back swept wings on the sides. As he spun drunkenly from leg to leg, arms finally sweeping off the dolls little by little, the necks of the swan boats turned, their dark eyes staring at him. The boats softly bumping against the sides of the sluices, where thick water barely moved while the boats seemed to follow him, necks reaching out to snap at him.

Through the rides, the small dolls David was able to knock off got up and followed slowly, the rest of the macabre parade began turning the corner of the path and coming into view. Small pools of lights from the lantern shaped posts giving a sickly aura to them. A silent wave of living fear that tailed him into the wide plaza walking around a food pavilion he came into a wide plaza, in the middle a set of stone paths amid a rock garden. All paths leading to a circular platform where a throne sat, the back of it towards him. As he neared the gravel of the garden the dolls fell off, like bloated ticks they lay where they fell, a slow turning and meandering back to where they came as he looked back and watched the wave of marching plush dolls stop as they filled the space around the silent rides. Dropping off faster as he moved closer to the rock garden, his steps leading him away from where these monsters towards whatever they were afraid of. That should have been a warning sign.

"Stupid fuckers, now piss off," moving faster into the glow of lanterns that fell over the garden.

David stepped into the ring, nearing the stones as the last plushie fell away, its body still by the ring, slowly the flood of them merged, then pulled themselves back the way they came. A retreating tide on the path, their sub-vocalized sound passing away with them. On the ground he could see the ring of octagonal stones lay in a large circle in the open space, the outer ring broken up by four paths that led towards the chair in the center. In each of the four sections gravel and small, decorative stones lay, there even looked to be small statues of something, all of them smashed to the base, small bits of shoe or foot appearing amid the colorless gravel. The dust that covered everything seemed thicker here, covering the plaza like a blanket of grey ash.

David was inured to the silence by now, it seeped inside his body, becoming one with him as he looked around the plaza noting the four paths all started at 4 gates set up around the circle, and a little beyond it. The gates were definitely Asian, Chinese or Japanese or some other culture he could not tell, they seemed of all and neither. As if this section of the park was a mixture of anything Asian that could be co-opted into the design. An amalgamation that incorporated everything, or just enough to give it a sense of character but not of place. Walking around the circle he came to the front of the throne, sensing something there, a shadow or darkness that lay in repose. It was not apparent until he came to the path that led to the front of the throne, when he saw the figure sitting on it.

It was female, that much he could tell by the bared calf, its gentle curve was soft and inviting. The high heeled shoe was light colored, he could tell it was not black, but like everything here there was no color. The legs were together, and straight, the knees bent at a ninety-degree angle as it sat motionless on the throne. A long red dress, cut high and open to show calf and some leg just above the knee, was tight on the body and sleeveless. A design of dragons or fanciful birds on it, each one an embroidered circle on a soft silk. The hair was shaped and set with two buns on the sides of the head, long ribbons trailed from them, and small white caps covering them. The face was angular, make-up or dust covered it, though not as thick as everything else. The eye-brows long, narrow and arched as if plucked and drawn on. A sharp triangle of rouge on the cheeks and a rose petal of lipstick in the center of wide, lush lips. Small orbs hung from the ear lobes as the figure sat quiescent, a female, drawn with the same generic asian influence of this area of the park, she looked attractive.

David slowly crept up to her, curious if it was a statue. His face nearing the still form eyes and mouth closed, the perfect poise of the shoulders jutting out the small breasts, as the smell of decay and old rice assaulted his nostrils. Crinkling his nose as he closed thought he saw a motion in the eyes, moving closer to the face it moved. The eyes opened displaying white sockets, forcing him to jump back, a dark maw opened, splitting the rose petal lip stick as black teeth and gums hissed at him. The hands suddenly detaching from the wood of the throne, fingers spread wide as 6 inch nails, with sharp points reached for him.

ShadowsLitany · May 28, 2015

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.

ShadowsLitany · Jun 5, 2015

Note from Human Resources:
To: All
Date: Effective Immediately

Cast Parties, or as they are known in the local vernacular "special parties" are henceforth forbidden.

Due to recent complaints, and videos circulating on the interweb (see Legal if there are further questions on publicy released media), all cast members of the "Royal Court" are no longer allowed in costume off the floor or out of the Cast Rooms.
Cast Rooms will now be designated for specific Cast Members and Roles only, there shall no longer be mixing of Roles.
Security will conduct RF sweeps at random times through all Cast Rooms; cameras and phone camera use will be limited henceforth.

Employees who ignore these rules, or have been deemed to, will be summarily dismissed.

Recent Supervisory changes will also necessitate scheduling changes, please bear with us.

Thank you,
Management

David shrugged and aiming himself into the Princess slipped himself inside her vagina. His hard on pushed into her dry pussy lips, skin dragging along his shaft painfully as he grabbed hold of her hips and thrust himself in as much as he could. Forcing inch on painful inch into her, the princess moving her hips uncomfortably making it hard to really get himself in. A pained look on his face as he thrust hard, it was like rubbing a dry hand over his cock. Each thrust and he ground his teeth hard. The Matron looked at him then rolled her eyes.

"Stupid man," the Matron sighed as she moved closer, "I said give her what she needed, not wanted. None of you can ever think with the big head," she tapped her skull for emphasis.

"Well where am I supposed to fuck her?" David slipped out, the hissing rising in volume, more as he pulled his cock from the dry hole.

"Don't ask me, ask her?" David looked up at the Matron confused. She rolled her eyes, the body rising and spinning over, the tray still in hand. Tea cup and tea pot never moved off the tray, for a moment that drew his attention.

Only when her ass rubbed back on his cock, the hissing loud, pony tails and ribbons flailing around her head in medusa-like fashion. David only had time for a short scream before he pushed his cock in again, the dry hole admitting him, through the skin of the princess was rough against him. It felt like jerking off with a dry hand, the need to cum rising in him but none of the lubrication. The hissing lessened and for a moment thought he saw a smile form on the princess' face. Looking down as his hands gripped her ass cheeks, his body moving on its own at this point noticed where his cock was. Whether his aim was off, he had a subconscious desire, or something else entirely he noticed his cock was going balls deep in her ass.

"Very nice," the Matron was peering over his shoulder now. Hands on the princess' ass as he thrust himself in, feeling the skin ease against his cock slightly as his pre cum began to lubricate the dry anal cavity. "Also knew she took it there, stupid bitch." The Matron walked around to the front of the princess and kneeling took the princess' chin in hand. "Having a good time there dear? It's nice to see you enjoying yourself with my cock, like you always did. Taking other guys cocks," moving up slightly the Matron took her bare breast in hand and put it up to the princess' mouth. A slight moaning coming from the dry husk below him, "suck on this baby."

The voice struck a chord in him somehow, a memory of a mother David could not remember came back to him. His body kept fucking, the ass feeling warmer as he fucked it, the pre cum making the ass easier and easier to fuck. Moving faster and harder into the ass that memory of a mother stuck with him. For a moment he felt like a sick little fuck for thinking of his long disappeared mother while he was fucking. David's father only ever spoke of his mother when really drunk, like many in town it was supposed his mother was in the park when it closed, many of those within the park on its closing were never seen again. Never spoken of, except in whispers. Some said they were not dead, the park was not uninhabited, something was within her. David knew how right they were now.

"Yeah, keep fucking that slut. She sucks so hard on me when you fuck her good," the Matron was moaning. That same expression he had seen on her before.

The princess was warm and wet below him, David felt himself getting into the motions now. Leaning over he grabbed the small breasts of the princess, they felt soft, like the rest of her. The head held close to the Matron's breast, the throat of the princess, long and lean, was pulsating as if she was sucking and drinking the Matron's milk. His hips slapping hard into the bare ass, a sound like spanking with the force he was using. Like an animal he pounded into her, his cock slipping deep into a warming, welcoming cavity that gripped his cock hard. A slight moan came from within the princess, the ponytails and ribbons waving in a breeze he could not feel. All he felt was his cock in her ass, the heat coming from it and the sensation of his balls filling up with cum as his hips and legs hurt from all the thrusting.

A finger touched him on the chin, gently a set of lips kissed him, "cum in her."

The voice was gentle, a command and his own desire. It was all it took. David stiffened as his cock felt as if it grew and then exploded. A long moan that emanated from his mouth as lips gripped on his lips, the tongue sliding in and his body shivered. A river of cum washed down and jetted inside the princess' ass. He could feel her ass moving, the muscles sliding and pulsating. Drawing it all out of him. The cum flowed down and out. Devoured as the body seemed to shake under him, the princess' mouth detached from the large breast, a long, low moan came from her as the body shifted, like the Matron suddenly a shift of the body and clothes and she looked to be in color.

Pulling his cock from the ass with a pop the princess stood unsteadily, the dress of red and gold hung loose where it had been ripped. A hand clutched her breast and deep green eyes looked up at him, ruby red lips parted with a sigh. The slight glisten of breast milk sat on the princess lips, and she looked on him with a bright smile. Leaning forward she grabbed him and gave him a hug, her body shaking and slowly David put a hand to her shoulder thinking she was crying. After a moment he could hear the laughing, the high pitched giggle that echoed brightly in this part of the park, the lights around them suddenly glowing with brightness.

"Thank you," she said as she pulled back and then planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. A look of surprise on his face, "you don't know how long its been since I wanted a good ass fucking like that!"

David just stared as the Matron stood by him again, a hand around his waist protectively, or as if claiming territory. "You're, uhm, welcome." He answered half questioningly as he looked down and noticed the Matron had her hand on his cock.

"Any left for me?" She asked hopefully.

ShadowsLitany · Jun 7, 2015

Maintenance Report: July **, ****
Park Area: Japonaise
Need: Repair X Replacement _ Retire _ Other: ______
Description: Chyna Coaster, track has become ill fitting on the corners. Rivets continually come loose. Car derailment has happened on
test drives of the cars early morning, significant injuries will result if coaster used during opening hours.
Note: This is the third ride this week, we're going to have a maintenance problem on ours hands soon.

"Any left?" David asked incredulous. It suddenly occurred to him how many times he had cum already today, 3 or 4 since entering the park. Now the Matron was looking for more? "What am I a fucking machine?"

Next to him Princess Japonaise wrapped her arm around his and pulled close giggling, her face bright and open. Something in the eyes though caught his attention. She giggled and shook herself next to him, her body rubbing into his, "are you a machine? It certainly felt like one." She wiggled her ass as the Matron rolled her eyes. Peering around him the Matron changed her face, it became the white, empty mask with the blank eyes and black mouth. A hiss matched by the Princess as she matched face for face, then looked up at David and giggled. There was a slow creaking that echoed in the air. Like the creaking of an old swing, where rusted metal slowly ground away at, a high squeal starting slowly and building. Around them the thorns and hedges slowly sprouted green leaves and branches, the flowers at the sides of the path began to grow and bloom. The squealing became louder, then as if from a raspy throat there was a very odd tone that played on speakers that seemed to be placed above, and in the bushes below.

David turned and began walking back up the path, towards where the rides had been. Back to where the tide of stuffed animals had paraded, following him to devour him. As they came back to the rides their lights were on, the path was sprouting color and the tinny music played around them. The squeals of the small roller coaster sounded loud, the cars slowly wheeling around and around, shaking unsteadily as they moved. One car came to a corner, shuddered and fell off crashing to the ground the wheel splitting off and rolling across the path as the next car slowly followed the track and as David watched it too fell off and cracked as it hit the other.

Above in the air was a loud scream. It rent the air. Like an invisible knife that came down on top of them he felt the pressure push him down, only through a force of will did he remain standing. The Matron and Princess fell, reverted to their colorless forms as the knife spread out on either side of him. Everything returning to its deadened existence, the song ending and the squeals stopping as Japonaise turned back to its colorless self. The flowers shriveled and died while the hedges returned to the thorn coated branches that twisted and wrapped around each other.

Looking down at the two who lay there, white and blank faces staring up at him. The same shrill voice called out, "MINE!" A banshee-wail made David hold his ears and fall to his knees, the two women shivering on the ground as the dust billowed up and then coated everything with its color leeching presence. Coughing and groaning as the sound split through him, the noise and the life that had come back to this part of the park dissipated. Standing unsteadily as he looked around, a slight miasma creeping along the base of the hedges.

Coughing, the dust caking his throat, "are you ok?" He asked the two who lay still for a long moment, their faces blank, a mask of death hung over them. Reaching over he touched the Matron's arm, shaking her slightly, noting how her bare breast shook. The tray still in hand, and held up perfectly level. David stared at it, reaching over to touch the pot and the cup.

"Boo," a voice said. David fell back, pulling his arm back as if he had touched a hot iron. As he chocked a scream the Matron rose, as if on a flat board, rising to rest on her feet.

Turning as a hiss came from the Princess David turned to see her on the ground, pony tails and ribbons waving through the air like angry tentacles. Her hands tensed and a sound like metal on metal came sharp as the nails grew again to the length she had when trying to kill him before. Legs tensed and the Princess was up on her feet, hands out, hair and ribbons flailing at him, beyond him to the Matron. The two stared at each other, a charge building up between the two of hatred, anger, betrayal. Filling the void between them as he felt the pressure of it keep him down on the ground.

"Whoa! What the fuck! Just a minute," he called out loudly to them, the tension in the air breaking as he stood between them. Feeling stupid for the moment of getting between them. "Hold on, there is no need to do this."

"Of course there is," the Matron said changing again. Standing with hand on hip, one side raised above the other. "She's trying to claim you, when you are mine."

"I am the Princess Japonaise," the Princess said, changing with her voice turning to honey. An edge of sexual promise in the voice, "as a Matron you must defer to me."

"Why?" David asked.

The Princess stared at him as if he had just said the stupidest thing ever. "That is the way it is." A hand dismissed him then the Matron who looked on them sourly then slowly she rose and floated away away from Japonaise.

"Where is she going?" David asked, not that he particularly trusted either one of the them but he had a better understanding of the Matron.

"Who cares?" The Princess turned back, she trailed a finger over his body. As if sampling it by touch, "why are you here?"

For a moment it became hard to think, why had he come? It seemed as if he was already in here forever, in the Park, and there was nowhere else. Nothing else before or outside it. He had been here, and always will. Always will, then he stopped. That did not seem right. He had come here for a reason, something that had happened before, with someone. Thoughts were muddled, all he could think of now was sex. Opening his eyes, wondering when he had shut them, the Princess was before him. Her dress hiked to the side and he was hard, in her hand, and she was rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. A look of bliss on her face, lips pared enough to look sensual as a low moan escaped her mouth.

