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Planet Mansrulia
By Master Bjorn
Chapter I: Waking Up
The Kingdom of Norlandia was composed of a large swath of harsh, icy land in Planet Mansrulia’s northern arctic region. It was ruled by a mighty, ruthless King named Master Korr, a giant man with a fiery red mane and beard. Master Korr’s frame was massive and muscular, and he stood at 8 feet tall and weighed almost 500 pounds, all of which was rock-hard muscle. Master Korr was barrel-chested, his legs were thick as tree trunks, and each hand was big enough to completely wrap around a thin slave girl’s neck.
Master Korr’s most impressive and awe-inspiring features, of course, were his enormous penis and cantaloupe-sized balls. His snake-like cock would hang limp at a solid 18 inches and, when properly aroused, could stretch to well over two feet long and thicken the size of a small log.
Master Korr lived in an ice castle and, as was the case with all men on Planet Mansrulia, was waited on hand and foot by his large harem of slave-girls. He had an enormous amount of breed-stock and was easily the most powerful King in the Scandinavian Alliance.
Master Korr rolled his huge masculine frame around in bed at the first ray of sunlight through his castle window. As he sat up and opened his light-blue eyes, he saw the outline of six petite blonde pleasure-slaves at the foot of his bed, laying motionless on the cold stone floor, heads down, ass up, hands out, as all slave-girls are taught to do after a night of sexual abuse. This was called the “worship position” and is one of the first things slave-girls learn in school.
“Ah yes,” Master Korr recalled to himself, “those were some nice little fresh fuck holes I enjoyed last night!”
His mind briefly wandered to the previous night of intense ass raping and smiled. He had hand picked six of his favorite blonde 15 year-old pleasure-slaves based purely on the quality of their assholes and brought them into his bed chamber for his nightly bedtime rape. They were all traded as babies, of course: three from the Kingdom of Svedenia, two from the Kingdom of Russiana, and one was from the Kingdom of Germania, the three Kingdoms chiefly responsible for providing the world with blonde genes in slaves.
He laughed as he remembered how he made them strip down to everything except their collars and lined the calves up in a pyramid formation on a table, with their small, round, tight teen asses poking out. He put the three Svedenia cunts on the bottom, the two Russiana whores in the middle, and the little petite Germanian bitch on the top and proceeded to rape their tiny, young, smooth, freshly-washed assholes from top to bottom of the pyramid with his anaconda penis.
He laughed again as he remembered the look of pain on all the teen calves’ faces as he violently violated their assholes and laughed evilly as he watched the tears stream down the each girl’s soft, pale face through his mirror.
Being a King of such supreme stamina, he came in each slave’s asshole, unleashing a torrent of cum into their awaiting rectums. Then, kicking the pussy pyramid down to the ground with a mighty, manly kick, he roared “You bitches better not spill any! Because that’s all the food you get this week you dumb cunts!”
The blonde pleasure slaves of course knew this, and they were extremely grateful for the extra nutrition that their Master’s holy semen would provide them. They replied in unison “Yes Master. Thank you Master,” and proceeded to bow down in the worship position, the same position Master Korr found them when he woke up.
Rolling out of bed Master Korr clapped twice and barked “Wake up cunts! Get the fuck out of here and back to your pens before I beat you senseless!”
The whores replied in unison, “Yes Master,” and walked out of his bed chamber on all fours like the bitches they were, careful to keep their asses up in the air so as not to spill any of the milky white seed that had been incubating in their tiny ass-cavities for many hours.
Master Korr was hungry and wanted a large breakfast, but first he had to take a piss. As he walked to his king-sized bathroom, he wondered aloud “I wonder what nasty little fuck-dolls will be my toilets today?”
During the placement ceremony, when the 14-year old virgin slave girls are sorted into sororities, there is a special place reserved for the girls who had some undesirable physical feature: toilet-slaves. The teen slave could have a big ugly nose or maybe her cheekbones were too low. She could have a flat ass or an unsightly complexion. She could have acne or even big feet. Although Masters tried their best not breed inferior stock, mutations invariably occurred and females were sometimes born with these terrible genetic traits.
Because of their disgusting deformities, they would not be allowed to serve their Master sexually and instead must be put to use either in the fields or as a toilet. These toilet slaves were generally used on rotation, subsisting only on their Master’s piss and shit until the emaciated whores died. They were usually 14-year old newly minted slaves, but sometimes a Master would yank one of his milk-cows or breeder-cows out of rotation and use them as well.
