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She looked stunning. Her face, it was gorgeous. Her golden blond hair, so beautiful. Deep blue eyes sparkled off the overhead lights. Ruby red lips brought warmth to the chilly underground room. She looked to be the most gorgeous young lady I had ever set my eyes upon; like a Goddess! The simple act of her walking into the room made an otherwise dull and dreary place light up with her presence.
The rest of the men thought so too. We all looked, all five of us, turning our heads almost in unison when she entered. The long slender legs, the high rising heals. Her walk put a trance on us. So graceful! So rich! The pure white mink draped about her body made her look like an angel. I almost expected wings to be hidden beneath.
"Here I keep my most prized selections," Queen Lucy introduced all of us at once.
I hardly noticed the Queen as she directed the Goddess into the room. Quite a beauty in her own right, but no match for the gorgeous guest walking along side. Lucy expressed a more mature, older look. While she had to resort to makeup, her guest expressed it naturally.
We knew Queen Lucy well. She was our Queen! She took care of us. She gave us a home, provided our meals, kept us well exercised. She took care of all our needs - provided we took care of hers. We long ago became accustomed to her presence, so we hardly noticed her in contrast to the younger lady walking beside.
In response, the Goddess said nothing; only looked. She stood on the descending stone steps and looked down upon all five of us. She glanced one way and then back down the other. She behaved as if she wanted to take a close look at each of us.
"Princess Sandra," Lucy finally let us know the name of the Goddess. "Please step down. They can't hurt you."
We remained obediently standing and allowed the Princess Sandra to look - not that we had a choice! Our hands were pulled immobile over our heads. Our legs were kept splayed by a pair of bolts anchored to the floor. She could look, and the beautiful princess could look all she wanted. None of us possessed the ability to turn away from her gaze. Even without the restraints, I'm not sure if any of us would have. Her beauty possessed an unseen force. We lacked the inner fortitude to turn from her gaze.
"Please Sandra," Lucy invited a second time. "Take a look. Come on down and take a closer look at each of them."
To our delight, this time the Goddess named Sandra decided to indeed take a look. She stepped down, however slowly, using caution as if afraid her heals might slip on the wet stone that lay at her feet.
We looked in turn. Her face, it was perfection. Her tanned skin, it looked radiant. She wore little in the way of jewelry, only a single green pendant around her neck. Her rich white mink looked so much in contrast to the dull gray stone all around us.
It had been a long time since my eyes glanced upon such a gorgeous creature. It had been a long time for all of us, all five of us. It was six months since our capture. Many weeks passed before our eyes gazed upon any female other than the Queen.
It had apparently been a long time for the Princess too, as we could tell. We could see it in her eyes. It showed in the way she looked at us. First one and then the next, to each of us she gave a long, hard stare upon our finely sculptured bodies, our broad shoulders, our muscular arms and legs. The hard days of forced labor over the last six months had created living monuments. The hot, burning sun had produced deep tans. The sledgehammers of the quarry had inflated our muscles to near the point of bursting. We worked hard, and the hard work showed. Princess Sandra seemed delighted to witness the result.
It took her a long, long while to reach the last step and stand among us. Up close, she looked young - younger than I first guessed. She couldn't have been more than 20 years of age. She might have even been in her teens. She was also short. The top of her head only rose to the middle of our chests. She looked like a little girl compared to us - even in her high heals.
From the far end of the line, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Sandra stepped up and stood before the first of us. Straining her neck, she admired his handsome face. Pointing her eyes forward, she gazed upon his firm chest. And then she continued down. She allowed her eyes to lower. She looked at the remainder of his muscular form. She looked all the way down, pausing in the middle, and then continued all the way to his shackled ankles. She took her time to admire the first of us, and then stepped over to admire the second.
As she looked, she could tell! We all knew she could tell! It had been a long time for any of us. Exactly how long, she probably didn't know, but she could easily see that it had been a while. Several days at least. More accurately, two weeks. The young Princess named Sandra could see that it had been a long time for all of us by the size of the swollen nuts that lay exposed before her.
None of us wore clothing. None of the males in the room wore anything at all. All five of us stood naked and bound before her. Worse of all, we stood facing her, our restraints preventing us from turning away or covering our modesty. We were forced to face her head-on while she remained free to look for as long as she wanted.
Princess Sandra failed to show even the slightest hint of embarrassment as she looked. She did not turn away. She did not show shame. It was as though she was accustomed to it, of walking into a room of bound and naked men. If anything, she showed interest. The Princess looked upon us as if she wanted to look. Perhaps she owned a harem of her own? Maybe she was accustomed to seeing naked men in her dungeon too? Whatever the reason, she seemed most interested in just one part of our being. I noticed it in the way she looked at the first man. And then she repeated it again when she looked at the second and the third.
