Pursued by the Lusty Ghoul

  Princess to Pleasure Slave Chronicle

  Book Six

  Pursued by the Lusty Ghoul

  By Amanda Clover and Jay Aury

  @amandasmut

  Cover artwork by Deilan12

  This book and all its contents are copyright 2018 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

  Map of the Empire of Istanov

  The Chronicle

  The time of monsters was said to be at an end.

  The rise of the great human empires of Istanov, Heimsvak, and the desert kingdom of Shaddobar brought the elves to heel and drove the tribes of orcs, goblins, and stranger monsters to the margins.

  The last great monster uprising occurred more than 50 years ago, when a brave huntress named Penelope Helsdottir prevented the ascension of a new monster god and formed the Huntresses of Ctharne. These unique warrior women were dispatched throughout the known world wherever trouble arose to tame what monsters they could and destroy those that could not be made into allies.

  But within the borders of Istanov, trouble brews. Long years of peace and prosperity have blinded the Istanov dynasty and the people of this nation to a new danger. As monsters gather, seemingly heeding the call of a powerful human leader, will the nobles of Istanov react in time? Or will overconfidence prove the undoing of an empire?

  These are the Princess to Pleasure Slave Chronicles.

  Nightmares Come

  Dana Vetta could hear the screams through the cellar doors.

  She cowered among the barrels in the Dancing Hog’s basement. Her uniform and white apron were stained with the dust and grime. But if that’s all she lost in this she would be lucky. She’d heard about some of the foresters going missing over the past weeks. Travellers who’d stopped in the inn speaking of the roads being more dangerous. Of monsters raiding the countryside. But it had all been remote. Strange. Things taking place beyond the clustered homes of Havishar and the nearby bogs. She’d laughed it off, tossing her long copper hair, freckles dimpling with her smile as she’d made her way back to the kitchen, shapely hips swaying.

  Then the world had come knocking in the dead of night, and brought with it horror and death.

  She’d been cleaning off a counter when Gorvin, the innkeeper, had burst through the door. A heavy man, he’d been a reasonable employer, always stepping in if a customer got too handsy with her. Paying her well enough and providing a decent sized room for her own use. His beefy face had always been smiling and his large arms could carry two barrels of ale all on his own.

  But that red face had been pale as chalk as he stood in the doorway, his eyes roaming and settling on her.

  “Dana! Quick. The cellar. Now!”

  Dana had frozen, stunned. “What?”

  “Now girl!” he barked, rushing behind the bar and grabbing the club he kept for belligerent customers. “Monsters.”

  “What? Monsters? But, Gorvin, that’s-“

  “Don’t argue! Cellar. Now!”

  Never had he shouted at her like that. For the first time she realized he was serious, and knew what true fear was. She hadn’t argued further. As she ducked down the steps into the rear of the inn she’d seen Gorvin step out the door, where shouts had began to build. And rising above them came inhuman shrieks that had chilled her very soul.

  She whimpered where she huddled now, her breath hitching as she listened. The sound of battle and screams were beginning to fade. Her breathing slowly eased. She raised her head. Maybe the villagers had driven off the beasts? Maybe it was safe? Maybe…

  Something banged against the cellar doors. She clutched her knees to her ample chest, her eyes widening. “Oh please,” she whispered, shaking as the doors again shuddered under a blow. “Oh please gods. Gods no. Please. Please no!” she screamed as the doors gave way with a crash. Hands reached down and hauled her, struggling and screaming, into the world above.

  She was hurled to the ground of the dirt alley. She looked up at her captors and gasped in shock. She had heard of gertlings, of course. Cruel, stunted creatures with large heads, ragged pointed ears and greenish flesh. Little more than loincloths garbed them, their weapons crude spears and clubs. Two stood over her, lit by a burning cart down the street. They grinned, showing sharp teeth as they looked down at the young barmaid.

  “She good one!” one of the monsters leered.

  Dana scrambled back, pressing herself against a wall. Every breath came in great, heaving gasps as she looked frantically between the creatures.

