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

by Amanda Clover

  "Yes, that's it, you soft-bottomed lovely!" gasps Olaf. "Push back... yes... just like that. Tell me how much you love my cock."

  "It's soooo good," you whine, furiously frigging your clit as Olaf jams his cock in and out of your clenching ass. His body collides with your buttocks in loud slaps and his balls swing against the wet furrow of your cunt.

  You put your head down and thrust back onto his cock. Your clit is buzzing with pleasure. Your fingers stroking in fast, rough circles as you impale your ass onto Olaf. You finally throw back your head and cry out, lips falling open and hair whipping between your shoulders. Pleasure explodes from your clit and seems to reflect and redouble as your ass spasms around Olaf's invading cock. Again and again you are wracked with thigh-quaking ecstasy so intense that you nearly pass out.

  Olaf roughly grabs your soft ass, spreading you wide as he plunders your hole with his swollen cock. He's muttering something about how he can feel you squeezing him, but you can't properly hear because of the ringing in your ears. He twitches deep in your ass, or at least as deep as his modest cock will go, and you feel the wetness of his cum pumping into you.

  "Ohhhhh, that's it, love," gasps the gnome. "That's a good arse. That's a proper... ohhhh... by the gods. That's a proper arse."

  His strokes slow and he finally withdraws his cock with a soft pop. Your anus slowly squeezes closed. Not before a silky trickle of his cum spills out and down over your gold-thatched cunt. His hands drag weakly over your jiggling cheeks as he steps backwards off his bucket.

  "You nearly killed me," he pants.

  "Mmmmmmm," you keep your ass in the air for a while longer, enjoying the indecency of your pose as you toy a bit more with your clit. You stop yourself, concerned you might do something truly foolish with Olaf if you continue.

  He is sitting on the bench behind you, a happy smile on his face and his flaccid cock resting on his thigh. He pats the bench beside him.

  "Come up here and let's finish off the last of the brandy."

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Six - Attack

  You don't like the look of this magical machine. You draw your sword and brandish it. The sphere zips backwards a few inches.

  "Do not attempt to resist," it warns.

  "Resist this!" you cry and swing your sword with both hands.

  The sphere tries to zip out of the way of your attack, but you overextend and the tip of your blade catches the mirrored surface. It's like striking gelatin. The blade cuts through the rippling surface and splits the sphere open. You charge forward, driving your blade deeper and striking something hard.

  "Please stop that!" warbles the sphere.

  "Haaa!" you cry, twisting the blade and slashing across the sphere.

  It drops to the stone floor at your feet. The metal spills like mercury, exposing a spherical framework of iron and a cage filled with an empty bladder, tubes, glass vials of liquid and several mechanical objects you cannot identify. To be sure it is dead, you smash this heap several times with the flat of your sword, breaking up the frame and shattering the glass vials. A strong scent of alchemy wafts up from the crumpled wreck.

  You've killed the strange machine, but you are not much closer to escaping. The sides of the pit are smooth, steep and quite tall. You cannot find a foothold after several attempts and the wreckage of the sphere is too dangerous to stand upon. Not that the scant inches it would add to your height would help you escape the pit either.

  Searching the pit for a mechanism or trapdoor produces nothing else. Even though it may ruin your sword, you are about to attempt cutting toeholds in the smooth stone with your blade when you hear someone moving above you. A shadow appears above the rim of the pit. It is a gray orc with familiar, savage features. It is the orc that captured you.

  "Reemek," you mutter.

  "Princess?" The orc laughs. "You fall into pit? Dairy is good place for you. Big tit meat."

  "What are you doing here?"

  "Good fun in dairy," says the orc. "Lots of women to give cock."

  No surprise that the brute has been attacking women. You are more shocked to hear him mention the dairy. That must be the sounds of women you have been hearing in the darkness above the pit. Are they being milked? Is that what the sphere was going to do to you? You have to escape this place.

  "Reemek," you say in your sweetest voice. "Why don't you come down here and join me?"