Yes, she looked up into each of their eyes. She also admired their biceps, their chest, perhaps the strength of their muscles and maybe even the golden brown of their tans. Sandra looked over each of the men carefully, but she looked mostly down upon them, down upon the one object she was interested in the most. She stayed concentrated on each of their pricks for an obscenely long time - not just looking, but staring! I wondered what kind of erotic image flowed through her mind. Was she trying to picture how big each of them would get? Was she fantasizing about what she wanted to do with us? Or even worse, perhaps she imagined each of us back in her own dungeon, free for her to carry out every fantasy she ever desired.
We all stood in awe at her. Queen Lucy had showed us to other female dignitaries before. Usually they acted shocked. They were always surprised at our number and form. Few women owned harems of 5 males, much less 5 strong men of such stature. All previous women expressed awe, but none expressed the total lack of hesitance like this one. Clearly, Princess Sandra was experienced! She appeared to know what she wanted despite her young age. And she was not embarrassed about showing it.
Princess Sandra continued on down the line. She checked out each naked body and then closely examined the exposed prick of each man in turn. Closer and closer she came, closer to my own restrained form. I stood last in line, like dessert after a delicious meal.
To my neighbor she spoke her first words. She spoke it in the form of a moan and then a low-toned "yes!" as her eyes traveled down. Something about his body pleased her. Something about his prick pleased her even more. Was it his size? Could it be some erotic fantasy that played out in her mind? I could not know, but couldn't help but wonder what she might do with us. This was an obviously experienced young woman. She liked naked men, and she knew what she wanted from them. She was clearly a mistress who knew how to play men to get exactly what she wanted.
Finally, she turned to me, the last person standing in line. Queen Lucy positioned me last for good reason, and the Princess immediately discovered the reason why.
"Nice prick!" She first mentioned it. "He's the best!"
The sound of her voice surprised me. It was a soft, sexy voice. She spoke it almost in a whisper. What it said surprised me even more, for I stood in awe that someone so young could be so abrupt, so sure of herself. She liked my dick, and she didn't express any hesitance to say so.
"You have a good eye," Queen Lucy immediately picked up on her words. "John's the biggest, you know, the biggest of the bunch."
"I can tell!" Princess Sandra expressed interest. "He looks impressive!"
I held my breath. I couldn't believe it! She checked out my prick, and she checked it for what seemed to be a very long time. Sandra looked at me a lot longer than any of the others. What was she doing? Was she fantasizing about it? Could she be imagining what it might feel like?
As Sandra looked, I couldn't help but look back at her. It was the closest look so far: Her fair complexion, deep blue eyes, red-ruby lips. She looked so gorgeous, easily the most gorgeous woman I had seen in 6 months. Perhaps the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen! And the way her eyes pointed down at me, I couldn't believe it! The cold temperature of the dungeon was soon gone. I started to sweat. My heart began to pound.
The room was cold for good reason. It was supposed to keep us limp. That's the way it was supposed to work, but I could already start to feel it in front of Sandra. The princess was too much! Her looks too gorgeous; her voice too sexy to oppose.
"Oh yes!" Princess Sandra let me know that she noticed it too. "I see he likes to show it off!"
"He's not supposed to!" Queen Lucy immediately reprimanded me. "He's trained! He should know better!"
The snarling voice of the Queen reminded me. It put images of pain in my mind. It made me look away. I tried to think of heavy labor in place of the Princess, but it was already too late.
"No, don't!" Princess Sandra held up her hand and let out a playful laugh. "Let him show it off! I was just trying to figure out how long he must get, so let him show it off for himself."
She did not make it easy. My suspicions had been correct. She had been fantasizing about my size. Princess Sandra made it damned near impossible for me to stay limp! I had to look away and try not to think about the gorgeous Goddess standing just in front of me.
"I still don't want him to!" Queen Lucy insisted. "He won't! He's been trained!"
"Oh, I don't know about that!" Princess Sandra countered. "There are always ways, aren't there John?"
I turned my head to look at her. She knew my name! The sound of my own name made me look. I naturally glanced back at the source of my spoken name. It was a natural reaction.
"Oh God!" I gasped at what I saw. It looked so beautiful! It swelled out so round! It looked to be of the perfect size! Best of all, the cold room made the peak stand out!
To my shock and total disbelief, Princess Sandra parted her mink for me. To my further shock, she did not wear a top beneath. I found myself staring back at her swollen tit and hardened nipple.
"Oh my God!" I cried out again.
Princess Sandra wore no bra! Neither did she wear any other clothing under the top of the mink. Staring in disbelief, only a few feet in front of me, I saw her firm, naked breast. She must have still been in her teens to have a breast of such firmness. I couldn't help but lock my eyes and gawk at the sexiest tit I had ever seen.
