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

by Amanda Clover

  A tribe of reptilians has taken up residence in the fire-gutted keep of your family castle. You relish destroying them with burning meteors. Some of them try to run. None escape. Your magic scours the keep clean of the reptilian spoor and you rebuild a small portion of the ruined keep in just a few hours, spectral hands lifting stones back into place and window glass reforming like pooling water. Your sisters watch in awe.

  "How are you doing all this?" wonders Heidi. "You've even brought back my bed from cinders. The headboard is just as Uncle Martaugh carved it."

  It's true, the repaired rooms in the keep are furnished from memory and by magic. You are exhausted from the effort and collapse into an overstuffed chair that once belonged to your father. With a last wave of your hand, you lift a ruined portrait of your mother and father on horseback from the floor to the wall. The canvas mends and the muck smeared on it disintegrates as the portrait hangs back on the wall.

  Some part of you has changed. Something more than just the magic. You've hardened and you are no longer like your sisters. They have been robbed of their innocence by Madreg's dungeon, but you have been robbed of your sympathies.

  Jacinda leads efforts to find and help survivors in Tarol. There are a few, hidden away in cellars and in the woods, and you supply them with arms using your magic. Madreg's army has broken apart without its leaders and after a few days mountain orcs begin attacking Tarol, carrying away women and murdering travelers. You ride on horseback to their camp and offer their leader a chance to surrender. He tells you that he will fill your belly with orc children and orders his men to strip your clothes.

  You burn them all to the bones. Every last orc. You bring their leader's head to the gates of Tarol and impale it on a spike while the forlorn villagers watch. A few applaud weakly. Most are too shocked by your soot-smeared and feral appearance.

  Through your magic and the force of your will, you rebuild the entire castle and begin cobbling streets and erecting magical lights to make the streets of Tarol safe at night. You rare speak to your sisters, perhaps dining with them once a week or less. Their interests are the same as when they were children. Yours are the concerns of running a state and saving it from ruin.

  Having your chastity taken from you by Madreg has awakened a burning interest in sex. You invite many suitors to your bed for diversions from your worries. A single man cannot satisfy you, so you invite two and then three men. You come to understand that once you were fucked by a demon cock, no man will ever pleasure you like that unholy appendage.

  So you take a familiar native to the abyss, a little imp called Vectus who has a cock that swells in your mouth to ten times its usual size. You find you can actually cum with that beast plowing away at your rump, but it is still only an echo of the pleasure you briefly experienced with Madreg. You need more, summoning a hulking Yurgoleth with three cocks to pin you to the floor and rut you like a brimstone-scented beast and an incubus to curl your toes with sweet words and skilled cocksmanship.

  These diversions further isolate you from your sisters. Tarol is growing powerful under your command and they have many suitors of their own. Heidi marries first, moving away to live with a Sultan's son in Shaddobar. A Kornasi horselord offers a dowry of a hundred horses for Camilla. You refuse his dowry, but your sister leaves with him anyway, deciding it is true love. Jacinda stays for another year, watching as you begin to construct your golems and dig canals and build factories.

  "This isn't the kingdom I remember," she says one evening over brandy. "You've filled the sky with smoke and there are more of your iron golems than people in the streets."

  "But it's safe," you say. "And prosperous. The orphans and the crones have places to live and people to care for them. The remnants of Madreg's army wouldn't dare attack us here."

  Jacinda looks at you with hard eyes.

  "I know what you consort with, Kirsten," she whispers. "I will not curse you, because you've saved us all, saved so many, but I cannot stay with you any longer. Not with... the sounds that come from your bedchamber."

  You bite make an insult and leave her with a whirl of your black lace skirt. She is gone in the morning, setting off for the Lakelands on horseback. You send Vectus to watch her for a time, spying on her companions and the secret lover she has at a temple in the Lakelands.

  But you let her go. You've learned not to cling to the things that you cannot have. You recruit new warriors and furnish them with weapons built out of the ingenuity and magic of your factories. Dwarven-style firearms and keen swords honed by magic. Armor as light as silk and as strong as steel. Your company of a hundred men are equal to thousands from any of the neighboring countries.

  Seeing your well-drilled and loyal soldiers, your industry and your golems, your thoughts begin to turn to conquest. The incubus who regularly shares your bed advises you to go about things peacefully.

  "A show of force," you say. "Then the others will fall in line. They'll be clamoring to join a federation with Tarol at the head."

  Your finger slides over the map of surrounding nations. It lands on the Lakelands. Yes, the capital is only a day's ride across the border from Tarol. You could take it in a single sudden attack, minimize bloodshed and begin the unification of the northern kingdoms ravaged years earlier by Madreg.

  A smile spreads across your face as you contemplate the adventures to come in your plan of conquest. Adventures for another time.

