Sissy Prince: Origin Ch. 01

Her tattoos mark her as such. Others in her village have tattoos as well, but they tend to be more evenly spread across their bodies.

The young man can't help but stare at his mistress when she disrobes for bed. She prefers to sleep in the nude. She always smiles at his attentions. She was husky and muscular. With big breasts. Both nearly as big as Oliver's head. And a big round ass.

'Really,' he thought, 'quite pleasing.' His little nub getting hard until she got under her covers.

The whole left side of her body was covered in those fascinating designs.

"You are not frightened of me." She tells him one night from her bed.

"Well you could break me in half with just one hand. Otherwise, no." He grins at her.

"My people see me as a necessary evil. A demon that they need to cure their ills." She pulls her sheet back. "Strip and come." She orders.

Nervous, Oliver pulls his blouse off and lets his skirt fall to the floor. Then he crawls into bed next to the big woman.

Jentif reaches down. Her fingers tickling at his little bump as she explores his crotch. Gently she pulls on his penis.

"You are so small." She says, not unkindly.

"S...Sorry." He apologists with a shiver.

"It is not bad." She assures him.

His dicklette gets hard in her fingers. "I know I am no real man." He admits. "I may not be able to please you."

"We will see." She continues to squeeze his small cock. Leaning in to kiss. As their tongues dance together Oliver reaches to squeeze one of her mighty breasts. His other hand grabs her hip.

Her body was tough, yet soft. Like supple leather. And warm. And curvy.

Oliver gently pushes her on her back and pushes her legs apart with his knees. He sticks his little prick into her bald pussy. She had tattoos even there he had noticed. Like him no pubic hair though.

Jentif moans as the young man thrusts. Pushing as deep inside her as he can. In his lust he is done in under a minute. Much to the obvious disappointment of his mistress.

"I...I'm sorry." He says. Laying his head against her pillowy breasts.

"It is ok. We both knew." She assures him while petting his golden hair.

Oliver felt close to tears. 'I really am no man.' He thinks. Then he has an idea. 'If I could pleasure those nasty men with my mouth. Maybe I can do something similar to a woman?'

Oliver starts kissing the barbarian's body as he moves closer and closer to her crotch. There he begins licking and kissing around her soft cunny.

He smiles when he hears Jentif gasp. Then she starts to moan. Running her fingers through his hair.

He can taste his own cum. As he sticks his tongue inside her. He had thought he would taste different, but it was quite similar to those men. 'What does uncle tastes like?' He can't help wondering.

The barbarian woman's body trembles as she orgasms. She pulls his hair painfully as she grinds her crotch into her face. Eagerly he laps up her sweet pussy juice. Happy that he could finally bring her pleasure.

Blissfully he snuggled next to her. Feeling safe for the first time in weeks.

A few days later he marries Jentif in a ceremony before the whole village. They tattoo a ring of symbols around his left wrist. Reminiscent of the ones that cover her body.

Weeks pass. Oliver settles into his new life as the witch's husband. Wife? He doesn't really know. Though he always wore a woman's skirts now.

He longs for home, but the way of these people are so strange. He was a prize from a raid. And even though he was married he doubted they would let him travel past the edge of the village.

It would be like letting a favored lamb wander off.

During the day he cooks and cleans. Occasionally helping his wife with her craft. At night he ineffectively thrusts his worthless penis into her. Then pleasures her with his mouth.

Jentif was delighted that he liked her breasts so much. When they were alone during the day she would often go topless. Letting him stop and play with her big tits whenever he felt like it.

One morning they wake to hear women screaming and men shouting. They could smell smoke. A lot of it.

Quickly Jentif pulls on pants and a simple shirt. Forgoing her furs for time. She grabs her hammer and bursts out the door. Oliver close behind brandishing a dagger. Though he wasn't sure what to do with it.

There were green, scaly lizard men everywhere. Raiding the village. Killing who they must, taking what they can, and burning everything else.

Jentif swings her mighty hammer at a scaly man running by. With a sickening crunch his chest collapses and he falls, dead before he hits the ground.

Oliver sees Hrolthgar, bloodied with a pile of bodies around him. He sees other men valiantly defending their homes. He points to a large lizard on four legs.

The size of an elephant. The beast of burden had two big cages strapped to its sides. Lizard men were stuffing the women they captured inside.