"See!" Sandra laughed. "I told you! He's showing it off for me!"
My body no longer obeyed me. My cock took on a mind of its own. Instead of looking away, I continued to look. It was as if my eyes no longer obeyed me.
"John!" Queen Lucy tried to discipline. "Go soft!"
Princess Sandra laughed as if she knew how useless the command was. She knew the affect of her naked tit on a man. She understood I had no choice.
"He's ripening!" She exerted her full control instead. "Now let's see how ripe he can get!"
My breathing increased. My heart raced. She put me into heat, yet had not even touched me. Never before had I seen a woman exert such total control. The cold air of the room was replaced by a burning desire.
"Oh yes!" Princess Sandra reminded me of the display before her. "Now that's what I call a cock! He's ripening rather well!"
To my delight, the gorgeous young princess stayed standing in front of me and allowed me to look. Not both tits, but just one, and she allowed only me to look. From the angle of her body and her position to the other men, only I could see. Only I was given the opportunity.
The best part was the way her tit stood out at the peak, the tip of her swelling mound. To my delight, she showed me her entire breast, including her wonderful nipple. The cold air of the room made it hard. I couldn't help but imagine my lips puckered up and sucking upon it.
"That's not just a cock!" Princess Sandra complimented. "That's a real cock! He truly is big, much bigger than most."
Queen Lucy snarled once more before giving up. Finally, she realized it too. She stepped around to see the naked tit for herself. She already saw what effect it was having on me.
"There goes eight!" Princess Sandra giggled. "He should easily pass nine!"
I grew in size as she called out my length. It was as though she was an announcer at a sports competition. My cock was the main event, and a long length was the object of the game. Never before had a girl been brazen enough to call out my length as I inflated.
"Now he's coming up on ten!" Her voice turned from humor to sounding genuinely impressed. "Might we have eleven? Might this turn into a full eleven inches?"
I couldn't help it. Her body was too much; her bare tit too sexy.
"Oh yes! Oh my!" She sounded delighted. "Very nice! Almost there! Just a little bit more!"
It felt heavy. It always did - my cock that is. It always felt heavy when it was fully erect. It protruded up from my waist like a steel girder. I could actually feel the weight of the thing pulling me forward.
"He has quite a monument!" Princess Sandra sounded genuinely impressed. "It's been a long time since I've been so honored."
"He's my biggest," Queen Lucy confirmed.
"I can tell!" The Princess continued to look at it, first straight-on, and then stepping over to look at it from the side. But before turning, I noticed her cover her tit again. Her tit was only for my eyes, the eyes of the longest male. To the others she would not show.
"Eleven inches," She spoke in such a lovely voice. "And so firm! He's so hard! It looks to be made out of steal."
"It is!" Queen Lucy assured her. "Go ahead if you want."
I gasped. I couldn't believe it! For a moment, I didn't understand the meaning of the words, not at first, not until I felt her.
"I think I will," Princess Sandra stepped forward and touched me. I couldn't believe a woman could do such a thing. She actually reached out and touched it! I momentarily stopped breathing as her fingers tickled along the front side of my steel-hard cock.
Finally, I knew for certain. I need not look at it myself. Her fingers told me all I needed to know. Yes, indeed I was fully erect. I not only presented a full hard-on, but I was showing it off to a stranger too. My cock pointed firm and hard up into the air as if I wanted to display it in its most marvelous glory.
The Princess easily kept it that way with her fingers. She erotically tickled the front of my cock, the underside that now faced her.
"Oh my cock!" I couldn't hold back any longer. I wasn't supposed to say anything. I hadn't been given permission to speak, but the Princess was too much. I couldn't help but cry out when she touched me.
"Oh fuck!" I made yet another mistake when she pulled it down. Unbelievably, Princess Sandra reached up and took the back of my cock-head. She reached up and went around the sensitive head of my cock, and then reached the back of it with two fingers. Her fingers took advantage of the natural rim. Like a convenient handle, she used it to pull me down, down far enough to point my cock straight out from my waist.
"And he looks even longer this way," She paused for a few seconds to admire it, and then let go. "And so very hard too!"
"Oh my cock!" I couldn't help it. I realized she was testing my hardness. She was examining me, giving me the equivalent of a cock-exam. My prick immediately snapped back up as soon as she let go, returning to its naturally erect position. It snapped but hardly bounced at all. I could clearly feel its hardness.
"Hard as a rock!" Princess Sandra felt it too. She spoke with an air of amusement. She behaved as if she was accustomed to giving cock-exams every day.
It was difficult to keep quiet when she did it a second time and then yet a third. Each time she pulled my cock down just a little bit further. The third attempt made an audible slap as it smacked back up against my stomach, which I could tell she enjoyed by the delightful sigh that escaped her lips.
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