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 5 : The Visit of the Monks

The Sakura monks, it transpired, were still at their humble lodgings in the city. Many were still trying to absorb and process the amazing scene they had witnessed the day before as a pair of Titanesses had carved a swath of destruction through the Dojo.

Gradually the monks had fallen back on their core beliefs; most of the carnage had been focused on the Karung students, after all, and what were they? Weak western so-called males, raised in a society that promoted nonsense like 'feminism' and 'respect for women'. Surely if even a woman could defeat them, that simply proved what they had come here to prove - that Karung was nothing more than a bastardised form of martial arts that wasn't worth of having that term applied to it.

A few of the more timid - and honest - ones pointed out the frightening, impossible speed of the women, and the incredible display of physical prowess that they had given. But the others soon found excuses to disbelieve even that. The wood was probably pre-sawn, ready to break at the slightest touch. The metal? Probably not metal at all, probably some soft clay painted to look like metal. Magician's tricks, nothing more. Certainly the women had been terrifyingly large, but westerners tended to be large. Big stupid oafs, the lot of them, why should their women be any different? And wasn't that the great advantage of the sublime art of Karate, anyway? That it let the small overcome the large? How could mere muscle, female muscle at that, defeat Japanese skill in an art form honed over centuries? Nonsense!

By the time the De Luca boys were busily running themselves to exhaustion through the stunning gardens of their Grandmother's house, the consensus of opinion was that the events of the preceding day were just some curious oddity of life outside the safety of the Monastery. Amazing to behold at the time, certainly, but really nothing that actually mattered.

Thus, when the call came in from Tito requesting their presence at the estate, the monks took it as simply a normal invitation. A few of them had seen news reports mentioning Elina De Luca during their trip - apparently she was in the process of buying some island nation in the Pacific. The monks couldn't quite comprehend how a single person could buy a whole country, but the ways of the non-Japanese world didn't have to make sense, only crazy people lived there after all! No doubt Tito wanted some demonstration of martial arts for the De Luca woman, they thought. They were right about that. No doubt he wanted to impress her with the tremendous Karate skills of the world-renowned Sakura monks, they thought. About that, they could not possibly have been more wrong.

Tito arranged a coach to come to their hotel in the morning; they would be at the estate by eleven, no later. He was very, very explicit to the company about that - his ass practically twitched at the thought of what would happen to it if the noon deadline was breached by so much as one second. Elina De Luca was many things, but she was certainly a woman of her word.

The Sunday was, if anything, even brighter and sunnier than Saturday had been. Elina woke early, and in a feisty mood. She had taken thirty minutes to severely whip her morning servants for no particular reason, then had allowed them to lick her princk for a time - both were addicts, and she had enjoyed feeding their addiction as a nice start to the morning.

Feeling randy, she had bent them both over and slammed her gargantuan princk into their holes. Both men were relatively new to her service, which meant that they had not served as a receptacle for her MegaPrinck before; two virgin arseholes to plunder, what a wonderful start to the day! Despite the lubricant and muscle-relaxant effects of her princk, the tremendous organ was simply too large for any man to be able to take it easily; she had destroyed the rectum of many a male in her time, using the colossal power her feminine muscles could put behind a thrust. She went relatively easy on these two, though, and for all their wailing and screaming she thought they'd both likely be out of the house's little hospital in a matter of days.

After bathing she dressed to impress. A thin silk blouse that strained mightily to contain her gigantic breasts. The nipples, each well over two inches long, threatened to burst through the flimsy material at any moment. It was a pleasing thought! A short leather skirt bulged obscenely at the front over her gargantuan MegaPrinck, causing her to smile proudly. A garter belt held up a pair of sheer stockings, and of course no outfit was complete without a pair of boots. Knee-length high heeled boots, in black leather, with shiny metal tips and heels. The right boot had a little leather holder built into it; a small crop fitted there snugly, ready for action.

