By: SuperBeak
PART 1
Once upon a time, lived a Princess who had everything she could have ever wanted. Being born into royalty in one of the most stable kingdom’s across the world. Her parents, the King and Queen of Aequum, were seen as some of the most just rulers to have ever lived… and their daughter, Princess Cynthia, was seen as the fairest princess of them all. As if it were written in a book, the princess was perfect in every way. She was beautiful, having long, luscious blonde hair that was both strong and soft, her skin held no imperfections, and while she wasn’t particularly tall, she was of average height. Her body was perfect too, perfectly proportioned with decently sized, perky, round breasts and hips perfect for bearing a child.
As a princess, especially in a Matriarchal society, would be to take over the kingdom one day. Slated to take over the kingdom at the age of twenty-five, she had much to learn about what her responsibilities would entail. Obviously, she began tutoring from a young age, now at age eighteen, she would need to begin learning more about the kingdom’s armies. Though she found this rather boring. She wasn’t interested in war, armies, soldiers, or anything military whatsoever, instead wishing to spend her days fantasizing about love.
Despite her age, she was never taught much about the ways of love, knowing only that her parents would be the one to choose a partner for her one day.
“Ugh…” She groaned to herself, just thinking about having to marry a prince disgusted her.
You see, the princess, once she had discovered what sexuality was, and was taught about the subject, realized she didn’t want any part in giving birth, or male and female partnership… Instead, going in secret to the castle’s library, discovering various novels depicting both male on male and female on female encounters of a sexual variety. Though through her various conversations on the topic with the archivist, she would learn that such acts were seen as taboo, actions that one must partake in with the utmost discretion.
One morning, on a post breakfast library run, she found herself a little too distracted in reading a fantasy book. The book was simply called, The Head Maid’s Harem, it entailed a plethora of short stories involving a particularly scandalous head maid, who would go around kingdom to kingdom and dominate the residing princess there, bringing them to her lair where she would have their way with each and every of them…every night. The book also included depictions from various artists, showing in almost perfect detail each of the ways that the head maid would dominate each princess.
“Pardon me, Princess… you’re going to be late for your ten o’clock tutoring session.” A voice called out to her from reality.
Snapping out of her fantasy, she looked up from her comfy chair. Standing over her was the head librarian, Mr. Beccus.
“Umm… Hi Mr. Beccus… what time is it…?” She asked, nervously clutching the book.
“It’s approximately nine thirty-five, best to get going now… If Miss Natasha were to find out you missed a tutoring session by dawdling with me, she’ll hold me responsible…” He said, chuckling a little. “And…I’d rather not be on the receiving end of one of her… behavioral lectures.”
“Oh! My apologies…” She said, looking for a place to put her book down. “Where should I…?”
Mr. Beccus noticed the book, chuckling as he eyed its cover.
“Ah… this brings me back… did you enjoy the book?” He asked, smiling a little.
“I did!” She replied. “It was a… captivating read… to say the least.”
“Would you believe me if I told you I wrote that one myself…?”
“R-really?! That’s impossible… no offense, Mr. Beccus… but you’re a… a boy! How would you… how could you possibly know so much about… women on women… interactions…”
Mr. Beccus laughed, putting a finger on the cover, the author’s name sitting just above.
“Eldridge Beccus.” It read, much to Princess Cynthia’s surprise.
“Y-you did write it!” She exclaimed, gasping. “B-but!”
“The imagination is a wondrous thing, little princess… if I may ask… did you get far into it?”
“Not far I’m afraid, I may have distracted myself daydreaming again…” She said, looking away, trying to hide her bright, blushing cheeks. She raised the book up, trying to hand it to him.
“Ah… well… how about you keep this book, you know, just for today… bring it back tomorrow…”
Mr. Beccus gently pushed the book back down to her, letting her embrace it.
“I can!?” She blurted out, looking at the man in front of her for some kind of reassurance.
He nodded, smiling a little.
“Of course, just don’t let Miss Natasha find it… she’ll really grill me then…”
“Thank you, thank you!” She exclaimed, running up and hugging the librarian.
“Don’t mention it, Princess.” He replied, patting her on the back. “Move along now, you wouldn’t want to be late for your tutoring…”
Waving goodbye to the librarian as she left, Princess Cynthia hurriedly moved down the halls. Her heels clacking along the marble flooring as she went from hallway to hallway, soon reaching the tutoring rooms. Bursting in, she put her hands on her knees, crumpling her dress slightly. Shaking her head, she looked up at the nearest clock.
Right on time.
“Pah… hah…” She gasped, trying to regain her breath. “G-good morning… hah… Miss Natasha…”
“Likewise.” Miss Natasha said, walking up to the still heavily breathing princess. She grabbed her by the shoulders, straightening her posture and using a hand to push the dress back to its original shape. “Please don’t wrinkle the dresses, princess… it is unbefitting of royalty to look so disheveled.”
“S-sorry…”
“No apologies necessary, my dear. Now please, take a seat… we’ll be discussing the benefits of army morale today…” Miss Natasha said, motioning towards a nearby desk before turning around and walking up to a chalkboard.
Taking a seat, the princess’ mind began to wander again. Remembering the book, she had read something similar to the situation she was in now… a young princess, learning about her duties, was taught “something else” by the scandalous head maid. Realizing her mind was wandering, Cynthia took both of her hands and patted her cheeks, forcing her mind to snap back to reality.
Try as she might, the princess found it impossible to pay attention to whatever her tutor was saying. Instead, she found her attention and mind starting to focus a little too much on Miss Natasha’s own form.
Miss Natasha, the head maid, had only worked for the family a short amount of time, approximately twelve years. Though it may seem like a long career to some, most royal families' head maid’s usually lasted about three or four generations. Miss Natasha however, had a slightly different situation, being hired by the Queen following the original head maid’s early retirement, she was still relatively new, but quickly proved herself to be a force to be reckoned with.
She was… fairly young, being in her late thirties, her family lineage was apparently of Imperial Russian descent. She was quite tall, standing at just under 6 '0. She had long, beautiful brown hair that was kept in a tidy bun, wore smart looking oval glasses, with a small mole just under her lip, placed perfectly as if to accent her drop dead gorgeous looks. Her body was more than well endowed, possessing large, bountiful breasts and a thick, curvy derriere. Most of which was sadly hidden beneath the large, black head maid’s dress, she adorned a majority of the time.
Her mind began imagining herself and Miss Natasha in the same situation as in Mr. Beccus’ book. Her, being the young, impressionable princess, and Miss Natasha, the scandalous head maid. She could almost feel it, Miss Natasha pushing her up onto the top of a desk, hungrily ripping off both of their dresses. Miss Natasha pushing a hand down under into her panties, plunging two fingers into her–
“No, no, no…” She sighed, patting her cheeks some more. “Stories like this exist only in fantasy…” She thought to herself.
Even so, the princess couldn’t help herself. Her mind wandered, much to the detriment of her tutoring session. Unable to focus, she just let herself dream, catching little bits and pieces of the lecture as the clock ticked by.
“So that’s why good rationing and good quality of rations are essential to maintaining the royal army’s mora–” Looking back at the princess, Miss Natasha could see plain as day that the princess was totally and utterly lost. “Princess, are you listening?”
“H-huh!? O-Oh! Yeah… umm… army morale or something… right?”
Miss Natasha sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Princess… how are you supposed to lead the kingdom to a prosperous future… if you can’t so much as stay focused on one single lecture?”
