The Ebony princess by Jorgan

On the African west coast, in one of the smallest nation on earth, with a population of less than 300 000, a spoilt and wicked young princess by the age of twenty-one, named Gw´Neela, inspected her own lion den. She had always enjoyed watching her feline predators feeding, how they tore their live prey apart and consumed them.
The beautiful successor to the throne had had all of her suitors turned down by her father, the king. Hence, she was still technically a virgin. What her father didn't know, was that she had developed great skill in the royal art of self-service. She masturbated on a regular basis, at least three or four times a day, often with her best friend, Jennifer, the twenty-three year old daughter of a German diplomat who was married to a native woman. The two young ladies did almost everything together. They talked about their sinister interests, watched National Geographics, listened to music and fondled themselves and each other. One of their favourites was watching a male goat being attacked by a lioness. The feline always seemed to go for the stinking penis first of all, even before the inescapable kill. First she bit off his penis and testicles, then she choked him to death and fed on his fresh meat. The girls got excited as they watched the gruesome castration act, and laughed hornily as the lioness ate the goat. More often than not, they masturbated as well. They had spent many hours talking about how awesome it would be to watch a naked man being thrown in to Mathilda, the lioness. They had amused each other by picking out an unknowing foreign tourist at random when they were out dining or shopping together, saying how easy it would be to make this man disappear into thin air, or accusing him of criminal actions and have him sentenced to death. Death by lioness.
They spent a small fortune shopping for clothes, CDs, and other fashionable items. Now and then they struck up a conversation with one of the rare foreign tourists. They did it mainly because it was an excellent occasion to practise their english, but also because they knew it might come in handy to have a contact if the perfect moment finally appeared. They were patient. And the patience paid off.
One Wednesday afternoon, when the two women were out shopping for sexy underwear, they bumped into a Swedish businessman on his way to South Africa. The played hard-to-get, and a few minutes later, he was eating out of their hands. They got his phone number and said they might call him later, if he was still around. And the Swede stayed for a couple of extra days. He called his employer and told him a lie about being terribly ill. He spent the following days in his expensive hotel room, watching African TV-shows, drinking tax-free liquor and waiting for them to call.
Ulf Persson, a middle-aged man with a strong desire for black women, couldn't wait for the two foxes to call him. He was convinced that they had always dreamt of sleeping with a white man. And who was he to deny them that pleasure? He had surely seen better days, and his physique wasn't what it once had been, but he knew he wouldn't let them down. He had always been a very attentive lover, and a great pussy-eater. Many women could give proof of that. So, his cock wasn't huge, but it wasn't the size that mattered, it had to do with how you used it.
They wanted to meet him at the pier, just south of town, at two p.m. He shaved, but as the young lady had requested, he didn't use after-shave. He couldn't figure out why, but guessed it had to do with either traditions or some kind of allergy.

The ladies turned up twenty minutes later than agreed, in a brown Ford Mondeo, a rather modest car for a princess he thought. They picked him up and took him for a ride along the magnificent coast line. The scenery was amazing. They had a picnic at a deserted beach hut, grilled chicken, watermelon, fruit salad and white wine. The two native beauties complemented him on his general knowledge, they said he seemed to know everything about the country and its history. He was flattered, but didn't reveal the source of his great knowledge: the tourist guide he had bought at the airport.
Shortly after sunset, Princess Gw´Neela decided it was time to go "home". Since her friend, Jennifer, hadn't had any wine, it was decided that she should drive the car. Gw´Neela and Ulf seated themselves in the backseat. The ebony-black royalty gently rubbed her naked leg against the horny Swede and giggled at his old and stale jokes. She noticed that he got erected almost instantly. What a shameless pig, she thought behind her sophisticated smile.
They parked the car in the garage and walked down the stairs to the Princess' secret domain arm-in-arm, while singing an improvised medley of various disco tunes from the seventies. One of them had a real good time, and the other two were full of wicked expectation. No one had seen their guest as they arrived. No one of the staff was allowed to enter this part of the palace without her permission. They had all the time they needed.

