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The Persuasive Perversions of the Paisley Princess

by Mesmer's Bauble

mc; Fg; gg+; mg; FF; MF; mF; Fdom; inc

Pink. If Lawrence Weber had to pick a single word to describe his daughter's tenth birthday it would have to be pink. This was not particularly surprising as it was a princess-themed party but still the sheer amount of pink was rather overwhelming.

Pink decorations were all around the house. Pink balloons framed the front door and pink streamers led through the house and out into the backyard, which was an explosion of the color. They had rented a bouncy castle, pink of course, as well as a slew of princess costumes for the guests to change into. Guests who, according to his watch, would be arriving in the next few minutes.

His daughter, Tiffany, was already dressed in the fanciest of the dresses. Her special birthday girl princess costume, poofy and pink, was topped with a pink crystal tiara. She was absolutely adorable and seeing the joy on her face was worth the cost. She was currently dancing around the backyard, working off some of her anxious pre-party energy.

He wished his wife would do the same. Sylvia was just as anxious as her daughter. She wanted the party to be perfect and she was currently stressed out because the entertainment had not arrived yet.

“Look, the guests are going to be here any minute and our princess has yet to arrive. She was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago to set up...” His wife was almost shouting into the phone, her voice a mix of anger and frustration.

He knew his wife well enough to get out of her way and make himself useful elsewhere. The only person who didn't seemed phased by the upcoming party was his son, Garret. At 13 he was 'too cool' to be at this party but, to his credit, he loved his sister and made no fuss about having to attend the party because Tiff wanted him there.

Lawrence was halfway between the downstairs freezer and the cooler out back, lugging a large bag of ice, when the doorbell rang. Through the frosted glass of the door he could see one tall and one short figure. He assumed it was one of Tiffany's friends and called to his daughter, “Tiffany, one of your guests has arrived!” As he lugged the ice out the patio door he could hear his daughter squeal a welcome to one of her friends. He couldn't help but smile.

Over the next 15 minutes or so another half a dozen girls arrived; he knew most of them as schoolmates that Tiff had known since kindergarten. He greeted the parents; most of them just dropped their girls off and asked when to pick them up. But a few, like Felicity who lived just down the block, had offered to stay and help with the party. All told, and counting his family, there were ten little girls, four wives, a father, a patient older brother, and no entertainment.


Sylvia was livid. Lawrence had coaxed her off the phone when the guests started to arrive but she was tempted to call them back and scream some more. She had a few activities planned but Princess Paisley was supposed to be the primary entertainment for the party and she was now over half an hour late.

Lawrence, the dear that he was, had led the guests out back and, with the help of the mothers, was helping the girls get into their princess dresses. Sylvia was pacing back and forth, resisting the urge to strangle her sister, who had recommended the Paisley Princess Party Agency after her niece had gone to a friend’s party hosted by them.

The sound of breaks in the driveway broke her internal monologue and had her storming out the front door, whispering harshly so as not to be heard by the girls in the back. “It’s about fucking time you got here! Do you have any idea how late you are!” The van in her driveway was painted pink with a company logo on its side.

The woman who stepped out of the van was young, probably no older than 23. She had long platinum blond hair framing a face that was stunningly beautiful. Her body matched her face: all smooth curves, from her large breasts to her curving hips and long graceful legs. She had a slight frown on her face, as if what Sylvia had said displeased her.

“I'm deeply sorry for my tardiness. My manager had the poor judgment to book two back to back gigs halfway across town.” Her tone didn't quite match her words; they carried a slight air of disdain, as if she didn't have to answer for her lateness. “We can discuss its impact on my fee later; I believe I have some young girls to entertain. Kindly point me in the direction of your bedroom so that I can change.”

Sylvia wanted to say something about her tone or her lateness but, though she hated to admit it, the woman was right, they did have a party to get to, 'but if she thinks she's getting a tip...' Sylvia smiled a bit at the thought. The woman pulled a large cardboard box and a garment bag out of the back of the van and followed Sylvia inside the house. Sylvia pointed in the direction of the master bedroom and muttered for the woman to “Hurry up” before going outside to join the party.

