PRINCKS ASCENDANT!

Preface

The following is a work of fiction - of course! It contains graphic and perverse acts of sex, domination, and general weirdness! Gender fluidity or even what you could call a fantastical form of trans-sexualism are the foundations of the princk universe. It is a deliberate choice to make these stories rather outr??, even bizarre, and I totally understand if that is not your thing; simply move on to something that's more to your taste.

Once again, the basic concept of the princk - including the word 'princk' itself - is not mine. As best I can determine, it originated with the artist Eric Stanton. The version found in these stories is my own take on what a princk is and what it can do, and as such it differs somewhat from his or others.

It should go without saying that this work is meant for adults only, and that if the above is not your thing then you shouldn't be reading it.

This is set in the same universe as my previous princk work, "The Princk Amazons", but is not a direct sequel - it's set almost sixty years later and concerns different characters.

Feedback of this story would be very much welcomed, even if critical. If you wish to contact me for that, or if you are thinking of commissioning a story yourself (it doesn't even have to have Princks in it, honest!) and like my writing style, I can be reached at : adeaderend@hotmail.com

Chapter 3 : Spare The Rod...

As the sisters drove home in the afternoon sun they chatted excitedly about the fun they had had in the Dojo, destroying the feeble men. Angelo and Tito sat in the back seat of the car looking glum at yet another reminder of just how immensely superior their wives were. And entire Dojo full of men trained to the peak of physical perfection in the finest martial art that the mind of man had ever devised... and two Princkazons had walked in and smashed it as if it were nothing! And worse, they had ultimately made the men accept it, even enjoy it.

Even as miserable and defeated as they felt, the two husbands could not help staring lustfully at the huge muscular bodies of their wives. Deep down inside in a place they would not admit to, both knew that the sight of these powerful women destroying all those strong men effortlessly had been deeply exciting. The thought struck at the heart of their male egos, a fatal wound on that fragile beast within. But it could not be denied; the tumescent state of their cocks told the tale.

And this was the most humiliating thing of all; that both men had been defeated as much by their own perverse taboo desires as by their powerful wives. The macho beast within had been slain partly by Princkazon muscle and skill; but also by the submissive heart which had, on some level, wanted to be defeated. A sense of utter hopelessness and shame pervaded both men's minds - just as their cunning wives had intended all along.

The De Luca sisters lived in a huge custom-built house on a hilltop overlooking the city. It was a fabulous home, designed for them by one of the world's leading architects. A little physical humiliation and a dose of mind-control breast milk had broken him to Romana's will, and the man had slaved over the design night and day until it was just perfect. The result was a building of steel and glass, a collection of graceful curves that seemed almost to be a continuation of the natural structure of the hill's contours. The house had been featured in many an architectural and lifestyle magazine, and a desperate billionaire had once offered the sisters fifty million US dollars for it. They had turned him down with mocking laughter, such an amount being a pittance by their standards.

As they walked in with their husbands trailing obediently behind them, both sisters cast eyes around looking for any slight imperfections in the cleaning. Angelo and Tito spent a good deal of time keeping the place spotless, and their wives enjoyed 'helping' by closely inspecting their work and severely punishing any failure.

It was a source of neighbourhood gossip that the De Luca sisters and their husbands and children all lived together. Certainly Angelo and Tito had expected that when they married they would be setting up their own homes, as any man would. That expectation had ended on their wedding night, when the sisters had made it clear in the most brutal of terms that they had lived together all of their lives because they enjoyed one another's company, and that no mere husband was about to change that. The subject had never been raised amongst them again, and both sisters remained wholly indifferent to the gossip their unusual home lives provoked.

They found the boys in the main living room, playing Virtual Reality computer games as usual. Adriana and Romana exchanged a frown. Whilst both exerted effortless control over every other male in their lives, they had always had far too much of a soft spot for their own boys. They couldn't help it, they were probably the only males they girls actually had feelings of love and respect for. As a result, they had always tended to indulge and spoil them.

It didn't help that their fathers had brought the boys up in their own ways of macho pride. They had all been regular visitors to the Karung Dojo, where they had learned martial arts skills from their father - and simultaneously picked up the swaggering, macho attitudes of the other students. That was one of the main reasons the girls had decided to visit the Dojo today; they might not be able to quite bring themselves to tame their sons, but they could certainly act to destroy a bad influence in their lives!

