Foreword :

I did not create the concept of the 'princk' - it seems to be Eric Stanton who did, though I'm not sure even on that. Take this as fan fiction, then; merely my own take on an idea somebody else created.

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The Coming of the Princk Princess

Nobody really knew when the first princks started to appear, beyond it being sometime around 2020. Initially they were diagnosed as malformed genitalia - which, strictly speaking, they were. Some small percentage of children had always been born with 'mixed' male and female aspects, prompting agonising decisions on the part of parents with regard to what sex their child 'really' was.

More than a few such surgeries were performed on princks... but, to everyone's astonishment, the princks simply grew back. And so the first generation of what would be called 'Princk Princesses' began to grow up.

Doctors weren't quite sure how to classify the abnormality; some called it a 'hyper-enlarged clitoris', some simply called it a penis and classed the conditions as a form of hermaphrodism. Some claimed - correctly - that it was both... whilst not quite being either. Apart from this oddity, the Princk Princesses were otherwise normal at birth but as childhood advanced, some other physical differences soon became clear. Parents were surprised to find their offspring growing at rates significantly beyond normal, both physically and mentally. Their first step often came at six months, by which time they were starting to talk. In every way they seemed leaps and bounds ahead of their 'normal' counterparts.

It really began to become a phenomenon a few years later. It became clear that the Princk Princesses were just that - princesses, not princes. DNA testing consistently showed that they were female; there were some strange genetic oddities that nobody could make any real sense of, but the Y chromosome was undeniable. Anatomically they were female in every way... except for that troubling appendage between their legs. Detailed scans and exploratory surgery showed something even stranger - these appendages were not freakishly enlarged clitorises, nor were they male organs, quite - there were significant structural differences. The princk was, it seemed, very much a fully developed organ of its own. Most strikingly, the structure and details of the princks were the same in every girl, worldwide, in hundreds of thousands of cases. That fact alone ruled out any real possibility of it being some freakish anomaly. The term 'Princk' was coined in the media, and stuck.

Was it a freakish throwback of evolution? Or could it even be a freakish jump forward in evolution? Perhaps it was some bizarre genetic experiment? Could it even be a sign from God? Nobody could say. Conspiracy theorists blamed governments, blamed big corporations, blamed the Illuminati, blamed aliens, blamed pollution, blamed microwaves, blamed whatever they could think of really, but in the end all the speculation remained just that. And year on year a few percent of all female births were princks, and nobody seemed able to do anything to stop it.
At about ten, they hit puberty... and in the worst way. Their physical and mental growth accelerated if anything. Although they displayed the full normal range of skin, hair and eye colour, they did have certain things in common; as they grew up, they began to develop remarkably similar physiques. By age fourteen the average Princk Princess was a fully developed young adult, standing an average of six feet ten in height, with a body form that tended naturally towards smooth, sleek muscles. No Princk Princess was ever fat, no matter what quantities she ate or how little she exercised. On the other hand those who did do even minimal exercise found their musculature and fitness levels flourished remarkably.

They also developed in other ways... the media and public's attention captured by the visibly obvious fact that just about every Princk Princess had at least a D-cup bust, many considerably more - a bust which was seemingly contemptuous of gravity.

And even more salacious stories began to circulate concerning the princks themselves. When in repose, the average princk was an inch and a half thick and six inches long. When aroused... it thickened to an average of three inches thick and fifteen inches long. Rumours persisted that princks could perform much as a normal penis, ejaculating when stimulated sufficiently... and darker rumours still began to circulate soon after that, rumours so mixed in with hoax, gossip and innuendo that nobody seemed to quite know what was happening.

In the 2036 Olympics, the female half of the Chinese team consisted entirely of Princk Princesses. The photograph of them towering over their male teammates in the opening ceremony flashed around the world. What followed next caused a degree hysteria tinged with deep unease.

In every single event where the result was not a matter of judgement, they won the gold by smashing the existing women's world record. And in every case, that record was significantly superior to the men's events. As but one example, the new hundred-metre record was smashed from 9.39 to 7.87 seconds. In events where human judgement was a factor, they 'merely' won about 80% of them... and many commentators complained about the quality of judging in the remainder.

The next few years saw an athletics and sporting revolution. 'Princkazons' swept through the sporting world. Crowds flocked to see the female teams breaking records left and right. Males couldn't compete in any way, and found their crowds gradually thinning out and vanishing. Complaints that the princesses were really male fell on deaf ears; sport had used genetic testing for decades to decide such things, and genetically there was no doubt that they were female. Legal cases were brought, but there was no real basis to argue on and the cases bogged down and stalled for year after year. Ultimately, next to endless images of young, incredibly curvaceous and undeniably attractive teenagers, such complaints looked absurd.