Despite her mood, she couldn't help but smile as she stepped into the backyard and saw her daughter and all of her friends dressed up in brightly colored princess dresses. “Aren’t you all the most beautiful princesses I’ve ever seen! Now girls, Princess Paisley is on her way. Her coach had some trouble but her fairy godmother fixed it up right as rain and she'll be here in just a few more minutes.”

A chorus of little girl shouts of glee filled the backyard. “While we wait, let’s all get ourselves glasses of princess punch!” She led the girls and their parents to a table with a large faux crystal bowl of bright pink punch. The girls each grabbed plastic goblets that Lawrence filled with a “For you, m'lady.” and a little bow to each girl.

By the time all of the girls were sipping glasses of pink punch, Sylvia had calmed down a bit. It was her daughter’s party and it hadn't been ruined. She sipped her own glass of punch and a real smile crossed her face when a fanfare of horns came from within the house. The girls began to giggle in excitement as she and Lawrence herded them onto a group of picnic blankets they had laid out. The girls sat facing the deck, turning it into a stage.

Anther fanfare blew, followed by a booming announcement. “Presenting Princess Paisley!” The music come to a crescendo as the woman from the van stepped into view. If she had been attractive before, she was stunning now. She wore a white and gold ball gown topped with a silver tiara. The gown was tight, showing off her assets without making it look too revealing. She wore glittery makeup that made her face sparkle in the afternoon light and she gave a big smile. The children, who gasped in amazement, and the adults were both very impressed. She had a scepter in her hand topped with a large gaudy diamond. Sylvia noticed her press a button on the handle and the music came to a stop.

“Greetings to all you beautiful princesses. I am Princess Paisley and I am here to make this a very magical birthday for our special birthday girl, Princess Tiffany!” She gestured dramatically and threw a handful of glitter up into the air, so it sparkled down onto the girls. Sylvia smiled and turned to the other parents there.

“She made it just in time,” she murmured to the gathered parents. Sally, Lauren, and Felicity were half watching the show but they gathered together so they could chat.

“I'm shocked you got Paisley Princesses, I’ve heard they have huge waiting lists,” Lauren said quietly.

“I know,” replied Sally. “I tried to get them for Pearl’s party last year and they were booked solid.”

Sylvia nodded. “My sister was at one of their parties earlier this year and apparently she made friends with the performer, so I was able to get in their schedule.”

Noises of appreciation came from the women. They were interrupted as the music started up again and Princess Paisley called everyone's attention to the stage. Tiffany was standing on stage, beaming. She was wearing Princess Paisley's tiara. Sylvia frowned but saw that her husband was filming the whole show on his Flip so she could see what she missed.

“Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princesses can I have your attention please. I present to you High Princess Tiffany the Birthday Girl. And now, to make it official, I will cast a spell over her with my magic scepter.” At the word magic, the jewel on the top of the scepter began to glow. Princess Paisley began to move her scepter in a large slow circle and chant magic sounding words.

Despite herself, Sylvia found her eyes drawn to the glowing jewel at its tip. It was just so fascinating; it pulsed with a deep pink light that seemed to hold her attention. It was so easy to watch the jewel glow as it turned round and round and round. She was only half listening to what Princess Paisley was saying… the magic mumbling had turned into real words at some point… something about watching and listening… following the light… going around and around… deeper and deeper… into the light… into the magic… she felt herself floating away from her body… there was nothing but the light… the light and the voice drifting into her receptive mind.


Princess Paisley, or Lilith to use her real name, continued to drone on, reciting the words from memory. She didn't really need them, the subliminal pulses in the jewel were very powerful, but it never hurt to take time entrancing her audience, making sure that every eye was locked on the glowing jewel.

She glanced around, a wicked smile crossing her face as she looked over the blank, receptive faces of ten young girls. She licked her lips in anticipation and felt her slit moisten at what was to come next. She checked that the adults and the teen boy were also under her spell before stopping her patter and putting down scepter.