Master Korr walked into his giant bathroom and looked immediately to the left at the urinal. It was a petite little slave with long, dark brown hair and a skinny, small frame. Her thin arms were tied behind her back and she was on her knees. Her chest was fairly flat, with soft pink nipples that would probably be developing very soon (if only she would live that long). She was very pretty and looked extra fragile. The toilet-slave was completely nude with a collar around her neck displaying her vital statistics.
Master Korr grabbed the cunt by the collar and looked at the tag. The collar read:
NAME: ANZ-199-385
WEIGHT: 82 lbs
HEIGHT: 4’8
ETHNICITY: Francia
CLASS: Toilet-slave
DEFORMITY: Crooked Tooth
He then put one of his enormous sausage-like fingers between her soft, thin lips and started feeling around her teeth, like a Man checks a horse’s teeth. Sure enough, Master Korr felt a slight crookedness to the slut’s right canine, which of course made him angry.
“You dumb, disrespectful little cunt! How dare you grow your tooth crooked and look ugly to your Master! SLAP SLAP!” The tiny girl reeled under his mighty smack and started sobbing uncontrollably, not from the physical pain but from the shame of not growing her tooth straight. She knew she had been bad and deserved her fate.
“I’m so sorry my Lord!” she cried. “I tried and tried to grow it straight, but I guess I’m too dumb!”
Master Korr replied “You’re dumb AND disobedient you worthless fuckbag. No way in hell am I going to pollute my gene pool with an ugly hag like you. Now open up and take your meal!” Master Korr positioned his gigantic dong over the cunt’s wide-open mouth and started pissing a long, hot stream of urine down her throat. She drank it down thirstily, as she had not had any liquid in over 24 hours. Master Korr purposefully missed her mouth a few times, pissing into her eyes and nose and all over her forehead, eventually running down her tiny tits. The whore tried to drink it down the best she could.
Master then turned to the right and walked towards a steel cage containing roughly a dozen skinny, emaciated toilet slaves of different ethnicities. Most were on the brink of starvation and would not last much longer. Master Korr walked up on specially built steps that lead him to the top of the cage. On the top there was a silver toilet seat, positioned like a throne.
Korr sat atop his immaculate toilet and unleashed a huge, monster dump. It fell downwards and into the cage, covering a skinny slave of Japanian ethnicity. The other tiny teen girls hurriedly ran to her and licked the shit from her body, trying to ingest as much as possible before it was all gone. This was their only meal of the day, and they knew they were so very lucky to get it.
Master Korr took his time, squeezing out blast after blast, while thumbing through a stack of slave catalogs. Because Masters on Planet Mansrulia bought slaves as babies and trained them themselves, the only way to predict the physical quality of the slaves was to examine the quality of the breeder-slave mother and the reputation of the Sire. Therefore, catalogs were a great way to quickly browse other Masters’ breed-stock without having to physically travel to other villages, towns, or Kingdoms. Catalogs tended to advertise full-page pictures of the breeder-slaves, accompanied by vital characteristics and attributes.
Some of the catalogs were regional in nature, advertising beautiful red-headed maidens from all different corners of the Norlandia peninsula. Others were international, offering babies from breeder-cows of numerous ethnicities. Master Korr enjoyed perusing the various catalogs as he sat on his silver toilet-throne, dropping giant loads of poop onto the grateful but insubordinate toilet-slaves. It was a great way to start the day.
After he had finished, Korr climbed down the steps and walked back over to the skinny Francian toilet slave who was still dripping with piss. Without saying a word, he turned around and positioned his strong, firm ass in front of her tiny, empty head. The slave knew what to do and immediately began to work, busily licking Master Korr’s asshole clean like a good girl.
When Master was satisfied, he turned around, grabbed the dirty slut by her pretty but piss soaked hair, and dragged her across the room. He then opened the cage door of the silver toilet he was just on, put her down in front of him, standing and facing away, and violently kicked the deformed fuckbag into the cage to join her sisters. As he walked out of the giant bathroom, two young, ripening, 16-year old cleaning maids with long red hair came dutifully in behind him. They wore green silky maid outfits and carried the next toilet slave replacement behind them.
Now it was time for breakfast.
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