“So-sorry!” She sincerely apologized, bowing her head slightly.
“It’s alright, Your Highness… just please try to stay awake next time.”
“N-next time…?”
“Yes, next time. The tutoring session is over for today, your highness.”
Princess Cynthia looked at the clock on the wall, her excitement rising a little as she saw that time had indeed passed by rather quickly, being almost two thirty.
“Oh joy!” She thought to herself. Now that her tutoring session was over, she could spend the rest of the day reading that wondrous book, fantasizing herself into many of the situations it entailed.
“Run along now, Princess…do enjoy your day.” The head maid said, sending the princess off with proper curtsy
“See you, Miss Natasha!” The Princess said, energetically hopping out of her seat and leaving the room. Her spirits high on fantasy.
Miss Natasha chuckled, facepalming slightly. “Ahhh… what are we to do with you, little
princess?”
Despite tutoring not being a heavy mess inducing activity, as per usual, Miss Natasha began picking up and returning any study materials to where they might have belonged. Pencils went in any pencil holders, any and all unused paper was stacked neatly and placed on the top of a nearby desk, and all books used during the session were placed back on their prospective shelf.
“Hmm..?” The head maid questioned. Having returned the last text book to its shelf, she noticed that there was still one book left over.
Curious, Miss Natasha picked up the book, taking a good long look at the cover. “Hmm… could’ve sworn that I’d already returned every book…”
With only a slight glance, it became quite evident that its intended purpose was far from educational. Its cover was a rich and illustrious corinthian leather, dyed a deep, deep cherry red, with flashy gold embossing displaying the title, along with a heart wearing devilish horns and tail.
“The Head Maid’s… Harem…?”
Despite being seemingly so noble and proper, Miss Natasha was well versed in erotic literature. Unbeknownst to most who resided within the castle walls, Miss Natasha had been a former dominatrix, though that was a past life for her now.
Though, as much as she felt like she had moved on, a little inkling inside of her missed the old ways… The leather and latex… The loud crack of a favorite tool of hers… The soft moans and whimpers as she punished her subs with pleasure, their begging as they pleaded with her, reaching their peak only to never crest over the top… Their shrieks of pleasure and flurry of gratitude when she’d finally let them…
“Pull yourself together, Miss Natasha… you are the head maid…perhaps…I-I should lie down…” She said to herself, seeking the solitude of her personal quarters.
As she began her short journey… they began.
The lust…
The want…
All manifesting as moving pictures, projecting themselves on the walls throughout each hall she traveled. Endlessly displaying the princess…becoming a sub… her sub…
Flustered, she looked down as she walked, attempting to avoid the gaze of anyone that might see her current state as uncouth.
“I-I musn’t…” She thought. “I-I-I’m the head maid! I… I cannot be thinking about the young mistress like this…”
“I-I shan’t! Th-The Princess is a good girl…”
“A good girl…”
Her thoughts were right on the money. The princess was indeed a good girl, the goodest even… Loved and revered by all of her subjects. So kind… so innocent… so sweet… she was perfect…
The perfect girl to corrupt…
Despite her best efforts, Miss Natasha’s lust grew with each passing step. Unable to contain it any longer, she finally snapped… a shiver running down her spine as an all too enticing idea flashed before her eyes.
“She’s a good girl alright… but… if a good girl were to misbehave… she must be punished… no?” She said, justifying her own lustfulness.
Doing her best to hide a sadistic smile, she continued onward, laying out her trap for the princess…
Meanwhile…
Princess Cynthia excitedly skipped through the hallways, fantasizing about immersing herself into the story and enjoying them each to their fullest. Reaching her room, she met the sweet embrace of her luscious quilt.
“Mmm…” She mumbled, as the pillow seemingly hugged her head, softly catching her hair and relieving her of her own weight. Grabbing her book bag, she reached inside. Though to her surprise, her hand would come out empty.
Immediately, she felt her heart rate rise, with an all too familiar heat spread throughout her body.
“W-where is it?” She thought. Her eyes frantically searched the bag's insides, only to be met with the same emptiness her hand experienced.
Taking a deep breath, she realized there was only one place she could’ve left it.
The tutoring room.
Without wasting much time, she threw on one of her night gowns before rocketing out of her room and down the hall. Practically exploding through the tutoring room door, she left no stone unturned and no book undisturbed. Tearing through the room like an uncontrolled animal, she quickly found that the book was indeed, not there.
“Hmph…” She huffed, crossing her arms. “Where could it be…?”
Unfortunately for her, if she did leave it in the tutoring room, there was only one person that could possibly have it.
Miss Natasha.
Meekly, she wandered through the halls until finally reaching Miss Natasha’s quarters.
“Miss Natasha, are you there?” She asked, shyly knocking on the door.
No answer.
“M-Miss Natasha…?” She asked again, leaning in as the door’s old hinges squeaked open.
No one.
Discouraged, the Princess was about ready to leave and come back later…but something… call it an inkling or an itch… beckoned to her… as if she was meant to enter the room. Moving in at a snail’s pace, her eyes moved from one corner to the next, taking in the room in its entirety. It was… traditional, having a deep-brown hardwood floor, with several pieces of wooden furniture matching. The bed, white egyptian cotton sheets and pillowcases adorning the seemingly luxurious mattress and large cushions. As she continued deeper within the room, something caught her attention.
Sitting on the corner of the head maid’s bed…
Sat a used pair of panties.
She walked towards them slowly, unable to avert her gaze.
They were simple; white, not quite as fancy as most lingerie but panties nonetheless, designed for comfort rather than aesthetics.
“Miss Natasha’s…” She whispered, feeling the soft, plush fabric.
Unable to stop herself…
“-sniff-! Ah~!” She moaned, inhaling the remnants of the head maid’s musk.
It became obvious that this was not a fresh pair. The musk; faded and fairly weak, the fabric: cold and dry. The smell; stale, like sweat that had dried long ago. But yet, the Princess herself had never felt wetter.
“-snifffff-!”
She gave them another huff, before tucking them into one of her night gown’s pockets. Her own body moistened at such a taboo act. The princess? Stealing panties from her head maid? How wet it made her feel.
“G-gotta find the b-book…” She muttered to herself, her knees shaking slightly as she felt her own womanhood tingling. This was new territory for her, she may have rubbed one out a few times to stories in the past but this… rubbing one out to the real smell of another woman? Reading a chapter of a defiant princess, getting forcibly smothered into submission… immersing herself by stuffing a used, dirty pair of her own head maid’s panties in her face… smelling almost exactly what the princess in the book would’ve been.
Her underside overflowing at just the thought.
Stumbling around, she saw a glint of the book’s familiar red cover. Sitting on top of the head maid’s large, woven hamper basket…
“T-the book…” She said, stumbling towards it.
Reaching it, she picked it up… about to walk away, something else caught her eye.
Another pair.
This time, a black pair of lingerie had been sitting underneath the book. They looked to be of high quality, being made of a black, almost transparent silk with a tiny red bow sitting up above where Miss Natasha’s womanhood would’ve been. Picking them up, the princess stared… admiring every single detail about them. As she once again felt the soft, luscious material of the head maid’s undergarments… something dawned on her.
This pair was still moist.
The princess nearly fainted, believing she had just struck gold. Not only would she be able to enjoy herself reading an unbelievably hot fantasy… but she would have a decently fresh pair of panties to use also? It would be as if she was directly in the story book… sitting there, helpless as a woman bigger than her… stronger than her… wrestled her down to the ground, subjecting her to her own strong, powerful musk…
“Ohh~! -sniff-!” She moaned, feeling the soft, damp fabric brush up against her face.