Now it was time for the next step of the plan. The sisters strode confidently into the living room, tearing the VR shades off their son's faces.

The sons of the Princkazon were in no way as strong or powerful as their mothers, but they did inherit a small fraction of that feminine power - and as such, they were 'men amongst men', the biggest and strongest and, and in this case the most macho, of males.

Romana had three sons. Abramo and Paolo were twins, twenty years old. Lazzaro was the younger brother at nineteen. Adriana had two; Nakia, who was just a few months older than the twins, and Nakia who was a few months younger than Lazzaro. All five were fine examples of manhood, well over six feet tall and what might be best described as 'strapping'. They were positively angelic in appearance, each one more handsome than the other. As young boys they had been hellions, the dread of the neighborhood, and no house or family had escaped their rambunctiousness and pranks.

In their mid to late teens they had matured into heartbreakers, and were steadily working their way through the young ladies of the city. It was this behavior that had triggered their mother's plan, for although the boys had more sense than to try their 'love them and dump them' approach on any Princkazon, seeing a male cause pain to even a normal woman was something Adriana and Romana could not abide.

Yet even as they knew deep down what had to be done, they could not quite bring themselves to do it. Not alone, at least. And thus they had hatched their plan.

The boys bounced to their feet as their virtual game was ripped away, demanding to know what was going on. Romana and Adrianna met their protest with chilly smiles.

"Boys," Romana said, "you're going on a trip to visit your Grandmother. Don't worry about packing, everything you need will be provided for you - and you won't need much!"

"For how long?" Nakia demanded hotly.

"Well, that depends," Adriana said cagily. "But probably quite a while."

"What about sports camp?" Lazzaro said. "We're going on Monday, it's all arranged! Dad promised!"

"Well, I think it unlikely that you will be able to make sports camp boys," Romana said.

All five of the boys practically erupted.

"This sucks!" Paolo yelled, practically shaking with anger. "Dad promised!"

"You're being such a bitch!" Nakia yelled.

Had any other male spoken to Adriana in that fashion, she would have quickly taught him a lesson he would never forget! But as always, she couldn't quite bring herself to be strict with her son. Not something his Grandmother would have any problem with, she mused.

Nevertheless, such open rudeness took both women aback. They glanced at one another, lips pressed tightly together as they contained their anger. The smallest of nods passed between them, confirming that there really was no other choice. Such an attitude could not be tolerated, from any male. They would just have to go through with their plan, no matter what. Both women steeled themselves against what had to be done, forcing any doubts and softness deep down inside.

"Well we are over-ruling your fathers," Adriana id firmly. "You will be spending some time with Grandmother, and that is final. Now I don't want to hear one more word from you boys! And I expect you all in the cars within ten minutes!"

With much grumbling and backtalk, the boys finally gave in and headed for the cars. Both De Luca sisters owned a large range of vehicles, from high end sports cars to utility workhorses. For this trip they choose the latter, wanting something large and comfortable.

The drive to Grandmother Elina's house was a quiet one. Though they couldn't know what lay ahead, both Angelo and Tito suspected that their wives had something more than a simple family visit in mind. Of course, neither man was going to voice even the slightest concern - had they been so daring, no doubt the cars would be pulled over at once for the first of a long series of severe beatings. So they remained in a nervous silence for the entire trip.

The boys weren't as nervous, though their father's obvious unease communicated itself to them to some extent. They had never spent much time around their Grandmother, but they hadn't enjoyed what time they had. Having grown up around their mothers, the De Luca boys were no strangers to the tremendous physique of the Princk Princess. To them the gigantic, stupendously muscular but still ultra-feminine form was a normal part of life. If anything, it was so-called 'normal' women that looked rather small and stick-thin. Nor were they entirely ignorant of the domineering ways of their mothers, or the subservient attitude their fathers displayed towards them.

And yet, for all that, their Grandmother was something else. As they pulled up at her mansion - a structure so vast that their own house was a pimple in comparison - the boys could not help but feel a tinge of apprehension.

