Corrupt Dungeon

by Robin Rhodes

  Corrupt Dungeon

  Robin Rhodes

  Copyright © 2018 Robin Rhodes

  All Rights Reserved.

  This novel is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and incidents described in this publication are used fictitiously, or are entirely fictional.

  No part of this publication may be reported or transmitted, in any form or by any means, except by an authorized retailer, or with written permission of the publisher.

  Table of contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter One

 

  Aaron saw her tits before her face.

  Both were pretty fucking great.

  He stuck out his slightly sweaty palm and she shook it. "I'm Aaron," he said.

  "Delilah," she replied, quickly pulling her hand back and wiping it on her jeans. She looked around, craning her neck to try and see through the crowded streets outside the restaurant they were about to eat in. "I guess we should go in?" she suggested.

  "Oh. Sure. Wait." He held up a hand and waved to Mark, who was walking toward them hand-in-hand with his girlfriend Jenny. "They're here."

  Delilah spun around, and hugged Jenny, giving Mark a small smile.

  With her back turned, Aaron got a great view of her ass. Her jeans were a little too tight, and he could just imagine the way her ass would pop out as he dragged them down.

  He was getting ahead of himself, though. This was the first date he'd been on in a long time, and he knew he was just standing in for Mark's best friend, who had come down with food poisoning at the last minute. Mark had shown up to work complaining about the bad timing and Aaron had offered to step in.

  It had taken a bit of convincing, but Mark had given him the time and place and told him to wear something nice.

  He'd gotten to the restaurant ten minutes early. He'd been pacing his bedroom for half an hour, impatiently staring at the clock, when he decided to say fuck it and leave the apartment.

  All it had meant was he'd ended up pacing up and down the sidewalk instead, unable to make time go any faster.

  At the table, he and Delilah sat across from each other and he had to force himself not to stare at her cleavage. She'd not gone for a tame, classy top. The burgundy number had a V-neck that plunged between her tits, making him wonder where she was hiding her bra.

  Maybe she wasn't wearing one.

  Keeping his gaze away from her nipples, wondering if they'd go hard and he could see them poking through the thin material, became impossible now.

  When the waiter came to the table, Mark ordered them a bottle of red without asking anyone what they wanted to drink. Aaron kept his mouth shut about hating the stuff. He owed Mark one, he supposed, for agreeing to bring him along. They hadn't been colleagues for long.

  "So," Delilah said, tucking her dyed white curls behind her ears and smiling at him. "You work with Mark?"

  "We're in the same office. I only started last month."

  "Do you enjoy it? What is it you do, something with computers?"

  Aaron answered her at length about his job description, and was in the middle of laughing at his own tale of how he'd screwed over the people at his last company by embedding a virus in an email attachment just after he'd been fired which had let him sift through the computer of his very bitchy, very attractive married manager to find an album of photos of her fucking a guy who definitely wasn't her husband, when Mark gave him a jab in the ribs.

  "He's very into his work," Mark said. "But I'm less inspired. I prefer to keep talk away from that stuff when I've left the office."

  Aaron was going to say that Delilah had asked him about it when he realized his date was looking at him with glazed eyes, like she'd barely been paying attention. Maybe telling her a story about how he'd invaded the privacy of his boss wasn't the greatest first impression to make, but it was his proudest achievement to date. But he'd been planning to leave out the part where he'd jerked off to them. And the part where he'd published the photos on her social media account when she'd refused to let him keep his job.

  "I take it everyone saw the game on Sunday?" Mark continued as though he hadn't just shut Aaron down in the middle of speaking. "Jenny and I watched it at a friend's place. I can't believe it was that close. We were on our feet the whole time."

  Delilah brightened, leaning forward so her boobs squished against the table. "Right? It was crazy. I was watching with a few guy friends who I thought were going to wreck the place by the end of it. The tension was insane."

  Aaron forced back a smirk. Delilah looked like the kind of girl who had probably been wrecked by all of them when their state's team had won. The way she batted her eyes at Mark and flashed him that smile when his girlfriend was sitting right there told Aaron exactly what kind of slut she was.

  He was definitely going to get laid tonight.

  "Did you see it?" Delilah asked after a few minutes of debating the specifics with Mark.

  "I didn't watch it," he admitted, considering faking it for a moment. He didn't see why he should, though. He'd stayed home and played the latest MMORPG he was obsessed with. What better time to grind mobs when the servers were quieter and he didn't have to split the loot? "My roommates said it was good, though."

  "Aaron isn't that into sport," Mark said, leaning back so the waiter who had just appeared could fill his glass with a small sip of the wine to taste. He nodded to the waiter without looking at him after draining the glass. "He's always playing that game. What's it called? Oh." He waved his hand, clicking his tongue loudly as he tried to think. "Online fighting. Knights Online. Something Online."

  "Excuse me, sir, can I take your order?" the waiter asked.

