"Okay, the first order of business is my 'uniform' for this meeting…" Princess Bubblegum sat down in the diner chair with a frumpy look on her face. Opposing her was her new 'business partner', a pale vampiric woman, with clear and beautiful sculpted face and a fanged smile. The princess was summoned here after a few weeks of negotiation between her and the Vampire queen and heir to House Abadeer, Marceline Abadeer. What the pink lady didn't know, was that her invitation also required that she'd attend the meeting in nothing but a pair of panties provided her by Marceline. The panties were found safe after a series of scientific tests, but she still didn't like wearing them. Her thighs looked remarkably pink and juicy in them, and her c-cup breasts were completely exposed as well as her thin and handsome torso. And though she tried really hard to hide it, the panties still showed a little bulge where her cock and balls were neatly tucked in. Marceline, on the other hand, was fully clothed, and even extra clothed, to fend off against the deadly sunrays coming through the diner's window.
In this meeting Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum was representing not just herself but also her entire kingdom. For many years the Candy Kingdom took on itself the role of settling order and civilization in the dysfunctional and anarchistic post-apocalypse fringes of Ooo. It's been intervening in foreign affairs, stomping out warlords and crime syndicates, building education centers in so many tribes and bringing infrastructure and tools to millions. They created so many new kingdoms, all vassals to the Candy Kingdom. And now the Kingdom is broke. Over 200,000,000 treasures in debt to the Central Bank of Ooo and no way to pay it all even in 100 years. Unless they struck a deal… with the dubious demon family, Abadeer.
And that's how PB ended up in this little lonely gloomy island with barely any clothes, and 100 ships, both Abadeer and Candy Kingdom, circling the island. "You see that mansion above us?" Marceline pointed through the transparent skydome in the ceiling of the diner, up a hill a little away from the coast was a gloomy looking mansion, completed with ominous towers and what looked like a cathedral's grand gate. "That's the first building of this island, my house." Marceline explained and shifted in her seat, or more accurately, shifted in the air above her seat. PB was flustered by the display of wealth Marceline had while she and her kingdom were living on rations. "That's beside the point, Abadeer. Why am I naked?!" PB exclaimed and greeted her teeth, a few beads of sweats rolled down her arms. "You're not, silly…" Marceline's body remained in the shade from her unusually large sunhat. "Not yet…" the vampire chuckled to herself. PB stood up with a quick movement, smashing her tired malnourished fists on the table. "Explain… Marceline, both this…" she pointed to her naked breasts. "both of them?" Marceline joked. "And your comment…" PB continued, ignoring Marceline's remarks.
The vampire got up from her place and floated besides the table. "Let's walk over to a booth, okay?" she pointed to one of the empty cushioned booths in the empty diner. PB sighed and agreed, reluctantly walking over to the booth while hiding the bulge in her panties. Marceline sat down in the booth, for real this time, not floating above the seat. PB sat down beside her with a distance of half a meter. Marceline immediately closed that gap, not by moving over, but by dragging PB to her. They were sitting thigh to thigh, with PB's naked skin feeling the rough outline of Marceline's jeans. She felt tense, but she knew that the Vampire couldn't risk hurting her and committing a cosmic crime. From their current seat they had a much better view of the hill and the mansion. PB now noticed that to the feet of the hill were a multitude of construction sites. "As I was saying…" Marceline continued. "This mansion of mine is the first building on this island. This diner is the second, it was made especially for deals like we're having." Marceline pressed her shoulder ever so slightly to PB's, who backed off immediately, much to Marceline's disappointment.
"What deal are we making?!" PB threw her head back in frustration, hitting the soft back of the booth with a little noise, which Marceline found adorable. "All the Candy Kingdom was told is that you're willing to pay our debt in an absurd amount of payments and requested I come discuss things with you… but now I'm almost naked." PB told her side of the story, and expected Marceline to complete it. Marceline looked less amused, her mind was in business and not in pleasure. "Yeah, I'm buying an asset from the Candy Kingdom in 44,444 payments of 4500 treasures each." Marceline pulled out a magical contract, in which magic allowed all of the information to be concentrated in a single page. "And what are you buying?!" PB exclaimed, very tired and very hungry, she was having the least rations of all of her citizens. "What product did I ask to be brought to me in mint conditions?" Marceline's smile gleamed; there was something annoyingly charming about her smile. PB took a second to realize what was going on. "You're buying me? For 200 million treasures?!" PB felt a sharp headache, none of this made any sense. Why was she being bought for absurd amounts in an island under construction?