Elina did not come out to greet them, of course. She had servants for that kind of thing. In fact, Elina De Luca had servants for just about everything. She wasn't even sure how many; hundreds, probably. It took quite a workforce to maintain a mansion that boasted well over 350 rooms, sitting in 1,850 acres of gardens and woodland.

Not that any of her servants was a paid employee, of course. Elina De Luca was vastly richer than both of her daughters combined, having spent several decades using her tremendous intellect to build several of the largest corporations in the world. Estimates of her wealth varied, because few could even begin to unpick the labyrinthine network of intricate connections between the multitude of things that she owned or controlled. But the best estimates cantered around a figure of $500 billion.

She could have afforded to pay a workforce... she could have paid them so lavishly that every employee would be a rich man. But Elina De Luca did not pay a man when she could compel him. Breaking the spirit of a man and compelling him to serve her was, in fact, the primary goal and the greatest joy of Elina De Luca's life. In a time when the Princkazon population hovered around the hundred million mark, every one of them an expert at bending the human male to their will, she was probably the by far the world's greatest expert at it.

A broad red carpet awaited the cars, with kneeling naked males lining both sides. The boys emerged form the cars blinking in confusion - they had seen servants at their Grandmother's place many times, of course, but in the past she had always had them dress for the family visits, projecting an image of normalcy in deference to her daughter's wishes. Ending that small concession was part of her plan to introduce the boys to their new lives to come.

"What is this?" Salazar asked in confusion. "Some kind of joke?"

"A foretaste," Adriana said with a smile. A footman came to her side. Like all of Elina's slaves, he was naked save for the slim golden collar which held a single bondage ring and an insignia denoting his rank and function. Adriana smiled at the large tumescent cock and prominent balls he displayed, all with the hard, blackened stone-like texture of a man who had been subjected to a thermal castration strike. Both the girls had been trained in the technique by their mother, honing their skills on the new male servants as they arrived.

The man kneeled and kissed the silver tip of Adriana's high heeled shoe, and she smiled wider as she thought about the men she had castrated herself only hours before.

"If your Highness would care to follow me," he said, "I am ordered to guide you to her Majesty."

"Proceed," Adriana said. They followed the man into the gigantic house. The interior d??cor was as lavish as one might expect, seemingly every wall decorated with some fabulous work of art. A great many of them displayed scenes of Princkazons triumphant over men in one way or another; Princkazons standing imperiously with crawling naked males kissing their feet, battling men in sports or combat. Always their immense princks were on display, ragingly erect and threatening.

The unsubtle message to any visitor was clear as can be - this was a house where the Princkazon ruled and the male submitted. The boys, having never paid much attention to the scenes before, found themselves oddly intimidated now.

Elina generally had family brought to her in an informal setting, a lounge or tea room, or perhaps out on the vast gardens around the house. Today, though, they were brought to the room dedicated to receiving formal visitors. It was built to impress - as large as two tennis courts side to side, the entire room was lined with exquisite marble in whites and blacks and reds, all of it inlaid with pure gold. Elina sat resplendent on a golden throne inlaid with jewels that all by themselves could have bought the royal palace of most nations. It sat on an impressively large dais which raised it above the level of the room, such that any visitor would find himself looking up to meet her piercing gaze.

The boys gawked at their Grandmother as they approached, for she was half-way naked herself!

Elina was a physical specimen far beyond her daughters. Even by Princk Princess standards she was clearly the most athletically impressive women on Earth. She stood over seven feet tall without shoes - and the high heels which adorned her feet today added six inches to that figure. The finest of stockings clad her legs, so sheer that they were all but invisible. They thus revealed every muscular curve of her physique to the viewer. A garter belt about her waist held the stockings up, a delicate garment of lace and liquid gold. Matching panties covered the absolutely enormous bulge of her colossal princk.

To the boys, it was a revelation. The loose clothing Elina had always worn had disguised the graceful curves of her muscle, if not their immense bulk. Her grandsons had always assumed that the clothing contained rolls of fat, not the perfection of athletic muscle which now confronted them!

Aside from that, all she wore was a cloak of deepest purple, with a collar of pure white fur. The garment gaped open at her gigantic bust line, displaying cleavage that put her daughter's impressive bodies to shame. A rim of darker colouring showed at the very edge of the cloak, hinting at a pair of huge and very erect nipples hidden tantalisingly from the eye.