None of the faces sprang back to life so she knew that she was ready to begin. She reached over her shoulder and released the clasp by her neck. Her princess dress fell away leaving her in only a cupless white bustier, a garter belt, and white silk hose. Her pussy juice was already dripping down her leg but she restrained herself from the main course and, grabbing up her scepter, moved to the gathered parents for appetizer.

She walked up to one of the women, a redhead in her late thirties. She lifted the scepter and put it right in the woman's face. “What is your name?”

“Sally,” replied the woman in a dreamy murmur.

“Sally, you are very very horny. Only from now on you will only be able to get off by stuffing bizarre objects into your pussy. Understand?”

Sally nodded and dreamily repeated, “I'm very horny... I can only get off shoving stuff into my pussy.”

“That’s right. When you do, you will be able to bring yourself to the most amazing addictive orgasms that you've ever experienced. The stranger the objects, the more they turn you on and the bigger the orgasm. But once you've cum using something you'll need to find something different if you want another addictive orgasm.”

Sally nodded and began to breathe more and more rapidly. “That’s right Sally... you’re so very very horny... now why don't you go into the house and find something to get off on.” She brought the scepter down and Sally moaned slightly before turning away and rushing into the house, looking for something long and thick to shove into her cunt.

Lilith turned to the birthday girl's father, raising the scepter, “And what's your name, handsome man with the digital camera?”

“Lawrence.” The man’s gaze was locked on the glowing crystal and he followed it with his eyes as she shifted it back and forth.

“Well, Lawrence, why don't you erase all of the footage you shot. You’re going to need that space for more important things. See, you are a massive voyeur: the only thing that turns you on more than watching people fuck in the most dirty perverted ways is recording it so you can watch it over and over again. There'll be plenty of things for you to record today but, for now, whip your dick out and go inside and record Sally fucking your vegetables.”

Lawrence unzipped his pants, heedless of who was watching, and pulled his cock out. He began to pump it as he entered the house, looking for Sally and her masturbation show. She turned to the remaining women and put her hand to her chin, stroking it as she thought. A smile crossed her face as she walked up to the woman who had greeted her at the door. “And you are?”

“Sylvia...”

“Very well, Sylvia. I know exactly what you need.” Sylvia looked interested at that remark. “You need a big fat cock deep inside your ass…” Sylvia looked slightly confused. “Is anything the matter?”

The woman looked as if she was straining her last two brain cells to form a response. After a long moment Sylvia asked slowly, “I need a cock in my ass...?” She seemed genuinely confused. Lilith scowled; it was rare that someone showed even the most token resistance to the powerful subliminal instructions embedded in the light of her crystal. She brought the scepter up and pushed the crystal right into Sylvia's face. The woman's eyes locked on the gem and all the expression drained from her face.

“That's right. You need a cock up your ass so badly. You’re a total anal whore, addicted to any cock that’s pushed in and out of your tight asshole. You need it so badly now, the desire is consuming all of your rational thought. You’d better get inside and beg your husband to fuck your tight anus. If he doesn’t soon, you'll lose all control and be an anal slave to the next guy who shoves his rod up your butt!”

She brought the scepter down and conflicting expressions of arousal and panic filled Sylvia's face. She was already pulling off her skirt as she ran into the house. Lilith laughed to herself before moving on to the last of the women. One was a short blond, cute but clearly getting older. The other was tall with long dark hair and was still in the prime of her youth. Raising the scepter into their view, she spoke to both of them. “I can tell just by looking at you that you are a pair of secret lesbian foot fetishists. Isn't that right?”

The two women nodded, absorbing the new facts about themselves. “I'm usually good at guessing these things. Like you,” she gestured to the short blond, “you are obviously the dom. You must get off dominating your sub by making her lick your shoes and feet and shoving your toes into her dripping cunt while she worships your name.”

She turned to the taller woman, “That must make you the submissive footslut, addicted to your mistress’ smelly feet, creaming yourself as you tongue her feet and cunt. Willing to do anything she commands for the pleasure of serving her. Isn't that right?”