"No," David stepped back in a moment of self-control. The Princess looked shocked, then gave him a pouty lip. "I came here to find out about my mother, my father said she was here when the park closed. I've never met her, and I wanted to find out what happened to her."

Yes, that was it. Family, his family. Growing up with only his father, the stories about the Park had always stopped any questions about his mother, even the last name on the birth certificate was scratched out. The Town Hall had lost any other copies in a fire years ago, strangely around the time the Park closed.

"Oh," she thought a moment. "Well if you need anything like that you'll need to talk to Rainbow."

"Rainbow?"

The Princess turned back to him, her hand in his pants, the look in her eyes was insatiable. "Yes, Princess Rainbow. She is the one in control here, though she never leaves the castle in the center. Good luck getting there though, she took down all the bridges right after all this," turning her body but keeping her eyes on him it was like watching a gymnast move. Then he felt something warm and tight around his cock as she began moving her hips towards him, then away. "Yes, you'll probably need to free all the Princesses like you did me, then you can open the way to Rainbow, free her, and find out what happened, and where your mother is," another soft moan came from her as her body moved up close to his. The undulations were impressive, her dress to the side baring her ass, that was pressed up to him, the red heels making her to right height to slip his cock in her ass.

She moaned for a few minutes moving faster and harder until her body was beating into his, the moans growing louder and louder as her ponytails and ribbons whipped around him holding him close. Her mouth parted enough to see the tongue loll out to the side as she stiffened then stopped, a long sigh escaping from her as her body fell into his, wrapping his arms around her felt the small, firm breasts under the harsh material of the dress. It shone like silk from a distance, but close he could see it was some cheap polyester with images of Eastern Mythological birds and other creatures threaded in gold. Though David did not care he humped his cock in her for a few minutes more, wanting to cum inside her. Coming easier and with more of it each time he felt his cock fill her with his thick fluid, her body moaning in ecstasy like before, body moving against him, rubbing his hands all over her.

Satisfied she stepped away, a pop as his cock slipped from her ass. "Now that was a wonderful orgasm," grabbing his arm in hers, "which way? From Japonaise you can go to London or Atlantis." Close to him her body rubbed him again, the dress feeling more harsh against his arm as she looked up at him.

"London," he selected randomly, thinking somehow of the Matron and something she had been singing before.

ShadowsLitany · Jun 10, 2015

Princess Elizabeth of England
The heir to the regal throne of the Red Lion.
Tea Times available by reservation only
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As they came to the edge of Japonaise, the ground showing the cultured gardens and layouts of the path and plants in squares and hexagons. All the plants were dead still, though in small spots he could see sprouts of green amid the ichor covered thorns. The entire area of the park was big, it felt like they were walking in circles as if the park had become a maze of hedge rimmed paths lit by a fading glow of the paper lanterns. The sky was lighter, a feel as of some great thing that was about to awake lay in the air, but the feeling of somnolence still hung about like a heavy scent.

Torn between being incredibly horny, made worse by Princess Japonaise rubbing her body against him, and a desire to sleep David steeled himself to keep walking. Looking at the dark haze of London Town, the next part of the park, that hung just over the tall hedges of Japonaise. They walked past another row of games, the stuffed animals watched him warily, David felt nervous as he saw them, blank, button eyes staring at him as sweat broke out on his brow waiting for the first motion from any of the dolls. Nothing happened, only the Princess chatting happily along, the words passed through him as inconsequential as she recounted certain parts of the kingdom as if it was all real. Amid all the happy chatter, David realized she was happy enough to talk so long as he grunted or nodded assent, an occasional yes was all that was required, anything more seemed to annoy her. Every now and again as her breasts rubbed against his arm, that she held in an iron grip he relented to, a hand would reach down and cup his erection. A touch, a giggle, and an offer to let him fuck her again.

David wanted to, as his cock strained against his pants he so wanted to do her again. Feel that sweet ass around his cock one more time, her soft, round cheeks in his hands. Like fucking a peach, he thought. That little cleft just like a sweet peach to shove himself into over and over again, until he came into her with a deep torrent of white spunk. Realizing they had stopped and her hand was in his pants he started walking, her hand pulled out as they moved, tightening his pants they came to the dark line of Japonaise and London Town.

"Oh, don't go yet," she sweetly asked him as he almost had a foot over the line. "We could have so much fun, you can do me any way you like," she smiled at him in alluring curl to her lips that he wanted to pull down his pants again and give it all to her.

"I need to check out," he pulled himself harder. The death grip on his arm loosening as his nervousness made him sweat, her grip slipping under the wet dust that caked his skin. Sliding his arm out he almost fell as he stepped over to London Town, past the line, the horny feeling fading like a door was closed on it.

Stomping her foot in a huff she turned and took a step, stopping as she raised her dress, showing him her wet, hairless slit and the brown pucker of her ass. "You'll be back for more, everyone does," she smiled lustfully at him and blowing him a kiss leaped and flew over the hedges and disappeared into Japonaise.

Turning David felt something in the air, a chill. Something angry almost, a current in the air that almost felt like it was stinging him in annoyance. As if he was a gnat, a slight swat to get him away, but not a broad slap to kill him. London Town seemed darker than Japonaise was, the area shrouded in a fog that crept along the ground, hiding much of the path, though swirls in the fog often showed parts of the dust covered landscape. Fewer hedges here, walls lined most of the paths. Reaching over to touch one, the fake cement walls were shaped to look like rough stones with mortar between. An occasional wall of brick crowned with slabs of stone, the bricks could be red, though the same colorless dust covered everything as he walked in among a rise of shops and gift stores. Brick building storefronts, only one floor with wide windows displaying piles and bins of candies, gifts, sundries, and tea. Some even had a second story that looked more fake than real, just the front of a second floor to give height to the street. All of it looking like some scene from a Victorian movie, the feel of the place was England as one would think of it, more of a sense than of detail.

The Matron landed quietly before him, eyes radiating annoyance. "Done with your little fuck doll?" The tea cup clattered on the tray for the first time.

"What, her?" David felt shy, as if he was being chastised by an aunt or teacher for doing something bad. "I didn't," he stammered.

"You did," her eyes narrowed and as she poked a long, thin finger painfully deep into his shoulder her breast swayed, catching his attention. "You fucked her in the ass again, didn't you? And you wanted more." David shrugged after a moment realizing she was right. "Stupid fucking cock." She leaned back, shoulders up, a pissed expression on her face that would have scared him more if she had the undead mask on. "She'll kill you," she stated flatly.

"What?" He asked surprised, the mist coalescing around them. Anger and somnolence began to wash over him in waves.

"The Princesses hold court, so they have courtiers. Fuck one 4 times and she'll suck the life out of you and," a shrug of her shoulders hinted at his demise. Words were not needed.

"So if I fuck her 4 times I die?!" David began counting, it was only twice. An evil thought coming to mind of one more safe fuck of her delicious ass, like a peach. David suddenly desired peaches, looking around as if expecting a fruit stand to sell them appearing out of no where. A pang of hunger rolled through his belly.

"No one dies here," she stated, calming as if her warning was all she wanted to get across. "Well, not like you think of it." The emphasis on the word you was unmistakable.

"I'm sorry," he said for no reason that he could think of. Though he did find the Matron scary he liked her more than the Princess. She actually seemed helpful, and something about her was comforting, if not, well, Matronly.

Slowly she smiled, "really? Never had a cock apologize before," eyes widening for a moment then settling into an expression of happiness. Taking his arm and kissed his cheek, a cool feeling where her lips touched his skin, it was exciting but it wasn't the suddenly wave of desire to fuck her like the Princess. It was more friendly, familiar. "Forgiven," was all she said and walked with him.

"What about you? If I fucked you 4 times," he started hoping he had the count right. Noting how the mist now avoided them, an island of clarity in its shadows.

"Me? I don't have a court. I help the court," she thought for a moment. "Though I have drained a few cocks its more a slow process, so you probably have a 100 or so fucks with me before I suck you dry. Mostly I pull out your essence for them," her tray gestured around them. "With me you have less to worry about. Not like Elizabeth. She's a bad girl."

"Bad girl?" Turning his head to look back at Japonaise and something she said came back to him, "when the Princess kills someone what happens?" They walked down an alley, the building fronts close together filling the street with shadow. A chill ran through him as he heard another scream in the air, this one sounded more like frustration than anything that scared him like before. As they came towards the end of the alley the Matron stopped. "What is it?"

The Matron took her arm away, "you should go on alone from here." A hand on his shoulder and she turned to go, leaving his question unanswered.

"Uh, thanks." He said apologetically, looking down at his feet. She turned, gave him a short smile then walked towards the other end of the alley and disappeared around the corner.

The buildings seemed to grow together, as if the upper floors were attracted to each other as the alley became closed in from above. A feeling of oppression grew on him, the shadows within the doorways grew, an ominous aura creeping out of the dark doors. An electric feeling of dread tingled in the air, touching him like static and making the small hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand up. Stepping away from the buildings as if they were alive and groping for him he quickened his steps, that feeling of something just there, just beyond his sight nagged at him. The sensation urging him on, steps quickened as his heart began to pound and his breath came short, foot before foot went quicker but the alley kept extending, as if there was no end to it. Like the feeling in a dream when running brings you no closer to your goal, the light at the end of the alley just out of reach. A hand went up, trying to grab for it, the hammering in his ears of his own blood and heart and it seemed as if he would never get out.

Then he stepped into a large square. A big fountain in the center of the cobble stone street, the stones like the ripples on a pond, ever increasing circles that radiated out from the central pole of the fountain. The small hiss of something like water within the pool, it was not water, but the thick, black liquid he had seen before. A thin spray of it that fell soundlessly into the main pool of the fountain, around it in four directions were open, wheeled carriages, no horses or harnesses just large, open two plush seats with open sides and small steps leading up. They looked fancy, as if they might be gaily colored and used for a royal parade, if not for the ever present dust that took the color from everything. Standing on one of the carriages was a tall, young lady, her face staring at the ooze of the fountain. The dress was wide with ribbons and lace that expanded out from her waist, as if it was a wedding cake made into a dress.

The neckline of the dress was high, reaching up to just under her chin, and the back of her neck. A thin bunch of lace like a cushion on which the head rested. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, in a long swirl. The face serene and oval shaped, looking like a blank, white porcelain doll, with the black lips and eyes that David had grown accustomed to. Her hands held in front of her, long arms with long hands, right clasped over the left, a lace trimmed fan in lace gloved hands. Her head turned around impossibly, like an owl, to stare back at him, the blank expression changed in a moment, the mouth opening revealing the black hole within. Though he'd already seen the Matron and Japonaise with the same look it did not decrease the ripple of fear that ran down his back, the high cheeks pulled back as the mouth formed a slight grin under the pert nose. Hands moved and the fan snapped open to cover the mouth in mock embarrassment, then it snapped shut again to point at him then to the ground before the carriage.

Slowly he walked over, watching for any signs of movement from the Princess, he knew this had to be the one from London Town, his feet moving slightly under his own volition. The imperious way she stood, erect, with the tight bodice pushing up her pert breasts and the thin waist. The dress looked immaculate and untouched but old, very, very old. David made his way across the open square, the buildings that surrounded him he now noticed were all tea rooms, in each window shadowed figures sat at a table, featureless in dark Victorian dress, male and female couples sitting stiff blank mannequin like faces smoothed over, hands all crossed over in laps. As he came closer he could see the Princess grow in stature and defiance to him, the mouth opening wider in a slight gasp of pleasure as the empty eyes looked down on him. The body quaked and shivered, the air quavering about her, then she was on the street before him.

"Why are you here?" The voice, a tight, strained whisper cooed in his ear, the voice rising and falling with each syllable.

"I'm looking for someone," he started and stopped as the fan came up and slapped him across the face. The sting of the fan burned on his cheek.

"Why are you here?" She repeated, insistent.

David looked at her with a burning in his eyes, the pain in his cheek a faded stinging. "I said I am here looking for someone," he began as the fan came up faster and struck the other cheek, his head turning aside as he looked askance at her, his eyes rimming with tears from the pain. Spots on both cheeks burned with pain. "Don't do that again," he started as she came close to him.

A smell of old tea came with her, she moved sinuously, her torso shifting but her legs and skirt seemed stuck to the floor. A slight rustling came from the skirts that seemed held together by ribbons and bows up and down in lines, almost like stitches. Like a bobble doll her arms and head moved side to side as her head came close, then half-circled around him, the blank eyes examining him as she breathed heavily. The dress was white, stained and seemed to reek of something sour, though he could not place the scent. The mouth opened to gasp at him, the nostrils on the small nose flared as if taking in his scent. "Why are you," she began.

Instinctively he grabbed and took the fan from her, the head and torso tilting back in surprise and he struck her across the face, a satisfied gasp coming from her head that turned away. No mark on her, but for a moment he saw a look of pleasure in her expression. "Strong," he voice came, rising and falling into whispers. Then the head snapped back towards him, the look changing to one of menace as her brow furrowed and the eyes slanted, arms and hands rising above her facing him in a gesture he was becoming all to familiar with. "Not strong enough," the hands came down onto his shoulders and as the air left his lungs his body flung back and he slid across the rough stones stopping as his head hit the low curb outside one of the tea houses. "Not strong enough," the words came as she drifted towards him, hands reaching out to rend him apart.

ShadowsLitany · Jun 14, 2015

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 (actresses/players) 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 Note(1): Problem with all this is with real people we will have differences. No one thinks of just England and princesses anymore.

Attached Note(2): 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.

ShadowsLitany · Jun 16, 2015

To: Park Planning
RE: London Tea Houses

After a review of the current design the Board has drafted the following reply to the Plan as indicated.
We note, quote: Are you fucking insane? :unquote
While we note that your minimum of 5 tea houses would be more than adequate, 30 is outrageous. 5 tea houses for each English Era is not going to allow for a consistent revenue stream, and seems more of a failure of originality than thoughtful design. New design submissions had best occur immediately. If necessary construction will be halted.

Thanks,

Management Board, Princess Industries

PS: The current buy out will note the failure of this design in our RFI

Attached Note: ******** Corp, Design Approved.

Elizabeth rolled over, looking up at David with large blue eyes. Face dusted with white powder and large circles of rouge on her high cheeks. Hands pushed on the ground and with a surprising agility for the dress she wore, snapped her legs and was standing before him with a click of heels on cobblestones. Her ruby colored lips thinned in a line towards him, the last vestiges of a smile on her face fading fast. Eyes turned hard as he Matron hung over his shoulder her arm languidly running up and down his body. David was beginning to like her attentions, in a strange, loving a demented cum-drinking spirit sort of way.