Ulf admired the two lovely ladies while they traded gossip and jokes with each other. He could hardly believe his luck, that two such beautiful women had invited Him to this private little party. He figured they were hot for his wisdom and experience. Some women simply craved for more than a firm, tanned and muscular body. And... was he grateful for that! Tonight, he was gonna fuck a real life Princess. He undressed her with his hungry eyes. Her skin was so black, it almost seemed blue in the artificial light. And what a body she had! A huge but incredibly shapely ass, the kind you only saw on black women. And small, pointy breasts with big nipples. Plus a pair of long, nicely matured legs. And yet, the best of it all: a face of purest breed. Big, almond-shaped eyes, that radiated both humour and intelligence. A mouth that always seemed to smile, surrounded by the thickest and sexiest pair of lips he had seen in years. And she didn't use lipstick. There was no need for that. She was all for real. Her natural odours were, he thanked higher powers, free from perfume.
Jennifer was a different matter. She appeared to be rather plain in comparison. Simple, but not stupid. Good looking, but not breathtaking. She had light brown skin, like most women he had seen in Brazil on his trip there last year, and really big tits. They were at least four times as big as the Princess'. She looked more like the sort of woman who might come on to you in the street, asking for a light or if you were interested in having a good time. A little bit classier, but still...
After two hours or so of not too serious conversation, the women, and Jen in particular, started hinting at more daring pleasures. She wasn't very subtle, but Ulf didn't really mind. After all, that was why he was here. She spread her thick, womanly thighs and let him have a look at her pink panties. He could even see the thick pubic bush beneath the thin cotton material, and the damp spot in the middle. She broke the spell by pulling down the skirt to her knees again. He smiled stupidly, but couldn't find the right words. He realised that he had had a bit too much to drink already, and decided that enough was enough. He reached for her hand and tried to move closer to her, when he suddenly felt weak and dizzy. The lights, the sound of the music and their voices... everything seemed strange... fuzzy... warped... like some psychedelic movie from the late sixties. He fell forwards and landed with his face between those gorgeous thighs. All of a sudden, everything turned pink. He smelt something fishy, and even though he could barely move his arms, he tried to burrow his way closer to her hidden treasure. He felt the curly pussy-hair tickle his cheeks. The sweet smell was overwhelming. With a final effort he managed to open his mouth and place a wet kiss on the stained panties...

He woke up in total darkness. His head ached and he was still feeling dizzy and nauseous. Somebody had tied his hands and feet. He was laying spread-eagled and completely naked on his back on some cold, hard surface. For what must had been twenty or thirty minutes, there wasn't a sound to be heard. Then somebody turned on the light.
-Oh, my! Cinderella has awoken! What an honour!
Ulf managed to focus his eyes on the speaker. It was the ebony Princess. She wasn't wearing anything except a huge piece of raw, blood-dripping meat that dangled in her right hand. Ulf stared right into her shaven cunt. He realised he was laying on the ground. She placed her feet on either side of his head.
-Mister businessman want some... pussy, yes?
He just stared at her, completely puzzled. What was all this? What had they done, and most important, what were they going to do to him? Surely, anybody living in a luxurious palace like this wouldn't kidnap a modest businessman like him for some paltry reward... or would they?
Gw´Neela smiled at him, like some little evil girl who finally had been given the chance to get even with her bigger brother. Only... he hadn't done her any harm. She spoke again:
-I asked you, Mister businessman... do you want some pussy? Yes or no?
-Eeeh... I don't understand. Why…
Gw´Neela had a grim expression on her face.
-Yes, I can see that you do not understand. But I think that my question is relevant and very easy to comprehend. Do... you... want... some... pussy? Yes... or no? Answer me!
She uttered the last words with a ton of cold steel in her voice.
-Yes. Yes!
