Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder

by Amanda Clover

  "I'm so sore," she teases. "I've been riding allllll day at the stables. Only the biggest stallions with all the biggest cocks."

  "Filthy," you say as you pour a handful of the warming oil and begin to spread it over your palms and fingers. You drizzle oil onto Ashara's back and begin to spread it over her flawless flesh. She groans as you begin a true massage, pressing into her muscles and following the outlines of her bones.

  There is something strange about her back, you realize, and the succubus reveals it to you by manifesting and unfurling two gigantic bat wings of pink and lavender flesh. You gasp and she chuckles at your surprise. You get over your initial hesitation and begin to spread the oil gently over her wings. Her moans begin almost immediately.

  You work your hands over her shoulders, arms, and down her back to the plump loveliness of her bottom and the twitching purple serpent of her tail. She squirms and her tail seems to seek out your hand. You dutifully squeeze it and the spade-shaped tip curls in on itself and seems to inflate into a particularly phallic shape.

  "Mmmmmmm," moans Ashara as your oiled fingers stroke over the tip of her tail. It twitches beneath your fingers and roots at your hand like a kitten seeking affection.

  Your other hand is resting on the demoness's large and lovely backside. Not fat nor muscular, it is a perfectly plump roundness with an inviting cleft. You stroke your fingers over that curve dividing her cheeks and feel the hidden heat of her ass.

  "Oh, keep going," groans Ashara. "This is wonderful."

  Her tail is literally begging for your attention and the demoness's ass demands it.

  What do you do?

  Pleasure her tail

  Pleasure her ass

  Encounter Fifteen - Tell Him to Stop

  "Stop it!" you shout and push Bjorn roughly away.

  He seems to realize he was doing something inappropriate. He blushes and gets to his feet. He holds his hands up defensively.

  "I'm sorry, Kirsten, that was... I am a wolf, a beast, wild at heart. And I do not have many visitors. Particularly beautiful women." He looks at you earnestly. "Will you forgive me?"

  "I can forgive," you reply. "But can you control it?"

  "I control my urges constantly," he says. "Sex... is rare. I try not to think about it, but I know why I am here. Why the wizard put us here."

  "Sex," you say, looking down at your feet and feeling ashamed.

  "Yes, he wants us to breed with the women." He sighs and leans against the wall. "It feels so good, to let myself go. The wolf, it feels best as the wolf. So true. There is no pretending. And the brute, the wolfman, so big and powerful. A girl, a woman, is so small and soft."

  Despite his words about self control, he seems to be getting himself worked up again. Under normal circumstances, you would find a man like Bjorn to be extremely attractive. There is even a nobility to his features that matches with your own. But here, and knowing he is a beast inside, you are as afraid of him as any other monster you have encountered. Perhaps even more than most, because he can hide what he is beneath this facade of civility.

  "Human form is the sweetest," he says, meeting your gaze. "It can be tender. I can connect with my lover in ways I cannot in the other forms."

  "I... I really should be going," you say, pushing away from the chair. You start towards the black door.

  Bjorn realizes where you intend to go and he hurries over to the door, placing himself between you and your possible freedom.

  "Stay with me," he says. "Stay here. I will take care of you. We will live like humans."

  "I am a human," you object.

  "You are beautiful," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "We should be together. Stay here with me, Kirsten."

  There is a certain appeal to doing exactly that. All the schemes, all the dangers, it might be easier just to give in and live out a simple life here in this cabin. You could cook for him and give him children. You would make a good wife.

  To what? A werewolf? What are you thinking?

  You take a deep breath, stealing yourself against such urges. The dungeon must still hold some influence over your mind. You have to get past Bjorn to get through that door. You don't think that's going to be easy, but maybe you can strike a bargain and spare bloodshed.

  What do you do?

