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Planet Mansrulia

Chapter 2 Breakfast

Chapter II:  Breakfast


Master Korr walked down a long corridor to the Great Hall, a large and exquisite banquet hall where he ate and entertained guests.  As he walked down the hallway, he passed scores of elegant, dazzling pleasure slaves of all different ethnicities, frozen in place, lining the hall.  They were all on pedestals, posing in various positions to accentuate their lovely and delicate features.  They were trained to stay completely motionless for twelve-hour shifts.  The only movement they were allowed to make was the lowering of their head when a Man passed. 


Master Korr leered evilly from side to side as he passed the countless statuesque females, making mental notes about which ones he was going to rape today. 


The thin but shapely Italiana slave, wearing a skimpy, all-revealing white silk toga, with long black curls that barely covered her plump, ripe, 18-year old breasts?  Yes.


The lithe, dark-skinned 16-year old Egyptian slave, with her gold and jade inlaid headdress and long black gown, with straight black shoulder-length hair and bangs above her thin black eyebrows and perfectly-shaped ripe, round b-cup mounds?  Absolutely.


The tiny, petite, 14-year old Japanian slave with her waist-long hair pulled up into two tight buns on the top of her delicate head, posing with a fan in her silken red geisha dress hiked up so high that it only halfway covered her small, perfectly round teenage ass?  Most definitely.


But first Master Korr must eat.  And being a Man of such extreme size and strength, he had a voracious appetite.


The Royal Banquet Hall was a huge, ice-pillared room with a long red carpet that led to Master Korrs throne.  On either side of the red carpet, there were countless beautiful Norlandian slaves lined up shoulder-to-shoulder facing inward towards the carpet. 


Each girl was hand-picked and incredibly beautiful, exemplifying the finest traits of Norlandian breeding:  long, dark, cherry-red hair; smooth, pale white skin; icy-blue eyes; high cheekbones, thin cheeks, and a sharp but feminine chin; full, pale-red lips; perfectly rounded, pale-white breasts with full, pinkish-red nipples (size-dependant on age, of course); slender waists that were thin without being muscular; perfectly rounded heart-shaped asses; long, slender, graceful legs and tiny, weak, thin arms; and, in one of the only variances of Planet Mansrulia social norms, Master Korr required a handful of his pure-bred Norlandian slaves to maintain a neat, clean, perfectly trimmed tuft of their bright red pubic hair.  


These beautiful teen whores were Master Korrs banquet-slaves.  They were in charge of cooking all of Master Korrs meals for him (and any guests), cleaning the banquet hall from top to bottom, doing dishes, and, of course, providing their Lord with pleasure.  They were not technically in the class of pleasure-slaves, but about as close as you could get.  To the untrained eye, they were perfect specimens of female beauty and Norlandic perfection.


They all wore perfectly matching uniforms: light, baby-blue aprons with white lace trim.  These aprons were cut so that the thin shoulder straps lowered and came together just beneath the slave girls udders, keeping their young, pale teets exposed.  The aprons were cut just short enough to cover the slaves tummies, keeping their beautiful young cunts and tiny teen assholes readily available for use.


As Master Korr walked into the Royal Banquet Hall, he watched as over one hundred of his banquet slaves lowered to their knees and placed their cherry-colored heads upon the stone floor.  Their round, young asses stood perfectly arched in the air as their thin, feeble arms laid outstretched on the ground in worship position.


Master Korr walked down the blood-red carpet towards his enormous, penis-shaped throne.  As he walked, he kept his eyes peeled for any movement from his banquet slaves, a sure sign of disobedience.  All of his girls were perfectly still, and Korr was pleased. 


Because Master Korr was not entertaining other Guests this morning, he would receive breakfast at his throne instead of the banquet table. 


Master Korrs throne was an enormous ice sculptured penis, 20 feet high, with two giant boulder-sized testacles for armrests.  His seat was carefully carved out of the ice for him to sit and was lined by soft, white polar bear fur. 


Master Korr scanned the banquet room at the sight of all his dumb, obedient, beautiful slaves kneeling before him and then clapped his hands twice. 


“Up cunts!  Serve your Lord and Master!  Im getting hungry!” he roared at them.  Instantly the scores of lovely young redhead teens popped up and started running around the banquet hall, trying to remember what they were supposed to do before they got a severe beating.


Immediately, a gorgeous, bright-eyed, slender Nordic fuckdoll appeared before Korr with a large silver coffee mug in her hands.  She held the large cup up to Korr with her slender arms and bowed her head.  Korr could tell by the size of her ripening breasts poking out above her apron that she was about 17-years old.  They were just between a B and C-cup and her nipples were widening and darkening, signaling that she was nearing the 19-year old breeding age.