"If you are expecting a thank you, forget it." Elizabeth's voice was sensual, deep and resonating for such a tall, thin, beautiful woman. There was a hardness to it, like glass that cut quickly as she picked up her fan and smoothed her skirts.

"Honestly, I had no idea what to expect," David answered her calmly, a slight chill through his body as the Matron ran a finger over his nipples. Finding them poking through his t-shirt as she pressed herself against him, the thick smell of cream coming off of her. His backpack lay broken on the ground, as he turned to get it the Matron shook her heard and pressed her breasts further into his back, the softness of them a welcome relief on his sore muscles. "Other than maybe you not wanting to kill me."

A smile from Elizabeth, the pert nose turned up as she rubbed her forehead. A slight bruise disappeared under her touch, where David had banged his forehead against her. "Who says I don't?" Her eyes flashed as she dropped a finger from her forehead and then ran over her ass, covering the places he had struck her.

"Let's not waste time with Princess Bitch," the Matron suggested, her hand moving lower. The voice low, harsh, a suggestive whisper. "You have three more to deal with before the Queen Bitch."

"Three more?" Elizabeth looked curious now, head tilting slightly. "Who've you released? I can tell its weak, but not who."

"Japonaise," David answered as Elizabeth stepped onto a carriage, then a gestured towards them, the finger pointing to him then in a swirl gestured towards the seat opposite. The Matron pushed him forward and they sat across from Elizabeth who snapped her fingers, the carriage started moving. "So onto Paris then?"

"Paris? Why Paris?" He asked, as the carriage began moving itself slowly across the cobblestone streets, passing various storefronts with the names Edward's Tea Parlor, George's Tea Emporium, Victoria's Tea Palace, and other such amalgamations. Of all things that took his mind at that moment he could only wonder, why so many tea houses?

"If you've been through Japonaise then Paris is the next kingdom after mine," Elizabeth answered as she crossed her legs gingerly under the long skirts. A short spasm of pain crossing her face as David felt a familiar hand reach down and unbuckle his belt. A look of disgust crossing Elizabeth's face as her nose rose up as if smelling something disgusting, a wet set of lips swiftly descended over his dick, feeling his swiftly hardening length disappear into the Matron's mouth as she leaned over and began sucking on him. "Ugh, you filthy, slutty cow. Stop that. It defiles my carriage."

David let out a quick moan as the Matron turned her head so her face and mouth were facing Elizabeth, an exaggerated moan escaping her cock filled mouth. Pulling it out and licking it noisily from base to tip before jerking his length as it was suck into and down the Matron's throat, warm muscles sucking and pulling at the head of his cock. Elizabeth, a look of disgust on her face, turned aside, her eyes open to slits as David could just see she still looked. His hand reached over the Matron, grabbing a handful of her bare breast and rubbing his hand over it, the exaggerated moans and sucking sounds getting louder.

"Why are you here?" Elizabeth asked, David assumed it was to him, though he was not quite paying attention.

The Matron was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had, even for this place, and his mind was solely focused on how good it felt to be in her hand and in her mouth. The exuberance of her sucking, strong even for her, and the way she moaned and ran her tongue around him he knew it would not be long. "I," he started then stopped with a sharp intake of air as tongue and lips swirled and sucked on his sensitive tip. "I came to find my," another move to the tip forced him to inhale again, "find my mother."

Turning sharply towards him, eye brows narrowed. For a moment David focused on them, looking at the impossibly straight lines of her eye brows that angled up in just the right way with her face normal, now as if annoyed they were arching up from the bridge of her nose. David never knew eye brows could be so expressive. Then his body tensed, sweat breaking out on his upper lip and forehead. His heart hammered in his chest and his muscles tensed all over his body. Feeling as if he was pressing himself into the thin cushion of the carriage his body pushed itself down, as if trying to get away from the warm, wonderful mouth that was enveloping him. Then with a low moan that shuddered as his muscles relaxed and tensed he felt it again. That pressure building up inside him, his muscles pushing it out. His body rejecting whatever was inside him at that moment, his hand grasping hard on the large, soft breast that filled his hand.

"Uh," was all he could say as Elizabeth made another noise of disgust in her throat, though now her eyes narrowed they never looked away from his wet cock that the Matron had half out of her mouth. The Matron's face was one of delight, eyes closed, cheeks sunk in as half of David's cock lay wrapped by her lips, hand jerking him softly and reaching down to run her nailed fingers across his balls. David made only non-sensical noises as his cock erupted, a thick smell of cum emanating from the Matron who noisily slurped it all down, her throat pulsing with the thick waves of cum that she pulled out of him. Her swallows loud and erotic as she drained David who simply lay against the seat, body spent and limbs laying limp.

The Matron slowly pulled herself up, her mouth leaving his cock with a last suck and pop as she kept a hand on the root of it. At the tip was a small ball of cum, perfectly balanced on his shiny head. The Matron opened her eyes slowly a satisfied smile on her face, looking at Elizabeth intently, the slowly moving hand kept David hard for a moment as he lay back and breathed deeply. "Last bit for you, Princess," the tone was mocking but servile.

Elizabeth started, looking from the Matron to his cock and the small bit of cum that rested there. The Matron moved her hand, pointing the cock towards the Princess who slowly turned back. Eyes darting from the cock to the Matron, a look of suspicion on her face. The Matron opened her mouth, showing a large puddle of thick cum resting on her tongue, then closing her mouth opened it with a satisfied ah, the cum gone. Quickly Elizabeth leaned down, mouth unerringly to the cock and with a quick suck, and the Matron jerking the cock quickly, the bit of cum was gone, David gave one last moan and then felt like a puddle of something on the carriage. The Matron replacing his pants, and with an affectionate pat on his groin kissed his cheek. "That was a freebie," she smiled at him and then sat straight up, tray out, and a huge grin on her face.

"I, uh," David tried to get his thoughts together.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" Elizabeth looked at David, a lace covered finger running sensuously on her lips as if collecting the last of whatever shined there. David assumed it was his cum. Elizabeth's face gestured towards the Matron as she spoke.

David noted that the tea houses continued on this road, the names slightly repeated, each one vaguely the same on the outside, the store fronts looking all like some background set from a Charles Dickens movie. Even in the colorless atmosphere of the Park the buildings looked especially lacking in color, the feel was London that was unmistakable with the brick fronts, cobblestone streets, narrow lanes and iron wrought light poles and lamps hanging off the building. The atmosphere was still oppressive, but different here, as if it was the fog and not just what lay above them, the dark, swirling clouds above that hid everything, wrapping the Park in its shroud of shadows.

"Tell me what?" He looked at the Matron who had not moved since swallowing his load.

"That you can't leave here," the fan gestured around as he saw the Matron shake her head in agreement with Elizabeth. "The only way out, is in." As if to emphasize her point the fan pointed towards the shadow of the castle within the Park.

"I'll find the answers there?" He asked as the carriage slowly turned, when they came to the edge of London. A high wall of stone, topped with evil looking iron spikes, a wrought iron gate was closed and beyond it a swirl of mist.

"Answers," Elizabeth said as the carriage turned to let the side face the gate that slowly opened with a loud creak, the mist behind swirling at the motion of the swinging gates. "Probably not the ones you are seeking though." As the carriage stopped and the gates slammed at their fullest opening Elizabeth held the fan up to her left ear, opening it as it slid across her eyes before she stopped to fan herself. David felt as if she was trying to tell him something as he stared at her, she opened and closed the fan then repeated the gesture. A sigh as she turned away, the now familiar look of disgust on her face. "Get the fuck out of my kingdom," she told him in that voice of glass.

ShadowsLitany · Jun 27, 2015

Princess Francine
Ruler of the Kingdom of Romance
The Court of Charlemagne, Knights and Chivalry!
Photo Sessions: 11:15 - 12:05 and 2:15 - 2:45 daily, 5:15 - 5:45 Sat and Sun

They walked through the gates, the mist swirled around them. Within it a cloying smell of decay, an emotion of despair and something like hunger that gnawed at him. As the mist wrapped itself around them the Matron, at first holding his arm possessively, her back ramrod straight, as if her pride pushed her to stand that way. They walked through together, arm in arm, then when the mist collapsed around them the Matron stiffened more then went cold. As he looked she had changed back, the lifeless face stared ahead, blank and silent as he looked down. Barely seeing the smoothed rectangular stones under his feet.

For long minutes their footsteps echoed in the mist, the path passing by beneath his feet. The mist closing and he could barely make out her face, only the white, cold arm and hand that held tight to his arm. As if somewhere within her was still a presence that needed to keep him close, like an anchor to whatever it was she had been. The despair become suffocating, his breath thick with the mist that filled his lungs but never quite left. It's scent staying within each breath, getting stronger and stronger as he filled his lungs. The cloying smell almost burning within, making his lungs work hard. Breathing became labored as he moved through pure force of will, foot before foot, to get him across the floor. Soon he would be walking out the door. The Christmas song came into his head with the scent of despair in his nostrils, then he only had his father and each Christmas he was reminded of the fact he had no mother, they had little family. Most disowning his father at some point earlier, he knew of family but had never met them.

Black sheep of the black sheep. Stain of sin visited upon the sons for generations. It all crushed down on David his head hurting, feeling as if it was shrinking on his brain. Thoughts hurt. Feelings hurt. Smell had color. Everything was confused. Changing. Swirling. Movement, stillness. Colors tasted sweet. Sounds felt prickly. Thought came, mixed, where memory had texture in his eyes.

For long moments he was lost in a swirl of senses that were incomprehensible, his brain hurt and when the pain became a thick stab he fell through the mist like a door. Breath came easily as he fell to his knees. Arm jerked upwards as the Matron stood still as a statue. Lifeless for a moment. Her arm holding his left, the touch cold but not painful. Head arched backwards he breathed deep. The mist behind he could see the vague outlines of a gate behind, not that far, but definitely not as far as he had felt he had walked. Gulping in the air, its staleness was the same as the rest of the park, but it was better and less tainted than what he had been breathing in. A shudder passed through the Matron and the color came back, the face turning slowly down to him. A smile slowly breaking out on her face.

"Been awhile since I've felt that," she told him cryptically. Her arm effortlessly pulling him up.

"What was that?" Turning to look back, the wall of grey just swirled before his eyes. Almost hypnotic.

A hand patted his arm. "Come, you still need to see Paris."

David stopped for a moment unsure if he wanted to pursue the question, the look on the Matron's face told him not to. Sighing he looked down at her as he stood, "why are you helping me?"

She cocked her head and smiled, it was the sort of smile that promised everything, and nothing. Forelocks of dark hair falling over her face suggestively, "to help you."

"Why? Why help me? That's what I don't understand, you help the Princesses and me, that just seems at odds."

The smile broadened on her face, as if he was suddenly found to be intelligent. "Oh it is, more than you know. I am the Matron, the help." A pause as she considered something, "I am THE Help. I help everyone. It's what I do." Her hand waved about as she floated next to him. As he went to open his mouth again she put a finger on it, "shush, it will all become clear once you get to Rainbow." As he moved his head away from her finger to say something else she reached over and kissed him, hard. Her tongue slipping into his mouth, roaming over his teeth, tongue, and he swore almost went down his throat. "Save all those questions for later, sweetie," her hand pat his cheek affectionately.

Looking at her shocked, his arousal coming back as her scent had changed to include a scent of old tea as well as soured milk. About to say something when he put a hand on his shoulder, now noticing the lack of something. His backpack was gone. "Oh no! My backpack," as he turned back to look at London something broke through the mist and slid on the stones to stop at his feet. His backpack, the right strap broken. Picking it up by the broken strap, holding it in one hand, "damn it." The Matron moved a hand over his, putting the pieces together and before his eyes the threads moved and touched and joined together until the strap was the same as it was. Looking up at her wide eyed, then back to the strap and up again, "how did you..."

"I help," she shrugged and then pulled him gently forward as he swung the backpack over his shoulder and they walked down the path the large bushes of thick thorns grew above their heads, the branches thick and twisting. Long, thick thorns with glistening tips looked menacingly over them as the brushes seemed to shiver with their presence, as if sensing him and tensing in order to strike.

Something seemed to waken in the air, a small breeze floated through the air. The same miasma of decay of neglect hung heavy, filling his lungs with each breath. The path and the hedges seemed to merge as the air became hot, stifling, the slight breeze at first refreshing it then only made the air worse, moving hot air over him. Sweat broke out on the back of his neck, on his forehead, sweat running down his back sticking to his shirt as the backpack clung to him. Trickles of sweat ran into his eyes, stinging him with salt while the path curved around and around. The hedges becoming more animated, rustlings of dead leaves and branches broke the stillness, but when he looked David could see nothing.

A final sharp curve that ended in an archway, a 10 foot tall metal arch, entwined with bare rose branches, that curved around and around the metal poles and bracing. At the top of the arch is cursive letters was only the word "Paris". In itself the archway looked normal, decorative. Something about it unnerved David as he stepped carefully up and warily moved through it, small branches falling out of it as he moved through. Thorns and small broken vines fell on him like a shower, the thorns cutting into his skin with light scratches and snagging on his shirt, pants, and backpack. A chittering coming from the arch as he saw small, vague shadows darting within the arch and its maze of vines, the rustlings louder as the sound of tiny teeth chewing and chattering echoed above him.

Turning around saw he was in a small rounded area. Circles with two paths that led off into other circular area of similar construction on either side, each one with the same structure. The entrances of the further ones fading away into the dimness of the park. Rounded edges, with short, two story buildings leaning in giving a claustrophobic feel, a cluster of metal wrought chairs and tables before the buildings. Curlicue designs on the backs of the chairs, and rounded legs with the iron work skillfully done to have only rounded shapes, and each one perfectly copied. No sharp edges here. Nothing in the middle of the areas, just a space to walk through and the tables and chairs before the buildings. All of them bakeries or cafe's of some kind. The windows empty, devoid of much more than curtains that opened to dim, dusty shops and the faded aroma of yeast and sugar clinging to the hot air. It almost felt like an oven.

Turning, saw the Matron had disappeared. David turned around as he stepped inside the first circle, the Matron was gone. Shrugging his shoulders as he was used to her comings and goings by now, walked a few steps and looking around headed right, no sure which direction was useful at this point. Stepping from one circular area to another, it was like walking through a mirror copy. Each one the same. The air the same hot, stifle that pressed down on him making the sweat continue to soak through his back into the pack, while he wiped his eyes, making the sting of salt worse. Going in a zig-zag from right to left to right, the circles went on and on, as he looked ahead all he saw were more and more of the circles.