  Bargain with him

  Attack him

  Cast a spell on him

  Surrender to his desires

  Encounter Fourteen - Suck the cum from him

  You bounce your tits faster and faster on Olaf's straining cock. Your tits are too big and his cock is too small to quite pop through your cleavage, but you can feel his leaking tip just inside your soft squeeze. He thrusts desperately against your chest, fucking your tits as you wank him with them. Much as you want to feel his seed gushing out, you decide you'd rather taste him.

  "Ohhhh, love," cries Olaf. "I'm going to... I'm going to... aaaaaAAAHH!!"

  He thrusts raggedly against your chest and you feel the first hot gush of his cum between your tits and splattering all the way up to your neck. You let release him from the vice of your breasts and lean back just enough to expose his purple cock, twitching and spewing out another stream of cum. Before he can complain, your mouth is around him and he is firing his hot spunk across your tongue. You look up at him, bobbing your lips down to his root and feel his thumb-sized cock twitching and gushing against your throat.

  "Ohhhhh!" he cries, thrusting into the soft oval of your lips. "Ohh gods, take it! Take my seed!"

  "Mmmmmmm," you moan and swallow, the thick spunk sticking in your throat for a moment. You pop your lips up and down and ensure you have sucked out every bit of his cum before you release him from your suction. His spent cock flops against his thigh and you kneel higher above him with a satisfied grin on your face.

  "What was all that for?" laughs Olaf.

  You lean your lips up to him and give him a few teasing kisses.

  "It's nice to be able to do something because I want to do it, instead of being made to do it." You kiss him a bit more passionately. "Thank you, Olaf."

  "Thank me? Thank you!" He pats the bench beside him. "Come up here and lets finish off the last of the brandy."

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter eleven - Fight off the creature

  The overwhelming desire to submit to this creature is terrifying and you turn to that contradictory terror for strength. The creature's long fingers glide over your breasts and pluck at your tender nipples. You let out a hiss of pleasure. It makes that clicking sound and its eyes seem to draw you in deeper. One of its hands slips down over your toned belly and its fingers begin to slither into your loincloth, brushing over your downy hair and reaching the sensitive furrow of your sex.

  "Pleasure awaits," the creature speaks, its voice a seductive whisper.

  "So... does... death!" You shove the creature away from you and it recoils in surprise. Its tentacles flare, exposing the ugly, lipless mouth hidden beneath.

  Your single act of defiance bolsters your defenses. You bring up your hand in a casting posture and shout the first power words that come to mind. The spell is not one of your more powerful combat spells, but it has the advantage of being easily cast. Cold coalesces around your hand. As you speak the final word, shards of ice as sharp as daggers launch from your fingertips. The creature shrieks and throws itself to the ground. It is quick, but not quick enough. One of the ice shards slices into its leg and another skewers its side.

  The cold-based attack seems to gravely injure the creature. It grabs at the shard of ice sticking from its side, the wound steaming heavily, and it writhes on the floor. The wound does not immediately kill the creature, but it gives you the opportunity to pick up your sword and dispatch your sinister foe. You make short work of it. The screeching goes silent.

  As you stand over the dead fiend, trying to catch your breath, you hear a sound like a whimper from the adjoining room. With a growl, you step over your fallen foe and advance into a chamber lit by gas
light, your sword at the ready.

  More alchemical equipment and reagents cover various work tables. Several large cylinders of glass stand like columns in the center of the room. Most of them seem empty, but one contains the shape of a nude woman distorted by amber liquid. Before you can get a closer look, movement catches your eye. A small, pretty woman with dark hair and dark eyes is cowering behind one of the benches.

  "Out with you!" you shout, pointing the tip of your sword at the woman. "Show yourself! I will not harm you unless you make me."

  She slowly rises to her feet, her hands up and her small breasts bare and quivering with her fear.

  "P-please, don't hurt me," she says.

  "I won't." You lower your sword, but remain suspicious of a ruse. "My name is Kirsten. Who are you?"