"Now will you listen to my fascinating island story, please?" Marceline said and tapped the table three times. A drink magically floated out of the kitchen and into the open tired hands of the pink princess. "Refresh yourself." She urged Bubblegum to drink the sugary soft drink, by gently pushing on her fingers with her own pale grey fingers. Damn was she good with her fingers, PB thought as she took the drink to her lips against her better judgment. "Okay listen bubs because this might be very important to your life." She looked up again, making sure to shield her sensitive vampire eyes from the tropical sun. "This island… is my island, it's an island made for me and others ladies like me…" she looked down at PB's crotch "and you…" Princess bubblegum blushed slightly. She wasn't ashamed of her gender identity as a transgirl, but having someone directly refer to her penis, and while she was almost naked, was embarrassing to say the least. "To live a new kind of lifestyle. A lifestyle of domination, and consensual ownership…" Marceline pointed to herself. "There're 3 types of citizens on this island, or at least there will be. One kind is the servants and worker. You know, regular peeps? Most of what they do is serve the second type, girls like me. Doms, if you will. Rich women with the means to employ these servants on our own island home, and also being able to afford the third type of citizen…" she eyed PB all over. "Our submissive little maids. Such cute little things, cute as a fucking button…" She leaned back against her chair and relaxed.
"And I'm… this maid of yours?" Princess Bubblegum was aghast at the idea of being demoted to a maid. But money swayed her mind. If cleaning things for Marceline would earn her and her kingdom more money than being princess, she could endure, for her people. "I know what you're thinking, sort of…" Marceline said. "You're tired and your mental defenses are weak… You're imagining some garden work and shit in return for 200 mil? Forget about it." Marceline's eyebrows tensed up, but her smile remained, and seemed more sinister now than before. "You're a sexual maid, a pleasure maid, a toy maid, a naked naked naked maid oh yeah baby…" She said and floated a few meters away, strumming on an imaginary air-guitar. PB got up and turned away from the table.
"No, Abdeer, I refuse. I'm not a prostitute." She tried to remain as calm and collected as possible, even though Marceline was anything but that. She eyed the vampire who idly floated back to the booth, and then walked towards the door. "No, you're not. You're not a prostitute, you're going to have a much better life than a prostitute as my maid. Now come back and let's sign this shit…" she said, a little too cocky and confident. Princess Bubblegum ignored her hubris and continued walking. "You'll be so well fed though…" PB continued walking. "And so will your people." Marceline said and PB stopped. "Oh yeah, I got you now… so, interested?" She said as PB hurried back to the booth. "What do you mean? Will you be able to help my kingdom?" PB asked, excited and slightly desperate.
"As my maid, besides all of the sexy stuff, you'll be given three meals a day. And so will every. Single. Candy Kingdom citizen." Marceline boasted. "How?" was all PB had to say. "Listen, the Nightosphere is home to 99% of the world's minerals, and House Abadeer rules them all. Our house has so much wealth we could buy your entire surface world if you were stupid enough to sell it. I can easily buy a meal for everyone in your kingdom and also everyone in your vassals' kingdoms, while still paying your kingdom's debt." She explained.
"Give me this." She grabbed the page and started reading it. And reading it, and reading it. She sat there in her underpants reading for hours, going all over the economic obligations and promises of House Abadeer, all while said Abadeer was bored out of her mind, seeing her guest read and drink sodas wasn't as excited as she imagined this deal would be. But then Bubblegum got to the second half of the contract, where her obligations as a maid were explained. "Oh, I wanna see your reaction to this." Marceline said excitedly and smiled a toothy smile.
"Okay, no, what the frick?!" Princess Bubblegum stopped after reading the first clause. "What do you mean I have to be naked unless allowed otherwise by Marceline Abadeer?!" she looked confused and disgusted at the vampire. "What kind of 'lifestyle' are you leading on this island?" she asked and looked at the construction site. "Lots of naked ladies being bossed around and made to do sexy stuff by their mistresses. Basically that's it." Marceline said. "You're no exception. Except you get the best house… and the most skilled mistress." She chuckled and boasted. "I thought I'm a guest in your house, who occasionally pleasures you, doing some fellatio or I don't know…" she was embarrassed to even think about those things. "Oh no, definitely not. This is about me, really. This is about you and how much I can get out of humiliating you." She lusted with her eyes around PB's naked breasts and her exposed thighs. "D-don't look at me!" PB exclaimed.