Ulf trembled, but kept staring at her smooth, hairless cunt. The fat, swollen labia was slightly spread. He couldn't help but admiring the black and slick flesh with the red and purple delicate meat inside. Her cunt glimmered with moist and she smelled like his wildest wet dream come true. Was she playing some kind of S/M game? Maybe she just wanted to scare the crap out of him.
-Say it!
-I want some pussy.
-With conviction!
-I want some pussy!
-Good! And you will have some. Jennifer!
Ulf heard metallic clicking, and the sound of a door swinging open. He could smell something stronger than the Princess' pussy. Something bestial. The moment later, his heart almost stopped. No more than five or six steps away from his helpless body, a giant cat, a five hundred pound heavy lioness, watched his terrified face. Gw´Neela threw her the huge chunk of fresh meat. The feline caught it in mid-air and began chewing on it. Ulf couldn't keep his eyes off her. He started to understand that perhaps his life had come to an end.
The Princess squatted over his face and whispered:
-You will eat my pussy... or the pussycat will eat you! And you should keep in mind that I have very high standards. Very high indeed! Now... go to work!
This was not the right time to argue, Ulf understood, so he did what he was told. She was wet and ready and she tasted fantastic. Truth to be told, he had never ever tasted a cunt this delicious. He licked, sucked and drank her. Gw´Neela enjoyed his eagerly slurping mouth as she looked straight into the eyes of the lioness. The giant cat observed her mistress' treatment of the pale-skinned man. She appeared to be bewildered as she smelled the black woman's juices.
The feline lay down close to the frightened man who was pleasuring her owner orally. The wet noises and the strong smell made her curious. She watched his little pink tongue run up and down and in and out of the hairless cunt.
Jennifer sat down beside the lioness and stroke her fur. She waited patiently for Gw´Neela to finish her cunnilingus audience. As usual, it lasted very long, more than twenty-five minutes, until the Princess was finally satisfied. Jen straddled the helpless man's face and sat down on it. She gave him all of her 160 pounds straight in the face. She even pulled up her feet and placed them on his belly. She loved feeling a man's trapped face beneath her naked ass. The butterflies in her stomach every time she seated herself comfortably. His trembling lips against her wet labia. His nose embedded between her large buttocks, and preferably probing into her asshole, against his will. His pleading sounds below her pussy when the pressure increased, when she really made him understand just how useless he was. Oh, what a sweet moment, when he surrendered to her, when she knew that he wouldn't dare trying to bite her most sensitive parts, even if he couldn't breathe, and his very life depended on her good will. That was just about the only way she could appreciate a man.
Unlike her royal friend, Jennifer wasn't at all concerned with how she acted or sounded during her face-sitting sessions. All she was interested in was having a real good time, nothing else. And Gw´Neela was accustomed to her rather sleazy, violent and messy acts of "love" by now. This white man sure did give good head. He used his whole mouth, not only the tongue, to please her. She loved the way he sucked huge amounts of her hairy and fleshy pussy into his mouth and sort of chewed on it without really using his teeth much. She playfully fondled his ball-sac, without touching his stiff penis. Then, as she reached the climax for the first time, she squeezed his balls until he groaned in pain under her ass. His agony increased her delight. She repeated the procedure a few minutes later. This time she had a really strong and powerful orgasm that lasted for at least thirty seconds. She squeezed his testicles violently and pressed her pelvis hard against his face.
She changed position and sat down on his chest, this time facing him. She slid down until her ass-crack met his lips.
-Now, you start licking my ass, or you die!
Ulf knew she meant what she said. He tickled her bitter-tasting crack with the tip of his tongue. Jennifer sighed impatiently:
-When I tell you to lick my ass, I want you to lick my asshole, stupid! The heavy mulatto lady spat him between the eyes and began fondling her swollen cunt with slow movements. Ulf began cleaning her backdoor entrance with mixed emotions. He felt both disgust and some strange, unexpected humble joy in licking her anus. And he adored the sight of her strikingly beautiful pussy, and the way she touched herself.