She would carry out an inspection tour of the house, she decided. She hadn't done it in a while, and who knows if some slave who was broken by beatings and muscle rather than hormones and drugs might slack off, without fear of her personal supervision. She stalked through the corridors, running fingers along mantelpieces and windowsills. Here and there she found some tiny thing not quite to her standards, and the crop got to sing its song as a slave suffered and screamed. Several she cropped despite perfect work, because, well, she liked doing it, and what else was the male beast for?

She didn't cover more than a fraction of the rooms in any one inspection. In fact, she mused, despite living here for decades she was quite sure she hadn't even been in more than half of the rooms in the house. The thought was an amusing one, if not a new one. The house was terribly impractical, really, and it gobbled up money at an amazing rate. But she could afford it easily - she could have afforded twenty like it easily - and impractical as it might be, she enjoyed it. Elina De Luca was not a woman who ever denied herself the things she enjoyed. Why should she, after all? The world was hers.

When she bored with the tour she headed back to the formal reception room to prepare for the arrival of her victi- um, guests, she chuckled to herself. Her daughters were waiting there, looking lovely and happy. She sent for the boys; it would be good for them to see this. Elina wondered how her latest acquisitions had fared sleeping in the stables last night. Well, they would soon get used to it, no doubt. They had the making of excellent horses, and she wondered if she should keep them in the role permanently.

Her daugher's husbands were with them, looking frightened as always, little mice hoping the cat won't notice them. I really must do something about them, she mused. The girls are too sentimental over them, always have been. They're allowed far, far too much freedom. Destroying that idiotic Dojo of theirs had been a good first step, but obviously more was needed. She made a mental note to see to it that her daughters crushed whatever remained of their husband's freedom at the earliest convenience. It should be simple enough, she mused. They'd certainly been more than happy to join in the degradation of their own sons, once she had shown them the way!

A servant arrived with the boys, who trotted over to the side at a gesture from her. Still fully in horse mode, she noted, pleased. The conditioning had taken well.

Elina could easily have memorised every last detail of every one of the hundreds of slaves who maintained her household, but she never actually so much as learned any of their names. Why bother? She honestly couldn't see why men really needed names at all. Weren't they pretty much interchangeable?

"Your Majesty," this one said grovelingly, "your guests have arrived."

"Very well, show them in," she said. "And once in... close and lock the doors."

"Yes, your Majesty," he said, retreating to obey. On a whim, she decided that he would be amongst those she used tonight. He looked so thin and timid, the thought of ramming her MegaPrinck into his behind amused and aroused her as she took her throne, indicating that her daughters should stand flanking her.

Soon the monks began to file in. They looked startled as they saw her, a woman even larger and far more imposing than those creatures they had met just the other day. Many of them became instantly nervous, remembering those terrifying demonstrations of strength and speed. Some distant part of their minds, knowing that what they had witnessed was perfectly real, signalled danger. The greater and far more prideful part, however, refused to listen to it.

She waited until they were all in the room, all twenty of them. She barely glanced at the doors as they closed and locked behind them; none of the monks noticed. If they had, there was really nothing they could do about it. Those doors were made of Katalox, one of the hardest woods in the world, six inches thick. All twenty of the monks would be hard put to break through them even with a battering ram. With bare hands... no.

"So," she said. She used that voice, the one that was impossible to ignore. Every monk was suddenly staring at her in silence. "I just bet that one of you thinks he is the leader of the others. Of course the idea of a male being a leader of anything is..." she laughed scornfully before continuing, "well, a contradiction in terms, really. But I just bet that one of you thinks he is a leader anyway. It's the kind of delusion that the male beast still enjoys indulging. Is that right?"

Slowly, their eyes swivelled to focus on one of the group. He was an older man, she saw, though probably nowhere near her own sixty five years. Maybe fifty, though in excellent shape. He wilted a little under her gaze, then made a conscious and not terribly convincing effort to return it defiantly as he stepped forward to the edge of the dais.

"I am the leader here," he said.

"No," she corrected, "I am in the room. When I am in a room, I am the leader there."