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  Encounter Six - Breed your pussy with his cum

  The thought strikes you in your moment of lust. You stand quickly, dragging your tits against his straining cock as you rise up the length of his muscular body. Reemek looks at you with confusion.

  "Breed me," you whisper. "Breed my virgin quim."

  His eyes bulge with lust. You turn and offer him the roundness of your ass and the juicy furrow of your hot cunt. The orc takes hold of your hip with one hand and guides his petrified cock to the hungry tunnel of your sex. He thrusts into you, battering through your maidenhead and claiming your cunt in a single powerful stroke. Your head jerks up with the shock of pain, but your lips fall open in a moan of pleasure as you squeeze him in your stretched channel.

  "Princessss," he growls.

  The orc works his hips with restrained power, dragging his cock almost completely out of you before slamming it back in. He spreads your ass and watches your virgin cunt devouring his cock. You cry out, aching for release, but Reemek was too close to the brink. He gives you one final stroke and you feel his cock throbbing deep inside you.

  "Aaaaaaahhh!" cries the orc.

  "Breeeed me!" you wail in reply, willingly surrendering yourself to him.

  Your virgin womb is flooded with the first hot gush of orc seed. As Reemek growls and pounds his spurting cock into your depths, that first wave of sperm reaches your eggs with magical precision and you let out a cry as your tender, royal cunt is bred. Feelings of happiness and love overcome any doubts that might have been lingers. Such an epiphany triggers your orgasm and your body ripples with contractions, wringing the cum from Reemek's spurting length.

  The orc seems to come to his senses. He releases his hold on your ass and takes a step back from you, his cock leaving your flooded cunt with a lewd slurp. You feel his seed draining down your legs. You turn and embrace him.

  "My love," you cry. "I can feel your pups inside me."

  At first, Reemek does not return the embrace. His scarred face twisting into a scowl.

  "Madreg will be angry," he says and then he turns to you and adds, "but it good."

  He kisses you and you share the overheated afterglow of your orgasms. There is no doubt in your mind that you have made the right choice. The magic of the dungeon has assured that you will be forever devoted to your new mate.

  You pull away from his kiss with a mischievous smile.

  "Let me clean you, my love," you say and drop to your knees. The taste of his seed and your juices fill your mouth as you begin to clean your lover w
ithout using your hands.

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  Encounter Seven - Escape the nymph

  The juices of the nymph's pitcher have awakened your lust, but you remain in control of your mind. You resist the urge to kiss the nymph and fondle her beautiful body.

  "Put me down on the ground," you command.

  "Yes," she coos and sets you gently on your feet.

  You know you should probably draw your sword and end the life of this miserable creature. You cannot summon the cruelty as she looks at you expectantly. You need to be away from her before you change your mind about touching her.

  "Sleep," you tell her. "Rest and sleep."

  "Of course," she says. "I am very tired."

  She slips her pale legs into the trunk of her plant and closes her eyes. Her body is swallowed up by the protective vines, hiding her from view and leaving you alone with her gently gurgling pitchers. You do not want to know what is inside those other closed pitchers. Certainly nothing alive. It is time to leave.

  You find your way through the moonlit jungle to a clearing. No, something more than a clearing, you have reached the edge of the jungle once more. The walls of the dungeon curve ahead of you, thick with green moss, and the overgrown stones conceal the faint outline of a rectangular door. It is rusty iron, like the door you entered, but you are certain this is not the same door.

  Checking behind you to make sure you have not been followed, you search with your fingers for a latch to open the door. You find a hidden recess and a small mechanism that turn. You hear a clank as the door is unlocked. You pull on the mechanism and, with effort, the thick iron door swings open into the courtyard.

  You step into the dark, rough-hewn tunnel. The door slams shut behind you and you realize there is no way to open it back up. Your eyes adjust slowly to the darkness and you can make out a faint, blue light in the distant tunnel.

  The musty stone gives way to tiles and an actual hallway. A brazier of blue flame burns in the center of an open chamber. You are on your guard, but there does not seem to be a monster here. In fact, it seems many people have made camp in the past beside the blue flame. The tiled walls are covered in graffiti in various languages, but it is too dim to really make it out.

  "Two doors," you say, realizing there are two iron doors set into the graffiti-covered walls on opposite sides of the chamber.

  You study the iron doors by the dim blue flame. There are symbols carved into the stone above them. One seems to be a winged lion. The other a snake with a human head. The symbols are crude, so it is hard to be certain what they mean.

  "Now which door do I take?" you wonder aloud.

  Which door do you enter?

  The doo with the human-headed snake

  The door with the winged lion

  Aftermath - Trust Reemek

  You've been through so much, but it's not time to curl up in your bed and pull the blanket over your head. Not with all those women still living this nightmare.