-Now, I want you to stick your filthy tongue deep, deeeep into my asshole, piggy! I spit on you! And she spat him in the face again. Ulf dug his tongue through the tight rim and began fucking her asshole with his tongue. He pushed as deep into her as he could, and then withdrew, only to repeat the act, again, and again, and again...
Jennifer spasmed and tried to chop off his dirty tongue with her rim. This orgasm was second to no other orgasm she had ever experienced before. Before the final wave of purest pleasure had swept through her sweaty body, she started pissing him in the face. She managed to hit him in both eyes, and commanded him NOT to close them. She target-practised on his blinking blue eyes and nostrils. She figured, with his mouth busy licking her ass, he might as well drink her piss through the nose. She could hear Gw´Neela laugh wickedly in the background.

The two women left him there, alone with the lioness, trapped and piss-reeking. They knew the feline wasn't hungry, but how was he to know that she wasn't going to eat him? The big cat never killed a trapped prey. They knew, even though they had never tried it before.
-How about watching a movie and have a snack, asked Gw´Neela.
Jennifer glanced at Ulf and responded:
-Fine. I'm in the mood for a romantic comedy.
-There's that new Julia Roberts movie...
And they left the basement. Ulf stared at the lioness, and tried with all his might not to show the horror he felt.

Two hours and fifteen minutes passed. They both looked very relaxed and a little bit drunk when they returned. Ulf, who by now was scared half to death, whimpered miserably as soon as he saw them:
-Thank God! I'll do anything... Anything you ask of me, if you only let me live. For a moment, I thought...
-No! WE will do anything... ANY... THING... we please to you. You shall only face the facts. WE are in control, and YOU are nothing but a worthless slave, Gw´Neela said with a stern expression.
The women undressed and then entered the cell. Jennifer sat down beside the giant cat and began fondling its ears. A few months ago, this would have been an impossibility. The lioness would never had accepted her presence. But for the last several months, Jen had been the one bringing the lioness her live prey – mainly goats and pigs. The feline had finally accepted her mistress' best friend and now allowed her the liberty of walking around naked in the den at any hour of the day.
-You're such a darling, Mathilda, Jennifer said and rested her head on the lion's chest. She listened to her heart.
Mathilda had lost interest in the bound man shortly after the two women had left them alone. He didn't fight or try to run away from her, and besides, she had just eaten. She just watched him for a while, until she got bored and fell asleep.
Gw´Neela put her naked foot in the prisoner's face and asked Jennifer:
-How does it feel to have somebody lick your ass?
-Try it and you'll find out, Jen answered lazily.
-God didn't create the tongue, so that it should be used to clean assholes.
-How do you know?
-It's filthy!
-Uhu... And it sure feels terrific!
-Dirty!
-Mmm... and sexy! Look, you are a Princess, and he is just another article of consumption. He's got the tongue, and you've got the asshole, and he is not going anywhere, so you should at least try it.
-Hmmm...
The black royalty turned around and sat down on his face. She watched his limp penis and nervously moving feet when he started wetting her crack with his tongue. A tickling sensation travelled up her spine. Jen was right – this wasn't bad at all. Then she noticed his penis was growing hard again.
-Look, Jen! His getting excited. What a filthy pig!
-I told you. He was born to do it!
-I believe you're right. Gw´Neela slid down a hand and began stroking herself. Her damp pussy was resting on his chin. She stroke the area above her erect clitoris while he penetrated her virgin rim for the first time. She climaxed right away.
-WOW! I never thought it would be this good!
Jennifer smiled knowingly and continued to pet the lioness. After a minute or so, Jen got too hot to just watch, so she started rubbing herself as Gw´Neela rode the slave's face. The Princess was always magnificent to behold when she was enjoying any kind of sexual stimulation. Her firm and pointy tits heaved as she panted greedily and moved her hips harder and faster. She ordered the man:
-Just hold your tongue like that! Keep it still!