Succumbing to her carnal desires, the princess collapsed. Her knees collided with the hardwood floor, an audible thump rang throughout the entire room. Unlike the pair that she had so graciously yoinked a few moments ago, this pair was much, much fresher… The intoxicating smell of the head maid’s work sweat had absorbed deep into the fibers, a strong odor of her musk persistently lingered around, both smells being inhaled over and over again by the lust drunk princess.
“-sniff-!”
It was too late to try and go back to her own room. Neither her body nor her mind would let her… Gripping the panties tightly, she huffed and huffed away. As if it possessed a consciousness all of its own, one of her hands slowly ran down her entire body. It cupped her breasts, allowing two fingers to playfully massage her nipple.
“Mmfgh~! -sniff!” She moaned, her voice muffled by the damp fabric.
Her free hand continued its journey, down past her womanhood, massaging her inner thigh through her nightgown. But slowly, ever so slowly, with every press, every grope of the thigh, inched closer and closer to her womanhood…
“-snifffff-!” She inhaled, letting her head roll back as her hand pleasured her. Sensually, carefully, it caressed the outer edges of her womanhood, pushing the fabric in, letting it brush up against her… two fingers playing with her clit, rubbing the fabric of her own panties against it.
“M-miss…N-natasha…” She whimpered. Closing her eyes, her mind, completely flooded with images of her being put in her place by her very own head maid.Grabbing the other pair from her pocket and eyeing it carefully, she flipped it inside out, looking right where Miss Natasha’s womanhood would’ve been… She noticed that there was a slight yellowing to them, more than likely just sweat stains… Even so… whether it was out of curiosity or lust, maybe even a combination of both, she tasted it.
Her tongue slowly dragged along the length of it. A curious flavor… a mix of saltiness, bitterness, and sweetness? But despite the peculiar flavor, she kept licking… each lick getting longer and longer…
“Oh~! I l-love the w-way you t-taste…” She muttered to herself, shoving the panties directly into her mouth. “Mgh!”
Fantasy overpowered reality. Her imagination took hold over her surroundings, transporting her not into just some bedroom, but the head maid’s dungeon. The hardwood floor became cold and stone… In her head, she was now bound to the floor, Miss Natasha standing over her.
“You’re a little slut… aren’t you princess…?” She heard, echoing from the shadowy figure above her.
“Y-yes… mistress… I-I–”
“Shut up…” The head maid said, squatting down. “Lick…”
As she opened her mouth, she found it quickly forced open by a strong weight and thick musk, as the head maid gave her a mouthful of the very thing she craved.
Her womanhood.
The princess stuck out her tongue, digging into Miss Natasha’s womanhood and circling around, her eyes looking up at Miss Natasha’s, completely filled with lust.
“That’s a good girl…”
Meanwhile, in the next room over…
Miss Natasha could hear everything, listening through the thin walls. She could hear the princess’ cute moans, her whimpers, the soft rubbing of fabric as the princess rubbed herself off to the head maid’s scent… fantasizing about her…
“Ohh~” She moaned, feeling her own womanhood becoming damp. “Such a naughty girl you are… Princess Cynthia…” She whispered, running a hand along her slick womanhood and bringing it up to her mouth, tasting her own juices.
Listening in again, the princess moans became louder and more frequent…
“Is she going to…? Oh no, no no~ Little princess… Not unless I allow it~” She whispered, standing up.
Back in the head maid’s room…
Princess Cynthia was indeed moaning louder and louder, her pleasurable rubbing becoming more and more frantic.
“I-I’m going to cum to Miss Natasha’s taste!” She thought, closing her eyes tightly as she readied herself to what she pictured, would be the greatest orgasm her mind could imagine. Gripping the panties to her nose even tighter, sucking on the ones in her mouth even harder, she was just on the edge…
Until the door started to squeak open…
Her heart nearly jumped from her chest, knowing that she had to stay unseen. Scanning quickly, she found the closest hiding spot: The ludicrously big laundry hamper.
Looking through a hole torn through the weaved hamper’s liner, it was Miss Natasha.
“D-did she see me…?”
Luckily for her, from her point of view, Miss Natasha hadn’t noticed.
Unluckily however, this had all been part of Miss Natasha’s plan.
Observing carefully, behaving as if she were frozen in time, she watched as Miss Natasha calmly walked into the room.
“Ahhh~!” She said, groaning as she stretched. “Another long day…”
As she walked towards her bed, something dawned on the princess, as she tried to lick around her mouth.
The originally bedside panties were still stuffed in her mouth.
Spitting them out quietly, she looked on, hoping that Miss Natasha would be too tired to notice.
To her relief, Miss Natasha didn’t even question where the panties could’ve gone. Instead, she just looked around the room, her eyes even crossing the hamper a few times. Having apparently not seen anything out of the ordinary, the head maid let her guard down. Reaching towards the back of her head, her well kept bun unraveled, revealing long, luscious locks of brown hair.
The hair on the back of Cynthia’s neck stood up, her nipples stiffened, her already slick womanhood tingled again.
“Is… is she going to…?”
The head maid’s dress began its descent, as if time itself had become snail-like, reality had slowed to a crawl. The princess breathed heavily, her heart pounding against her ribcage, aching to burst. The rest of the room faded away, Miss Natasha in the spotlight, the hardwood floor; her stage. The dress soon came to rest, Miss Natasha’s body gleaming in the light. Her fair skin, the different scandalous valleys of her body brought to bear. Her silk stockings slid so smoothly off of her body, gliding down and revealing her perfectly formed legs, glistening divinely as a thin layer of sweat remained.
Though it had only taken a few moments for her to strip down, the princess felt like it had been an eternity. Only wishing that the head maid had stripped down completely, as she felt herself again…
Another level of slick, another level of wet.
She couldn’t resist, she had to start rubbing again. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle her soft moans. Little did she realize that Miss Natasha was walking towards the hamper.
Suddenly, the hamper creaked.
“Hmph?!” The princess jumped slightly, tensing up as she looked up.
Resting atop the hamper, were two, lingerie clad, flesh melons, both perfectly defined and perfectly shaped. Despite the dim lighting, the princess could see the head maid’s posterior almost perfectly, consuming as much as she could with her eyes alone. The head maid’s choice in lingerie left little to the imagination. It was black, classy but translucent in all the right places… including over her pucker.
“Is… oh~ th-thank you Lord…” She muttered, her eyes glued to Miss Natasha’s lingerie clad butthole.
Despite trying to remain completely clandestine, it was as if Miss Natasha’s natural musk took shape in the form of a hand. Feeling its mystical grip on her chin, it pulled her closer and closer, right up until she was a mere inch away from the head maid’s sweaty hole.
“M-Miss Natasha’s…-sniffff-!”
“Oh~?” Miss Natasha thought to herself, feeling the nose breath on her pucker. “Being bold now are we, princess?”
Determined to give the princess everything she wanted, she pretended to yawn. Leaning her bodyweight back even more, the hamper’s lid creaked as little bits of her skin freckled through the gaps in each weave.
“-snifff-!”
As she felt the princess sniff away at her musky posterior, she could hear something, something oh so very naughty, but oh so very familiar… The subtle rustling of skin and skin rubbing together. Miss Natasha’s eyes dropped down, looking over her own damp womanhood, she could no longer resist her own needs.
“That’s it, princess…”
“-snifff-!”