Neither were they all muscle and brawn. If anything, they performed even better academically than physically. It was rare to find a Princkazon with an IQ below 150; they averaged 180, with some off the top end of the measurable scale at 220+. In memory, concentration, attention span, every field of mental activity, they scored far above the norm. Even more than this... they were not only incredibly smart and talented, they were almost universally aggressively competitive, even arrogant. Under normal circumstances they'd have been picked on and bullied by a school population that had been growing increasingly anti-intellectual for decades... but Princkazons had comprised a few percent of all female births for over fifteen years now. There were over thirty million of them across the world, and they tended to stick together. The first wave of Princkazons hit schools across the world, and not only steamrollered over every attempt to dominate them but began to stake out their own territory. More than one bully found himself on the end of a surprise beating in return. When they hit college, things got even worse; it was like they became the centre of everything, as if the world was starting to revolve around them.

Jason's story was typical. A strapping jock, six feet four, he was three years into a sporting scholarship when he suddenly found that the glorious football future that had always been his birthright was gone, simply wiped away. A year earlier one of those princk freaks had held a demonstration for the press in which she had kicked twenty-five 70 yard field goals in a row. A few months later an exhibition game between a pro team and a princk amateur team had resulted in a 70-0 win for the Princkazons; exhibition or not, the game hadn't even been remotely close. Now they had a league of their own, and the men's game looked rather tame and amateurish in comparison. The crowds were drying up, the money was drying up, and Jason's future was drying up with it.

He spent months walking around with a festering ball of rage burning within him. So when he saw Amelia on her own, apparently vulnerable and exposed, he saw red. This was his chance to do some damage in return, to gain a little revenge, to show them that he was a real man!

And what a chance it was! Amelia was rather a 'weed' by princk standards. Two years his junior at only 18 years old, she was actually an inch or so shorter than Jason himself, and although she had the smooth, athletic frame of her breed, he was a big, beefy guy himself. He was supremely confident that he could take her down.

He sauntered over as she made her way towards the short cut that went through to one of the Freshman dorms. 'Hi Amelia,' he said, cheerfully. 'Mind if I walk with you?'

'Feel free,' she said, looking at him coolly.

They walked down past the sports fields. It was quiet, with few people around. 'Hey, want to see something cool? I know where there's a birds nest full of chicks.'

'Sure,' Amelia said, flashing him a winning smile.

He led her past the sports fields and into the wooded area beyond, well away from any help. Then he turned, smiling.

'I got a better idea,' he said, smiling nastily. 'Why don't you take that whore dress off, and I'll give your ass a good fucking?'

Amelia slowly smiled, no trace of fear on her young face. 'Why don't you take it off yourself, stud?' She asked.

The lack of fear angered him. 'Bitch!' He snarled, moving forward, fists clenched. Then he found himself spinning, head exploding in pain as he collapsed to the ground. Jesus, she'd hit him hard enough to dump him in one shot, and he'd never even seen it coming! He staggered to his feet, fists up, pure rage in his eyes as he surged forward.

Amelia waited calmly until he was almost touching her, and then stepped to one side and casually smashed a fist into the base of his skull as he went past. It was so fast Jason barely even saw her move before her fist slammed him to the floor, leaving him dazed and barely conscious.

'Now,' she said brightly. 'Let's see who fucks whom in the ass.'

He was aware of her hands stripping him, removing his clothes carefully and setting them aside. He tried to struggle but his arms and legs were weak, rubbery, and Amelia was so strong it was like a small child being manhandled by an adult. Within minutes he was naked.

She stepped back and pulled her own panties down, then unbuckled the short skirt and tossed it casually aside. Jason stared, fearful, as her princk hung between her thighs. It was limp... and still bigger than his own cock.

Amelia began to stroke and caress it, smiling as she knelt down to straddle his chest. The huge princk was practically in his face.

'Some things few people know about Princks,' she said. 'They produce three basic fluids. The first is a rather thick, slightly oily liquid that is secreted all over the surface in response to stimulation. It's a truly excellent lubricant. It's also a good muscle relaxer.'

She picked up a rock and held it high. 'Now you can open your mouth, or I can smash your teeth in and then force this in over the bloody stumps. Your choice.'