Jentif nods and the couple head that way. She quickly kills two raiders. Her hammer red with blood. Oliver stabs an injured lizard who had fallen. A few of the captive women are able to flee.

Then a whoosh and clunk. Some metal balls on a string thrown at the big woman's head. She crashes to the ground unconscious. Oliver tries in vain to drag his wife away.

Half a dozen green men grab them. The young prince struggles as they are unceremoniously shoved into a cage.

With a bellow the big lizard begins tromping away. The raiders leading their prizes away from the village.

Oliver holds his unconscious wife's head in his lap. Caressing her cheek, while he watches the fading village burn in the distance.

Jentif wakes late in the day. Oliver tells her what happened.

"Perhaps I can overpower the guards." She says.

But the lizard men never open the cages. The women travel for a week packed together. Quickly moving out of the mountains. The big beast never stops. Day or night they travel. The green men napping in a large basket on the beast's back.

Any requests from the prisoners fall on deaf ears. In fact the lizard men don't seem to speak the common tongue. Other than water and little food the women are given nothing.

Finally out of the hills they come to a marshland. The giant beast having little trouble navigating the tricky terrain.

"Look! A city." One of the captive women gasps.

Set in the middle of this swamp was a large city. Walled with white marble twenty feet high.

When they pass through the gates they find most of the buildings are stone. Set on small islands connected by ornate bridges. Oliver is amazed at the gold that seems to inlay nearly every surface.

The prisoners are brought to a slave auction. The cages are opened and the women pulled out.

Jentif tries to fight but a slender lizard with a crocodile head zaps her with a blue shock from his staff. She falls screaming to the ground.

The prisoners are stripped. The guards taking liberties with the barbarian women's bodies. Squeezing big tits. Slapping cute rumps. Groping sensitive muffs.

Jentif and Oliver are no exception. The big woman begrudgingly submits. Not wanting to be zapped again. Still on the ground, green men yank off her pants. Tear off her shirt. They are delighted with her giant breasts .

Oliver can see the pain on her face as they cruelly squeeze and slap her tit flesh. She groans when scaly fingers dig between her thighs and shove their way up her soft cunny. Finger fucking her while another slaps her big round ass.

The croc-lizard happily oversees her abuse. The other women were already being led away. Collars around their necks. Taken to a stand to be sold.

Oliver stands passively as a lone lizard strips him. Watching forlornly as his wife is molested.

Her tits and ass turn red from repeated slaps. Her body quivers as lizard fingers thrust inside her pussy. Her eyes clench as one pulls her hair and slaps her face.

Oliver was sure they would fuck her. Maybe him too. That strange tingle running through him again. One he was recognizing as lust.

But they didn't. They finally collared her and let her stand.

The lizard holding the young prince's now naked body, calls the croc over. Poking the boy on his little sissy nub.

The croc seems to grin and nod. A collar is placed around Oliver's neck.

The couple are the last to reach the platform. All the barbarian women having been sold quickly.

They stand together in front of the crowd.

There seems to be a round of bidding. Then there is a low rumble from the back of the crowd. At first Oliver thinks it was thunder. Then he sees the toad.

It had to be a thousand pounds. The size of s horse. He wore an ornate headdress. Made of gold and silver. And he sat on a large marble platform. Half throne half pool. Similar to the bath back in his own castle. The one where Uncle...

It was aroused. Oliver could tell. Everyone could. It's dick was huge. About the size of Jentif 's arm. Sticking nearly straight up. Two beautiful elf women flanked it. Nearly nude they kissed and licked and caresses the toad's giant manhood.

That same rumbling sound and the toad lifted one of his fat arms waving a gold scepter.

The auctioneer smiled a lizard smile. Obviously pleased. The couple were led from the stage and through the crowd.

Oliver had assumed the marble platform was being carried by something. It wasn't. The whole thing floated of its own accord.

"Powerful magics." Jentif whispers.

The toad's guards, a dozen buff armored lizard men, led the two of them away. Following their new master.

"My name is Thuushk the Great One. Though you will call me master." The big toad's voice was a low rumble.

They were in his throne room. The floating platform had come to rest at the end of a great room. There were artfully places pools dotting the room. Many alive with reeds, plants, and fish.