  “Me take!” one cackled.

  “No!” the other said sharply. “Slengk want. He order!”

  The other gertling started, frank fear in his eyes. He nodded and grabbed Dana’s wrist in his bony hand. “You come! You come!”

  “Please, I don’t want ah!” Dana jumped as the other gertling jabbed her bum with a spear. The gertling grinned at her and made another stabbing motion towards her. Trembling with terror, she meekly followed the first gertling away from the tavern and into the town she’d called home.

  She was forced down the main street and past the evidence of the monster’s attack. Bodies of villagers lay scattered, their blood running into gutters and between the cobblestones of the road where she had once shopped at the farmer’s fair. Carts were overturned, their goods spilled over the ground. Every door and window was smashed and ruined, homes nothing but shells of what they once were. Gamboling among the streets were creatures of nightmares. Gertlings with sharp ears, their stunted frames more horrible for their resemblance to men as they howled and shrieked in delight. Other things stranger still prowled the streets. Canine brutes with slavering jaws bloodied with their prey. Things like men but without eyes.

  As they passed an alley a cry had Dana glance down and stop in shock. Badia, the busty tanner’s daughter, was within and on her knees, her clothes in tatters. A bristly haired monster like the bastard cross of a man and a hog crouched above her, porcine face drawn in pleasure, hands clutching the busty woman’s tits while his immense stomach rested on her back. His hips drove forward, impaling the young woman with a knotted cock.

  But the cries escaping Badia weren’t wails of horror, but ones of pleasure. Dana stared as the other woman squealed and thrust back against the brutish monster’s pounding thrusts, her eyes dim and her lips parted in panting cries. Dana stared in confusion, watching the tanner’s daughter willingly offering her cunt and plush ass to the creature. This beautiful girl had once teased men at the harvest dance but denied them even a kiss and now she thrust her hips and swung her tits against this foul, sweaty creature as if she had found the love of her life.

  “Yessss!” Badia cried eagerly. “Yess! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mnnnn! Ahhhhhh!” Badia screamed, trembling in climax, her soft lips forming into an “O” of wordless pleasure. Her monstrous lover squealed, squeezing the young woman’s breast as he came, seed pumping into the shuddering woman, overflowing from her stretched cunt in sloppy strands that feel to the ground between her feet.

  Dana couldn’t understand what she was seeing. As she searched for some meaning behind the strange sight, she noticed a number of faint scratches all over Badia’s body. A strange thing, for her porcine lover had no such claws.

  She had only a moment to consider that, for the next she felt again the jab of the gertling’s spear. “Walk!” the creature barked, and Dana stumbled on, her thoughts awhirl with confusion.

  She realized she was being prodded to the town square late. L
ittle surprise, for as they drew nearer to their goal, scenes such as the one in the alley grew more numerous. Gertlings and other monsters gripping the women of the town, women Dana had known all her life. And every one of those women were screaming with ecstasy, their eyes dark like they were drunk, their bodies littered with scratches as they swayed and thrust back against hideous creatures from nightmares, breasts heaving and nipples hardened with desperate desire for their inhuman mates.

  She glimpsed Analee, the candlemaker’s plump wife, on her knees and being rutted by a snarling wulfen as she sucked the lurid red cock of another standing upright before her. Matilda, one of Dana’s friends from the temple choir, was on her back being licked by one a gertling while she moaned and stroked the wee cocks of two others that were suckling at her milky breasts. And there, just beside where she was standing, gripping the wheel of an overturned cart and being plowed from behind, was Shiana, the priestess from the temple. Her blond hair, usually pulled back severely, was flowing freely about her pale shoulders and her back was arched as a gertling standing on a wooden box plundered her rear. The creature’s tongue lolled from its wide mouth as it gripped Shiana’s broad hips and thrust its scrawny body against her eagerly.

  Dana hadn’t long to dwell on it. The experiences were all blending together, numbing her in her horror. She shuddered as she was hauled into the town square and suddenly shoved to her knees.

  “Found this one! This one!” her gertling captors squealed.