“Thaaaat’s it~ get in there~”
“-sniffffffff-! -snort-!”
The princess didn’t realize how noisy she was being nor did she care, any rational thoughts in her head completely buried by the invasion of the maid’s strong, womanly musk. The smell and the lust, slowly crept its way through her head, inflicting her entire mind with an insatiable lust for more.
“-sniiiiiffff-! -snort-! -sniiiiifff-!”
Harder and harder, more and more, her breathing became, greedily devouring all the musk the head maid’s ass had to offer. Her masturbation too, no longer was it subtle, it had become ravenous, monstrous. The loud shlicking of her fingers ravaging her own womanhood was drowned out only by the head maid’s own self indulgence.
“Oh~!” Miss Natasha moaned loudly, pleasuring herself.
Although her plan was to just tease the princess with her musk alone, she couldn’t keep to it. She couldn’t keep her composure, she couldn’t keep her class, her grace, none of it survived her lustful take over. The innocent moans of a princess, those moans coming from pleasuring herself to sniffing her most vile hole, it was so wrong but felt so good.
She came.
“Ahh~!” She screamed.
It was the hardest she’d cum in a long time, she recoiled back, letting the shockwave of pleasure ripple up through her spine.
As she relaxed, much to her surprise, the princess was still going.
“Ohh~? ” She thought, surprised at the princess’ stamina. “Indulge yourself now, little princess~ Because soon… you’ll never cum without my permission again~”
Thinking to herself, the head maid came up with a little surprise for her princess.
“Hmm… maybe you just need a little… push…” She muttered.
“PRPRPRRT!”
“MPH~?!” The princess yelped, her one free hand slapping over her mouth.
“O-Oh f-fuck…” Miss Natasha groaned, grabbing onto her stomach. “M-maybe th-that was a bad ide–”
“PFFFRRRT!”
“PLRRRRPT!”
“I’m sorry, princess… I-I c-can’t!” She thought, before her guts continued to empty themselves of any gas.
“PFFRRT!”
“BRRRPT!”
“F-Fuck!”
“PFFFRRPPT!”
“PFRAAP!”
“-gurgle-”
“PFRT!”
“M-miss N-Natasha’s smell… It-It’s s-so strong!” The princess exclaimed, her body twitching as another wave of pleasure overtook her.
“PRRRPPPT!”
Never could she have imagined that this is where she’d be having the orgasm of her life; Hidden within the head maid’s hamper, masturbating as she huffed up the vilest air from deep within her gut. It was too good, so taboo, so scandalous, so perfect… she couldn’t handle it.
“BRRAAAAAP!”
“-sniff-! -sniff`!”
For the next twenty minutes, Miss Natasha uncontrollably unloaded gut bomb after gut bomb into the hamper. Clutching her stomach every second of the way as it angrily expelled and expelled.
“Gah~!” She moaned, the emptying of her built up gas feeling almost euphoric.
“PFFFRRRRT!”
“BRRRRAAAPPRRT!”
“PFRT!”
“PFRRRPT!”
The princess couldn’t tell if the increased humidity was from her sweating more and more as she remained aroused, the increased heat from all the hot gas, or the increased humidity from the hot gas getting slightly wetter.
“PLRRRPT!”
Whether it was the lack of oxygen, the overwhelming pleasure, exhaustion from the constant cumming, or a combination of everything, the princess’ body finally gave out. Happily, she dozed off into dreamland, her body slumping even deeper into the hamper.
Miss Natasha however, kept going. For an unknown amount of time, as she had been too busy emptying the back pressure built up inside of her to look at a clock, she continued gassing and gassing the unconscious princess. Though the storm in her guts would soon subside and she would be once again comfortable enough to get up and move around.
“Ugh…” Miss Natasha sniffed, “I should open a window…”
Getting up, she stretched long and hard, having been sitting in a rather uncomfortable position for quite some time now. Looking down into the hole in the hamper, she could see the princess fast asleep.
“When did she…? Hmm…”
It was then she felt the same mischievous, lustful feelings she had earlier. She had even more plans for the darling little princess…
PART 2
Once upon a time, not so long ago–never mind how long precisely, there was a Princess. The fairest princess of them all, as any citizen of the Kingdom of Aequum would tell you, she was the daughter of both the fairest king and fairest queen to have ever ruled Aequum.
Picture perfect, of what every fairytale princess would look like, it would be no surprise that there was no shortage of suitors, hoping to take her hand in marriage. Though… boys, men, and child-bearing were of little to no interest to her. Whenever it came time for one of her many cousins or fellow princesses to get married, whenever it came time for them to bury the hatchet, she found herself somberly uninterested, seeing it as too plain and ordinary.
For you see, the princess had recently discovered a new side of herself. Something that excited her to no end, something so taboo, so risque, but oh so very exciting. Something that sparked a great fire of lust within her soul, with a rush of heat taking over her flourishing body with every step. Anytime she found herself with a sad, drizzly winter day in her spirit, or just trying to escape the humdrum days and duties planned for her, she found herself there.
The castle archive.
She often found herself there, getting lost in stories much too graphic for most young eyes, not of horror, revenge, violence or contempt of any kind. Stories that were very taboo in nature, words and whimsies of fetishes of a relatively hardcore kind, some that even any given number of self-proclaimed “sexual deviants” might raise an eye-brow at. A world surrounding that of bodily expulsions, both just natural musk and of the gaseous variety. The princess found great pleasure in immersing herself into stories of which she could fantasize herself into, often playing the role of the submissive, she daydreamed of a world where she could be subjugated by a greater woman, subjected to her body’s natural musks and smells. In the archive, she would be protected against all eyes, no one to judge her of her interests, no one to naysay her fantasies.
All except one…
The castle’s archivist himself, Mr. Beccus.
Though he was of no concern to her, as more often than not she would find herself conversing with him about said fantasies, asking for recommendations on other books that might help her indulge even further into her own pleasure.
But today, today was different.
As she woke up on this particular morning, she found herself in a rather odd position. The book that Mr. Beccus had let her borrow was to her side, still flipped open to a page in which a story of a scandalous maid dominated a young princess, much like herself, with her bodily gasses, making the princess smell and worship her derriere as if it were a holy deity. A hand of her own was down the front of her panties, still soaking in the dried up juices of her own pleasure the night before.
Though for some reason, she had the memories of a peculiar situation the night before. With the last thing she remembered being in the head maid’s laundry hamper, wedging her nose into one of the holes, poking into the head maid rear end herself, inhaling her gasses while pleasuring herself in secret.
“W-was it all a dream?” She wondered, pulling her hand from down under, eyeing her very real juices covering her fingers.
Looking around her room, it became apparent that the events of last night, in fact, were a dream. At least or so she thought…
Her room was clean, free of any dirt or debris from the outside, her articles of clothing all neatly packed away.
All was right…
Without lollygagging too much, she quickly readied herself for the day. Enjoying a nice, warm, morning shower, cleaning herself of her own bodily fluids and getting prepared in her normal attire. Following the usual breakfast, one fit for her position in society, she found herself with some more time to spend before heading to her usual tutoring sessions with the head maid. Choosing as always, to spend that time in the archive, pay Mr. Beccus another visit.
“Oh! Hello again, young princess… My apologies, I didn’t see you come in.” He said, wearing that same smile he always wore. “I trust the book was… to your liking?” He continued on, raising his eyebrows.
“T-thank you… umm.. Mr.Beccus..It uhh.. It was…” She replied, blushing a little.