"Oh, who is zis?" A voice cooed at him as he turned, hearing something behind. She sat on a chair behind him, in a place he was sure had been emptied a moment ago. This had to be Paris. As she saw him looking she blew him a kiss with ridiculously painted lips, the skin was white but with a faint hue to the make-up. The eyes were blank, the lashes were thick and black, a small, round beauty mark below the left eye. Her lips were slightly colored, with heart shaped lipstick in the middle of her lips. Long, blonde curls were piled on top of her head like a beehive, with a small tiara at the base, and small jeweled drop stuck in the hair in a winding pattern from the tiara to the top.

Slowly she stood, the long, slim dress fell tightly around her legs, the material draping on the floor. Thin, calves led to thick, round thighs below a prominent ass, the dress belted tightly just above it, he could see the material of the dress pulled tight over her buttocks, and the way it shifted over her hips made it all suggestive as she pushed herself up with long fingers splayed on the table. The arms sheathed in sleeves of thin, plain lace that led up to a wide, open necked gown. That was where David's eyes rested. The open neck plunged down, in a deep v that stopped just above her navel revealing two of the largest breasts he had ever seen. His eyes hungered as he looked them over, Paris giving him a wide grin as he took in the huge, sloping curves of the breasts that looked to be bigger than his head.

A long, elegant finger traced a line from her neck down to the cleft between her cleavage and then over her left breast, sliding under the dress then moving away as she stepped towards him. Each step made the breasts ripple, but they stood out, impossibly erect under gravity and the thin fabric of the dress. Her voice was like the coo of a dove, soliciting him as she moved forward slowly, unlike the others there was no jerk of motion. No missed steps as the other Princesses had moved, Paris was smooth, flowing and all the time drawing his attention to her breasts.

"A visitor, por moi," the accent was so over the top to be comical if not for the blank eyes and face, or the large breasts that he could not tear his eyes away from. "How nice," she took deep breaths, jutting out her chest and sinking it to make them ripple. She was before him, a hand reaching up to his face, cooling and steady, a cloying scent of sweet perfumes that almost made him gag reached his nose. His pants tighter than he had ever felt them, David stood entranced. The hand cupped his chin, a sigh and slowly his head was brought up to her face, "it iz so nice to have ze visitor. It haz been zo long," she leaned up to him, pressing her impossibly soft breasts into him, the softness like pillows pressed into him, for a moment he felt his dick feel as if it was going to burst. "Come, mon cherie, a little kiss, no?"

ShadowsLitany · Jul 12, 2015

To: Marketing
RE: Yearly Numbers

The numbers this year are terrible. Doll sales are down. Show ratings have been plummeting. CD and DVD sales are down 30%. Park revenue and attendance is down 15% from last year. There seems to be a disconnect between product and consumer.

While "fans" are aging there is nothing for younger "fans" to latch onto, we need to bring in new "fans" or maybe male ones. Rather than keep the chaste appeal that has been there, add subtlety to the shows, bring in male and older "fans" to keep the base growing. Without growth all of this will die.

Sex sells, but it doesn't need to be overt, bring in some heat.

As she pressed herself against him, the softness distracting him as the black heart of her lips closed in, by lust he reached up and placed his hands on her breasts. Rubbing against them, the flesh soft but firm under his fingers, closed around them, the feeling of soft balloons under his hands, she stopped and moaned slightly as the lips stopped. Parting slightly a small moan escaped her lips. As his hands began to move over her dress, trying to reach more of them she turned and with the moan continuing she faded from sight. His nose clogged with an odd musky perfume that kept him hard as a slight titter hung in the air a moment fading quickly as she did.

"Non, non," the teasing voice came from behind him, a hand reaching out and pushing his hand away, reaching out she disappeared.

Reappearing behind him felt the pack lift up and away then soft, pillowy breasts press into his back. The body pushing close to him, the perfume of sour yeast coming back to him as he moved forward through the circle, her body weightless against him. Leading him on as he turned to see her there, the lips coming towards him. Pressing against him for a moment felt a shock go through him, the desire for her flowing out like a river into her. Hands coming up and holding his head still, the musk filling his sense.

As all the thoughts of her flowed out, something else came to mind, a picture. Of himself, father, and a scratched out face that he could never fill in. That flashed back faster and faster into his mind while he felt weak, falling down to his knees. The mouth and lips pressed against him, a tongue slipping into his mouth, a hot breath across his face as he was falling into himself, like a worn out battery. The picture flashed faster, and faster into his mind, his eyes. Until he struggled and David opened his eyes to see her blank face before him. Frustrated and angry he reached up and slipping his hands through the dress again rubbed and caressed her breasts.

"Ohh," she sighed and the river that had gone through his mouth stopped. She sighed and leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his hands, like a thick pillow that flowed around him he had never felt breasts this soft and big. As if they flowed around his hands, encompassing them, the moans increasing as the blank face turned to one of pleasure, the blank eyes closing to see the slight swipe of black make-up on her eye lids. "Oh no," she suddenly said surprised and disappeared again.

Stepping forward heard her again, turning quickly one way then the other. Spinning on his heel as she reappeared and came at him time and again, stopping as he got his hands on her breasts again, her passion increasing each time. The draw to her lips fading as if he was wearing her down, and as his hands caressed and slipped over and under her large, round mounds she stayed longer. Pulling her closer each time, slipping behind her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the body firm but light as she pressed against him. David's other hand slipping easily under her dress and caressing the large tits.

He had never seen anything so large, as she hung close he spread the v of the dress open, exposing the stiff buttons of her nipples. Pulling one up to his mouth sucked on it, a deep moan passing through her and in the ground. A slight shiver ran under his feet, the stones vibrating as she did when he sucked the sour tasting breast into his mouth, opening and sucking on it. His tongue slipping over and around the nipple. Lightly biting, her back arching in his arms as he took as much of it as he could in his mouth.

"Like that you little slut?" He asked her, the words feeling appropriate. The old phrase of treat a whore like a princess and a princess like a whore ran through his mind.

"Oh yes," she moaned softly falling into his arms. "Talk to me like that again," she held his head close to her. Pulling his head into her breasts as if smothering him would turn her on more.

Letting go he took the nipple in his hands and pulled it, the breast growing taut as it pulled away from her. The loud moan splitting the air like a thunderbolt. "I'll talk to you any way I like you horny little bitch," pressing his thumb and forefinger together, crushing the nipple in his grip. "You like to be teased don't you, slut?"

"Oh yes," she moaned, her body spinning into him. Both his hands on her black tinted nipples, pinching, pulling, teasing her. Bringing one up to her mouth she opened it and sucked greedily, increasing her own pleasure. "I'm a slut," she whispered to him letting her breast go. "I want it," she whispered huskily as her thick hair rubbed against his head, the accent fading, becoming more and more fake.

David knew was it was, and pushing her down he opened his pants. His own pleasure building as his hard cock slipped out, her mouth opened for it, "no, you stupid, little whore." Pulling the dress down he looked at her and thought about fulfilling one of his deepest fantasies. "Hold them together," he commanded her as she got on her knees, head down looking at his hard on, "that's it," he told her as her forearms pushed her breasts together.

Aiming himself from the underneath pushed his cock between them, the soft, cool skin parted and surrounded him in its softness. Like a thick, fluffy pillow his erection slipped through, the smooth, pink head appearing between her large white tits. His hips thrust harder and harder, watching her spit down on his cock to lubricate him, her moans getting louder and louder as his cock slipped through it. Humping her like a dog his hips pounded into her chest, the breasts springing back each time, her hands slipping out and pinching her own nipples bring the moans louder and louder as she finally stopped and her head snapped back and a loud, long moan came out.

The nipples protruded then seemed to lead something, his hands reached down to hold her tits against his hard cock and he felt the thick fluid leak out quickly from the nipples. Not quite milk, but not quite water the liquid oozed out. "Just what I need," he told her, rubbing the head of his cock on her stiff nipples. The liquid covering him and causing his cock to stiffen more, his arousal increased and not just from the nipples caressing his spreading head. His cock stood out, red and pink, the blood flowing down into it as he pushed his cock through her tits again. A few minutes of thrusting and he had his own orgasm.

Pearls of cum shot up to her face, her mouth reaching down to catching some of it, the rest of it spouting up and then down in shiny droplets to cover her breasts. The cum shot out again and again, as he thrust back it pooled in the cleft in her bosom. Seeing the pool there that was spread out as he thrust his cock out again. Stepping back he took cock in hand and rubbed it over her tits then putting a hand into the stiff head of hair, "open your mouth slut," he snarled and then shoved it in. Thrusting in to the root, the last of his cum jetting into her mouth as he pulled back.

Breathing heavy as she fell down to her knees then onto the ground, breasts spilling out of the opened dress. Stiff little nipples looked up at him. The shading changed as color came to her, the black tint of her nipples changing to a light pink color, the breasts large and tanned as she looked up at him with bright green eyes under the wig of blondish hair. Her mouth open, panting as she lay there for a moment, a hand coming up and catching cum on her finger, wiping it off her breast then sucking it in her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned her body writhing on the ground, "such good cum." The accent gone now, she looked up at him with her voice thick and husky, "want another go?"

ShadowsLitany · Jul 13, 2015

To: Design
From: Marketing
RE: Princess Design

Received current designs for Princess costumes and overall look for animated shows. After discussion we were unsure which porn site the designs came from. While the idea was for "sexy" the result of "slutty" was not our goal.

HR and IT will be down this PM once the web logs for each computer in the design department are reviewed. They will find out who was scanning porn sites from work machines, which is a violation of corporate policy, best if those responsible pack up and leave before IT comes. The result will not be pleasant.

We await the updated designs.

David caught his breath as he watched the color flood through Paris, like watching some off vision of pixie dust spread over her body the colorless look came alive. Tanned skin, the bared breasts showed no tan lines, which David thought incredible. The pink nipples still hard and pointing towards him as she stood up, the breasts amazingly firm and standing out from her body. With the narrow waist and thick thighs that were hugged together by the pink dress, she looked as if she was caught somewhere between slut and princess.

"A spoonful of," a voice came from behind and turning saw the Matron floating through the air to land beside him. The slight rattle of tea cup on the silver tray the only indication that she had let any disturbance into the unmovable tray. "Sugar!" She stepped up, a raised brow at Paris as an arm went protectively around his waist and pulled him close to her, "came all over those jugs, eh?" The voice was disparaging to Paris, the look, if given in what he was thinking of as the Matron's ghost form, the look probably would kill.

If David was not sure that Paris was herself a ghost.

"Matron," Paris nodded slightly, her hands pulling the dress up and covering her breasts again. The voice gave indication that Paris meant anything but a greeting, if David missed it the look of distaste that broke the heart shaped figure on her lips told him all. The v plunged down to just below her navel, for the first time he noticed that she had a small diamond piercing in her navel that swung as she moved. The light within shadowed and disturbingly at David's feet whenever she turned towards him.

Turning around David looked at the ground, "where is my backpack?" He said in alarm as he broke away from the Matron who hovered behind him.

"Backpack?" Paris repeated hesitantly, noticing the heart on her lips was red on light pink lipstick. Like an odd beauty mark, though it looked distinctly off under her pert nose and bright green eyes. She had a beautiful face, David admitted, high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin under the piled curls of blonde hair with pearls woven throughout the hair style. "You brought a backpack here?" She sounded incredulous, the heels hidden under her long pink dress clicked on the cobblestones, but she seemed to walk without issue as she followed him back to another of the circles.

"Yes," he answered her, trying to remember what happened to it. He vaguely recalled it coming off, but was not sure he had moved out of another circle. "It has everything I need in it."

"What would you need here?" Paris asked exasperated, the fake French accent vaguely coming in and out as if she was undecided to use it or not. "Though most men don't come this far in," she looked at him puzzled then at the Matron.

"He's already used that cock on Japonaise and London," the Matron said with some pride. "Fucked them good," stopping the Matron clicked her fingers and the backpack fell into David's arms.

"Thank you," he turned to her about ready to give her a kiss, when she leaned over and tilting her head jutted her cheek out to him. Hesitantly he leaned forward, his lips just barely touching the cool skin when she spun around and pulled his head close. Her hand running through his hair as she held him close, the kiss deep and passionate, the breath slowly leaving his body, a loud humming passing between them until the Matron let him go.

A look of victory on her face as she looked at him, "what's in there anyway?"

"Everything I thought I would need here," unzipping it he opened the main pocket, "rope, a couple of light sticks, pocket radio, extra batteries, a poncho, a few protein bars, and two bottles of water."

"For here?" Paris put fists to her hips, the brows above her green eyes raising as she looked at him like he was an idiot. "It's a fucking theme park."

"Is it?" He asked her without thinking. Zipping it up, opened another pouch and pulled out the scrapbook. All he had left of his father's memories of the Park. Within it were some photos of him as a baby, as he opened it and looked at one saw the swaddled infant held in the hands of his father who looked about 18, admittedly a dorky looking guy. The odd part was the part where his mother was, that figure was completely scratched out by some sort of knife.

"You?" The Matron asked, pointing a finger to the baby. David nodded, the finger went to the scratched out portion, "mother? Hmm, well that is interesting. He's kind of familiar, somehow." Paris looked over and at first pulled back t the picture in surprise, though she nodded in agreement with the Matron then the two noting then agreed turned and refused to look at each other.

"If you want to find out about that," Paris pointed a long, manicured finger at the photo, "you'll need to go there." The hand raised and he saw it clearer now as the area around them had cleared. David had not noticed it, when Paris had colored in, as he was referring to it now, this area stayed colorless. Now it had a shade of something in it, as if in a muted grey but the mist in the center cleared and there he saw on a rise the fairy tale castle, with something that seemed to be a pillar of black fire rising up and disappearing into the clouds that hung low over the park. "It's only a model," Paris said as she saw him looking.

"Rainbow?" He said as he put the scrapbook back, thinking again of his mother. Was his father right, was one of these Princesses his mother? Had he cum on her already? That thought aroused and sickened him, yet if one of them was his mother she was about his age, odd how he had not noticed it. The Matron was older, like the age he would expect a mother to be, but the Princesses were all young like him. If his mother was one of them, she was hot.

"Rainbow," the two said together then resumed not looking at each other. Paris spun a hand and the hedges opened to show him a bridge that looked to be made of glass, below it the thick ooze passed, this time though it seemed to be bubbling or breathing. Something within it stirred, as if it was some sort of large serpent that was waking slowly, moving and rippling under the thick ooze that filled the space between Paris and the next section.