She began fucking it rhythmically, while rubbing her own clit with faster and faster finger movements. Jennifer and Mathilda watched the scene with fascination. Gw´Neela sighed and moaned her way through another long, bestial orgasm, but never lost her pace. She tried to push his tongue further up her ass each time she landed on his face. She thanked her lucky star she had been working out in the gym five days a week for the last couple of years, otherwise she would have collapsed already. She finished herself, and him, off by fucking his head so hard that she slammed it against the floor and rendered him unconscious. She felt disappointed when his soft tongue slid out of her anus.

They didn't feed Mathilda the next day. They kept her locked up in the adjoining cell, only a few meters away from him. The noticed how she changed during that day, how she bared her teeth and stared at him like she did on any other live meal being served to her. She even tried to reach him through the iron bars, but he was out of harm's way. For a while. The both fucked his face twice during that second day, and sensed how he grew more terrified.
Gw´Neela squatted above his face and bared her own teeth at the lioness and roared playfully. Mathilda answered with an almost deafening roar and clawed at the iron bars. The Princess laughed and started pissing on Ulf.
-This is the only thing you will be given to drink from now on, so you better not let it go to waste.
He reluctantly opened his mouth and swallowed mouthfuls of her golden nectar. Gw´Neela kept her eyes locked on her hungry lioness all the time.

In the morning on the third day, the women satisfied themselves on the petrified man, who had spent the entire night listening to the furious lioness' every move. Jennifer scratched Ulf hard in the face and on the chest. The smell of blood triggered the female predator in the other cell. She tried to break down the cell door, but calmed down after a short while. She sat down close to the bars and waited patiently, like she knew it was only a matter of time...
Gw´Neela stood above the trembling man with her feet on either side of his chest. She released a golden ray that hit one of his bleeding wounds. He screamed and shuddered spastically. Mathilda roared and bided her time. Gw´Neela watched the mighty lioness wag her tail real slow, like she always did before an attack.
After Jennifer too had washed his upper body and his numerous wounds with her urine, they punched him in the head until they were sure he was unconscious. Then they unlocked the shackles and left the cell.

They returned shortly after lunch. The horrified and naked man was sitting in the opposite corner of his cell, as far away from the starved cat as possible. He was crying like a child. His face was a pale mask of sheer terror.
The incredibly aroused and expectant women kissed each other with wide open mouths for several minutes. The smell of their swollen, lubricated pussies mixed with the stench of the man's fear and the cat's predatory odour. They finished the kiss unwillingly and faced their slave. Gw´Neela gazed at him.
-Mathilda is very hungry. She has not eaten in days.
-No! NO! Please! Don't do this! Please... What have I possibly done to deserve this? I am not an evil man. I... He broke down and cried again.
-Who says you have done something to deserve this? You egoistic, self-centred little man! Do you really think the whole world revolves around You?
-But Why?!
-What a foolish question! Because I want to! Because... You are Nothing! Because... I own you. And because... Mathilda is hungry.
Ulf threw himself to the floor and pleaded to her:
-I beg you, Dear Princess! Don't do this to me! Don't kill me!
-I am not going to kill you. Do I look like a cannibal to you?
The women laughed. Mathilda remained almost completely still. Gw´Neela pushed the button. The lock to the lioness' cage clicked and swung open. Gw´Neela and Jennifer embraced.
The starved lioness didn't jump him immediately. Instead, she circled him as he sat stiff by horror in the middle of the cell. She seemed to enjoy this as much as the horny women on the outside.
It began with a light poke by the paw. He tumbled around, shaken but not seriously harmed. Mathilda moved closer and sank her claws into his calf. That made him jump and scream on top of his lungs. She struck him down, bit him lightly in the neck and then released him. Obviously, she wasn't hungry enough to turn down this exciting game. She repeated the cruel procedure many times. Especially, she enjoyed wrestling him down and then bite him playfully in the legs and arms.