  "L-Lyrica. That's my name. It is almost the only thing certain to me."

  "What are you doing here?"

  "I was working on this." She points to a retort over a flame. A liquid bubbles inside, distilling into another glass vessel. "I don't what it is. I don't know where I am or what happened. It was as if I just suddenly awoke here, moments ago. The last thing I recall before that is... there was fighting and I was captured. Some orcs. Yes! Madreg's orcs. They threw me down into a pit. Oh gods, I can't remember what happened after that!"

  Slaying the creature must have freed this poor girl from her mind control.

  "You are safe now, at least for the time being." You slide your sword back into its sheath. "Something similar happened to me. I believe you were under the mind control of a creature... who..."

  Your words trail off as you stride closer to the woman and get a better look at the girl being held in the cylinder. Blond hair drifts past her face like a golden scarf. She is beautiful and nude. She is also very familiar.

  "Camilla!" you cry as you recognize your sister. You seize Lyrica by her arms. "That is my sister! Quickly, help me get her out of this device!"

  "I don't know how!" cries Lyrica, startled by your intensity.

  "Gods! Camilla!" You hurry to the cylinder. Its base is etched with gibberish, but you find a valve mechanism. You turn it open and the fluid drains. The cylinder retracts slowly and Camilla slumps into your arms. You stroke her back as she begins to cough and vomit forth the liquid in her lungs. "Sister! You're alive! Oh, thank the gods! You are alive!"

  "K-Kirsten? How are you... we thought you had escaped. We were thrown down into this terrible place. Oh... gods... are we still...?"

  She tries to lift her arms but she is too weak. You clean the foul-smelling liquid from her face.

  "We are," you say. "But I will find the way out and you will come with me."

  "No," she moans. "I cannot go on, my sister. Leave me here."

  "I'm not leaving you!"

  "I am too weak to continue. I feel as if I have drowned."

  "I can care for her," says Lyrica. The small, dark-haired girl comes closer and crouches down beside Camilla. "I somehow know this place. I know there is food and water. And a bed in the other room. I can care for your sister."

  You stand, lest your resolve crumble. You have to find a way out or rescuing any of your sisters will be pointless.

  "Is there a way out of here?" you ask Lyrica.

  She is already helping Camilla to sit up and giving her a concoction of pink liquid.

  "Yes, just through there. I remember... it is a ladder... and somehow I know there is a cave and a workshop. A machine. Someone told me that."

  "Your memory may return to you," you say to Lyrica. "Be on your guard. Both of you. I will be back."

  Your sister smiles weakly. You embrace her one last time and set off for the ladder. You do not even dare look back over your shoulder or your will might crumble. You would stay here and live out your life in this awful pit if it meant being with Camilla. But you must have freedom. You must have revenge.

  The ladder is concealed inside a hatch. You look up and there is only a narrow shaft filled with darkness. You climb into that lightless tunnel, higher and higher, until your arms and legs ache with exhaustion. Each step you take, your sword swings on your hip and clangs loudly against the iron rungs. You can feel the emptiness beneath you and know that if you fell from this height down the shaft it would be fatal. With a twinge of fear, you overcome your weariness and continue.

  At last, the ladder opens into a very wide tunnel cut through the rock. The sides of the tunnel are rippled and almost perfectly rounded, as if a great drill had passed into the stone to create this path. Ahead, the tunnel curves slowly and light spills out of an unseen chamber. You hear a faint clanking sound, and something moves and casts a shadow on the tunnel wall.

  Fear tightens in your belly, but there is no other way to go but forward.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Fourteen - Attack

  You have no idea how you are going to defeat this metal monstrosity with just a steel sword. It does not matter. You are not going down without a fight. With a battle cry that echoes through the cave, you charge at the hammer-wielding giant. Its swings are slow and easy to avoid and you smash and hack and stab at its plates with your sword. Sparks fly from your impacts as you desperately search for some weak point.