Jason opened his mouth, quaking in fear. Amelia smiled and eased the rapidly swelling head of her Princk into his mouth. He moaned as the huge thing swelled and hardened within him, practically filling his mouth. He felt the wetness on the head, the sweet, incredibly good taste of it filling his mouth.

'The second is precum,' she said. 'It's an amazing taste, so I hear. It's also one of the most addictive substances known to man.'

Jason heard the words distantly, but he couldn't focus on them. All he could think about was the incredible taste in his mouth, and how desperate he was for more. He sucked and sucked, all thought of humiliation forgotten, thinking of nothing but drawing more precum from the thick log in his mouth.

Amelia revelled in the change coming over her prey. In seconds he had gone from aggressive bully to defeated victim... and now, to willing princk sucker. Another recruit to the cause, she thought gleefully.

She pulled the now fully erect princk from his mouth, its hardness standing a full 12 inches long. With casual ease she flipped the big jock over and hauled on his hips, raising them and presenting his ass to her. She positioned her princk over his asshole and leaned forward, pressing with her powerful hips and thighs, easing the huge head in through his sphincter. Jason moaned as his asshole desperately tried to stand up to the invasion, but Amelia was far too strong and determined for any resistance; with a loud POP her princk head pushed through. Jason squirmed, screaming in pain... but within moments the pain ebbed and vanished as the muscle relaxant did its work. His asshole opened up, obedient to the chemistry of the invading princk. Amelia smiled as she slid a few inches inside, then a few more, and a few more. She never tired of seeing her huge member sliding in like this, inch after inch. This was no act of love, or sex... this was pure power, pure dominance. It was an act of possession.

Jason moaned as he felt the colossal princk sliding into his bowels, deep inside him. Amelia leaned down, putting her lips to his ear. 'Feel that, stud?' she whispered. 'Feel it just going in... and in... and in... that's me raping your asshole. Try to fight it, if you like. After all I'm just a poor weak little girl, only eighteen years old... just shake me off...' she giggled. 'Oh, I forgot... you can't. You're too feeble.'

Jason tried to struggle but her strong hands clamped onto his biceps, squeezing with incredible power, sinking almost bone deep. Jason screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. 'Hmmmmm, I love hearing that,' Amelia said. 'Scream for me, honey, scream for little Amelia,' and with that she thrust her hips and drove every last inch of her princk into his ass.

'Oh god please stop,' Jason begged, 'please, I can't take any more Amelia, please don't do this, please...'

'Yes,' Amelia crooned as she began fucking him vigorously in the ass, ramming her princk into him with horrific force. 'Beg me, boy, beg me enough and I might just go easy on you.'

'Oh please,' Jason begged, 'oh please, oh please...' over and over again, as Amelia thrust her giant princk deep into him again and again. She could feel electric arcs of pleasure radiating through her body, a physical thrill like no other, combined with a tremendous emotional high from knowing what she was doing to him, how this act of pure brutal rape would mark him mentally, damage his mind for the rest of his life. She shuddered as she felt the orgasm approaching, building within her like a massive volcano of lust.

She moaned into his ear. 'Oh honey, you felt the lube, you felt the precum, now it's time for the main event...' and with that her princk stiffened and sprayed a gigantic load of cum deep inside Jason. She lay there for what seemed like an age, spraying jet after jet into him, ten, fifteen, twenty or more squirts. Amelia pulled back, not even breathing hard as she rolled him over and smiled into his eyes. Jason stared at her through his tears as she looked at him triumphantly... and then the burning sensation hit him.

'Yessssss,' Amelia said. 'That's my cum inside you. It doesn't damage you at all... but it lights the pain nerves up something shocking. It feels rather like being filled with a powerful acid, doesn't it?'

Jason screamed as the burning sensation built... heat upon heat, searing his insides, and nothing he could do to stop it.

'It will last an hour or so,' Amelia said, smiling gleefully. She chuckled as she picked up her skirt and panties and redressed herself. 'Lord, you should see the look on your face!'

'I'll get you for this,' Jason hissed between clenched teeth. 'I'll... oh god, make it stop, it hurtsssssssss....'

'Oh honey, you don't understand what's happened to you. You aren't going to 'get' anybody, ever again. Remember what I said about my precum? You're addicted now, honey. I may have hurt you, and humiliated you, and raped you, but in a few hours you'll feel the need building. In a few days, sucking my princk will be all you can think about. Give it a week and you'll be climbing up the walls, your skin crawling, willing to do anything, anything for another fix. And just in case you think you can resist that... if you go more than a couple of weeks without your fix, the addiction will warp your brain chemistry to such an extent that it will kill you. You're property now, baby, a slave of the Princkazons! So get used to it.

