Message-ID: <53899asstr$1148209802@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "David Formosa (aka ? the Platypus)" <dformosa@dformosa.zeta.org.au> Reply-To: dformosa@dformosa.zeta.org.au X-URL: http://www.zeta.org.au/~dformosa/spelling.html Mail-Copies-To: nobody X-Original-Message-ID: <slrne7067k.r25.dformosa@dformosa.zeta.org.au> User-Agent: slrn/0.9.7.3 (Linux) Cache-Post-Path: dformosa.zeta.org.au!unknown@localhost.localdomain X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.3 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 17:56:33 EST X-Greylisting: NO DELAY (Relay+Sender autoqualified); processed by UCSD_GL-v2.1 on mailbox10.ucsd.edu; Sun, 21 May 2006 00:50:49 -0700 (PDT) X-Spamscanner: mailbox10.ucsd.edu (v1.6 Aug 4 2005 15:27:38, -2.8/5.0 3.0.4) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 33479 k4L7om4f036397 mailbox10.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 07:56:33 GMT Subject: {ASSM} The King and his Bath. By ? the Platypus (M/Felf Felf/Fgoblin Fantasy D/s) <*> Lines: 117 Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2006/53899> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, emigabe King Nithen ruler of the land of Malzador was considered by many to be the greatest leader during the warring kings period, some even argued that in the entire sleeping gods era the king was unsurpassed. One of the many things he is famous for introducing bathing as a pastime. The king's grand bathroom was decorated in opulent and depraved style of the Ancients. Indeed it mimicked the bathhouses of there ruined cities. The central bath was fed hot water cautiously from the mouths of four dragon shaped fountains. From this bath a column of scented steam rose and then condensed on the white marble roof. The water would then drip down over the carefully carved reliefs, each depicting a different act of perversity. Waiting for the king where his two favorite slaves, the elf Kitana and the goblin Orgian. When they heard the king's foot fall on the mosaiced floor they knelt and bowed deeply there forheads touching the tiles. Kitana of Oaks was a wood elf, tall with golden blond hair which she tied into a tight plait long enough reach the cleft of her rear. Her skin was soft, fair and flawless. Her breasts where small but perfectly formed with tiny jewel like nipples. Her crotch was as smooth and hairless as a new born. Even as she prostrated herself to her King and owner, Kitana's posture still held in it elegance and perhaps a little pride. Despite being a slave, despite being naked and despite the collar sitting tight against her neck she was still an elf. And being an elf meant that she must act with grace and dignity no matter the situation. Kitana had resolved to be the best possible slave, her honor would permit her nothing less. In contrast Princess Orgian of the Swamp-Tooth clan was short, plumb, and had breasts like a heathen fertility goddess. The goblin's skin was a mottled green and had the texture of well oiled leather. Her head was topped with a mop of short untameable black hair. Unlike Kitan's display of stoic dignity, Orgian make her displeasure quite visible though her body language. The king indicated silently to his slaves and they started to undress him. The layers of rare furs and fine silks where removed, leaving the mighty king standing naked. "When I was a sapling I would strip my own blood soaked armor from my body but now that I'm a tree I have attractive slaves to remove fine robes." Kitana smiled a little at this comment, he said something like that almost every time she undressed him, but a slave should at least act amused her owners utterances. She stole a look across to her "sister" Orgian, the goblin had rolled her eyes a grimaced a little. The undignified responce didn't surprise the elf at all. "Sometimes I regret having to wear such finery. Simple clothing has aways suited me, but standards are expected of royalty." "Sire your chair." said Kitana as she indicated a low stool. King Nithen took his seat and Princess Orgian filled a bucket from the main bath. He relaxed as the warm water was poured over his body. Next the slaves lathered his body, his arms and legs where rubbed with the soap, then his back and belly. The king smiled, his kingdom was now attracting merchants from far off lands, and with the merchants came perfumed oils, spices, and bathing soap. "Slave" he said addressing Kitana "you may have the privilege of washing my member" "Thankyou" replied the elf in a neutral voice "This slave is most grateful for this privilege." She knelt before Nithen and lathered her hands. She stroked his penis slowly firmly putting her hands around his cock. The King threw back his bearded head and moaned slightly as her delicate, soft elvish hands stroked the royal penis until it was as hard as the marble statues. He sighed and felt a powerful orgasm sweep over his body. His cock jerked as his cum burst out splashing the face of the elvish slave. His body soaped the mighty king walked across to the main bath, and slowly eased himself down into it. He relaxed in his bath then looked across to the pair "While I unwind, I would like to watch a performance, Kitana stand with your back against that column and your legs spread, Orgian lick her until she comes" Orgian made the 'ick' face expression even before the her goblinoid tongue touched the delicately formed lips of Kitana's elvin sex. Kitana and Orgian both felt deep and fundamental revulsion at this forbidden contact. But despite the deep racial loathing between the two slaves the Elf was feeling an irresistible and growing pleasure. Kitana squirmed and pressed herself back against the column away feeling deeply ashamed that she was starting to enjoy the disgusting tongue of the goblin. From the southern entrance a cat girl efficiently walks in. Dressed in a simple tunic she pauses briefly to whip her glasses as they fog up in the vapor saturated environment. She was Amilia, the kings personal scribe and his beloved pet. "My lord the Elves from Tianna have arrived" Kitana came, her body overflowing with orgasmic pleasure her legs weakening, her back sliding down the smooth marble as she fell to her knees, tears flowing from her eyes. Soon she realized those of her own tribe would see the depths of depravity to which she has sunk. -- Please excuse my spelling as I suffer from agraphia. See http://dformosa.zeta.org.au/~dformosa/Spelling.html to find out more. Free the Memes. 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