“I’m glad to hear it… came to return it I presume? Maybe find another story to pique your interest~?”
“Oh, um… no thank you… I think I’m okay for the moment… but uhh… I do have a question for you…”
“What do you ask of me, my princess?”
The princess stammered a little bit, worried of what he might have to say.
“D-d-did… M-m-m-miss Natasha… did she… say anything… to you?”
“Hmm… not that I recall… you would be referring to last night, yes?”
“Yea…”
Mr. Beccus scratched his chin.
“Hmmm… no, not that I can remember. Miss Natasha doesn’t cross my path very much, if at all, and if I do, usually it's to tell me that I should clean the archive more!” He chuckled.
“Ah… r-right…”
“Something on your mind, princess?” Mr. Beccus asked, seeing the princess’ somewhat odd behavior.
“N-not per say…”
“Ah, I see. Well… should you ever need to speak about anything to me… the door’s always open, princess…”
“T-thank you…”
Without further ado and still feeling somewhat flustered, Princess Cynthia said goodbye to Mr. Beccus for now. Soon rushing off to meet Miss Natasha, not wanting to be late to a tutoring session. As she walked into the classroom, everything was… seemingly normal. Miss Natasha was standing in front of the room, writing some more boring drivel on the chalkboard, something that would only serve to torture the princess, in her mind anyway.
“I’d rather she torture me with that voluptuous derriere of hers…” The princess thought, staring at whatever the board said, the words becoming a blur as she all too quickly lost interest in whatever they were. But she would have to grin and bear it, seeing as there were still many things for her to learn.
Not too much later…
As the tutoring session went on, the princess found herself more and more flustered, which had become all too obvious to Miss Natasha, who chuckled to herself. Princess Cynthia found herself constantly staring at the head maid’s bountiful booty, blushing harder and harder.
“It felt so real…” She thought, thinking about her apparent “dream” that she had had between her and the head maid. Her mind filled with all too familiar flashbacks. “If it had been a dream, how does it all feel so real?”
Princess Cynthia very vividly remembered the feelings from this supposed “dream.” Her heavy breathing, the feeling of Miss Natasha’s panty-clad, moist, sweaty butt on her nose, the pungent smells of her musk and gas, the rush she got with each inhalation, sending waves upon waves of pleasure through her womanhood as she pleasured herself while hiding in the head maid’s hamper.
It was so real.
So delicious…
The feelings, the rush, the textures and smells.
The princess felt her lower half begin to moisturize again just thinking about it.
“Excuse me, Princess…” Miss Natasha interrupted, tapping her finger on the desk. “Are you paying attention…?”
“Y-Yes! O-of… c-course…”
“Are you sure~?” Miss Natasha said, pushing her bust closer as she leaned over the princess.
“Y-y-yes…” Princess Cynthia replied, stammering as she blushed, her cheeks like ripe tomatoes ready for the year’s harvest.
“Are you feeling alright, Princess?” Miss Natasha chuckled.
Slowly reaching out, she gently caressed the Princess’ face, her thumb rubbing softly along the princess’ cheek.
“You’re all red…”
“O-oh! Umm… it-it-it’s n-nothing…” The Princess said, her spine straightening as if she was struck down by a thunderbolt, the God of Lust not being kind to her in this case scenario. It was very apparent that the head maid’s touch pleasured her… and Miss Natasha could definitely see it.
“I see… Very well then… Now Princess… flip to page forty five…”
“O-oh o-ok-kay…” The princess said nervously, looking down, the princess could see that the book wasn’t fully closed, it was as if something was… keeping it from closing.
Flipping through, her heart beat faster and faster with each flip, despite only having forty-five pages to flip through, each flip felt like another year tacked onto her lifetime. Reaching page forty-four… there was a fairly distinct outline, more than likely coming from having whatever the head maid had placed in there sitting for a formidable amount of time. Though, looking at it… there was something familiar about the shape of the imprint. She had an idea of what it was but… there was no way it was what she had been fantasizing about, right?
Flipping the page, she saw it.
The pair of panties from last night.
“G-g-good Heavens!?!” She exclaimed, almost jumping back away from the table.
“What’s the matter, princess~?” Miss Natasha said, smiling devilishly as she leaned in, her hands gripping the Princess’ shoulders and pulling her closer. “You had no problem pleasuring yourself to them last night~”
The princess blushed profusely, her face a mere few inches away from Miss Natasha’s lovely, warm bust.
“M-m-miss… N-N-Natasha…?” She stammered, backing away slightly.
Miss Natasha only chuckled, pulling her back and continuing to caress the Princess’ face.
“Such a naughty little princess~” Miss Natasha said, picking up the panties, holding them just in front of her own face. “Pleasuring yourself to my old, fart soaked panties~ Isn’t very ladylike, is it now?”
“N-N-no… I-I suppose… n-not…”
“Aww… What’s the matter Princess?” Miss Natasha interrupted. “Why the bashful demeanor, my dear?”
“I-I… uhh…”
“You had no problems sniffing them so passionately yesterday…”
“W-w-wha–”
“Oh, my, my my~ My little princess…you can’t hide it from me~” She said, stretching the panties out a little bit. “Just last night… You were face deep in these~ Smelling them so greedily~”
“B-b-but….”
“The only butt you’ve been thinking about is mine, hasn’t it?” Miss Natasha said, continuing her onslaught, pushing closer and closer to the princess. “I know… you were in my hamper last night… pleasuring yourself wildly as you sniffed my damp, sweaty ass… pleasuring yourself as your fantasy came true~ Getting to inhale all of that pent up gas I had right from the source~”
Princess Cynthia didn’t make so much as a peep, though she didn’t want to admit it, the head maid’s onslaught was becoming a turn on.
“I’m right, aren’t I, princess~?”
The Princess tried to divert her eyes, only to be stopped as the head maid pulled her face back, maintaining full eye contact.
“No, no, no… look at me, princess…”
Before Princess Cynthia had a chance to look away again, Miss Natasha had already grabbed her face with both hands, pulling her in closer and locking their faces together. T’was a short, but passionate display, with the princess in total shock, as their lips combined for but a brief moment. Miss Natasha chuckled a little, her tongue darting in and out of the princess’ mouth faster than what would allow the young princess to fully enjoy it.
“Mmmgh…” The Princess whined a little, her lust ignited by the short, unsatisfying kiss.
Miss Natasha only chuckled, rubbing the Princess’ cheek.
“So princess… answer me… am I wrong….? Don’t lie to me~”
“N-no… y-you’re n-n-not….” She uttered, meekly.
“That’s what I thought~”
Miss Natasha let go of Princess Cynthia’s face.
“So tell me, princess…” She said, laughing heartily. “Now that I know your little secret… do you want it…?”
“D-do I want… it?”
“You want to worship my body… my everything… to further indulge yourself in my smells, my flavors, my essences… ”
The Princess’ heart skipped a beat, her eyes opening as wide as they could, but before she could reply, Miss Natasha put a finger up to her lips.
“I already know you’re going to say yes~ So… beg for it…”
“W-w-wha–”
Miss Natasha pulled the Princess’ face right up to her own, close enough to feel each other’s breath but far enough so that a kiss was just out of reach.
“You heard me, princess.”
Miss Natasha’s face twisted into a sadistic yet seductive grin, overwhelming the princess’ sense of self preservation with her overwhelming aura.
“Beg.”
The Princess melted in the head maid’s hands like an ice cream on a hot summer day, her voice, her commands, how she was so sensual yet so commanding… Princess Cynthia was getting wetter just thinking about it.