"Welcome to the Kingdom of Atlantis," he read the archway as he stepped up to the bridge. "Atlantis? Really?"

Paris shrugged, "I just work here."

ShadowsLitany · Jul 16, 2015

Princess Atlantea
Ruler of Atlantis, the underwater kingdom
Adventure, mystery all beneath the waves!
Photo Sessions: 9:45 - 10:10 and 12:50 - 1:10 daily, 3:50 - 4:10 Sat and Sun

Seeing the signs near the bridge he turned to her, "Francine?" The schedule of her appearances had the times scratched out, as if some desire to not be so regimented had caused someone, or some thing, to deface the sign that hung lopsided on the fence.

Pursed lips made the heart shape look alluring as she pouted for a moment, "dumbest name ever, Paris isn't all that great but at least it has the mystery and allure of the city. Francine just sounds," she shrugged, making her breasts jiggle slightly. A slight wince in her face that settled into a smile, doing it again Paris had a sigh come from her mouth as she stood wrapped up in her own thoughts.

David looked at her as the Matron looked down on his with slight distaste, his eyes still on her breasts. The jiggling of them was almost hypnotic, drawing his attention, which made his pants beging to tighten again while his erection grew. Paris looked at him with a raised eyebrow, it was inviting and the focus on him was like a magnet pulling him in towards her.

The Matron slowly floated down in front of him, a cross look on her face, for a moment changing into her colorless - ghost form - and screaming at him. David stepped back, the connection between Paris and he broken as the Matron took his arm and led him away. His head turned back as Paris stood, her face had a slight come hither look, and she blew him a kiss with two fingers, and a wink. The fingers returning to her mouth, where she ran her tongue suggestively around a fingertip and then traced a line slowly down her chin and neck to between her breasts, letting the finger run slowly over both as her face took on an expression of delight.

"Oh," the Matron started with an exasperated voice. The pause in the air filled by implication of any number of supernatural deities that could be summoned as he was pulled forward quickly to the bridge where Paris turned with a shrug and the space between them was suddenly filled with growing vines. Lost to sight David turned to the Matron who looked at him from the corner of her eye, she was mad, the air around her seemed to seethe and waver. As if she was giving off heat from her anger. Opening his mouth to speak felt something come inside, the air was thick, moist. As he started David realized it was not anger that was in the air, water was rising thick like a steam bath around them. The air and space around the bridge shimmered as they stepped through what looked like a scintillating curtain.

In that instant his senses jumped the shark. The feeling of loss and want came over him, similar to what he had felt in the mist before after leaving London. There were no words to describe it other than what he noticed, where colors had sound and taste. Sounds had shape and smell. All of his senses seemed to constantly be shifting, as if wires in his brain where constantly being moved around and reconnected in any which way. Within it all he was himself and there seemed to be movement, he could hear it and taste it on his tongue, and within that something reached in and he was back to childhood.

Memories of being in school, realizing he had no mother, watching the other kids being protected or watched by their mothers and he had only himself, or his Dad if Dad had not been drinking. At first he had made up stories of a mother away on business all the time, the desire to have one had burned so hot inside him. Always a need for one, whenever he scraped a knee, fell off the swings, or got into a fight with another kid he wanted that kind touch. It was that which brought him here, the story of his mother in the Park, only finding out when his Dad had almost drunk himself to death and all David knew was "mother is in the Park." Everyone knew the Park, no one talked about it, and slowly his desire to come here had grown until David felt ready. All of this passed through him, and as it did the need for it all left him.

As they stepped out he had the memory, no longer the burning need or desire anymore. The thought drove him, but as the Matron stepped out with him, a look of surprise on her face, David had the thought he wanted to get in the Park and find Rainbow to see what happened. The drive, that was gone. He was doing it mechanically now, something on course to the end, but no really need to get there. Just a hollow wanting. His senses came back to normal, the surreal experience, it made him feel like he was drunk or stoned, again with no words to describe what happened he just walked and let his body return to what might be normal. For here.

A sharp rending cry broke his thoughts as he looked around, seeing they were in yet another area of the park. The cry sounded one more time, plaintive or angry. The Matron stiffened at the cry but held his arm tight, as if resisting it. "Uhm, isn't that Rainbow?" He felt as if he had to say something, the dullness of whatever had happened slowly passed over him.

"Yes," the Matron seemed annoyed. They came to a bend and this area of the park was meant to be an undersea kingdom, he suspected, the prevalence of ocean and nautical decorations abounded here. The houses and stores were all one floor, most looked to be made of poured sand, with the occasional outline of a starfish or crab placed on the outside walls for effect. There was a broken bow of a ship in the middle of a square, another looked to have a closed treasure chest in a ring of sand, or broken rock. It was all so generic, but the effect of it was good.

David looked at what must have been plastic, or glass, seaweed along a path, the fronds pointing up in waves, though the edges of them looked sharp. They ran along the path, a long, low wall that came up to his knees, the light within them moving and shimmering as if they were under the sea. The air was thick with moisture, a difference after the dryness that he knew now, existed in the other kingdoms.

"Do you need to go to her?" David asked the Matron troubled. Not sure what would happen to her if she did not answer the Princess' call.

Shrugging as they walked, a hand pet his arm to thank him for his concern. "No cum," the Matron said as if that was the answer to it all. "No tea, so no need to go."

"Well, if you need some," he gestured down with his chin. Offering his own to her without really knowing the words.

Smiling the Matron pulled him closer, "thanks, but I think its best for you if I don't. You have two more and you'll need it for them. Besides when you get there," a slim hand gestured towards the castle, "you'll want her hungry so you can get her something to shut her up."

"Shut her up?" He repeated in a questioning tone, then a slight laugh. "You know this all feels like a game," the Matron looked up at him sharply, brows knitted in a question. Her lips pursed as she silently urged him to continue. "Like when you have to face the Boss monsters, find their weakness and move on to the next one. At the end is the big boss." His voice got focused and rougher as he tried to take on the tone of a game commercial, it did feel like the games he played but it was real. Or as real as Princess Park was. "Have sex with the Princess in a special way and turn her to my side, then with them I fight the big boss."

A slight laugh from the Matron, it was not amused at all, the iron edge to it was unmistakable. "If you are fighting them, you have already lost." A moment of thought as she stopped, "sort of right though I guess. It's all kind of a game, what happened. Not a very nice one though," she looked sad and despondent for a moment. Eyes downcast as she stopped and let him walk ahead, a hand on his shoulder urging him on. "Ok, go fight the boss," she stretched herself forward, breasts spilling out of the ripped dress, and laid a light kiss on his lips.

"Any advice?" David asked jokingly, if she was here to help him, he may as well make use of her.

"Get her face wet," the Matron said after a moment and as he watched she turned. Not seeing it for awhile it jolted him back out of his familiarity with her. Each step was like a broken movie, she lurched ahead, once in vision then not. The body jerked one way then another, as she walked away, around the sand textured ground to disappear around a low sand castle shaped like an ice cream cone.

ShadowsLitany · Jul 18, 2015

From: *****
To: *****
RE: Fan Ficktion

Have you seen those fan stories out now? The images are something else! (See attachments).

Legal says they have no recourse due to free use and all that crap, still its getting word out. There are some threatening letters going out to web sites and authors of the worst of these, but that's just a formality. Legal says they need to show that they are trying to protect the brand. Attendance at the parks are up and merchandise is flying off the shelves. We have something here.

Don't bring up with Marketing and Design the uses people are putting the Princesses too though, I heard crying the other day....

David looked around, feeling more empty than scared at this point. Seeing three sections of the park the fear he felt at all of it was wearing thin, and he was more eager than ever to get to Rainbow's Castle. Walking among the glassy looking seaweed and the croocked coral formations it was as if Atlantea was a distraction and he was already past here and on to the last one. Then some answers. David desperately wanted answers, what had happened here, especially to his mother. That desire came back, burning with a new light inside him. Driving him on as he wandered among what looked to be a place at the bottom of the ocean.

The seaweed glistened, most things did as he looked around him. As if the sun was shining far above and reflected beneath the waves. The air heavy with water, dense and close about him, but he was here walking on the bottom of the ocean - minus the drowning. Stores and shops that looked like they were made to be like children's sand castles, the odd scattering of starfish, crabs, or cartoonish looking fish were stuck to the sides of the buildings or on occasion at the bottom of the seaweed. The air came thicker as he walked, almost coating the dust that covered everything, and in expectation he looked down to see the dust running off his body in the wetness. Only to be disappointed.

Now that he had brought it out he could feel the hard corners of the scrapbook in the backpack. Sticking into his back, the book was a reminder of why he was here. His whole reason for training and wanting to get into the part, his need to get in here and finally find out. Turning to look at the castle saw it was a fairy tale model, the towers were high and pointed, gaily colored with windows all over. It was the black pillar of flame that rose out of it and into the clouds that made him wonder what was in there, if these Princesses were the Court, then what was Rainbow if she ruled them all.

The sound came slowly, David barely heard it, thinking as he walked of Paris, London or was it Elizabeth he'd forgotten already, and Japonaise. "Give her what she needs," the Matron had told him, not what they want. The Princesses wanted him, or his cock anyway. Smiling at a bit of pride, glossing over the part where they wanted his cock to suck all the cum out and kill him. He'd given Japonaise a good ass fuck, thinking how sweet her ass felt as he rammed it, she had changed afterwards. London liked being spanked, though she did suck his cum after, and Paris loved a good tit fuck, loving his cum splattered all over her huge globes. David closed his eyes for a moment thinking about those big, sweet tits and how good they felt wrapped around his cock. All three of them wanting him, and he had to give them cum or something to get them to his side.

Lost in thought he stepped out to the grotto when the voice came strong, the air changing to something thicker, as if in the ocean and there was a current running in the air. It drew him in, with the music. Remembering the earlier fights he slipped his backpack off and leaned it against one of the sand castle buildings. A slight intonation that changed pitch, as if vocalizing, rang through the air. Almost a vibration as he looked up to see the sheltered area, the throne a large carved coral stalk that had forked branches behind it. Like a fan the coral split off in the shape of a large chair, the surface covered with seashells, starfish, and glittering gems. On it, long legs danging from the side, was the Princess, her long, curly hair covering her face and top of her body as hands ran through it with a comb.

Stepping closer she continued brushing, each stroke of the comb sounding like a wave on a beach. The intonation almost hypnotic as he came closer, seeing the opened treasure chest at her feet. Within it was a pile of what looked like coins, light reflecting off the treasure within, and from the gemstones, the reflection getting brighter as David stepped nearer, tense as he stepped closer to the figure who neither stirred or moved as he got closer. A salty tang in the air as he saw that Atlantea was barefoot, long feet, with long toes, swayed back and forth on long, lean legs. Only the burst of muscle in her upper calf showed through the slit of the dress, which he noticed was patterned after fish scales. The top of the dress looked like gauze, and over her small breasts were the outlines of what looked like seashells.

David stepped close enough to touch her, hesitantly reaching out as the brushing and vocalization continued. As if unaware of him, in itself somehow creepy, a slight chill went up his back as David felt he had to reach out to her. Touch her, see if she was real. The head and face covered by the long thick hair, the seashell shaped comb held in the wide, slim hands continued its slight movements, its hushing sound getting louder as he stepped closer. His hand reached out, his body leaned as he saw the dress was meant to make her look like a mermaid. Slowly his fingers closed the gap between them, closer and closer, his breath came tighter into his chest as he looked up at towards the face hidden by hair.

As his fingers almost touched her, the voice stopped. Hands stilled in her hair. David stopped at the same time. The head popped out from the hair, that moved as if in water, the blank white face leaped out at him from the hair. White eyes rimmed with black, the wide, opened mouth stained black and grey and the loud hiss that collected in the air between them and as he felt water hit him he turned his head. The feet pulled together and Atlantea's legs formed a tail that swished in the air between them, his head moved just in time to miss the first strike. Her body twisted in the air as the tail spun, striking him in the chest and knocking him backwards, the breath coming out of him in an "oof".

As he spun in the air she followed, hands reaching out for him, long arms that wrapped around him like steel and pulled him back. His body lurched then snapped back as she spun around like a ballerina and flung him out again. Following and catching him, tossing him to and fro in the air as his head swam. Losing track of where he was she darted too and fro in the grotto as she tossed him about like a balloon, her tail and body twisting to swim in the air following him after each toss.

Dropping on the ground he lay on his back, head spinning with only the Matron's words running through his head. "Get her face wet," for a moment he wondered. The air was thick already with water, though it wasn't really wet, just sort of dense. Like moving through a thick, invisible fog. He could spit on her, his mouth was dry but that seemed like something he could do. Part of him said no, that was not what the Matron had meant. Slowly getting his back against one of the sand castle structures he looked at her as she swam through the air, shrieking and hissing at him, her hands outstretched as she came closer to him.

His body moved with the answer, a hand reached down and unzipping his pants pulled out his semi-hard cock and began stroking it. She came closer to him, he could feel the spittle, or the thick air, on his face as her hair swam lazily about her, ignoring the air. David looked at her, stroking his cock, getting it harder and harder, thinking of the other Princesses as he did so. His hand was hard and rough on his shaft, holding it lightly, let his fingers run over his smooth head and just lightly pull on the loose skin of the neck. Paris' tits did a lot to help, and as he thought of her his cock responded and got harder quicker as Atlantea settled on the ground before him. Her expression still horrid as she looked up at him, the tail splitting to legs that kneeled before him, a slight bit of precum leaking out and giving him some lubrication.

Atlantea hissed and moved closer, looking from his cock to his face, her expression calming. David looked down at her as he kept stroking himself, her mouth closing and then a tongue running along it as he felt his cock harden and the smell of his precum floated between them. She leaned forward and put her mouth on the head, the tongue wrapping around it like a snake as she began to suck him wantonly. He knew how strong they could be, but also if he worked quick he could pull away. She sucked harder and stronger, the hair moving about her slowly as she brought him closer and closer.

Waiting until the right moment he let he suck him, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he was there. Right on the edge, his body responding to her, something in the air that wanted his cum. With a hand on her head he pulled it off, reaching down to stroke himself and moving her head to the side before she could react let the first jet of cum shoot onto her cheek. At its touch her eyes closed, a loud hum came from her slightly parted mouth. Thick streams of cum came out of his pulsing cock. Under his palm he could feel the muscles contract and loosen, the slight gap in the tip of his cock opened to let out the long, thick threads of cum. Crossing her face, covering her cheek, nose, an eye, David stroked and came letting it all come out and stick to her face.