  “Hmm. So you did.”

  Dana froze at the oily voice. She slowly raised her head.

  A creature sat on the steps of the old town hall. His flesh was pale grey and ragged with rot like he’d just climbed out of a pond. His arms and legs were wiry with corded muscle, so long they jutted out from him at sharp right angles. His hands rested on his knees, fingers tipped with long talons, the flesh of his fingers lined with black veins that faintly throbbed. From beneath a tangled mop of hair more reeds and moss than anything else, two yellow eyes glowed. Dana had heard stories of the thing before her. Tales of corpses hurled into the black bogs, risen by whatever foul magics lingered in those drowned marshes. A ghoul.

  He wasn’t alone. Idly the monster held a whimpering young woman with brown hair and clothes torn to rags, baring slight breasts and pale flesh.

  “Matia!” Dana gasped, recognizing the young wife of the mayor.

  The ghoul cocked his head towards her. “Oh, you know her?” the ghoul grinned, baring jagged teeth. His bony fingers slowly stroked Matia’s side, the young woman shuddering, but not daring to move. “Little surprise. You humans all live together so closely in towns like this. Little wonder. Such a shame, denying others such prettiness.”

  “Ah!” Matia gasped as the ghoul’s claw etched a slight scratch in her side.

  “Please! Don’t hurt her,” Dana said.

  The ghoul cackled in delight. “Hurt her?” he said, his hand sliding along Matia’s front, leaving another thin scratch all up her soft stomach before his palm came to rest against her mons. “Why would I ever hurt her? After all, we came here to free you all.”

  “What?” Dana said.

  “Oh yes,” the ghoul purred, grasping Matia’s breast. “I am Slengk. Your liberator from the petty lusts of your husbands and men. Such poor things,” he said in mock despair, kneading Matia’s breast, his talons leaving more thin scratches. “Forced to endure the small, petty cocks of humans. Such a waste. You all need more. You don’t need to be wives. You need to be slaves. Mated and bred like the cows you are.”

  Dana shuddered at his cooing words. She drew back from the monster. “You’re… you’re mad!”

  “Your friend here seems to agree with me.”

  Dana looked to Matia and started in surprise. The prim young woman’s eyes were dark and lidded. Her mouth parted and her breathing deepening. She moaned softly as the ghoul cruelly tightened his grasp on her breast, causing her to mewl with delight and rock her hips.

  “Matia! Matia, what’s wrong with you?” Dana pleaded.

  “Why nothing,” Slengk said. “She’s merely understanding her true place. Not a bad specimen. But I am a… discerning creature,” the ghoul chuckled. His glowing eyes fixed themselves on the two gertlings who had brought Dana. “Here,” he said, shoving Matia at the pair.

  Matia stumbled down the steps and fell to her knees. Dana winced at the impact, but then gaped as Matia eagerly crawled towards the two gertlings, mewling with need. “Please,” Matia gasped, pulling aside the first of the grinning monster’s loincloth aside. “Oh…”

  The gertling moaned as Matia took the monster’s knobbed cock between her lips, eagerly sucking at the wretched creature’s shaft like it was the finest candy. The other gertling, cackling with delight, tore what little remained of the young woman’s modest clothes aside, baring a firm ass and damp cunt. Without a second’s hesitation he grabbed her ass and thrust his cock into Matia’s quim.

  “Mmmmmm!” Matia moaned, redoubling her efforts on the cock of the gertling before her, thrusting eagerly back against the second as he began to plow her fertile cunt.

  “You see?” the ghoul said, wrenching Dana’s horrified gaze back to the creature. Slengk let his smile widen further, revealing more of his fangs. “All women want to be nothing but eager sluts for monster cock. Some just need a bit of encouragement.”

  Dana jerked away from him. Faster than the eye could see the ghoul’s arm lashed out, grabbing her wrist. She shuddered at the feel of those talons on her sleeve. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, let me go. Don’t… don’t do this…”

  “Oh there there!” the creature cackled, dragging her forward until she was barely an inch from him. “I’m not so bad, am I?”