  "Oh, we'll have the set menu," he replied, again without consulting the table. Delilah looked a little put out about it this time, too.

  "Warriors Online," Aaron supplied, lip curling both at the conversation and the wine in his glass, the overbearing smell invading his nose.

  "Warriors Online! That's the one," Mark replied. "Yeah. Aaron prefers virtual exercise."

  "Like sitting on the couch watching the game and stuffing your face is exercise," he muttered under his breath.

  No one heard, though, because Delilah had started laughing. "Isn't that the game they had that convention for in the city a few weeks back? They had that video of the guys in costume fighting each other outside. It was so silly. Plastic swords and everything, and they looked like they were taking it so seriously."

  Aaron bit his tongue this time. Those guys had spent hours on their cosplays, learning the moves. Probably as much time as Delilah had spent on her knees with a dick between her lips.

  He didn't fight back, didn't waste his energy defending his hobby against theirs. They were beyond it.

  Instead, he stuck his hand into his jeans pocket and fingered the capsule with liquid GHB inside, secured in a plastic bag so none could escape.

  He had yet to actually use the GBH on anyone, but having it there made him horny as hell when he was on a date, or in a bar. He hadn't built up the courage to actually spike a girl's drink, but the thought of it was enough. The possibility of it made him hard beneath his jeans now, imagining Delilah swaying so he was forced to steady her, then looking up at him with glazed eyes and begging to be fucked.

  She'd go from laughing at him one minute to completely at his mercy the next, and there would be nothing she could do abo
ut it.

  She probably wouldn't even remember it in the morning, but he would remember everything.

  The longer he sat at the table listening to the bullshit the people he were with talked about, the more distracted he got thinking about how he could successfully spike her drink without anyone noticing. She was rude to the waiter when her starter came with olives, even though it had been Mark's fault for ordering the set menu without asking anyone. She'd taken out her phone multiple times. She'd laughed at all the not-so-subtle digs Mark had made at Aaron over the evening.

  She deserved it. The bitch deserved to be put in her place, and Aaron was more than happy to be the one to do it.

  If he could find a way to get her drink alone without the other three noticing, though. He considered trying to distract them with something on his phone, but all he had was porn and memes, and he didn't think either would appeal to them. His sleight of hand wasn't good enough to get the capsule into the drink without anyone noticing.

  But, he'd seen a couple of people go up and order drinks from the bar. The restaurant was heaving with people and the waiters were running off their feet—and after Delilah's bitchiness toward their waiter, Aaron wasn't surprised he hadn't been back. Their wine bottle was still half full, but he took a risk by pulling the drinks menu out and looking over it.

  Delilah looked like a cocktails kind of girl.

  But mostly she seemed like the kind of girl who wasn't going to refuse a free drink when he offered to pay for it, even when she obviously had no intention of going home with him.

  Not yet, anyway.

  "I might go and get a drink," he said, looking at her to gauge her reaction. "Did you want something? The cocktails look good."

  He handed her the menu. She picked the most expensive.

  Standing at the bar without having to listen to the drivel the people at the table talked about was refreshing, and on his way back he easily slipped the capsule into her drink and gave it a swirl to make sure it had dissolved.

  His cock ached inside his pants, and he had to rush through the tables because he couldn't adjust himself with his beer in one hand and the cocktail in the other. Back at the table, he watched her sip on the drink with rapt attention.

  She didn't screw up her nose or seem to think anything was wrong with it. Instead, she gave him a small smile and a thanks, before devoting all her attention back to Mark and his stories about his fraternity days.

  When the meal was over and they'd paid the bill, Delilah stood up and swayed a little. "Oh," she put her hand to her forehead. "Head rush. I don't feel great."

  Outside, Jenny was curled into Mark's side and obviously had no intention of helping her friend home. "You could get a cab," Jenny suggested.

  "I only live two minutes away."

  "I could walk you home," Aaron suggested. "I don't mind."

  Delilah looked doubtful, but Jenny immediately accepted. "Great. I hope you feel better soon!" she called over her shoulder as she walked away, tucked beneath Mark's shoulder.

  "Which way?" Aaron asked.

  "Oh, this way," Delilah said.

  She swayed again, and Aaron wrapped an arm around her waist. "I've got you."

  "Thanks," she murmured, and that was when he knew he was in.

  "Do you live alone?" he asked, hand tightening around her waist, fingers digging into the soft skin. He was going to hold her right there when he fucked her from behind.

  "Yeah."

  Perfect.

  No one to deal with when they got there. She would be all his.

  Delilah didn't get much woozier as they walked to the apartment. She didn't fall over her feet. It was just like she was a little tipsy. Aaron had read that GBH was just like getting drunk, anyway. She had trouble fishing for her keys in her purse, but Aaron helped her out. She smiled up at him, resting a hand against his chest in thanks.

  He probably hadn't even needed to spike her drink. It had barely done anything, she looked fine, she was just horny as hell, the little slut.

