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Planet Mansrulia
Chapter 4: Wine and Cheese
Now that Korr’s thirst was quenched, it was time to eat.
Korr clapped his hands twice and shouted, “Food! Now, you dumb fuckholes!”
Immediately, a large ensemble of stunning young Norlandic banquet slaves entered the Great Hall through a door to Master Korr’s left, wearing matching light-blue aprons, cut just low enough to expose their teen tities and just high enough to show off their perfectly round, smooth asses and tiny, hairless slits. They came in carrying an array of different dishes on silver platters. A variety of new cows were being led in as well, udders swaying back and forth.
The first banquet slave stepped forward. She was a perfectly formed 16-year old calf, with long, wavy, dark red hair flowing in ringlets down over her shoulders and around her ripening, young breasts. Her breasts were perfect orbs, just filling in to a c-cup, and they jiggled above her apron with every step she took towards her Lord. She was about 4’8” (an average height for a slave girl on Planet Mansrulia) and her body was very tight and thin, although her ass was well-rounded. She carried a large silver plate in front of her.
The petite banquet slave bent down on her knees before her Lord, holding the silver plate above her head. It contained on huge slab of meat, barely cooked and very bloody. The slave’s arms were so skinny and weak it took all her effort to keep the plate above her head even though it only weighed about 10 pounds.
Her icy blue eyes looked up at her Master as she spoke: “For you Master.” The young calf then cocked her head, dislocated her jaw, and started sucking Korr’s holy tool like the cocksucking whore she was while still holding the tray of meat above her gorgeous, empty red head. She knew if she dropped the tray, or failed to bring her Lord to sexual completion, she would be culled.
Master Korr looked hungrily at the two pieces of meat in front of him: one, a giant piece of bloody steak and two, a tiny little petite fuck slave. He took the piece of steak in his giant, strong hands and brought it up to his mouth, ripping bite after bite out of the slab of meat. The steak must have been close to 8 pounds, and Korr ate it hungrily, feeling the bloody meat increase his power and savagery.
Then, when the steak was finished, he turned his eyes down to his massive penis, which was at full erection from the pleasure slave’s excellent cocksucking skills. Her tiny head was bobbing up and down slowly and deliberately, and Korr was ready to feed her.
“Plate down, cunt!” he shouted. The slave calf pulled her thin mouth off her Master’s fully-erect penis and, still holding the silver plate above her head, lowered it to just under her chin. Korr took his log-like cock in his hand and stroked it. As his balls tightened, his giant cock unleashed load after load of thick, white, creamy cum all over the young teen’s forehead. It was like a waterhose, completely covering the dumb calf’s forehead and dripping down into her eyes and over her nose, cheeks, and mouth. After about 20 seconds of continuous cumspray, the whore’s face was completely drenched in milky white sperm sauce, and a large quantity of it had dripped off her face and pooled on the silver platter, mixing with the bloody steak juices.
“Oh Master, thank you, thank you!” she cried, as cum bubbles frothed around her mouth and nose, her cum-drenched face glistening in the light. “I am not worthy of this feast!”
“No, you certainly aren’t, cunt! But you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today…Now get the fuck out of my sight you worthless cum rag!!!” As the young 16-year old teen turned to go, Korr kicked her tight, firm ass down the stairs. Korr laughed heartily as he watched the young beauty crash down the steps, using all her balance and energy not to spill the silver tray full of valuable, nutritious cum.
“Next!” Korr bellowed. Another beautiful pleasure slave walked up to Master Korr in the same manner as the first. She carried a large silver tray of hard-boiled eagle eggs. As Master feasted on the protein-rich eggs, the slave began sucking Korr’s giant cock, in the same manner as the first. After finishing the feast and feeling his strength increase, Korr once again ordered the cunt to lower the tray to her chin and proceeded to unleash a torrent of cum onto her innocent, young teen face, drenching her. He dismissed this whore in the same way.
Master Korr was hungry for cheese now. Master Korr’s collection of cheese-making cows was vast, and he had cows that could make any type of cheese in the world. The best Kingdoms for producing cheese-cows, however, were the Kingdoms of Francia, Italia, Grecia, Germania, and Egyptia, and Korr had many excellent specimens from these Kingdoms in his harem.
“Line up the cheese-cows! Master is still hungry!”