“U-u-uhhhmm…” Princess Cynthia gulped, swallowing whatever pride she had. “I-I…. want… it…”
“Oh come on… I know you can do better than that, my dear…” Miss Natasha said, applying pressure with her pointer finger to the very bottom of the princess’ chin, forcing her to look up directly at her. “Now… beg.”
Swallowing again, the princess shivered, knowing that exactly what she was about to say would be extremely degrading.
Yet, she loved it.
“P-p-please… M-m-mistress… Natasha… c-can I worship… your body…?”
“Ooooh~ Calling me ‘mistress’ already, dear~? That’s quite bold of you~ Did you learn that from one of the archivist’s books~?”
The princess’ cheeks flushed red like a strawberry, knowing that the only experience she’d had so far with anything eluding to dirty talk was from dialogue in the different erotic literature works she’d been able to borrow from Mr. Beccus.
“Y-yeah…” She said, bowing her head down shamefully.
Mistress Natasha pushed Princess Cynthia’s head up once again.
“Oh~ Don’t be ashamed, little princess… You’re well into the age… thinking about your fantasies is quite normal…”
“T-they are?!?”
“Oh but of course… little princess… Do you honestly believe that everyone out there is truly proper and well mannered every waking moment? Heavens no… they’re full of dirty little secrets, wants and needs… all just waiting for the right moment... ”
The princess nodded.
“T-then… these… these thoughts… these fantasies are… normal…?”
“You see, princess…” Mistress Natasha said, bringing her face close once again. “Everyone has fantasies, of a different kind and different breed…”
“B-b-but…”
“Oh, it’s no big deal, princess… That’s what you have desires for…to indulge them…” The head maid put both her hands on the princess’ shoulders, bringing her in closer to her well-rounded chest ornaments. “Be honest… if you wanted to stay so frail and innocent, you wouldn’t be checking out erotic literature from our castle’s glorified librarian, would you?”
The princess looked down again, embarrassed but aroused.
“I-I… I suppose…”
“Then be honest with me… and yourself, princess… Indulge in your desires…” She said, pulling the princess in for a brief facial introduction to her dress-clad breasts. “Be a good girl… and beg.”
The princess stayed silent, still unsure of what she felt.
“Hmph…” Miss Natasha huffed, letting go of the princess’ shoulders.
“So… what’ll it be, princess? Submit and indulge…live out your wildest fantasies with me… or remain a girl, smart and proper, who’ll only ever fantasize about living the life she wishes…. Either way… there’s no going back~”
“I…I…”
The princess stammered, struggling to say what she wanted to say.
“I-I want… to b-be your…”
Stuttering nervously, the princess worked up some courage, replying so boldly that even Miss Natasha had to raise an eyebrow, impressed by the nervous princess’ reply.
“I want to be your slave, mistress…”
“Good… good…” Mistress Natasha chuckled. “Now… beg…”
“P-please… My… My mistress… can… can I worship… your body?”
“And?”
“Y-y-your… b-butt.”
“And…?”
“A-and?” The princess had no idea what else Mistress Natasha wanted her to point out and beg for.
“Oh dear, little princess… It’s okay… we’ll work on your begging skills… I’ll make sure of it~”
Mistress Natasha’s voice was terrifying, an odd combination of unsettling and comforting… one could tell that she was sincere and caring but had quite a lot of sadistic intent hidden behind it.
“Now…” She grabbed the princess’ shoulders again, this time shoving her deep into her bust, practically smothering the young girl with her well developed breasts. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
Unfortunately, the princess was too distracted in enjoying the head maid’s breasts to fully realize what was happening. Rather quickly and somehow discreetly, the head maid had managed to restrain the princess to her chair, rendering her unable to move. Rather oblivious, the princess was way too deep into the head maid’s breasts to both notice and care, sniffing up the musk of Mistress Natasha’s boob sweat like there was no tomorrow.
Mistress Natasha chuckled a little, feeling the princess’ deep breaths as she continued to restrain her.
“That’s it, little princess~” She thought to herself. “Let that musk sink in… let it intertwine deep within your body and soul… let it take over your thoughts… your reasoning… your logic… replace it all with a love for my bodily essence…”
But, in Mistress Natasha’s typical fashion, she pulled away right as the princess was really getting into her stride, leaving her somewhat disappointed by the sudden lack of musk to enjoy.
Princess Cynthia pouted a little, looking up at her new mistress.
“Awww~ such an adorable face, my princess…” Miss Natasha said, undoing the first button of her blouse. “There’ll be plenty more~ Just be patient~”
Walking around behind the princess, she grabbed the chair and pulled the restrained princess along to the middle of the room…
“Hmph?!” The princess exclaimed, as it finally dawned on her that she was unable to move.
Mistress Natasha chuckled.
“Shhhh~ Princess… Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show~”
As the music started, it was as if time itself had slowed to perfectly match its tempo. The princess felt her heart pounding like a drum, watching, waiting so carefully. Then it began, as Mistress Natasha walked out from behind her, letting her dress slowly droop lower and lower with every step. Slowly, the smooth, luxurious black silk of the dress slipped down her body, revealing more of Mistress Natasha’s beautiful, voluptuous body as it ceremoniously cascaded onto the floor.
Princess Cynthia gulped nervously, feeling the heat as her cheeks flushed a bright red as her arousal piqued.
“Gorgeous…” She thought to herself, drinking in the view.
Mistress Natasha chuckled, seeing the princess’ face as red as a cherry. She had the princess right where she wanted her, her heart in the palm of her hand, her lust weakening her guard… so that she could come in and take the reigns, effectively binding the princess to her will, with less than visible chains.
Her grin grew from ear to ear.
“Who would’ve thought…” The whispers in her own mind said. “That my next slave… would be the princess….”
Her white silk shirt was next to go, as she sat down on the table in front, spreading her legs in such a way that it left little up to imagination as her lingerie clad lower half was put on display. Her hands running up her body, accentuating each curve she had before her fingers reached the buttons of her shirt, undoing them so masterfully and quickly one would think they hadn’t been done prior. Reaching the bottom, her hands grabbed the corners, the crisp silk sheets slid apart like movie curtains, revealing lovely, toned lower chest muscles and an abundant bust.
The princess ate up the view like candy, her eyes devouring as much sight of the head maid that they could. Eyeing up her beautiful, toned form, the way that her sweat made her skin glisten even in the artificial lighting of the tutoring room. Watching as her flexible body bent over, as her hands caressed her legs before slowly pulling her long, silk stockings off with such ease.
She was wet already.
Mistress Natasha hopped off of the table, swaying her hips with each stride as she walked over to the princess, straddling her.
“So… princess… enjoy the show~?”
Princess Cynthia only nodded, finding it hard not to stare into the glorious, sweaty breasts in front of her.
“You like my body then~?”
She nodded again, now just blatantly staring back and forth between the head maid’s eyes and breasts.
Mistress Natasha smiled.
“Good… now… tilt your head back and say ahhh~”
The princess did as she was commanded, tilting her head back and opening her mouth.
“Aaahh~”
“Good girl… keep that mouth open now…”
Mistress Natasha seemingly reached down, seductively slipping the black panties she was wearing off of her, one leg at a time. Before she knew it, the princess was staring at a very well worn in, used set of panties dangling above her face. They looked as if they had been worn for quite some time without being taken off, their color a very faded black, with a very clear damp stain.
“Now princess… I want you to show me… just how much you love my body… give these a good clean…” She said, starting to slowly lower the panties into her mouth.