  "Ah, you try escape!"

  "No, no, no," you object. "I only want some company."

  You run your hands over your breasts, brushing your fingers across your nipples until they are stiff. You bite your lip and look up at him, your smoldering eyes inviting the orc to climb down into the pit and have his way with you.

  "You want fuck?" asks Reemek, rubbing his leather loincloth.

  "That's right," you say, surprised at the sudden rush of lusty heat you feel in your face. "I want a big, strong orc to come down here and fuck me."

  He disappears from the edge of the pit.

  "Heyyyy," you call. "I'm waiting for you, Reemek!"

  A moment later, a rope ladder is tossed down over the side and unrolls to the floor of the pit. Reemek scrambles down the rope ladder, leaping the last several feet and turning expectantly towards you.

  "Come here, pretty," he growls, making a lewd gesture with both hands. "Give me a kiss."

  It only takes you a moment to realize he is unarmed.

  What do you do?

  Kill him and escape

  Give him a kiss

  Encounter Eleven - Parley

  You do not trust this creature, but you also do not know its capabilities. Does it know magic or only alchemy? Is there a weapon hidden in its robe? You decide to confront it and attempt to engage it in conversation.

  Holding your hands away from your sword, you take a step towards the purple-fleshed man with the head of a strange octopus. His bulging eyes keep their alien gaze fixed upon you. When you speak, your voice echoes from the stones of the chamber before it is deadened by the shelves of the library.

  "Greetings," you begin. "My name is Kirsten Sungbaard. I mean you no harm and I did not mean to intrude."

  "Sungbaaaard?" The creature rasps and the dangling tentacles surrounding what you assume is its mouth twitch. "Welcome. I am Xinophus. Prisoner and chief poisoner of Madreg the Mad."

  He approaches you slowly, his gait calling attention to his lean and yet imposing physique. He is at least a foot taller than you and holds his hands at his sides, but bent into claws that seem as if they could rake sharp, black nails across you at a whim.

  "You...you have an impressive laboratory. And library."

  "Madreg demands I perfect my craft. Always a great need for poisons of obscurity and potency. The venom of the Yalosh Toad..." Xinophus flicks his wrist and produces a small, glass vial containing a blue liquid. "...has unusual effects on the human central nervous system. It is a long term hypnotic. It makes humans very compliant."

  He slips the vial back into his robe.

  "Discovering poisons such as the Yalosh serum brings rewards. Madreg likes to send down special humans, pretty and very helpful. Would you like to be helpful?"

  You take a step back from him and push your hands out as if you might stop him with the force of your mind.

  "What do you want from me?"

  "Oh." Xinophus stops and his tentacles ripple. You imagine them like the nervous tapping of fingers on a table. "Perhaps I should as you this question. A fellow prisoner, after all. We need not talk about my assistants just yet and I will not bore you with my alchemy. Tell me of yourself. Of your...desires."

  You do not know how such a creature could look lecherous, but Xinophus has managed it as his brow cocks and his yellow eyes stare at you until you feel compelled to cover your breasts with your hands. He waits for you to continue the conversation. You are curious about his assistants, but you also wish to know more about his knowledge of alchemy. If it comes to a fight with this purple pervert, learning
more about either topic might provide you with valuable information.

  What do you do?

  Ask Xinophus about his assistants

  Ask Xinophus about his alchemy

  Encounter Fourteen - Offer him your pussy

  You have had just enough brandy and just enough teasing from Olaf to break down every last barrier. Maybe it's the fact that you finally are a willing companion or maybe it's the fact that Olaf looks more human than not; whatever the reason, you know what you need.

  "I want you to fuck me," you say.

  "Oh, love," Olaf hesitates. "You know the consequences if..."

  "Shut up," you say, wrapping your arms around the chubby little gnome, "and fuck me."