"Okay…" she said with a blush after continuing to read. "This is certainly a flawed contract, it doesn't entail what you're allowed to do to me…" she gulped, against feeling unease thinking about those stuff. "It does say what I can't do, though. Look… I can't harm you physically without your consent. I can't intentionally hurt you mentally. You're allowed to refuse being naked or having any sexual relations with me or anyone else. But I have the right to kick you out of the home for it. But I can't deny you any meals… just your kingdoms…" they discussed the terms of conditions of the deal for another hour or so. PB's face was flushed the whole thing. And even Marceline was blushing a little when discussing things like Bubblegum's rights when being walked outside naked.
Eventually they got to the final clause in Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum's conditions. "I can't sexually touch my penis… is that some weird part of your humiliation plan?" she looked weirded out, but not disgusted anymore. "That's right. Pretty sexy huh?" Marceline showed a visible blush on her face. "But we were talking earlier about my… orgasms…" PB said the last word much more quietly. "Oh trust me, you'll see, and you'll cum." Marceline said. Her blunt way of saying it made PB nervous.
"Fine… This seems safe enough… and the payment… 44,444 payments paid… 1 hour at the time? That's… over 5 years!" PB got more nervous again. "Peebs… can I call you peebs? Listen, you've lived for over 600 years, another 5 won't be that damaging to your resume… and it'll help so much to your kingdom's future… just think of all the benefits being my maid will give you… You'll be the cutest gal on this island, I promise. And this isn't just a compliment because this island is gonna be choke-full of sexy ladies just you see…" she smiled to Pb. She leaned in closer, their faces really close now. "So… what are you saying? Deal?"
Princess Bubblegum hesitated… she already knew who would rule in her place, but she still felt the anxiousness that transforming into a new lifestyle entails. Worst of all, all of that talk of sex and her sexy lifestyle got her member erect. She cursed silently, Marceline probably noticed it long ago, but only now did PB become aware of her own arousal. "Oh nice…" Marceline chuckled and laughed out loud. PB felt a little angry and plenty embarrassed. Would this be what being Marceline's maid is like?
"At least a part of you wants to be my maid, huh?" Marceline joked and looked at the bulging tent in PB's panties. "How about I help you out with that? You know, might as well accept one last handjob before you give up on touching it…" she blushed, but not nearly as much as the princess did. "I bet you didn't have a good jerk-off since you started starving…" PB felt insulted that Marceline would joke about such serious matters. But she was pent up with stress and wasn't able to do her daily jerking sessions for weeks now. "Here, let me…" Marceline inched her hand closer to PB's crotch, and waited to see PB's response. The princess sighed, she was already too intimate with Marceline to see any reason to oppose it now.
Marceline grinned and started working on freeing the princess' member right away. She started out teasing, slowly pressing on the shaft and exposing more of it to the air. But she saw that PB wasn't in the mood for it. She didn't want the princess to back off now, so she hurried up, exposing the member with all of its cuteness and pink complexion to both of the girls. PB was immensely embarrassed, and Marceline felt a dominating rush through her body. PB's shaft was pink like the rest of her, and her tip was a darker shade of purplish-pink. Marceline started working on it right away. Her slender fingers wrapped around the member which felt a little soft in her hand and it seemed to her eyes. The princess was clearly not aroused enough to be carried through her orgasm. Marceline had to help her a little.
PB felt the pleasure and warmness of the touch crawl up her sex-deprived body, and she felt happy, but also very embarrassed, and maybe a little humiliated. She had a stranger's fingers around her cock. A stranger who'll soon become her owner. She gulped, and with her gulped a surge of pleasure ran up her, as this was the sign for Marceline that she was aroused enough to start pumping. It was only after a few moans and a lot of strokes across her twitching member, that PB realized that sexy thoughts were being transmitted into her mind by Marceline. She fell backwards, and allowed the handjob to continue. She really needed to cum, but her tiredness didn't allow her to reach it quite yet.
Marceline was working the shaft like the expert she way, rolling her hand slightly counter-clockwise, against the direction PB usually stroked it, so the princess would feel the foreign touch on her cock in more ways than just the stroking itself. Slowly and surely, she guided Bubblegum's cock, worked with its twitches, made it secrete precum when she teased the glans, rolled her fingers to make it cum faster. Soon enough, PB's member wasn't her own anymore, it was Marceline's. She was the mistress of the princess' current pleasure. And only she could guide the cock to her desired destination. A big splatty orgasm, spraying further than the pink girl ever did before. She wanted the princess to feel embarrassment that another girl caused her cock to do such splendid tricks. It's gonna be beautiful, Marceline knew.