Although sixty five years old, Elina De Luca's body showed next to no sign of her age. It had become clear in the last few decades that the Princk Princesses possessed life expectancies significantly beyond those of normal humans. Just how much longer, nobody knew; the oldest Princkazon in the world was just past eighty, and still looked as though she were in her early thirties. Some even wondered if perhaps the Princkazons were truly immortal.

At sixty five, Elina could easily have passed for twenty one. If her daughters had the faces of an Angel, their mother was nothing but a Goddess made flesh. Her beauty had a radiant power to it which had been known to bring a male to his knees in quivering submission without so much as a word or gesture from her. She was said to have received more than ten thousand marriage proposals in person and a million in the form of email or even old-fashioned letters. She had not deigned to answer a single one, even to decline them. For Elina De Luca, the idea of being married to any man was incomprehensible. Men were for slavery, and to raise one up above the rest by granting him the stupendous privilege of being her husband was not a thought she was willing to entertain.

Angelo and Tito immediately became terrifically erect at the sight of their Mother in Law's feminine perfection, as did their boys. It was not an unusual reaction at all; even when she dressed conventionally, as she always had before for their visits, her stunning physique and divine looks provoked the reaction in every male she met. The embarrassment their arousal over a close family member provoked was one reason the boys were not generally thrilled to visit their Grandmother. It was also an endless source of amusement for Elina.

"You have brought clothed males into my house," she said to her daughters by way of greeting. The disdain with which she said the word 'males' made it an insult on her lips. If her face was divine, her voice was a personification of sex itself; her beauty might make men erect, but her voice had been known to provoke men into orgasm with but a whispered word or three.

"Well, we always..." Romana began to explain, only to be cut off.

"Yes, I have indulged you in the past," Elina said, "and look what such indulgence has brought us. My daughters, married. To males. Producing male offspring. Who have no idea whatsoever of their proper place in life! Little wonder that they don't know how to behave when you go around allowing their fathers such freedom, such independence from your will! It! Is! Over!"

The sisters quailed before the commanding tone of their mother's voice. They cast their eyes down, cheeks blushing at the clear reprimand. They had always known of their mother's disapproval of how easy they had gone on their children, and even their husbands. To have it brought out into the open like this was humiliating - in large part because deep down, they knew she was right.

"Now wait a minute-" Nakia began, stepping forward.

"SILENCE!" Elina did not shout - rather, her voice carried such power of command that even without shouting it seemed to shake the very walls of the room itself. Nakia physically staggered backwards, as if the very power of command in that voice had punched him in the chest. His eyes widened in shock. "The opinions of males are of no interest to me," Elina said more quietly. "If I allow you to keep your voices intact, they will be used to agree and obey. Nothing more is required from you."

She stood, stepping down off the dais in a graceful movement. "Remove your clothing," she ordered.

Angelo and Tito immediately began to strip, hardly able to get their clothes off fast enough. Their boys stared at their fathers in stunned amazement. These two men, who had always been role models of tough macho manliness for all of their lives, had been reduced to humiliating themselves with quivering obedience in an instant! They could not know that both men had been thoroughly broken by their wives before any of the boys had even been born. What they were seeing was, in submission terms, merely the cherry on top.

"But papa, how can you do this?" Salazar asked pleadingly.

Elina moved so fast that she seemed almost to simply disappear and reappear an instant later behind the boy. Her hands reached out with blinding speed, spinning him around and ripping the entire front of his shirt open from top to bottom.

He reacted instantly, the instincts of years of training in Karung leaping into action as he tried to defend himself. Elina smiled contemptuously, blocking his feeble efforts with ease as she proceeded to tear his clothing from his body. In a matter of seconds, an astonished Salazar found himself stripped naked, the rags of his clothing tossed disdainfully aside.

"The rest of you. Strip!" Elina ordered.

The boys exchanged a glance of silent communication... and then all rushed their Grandmother at once.

What followed was little different to what had happened earlier in the day at their father's Dojo, with the exception that Elina's skill and physical prowess were far in excess of anything her daughters possessed. She had, after all, been training for more than fifty years. Indeed, she had invented most of the martial arts moves used by the sisters, including both the Pacification strike and the thermal castration method. As well as being the richest, tallest, most muscular, fastest, strongest, and smartest woman who had ever lived, Elina De Luca was also by far the most deadly.