Nine exquisitely beautiful 20-25 year old cow slaves were led up to the foot of the stairs at Korr’s throne by their red-headed teen milkmaids. They wore uniforms that were similar to their milk-cow sisters (collars with cowbells, earrings, tight corsets, high heels) except their corsets were black and white splotched. Also, the cheese-cows all had their nipples pierced with a thin, silver rod so that they could hang small bunches of delicious, sweet grapes from their udders for Master to enjoy.
Each cow held a silver tray just under her udders, propping up her juicy, ripe milkers and making it look like her delicious, soft boobies were the main course. Each tray had a sizable portion of the cow’s personal cheese, as well as the grapes that were pierced to the cow-slave’s udders.
As was tradition, the cow with the best tasting cheese would be rewarded with a vicious, brutal ass-raping (and therefore would get nutritious cum), while the other ones would simply be beaten and left with only lettuce for the day.
Master Korr looked at the line of confused, retarded cheese-making cows in front of him and smiled. They were all incredibly beautiful and feminine, and they were all his property.
“Italian cows first! Come cows!” Korr clapped his mighty hands twice and waited. The three Italian cows that were lined up did not know they were Italian, of course. Their brains were way past even basic comprehension skills, but their milkmaids still understood. The three exquisite Italian cows were led up to Korr’s throne by their six milkmaids and, smiling dumbly, let out a soft but resounding “moooooo” in unison.
These cows, being from the same litter, looked very much alike, but made three different types of cheeses. They all had long, beautiful, dark brown hair, almost black, that curled in ringlets down past their shoulders and down their backs. They were all of Mediterranean descent, and had darker, tanner skin than their other European sisters. They were skinny, of course, but had more curves in the hips than some other breeds of slaves. And their breasts were soft, beautiful, round and enormous with large, dark nipples and, as mentioned previously, pierced with grape bunches.
Korr put his giant arm around the first cow’s tiny, thin waist and pulled her violently toward him. She opened her mouth in surprise and, as her body came to a halt right in front of him, her milk-makers jiggled on the silver tray. Her collar read “MOZZARELLA.”
Korr grabbed the big block of white mozzarella cheese from the tray and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing hungrily. It was absolutely delicious, and Korr could tell he had a quality cheese-producer here. Finishing the block of cheese, Korr grabbed the slave cow and encircled her tiny waist with his giant hands and pulled the cunt up to him so that the grape bunches attached to her nipples were right in front of his mouth. He engulfed the dark red grapes hungrily, and pulled the vine stems hard with his mouth, ensuring he got all the grapes off (and causing the milk cow considerable pain).
The next two Italian milk cows were labeled “GORGONZOLA” and “RICOTTA” and, in a similar fashion, Master Korr ate their cheese and sucked their grape-covered tits. They were absolutely delicious, and Korr moved on to the next cows.
Two dazzling Francian cheese cows were led up to Korr’s throne next. They both had long, light-brown hair, fair skin, high cheekbones and dark blue eyes. They were both very thin except, of course, in the chest area. Their milk-makers were soft and beautiful, with large, pale-pink nipples sitting in the middle of their large, pale, milky-white funbags. Their collars read “BRIE” and “CAMEMBERT” and as Korr ate their delicious tit cheeses, he made a mental note to keep the brie-making cow around the next time he was entertaining high-profile Master guests; her sweet, creamy brie was absolutely outstanding.
The next cow to be led up to Korr’s throne was a stunning Grecian beauty, with long, curly black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. As with the Grecian breed of slaves, this cow had a somewhat larger nose than many other slave girls, but not big enough to be considered offensive or unattractive to most Masters. Her tummy was thin, but she was overall more curvy than the other cows, with a small but more rounded ass and hips. Her collar said “FETA.”
As with the other cows, Korr ravished the full plate of delicious feta cheese that was before him, finishing it off with the delicious ripe grapes from the Grecian slave’s delicious ripe tities. When he had finished, he turned the petite yet curvy cow around and spread her round, olive-toned asscheeks apart, exposing her sewn-up pussy hole and her cowtail. Korr pulled out the tail and stuck his own thumb into her tiny asspipe, probing its tightness. Grecian slave girls are known throughout the world as having very high quality assholes, so Korr simply wanted to test it out and make sure his prized Grecian heifer was not losing her tightness. As Korr probed her pooper, the cow mooed again and again, filling up the banquet hall with moos, as her giant round funbags jiggled on her petite yet curvy frame. Korr pulled out his thumb, stuck it in her mouth, and laughed.