'Oh, and in case you were thinking of telling anybody about how I raped and humiliated you... go ahead. There's not a Princkazon alive who will have anything to do with you after word gets out, so you'll be dead long before the trial, I'll walk scott free, and the whole thing will become just another tabloid rumour.'

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

It took over an hour and a half for Jason to pull himself together, dress, and begin to make his way home.?? The shame over what had happened burned brightly in him - he found himself sitting in a bath, washing himself over and over as he sobbed silently.

And even so, through the shame, through the tears, through the bruises and pain... when he finally slept that night, his dreams were of how amazing that princk had tasted in his mouth...

The following day he tried to put the whole thing out of his mind, angrily telling himself that it hadn't really happened, that he hadn't really been raped and humiliated. It had just been a game, a bit of foolishness... anyway, he could have beaten Amelia if he had really tried. He'd gone easy on her because she was just a kid. It was pure denial on his part, a way to deal with the shame and rage. But through it all, every now and again he would find himself daydreaming about just how good that princk tasted... that night he again had dreams of sucking on Amelia's princk, feeding from her as she laughed and mocked his shame. He woke to find his sheets stained with a copious load of cum.

Over the weekend and into the start of the following week, it got steadily worse. He found himself daydreaming about Amelia, more and more, reliving her rape of him over and over in his mind. Every night he dreamed of nothing but her. By the end of the week it seemed that no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he couldn't go more than a few minutes without his mind drifting to thoughts of Amelia... and of how glorious her precum has tasted in his mouth.

By Wednesday it was almost unbearable. In the morning as he sat munching his breakfast, Jason couldn't believe how tasteless everything was. The orange juice may as well have been water, the bacon tasted like cardboard... he found himself staring at the food, remembering Amelia's princk, remembering just how good it had tasted sliding into his mouth. The memory of his oral rape repelled and humiliated him... but he couldn't push the image from his mind, couldn't stop reliving it over and over. He found tears of utter desperate humiliation welling up in his eyes, and quickly fled the frat house before anybody could see.

All day he tried to put the image out of his mind, but it was useless. Amelia's taunting words just kept coming back to him, along with that taste, that heavenly, delicious taste.

And then he saw her. She was walking down one of the corridors to class, with a group of her friends, all standing head and shoulders above the crowd. He only caught a glimpse, but at the sight his rational thoughts fled his mind completely. He found himself running down the corridor after her. 'Amelia!' he shrieked.

She stopped, turning, and broke into a huge smile. 'Hi Jason,' she said brightly. 'How are you?'

He stopped short, blushing furiously, tears brimming in his eyes yet again as the memory of what had happened crashed back at the sight of her. But even that shame couldn't match the gnawing desire he had for her.

'I... uh, wanted to talk to you,' he said nervously.

'So talk,' Amelia said teasingly.

He looked at the other girls desperately. Every one of them was dressed to show off their incredible physiques; short skirts or hotpants, tight-fitting tops. Several wore shirts knotted below their breasts, showing off their abdomens. Amelia was the smallest of them, with a physique that was merely athletic; Behind her Sonia was a hulking giant, six feet seven of sculpted muscle. Even the sight of them frightened Jason - if Amelia, the weakest amongst them, could defeat and rape him so very easily then what might any one of these Amazonians do?

The sensed his fear and eyed one another with knowing smiles. One girl wore a pair of skintight leather shorts... Jason could see the obvious bulge of her princk against her left thigh, almost down to the hem. Another half inch and it would poke out into clear view... he found himself staring, licking his lips despite the fear and shame burning inside him. The girl smiled back, angling her hips to give him a better view.

'I... uh... can we talk privately?' Jason asked finally, tearing his eyes away.

'No, Jason, I think you can talk in front of my friends,' Amelia said with a horribly subtle sadism. He blushed furiously. Several passers by, both boys and girls, were watching the scene now. 'Say it now Jason, or you will say it tomorrow... or the next day.'

He couldn't bring himself to form the words. Not there and then, not in public; the shame was too much. Without a word he turned and stumbled away, tears streaming from his eyes.

'I'm in no rush,' Amelia's mocking voice followed him.

The next twenty-four hours were pure torture for Jason. He had a hunger that raged; building without end, heat upon heat upon heat within him. By the end of the day he could think of nothing else. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and couldn't talk to anybody. The following day, it took every ounce of concentration he had simply to clean himself and dress for class - he only managed it by telling himself that he had to do these things, to find Amelia again.