  He paid no attention to the apartment. He hadn't even taken three steps inside when he pushed her against the wall, his body flush against hers. Her tits squished against his chest, nipples hard. He knew she'd wanted it. He wrapped a hand around her throat, propping her head back. She looked at him from beneath dark lashes and looped her arms around his neck. She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled.

  "Aaron," she moaned, pressing further back against the wall.

  He separated her legs with his thigh and pinched her nipples through her top.

  "Oh my God," she said, and her back arched off the wall. His cock ached from being hard for so long, and he wrestled with his jeans to get them off. He'd just slipped his hand into the front of her jeans when the apartment began to shake.

  It didn't stop him from inserting two fingers into her. He didn't give a fuck if there was an earthquake happening, he'd been jerking off to the thought of this moment for years.

  Before he could get his dick inside her, though, a high-pitched sound invaded his head and he was crippled by the agony.

  Delilah crouched against the wall, body twisted in pain. "Help me, Aaron," she begged.

  Aaron, though, was forced to the floor, holding his ears and sure they were bleeding.

  He'd passed out within seconds.

  Chapter Two

 

  Hello, AaronDonoghue#4381. Welcome to Earth, The Braxian Expansion. Please don't be alarmed.

  Like hell Aaron wouldn't be alarmed. He had no fucking body. He had no anything. He could feel, he could think, but it wasn't the same somehow. He wasn't controlling anything. Instead, he had these words in his head. White on black.

  After a minute, more appeared.

  Your role in The Braxian Expansion has been designated as Dungeon Core. Congratulations! Please select a dungeon specification.

  Again there was a pause, and Aaron wished he had some legs so he could kick something. Dungeon? Really? Even a healer would have been better than that. And then he realized he knew that healers existed now. Somewhere in the back of his mind knowledge was beginning to filter through about the changes happening to Earth. It was like he had a low-powered cable plugged into his brain. Earth had changed, people had classes, Braxians were aliens.

  Aliens.

  Right.

  Aliens had come to Earth and decided they wanted to make it into a video game. That was likely.

  The next screen came up, and offered him a number of options.

  Cultivator: Your dungeon has an increased spawn rate of crafting materials. Rare crafting materials will spawn in your dungeon. Choose this option if you enjoy trading and crafting.

  Healer: Your dungeon becomes a safe haven. The power of healing abilities is increased, and their mana cost decreased. Gain your XP from healing people, rather than killing them. Choose this option if you want to provide a safe haven to adventurers.

  Dweller: A balanced dungeon. Gain XP from deaths within your dungeon, and from adventurers making extended stays within its walls. This specification allows the dungeon core to create an avatar. Choose this option if you want a more personal approach to building your dungeon.

  Trapmaster: This dungeon provides a test for adventurers. Gain XP for the amount of time an adventurer spends in one room without taking damage. Choose this option if you enjoy setting puzzles.

  Aaron barely had to think about it. He'd seen create an avatar and his choice had been made immediately. He needed a body. This void he existed in right now wasn't something he could cope with forever.

  As soon as the system finished reading out the options, it had selected the Dweller specification for him. He didn't know how it worked—he didn't have a hand to press enter—it must read his mind.

  You have selected Dweller. Please select a talent tree.

  Socialite: Gain XP for every new person who comes through your dungeon and interacts with your avatar. The first meeting with a new adventurer gives a large XP boos
t, but subsequent interactions give less. Specializes in group loot to encourage big parties to tackle your dungeon.

  Overseer: Gain XP for prolonged interactions with dungeon dwellers. Your coercion stat is increased. Specializes in items which can only be created by the human hands of adventurers you have tamed.

  Aaron took a bit longer to think about this one. He couldn't run through the whole character creation process going with his gut. And this was a hard one—getting bigger and bigger parties into his dungeon would mean a harder challenge. It would mean fame and notoriety. But increased coercion was just too tempting. Even if the specialization into hand-crafted loot wasn't as fun as group loot, he didn't think he could pass up on the opportunity to lord over people like that. Especially when it would be one or two people. He could convince people to stay with him in the dungeon forever, rather than getting superficial welcome boosts from new adventurers.

  It had to be the Overseer talent tree.

  The computer selected it for him, and the screen in his mind opened up to reveal a web of talents.

  You have picked the talent tree of Overseer. Please select two talents.

  His first was an obvious pick, and the computer selected it from him before he'd ever read the others.

  Brand: Brand a target with your mark. A branded target is trapped within your dungeon until you allow their release. One brand is available at rank one. Use it wisely.

  So he didn't even have to coerce his chosen person to stay within the dungeon walls. It was his choice. Whoever he wanted, and he could keep them within his dungeon forever. Along with the coercion skill, it had endless possibilities.

  Fuck, he hoped this avatar thing he was getting had a dick.

  The other three took a bit more consideration, but ultimately he went with Charm.