Princess Cynthia opened her mouth a little wider, stretching out her lips slightly as she was all too eager to taste whatever her new mistress had to offer.
“Mmmfgh~” The princess moaned as the soft, moist fabric finally reached her mouth. But before she could truly enjoy it…
“HRK!” She gagged, as her tongue was met with an overwhelmingly salty and bitter flavor, combined with a strong stench of… what could only be described as traces of urine and a musky, sweaty womanhood… along with… something else… though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what that last “ingredient” was…
Mistress Natasha chuckled.
“Ha~ Gagging already, princess? I’m disappointed~” She teased. “Surely, you loved my body… you’d be able to handle my used panties, no~?”
Upon hearing this, the princess sucked on the panties hard, only to gag hard once again.
“GRK!” She gagged, her body actively rejecting the foul fabric lodged in her mouth. Her cheeks flushing bright red in humiliation, not helped by the head maid’s constant laughter.
“Not a fan of the flavor, I presume~? I’m definitely a little disappointed princess… I spent all night preparing these for you~” Mistress Natasha teased, running a finger along her womanhood to collect some of the dried up climax and stale sweat.
“Can you smell it~?'' She asked. “I couldn’t help myself… thinking about making you do this just… mmmfgh~ it makes me so hot… I don’t think I slept very much… if you know what I’m implying~”
Spurred on by both her own lust and the flavor of her mistress’ lust, she started sucking on them even harder, swishing the disgusting pair in and around her mouth from cheek to cheek.
“Good girl~” Mistress Natasha said, patting the princess’ head. “Suck in all my essence… I even fart soaked those panties too… just for you~”
Mistress Natasha tilted her head back in bliss, remembering her experience last night. She remembered it vividly, after pulling the unconscious princess out of the hamper and bringing her to her quarters, she had immediately gone back to her own quarters and began to love herself feverishly. She couldn’t help herself, having the princess herself worship her ass as she passed gas all over her nose left her all hot and bothered, despite having her own plans to make the princess her slave, she just couldn’t wait. Over and over again, she came into the pair of panties that the princess now had in her mouth. The thought of making them dirtier and dirtier only made her lust wetter and wetter, taking it up a notch, she farted and farted, letting out a few really wet sharts even.
The panties had been more than properly soaked for this moment, and now… well… All that preparation was paying off, as she enjoyed just how much the princess struggled to suck on them, despite avidly wanting this. It was clear that even though she wanted this, the head maid’s filth was very much too big of a challenge for the novice princess to tackle.
“No matter…” She thought to herself, rubbing the retching princess’ cheek. “You’ll learn to love it… whether you're a novice or not… I’m not going easy on you~” She continued running a hand through the princess’ hair, caressing her body as she kept her eyes closed, doing her best to fight her own body. Desperately, the princess held off her own gag reflex, doing her best to contain the panties within her mouth, letting her tongue pick at all more stiff bits.
“Oooh~ Working hard there princess~ You’re such a good girl~”
Mistress Natasha stood up, pulling a table closer to them.
“Are you a good little princess~?” She said, her voice all too demeaning.
The princess only nodded, her cheeks still flushed brightly as she was embarrassed, humiliated, but oh so turned on…
“Good~ Here… tilt your head back… and open your mouth~”
The princess obeyed, tilting her head as far back as she could, resting her head on the chair, before opening her mouth, the panties now back in view and still quite dirty. Mistress Natasha wasted no time, standing up on the table, she poured a little water into the princess’ mouth, before sitting down right on it.
“Let me give you something to help swallow~” She chuckled, before grunting loudly.
“PFFFFLLRRRRPTPTPT!”
“Oh~!” Mistress Natasha moaned, grabbing her stomach.
Though she was sitting right on the princess’ mouth, she definitely hadn’t intended on sharting right into it, not yet at least…
It was a powerful one too, so wet and so moist that combined with the already loose muck from the panties, it mixed into the water in the princess’ mouth, turning it into a “chocolate” milk-like liquid.
“HRK! GLRK! HLGK!” The princess gagged over and over again.
Mistress Natasha quickly got off of her mouth, now just bending over in front of her while she contemplated what she had just done. A thousand words a second raced through the interstates of her mind.
“My word… may I have gone too far? Hmm… I did tell myself I wasn’t going to go easy on her… but I wasn’t going to do ‘that’ just yet…”
Though unbeknownst to her, though the princess swallowed was gagging, she gulped it all down with glee, loving the disgusting flavor of the “chocolate” milk.
Spitting out the panties, she stared right at the head maid’s post-shart, sweaty pucker. Unable to resist her temptations… she grabbed the head maid’s posterior, shoving her nose right into the sweaty hole.
“Eep~!” Mistress Natasha jumped a little bit, feeling the warm nose start to invade her nether region. “P-Princess?!”
“Please, Mistress Natasha! Please! I’m begging you! Can… can I lick your… posterior clean…? Please?!”
“My, my, my… young princess…” Mistress Natasha said, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I’m impressed… you swallowed that liquid… and want more?”
The princess only nodded, continuing to grind her nose into the head maid’s pucker.
“Well… since you begged so nicely… I will let you…”
“R-really?!”
“But…”
“B-but…?”
“I want…” The head maid smiled sinisterly. “I want you to get me off first~ Worship me… worship my body… get that nose in my ass and sniff… while you lick my pussy… maybe if you’re good… I’ll let you taste that shithole you love so much~”
The princess wasted no time, not even taking a second to think about what she was about to do. Like a dog with a new bone, she dug her nose right into her new Mistress’ ass as deep as she could get it, while letting her tongue roll out of her mouth, beginning to lap away at her womanhood.
“Oommfgh~” She moaned, feeling the princess’ tongue slapping against her. “Such an eager girl, aren’t you~”
The princess didn’t respond, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she took in what was quite possibly her new favorite smell, despite her body’s objections. Despite her quiet whimpering and gagging, she continued to drown her senses in her new mistress’ post-shart pucker, practically snorting little bits of liquid waste as she huffed harder and harder. All the while, she continued practically slapping away at Mistress Natasha’s womanhood with her tongue.
“PFFRT!”
“Ooh~ Excuse me, princess… how unladylike of me… sniff that up, will you~?”
“PFFFFRT!”
“SNF! SNNNFFFF!” Princess Cynthia snorted sloppily, trying to suck every last particle of fart into her nostrils.
“HRK!” She gagged, as the strong, meaty stench of the head maid’s overbearing flatulence entered her nose directly.
“Good girl… really get in there and sniff that up~”
Mistress Natasha pulled on the princess' arms, pulling her face in deeper.
“PFFFLRRRRT!”
“SNF! SNF! SNF! SNNNNFFF!”
The princess could taste the head maid getting wetter as she passed gas, getting even more turned on herself.
Mistress Natasha giggled.
“You love my farts, little princess~?”
The princess just barely managed to pull her head free from Mistress Natasha’s cheeks to respond, her face drenched in butt sweat.
“Y-yes! M-mistress… y-your farts are… intoxicating… oh~! They smell so bad but… but it’s so good~!”
“Good, good…” She wiggled her butt in the princess’ face some more. “Don’t take them for granted, my dear princess…”
“O-of c-course… your farts are… like gifts… SNF! Gifts t-that… I must s-savor…SNF! SNF!”
The head maid chuckled, wiggling her butt again, really letting the princess’ nose dig into her pucker.
“Now…princess… what do you say… when someone gives you a gift~?”