The woman nodded enthusiastically. “Don't worry about the kids, I'll entertain them. Why don't you two slip off somewhere and fulfill the secret desires that you have been repressing all day.” The women looked at each other, their eyes glimmering with excitement as they moved back to the house to find a secret corner to fuck in. She hoped Lawrence would get some good footage of them.

Lilith turned back to the audience of ten gorgeous, luscious little girls. All of them sitting deeply entranced and ready for her to play with. She had almost forgotten the teen boy who had tucked himself off in a corner of the garden. His cellphone was still in his hand, she had caught him mid-text. As she passed, she murmured, “Be a dear and go spend some of those teenage hormones fucking your mother's ass. I'm sure she'll be grateful enough afterward to help you fulfill all of your naughty incestuous fantasies.”

He dropped the phone and walked quickly into the house. Lilith was growing unbearably aroused. The only thing that turned her on more than twisting perfectly normal people into kinky sex fiends was doing it to young girls. A wicked smile played across her face as she sat on the patio steps, her knees spread wide, showing her dripping cunt off to the gathered girls.

She turned to the birthday girl, Tiffany, who was still standing entranced on the porch. “Tiffany, come over here.” The girl came and stood next to her. “You’re the birthday girl, so I want you to tell all of your friends to strip naked. We're the only real princesses; they're just our servants so they should be naked before us.”

The girl’s expression snapped from dazed and empty to full of life, “Servants!” She spoke with a tone of command in her voice that all of the other girls immediately responded to. “We are the only princesses here, so take off those dresses and present yourself before us naked!”

The other girls quickly stood up and began to help each other out of their pretty dresses. Lillith slipped one hand down to her pussy and began to rub it as she turned to Tiffany, “Look at them hurrying to follow you orders, you love the feeling of having control over them. It feels so right and good to be in control.” The girl nodded in agreement.

“Now I'll show you something else that feels so good. Pull down your stockings and underwear, then sit right here so you can have a good look between my legs.” In a few moments Tiffany had pulled off everything under her dress and had her face at pussy level. “This is my pussy. It has a lot of other names but you should call it a pussy. You have one too, and if you touch it like I am you'll feel really good.” As the rest of the girls undressed she slowly played with her cunt and watched as Tiffany mirrored the motions. Soon the girl was moaning in pleasure and working herself towards her first orgasm. “Wait... Princesses don't need to make themselves cum. Not when they have servants. Pick two of your friends to be our pussy slaves.”

Tiffany looked over her friends, all now naked and waiting for further instructions. “Mia and Hannah, you are now our official pussy slaves!” Two girls, one with Asian features and long black hair and another whose hair was short and brown and had a smattering of freckles, stepped forward. Lilith stepped in to give the girls their instructions.

“You heard your princess, you are our pussy slaves. Look between our legs. Our pussies are now the most important things in the world to you. Your deepest desire is to serve our pussies by licking and kissing and touching them whenever and however we want.” The girls fell to their knees as they shuffled forward and put their faces between Tiffany and Lilith's legs. “That’s it girls, start licking.”

The dark haired girl, Mia, ran her little tongue over Lilith's dripping cunt, lapping up her spilt juices before focusing on her slit. The girl had no skill but Lilith brought her hands down and guided the young girl, explaining to her exactly what she should be doing. Tiffany's slave must have been listening as well because she could hear the girl’s moans go from small whimpers to shouts of pleasure.

She looked over and saw Tiffany convulse as she moaned her way through her first orgasm. Lilith had been on edge all afternoon, she always was when she was 'performing' so it took only a few more minutes for the little girl between her thighs to cause her to spray pussy juice all over her face. After peaking, Lilith relaxed back and let Mia lick at her for a few more minutes, just enjoying the sensation. She could hear Tiffany's moaning increase as she came again screaming, “Yes, Yes, YES!”

Lilith ordered her slave to stop and sat up. She watched Tiffany writhe in pleasure for a moment before telling Hannah to stop as well. “So how was that?”

Tiffany whimpered in pleasure for a long moment before she managed to say, “Awesome...”