Gw´Neela felt Jen's tender fingers against her sopping wet labia. She returned the favour and then kissed her friend's cheek, without taking her eyes off the brilliant spectacle. She found Jennifer's big and hard clit and went straight for the main course. She rubbed it skilfully and sighed happily when Jen began spanking Gw´Neela's sensitive pearl with her index finger.
They rarely blinked during the sexy wrestling match inside the cell. Neither of them wanted to miss the fatal blow, or the magic moment when Mathilda sank her teeth into his neck, or tore his limbs off.
The superior lioness tossed him into the bars that separated them from the two ladies outside. He slammed into the cell door and fell to the ground, still conscious but just barely. He had several bleeding wounds, but none that looked to be very serious. The huge cat mounted him in a very erotic manner. It looked like she was hungry for some oral sex, as she practically sat on his face and began licking his balls and penis with her sandpaper-rough tongue. And to their amazement, he started to grow before their eyes. The ladies increased the intensity in their mutual masturbation-act. Then Jennifer came up with a brilliant idea:
-Can you hear me, slave?
Through the tears of pain and horror, he managed to answer her:
-Yes... I can.
-Very well... Maybe... if you put on a great show... we will let you live.
-What do you want me to do? I'll do anything.
-I know you will, Jen replied. Poor Mathilda does not have a mate. You know how lonesome it feels, when you have absolutely no one to turn to in your hour of need.
-Please! What?
-I want you to satisfy her with your filthy tongue, just like you did to us, except not in the ass this time.
Gw´Neela started to giggle:
-That's right. We would like you to... lick the cat's pussy!
-To... lick the pussy's pussy, Jennifer filled in. They both laughed scornfully, but never stopped rubbing each other's cunts. Mathilda licked his stiff penis carefully, like she didn't want to harm the fragile little thing. When Ulf reached the feline's sex with his tongue, the surprised predator turned her head quickly. She didn't look like she knew how to deal with this unexpected caress. But Ulf soon warmed her up, so she resumed her cock-licking. A thick, transparent fluid oozed out of her vagina and into his sucking and licking mouth. The smell was highly sexual and very strong.
The women sat close to the bars, completely breathless. They had never seen a lioness receiving cunnilingus from a man before. Most likely, they were the first humans in the history of the world to do so. They gave each other constant pleasure with their hands, but they both had their minds elsewhere. To watch his little pink tongue dart in and out of the feline cunt was mesmerising. Especially when considering the awful pain he must feel by now, with the blood flowing from his countless wounds.
After a few minutes of energetic oral service, the lioness sprayed his entire face with her thick, bestial fluid and growled quietly. That was that. He had given her an orgasm. The women kept each other on the brink of the Big One. The best was still to come.
Mathilda became aware of her hunger for fresh meat. She sank her teeth into his still hard cock, and caused him to punch her hard in the ribs. She began tearing his member off his torso. The first squirt of blood hit Jennifer across the chest. She smeared it all over her giant breasts with her free hand, while she roughly treated the lusty Princess with the other one.
As the lioness had his penis for aperitif, the two women orgasmed together. They kept cumming and cumming while the starved cat tormented her helpless victim, and tore out chunks of bleeding meat from his struggling body. She kept him alive for minutes, and the women appreciated every second of the cruel circus. Despite the cramp in the fingers, they still masturbated each other's assaulted pussies to the bitter end...

They stayed there for almost the entire meal and embraced tenderly, while watching Mathilda consuming the pathetic man's remains. Gw´Neela broke the spell:
-What could possibly beat this?
-Maybe... the next one.
Their eyes met and they kissed passionately. The world was overcrowded with obnoxious male prey. They walked out of the basement and up the stairs.
After a hot shower, they lay down to rest side by side. Jennifer giggled:
-Imagine that! Giving a lion oral sex! And then get yourself killed and eaten by it.
-And tomorrow, she will shit him out.
-Poop!
-I hope he will not cause her indigestion or something.
-Like constipation.
-Yes... or...
-Stop it! You make me sick to my stomach!
-You started it!
As they watched the news on TV, they decided to go out looking for the next suiting victim in the evening.