A slight moan as Atlantea reached a hand up and rubbed it into he cheek, chin, forehead. Her other hand coming up and the two hands rubbing the cum over her face, a slight sheen to it as she looked up at him with closed eyes and a thick humming sound in her throat. From her forehead it was like the water washed down, her color coming in so quickly, the sound of a passing wave running over him as he held his softening cock in hand. Red, curly hair flowed over her head and lean shoulders, the wide red lips parted as she looked up at him, the narrow face and high cheeks tilted up as bright green eyes stared up at him, lost in their own desire.

"Have any more?" She asked smiling seductively as a finger came up, touching the end of his cock to take the last drop of cum that hung there and rubbed it onto her lips.

ShadowsLitany · Aug 11, 2015

To: All Park Employees
RE: Princess Photo Times

Due to recent events there will now be at minimum two minders with each Princess during photo times, one male and one female employee (at minimum). No more than two adults will be allowed in the photos at a time, and certainly no more than males in the photo, no repeats of the recent groping incidents with Princess Rainbow if you please.

Please also remember the following:
No touching of the Princesses are allowed during photos
No adjustment of the costumes
No removal of costumes
No signs

Let's avoid further incidents as much as possible.
Thank you!

"Ever fuck a mermaid?" She asked him, the green eyes sparkling as she went back to her rock and noticed how it had been formed to look almost like a throne. The same cement-formed sandstone as everything else, with shells and colored glass placed in it in a spiral from the top, the flattened top allowed her to sit and with her legs together she looked like a mermaid perched on a rock. Her long, lithe body stretched out before him, her legs magically changed into a tail as the long dress swept down.

"Uhm no," he answered her matter of fact, looking around at this part of the park. Expecting a scream or something to come from Rainbow's Castle. At the moment nothing. As his eyes looked he could see it clearer now, as if some kind of fog or mist had been hiding it and was slowly fading. "Mermaid's don't exist," David spoke but he was no longer looking at Atlantea.

"Are you telling me this doesn't exist?" She answered him in a pouty voice.

As David turned he saw that she had moved her hips slightly and as her long, round thighs were together in the skirt and pulled up, her ass was raised and just about where her vagina was there was a slit in the skirt. It opened with her movements and David could see her naked pussy within, her hand suggestively rubbed her ass and slid down her leg, a finger trailing slowly through the slit in the skirt and as David watched he could see the pink skin glisten. Her hands slid over her body, ran down her thigh then up and over her ass and hip, a slight moan came out of her mouth as a him, her legs twitching together under her touch as David realized his cock was still out and slowly hardening as he stared.

"Oh," Atlantea said in a sultry surprise, "I see something that I like." She reached over and wrapped her hand around his shaft and with a subtle tug brought him closer, "I love cum on my face, but do you know what I love even more?" Slowly David raised his face to look at her, the green eyes slitted lustily as they stared at him. The long, curly red hair fell down her back in a chain of ringlets that stopped just above her ass and as he looked his body moved closer until the smooth tip of his cock was being rubbed against her moistening slit. The smooth, round top made him shiver with the ecstasy of feeling her wetness rubbing against his head, she drew the long side of his head against her vagina covering him with her wetness.

"What do you love even more?" The words finally formed in his mouth, his tongue seemed to not work quite right as all he could think of now was how much he wanted to do her.

"A good, long, hard," she trailed the words out slowly as she rubbed him against her, the last work coming out soft but with more meaning than he had ever heard the word have before. "Fuck," with just a slight movement of her hips his head slipped inside her.

She was warm and wet, she started with a slow hum that grew as she moved him in. David could only respond until he was halfway within her, then his body began taking over and he began to thrust harder and faster into her. Stepping up on the throne he pushed himself deeper, Atlantea moaned and leaned over, her hands pressed on the throne, her mouth open and he could hear her breath come long and hard. David didn't care about anything else right now other than cumming inside her, each thrust brought him closer to that goal. As he leaned over her, his body pressing hers into the stone beneath her she urged him on. The slight hum in the air drawing him closer and closer until his seed spilled into her. Long jets of it flowed through him as he groaned deep and hard, pushing and thrusting as his cum flowed in her. Atlantea came and he felt a rush of juices run down his cock and begin to mat his pubic hair, the inner walls of her vagina gripped his cock tightly as he body tensed and arched before relaxing.

"Again!" She moaned as her hips slid up and down on his shaft.

David reached down and put his hands on her ass to hold her tight, feeling the soft cheeks under the dress as his fingers gripped her flesh hard. His cock was still soft inside her, but as he moved himself he could somehow feel the stiffness returning. He was able to get two thrusts inside that wet hole again before the face appeared before him upside down. The Matron hung in the air before him, her eyes slitted like Atlantea's except in those eyes there was no lust, only anger. Upside down her hair still fell onto her shoulders, as if gravity did not affect her the Matron hung there a moment, her eyes looking down to the cock that penetrated Atlantea's pussy, then they came back up to David's face which had on it a glazed expression of lust and contentment.

The hand that slapped his cheek was surprising. Not as much as the fact that it turned his head to the side, then the rest of his body followed. Cock pulled out of Atlantea's pussy, moist and covered with cum, David thought he heard a slight pop. Time seemed to slow for him as the pain creeped across his face and into his brain, the haze of lust that had fallen over him shattered. Then he was on the ground rolling over, his shoulders hurt where he fell on his backpack and rolled onto his arms to protect his face, then his cock hurt where it struck the ground. Clenching, he rolled into a semi fetal position as he rolled over against one of the sand castle gift shops stopping with a thud, and a long, soft moan.

"What did I tell you about fucking them?" The Matron stepped over as Atlantea's moans ceased, a disappointed look came on the lightly freckled face of the Princess.

"Only once," David moaned, clutching his cock that was semi-hard and hurt from where he had fallen on it. For a moment he thought that it was broken. Swearing lightly under his breath he heard the shoes walk over to him, then a nailed hand grabbed his shirt and effortlessly lifted him off the ground.

Angry dark eyes bore into him as he looked at her, the tea tray unsettled and perfectly balanced. "Once, and yet you give her two! Are you as fucking stupid as I thought you were?" She let him go and he fell in a pool at her feet, "I thought you were learning, but no. Give them what they need, not what they want, and no more!"

"You never said no more," he answered defensively getting his softening cock back into his pants.

"It was implied!" The shout echoed at him and for a moment he saw her as he did at first, the shadowed form with no color that made him think of the dead. "Get yourself up dumb ass, you still have one left to go before Rainbow." The Matron turned and Atlantea was on her rock, smoothing her skirt, "and you! Keep those thighs closed you fucking slut."

An innocent expression came onto Atlantea's face as she shrugged her shoulders, when the Matron turned away a sly smile and soft giggle escaped as she tilted herself slightly to look at David. The slight breasts in her dress pushed out and she gave a slight wave with a wiggle of her fingers as David slowly stood up, brushing off his pants and wincing in pain as he stretched his back. The Matron looped an arm around him and pulled him away, Atlantea continued her singing as they passed out of sight. A flickering aura of anger surrounded the Matron as she pulled him along, David went to speak a few times but the set of her lips and the stiffness of her shoulders told him that speaking was not the best thing for him now.

They came to another gate, this one was large and imposing. David thought you could drive a truck through it, but just on the other side of the gate was the same mist he had seen before. Something in him did not want to step into it, he slowed his steps but the Matron grunted and pulled him on. The wrought iron gate shivered a moment, as if it did not want to open. It was high, mostly squared off with bars of iron that criss-crossed across most of the expanse, with slight curled designs that he realized looked like waves in the center of each gate and across the top. The gate shuddered and as the Matron looked back angrily she stamped a foot, the shoe clicked then sounded like thunder at his feet. A wave shimmered in the air and rolled across the ground to the gate that shook and rattled for a long moment and with a loud squeak opened before them.

"Get going cock, one more then we can end this." The Matron pushed him forward.

"I have a name," he retorted to her as he turned and stood his ground before the gate. Realizing only too late that it was the worst thing he could do.

"Only if you survive, for now you are just a cock." The Matron looked at him, the eyes still brimming with anger as she flicked a finger at him. David felt it hit him in the chest and he sailed backwards through the air, the mist surrounding him as the last thing he saw and heard was the loud creak then clash of the gate closing.

ShadowsLitany · Aug 21, 2015

Princess Araban
Princess of Mystery!
See her dance of the veils! Hear the mysteries of the desert.
Photo Sessions: 10:45 - 11:10 and 1:45 - 2:10 daily, 4:50 - 5:10 Sat and Sun

It was the same mixture of sensations as before, where his senses seemed mixed up. Touching colors, smelling words or was it touching words and smelling colors? The senses were mixed, jumbled, and kept readjusting. This time, within it all, David could sense something. Words. Thoughts. Some sort of communication that came through it all. Simple. Three letters he could smell and taste. W-H-Y. All that came was a thought of mother and he was falling down a spiral, spinning around, no sense of up or down, his body tried to find it and when he thought that it was there. It was lost. David was not sure, but he think he vomited.

Mother. It was all that came to mind and suddenly he was lost in memory. Some of them were vivid. Others were in black and white, still others showed him only the person speaking, everyone else was a ghost. The imperfection of memory where a smell was overpowering in one, while in another the voices were muted, a hash of sounds that sounded more like something from a cartoon he had seen on TV once, something with a kid who had a round head. A jabber of sounds echoed through his head as he recalled every moment that he had ever thought of his mother, wanted a mother, desired one. On Mother's Day. When at the park watching other kids with the mother's hands on them, just once wanting that touch.

After all the thoughts of his mother he found himself thinking of all the other things he ever desired, large and small. From a gaming console, to that pair of sneakers he just had to have in 5th grade, up to a recent face that overlaid all those of the Princesses. The Matron's face stared at him, her body, the feeling of her when she had made him cum. Again and again that memory played out, until he was more aroused than he had been before. Then like a blackboard it was wiped clean, a swipe and the feelings of arousal were removed. Then brought back to be wiped again.

David had no idea how long he was there recalling. Just a few seconds to race through everything that he had ever known, most memories forgotten but somehow dredged up for his viewing pleasure. Could have been hours. Time seemed to have lost all meaning now. Visions of a mother popped into his head, every fantasy he had ever had about her looks showed up. Famous mothers from TV shows, from holiday cards, other people. The faces ran by his eyes, like a deck of cards shuffling with each one showing itself for just a moment, but long enough to take notice. Then it was all gone. As if the memories were enough there was only blackness.

He hung there for what seemed an eternity then there was the slow creeping of shadow in the darkness that surrounded him, buoyed him in the air. Then he was in the air, sailing though a dry, hot air as he popped out of the mist. Screaming as he flew the ground came close, the sandstone colored cobblestones came closer and closer to his face. The buildings of cut, brown stone flanked the path as he swung his arms as if swimming, his legs kicking and his voice rising in pitch. The ground coming up quickly, too quickly.

Then he hung there, something hard and cold about his ankle. Swinging down then back he still screamed as he looked up and saw her standing in the air, as if she was on the ground. Her hand clasped tight around his ankle and the Matron looked down on him with disdain until his scream ended. For a long moment he looked up at her, his head below her dress and he could see up the edges of the skirt, the long bare legs revealed until her mid thigh. After that he couldn't make out anything, but the sudden thrill of looking up her skirt took his attention away from the mist. His eyes roamed up and down her legs, following the slight bulge of her calves, the slimming of the knee, then the roundness of her thighs that became covered in shadow under the dress.

"Are you done?" She asked, rolling her eyes. Then dropped him the remaining distance to the ground. It was maybe a foot and he almost felt embarrassed as he lay there.

"What the fuck was that?" His head ached, the idea of whatever he had passed through was settling down to a vague memory that made him remember something happened, but not what. The details of it fading already, his senses could not grasp what it had been like in the mist, they ached and for a moment he tried but his mind refused to recall.

"You'll find out soon enough," the Matron looked down at him with some measure of respect, or sadness. Her eyes changed as he looked at them, as if something was just beneath the surface of them ready to come out. David went to speak and she began to rise slightly, "just take care of Araban and the way will open. Then, everything will be revealed."

"Araban?" David stood as the Matron began to rise.

"Yes, Araban. The last Princess of the Court, just give it to her good and hard," the Matron turned and rose high into the sky. It was lighter above the park now, as if the covering was clearing with each Princess that he fucked or came on. "Just follow your cock's natural inclinations," she suggested as she rose and moved around the park out of sight.

Looking around David noticed the dust was everywhere still, but it looked as if the Park had not been cleaned for a long time. The sky above still roiled, the bottom of a layer of clouds that hung low and menacing gave him a feeling of claustrophobia as it seemed to seethe above him but more noticeable now. The dark and shadow that had lain over everything, bleaching the colors away, was receding. As if by fucking or cumming over all the other Princesses the Park was returning to the way it really was, or should be. Or maybe it was his will working its way through it all now, opening it up with his own desire to find what he had missed all these years. The Park began to show its true face, an aging edifice bleached dry under the hot sun, the silence still hung with menace, though this was more subtle than overt now.

As he looked at the buildings along the pathway they had that generic feeling of something from the desert, or the Middle East. Like the ill defined areas of Paris and London, the feeling was there, but it didn't give that sense of really being there. The buildings were squat, square shapes or stone and brick, with wide windows that either curved at the top to a point, or were circular in some form. The doorways behind rows of simple columns followed the same pattern, with the tops rounded or like circles stacked on each other, not cut off linearly as David would have expected. Giving this part of the park a different feeling of alienation than the others. It was new, exotic, or more like a bad imitation. The walls were sometimes decorated with repeating patterns of curved writing, not like the Celtic knots and swirls he was used to, more like arabesques, graceful flowing curves that looked to form a pattern on their own ellipse, and a larger pattern that looked repeated as one stepped away and looked at the whole.

Only when he heard the music did he stop. Drums and pipes that played on some sort of old loudspeaker the sounds drifted in slowly from above, the occasional twang of a guitar or string sounded, though he wouldn't all it music there was a rhythm to it. As David stepped into the open square, the sand colored stone cut into a ring of columns that simply surrounded a platform in the middle, it was only then he noticed that other than the occasional palm tree there was no other vegetation here. Within the ring she moved. As if on a stage, a performance just for him. The same jerky movements as the others, even with familiarity it was still unnerving to him as he watched her move, at times looking to jump ahead 3 or 5 steps. The eyes were blank, white spheres that almost glowed in her face. Long, thick lashes moved as she blinked, in some ways it was enticing, if she'd had eyes, now it just felt creepy. Araban moved about like some sort of belly dancer, her shoulders back and torso twisting slightly, abdomen moving in a wave as she stepped about within the ring of columns.