He ditched his classes and wandered the corridors, sticking his head into classrooms to look for her. Finally he found her, coming out of her classroom for morning recess with the same group of Princkazons as yesterday.

'Amelia!' He said shakily. 'Please - please, I have to talk to you...'

'Oh yes Jason?' she said, smiling. 'Well talk away.'

'Oh god....' his voice quivered. 'Please, I need it Amelia. Please.'

'Need what, Jason?' She said with mock confusion.

'Your - uh -' He fell silent.

She waited him out. Time was on her side, and she knew it.

This time, he could not turn away. 'I need your princk,' he said, blushing beet red with shame.

'And what do you want to do with it?' She asked him. The pretence was gone now; her voice was quiet but intense.

'I need it in my mouth,' he said, utterly defeated.

Amelia motioned her friends towards the nearby Ladies Room. Several of them went in to clear the room out and give them some privacy.?? 'Are you offering to be my little slaveboy?' She asked Jason.

'I am,' he said simply.

'You'll do anything I say? Anything?'

'Anything,' he said with total sincerity.

She smiled, placing a hand around his bicep and guiding him into the Ladies Room. Her friends had emptied it out and two of them took position at the door, their imposing figures blocking any entry.

Inside Amelia looked at Jason. 'Down,' she said softly, motioning him with her grip on his bicep. He slowly sank to his knees. 'Remove my skirt,' she ordered. The boy unbuckled her belt, fingers trembling as he heard the chuckles of her friends, and eased her skirt down over her large, muscular thighs. Her princk bulged the front of her panties out, and without waiting for orders he drew the silky black garment down, freeing that obscene freak of nature to rise towards his face.

He moved to take it in his mouth but Amelia's hand took a fistful of hair, holding his head still with ease. 'Never without my permission... never without my command,' she said softly. 'Understand?'

'Yesssss...' he sighed, desperate with lust.

'That's 'Yes Miss Amelia',' she corrected.

'Yes Miss Amelia,' he said obediently.

'Good boy,' she said with a smile. 'Now suck it.'

She released his head and he took her huge princk into his mouth, sucking on it savagely, teasing the head with his tongue. Amelia smiled, her face lit up with true joy at the ultimate humiliation she was inflicting on the boy who had dared to think he could rape her. 'Hmmmm, that's soooo good,' she said teasingly. 'Take it nice and deep for me...' she gave him no choice in the matter; her strong hands were locked onto his head, holding him in place as her powerful hips eased deeper and deeper. Jason felt the huge head of her princk push into his throat and gagged, trying to pull back. Fingers like steel prevented him from moving so much as an inch.

'Nooo,' Amelia crooned. 'Let me hear it... let me feel you gag on me,' she eased deeper and Jason wretched, throat and stomach convulsing. The overwhelming chemical need to get to school that morning had prevented him from eating anything, so he could not actually vomit; instead he just gagged and choked as Amelia chuckled with pleasure and slid inch after inch into him. She could actually see his throat bulging out from the incredible thickness of her princk; it was such a beautiful sight that it drove her over the edge, spurting a colossal load of semen deep into Jason's gullet.

She withdrew, dropping him casually to the floor, watching as he begin to spasm and cry at the burning sensation that tore at his throat and chest. She smiled. 'All fixed up again, hun?' she asked mockingly.

Slowly, Jason came back to his senses. With the massive chemically induced hunger for princk temporarily gone, all he could feel was the overwhelming disgrace and humiliation of what he had just willingly submitted himself to. He stared up at Amelia, tears flooding his eyes, sobs of shame convulsing his body even as he felt the horrible, painful burning of her seed within him.

'Please don't do this to me, please Amelia,' he sobbed, collapsing at her feet. 'I'll do anything, say anything, just stop this, please,'

All of the Princkazons laughed together. 'Oh Jason, you just don't get it, do you? The addiction is for life. There is no cure, there is no stopping it. It will eat at you every day, for the rest of your life. Your only relief will come as I allow it, and I will only allow it if you obey me absolutely and unquestioningly. You are a slave to me, to us, for the rest of your life. One day I may get tired of you and refuse to ‘supply' you any more. If I do, you will wither up and die. You may not like it, it may not suit your idea of what is fair, but that's just too bad. You attacked me, remember? You will spend the rest of your life paying the price.'
She turned on her heel and walked away. 'See you tomorrow, slave,' she called over her shoulder.

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