“Clean off your filth, cunt!” Korr roared.
“Mooooooooooo…” she replied, and she took his giant thumb in between her full Grecian lips and into her mouth, sucking her own assjuices off of it like a good cow.
“Next!” Two immaculate, stunning Germanian cows came up to Korr’s throne next. They both had very long, straight blonde hair and big blue eyes. Their skin was pale, and they had high cheekbones and rosy red cheeks. They were thin overall with the exception of their almost comically enormous breasts. Their collars read “LIMBURGER” and “MUNSTER” and they both tasted delicious.
Korr put the blonde fuck cows next to each other, side by side, so that their enormous udders were pushing up against each other. He then slapped the left udder of the “LIMBURGER” cow and watched in amusement as the force of his slap rippled through her tit into the next, and then carried over to the “MUNSTER” cow. He then did the same with the “MUNSTER” cow, slapping her tits and watching the wave of jiggling pass through the dumb heifers’ chests.
“HAHAHAHA, dumb little cunts!” Korr then spun the whores around and kicked their round, white asses down the stairs.
“Next!” This was the final cow of the bunch, a sublime Egyptian slave, with sun-kissed dark skin, almond-shaped hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and long, straight, jet-black hair. She was extremely thin except, of course, for her chest region which was blossoming with juicy richness. Her milkers were enormous, round, and almond-brown colored with dark, chocolate nipples three inches in diameter. Her collar read: “HALLOUMI”.
Korr looked at his beautiful Egyptian fuckhole, with her massive mammaries lying on the tray, pierced with grapes, and the mouthwatering block of halloumi cheese resting between her tits. After taking one bite of the delicious, salty cheese, Korr knew she was the winner; she was the one getting assraped today.
After Korr finished the cheese, but before starting on the grapes, he loudly shouted: “This one is the winner! The rest of you cunts should march back to your pens in shame for making inferior cheese! No cum for you today! Only lettuce!” Of course, all of the cheeses were exquisite and delicious, but there was no reason to let his slaves know this and feel good about themselves. Slaves that lived in fear and shame were much more fun to use and abuse than those that felt good about themselves. As the milkmaids led their cows back to their pens, Korr knew that the milkmaids would be just as disappointed: the cum in their cow’s ass would be food for them too, but now they only got lettuce as well.
“Now to take care of you, you little piece of fuckmeat…”
Master Korr smiled evilly and wrapped his giant hands around the young Egyptian cow’s paper-thin waste and pulled her light body up to his lap with no effort at all. Her juicy, grape-pierced funbags jiggled in Korr’s face, turning him on immensely and getting his anaconda penis rock hard. Korr put one giant hand under each of the pretty cow’s dark-toned asscheeks and spread them apart, lowering her ass to just 6 inches above his rock-hard cock.
The cow’s milkmaids knew exactly what to do, and they immediately went to work, one licking Korr’s giant tool and the other removing the tail and eating out the cow’s asshole, lubing it up so that the friction of Korr’s gargantuan penis would not kill the cow slave (thus losing a high-quality cheese cow).
When Korr felt sufficiently lubed, he kicked the 14-year old milkmaids down the stairs and lowered the tiny, petite, Egyptian whore onto his tool. Since her breeding hole was sewn shut, the only place it could go was her ass, and Korr slowly lowered her onto him, sliding deep into her rectum.
The cow’s beautiful, tender face went from a dumb, dreamy, drooling demeanor to a look of shock and terror as Korr’s monster dong started to rip deeply into her rectum and fill her pooper. With each giant hand squeezing and completely covering each of her dark-toned asscheeks, Korr bounced the piece of meat up and down on his enormous pole with no mercy.
As she bounced up and down, her beautiful, milk-filled teets jiggled comically in Korr’s face, turning him on even more. He started ravishing the grape bunches attached to her nipples and, after he finished all the grapes, he ripped out the stems and started violently sucking the sweet, creamy milk out of her ripe tities. The more he ate and drank, the harder he fucked her.