“Wonderful, I do so want you to enjoy your birthday.” Lilith stood and lifted her scepter again, drawing the attention of all the girls. “Now I've got to go grab some things, while I'm gone I want you to play with your servants. Remember the nastier and more perverted things you have them do, the more fun it is for both you and them, OK?” The sound of ten little girls mindlessly repeating the word, “OK” sent a shiver of arousal down her spine.

She slid open the door into the house and admired her work. Sally was on the kitchen floor working a can of cooking spray in and out of her cunt with an intense focus. There was a puddle her juices collecting beneath her. Sylvia was a screamer; she was yelling into one of the sofa cushions, bent over one of the arms as her son pumped in and out of her asshole. Lilith’s new footdom was standing imperiously over her sub, who was sucking her own toes and masturbating furiously. Lawrence was moving between them, filming everything. He left little streams of cum on the floor as he stroked himself off again and again.

Lilith stepped around her toys as she made her way out the front door and to her van. She pulled a large cardboard treasure chest out of the back and, whistling to herself, made her way back to the yard. As she passed Garret, who seemed to be really enjoying buggering his mother, she tapped him on the shoulder. “Once you've blown your load, join me in the backyard. Oh, and order your mother to entertain herself while you’re gone. Be creative.”

Lilith was pleased to see Tiffany taking charge of her 'servants.' She was sitting on the face of one of her pussy slaves, the girl's nose pressed into her cunt while her mouth pleasured Tiffany’s asshole. Tiffany was watching the other girls crawling on all fours in a large circle, each girl having her cunt and ass licked while doing the same to the girl in front of her. Tiffany clearly had little experience with anything sexual but she had taken to playing with the girls.

Placing the treasure box down beside Tiffany, Lilith watched the girls going at it. In front of her a black girl had her face pressed into the crotch of a redhead and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. She licked in long laps from the girl’s pussy lips and up and across her little rose bud anus. The black girl herself was being serviced by a cute blond girl who was focused entirely on licking at the girl’s pussy and clit. Lilith expected the blond girl had more knowledge about sex to know where to focus her efforts.

Lilith walked over to the circle and reached down, stroking one girl’s smooth ass before moving to the next, reaching under and squeezing the girl’s tits. She continued around the circle, caressing each of the girls before returning to Tiffany. She leaned down and gave the birthday girl a deep kiss. The girl resisted at first, not knowing what was happening. But, as Lilith's tongue snaked between her lips, she began to enjoy the sensation and returned the kiss in kind.

“Very good work Princess Tiffany; you'll be a pro at this in no time.” Tiffany beamed up at her. “Now finish with your slaves because I have brought my treasures for us to play with.”

Tiffany looked down at the girl and barked an order, nothing in her tone showed that they had once been friends. “Speed up, slave. Lick my pussy ‘till I orgasm. That goes for all of you. Speed up and make each other orgasm NOW!”

Tiffany shifted her hips so the girl’s face was pressed into her pussy rather than her ass. The girls in the circle began to move faster and faster. Soon the sounds of their muffled whimpers filled the backyard as each girl moaned her pleasure into the ass in front of her. After just a few minutes the girls began to shudder and shake and then slowly stop moving. By the time each of the girls had taken and received her pleasure, Tiffany was bucking her hips, grinding her cunt into her servant's face. With a shout of pleasure she came and stood shakily, allowing the girl beneath her to slip out and join the other girls sitting at Tiffany’s and Lilith's feet.

“As the birthday girl, you Princess Tiffany, will receive the first treasure from my box.” Lilith lifted the lid off of her treasure box and, with Tiffany watching in excitement, pulled out a bright pink double sided strap-on. It wasn't large by the standards of most toys but it was quite large for a ten-year-old.

“What is it?” Tiffany asked with awe in her voice.

“It’s a very special toy that will help you have much more fun with your servants.” Lilith picked up her scepter from where she had put it down and, with the strap-on in one hand, she lifted the light in front of Tiffany's face. “Now I'm going to help you put it on. Remember, though, nothing I can do to you will cause any pain. Any pain you might feel will magically transform into more pleasure. That goes for all of you girls, understand?” Tiffany nodded and the gathered girls all said “Yes” in unison.