Jentif and Oliver were kneeling before their master. Even as they watched his giant dick burbled a gallon of pale jizz. Erupting like a small volcano. The two women obediently lapped some of it up, before wiping his dick clean with silk cloths.

His dick never seemed to grow soft.

"I am a Pawada Sorcerer. The Pawada are the ruling class here in mighty Galthone. My attendants are Bufonid. A lesser, distantly related race."

The toad gestures to robed men in the room. Froglike in their appearance. They seem chubby. A pale imitation of the giant Thuushk.

"And my loyal guards made up from the tribes of Kuscar." He gestures at the armored lizard men. Bigger and tougher looking than the ones who raided their village.

"And what are you called my new pets?" Their master gestures to them.

"I am Jentif and this is my husband Oliver." The barbarian woman answers with pride.

"Excellent. You will work hard for me. In return I may keep you together. Though I will certainly have fun with a bonded couple. It is rare that the slavers bring men."

The couple were allowed a tiny room together. They spent the night holding each other.

In the morning they were both dressed in short gauzy gowns. White like so much of the city's marble.

They were given chores. They did their best to complete. Serving in the dining hall and cleaning various rooms.

Days pass. Jentif was unhappy with their station in life. But unwilling to put Oliver in danger.

Neither could be said to truly love the other. Not like in the fairytales Oliver had been told as a boy. But they were definitely fond of each other.

On the sixth day Oliver was called to the throne room. He knelt before his master.

"You will attend me on my travels today, girl." Thuushk motions him forward. "Lose your robe."

Oliver strips his gown off. And steps into the throne pool. One of the beautiful women stepping out. The other continues to caress their master's giant dick.

Oliver sees that while the Pawada rests in the water, the girls actually sit on little padded pedestals. Raised a few inches above the water's surface.

His master motions him closer. "I...I'm not actually..." The young prince starts.

"You are what I want you to be, girl." The toad says grabbing the boy's ass and hugging him close.

Oliver places his hands against his master. Feeling the clammy toad flesh pressed against his body. Thuushk caresses the pretty boy's cheek.

"I will enjoy watching you submit to my needs." A shiver of excitement rushes through Oliver's body. So close to the big toad he feels delicate. Feminine. Vulnerable in his master's arms.

The toad reaches down and pinches Oliver's sissy nub. Not painfully, just inspecting. Similar to his First time with his wife. "Interesting." His master croaks. "I think I like this on you."

Oliver can't help getting hard. Much to his master's delight.

"Omara, present yourself for Oliver here," Thuushk orders the pretty brunette, currently kissing the tip of his giant cock.

"Yes, most gracious of masters." She says. Moving to what must be Oliver's pedestal.

The beautiful woman pulls off her silk panties and slips into the water. Bending over the stand and wiggling her ass. Looking back over her shoulder at Oliver.

"I want to see you take her, girl." The Pawada pushes the young prince toward the prone woman. Lightly slapping his ass.

Worried, Oliver steps into the pool. Kneeling behind Omara. His cocklette still hard he presses into her thrusting a few times. Enjoying the way her thighs feel around his small penis.

"I don't feel anything." The brunette says confused.

"Ho, ho. See you are just a girl." The big toad rumbles.

Oliver is embarrassed, but excited. He runs his fingers up the woman's bare sides. Feeling her shiver with delight.

"Ooh!" Omara wiggles her ass against him. Oliver spreads her legs wide, forcing her face to the stand. He tips her ass up further. After some experimentation with Jentif he had found he could penetrate a woman like this.

"Aah, there it is." Omara sighs as his dicklette enters her, even if just a little.

"T...tell me how pathetic it is." Oliver finds himself saying. Lightly caressing her back as he slowly thrusts. Wanting to put on a good show for his chuckling master. Wanting to please both the giant toad, and the beautiful woman.

"Ooh, you're pathetic. Just a bit of...of sissy nothing." The beautiful woman berates him. Somehow her words make Oliver even more excited.

Soon he drizzles his cummies inside her. Omara gives a whine of disappointment, then a squeal of excitement as she feels his tongue on her excited cunt.

Oliver leans in and gives her pussy a good licking. Swallowing his own cum and driving the woman into an orgasm. He can't help wondering what his master's jizz will taste like.

Afterward, Omara can't stop smiling at the young prince from the other side of the giant cock.