“Th-thank… y-you…?” The princess asked, having an inkling as to what her new mistress wanted of her but not being rock solid in her confidence.
“That’s right~ So from now on… every time I give you a fart to breathe , to inhale, to love, to swallow~ You do just that… Okay? Now get back to licking.”
The princess’ heart fluttered, both because she was unbelievably nervous and unbelievably happy.
“This has to be a dream…” She thought to herself, feeling her own womanhood getting wetter by the second. “And if it is a dream…it’s a dream I hope I never wake up from…”
Though, she wouldn’t be given the comfort of finishing her own internal dialogue, as soon, her next “gift” arrived…
“PFFFFLLRRT!”
“SNF! SNF! SNF! Th-thank y-you… SNF! SNF!”
“Thank you, what…?” Mistress Natasha uttered, her hand gripping the top of the princess’ head, her tone of voice both sensual but commanding.
“Th-thank…you, mistress…”
“That’s better… Don’t forget next time.”
“I-I’m sorry, mistress… I promise next time I wo–”
“PFFFFRRRRAAAPP!”
The princess coughed as the gut gas forcefully entered her throat mid sentence.
“Oops~”
The princess took a couple seconds, coughing not out of disgust, just having been caught off guard.
“HACK!” She coughed, regaining her breath. “Urgh… Th-thank you, mistress…”
“You’re welcome~”
“PFFFRAAAAAPT!”
“SNF! Thank…you, mistress…”
“BRRRRRAAAAP!”
“SNFFF! SNF! T-thank.. you… Mistress…”
“PFFRRRT!”
“PFRAAAAP!”
“SHRRRRRT!”
“SNF! T-thank… SNF! Y-you… Mistress… for…
“BRRRRAAAAAAP!”
“T-thank you, mistre–”
“PBBBBRRRRRRRRRT!”
“Thank y-yo–”
“BBBRRRRRPPPPPFFFFFFFFT!”
“T-thank–”
“BBBBMMMMMMPHHHRRRRRRT!”
“Th–”
The head maid let out more and more gas, not sure if she was turned on more by the pleasurable feeling of letting out her horrendous intestinal pressure build up, the princess’ tongue, the euphoric feeling of power she had over the princess, or all three combined. Over and over again, she ripped ass, no longer caring about the “thank yous” that she’d ordered the princess to give.
The princess however, wasn’t sure if she was in heaven or hell, maybe a mix of both. On one hand, she was loving every minute of it, on the other, her body continued to retch, buck, and gag, causing her great discomfort. Though, she would be more annoyed at her own body rather than at the situation itself, as now that she had access to the head maid’s noble gas, she wanted a never ending supply of it and was definitely getting a seemingly endless supply of it.
Over and over she sniffed and sniffed, now not even trying to keep up with the ordered gratitude, as her mind was too filled with pleasure, enjoying every particle she could of her new mistress’ ass blasts.
It was a complete dream come true, and to think that it was only the beginning… The princess’ mind was filled with pleasure just thinking about it. A ship of her own lust floating on an ocean of pleasure, practically sinking in it as it overwhelmed her mind in its entirety.
Though she would be soon snapped back into reality, as the head maid finally broke the ongoing pattern.
“Ow!” She thought, feeling the bridge of her nose gripped by two fingers.
“Shut up and eat… my… ass…” Mistress Natasha panted, her eyes having rolled back as she arched her back in pleasure.
The princess practically leaped with joy, shoving her soft, delicate lips on the horrid, filthy, flexing pucker, practically creating an airtight seal around it as she sucked hard, trying to consume every last fart particle that was expelled from it and directly down her throat.
Fighting the current of the “wind” in her mouth, she thrust her tongue outwards, the tip landing like a bullseye right in the middle of the head maid’s pucker.
Mistress Natasha moaned, feeling the warmth of the princess’ tongue against her as she continued to rip ass.
“PFFFFFRRRT!”
“BRRRRROOOOORRRRRPT!”
“T-that’s it… princess… right there…”
Spurred on by the sound of her mistress’ pleasure, the princess continued thrusting her tongue in and out of the head maid’s lovely, reeking shithole. Practically digging for bits of brown gold with how much her tongue rubbed around both inside and out and around it.
“Mmmmfgh~” She moaned, her voice completely drowned in the sea of cheeks she found herself in.
“PFFFLLRRRRRRRPPPPPT!”
“Oooh~ That was a wet one… Did you enjoy that, princess~?”
The princess kept licking, her mind too occupied in enjoying the intense flavors permeating her mouth, nose and throat.
“I’ll take that as a yes~”
“BBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT!”
“FFFFRRRRRRRPTPTPT!”
Mistress Natasha was feeling good. In fact, she was starting to feel really, really good. It had been some time since her last little “romp” with a toy of hers. Having been pent up for so long only made everything feel so much better, despite the princess being an amateur. Though what made up for her lack of experience was just her title, a princess. There were few who knew of the head maid’s past, even fewer who knew just how debaucherous it was. Other than herself and the castle’s archivist, not a soul knew anything about “Miss Natasha.” In a past life, one that had reared its oh so beautiful head again just recently, the head maid was a secret dominatrix, serving to bring only the most taboo of pleasures to varying royal families. More specifically, their princesses, no one could tell you why, not even the head maid herself, but there was something about having a cute, innocent, and so revered princess being forced to partake of her own bodily filth that turned Mistress Natasha on so much. And although she thought that that life was behind her, working for another royal family, seeing Princess Cynthia in all of her innocent and revered glory, being probably the most innocent looking of all the princesses she’d topped in her life, well… it just triggered that old itch.
Speaking of triggers, it had appeared that Mistress Natasha’s had been pulled, as she grabbed the princess hair with both hands, forcing her to stay with her mouth planted right up against her hole as she ripped both the fattest fart she had left in her and cummed the hardest she’d had in a very, very long time.
“Ahn~!” She moaned loudly, her whole body quivering and bucking, her spine contracting. Her climax sprayed out, splattering all over the princess’ neck, chin, and torso.
After a moment’s rest, she finally let go of the princess’ hair. Princess Cynthia gasped, finally freed from her pleasurable but smelly prison, though feeling a bit underwhelmed, having not cum yet, despite her dream-like scenario.
“Haven’t cum yet, I see~”
“N-no…mistress… I-I… I haven’t…” The princess said, looking away.
“Then go on~ Get yourself off….”
The princess perked up a little.
“R-really? You’ll let me…?!”
“Yes, yes… a good mistress always treats her toys~ Come… lie your head down on my chair… I’ll let you lick my ass even more while you pleasure yourself…”
The princess hopped up, practically sprinting over to the comfy leather chair in the corner of the room. Mistress Natasha chuckled, adjusting her glasses while watching the princess scurry across the room, seemingly all too happy to be licking a filthy derriere.
She sighed happily, looking down at the princess as she bent over to sit on her face.
“Don’t worry, princess…” She said, smiling. “We’ll have a lot more fun together~ I have so much to teach you~” She chuckled, unable to hold it in as she descended upon the princess’ face once more, though this time pulling out a book… “The Head Maid’s Harem.”
“Ahh… I do remember these…good times…” She quietly muttered to herself, flipping through the table of contents and opening it up to a random story. “I’m glad he was able to get all of this on paper~”
Feeling fully relaxed as her butthole continued to be licked, she sat back, relaxed, and started reminiscing on the various princesses she’d dommed in a “past life” thinking of how she wanted to recreate this all with the new princess, sitting right underneath her.