“Now spread your legs.”

Tiffany complied, standing bowlegged and exposing her crotch for all to see. Lilith sat her heels and reached over, dipping one side of the strap-on into Tiffany's cunt, moistening it in the girl’s juices before pushing it in. Tiffany grunted with desire as her pussy was penetrated for the first time. Lilith pumped the smooth plastic cock in and out of the girl a few times before thrusting it deep into her and taking her virginity. Tiffany's groans intensified, her pain changing to pleasure and driving her over the edge. She bucked against the dildo, moaning in ecstasy. Lilith smiled and shoved it all the way inside the girl before fastening the buckles that held the cock inside her.

“What do you think?”

Tiffany came down from her orgasm and admired her bright pink cock. “It’s *gasp* wonderful! Thank you!”

Lilith smirked, “You’re very welcome. Now come help me decide how we are going to handle the rest of our court.”

Tiffany moved to stand next to the box, shifting her hips slightly to enjoy the feeling of the toy buried inside her. Lilith pulled a pair of complex leather strappy things out of the box. “You already have personal vassals, your pussy slaves, but your royal court needs more than that. You’re going to need knights, so pick out two girls to be your royal knights and two to be their loyal steeds.”

Tiffany looked over her friends, thinking very carefully about her decision. “Olivia and Liz, you two will be my knights. Stella and Melanie you will be their horses.”

“Knights stand before us, horses on your hands and knees, crawl over next to me.” Four girls moved forward from the crowd. The black girl that Lilith had been admiring before and one of the blonds stood proudly on shaky legs before them. Two other girls, one with red hair and another with caramel colored skin crawled up onto the patio to wait beside Lilith. She put one of the leather devices on the ground and moved next to the Latino girl.

“Tiffany, while I prepare our horses why don't you try out your new royal rod on your pussy slaves?”

The young girl smiled at that and ordered one of the girls before her and was soon fucking her senseless, tearing through her virginity mercilessly, only focusing on the pleasure she felt from the dildo inside her pounding in and out as she fucked. Lilith turned back to her horses and picked up the leather device. After only a few minutes the crouching girl was trussed up in the leather and Lilith was moving on to the other horse.

The getup was a bunch of leather straps that wrapped around the girl’s body, tightly gripping and accentuating her prepubescent figure. There was a head piece that held a soft bit into the horsey girl’s mouth. Hoof-shaped gloves protected the girl’s hands while similarly shaped kneepads covered her knees. The leather was very high quality and had obviously been made to fit a young girl’s form. Once both girls were in their harnesses, Lilith reached into the chest and pulled out what first looked like whips but turned out to be butt plugs with draping leather straps. “Relax your assholes, girls, and remember all pain is pleasure when it comes from me.” She slid the pugs into the girls’ asses, completing their outfit with tails.

“Of course, to hold knights you are each going to need a saddle.” She pulled out a pair of small leather saddles. Each had two large plastic protrusions sticking up from the middle, plugs for their rider's pussy and ass. Lilith attached the saddles to the horses and stood back, admiring the effect. “Knights, mount your steeds!” Lilith gave the command and the two girls walked over to stand next to their 'horses'. The black girl moved without hesitation, throwing her leg over the girl on her knees and lining up the toys with her holes perfectly. As she slowly slid down onto the two dildos her face contorted at the sensation.

Her fellow knight followed her lead, though she seemed to have difficulty sliding such comparatively large objects into her body. But, after the first wince, her programming kicked in and she moaned with joy at the pain. Lilith looked to Tiffany; the girl was still fucking her slave only now she was thrusting in and out of the girl’s ass. Lilith smiled and turned to the girls before her, “Knights, I wish for you to get accustomed to your steeds: take them on a slow circle of the yard then return to me.” The 'knights' saluted Tiffany before slapping their 'horses' on their asses. Soon they were moving slowly around the yard. Lilith drank in the expressions of pleasure on both the 'horses' and riders as the movement shifted the toys inside them.