She was dressed overall in veils, or gauze, with small square cuts of cloths that went over her shoulders and across a set of fairly large breasts, or just hugged her hips and barely went over her ass. Like a tube top, with the shoulders it looked more like a small, fitted vest. The same shape of shorts covered her nice, round ass and wide hips. The rest of her was bathed in gauze. Rising in layers over her shoulders and across her chest, some of the gauze billowed over her arms. Similarly the gauze wound about her waist and down her legs, almost giving her the illusion of wearing large pantaloons, that were see through. Her legs were curvy, that sort of thick, healthy, round calf and thigh that made him think she'd spread those legs easily in bed. The small slippers were shiny and just covered the bottoms of her feet, they came to points on her toes and turned up, to curl over like something a genie should wear.

Her skin was olive brown, a deep, dark tan that glowed under the faint blue of the gauze. With a wide face, dark, thick brows plucked to fit perfectly over her deep set, white eyes. A wide straight nose that flared as she breathed, a small dark jewel stuck in the side of her nose, whether glued there or her nose was pierced, David could not tell but the gold of it shone against the skin. Dark black hair coiled around her head, then became a long pony tail that was threaded through with gold string that held the hair together as it rested down her back and ended just above the round cheeks of her ass. The abdomen was bare, the skin tight and smooth, it rippled as she moved. Her body adjusting to the music as she sensed his approach and stepped across towards him, the jerky movements fading as she closed on him. The wide lips tightened and almost smiled as he approached, the look on her face more of hunger than anything else.

David looked at her and as he thought about giving it to her good and hard found his hand was already rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. With a smirk of bravado he unzipped his pants and began to stroke his growing cock. Eyes intent on her as he stood there at the edge of the columns, hand on cock, not caring that he was jerking it off so openly. Stepping into the ring she moved about, yet always towards him. Looking at the swaying, bare midsection he licked his lips. The arms and hands curled out and around in some odd dance, as he thought of her hands around his shaft, stroking him. Instead of his own hand that expertly made him hard. Looking down at the thick, growing erection chuckled, "no one does me, like I do me."

Araban sighed as she came close to him, her hands reaching out for him. A hand on his shoulder touching and then grazing down his chest to pull away. She spun about, her hips moving from side to side, as her long, thick thighs shimmied under the gauze and a hip just brushed his leg. Moving close, then away, a slight touch to get him interested as her body gestured while David lost himself more and more into his lust for her. He wanted her. Seeing her breasts under the top he wanted his hands on them, touching them. They moved slightly, but were not free to move, the vest held them tight but he could see the rounds as they appeared in the open neck of the vest. As he thought it she moved and shook her shoulders at him, the tight vest holding her breasts so they did not sway too much. When his eyes ran down to her hips and ass, she turned and as if showing off while shaking her waist from side to side, butt cheeks stuck out and moving from the sharp jerks she made side to side, the gauze flowing and starting to the movements.

David's turgid cock began to ache. As the blood flowed down to his cock, his hand slowly stroking it as he looked upon Araban with simple desire. The vein at the root of his member was thick and extended, the pulsing vein blue as his cock hung out before him like a limb that reached out for her. A smooth mushroom head peeked out from his hand that followed the length of his shaft, his hand coiled around lightly while skin shifted under his hand. The air was dry, like his cock and he felt the roughness of his palm, his hand touched enough, fingers moving to just graze his sensitive spots on the underside to keep him aroused but not hurt as he masturbated for her. The blank eyes, under the dark lashes, looked shyly at his cock as she danced. He seemed to be turning her on as much as she did he, if the sharp points of her nipples in the top told him anything.

She came to him, black maw open and hissing. As if sensing the cum inside him. David, moving outside of himself, side stepped her and his hand reached the band of her shorts hand touching her cheeks. Fingers slipped in to the top and a quick motion brought the shorts down, baring her round, dark skinned ass. Her head whipped around, the long, thick ponytail moving club-like at him. His hand snaked up and around, slipping under the vest and as his hand brushed over her soft, perky breasts he bared them. Seeing the dark skin, and darker nipples that were pointing out already, the round areola almost looked black against her dark skin. With a tap between her shoulders David was behind her and in a motion his cock was aimed between her thighs as she bent over, the long slit of her sex coming into view.

"Take it bitch," he growled as he aimed and slipped himself inside her. In one stroke he was inside her and she hissed in delight, her arms swaying back, fingers touching or pointed out as if she now had the one thing she had been craving. Grabbing her wrists held her arms behind as she moaned, the music beginning to rise in tempo while David found his hips moving faster and faster with the music, and with her.

ShadowsLitany · Aug 26, 2015

To: Legal
From: Marketing

These cosplay and fanfiction stories are a godsend and a detriment, attendance is up but the recent upsurge in “Princess Parties” on college campuses are becoming a problem on the internet. Too many semi-porn party videos are showing up online, causing issues with the Court in the Park.

Is there something we can do about this?

To: Marketing
From: Legal

No, free use is free use. Princess Party videos (have you seen some of those? The chicks are hot!!!) are just something we need to distance ourselves from. Not much we can do to beat it (see what I did there?) Face it, you are victims of your own success, if we could capitalize on this we should. The Park is up and coming (I did it again!!) and will survive as long as we provide that fantasy, at least until the kids grow up. Maybe you should look into capitalizing on that.

David thrust in her hard, feeling her body move with him. It felt odd, unlike the others, she was in rhythm with him. Or he her. Each movement was just enough to excite them both. Araban was before him, on the ground, hands and knees spread apart, the cleft of her ass held tight as his hands covered both cheeks and pulled her lightly back to him. Each wet thrust made the soft, wet sounds of sex that turned him on more. To think that he could make her this excited, his cock felt wonderful within her, held tight within velvet walls of sex that gripped him and tickled the sensitive places on his shaft as he rammed himself in her.

Looking down he spread her ass and dripping spit onto her anus rubbed his finger while his cock slipped in and out. Then in time, his finger slipped inside her. Her stomach tightened, the walls about his shaft closed in and she threw her head back, long, hair flying as she came. Smiling he moved more of his finger inside, first one knuckle, then another, moving his finger in and out as his hips moved. As if he wanted her too she came. A rush of wetness covered his crotch as wetness spread out and seemed to shoot over his cock and balls, the liquid dripping down and almost spraying over him as he thrusted slowly into her until he began to speed up again.

Bending over her, reaching his hands around to hold her breasts that shook with each thrust. Touching them, feeling her pointed nipples rub into his hands brought him to the edge and he came. Something flowed through him. As if he was a conduit for something in the air his cock began to spread his thick seed inside her. Painting the inside of her womb white. His eyesight shattered, a light flowed over and through him and the cum rushed out, a river that filled her up. As he sat back and pulled himself out there was the loud, wet sound of cum as what was inside her leaked out and ran down her thighs and onto the costume.

"Damn that was fine," he sighed as he sat on his heels.

"It was something," the Matron's voice came from behind him.

"Another slut for his collection?" The sneer of Princess London was unmistakable.

A finger and arm came over his shoulder as the red hair fell over his face and Princess Atlantis reached down and wiping her fingertip over the tip of his cock, causing him to inhale sharply at the sensual feeling. She pulled back a wet fingertip and smacked her lips over it, "its different. Tastier," she hung over his shoulder and reached a hand down and he saw her eyes widen, her lips shape into a silent o.

"What in the," Japonaise and Paris said at the same time, stopping and looking at each other. A look of distaste passing between them.

Looking down as the others did noticed his cock had grown, his balls as well. Now as thick as his arm and over a foot long it stuck out, even when it seemed semi-hard, his balls were about the size of baseballs and felt full. Atlantis began stroking him furiously as the others crowded around, Araban pulling her clothes back in place, her brown eyes focused on the huge cock that had just been ravaging her. A hand came over and slapped Atlantis away as the Matron stood next to him, her finger wrapping around him as much as she could, her arm stroking out and back. Her hand looking ridiculously small on his huge cock. It did not take her long and within moments another torrent of cum was spraying out onto the Princesses who all kneeled before him.

Caught under his rain of cum they all smiled, or sneered, but that all touched the cum and brought it to their lips. An echoing of enjoyment as they all relished the taste, the spurts showing up as long white strands on their cheeks. Paris raised her breasts and the Matron guided a long strand that ran from one curved, beautiful globe to another. London reached forward, her mouth opening as she licked the underside. Her light, pink tongue flipped a switch inside him, a huge spray of cum came as she hurriedly covered the tip with her mouth. Slowly her cheeks bulged with the amount of cum that the Matron milked out of him. Slowly the flood of sticky, white fluid stilled within him and his cock began to shrink slowly as the Princesses began to lick and clean their faces and exposed chests.

"What the fuck happened?" David caught his breath, feeling as if he had run a marathon as the Matron took her own taste of the fluids that dripped off his cock and with a small pat on his cock placed it back in his pants.

"Did it choose him now?" Paris asked, the same fake French accent back. Her long lashes flicked at him even as she stood and stared normally.

"Looks like," the Matron began as the air around them shook. The sudden gasp coming from her as there was a slight breath of air that passed over them all.

Something within the park shifted. David felt it as if some veil had been physically ripped away from his eyes. For a moment he was the Park. He could see it all. The small kingdoms of the court all laid out before him, all except Rainbow's Castle that stood in the center of it all, hidden and inviolate as the black river spun around it. The Park took a hesitant breath, as if it was waking, then the moment passed. David sat there looking at them, feeling as if could feel it, feel them. The Princesses, and the Matron, were around him and looking expectantly as he felt an energy course through him. A base emotion flared as if he wanted them, desired them, lusted for them, but that was all. Once he came on them, he had nothing more other than the need to do it again.

A pain in his groin as he felt it grow again, doubling over he squinted from the feeling of pain in his pants as his member grew again, to the delight of Japonaise and Paris who took his arm and rubbed her hand over his growing erection. Her fingers skillfully opened his pants letting it out, not as big as last time but it was growing again. "We should get him in there before he explodes," Paris said, her accent more natural now as he realized he liked her that way. Wanted her to act like some caricature French Princess with huge tits he could cum all over.

"Very well," London snapped her fingers and the carriage appeared. "Just don't get cum all over the seats, I have to ride in this thing you know."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Araban added as an afterthought while they helped David up into the cart and crowded around him.

Atlantea kneeled between his knees, sucking and licking his balls as Paris stroked him, the Matron rolled her eyes and floated behind them. The carriage moved forward, towards the river of dark ooze. David felt that flash from before, the river ran through the park, but it came from there. From the castle, as they neared it he could see where it ran down channels cut into the raised ground where Rainbow's Castle stood. The ooze slowly flowing down and into the river, it smelled musty, of old sex and desire. The dry touch of a fading childhood and dreams that changed over time to something more erotic than fanciful. His senses warped as Atlantea made him orgasm again, her mouth filling, her throat furiously swallowing more and more of what flowed through him. Then the carriage stopped.

"Let's go," he groaned as Atlantea moved aside. London rolled her eyes and pointed ahead, there was no road across. There was just the river of ooze. "Fine," he groaned and without knowing how or why raised his hand.

From the ooze something rose. It looked like an old bridge. Iron work and brick, at first covered with the ichor that slowly fell away. Rising from the dark depths and stopping as it came even with the road, the other end stopped with the groan of stone on stone. A small cry started from the castle, that faded as soon as it started. The Princesses turned and looked at the castle, some glint of satisfaction appearing in their eyes as they turned to him.

"Let's go," he said as the carriage slowly began to cross the bridge, to Rainbow's Castle. David knew, somehow, that they were the only visitors there since the Park closed, part of him was afraid of the answers he would find there.

ShadowsLitany · Sep 5, 2015

Princess Rainbow
Princess of the Court!
The one and only ruler of the Rainbows! Visit her in the castle.
Photo Sessions: 10:45 - 11:10 and 1:45 - 2:10 daily, 4:50 - 5:10 Sat and Sun
Court Session (all together): 2:50-3:10 daily in the Courtyard of Rainbow Castle

As they passed over the thick water David sensed something in it, a pulse was the only way he could describe it. Somehow, someway, the river is viscous liquid was alive. Through it he sensed the park and the way it stretched out before him. As if he was now connected to it, and through it, to them. The five of the them gathered about and as his attention turned to them they looked up at him with expectant eyes.

"What would you like us to do?" Paris asked as she pressed herself against his left arm. Her soft, large breasts touching him as she leaned in and shook her body just right.

"Would you like more?" Atlantea asked as she sat on the floor of the carriage, her red hair decorated with sea shell shaped combs, her hands up at his crotch teasing him.

"I," he started as he felt the castle come closer, a stifled cry coming from within as he could feel Princess Rainbow. "I can feel her," he sat back enjoying being held by Paris and London, who simply held his hand in hers in her lap. She was the most distant, within she was the most wanting.

"You're becoming its master now," the voice of the Matron said from above as she floated alongside the carriage. She looked at him and poured a cup of tea, at first he flinched but as he watched he saw steaming tea pour out from the pot. A fragrance of something that stirred his memory, the Matron reached down with the cup and saucer, London took it and blowing on it raised the cup to his lips.

"You have become all of our masters now," London said softly. As if it was something that could not be true, and never would so long as it was not spoken aloud. "You command us, and soon," London raised the chipped cup to his lips slowly, turning the chipped part of the cup away. London's head tilted towards the castle, "and soon, you will have her. Then the Park is yours."

Mine? David thought as the cup touched his lips and he realized he was thirsty. For a moment he wanted, desired, dreamed of, the kind of tea he Father used to make when he was little and sick. As if it was a connection his father always put the tea in a small chipped cup from the Park, the same cup that London held to his lips now. The hands stroking his arms, legs, and crotch somehow kept him calm and in tune with what was happening around him. The feeling of a lightning rod in his head began to start, a power flooded into him and through that he could sense more and more of the park. Each kingdom, a place unto itself, each ruled by one of the Princesses arrayed before him.

As his eyes lighted on each and to some place of desire he saw them blush slightly, a turn of a shoulder or a movement on some part of their body and he felt a reaction. A connection. Like a string that led from them into him, like puppets and he was the puppeteer. As he thought something, they reacted. David knew, without really knowing how, that he controlled them. As the sweet tea of childhood rolled over his tongue and scorched his throat in the way he remembered, David just knew he was the master here. They would do what he wanted, when he wanted. Except, he didn't want them. He only wanted, what? A hesitation and he could not remember why he had come.