  You pull him atop you as you fall back onto the fire-warmed stones beside the kiln. It might not be the most comfortable place to surrender your virginity, but you are hardly concerned with proper posture at the moment. Your kiss blazes between you and you hold him against the soft warmth of your breasts. Your hand finds his cock and you guide him to your aching, slick groove.

  "Are you sure, Kirsten?" he whispers.

  "I've never been more sure," you reply, kissing away his doubts and melding your tongue against his. You stroke him and tease his cock the length of your dewy velvet folds. You slap his swollen cockhead against your clit, each thump of flesh on flesh sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Some part of you is afraid and you linger with his cock at your entrance.

  Olaf finally decides the matter for you. He rocks his hips forward and skewers your virgin quim on the fat tip of his cock. Your flower opens for him, slick with your lust, and he thrusts deeper. For a moment his cock presses at your maidenhead. You chew your lip and let out a whine of lust and tension. He forces his cock past the wall of your innocence. You feel a sharp pang that recedes into a hot ache inside your channel.

  "Did it hurt?" he grunts as he thrusts slowly into you.

  "A bit," you confess. "Don't stop though. The more... the more you move in and out, the better it feels."

  He drives his cock into you, a bit harder and faster than you would like, but the your words were no lie. The more he moves in and out, the more your natural lubrication gathers, the less the pain. The ache is soon replaced with a warm pleasure. Your breasts jiggle with each stroke and you lift your head to watch his cock sliding in and out of your gold-thatched mound.

  "Oh, Kirsten," he groans. "You're so tight. You're so, so beautiful."

  You sit up a bit more so you can pull him towards you and kiss him as he fucks you. It is not easy, requiring some contortion on your part to reach the gnome's lips, but your lust drives you. He thrusts in and out, faster, harder, and pressing his cock deeper. The most wonderfully unexpected part of it is that his cock seems to rub and prod inside your tight channel, finding spots you never knew existed that are almost as sensitive as your clitoris.

  "Olaf," you gasp. "I can feel it, rising inside me. I can't... I can't stop it!"

  "Cum for me, my sweet," he says, holding your head with one hand as he pounds his cock into the wet clutches of your quim.

  You let go of your fear and anger and need for revenge. You let go of the pain of losing your family in this dungeon and you anxiety about the future. For a glorious, real, fleshy moment, you are there, present in that instant as Olaf's cock drives you over the brink. The orgasm is more intense than any you have ever experienced. It begins deep inside you as a powerful contraction of your inner muscles, radiating up your channel and reverberating from your throbbing clit.

  "Goddddss!" you cry, toes curling and mouth hanging open.

  Olaf falls atop you, kissing your breasts as he humps his swollen gnome cock deep into your clutching channel. You feel the tightening stones of his bollocks against your anus, pressing there as he buries himself to the root in the warm luxury of your pussy.

  There is no exchange of words before cums, but you know it is about to happen. His thrusts become ragged and his breathing grows labored. His cock seems to swell another inch. It feels positively huge in your little deflowered cunt. His cock twitches with enough force that you feel the movement. A moment later you feel the first warm burst of his seed inside you.

  "Yes," you moan. "Yes, give it all to me!"

  He fires again, this time with enough force to baste your womb. The magic of the labyrinth takes effect and in that instant everything changes. The last of the darkness in your life is gone. You know only joy and love for your mate. For the father of your future children. Your love, Olaf.

  You smile at him as he finishes inside you. There is a sad smile on his face. He must know how much you love him. You cradle his cheek.

  "Oh, thank you, my love," you murmur. "It was better than I could have imagined."

  Olaf pulls his twitching cock from your depths. A warm, silky trickle of his cum spills from your creamed channel, down over your anus and onto the floor beneath you. You stroke your sex, feeling the wet stickiness he has left behind and knowing he has sown his seed in your fertile womb.

  "Forever, my love," you say. "I will never leave you."