Lilith watched the girls for a while before her attention was drawn away. Tiffany's voice broke the silence as she groaned and grunted through another orgasm. Her poor abused pussy slave was moaning too, she had obviously cum several times as Tiffany took her pleasure. Tiffany slid out of the girl and sighed contentedly. She sat back down on the edge of the porch and looked at the girls moaning in pleasure as they moved around the yard. She smiled a very wicked grin.

Lilith was sorting through the chest of toys when the sliding door slid open and Garret walked out, his glazed eyes not taking in the scene of underage debauchery. “Ah the prince has made his appearance! Pray what have you done with the queen mother?”

Garret took a long moment to decode Lilith's words before he spoke. “I had her join Mrs. Rowse, she gets things wet in her pussy and mom's stuffing them up her ass, she seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Excellent, now listen closely. If Tiffany is the Princesses then you are the Prince and due the same attention. Tiffany has two pussy slaves so you deserve two cock slaves. It’s only fair.” Garrett and Tiffany nodded their agreement.

“You and you.” Lilith pointed to two of the remaining girls who had no jobs in the 'court' with her glowing scepter. “You are the prince's cock slaves. His cock is now the most important thing in the world to you. Your deepest desire is to serve his cock by licking and kissing and touching it, taking it inside any of your holes, whenever and however he wants.”

The girls nodded and crawled along the ground, up the porch steps, and to Garret's feet. “Garret, these girls are your cock slaves, it is only right and normal for them to serve your every sexual urge. Now use them to your heart’s content.”

Garret's face lit up with predatory glee as he gazed down at the girls. He pulled his pants and underwear down in a quick movement. His flaccid cock was about normal for his age but it was still covered with a mix and shit and cum from his mother's ass. “Clean my cock, slaves!”

The girls pushed their faces into his crotch, one on each side, and began to worship his cock with their tongues. They licked up and down the side, took turns sucking it into their mouths and bobbing their tiny heads up and down on his rod. Garret moaned in appreciation and his young cock quickly began to respond to their actions, hardening into a strong erection. The girls continued to worship his member, each moving up one side and joining in the middle, kissing each other, their tongues dancing over the head of his cock.

Lilith turned her attention to the last girl. She was very beautiful: pale porcelain skin, jet black hair, and curves just beginning to blossom. Lilith reached to the bottom of her box and pulled out a bag and a jester's cap. “What is her name Tiffany?”

“Gianna. Who will she be in our court?”

Lilith smiled, Tiffany understood the game they were playing and wanted it to continue. “The jester, of course. Step forward Gianna.” The girl came and stood in all her naked glory before Lilith. Lilith slipped the cap onto the girl’s head, colorful and small dick shaped bells adorned the tip of each of the spikes. She then pressed the bag into the girl’s hands, “You are our court jester, and it is your job to entertain us. These are your toys, you love them and you love playing with them in public, showing off your toys and how much fun they are to play with. They give you so much pleasure.”

Gianna nodded, a smile growing on her face. She opened the canvas bag and looked inside, her smile only growing larger. She pulled out a dildo, six inches long and quite thick. She brought it to her mouth and licked it all over before lowering it to her cunt and slipping it inside. She placed the bag next to her but not before reaching down into it and pulling out a butt-plug and shoving it right up her ass with no lube. Each toy had a dial at the bottom. Gianna twisted them both, sending a chorus of buzzing in time with a deep throaty moan.

“Look at me, m'ladies!” The girl began to move and dance around while pushing the toys into and out of herself. “Watch your Jester perform for your entertainment!” She moved in a circle around the yard, reaching one of the 'knights'. She squeezed her legs together, holding the buzzing toys inside her as she reached the pair of girls.

She slid the vibrator out of her cunt and pressed it, still vibrating, to the knight’s clit, laughing as the girl lost focus and began to moan, shifting on the dildos inside her and sending further shivers of pleasure up and down her body until she came, screaming. The knight lost her balance and fell to the ground. The jester just laughed again and reached her vibrator down between the 'horse’s' legs, hoping to provoke the same reaction, “No reason Seabiscut can't enjoy herself as well!”