Master Korr took the mug from her hands and, without having to say a word, the obedient, beautiful slave lowered herself to her knees and took Korrs mighty cock delicately into her small, subservient hands. 


Even with both hands wrapped around the base of Korrs cock, her thin fingers could not touch.  Master Korrs cock was simply too gargantuan.  But this was perfectly normal, so she slowly and reverently started to stroke her Lords cock up and down, while gently kissing his enormous cock-head over and over again, just as she was taught since childhood training.


At first, the exquisite young beauty was terrified because Korrs giant cock was not growing, despite her best efforts at pleasing Him.  If she could not arouse her Lord for his all-important breakfast cum, she would surely be culled.  But after a few moments, slowly but surely, Korrs cock began to grow to a tremendous size, from a thick, 18-inch, limp log to an over two-foot long rock-hard missile.


Korr held his coffee and smelled the aromatic beverage, and he smiled in amusement as he witnessed the look of terror come and go from the brainless whores face.  “Dont worry little cunt,” he thought, “Ill give you plenty of food for your tiny little tummy.”


The whore continued to pump and lick her Lords tool as best she could, but it was getting so large she needed to bring him to completion before he got bored or angry.  Because Mens cocks were so much bigger than females throats on Planet Mansrulia, slave girls are taught from a young age how to dislocate their jaws to give a Man maximum pleasure.  Those that couldnt dislocate their jaws had their jaws broken.  Those that still couldnt do this were culled, because what good is a female who could not fully serve her Lord sexually? 


The slender teen unhinged her jaw and, as it hung agape, she positioned herself over her Lords tool delicately and deliberately.  Then, still on her knees, she slowly pushed her lovely, empty head down over her Masters cock and took it deeply into her skull and down into her throat, as all girls are trained to do from childhood. 


She amazingly took over half of her Lords cock down her throat; not bad for a banquet slave.  Some very highly specialize pleasure slaves could take more than that (and a few could take it all!) but this required intense training.  Normally, taking over half of a mighty Mans fully erect penis down a slim slave girls throat would split the girls esophagus or break her neck.


With her head and throat fully stuffed, the slave girl moved her hands behind her back, in complete subservient cock-sucking position, and started moving her head up and down, trying her best to please and stimulate her Lord.


Korr grabbed a large handful of her long, beautiful, dark red hair near the base of her scalp and started pumping his giant, pulsating cock down the young sluts throat, laughing as he saw her try to stifle her gag reflex.  They both knew that if she moved her folded arms from behind her back to in front of her in an effort to push away, she would suffer a tortuous death. 


The whore was a good girl, however, and did not flinch, even as Master pumped deeper and deeper, past his cocks halfway point.


Korrs large, round, cantaloupe-sized balls tightened with anticipation, getting ready to unleash a flood of holy semen into this lucky slaves stomach.  As Korr pumped her empty head on his cock like she was a rag doll, he delighted at the sight of her young, ripening udders jiggling up and down at every thrust.


“Mmmmmm…..OOOOHHHHH……FUCK YEAH!  EAT YOUR BREAKFAST YOU DUMB LITTLE CUNT!!!”  Korr unleashed shot after shot of hot, milky-white semen down his young slaves throat and into her awaiting teen tummy.  The girl felt the hotness of his load and felt her tiny tummy fill with a flood of warmth.  Although close to unconsciousness from oxygen depravation, she felt extremely happy for pleasing her Lord and Master and for getting some much needed nutrition today.


Korr pulled out his giant, erect tool and looked down at the panting teen fuckslave.  “Clean it up, you ungrateful bitch!” he shouted.  Immediately, the young girl summoned the last of her strength and sat up and started quickly and methodically running her tongue over her Lords mighty member. 


“Good girl.  Now turn around.”  The slave girl obediently turned her petite, thin body around and got on all fours in bitch position, as all slave girls are taught to do when being dismissed.  She wore nothing but a collar and an apron, so her backside was completely uncovered except for a thin blue string around her neck and her waist holding the apron in place.  Her perfectly round teen ass opened up as she bend down, exposing her tiny, cleanly washed asshole and young, teen slit. 


“Dismissed!” Korr shouted, as he violently kicked her round ass with his giant, manly feet, sending the skinny whore reeling down the steps and to the ground. 


Korr laughed heartily as he watched the slut walk away in shame, covered in scrapes and bruises from her fall.  He then realized he needed a little something extra for his coffee….





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