She did nothing to hurt the boys, not yet. Instead she merely toyed with them, stripping their clothing from them one by one in a display of martial prowess that left her daughters green with envy. The boys continued to attack despite their nakedness, determined to exact revenge for what they thought must be some kind of elaborate prank. Elina continued to effortlessly block their every move, making no attempt to strike back, merely dodging through them with a speed and skill they had no hope of countering.

Eventually, the boys began to grow fatigued. Sweat rolled down their muscular bodies, and their breath came in desperate pants as their lungs burned and their muscles ached. They slowed, and then one by one they began to sink to the floor, exhausted.

Elina, perfectly composed and not even breathing slightly hard, smiled down at them. "Look at the mighty males," she said mockingly. "So big and strong! So powerful! Masters of the world, they are! You are here to learn your true place, boys - on the floor at a Princkazon's feet, worshipping her! I am going to take great delight in breaking you to that role, and your fathers are going to watch and regret the day they ever taught their sons a single thing but slavery to the superior female!"

As she spoke, the thrill of her own power had the obvious effect; her princk began to swell against the material of her panties. The flimsy material was no match for the biological miracle that was a princk, let alone the gigantic size and power of a Mega-Princk! With a brief ripping noise the panties were shredded and her full hardness was on display, glistening and ready to fuck.

Precum began to ooze from the end of the giant head, heavy drops of it falling to the marble floor. Elina snapped her fingers at Lazzaro and pointed to the head of her princk. Her order was a single word, so small a thing for the degree of submission and the obscene nature of the act it commanded.

"Lick!"

Lazzaro, still struggling to regain his breath, looked at his Grandmother in utter shock, barely able to comprehend what she had just said.

His Grandmother stalked towards him, slowly, taking her time. She could have been astride him in an instant, but she wanted the anticipation, wanted to see the fear building in him as she slowly approached. He struggled to get away but his arms and legs were still rubbery from the exertions of the fight, and even against this slow approach he had no chance.

Elina knelt astride his chest, one hand pressing the struggling boy down and pinning him to the floor. For all that his struggles were pitiful given his exhaustion, even rested and at full strength he would have no more chance of success struggling against that pin than he would if he tried to arm-wrestle an elephant.

The enormous princk head descended to his lips, smearing them with generous amounts of precum. Even a normal princk produced copious amounts of the fluid. MegaPrincks of the kind sported by Elina and her daughters produced it almost by the pint. Try as he might to resist, sooner or later she knew that Lazzaro would have to open his mouth - and then he was hers.

And he did. After fully three minutes of struggling, going gradually more and more red in the face, he had to breathe in. His nose was already blocked with the precum, so with a great whoosh of breath he parted his lips and breathed in - and several fluid ounces of precum oozed into his mouth. Choking, he swallowed it down.

Even eighty years after the Princk Princesses first began to appear, most people do not understand the workings and effects of a princk. The first unusual attribute was the princk's ability to secrete a thick transparent fluid all over its surface; an outstanding natural lubricant and muscle relaxant, it allowed the Princkazon to penetrate even the tightest of holes... though given the massive size of even a normal princk in comparison to a male penis it often took some muscle power to get the job done, much to the discomfort of the person on the receiving end! It was otherwise quite harmless, with the relaxant effect wearing off after an hour or so.

The precum was a different matter. Those who tasted it universally described it as being the single finest thing they had ever tasted. So compelling was the taste that once sampled, it was almost impossible to stop drinking it. Thus it was with Lazzaro, who shuddered with delight as he began to drink down the amazing liquid, his tongue snaking out to lick the dribbling hole in the cockhead as he desperately tried to urge more out of it.

"Bring them!" Elina snapped at her daughters. The sisters obediently pounced on their sons, each grabbing two of the boys. The boys struggled with all of their strength, having had a couple of minutes to get their breath back and regain a little strength. Against the powerful bulging muscles of their mothers, however, it was a hopeless task. The sisters ignored their futile struggles and pleading as they dragged them to their Grandmother, taking their heads in a firm grip and pressing them in alongside their brother. The boys fought like animals against the obscenity being forced upon them, but it was hopeless; their mothers may have been small, weak things beside Elina, but they were still stronger by far than any male in the world. Soon they found themselves having to swallow princk precum - and finding the taste every bit as heavenly, they were soon eagerly swallowing down more!