  "STOP THIS!" shouts the voice. "You will be punished if you continue!"

  Your blade finally finds a joint between two armored plates and you stab the sword deep inside the beast's belly. You feel something give a little and think you might have actually hurt it. That's when it punches you and everything starts spinning. You are flung across the cave like a ragdoll. Your breath is knocked from your lungs as you land heavily on the stone.

  "Stay down! You are my prisoner now!" The giant stomps over to you as you try to get up. Its huge hand grabs you by the hair and picks you up. It wraps a huge iron arm around your waist and slings you over its shoulder.

  Your view is bounces and spins as the giant carries you into the deeper darkness of the cave. You hear a heavy iron door opening and you are dropped onto a table or bed. You try to sit up again, but one hand from the giant pins you down as it secures your wrists and ankles to the four corners of this table.

  "Welcome to my torture chamber," says the giant. "I will break you. I will make sure you leave and never come back."

  "Can't go back," you groan. "Must... go forward."

  The giant says nothing as it stomps out of the room and locks the iron door behind it, leaving you shackled to the table.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Eleven - Attack

  This creature is obviously intelligent, so you might be able to parley with it, but it has already tried to deceive you once. You are not going to wait around for it to try some other means of hypnotizing you. Your hand flashes to your sword and you draw it with a flourish to keep the purple-fleshed figure at a distance.

  He assumes a defensive posture, his tall, lean form now hunched with his claws forward. He circles, perhaps searching for some weapon with those bulging, inhuman eyes. You're not about to give him a chance to find one.

  "I don't think so!" you shout.

  You lunge and attack with the point of your blade. It catches his cloak and your sword opens a gash in his skintight robe. Milky blue blood spatters your weapon and the creature dodges aside, saving itself from a mortal follow through.

  As you come around, drawing back your blade for a finishing stroke, you are struck in the chest with a thrown object that bursts open with a crack. Liquid spatters your breasts and hisses loudly. For a moment, you fear you have been struck by acid, but instead your eyes begin to water and you are disoriented by a powerful smell. You swing your sword blindly at the dark shape of your foe.

  Seizing the opportunity, the octopus-headed fiend further confuses you with a swirl of his robe. By the time you realize he has moved elsewhere, it is too late. He steps inside your guard and you feel a sharp pain in your side. You look down, expecting to see a dagger buried in your ribs. Instead, you see a small, glass vial emptying a blue liquid
into your body.

  "Bastard," you gasp, smacking his hand and the injector away. "I'll...I'll kill..."

  "Shhhhhhh," comes the inhuman reply. "It will all be over soon. Your mind belongs to me now."

  The poison was not meant to kill you. It melts away your willpower and buries your personality beneath a heavy blanket of subservience. Your sword drops from your fingers and, as your eyes clear, you look at the purple fleshed creature with the dull eyes of a cow.

  "I am your master, Xinophus," says the creature. "You will be one of my assistants from this point forward. When I need you, I will call upon you. When you are not needed, you will be kept in a jar of preservative fluid. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, master," you say as the last of your personality succumbs to the poison.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Six - Parley

  This strange sphere speaks and it is almost polite. Perhaps you can talk things over with it. You reason it is worth taking a chance to find out.

  "I mean you no harm," you say, holding up your hands. "What are you?"

  "I am a golem," says the sphere. "I have a simple task to carry out. There are many like me."

  "I've seen golems before. They were made out of stone or iron and shaped like men. You're just a sphere. What do you do? What is your task?"

  "Allow me to demonstrate," replies the sphere.

  Tendrils of quicksilver slide out from the hovering orb. One by one they emerge and drop almost to the floor until four of them are dangling beneath the silver sphere. You lean a little closer to try to judge what they are doing. They come to life like snakes made from mercury. Two suddenly lash out and snare your wrists. The other two wrap around your ankles. They bind tight and cool against your skin. You try to take a step back, but the orb is an immovable weight in the air.