  Dana gagged. Ghouls were hideous undying creatures, dwelling on the line between life and death, and this one reeked of rotting flesh and brackish water. His other hand snaked forward and stroked her cheek, the sensation making her shudder with its cruel kindness. The rasp of his talons against her supple flesh served as a reminder that he could open her veins with a swipe of his hand.

  “Oh my. You’re shaking! Don’t worry. I would never think of harming such a pretty thing as you. Oh no,” he breathed, grinning cruelly as his hand wandered lower, engulfing one of her soft breasts. Dana gasped as the ghoul suddenly tore open her dress, her ample breasts bouncing into the open. “Noooo,” the ghoul hissed, tongue slithering across his lips. “I think you’re far too good for that. Oh yes. You’re the cream of the crop to be sure. I’ve given every woman in this village to my good friends. But you? Hm. I just might have to keep you.”

  “Ah!” Dana gasped as the ghoul lightly nicked her with his talon. “P-please! Don’t hurt me.”

  “I won’t hurt you,” the ghoul hissed, grinning broadly. “No. I’m going to pleasure you. I’m going to bend you over in front of these monsters and fuck your cunt so full of cum you’ll be bloated with it. I’m going to take your mouth until you’ll only taste my cock the rest of your days.” He grabbed her teat again, his claws leaving thin cuts along her pale flesh. “I’m going to baste you in my cum until you’re begging me for more. You’re going to crawl to my feet and wiggle your pretty ass for another taste of me.”

  Dana trembled in horror at the monster’s words. And yet… and yet something else was tingling through her. Spreading through her ample breasts and plump thighs. Her breathing deepened, her eyes widened and nerves tinged as she gazed up at the monster.

  “Oh yes,” the ghoul cackled darkly, his teeth bared in a lascivious grin as he saw his toxins begin to work. “Do you feel it, little human? That’s the feeling of my special poisons. Such wonderful little things. Makes women so eager and pliant. You just can’t wait to taste my cock, can you?”

  “N-no,” Dana gasped, trying to twist away from the monster. “I… I don’t…”

  “You are a willful one! I like you! But…don’t you want me to fuck you?” the ghoul hissed.

  The lewd word sent
a pulse through Dana’s core. She bit her lip at the heat burning its way through her. She did want him to fuck her. She tried to fight such a blasphemous urge and her eyes cast around the town square. The scenes of depravity all around her only weakened her resolve further.

  “You don’t want me to touch you? To play with you? To fondle your pretty tits like this?”

  “Ahhhhnnnn!” Dana cried out as the monster kneaded her soft breast with a clawed hand. She shook her head, even as liquid fire raced down to her core, her pussy dampening against her underwear.

  “Oh your words say no, but your body is soooo eager,” the ghoul hissed with delight. He slipped his hand under her skirt, cupping her mound, feeling the dampness through the thin fabric of her underwear. “She’s so warm boys!” the ghoul laughed to the watching monsters. “So needy and eager for my cock, aren’t you, slut?”

  “I… I don’t… nnnn…”

  Laughter boomed from the watching monsters as Dana struggled not to yield to the creature’s foul touch. The gertlings who had captured her shrieked with laughter even as they spit roasted the moaning Matia between them. The ghoul cackled and hooked a finger in her panties, tearing them away and leaving a thin scratch along her mound.

  “Mnnn!” Dana squealed as pure fire blazed in her cunt.

  “Oh, that doesn’t sound like a no,” the ghoul laughed.

  “She not want.”

  The ghoul paused. He slowly turned away from Dana, his glowing eyes resting on the monsters gathered around him.

  “What?”

  “She not want,” a gertling said. Dana stared at the stunted little creature who had stepped forward. “She saying no.”

  The ghoul’s grin fell. He released Dana, who fell to the ground with a whimper. The ghoul prowled forward, his bony legs lifting him to his full height. He towered over the small gertling, staring down at him.

  “You think so, Girki?” the ghoul said with icy pleasantness.