"You do not lead these men!" He protested. His voice rose, making him sound rather frightened. He made a visible effort to control it. "You're a woman!" He practically spat the word at her. She decided idly that she would castrate him and every one of his men for that remark.

"No, I do not lead these... males. I own these males. I take ownership of any male it pleases me to own, and it pleases me to own these."

"Nonsense!" He said.

Elina rose, towering over the man. "I hear you have deluded yourselves into believing you have some skills in martial arts?"

He puffed out his little chest, a futile gesture rendered all the more comical when he was confronted with Elina's extraordinarily large mammaries. "We are masters of karate!"

She glanced to her grandsons, standing with their fathers at the side of the room. "Now back to human, slaves," she said. "Fully awake and aware." Their eyes lost the dull look of beasts of burden and became those of human beings once more. "You should pay close attention to this."

She turned back to the little male before her. "If you believe yourself to be skilled, then defend yourselves!"

With that, she launched herself forward. What followed was a demonstration of martial arts skill so incredible, it left even Romana and Adriana breathless with admiration.

Elina sped past the alleged leader of the monks, the blade of her hand chopping at his neck as she went. Had she used even a quarter of her titanic strength she would certainly have killed him, and most likely have decapitated him. As it was, she went extremely easy and merely dropped him to the ground. She continued forward, stopping in the middle of the group of monks. She gave them a long moment to take in what she had just done to their leader... and then they launched themselves at her as one.

She stood her ground, making no effort to dodge any blow. Why should she? She had no need. Instead she whirled and spun like a wild thing, hands and feet flashing out to block every single strike aimed at her. She seemed to know when an attack was coming, no matter what the angle; a monk would launch a kick at her from directly behind, and an instant before it connected Elina would spin with dizzying speed, a sweep of her arm sending the man flailing sideways in the air. Four men would launch attacks simultaneously; her hands would flash out to intercept a pair of fists, slamming into them like a concrete block so fast that she still had time to redirect her efforts to block the other attacks before they could land.

Mostly she defended, but here and there she would pick out a victim - always the slowest, least skilled of her attackers - and land a solid blow on him, sending him flying ten or fifteen feet through the air to crash into the hard marble floor. At first the fight was such a flurry of activity that half a dozen men went flying in a matter of seconds, thumping into the stone and crumpling into unconsciousness.

Elina could have carried on like that, if she had chosen; the fight would have been over in less than a minute. But again, she went easy on them. She was enjoying herself tremendously, after all, doing the thing she enjoyed most in life - showing the male his proper place in life, broken at the feet of the Princkazons! The thought was a tremendous turn-on for her, and she felt her gigantic princk swelling until it burst through the flimsy material of her panties, erupting from beneath her leather skirt in an explosion of power.

A monk flung himself at her, screaming in rage as he brought his fist around in what would have been a deadly punch to any normal person. Elina jumped and spun in the air at dizzying speed, thrusting her hips out. Her monster MegaPrinck slammed into the side of the man's head, throwing him twenty feet across the room to crumple against the cool marble floor.

Elina laughed in orgasmic joy, dancing amongst the remaining monks, lasing out with her MegaPinck, the terrific power of it smashing men aside like children. They had no chance against her, none at all - not the twenty of them, not if there had been two hundred.

Another man came at her. She crouched, spinning, and swept him off his feet. Bouncing upright again, she lashed out with her boot. The metal tip struck between his balls in exactly the right place... and he screamed as a jet of smoke erupted from his cock. Thermal castration was definitely one of her better inventions, she mused as she spun and lashed out at another attacker, doing the same to him. Another man came as her; she blocked his feeble attempt at a kick and slammed her palms into his head, fingers seeking the pressure points. He staggered back as his skull rang like a bell, his throbbing-hard cock exploding with cum as he collapsed to the floor, his mind roaring with a lust that would never die.