"That's it, males, take it down," their Grandmother crooned. For she knew the second fact about princk precum, which the boys did not.

That it is, without any shred of doubt, by far the most addictive chemical known to science.

As soon as they swallowed the first drop, the boys were lost. In a matter of hours, they would start to feel a nagging ache, a desire to sample more. It would gradually build to the point where, in two or three days, they would be able to think of nothing else. They would want more, they would need more, they would become willing to do anything to get more. Left long enough, it would become the sole motivating factor in their life, the only thought that their brains were capable of.

And there was no way to break the addiction, no cure. Going 'cold turkey' was not an option; a precum addict who didn't suckle down his dose after a week or two would simply curl up and die from the hurricane of need roaring through his brain.

It was a rare Princkazon that didn't keep at least a couple of men addicted; it was one of the simpler and more direct of the many ways they had of controlling men. Over the last eighty years the 'normal' population of the world had comforted itself that whilst the princk Princesses were utterly dominant in sport, and world leaders in intellect and business, in a largely democratic world at least they could never have complete dominance, for the 'normals' outnumbered them more than fifty to one, and they would always elect their own to lead.

Little did they know that politicians, businessmen, world leaders... most of them were little more than addicted slaves, front-men for whichever Princkazon held their chemical leash. Rebellion against such slavery was literally impossible - any who rebelled found himself incoherent in a few days and dead in a week. No matter how free they might think themselves, the so-called 'normals' of the world were in reality nothing more than slaves, and most of them didn't even know it.

Now Elina smirked with pleasure as her grandsons drank down her precum. "Drink it," she said joyfully, "drink it and become what you were born to be - my slaves."

And they did.

Finally she tired of it and rose. "Breast milk," she said to her daughters. "Full mental conditioning and control mix."

"But mother..." Romana began.

Elina arched an eyebrow. Nothing more.

Romana fell silent and immediately began to remove her blouse. Adriana, not having hesitated at all, was already ahead of her.

Princkazon breast milk was another of their little chemical tricks. The composition could be manipulated at will, allowing it to function in many roles; as a tranquilizing agent, as a potent aphrodisiac... or as a mind control drug. As the three Princkazons held their boys to their breasts and the milk began to flow, the males fell immediately into a deep trance state.

"Feel yourself floating down," Elina intoned, "down and down, into a place of complete submission... complete obedience. It feels good... it feels natural... it feels like the way you are supposed to think, like your true nature. Feel your resistance slipping away... dwindling as it falls from you, until it is gone. All that is left is obedience, and submission, to my voice. To the voice of any Princkazon woman... to any woman at all.

"When a female voice speaks, you will obey. The thought of refusing will not occur to you. The thought of resisting will not occur to you. Even the thought of hesitating will not occur to you. You will hear... and obey. This is your purpose in life now. To hear the voice of a woman... and obey."

All three women repeated the mantra, driving it deep into their son's minds. The boys drank their fill of the plentiful supply of Princkazon breast milk.

Finally they were released. Elina smiled as she regarded the dazed, confused young men before her. They had entered the room so full of pride and arrogance. Less than an hour in the company of a real Princkazon, and they were now groveling slaves, addicted to sucking princk for the rest of their lives. She could hardly be happier.

Then she glanced over at Angelo and Tito. They were both standing there, ashamed and utterly humiliated, tears rolling down their eyes as they watched the spectacle. Both had long ago been broken to slavery and addicted to princk precum by their wives, but they had retained a few shreds of pride along the way. Their Dojo had been one, and watching the sisters take it apart today had been the greatest humiliation either man could have endured. Or so they thought.

Then they had walked into this room with the proud, manly boys they had raised from birth. Their legacy to the world, their one true remnant of macho egotism. And they had watched meekly, too frightened to so much as speak out as they saw their beautiful sons being turned into nothing more than slaves, with not a thing they could do to stop it. And as she drank in their expressions of utter defeat and misery and shame, Elina De Luca found that she could be happier after all.

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