As the tea stopped and he looked down, the cup clinked as it was set back on its saucer and handed back. "My mother," he began.

"It's not time yet mon cherie," the fake French accent was back to Paris. David noticed it came and went, only now he wanted it to remain, somehow it made her more attractive. The small black heart painted on her lips made his desire flame and he wanted her, needed her, now. That brought a smile to her, her voices lowered to a husky tone. "Only when you have taken care of her, then only can you have everything." The last word was whispered into his ear, a seductive promise for more, of everything, that would come after.

Slowly the carriage came into the castle, the archway opened to a large area that was set with wide flagstones, the axel creaked as the carriage came to a stop. Within the entry area the castle looked to be made of great grey blocks, with tall gothic windows that has stained glass pictures of a Princess who walked through fields in one, sang to a small bird perched on her fingers in another. Each window a different pose from some fantasy of a Princess out on her own, or looking as carefree as little chips of colored glass could make her. Steps led up to a set of wide, wooden doors that stood closed. The carriage stopped before the doors and the others led him out and to the stairs, Paris on his left and London on his right. The Matron landed softly ahead and turned from the doors to him.

"It's time," she intoned with all the mock seriousness of the moment. The doors thundered, rumbled, creaked and there was a loud crash behind them as the hinges creaked loudly while the doors split apart and opened.

As he looked everything about the castle was quiet. It seemed to slumber, like most other parts of the Park he had seen. The colorless mist was gone, not just here, but everywhere. He knew it as he knew the answers to a test he had taken and wanted to pass last year. David realized at that moment what it was that made the Park what it was. Desire. It was everywhere here, from the little girls dream of being a Princess, any Princess, to the need to live in a castle with a court and be pampered. As they walked into the door and to a short hall that was flanked by salons and small tea cafes, two on each side, the heels of the Princesses shoes echoing with loud clacks as they passed through the cold, short corridor to come to the Court Room.

There, on a throne above them sat Princess Rainbow. The high windows above would let light in and focus it on her, if the clouds above the Park allowed the sun to come in, the diffused light of the Park hung about her though, brightening her somewhat as the others let him go and David continued to walk while the others waited at the edge of the corridor, letthing him proceed alone. Their hands touching him and slowly washing away, like the tide on the beach that slowly passed away with each wave that reached the shore, then pulled back. As if pulling away whatever mask he had been wearing he stood now before Rainbow, naked in thought and deed.

Show slowly stood up. The perfect Princess, tall, blonde with piercing blue eyes. A small pert nose beside slightly blushed high cheekbones with a wide mouth of luscious red lips. She was tall, her dress was more tight fitting, pink, but revealed less than the others. If it was possible he thought she was more endowed than Paris was, as his eyes ran over her body she stiffened slightly, as though she thought David could see through her. A long, white gloved arm raised to point to him, her body and bearing towering over him as her smooth perfect brow furrowed and the straight lined eyebrows moved as her finger pointed directly at him.

"What the fuck did you do?" Her voice was shrill and filled with the expectation of command. "You bastard, what the fuck did you do to my Park?" Each would was full of ice and venom, her tone and bearing came crashing down on David as he continued walking towards him. Her eyes opened wider as he continued to get closer, "I asked you a fucking question asshole. What the hell did you do to my Park? And them?" The last added as an afterthought.

David said nothing and as he walked over to her and up the stairs she continued. At first the voice was pleasing to hear, almost comical to hear such a sweet voice be so angry, the swearing was almost cute. It made him smile. That made her more mad as she continued. Going off and insulting him in various ways that normally would have made him cringe, especially when coming from such a beautiful woman. Instead it bordered on the comical, in some ways like a bad movie to find that the cute and perfect Princess had the mouth and vocabulary of the crudest person possible.

"Shut up," was all he said as he stepped up to her and realized she was much taller than he. She was tall, slender, but a curvy body that was like the best proportions of all the others, including Paris. Rainbow continued, she leaned over him, the long, thick blonde hair cascaded down her back and swung around, held just at her neck with a beaded clasp that held her hair to a long, thick ponytail.

A finger came down and poked his chest, the voice continued only now it began to wear on him, "I asked you a damned question you fucking idiot. Don't you ever tell me to shut up," she continued again. Her tongue was well practiced at this as the insults and comments flowed easily from her. Slowly it began to wear on him, behind he could feel the expectation of the others.

As he looked at her David wondered what could he do to shut her up. His eyes roamed over her body, the dress was tight but revealed little more than the large breasts held in the high necked dress, other than the bulge of them he could see nothing. The waist was narrowed, but the dress them spread out from there, hiding any view of her ass or legs. The finger kept poking into him as she continued, her eyes a pair of piercing blue flames that would have burned him if they were of fire. As they sparkled David wondered if they were fire, he felt hot, warm. Just as he did with the others, when they were near him.

His hands moved on their own as Rainbow kept at him, leaning down and poking him as if berating him like some sort of elder. Before he knew it David had his pants open and a hand casually reached up and pushed her down, at first there was resistance and she haranged him more, now insulting the size of his cock. Her insults reached a crescendo as she reached for each and every comment about his performance, capabilities and sexual urges. Taking it in hand he slapped her face with his cock and then as he looked down he waited as she continued to speak, now insulted that he would dare touch her with such a thing. She had no idea where it had been, even as he thrust it in and held her mouth over it she continued talking.

It was like listening to someone talk with their mouth full, the others stepped closer but all he focused on was the feeling of her mouth on his cock. Her tongue and breath flowing over his cock, slowly she began to lick it and suck while still insulting him. Alternating between forcing it in and letting her talk, telling him how disgusting it tasted between feeding it to her. David only knew he wanted this, she wanted this and that connection grew. Slowly the feeling grew until it was a warm feeling within the pit of his stomach that moved down to his balls then up his shaft and he held her mouth over it while he came.

Then, everything changed.

ShadowsLitany · Sep 6, 2015

It felt wrong, and right. So much crimson. In her eyes, on her hands. None of it felt right, but it was comfortable.

A momentary lapse, she told herself as she clutched the cold iron in her hand. Fingers tightening upon the unyielding handle, not giving in as she screamed again. Something changed within her as the scream lengthened, the blade was out, glinting in the last rays of the sun, her hand hurt. A pain pulsing in her palm as she looked down the eyes of the others, open and accusing.

Screaming again she ran into the fountain, the water thick about her ankles. The crimson dyed her skin as she screamed again, feeling herself dissolving, losing form. She had only wanted him, only him. Her prince. Only he had found another, and another, and another. She had taken them all though, now he was safe from their temptations. Another scream of frustration and she stuck the dagger into the fountain. The water stopped a moment then something else began to flow, something dark, thick. It too dyed her ankles. Her perfect ankles.

"Why did you run away from me?" She screamed as she felt herself being lost, the courtyard, her last refuge, began to be shrouded in shadow and as it came, she dissolved.

David felt the lightning course through him. With it came the Park. Every leaf, grain of sand in the Kingdom of Atlantis, each cup of tea in London, they were all a part of him. As he settled over everything he felt thin, stretched out, his skin was the park, his eyes roamed about in the mist. When he wanted to flex his fingers the thorns moved about, the Park was an extension of his body and within it all he felt a different heart. His own, and something else. Something that settled over it all. With an effort of will he pulled himself up and back towards the castle.

Falling to his knees he caught his breath as Rainbow slowly wiped her mouth on the back of her gloved hand, adjusting the crown on her head and looked down on David with disdain. Around him the others crowded close, he could sense the satisfied smile on the Matron's face, feel her own hatred at Rainbow and anguish at the Park. The others were caught between similar emotions, all tainted or seasoned with a bit of lust. David got to his feet, Rainbow looked down on him haughtily, though there was a rising blush in her cheeks and a slight shift in her shoulders of deference. The crown on her head was made of golden filigree, within the upper curls were 5 gems that glowed and pulsed, with the same frequency as he felt from the Princesses of the Court.

The Matron moved to a door on the other side of the throne hall and looked back at him, "Master, this is the final place."

He felt the urgency, yet something within him rose. The need he had for coming here, the desire that fueled him. "No," he commanded and she stopped, slowly turning, a slight annoyance on her face. Looking at her now noticed the clothes were back to normal, no rips, though it looked slightly tighter on her frame. More like a maid costume now than the previous longer dress, the hem stopped just above her knees and on her feet were small, heeled boots that covered her foot to the ankle. More appropriate he thought, except I want to see more breasts, in response the dress slowly melted and revealed half of her ample frame, the edge trimmed with a small bit of lace.

"I came here for a reason," standing where he was folded his arms. "I am moving nowhere until I get an answer."

Princess Rainbow stepped up to him, her eyes bore into him in defiance. Her dress was still like a wedding cake, pink and covered with ribbons and drapes of lace, the Princesses dresses were mostly as they were. "What answers do you want?" The voice was restrained, David expected some expliative, but none was forthcoming.

"Didn't you say you were looking for something?" London offered helpfully, as she stepped up, her manner restrained as if she was stepping up to and challenging Rainbow more than talking to David.

"My father said my mother was in the Park, always telling me that she was in here when whatever happened," at that the Matron stood at the door and cocked her head as if that was a cue. Lowering his eyes, "he always said a Princess was my mother and I want to know what happened. Looking at you, and being here, I don't think one of you is," a thought struck him now. Was one of them his mother? Had he crossed the line and had sex with his mother? Taking a step backwards as he looked at them in horror, knowing that if one of them was his mother he was unsure if she was still human. With all that he had seen, and now felt as the Park revolved around him, David wondered if he was anymore.

Rainbow laughed, "I never had a child," then her eye brows dropped, "certainly not one who'd stick his dick in my mouth and cum." The eye brows were an accusation, the face closer as if she sensed a weakness and was only waiting to strike.

Paris stepped forward, running her hands over her breasts and down her body. A slight moaning escaping her lips as her dress became tighter, showing off more of her curves, a hand running along the edge of her dress as if she was about to reveal herself. "If it is la mama you want, I can help you with that," Paris came up to the bottom step, her green eyes taking on a soft haze under her thick lashes. The heart shape on her lips changing to red on the glossy pink of her lips.

Rainbow raised an open hand, "hold it slut, if you want to do that keep it in your own Kingdom." The voice was back, the same one David had heard when he entered here. "What was his name? Your father, I mean."

"Stuart," he said after a moment. The rest of them looked at him in horror, the collective gasp stoped him as they began arguing among themselves for a long moment. The accusations flew as they gathered at the bottom step, Paris and London grinning widely, Japonaise laughed loudly as she claimed no part of him. Atlantea and Araban were slightly shy about it and only joined in on the side of Paris and London to add force to the accusations toward Rainbow whose face went white then red with anger. Raising his voice above them, "shut up!"

They all stopped, Paris and London with satisfied looks on their faces, David was missing something here but he was unsure what. "My mother," he started, "her name was Diane."

A gasp from London, Rainbow, and Atlantea followed. Paris looked on the three of them smugly, "you tarty sluts."

London recovered first, her arms crossing across her chest as she looked at David, "no last name?" David shook his head, that was the one thing he had never been able to find. Even the birth certificate had somehow missed that information, when he finally tracked it down in the town records office. London pointed at herself, her blue eyes controlled and calm, "Diane Langford."

David shook his head, as Atlantea looked at him, her green eyes and red hair glowing. His eyes could not help but take in her long, lean body. His desire for athletic girls reflected on her, although having sex with a mermaid was also something he could not deny was exciting. A hand splayed out on her chest as she looked at him, "Diane Stuart."

David shook his head again and Rainbow looked down at him, her face half covered in horror. "Diane Prescott."

Shaking his head again thought this was a waste of time, the Matron asked from across the room. "What was your father's last name?"

"Johnson, Stuart Johnson." He replied as the titters began, then the Princess and her court were laughing around him.

Rainbow laughed deeply, with relief. "Oh god! Him!" Her voice came out breathy between the laughing. "You don't want us, you want Gothic."

"Gothic?" David felt confused, his feelings running along the Park searching for something Gothic.

A hand came on his shoulder then large breasts pressed into his back as the accented whisper for Paris filled his ear. "We called her Princess Gothic. She worked in make-up, your father fawned over all of us but he was, how you say, the nerd. Princesses do not date nerds. Gothic wanted to be a Princess but could never pass the application, so she dressed like one on her own, but always in the black. Your father fell for her, and she liked the attention so she dated him. We called her Princess Gothic as a joke."

"She is here?" He asked out of the side of his mouth as Paris hung on him as if in relief.

"Come and see," the Matron told him and gestured towards the other room she had been standing in the door of.

David walked over, disengaging from Paris who swiftly moved onto his arm. Japonaise took his other arm, the long pony tails that stretched from her head brushed into him. Looking at her realized she was cute and pretty, the first one he had here, she smiled up at him and placed his arm around her back and held it onto her hip. The silk of her dress was soft over the slim body underneath, by the time they had reached the door Japonaise had move his hand down to her ass and with her fingers laced with him was helping him to grope her ass as they walked.

David stepped into the other room as he heard a slight bubble from a fountain, as he got to the door the Matron looked at him with a knowing smile on her face, "here is everything you need to know." The voice dripped hatred, happiness at revealing something that should not be seen, all of it not directed at David but at Rainbow.

Stepping in he saw the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. The flagstones around it were sticky and wet, the blood had pooled and was black on the stones. Within the fountain the bubbling of the black liquid gurgled loudly as it flowed, as if by force, like the beat of a heart, out of the top and slowly dropped into the pool below. The same black ichor that lay in the river around him, within it he felt something, and it called to him. What made him stop was not the fountain though, all in all that would have been expected compared to what he had see so far, instead what grabbed his attention was their bodies on the floor. Each of them slashed or stabbed, lying on the floor around the fountain, or folded across the lip of the fountain, the head floating unseen in the ichor.

All the Princess who stood around him, including Paris and Japonaise who pressed their bodies close and solidly against him, they were all there dead. In the center of them all, lying in the black water of the fountain her back against the central column, a knife sticking through her heart that stained the pink dress a deeper shade crimson, was Rainbow.

ShadowsLitany · Sep 6, 2015

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
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ShadowsLitany · Sep 6, 2015

Wanted to finish this, thought I could do it in 2 final posts but it took 3 as I wrote it out and it slowly took shape.

I knew the ending awhile ago and how it should go, seems cheap now, but it also feels good to finish. I learned a bit more about posting and ending, I wanted this to be like a serial and those always end on a cliff hanger to keep you coming back, I might try something like this again in the future but I am happy to have this done.

Hope you enjoyed it somewhat, feel free to comment! Thanks for reading.

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