The fight began to change; few of the monks had any stomach to attack this demoness any further, having seen her dispatch more than half of their comrades with ease. Terror gripped them; they were defeated! Not just physically, either - Elina was destroying their entire philosophy, their whole way of viewing the world. They broke and began to retreat, running in fear. Several were pounding on the door, desperate for escape. Elina knew that she could smash through those doors if she ever chose too, but the heavy wooden slabs were far too strong for any mere males to damage.

She stalked around the room, chasing the remaining men down one at a time. It gave her pleasure to see their fear, hear their screams of anger slowly turning into cries of terror. She castrated each in turn, leaving them lying on the floor, some screaming in pain as she literally cooked their genitals with a thermal strike, others staring blankly upwards as their enormous cocks spurted massive quantities of cum - the biggest orgasm they would ever have, and the last.

To the side, the boys and their fathers watched in terror and awe. It was a display of raw feminine power the like of which they had never seen, and could barely comprehend. Any shred of resistance that may have remained in their minds crumbled away before it. The idea of even trying to resist Elina De Luca was preposterous, impossible, nonsensical. She truly was a Goddess compared to them, a being of terrifying beauty and power. Her will be done.

Finally, the fight was over. Many of the monks were lying in pools of their own cum, staring blankly into space. More were clutching their blackening genitals, moaning in pain, not even realising that the organs had been permanently destroyed. Others lay unconscious or whimpered in pain over broken limbs.

"Well, that was fun!" Elina said brightly. "So much for the superior macho male! Perhaps you begin to appreciate the superior skill and strength of the Princkazon! If not.. a small demonstration!"

She gestured to her daughters, and they retreated behind the throne for a moment. They returned a moment later, Romana carrying a huge block of polished granite. It weighed easily over three tons, three feet on a side and four feet tall. Romana carried it easily, her gigantic muscles flexing under the massive weight as she set it down in the middle of the room.

Beside it Adriana placed a thick metal stand. It bore a large sheet of metal. It had actually been acquired from a factory which produced tanks for the military; a special type of armour plate, stronger than any other grade of steel in the world. Fourteen inches thick, it was considered almost invincible on the battlefield.

"You see, this is the problem with the males of the world," Elina said as she gestured to her daughters. They retreated silently. "So few of you are able to appreciate when you've been outclassed. So few of you seem to understand just how weak you are... and just how powerful we are."

With that she leapt into the air, fully twenty feet across the room, spinning with dizzying speed. Her gigantic MegaPrinck smashed into the side of the granite block - and shattered it, smashing through the tough rock as though it were paper. Elina let out a roar of primal animal dominance as she destroyed the stone. Her foot lashed out and sent the remnant of the block - itself weighing more than a ton - skittering across the floor into a corner.

"Do you begin to see, I wonder?" She asked as she positioned herself before the huge metal plate. "Do you begin to understand?"

She gripped the plate edges and rammed her hips forwards with all her tremendous might. Princkazon muscles bulged with an explosion of power, driving her rock hard MegaPrinck into the metal. There was a stunning explosion of sound that left every ear in the room ringing as the incredibly tough metal met its match, and more than its match. Her MegaPrinck smashed through the steel, punching a hole straight through it.

As that tremendous sound echoed into nothing in the huge room, a dead silence fell. Even Elina's own daughters could hardly believe the display. "Do you see why you have lost?" She said into the silence. "Do you understand that you will always lose, because you are male - and thus inferior? I see that you do. Class dismissed. Now get this scum out of my house."

The last was said to nobody in particular, but the great wooden doors immediately opened and a stream of male servants appeared as if they had been crouched outside, awaiting any order from their Mistress. Which is exactly what they had been doing! They began the task of removing the monks, escorting those who were still crying with pain and fear or unable to comprehend what was happening any more, carrying those who were immobilized or unconscious. Elina smiled genially to her daughters.

"Darlings, you must come more often," she said. "After all, your visits are always so much fun!"

The girls glanced at one another, impish smiles playing on their beautiful lips.

"Yes Mamma," they chorused.

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