Then he stood up at full height, all 8 feet of him, and bounced the little fuck slave on his cock like a rag doll, nearing climax. The cow was pretty much unconscious at this point from the pain. Finally, with one hand around the cow’s neck and the other under her tight little ass, Korr’s giant testicles tightened up and delivered a monster load of milky-white semen into the Egyptian slave cow’s tiny but stretched out asshole, filling her up with what seemed like a gallon of cum.
When he had finished, his cock was still rock hard and impaling the young cow’s ass as he stood fully erect and looked around his banquet hall. He let go of her neck and ass, but she was still impaled on his giant cock like a shishkabob. Feeling himself filling with power as the food he just ate today was nourishing his giant muscles, Korr flexed his 500 pound, rock-hard muscular frame and roared:
“I AM THE MIGHTIEST MASTER OF THEM ALL! WORSHIP ME YOU STUPID CUNTS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
As Korr’s voice echoed around the room, the hundreds of slaves in the banquet hall dropped to their knees, heads on the floor, and trembled. As Korr watched his slaves quiver in fear, he laughed to himself.
“Now, on to the next order of business…”
To be continued…
When it came to menial, household slave positions, most Men on Planet Mansrulia utilized slave girls of their Kingdom’s nationality. This was because local slave babies were so plentiful and cheap. Also, the bulk of baby trading occurred in regional circles. Masters’ could of course trade internationally as well, but only the most powerful Kings did this on large scales with regularity. Also, because Masters’ would breed with almost all slave girls, regardless of ethnicity and slave status, Masters’ liked to have breed-stock of their own ethnicity constantly at hand, so they could continuously evaluate the slaves’ development and assess how valuable the calves’ babies would become. Having local slave girls around assured a Master that an exceptionally beautiful slave girl who might have been overlooked at the ______ ceremony would not slip through the cracks when it was time to sire his pure-bred line. Masters’ could sire many thousands of babies a year, but the pure-bred lines were most valuable for trading.
More Background:
On Planet Mansrulia, only Master Kings could sire Male heirs. Other Masters could of course sire female calves, to be traded for more breed stock, but only the Kingdom’s royal Master King had the ability to produce a valuable Male. As mentioned earlier, this occurred once a year when the Master King would breed with his chosen virgin-breeder, a 19-year old virgin who must have the proper hip shape to bear a giant Male fetus through all three trimesters.
Because of this arrangement, all Men on Planet Mansrulia were either Brothers, Sons, Uncles, Nephews, Fathers, or Grandfathers to each other. “Inbreeding,” a concept known on Planet Earth, was not a concern on Planet Mansrulia. While Masters did not breed with their own daughters, they certainly did with any other lowly female on the planet, whether they be from a Brother’s batch or not. Because Men were so scarce, this was simply a necessity for a sustainable population.
While a female slave’s average life expectancy was 25, a Man’s was 1,000 years old. Men did not age in the same manner as Men on Planet Earth, however. Although a Man started producing sperm and could start breeding slaves at the young age of 10, he did not reach full sexual maturity and fecundity until the age of 100. Then still, it wasn’t until the 500th year that a Man reached his maximum sexual potential, and could become a Master King.
Every century, in every Kingdom, a contest was held to determine which Master was the strongest, smartest, largest, and most evil in the Kingdom. The winner of the contest became King for one-hundred years, lived in the royal castle, and had exclusive rights to sire Male heirs. This competition was open only to Males aged 500 or more, and a King could certainly hold the post of King multiple times (up to a maximum of 5 times exactly – if one was to become King on his 500th birthday).
Because each Kingdom could produce only one Male heir every year, and Men lived to the ripe old age of 1,000, there were always exactly 1,000 Men in each Kingdom. Subsequently, because there were 27 Kingdoms on Planet Mansrulia, there were always 27,000 Men on Planet Mansrulia at any given time.
As to how many females lived on Planet Mansrulia, there was no way to truly know. It would be like counting the grains of sand on all the world’s beaches; why bother counting something so numerous and insignificant as a woman? Sure, Men kept records and account books of some of their more valuable assets, like pleasure slaves, but to take a census of how many total females a Man owned, let alone a Kingdom, let alone the planet, was attempting the impossible.
If one was to wager a guess, however, lowly females on Planet Mansrulia would probably number close to one billion.
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