Subject of the King
For this story, here's something that's a little different; it's told with the assumption that you're the submissive as you are enslaved and forced to serve a koopa king. In other words, experimental second person porn. Involves mind control, footplay, and oral. If you're a dominant, this is probably not the story for you.
(Note: This story assumes you're around six feet tall, humanoid, average build and weight, and male)
You're not sure how you got to this palace, you still feel out of it. As you shake it out to try to clear the fog away, you find yourself being pulled along by a pair of rather large...turtles? It's a bit hard to tell, but you can definitely feel their strong arms holding you up and pulling your mostly limp form along, on up a large flight of stairs, and through a set of massive doors. Your steadily improving senses take in what lies beyond; tall columns, stained glass windows, and at the far end, an imposing throne. A throne where a very large creature sits, seemingly restlessly as he watches.
As you're pulled along closer, the turtle guards -- and they have to be guards of some kind, with their helmets and the battle hammers strapped at their sides -- let you go to flop to the floor, the area covered in a huge, ornate rug. With a groan, you manage to sit up, mostly recovered and awake now, as the pair bow before the other testudine-like creature on the throne, their size dwarfed by that of the much larger seated one. Said seated turtle grins wickedly, pointed teeth showing as he does so -- even in your slightly dazed state, you know it's not a good smile. You try to get up and run, but the guards quickly put a stop to that, grabbing you roughly and forcing you back to your knees. As you look frantically up, you see the large turtle creature give a nod to someone else that you can't quite make out. After carrying on a little while longer, your struggles cease against the guards as they hold you fast. Hearing an approaching set of footsteps, you try to turn your head, but you can't see what's there...suddenly, you feel something pull against your throat, something smooth, maybe an inch wide...the subtle smell of leather present. Your mind races to think of why this is being put on, or what it is, though once you feel the other side being buckled shut, you realize you've been collared, instinctively trying to reach and touch it -- but your arms are still in the tight hold of the guards.
You try to squirm and get away, occasionally looking up at the crowned beast on the throne, but your struggles are useless. You catch the sight of another nod from him, and something presses at the collar on you from the side of your neck. Almost immediately, there's a strange, yet pleasant, warm sensation that radiates from your neck, up and down your back, then surrounding your head. Somehow, the sensation begins to overtake the fear and panic in you, making you feel less and less like struggling against your captors. You sigh a little as the feeling continues to intensify, feeling pleasant, warm, and nice, eventually going semi-limp as they hold you down. Your need to fight, to rebel, and to escape all begin to drain away as you start feeling oddly calm and docile.
Looking up at the king, a thought occurs to you that he is your lord and master, something that seems right, but then...not quite. Your eyes lid for a moment, your own thoughts getting harder and harder to form. Opening them again, there's a haze around everything, things seeming dream-like as you look about, your gaze always returning to that big turtle on his throne, thoughts of how big and powerful he is streaming through your mind, followed by thoughts of obedience. Your knees begin to feel right, folded under you, kneeling before him. The guards ease their hold on you, letting you come to all fours, prostrated before your..king. Yes, your ruler, your master. You feel honored to be in his presence, awaiting his command as a feeling of submissiveness wells up within you.
The koopa king mms, taking in the sight of your submission, admiring your glazed over eyes and kneeling form, another conquest. You bow your head, patiently awaiting his wishes, unable to stop yourself from murmuring "Yes Master Koopa, I obey"; a little pleasant sensation ripples through you as you mechanically utter the last syllables. The koopa king mms to himself, then points down to his feet, ordering you to crawl forward, up the short stairs, and right before him, the great koopa towering above you now. "Kiss," he commands, his right foot's toes squirming. Immediately, you find your lips pressed to his foot, kissing wetly, desperately trying to prove your subservience.
The koopa king's toes wiggle, curling into your mouth as he commands you to suck. Your mouth quickly takes one of the fat, scaly digits in as your tongue slurps along it, savoring the thick toe -- right after uttering "Yes Master Koopa, I obey" once more. It feels so good to serve and please now. One after the other, you nurse them, listening to the low, contented rumblings of your king. The koopa pulls them away from you, the last toe pulling away with a wet pop, replacing it with his sole, pressed to your face, covering your nose so you take in his footscent and lick at the flat, wide, round sole. The rough, thick scales are rubbed against your face, smearing your drool about your own face as you hear the koopa grawrl, something telling you he is pleased. You feel dizzy with pleasure as you feel your master's desires filled. It feels so good to obey.
All too soon, that thick sole is pulled away from your face, and the koopa reaches down to pull your head into his lap, your face soon meeting his already sprouted shaft, stinking of male musk, coated in a layer of slimy fluid. The scent alone makes you moan, and the king's command to kiss his royal shaft makes your head swim, all too eager to obey and please. Your lips press to the fat shaft, rubbing off some of that slime that you can't help but pause to lick off, savoring the taste. Soon the koopa king takes you by the head, powerful hands guiding you upon his shaft to nurse on his length. Some of the sticky, slick substance coating the thing dribbles off, but you're far too busy now pleasuring this great king. Your king. Your master.
You quickly set to work, nursing on his shaft with abandon, tongue pressed tightly against it as a hunger for what's contained inside grows, overpowering in your mind. Your hands grip at the koopa's thighs as you suck, slurping along the flesh to please him. Over and over, your mouth strokes him, drooling on the shaft as you nurse greedily, the koopa grunting as you do so. A scaly hand finds its way to the back of your head, resting on it as you furiously work, your own shaft intensely erect as the collar's magic continues to erase the last bits of free will you have. Your thoughts are filled with nothing but obedience and servility now.
The koopa's fingers curl, and you hear a steady grumble build in his big frame as you continue to lewdly pleasure him, unable and completely unwilling to stop without the command of your master. You pant heavily through your nose, sucking in musky air, only further heightening your intense arousal to unbearable levels. Desperately you suck, even as the koopa lord begins to snarl, commanding you to work harder, his shell grinding against the throne behind him...right before he finally releases, spurting out a warm ooze of his royal seed, simultaneously pressing that hand on the back of your head down onto his shaft to force you to accept the flow. "Gooood subject," he murmurs after a few moments, enjoying his release, letting go of your head afterward. "Mm, that was a good start." A gentle petting follows upon your bowed head as you gently kiss the still hard shaft. "Now, we'll move to my bedroom for more." You moan softly, the thought of this great beast king having his way with you making you quiver for a moment.
"Yes, Master Koopa," you intone, happily now.