Oliver was given silk panties to wear, and a matching bra. Though he wasn't sure why, as he tried to figure out how to put it on. It's not like he had anything up top.

The women's lingerie made him feel deliciously humiliated. Excitingly naughty. Especially the bra.

He took up position kneeling on his pedestal. Then he began obediently kissing and caressing his master's giant dick. The large stone platform slowly rose into the air. And out into the streets. Trying to mirror Omara. Oliver did his best. Out in public. Where everyone could see him. Practically naked, pleasuring a toad monster's cock. He was instantly aroused. His little nubbin pressing against the silk of his panties.

Omara's hands kept brushing his. And she would smile at him.

It wasn't long before Thuushk's dick spewed cum. Oliver lapped at the slimy goo. It tasted just as bad as any man's jizz. Still he obediently swallowed a large amount before reaching for a silk cloth to clean his master.

Thuushk spent the afternoon shopping and bartering. At least that's what Oliver thought was going on. With no understanding of the language he supposed it could have been just about anything.

"Word has gotten around to the other slaves. They say you can make a girl feel quite nice." Jentif tells him a few days later.

They were laying in bed after having made love. Oliver was sleepily playing with her nipples.

"It's not anything that couldn't do themselves." He sighs blissfully.

"Of course it is."

He looks at her confused.

"The goddess forbids it." Jentif tells him.

"Who?"

"Aphrael. The goddess of the elves. Women are to be chaste and pure. It is sin for another to even look upon your body. Much less for a woman to lay with another." She brushes back his hair. "You don't follow the goddess's teachings?"

"We don't follow inhuman gods where I come from."

Jentif looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs. "We do not either. The mountain tribes turned their backs on the gods long ago."

She squeezes his little nub. "If a slave wants to lay with you, let her. Lowlanders often have odd ideas of marriage. Besides, we could use all the goodwill we can get."

She kisses him deeply. "Since you are technically a man the other slaves can sort of have sex with you, while only slightly breaking their vows. Though with all they are forced to do here I know not why they would keep them. Any joy in this place should be welcomed."

"You are on the throne tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yes, But I am not afraid." She assures him.

He smiles and snuggles her till sleep comes.

Late in the afternoon, Oliver was called to the throne room.

His master, and Jentif had just returned. The room was filled with the master's beautiful slaves. More than two dozen, mostly Elvin women lounged naked at the various pools.

"Come forward, girl." Thuushk ordered the young prince.

Jentif smiles at him from her submissive position next to the toad's giant dick.

"I have decided to give my slave here a gift." their master pulls the barbarian woman close. Squeezing one of her giant breasts as he talks.

Thuushk grins at Oliver. "I have decided to make the pair of you even more interesting. Strip and stand before me." That last was directed at Jentif, who pulls off the tiny bits of silk that barely covered her most precious spots. Then she steps from the platform to stand next to Oliver.

"This will hurt some. For that, I apologize." The toad tells her. Then he raises his golden scepter and chants.

In moments a deep purple ray of light glows from the gold. Reaching out to envelope Jentif, raising her a few feet in the air.

The big woman groans from the pain. Her whole body shuddering as the Pawada's magic changes her.

Jentif's skin begins to turn crimson, red like blood. Her tattoo's clearly visible, as they began to glow a faint emerald green. A pair of black horns grows from her forehead. Curling up and back, perhaps a foot long. She grows a tail, five feet long and leathery with a little heart shaped tip. Little leathery bat wings grow from her shoulders and her feet turn to black hooves, shaped somewhat like high heels. Adding another couple inches to her already tall height.

Finally, Oliver watches with a mixture of fascination and horror, as a dick replaces her sweet pussy. It was big and thick. Ten inches, maybe more. It's big tip an even darker red than the rest of her. The new cock came complete with an impressive pair of hairless balls.

Oliver felt something inside shiver with excitement. He couldn't take his eyes from his wife's new big dick as she was slowly laid to rest on the stone floor. Moaning with exhaustion.

"What are you waiting for slave. Attend to your wife's need." His master orders.

Oliver quickly gets to his knees between Jentif's muscular thighs. Her skin feels so warm as his fingers lightly caress up and down her hard shaft. The young prince leans in and kisses the dark red tip. As he eagerly takes a few inches into his mouth he tells himself that he just wants to make the barbarian woman feel good.