Lilith watched it all, a dark smile on her face. She pointed to the exhausted young girl at Tiffany's feet. “Pussy slave, crawl over here and lick me, NOW!” The girl obeyed, sliding up onto her hands and knees to crawl over and put her face between Lilith's legs. “Princess Tiffany, why not break in your other pussy slave?”

“A very good idea...” Tiffany crooked her finger at the last girl waiting in the yard. The girl approached and soon Tiffany was thrusting her pink plastic dick in and out of her mewling friend. Lilith surveyed the wreckage of the party. She could hear the echoes of pleasure drifting out of the house, the adults enjoying their new fetishes. One pair of girls moved across the lawn, horse and rider. The other pair was at the mercy of the jester, writhing in pleasure as they were teased mercilessly. Her little prince was busy fucking one girl while the other had her face buried between his ass cheeks, licking his ass and balls. And her pièce de résistance, Princess Tiffany, an innocent young girl turned into a twisted sex freak.

Even now the girl was screaming for her friend to “Take my royal rod!” as she pounded the girl’s ass. Lilith was so proud, and horny, very very horny. She reached down and grabbed the girl between her legs, guiding the girl’s tongue into just the right spot before really starting to fuck her face. She moaned with satisfaction and lust, reveling in her kingdom.


Lawrence waved goodbye to the last of his guests from the front door. He was exhausted; he couldn't remember the last time a party had worn him out so badly. Still, he thought, at least the entertainment was good. Princesses Paisley's show had been... it was just so... he didn't even have the words to describe it, but he knew it had been an amazing value for what they had paid. Which was why he hadn't felt bad tipping heavily.

He closed the door and turned to survey the house. It was a bit of a mess but he wanted to sit for a while. He moved into the living room and fell into his chair. Garret and his wife were on the couch; she had her head in his lap and looked half asleep. Garret had a big smile on his face. “Have a good time, son?”

“Yeah, I never would have expected it but the show really was.... something...” He looked mildly confused for a moment before the smile returned. Lawrence nodded in agreement.

“Where is the birthday girl anyway?” he asked his wife. She turned to face him, unconsciously placing her hand onto her son’s crotch as she lifted herself off of his lap. “In her room, changing out of the costume.”

Lawrence smiled, thinking of all the pictures from the party. Then he frowned, he had forgotten that the Flip had broken during the party, wiped the whole hard drive clean. Such a shame, but maybe he could get Tiffany to pose in the dress tomorrow before it had to go back to the rental store. As if the thought of her drew her near, he heard Tiffany's door slam shut and footsteps on the hardwood. It was odd that it sounded like the click of high heels.

He turned to look and froze in shock at what he saw. His daughter was walking into the den in a bubblegum-pink body suit. It was tight, conforming to the few curves she had. There were holes cut in the outfit displaying her budding breasts and her still-smooth vagina. The outfit was finished with a pair of bright pink stiletto heels perfectly sized for her feet. She walked with a confident swagger rarely seen from women three times her age, one hand behind her back. All her family could do was stare; the sight of her froze their minds in place.

She smiled at their reaction and it was a predatory thing, “Like it? It was part of my birthday gift from Princess Paisley. She said I showed a lot of promise.”

Lawrence and his wife started to splutter something. He didn't know what he was going to say, something about ‘how dare she’ or ‘change immediately’ or a simple ‘cover yourself’, but he never got a chance to pull his thoughts together enough to speak.

“This is the other part of my gift.” She brought her hidden hand out, revealing a scepter topped with a glowing pink jewel. Lawrence’s eyes were drawn to it and somewhere in his mind he felt a floodgate open. He fell to his knees; behind him he could hear his wife and son doing the same. Their heads touched the floor and they spoke in unison, “How can we serve, Princess?”

End

I hope everyone enjoyed the tale cause this story took a lot out of me.

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