She worked towards the final phase of her work, wrapping her thumb slowly around the glans, making sure to give it a lot of attention and spend more time working up it than the rest of the shaft. Soon enough PB felt the tinges crawl up to her tip and bring her closer and closer to orgasm. "Mar-mar-!" PB stuttered and shook, felt her orgasm near in an incredible pace. It felt like a smaller orgasm, but it was intense as all hell and left the princess breathless. "Marmar… I like that name…" Marceline grinned and worked to the final phase. She completely left the tip and worked on the shaft. She was very gently pressuring it at first, going up and down the fairly short shaft while avoiding touching the tip. Slowly she pressured more and more until she was outright squeezing her shaft, almost to the point of squeezing the urethra shut. PB panted slowly and then heavily, every squeeze though made her orgasm less imminent, made it much more intense and heavy on her shaft and her whole body.
"Touch the t-tip, please…" PB felt the shame crawl up her spine, she couldn't believe she was letting Marceline do that, and even ask for more, how desperate was she, or maybe was this her true desire all along. "Nah-ugh…" Marceline teased, continuing to massage the shaft while ignoring the most sensitive precious spot. PB's butt was sweating and stuck to the booth's leather with a passionate hump of the excited pink girl. "W-what do you mean?" PB asked. "Stop stuttering, it's cute, but it's getting old." Marceline said, and PB flustered. "I'm not gonna bring you over the edge, do it yourself." She grinned and continued the massaging of the shaft. PB reached over to rub herself and bring herself off, but Marceline grabbed her hand gently with her free hand. "For me?" she said as she held it tight within her fingers. "You need some support for the intensity, I understand." She chuckled while stroking more and more. "What?!" Princess Bubblegum asked, her voice jumpy and sharp. "Go ahead, I got you babe… cum." As Marceline ordered that PB exploded, she bucked her hips forward and moaned a tiny but high pitched moan as her cock was squeezed of its pent-up orgasmic contents. She shot upwards in an angle that made a beautiful pink arc of cum fling through the air and land on the table, right onto the signature section of the contract. PB was feeling intense pleasure but also tinges of humiliation, she wondered if that's what she was going to go through in the mansion. She imagined things much worse.
A few minutes passed. The sun has finally set, and Marceline removed her hat. Inside the diner it was dark. It was only now that PB realized that not only all of the guards were gone from the island, but that her cock was enveloped still by Marceline's slender and cold fingers. The vampire grinned, enjoying the sensation of the cock softening in her grasp. "I'm ready to sign the document, Marceline Abadeer, I'll do it." PB said as professionally and calm as she could as she was going down from an orgasmic glow and had another girl's hand around her naked member. "No need…" Marceline said and PB's heart skipped a beat.
"Are you… putting the deal off, after all this?! After what we did just now?! Are you insane?!" the anger from the beginning of the day dawned on her again. "What? No…" Marceline drew back and relaxed, her hand still on PB's crotch. "The deal is not off, and besides, I'm the one who gave a handjob to you, I don't owe you anything… all I'm saying you don't need to sign the document…" a huge grin showed up on Marceline's vampiric face. Her fangs made her look terrifying for a fraction of a second. "You already did…"
PB turned her head to the document, now stained in pink. Her pink. She blushed heavier than ever before in her long long life. The document was now sealed, as though it's been agreed upon and done. "Cumming on the document is the only way to sign it, baby." Marceline laughed out loud. "I already came on it earlier, while thinking of all the stuff we'll do… mmmhm!" she massaged Bubblegum's pink exhausted crotch a little. "And now that you've signed it, you know what that means." PB's face froze and then contorted with frustration as Marceline said those words. "I… You… guh!" She growled.
"No more touching for this little thing…" she withdrew her hand away from Bubblegum's crotch, living it to be untouched for the next 5 years. She slowly removed the sweaty panties off, living the princess completely naked. The vampire then leaned in and kissed PB softly on her lips. As thoughts of defeat and humiliation filled her brain, a little hopeful thought nibbled on PB's consciousness. Maybe all of this won't be so bad…
"Come on…" Marceline picked PB up and flew up towards an opening in the glass skydome. "I have a lot of stuff waiting for my naked little maid at my mansion." And with a slight blush on her pale face, and a huge one on PB's, they took off to their new home, and new life.