  "I hope you're right," he says as he slides back onto the bench and picks up the brandy. He takes a deep gulp and passes the bottle to you.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Two - Leave Her

  You desperately want to help this woman, and you pity her fate, but the scarabs are drawing close. You dare not even approach her. There is madness in her eyes and her condition is revolting. Madreg spoke of a love that will come over you if you are bred. Perhaps she is nothing now but a thrall of these hideous beetles.

  You take a step towards the door and the woman strains at her bindings and screeches, "Help me!"

  Milk spills from her nipples and her jaws snap open and closed as if she intends to bight you.

  "Bitch! Whore!" she screams. "Set me loose! I'll give you a drink! Have some MILK!"

  You flee from her, reaching the barred door. You have to drop your torch, but you lift the heavy timber from the doorway as the beetles climb onto the ledge behind you. The woman screams incoherently as you open the door and escape into the hallway beyond.

  You close the door behind you and flee down the rough hewn hallway. There is some light from glowing lichen, but it descends into greater darkness. And you don't have a torch.

  Behind you, the insects begin to scratch furiously at the door. It may not be able to hold them long.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Sixteen - Succumb to the Pleasure

  The air leaves your lungs in a defeated gasp. You cannot resist the seductive flow of pleasure as Madreg gently thrusts his demon-tainted cock into your quim. He hears the defeat in your voice and he laughs at you and begins to thrust faster and harder.

  "You like it, don't you?" Madreg spanks his bollocks against your ass with each stroke.

  "No," you lie and that only makes him laugh louder.

  He leans over you and slams his cock deep into your tight quim. It's so huge, it feels as if it may split you open, and you think you feel tiny bristles on it rubbing inside your slick tunnel. None of that matters, because with each stroke, the damned wizard drives you closer to your climax. The music from the organ seems to rise in perfect sympathy with your grown pleasure.

  Madreg bends his neck and kisses your heaving breasts. His black tongue slithers between them and over them, caressing your nipple as he rises to your lips. His kiss is foul-tasting and horrible because it is so irresistible. Your legs close around him and you pull him deeper, embracing him and sucking his tongue into your mouth. That demonic serpent wraps around your tongue.

  There is pleasure in total submission. To give in to the wave of ecstasy rippling and rising from your depths. To submit to his monstrous cock and his devouring kiss. You hold tight to him, working your hips and thrusting back against his cock.

  Madreg's tongue slips out of your mouth and you gaze dreamily up at him, gasping as he transfixes your tender quim on his swelling demon cock.

/>   "All of the struggle to get here," he groans. "It must have been a horror for you, my innocent... mmmm... princess. Now... culminating in your... sacrifice for the greater good."

  "Good?" you gasp.

  His cock slams in and out of you making lewd wet sounds almost overwhelmed by the piping of the organ.

  "Yes! What disease upon this land is more foul than mankind? You enslave all the beast, destroy all life unlike yourselves. Now all will live in harmony under our rule. Castigoroth, the unmaker, by my side."

  "Fuuuuuck," you cry, as your orgasm explodes. "I'm... I'm cumming!"

  Madreg's cruel laughter is accompanied by his thrusts slowing. His cock stiffens and throbs within your clutching tunnel. Demonic cum boils and spurts from his thrashing fuckmeat, flooding your depths with his evil seed. You know you have just surrendered everything to the fiend. Given him your life and your sisters and possibly all of mankind. And it doesn't matter.

  "So good!" you cry, wracked with orgasmic pleasure. All you can do is arch beneath the mad wizard and thrust your clutching cunt on his huge cock. You milk his hot seed into your overflowing channel. You feel a prickling sensation at the entrance of your womb. It spreads quickly to your entire body as your flesh becomes suffused by the unholy seed pumping into your cunt.

  CONTINUE >

  Epilogue - The Sorceress Queen of Tarol

  The branching tunnels lead you out of the dungeon. You light the way with a glowing globe of magical light and sense the path to the surface. You emerge among the ruins of Tarol. The smell of smoke is in the air and the carrion crows are still circling the village.

  "What do we do now?" wonders Jacinda, looking at the desolation.

  "We rebuild," you say, simply.