  "Jacinda, you head for Tarol with Heidi and Camilla. I will go with the orc and talk to this Wokan."

  "Sister!" cries Camilla. "You cannot go back in there! They will tie you up and rape you."

  "After what I've faced? I'm not afraid of some orcs." You hope you sound convincing. Truthfully, you are afraid, but you see no better option.

  After a round of tearful hugs, Jacinda departs with Heidi and Camilla holding hands behind her. They vow to keep off the main road after Reemek warns any mass retreat from Madreg's forward camps would use that route. You wait until they have gone from view.

  "Alright, Reemek, prove yourself to me."

  "As you say."

  He leads you from the greens up to a tiled promenade. There are signs of combat - broken windows and fading blood stains - but the castle seems mostly intact. A door opens on the castle and a pair of brawny, green-skinned orc warriors emerge. They growl a challenge and Reemek growls right back at them. When they snarl in anger he beats his fist against his chest and roars. The two orcs back down and allow you to pass into the castle.

  "What was that?" you ask him.

  "They wanted me to wait outside while they take you in and fuck you. I tell them I am in hurry."

  "Glad you sorted that out," you say, feeling nothing like relief.

  The interior of the castle is filled with orc graffiti and other obvious signs of damage and violence. Reemek stays ahead of you, checking every doorway before ushering you past. You hear the snores of many orcs at one doorway. At another you hear a woman whimpering and an orc grunting with pleasure. You prepare to cast a spell into the room, but Reemek pulls you back and shakes his head.

  Once you've made it around the corner from the room, Reemek explains, "Only listen to Boss Wokan. We kill mountain orc, boss not listen."

  You find Boss Wokan in the castles throne room, sprawled naked atop a pile of furs with his big feet resting on the throne. Several sleeping women are spread out on the furs with him. He grunts and rolls onto his side, the fat hose of his cock flopping across his thigh. His sleep-heavy eyes fall upon you and Reemek standing in the unguarded doorway of the throne room. His eyes go wide. He shoves the women away and climbs to his feet.

  "Reemek! What you do here?" He waves a clawed hand. "Why human bitch here?"

  "Madreg dead. I rule now." Reemek takes a step towards the larger mountain orc. "You and orcs here listen to me. We go down into the dungeon and release humans."

  Wokan stares at Reemek for several seconds, flicks his gaze to you, and then roars with laughter. You wince at the way his shaking, rumbling laughs make his long cock swing back and forth.

  "You rule now! Good joke!" Wokan's expression turns serious. "Where castle, Reemek? Where boys of tribe? Seems to me you bring human bitch as bodyguard. She the one with sword."

  Concerned this may be heading towards a physical altercation, you draw your sword and toss it onto the floor of the room. The loud clang of it on the stones startles the women. They cry and run out of the room.

  "I don't need a sword to beat you, Wokan," you say, joining Reemek. "You're going to listen to Reemek and you are going to send your men into the dungeon to free all of the women trapped down there."

  Wokan laughs again, though he seems more amused and less angry.

  "You brave, girl," he says. "And you got nice tits. But why I help women in dungeon?"

  "Because if you swear your allegiance to Reemek and clear the dungeon, I'll fuck you senseless."

  You walk past Reemek, swinging your hips as you approaching the hulking mountain orc. You press your body against his muscular chest. He stands two heads taller than you and his cock is thick enough to belong to a mule. You lift it in both hands and stroke it against your thighs.

  "I am a princess, you know," you say to the mountain orc. "With Madreg gone, you'll want to be on the good side of a human like me."

  "Mmmmm," is Wokan's only answer.

  His big hands fall to your hips, sliding around to your ass and squeezing it. You kiss his chest and rock hard abdomen. You let your tongue trail down to his stiffening cock, pressed upright between your body and his. You stroke Wokan's massive manhood with both hands and begin to give him a wet and very eager licking.

  This was not how you planned to handle the orc boss. You imagined yourself casting spells on him until he submitted or perhaps helping with Reemek. As you climb atop the hulking orc, straddling him and sliding your tight quim onto his cock, it all makes sense. You don't feel guilt or shame about what you are doing. You feel the pleasure of the huge cock, filling you completely, and you even motion to Reemek. He joins you and you lean sideways and take him into your mouth.

  With grace and ardor, you pleasure both orcs. After the things you have seen in that dungeon, orc bodies are downright handsome and their fat cocks satisfy your every desire. You won't let them fill you with cum, but they hardly seem to care as you ride them, suck them, take them in both quim and ass at the same time, and let them shower you with their hot seed.
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  "Fine," groans Wokan as you lick the seed from his third orgasm off the bulging head of his cock. "I swear the mountain orcs to Reemek. We go down in the dungeon and free the humans."

  "And bring them here," you add.

  "Yes, bring them here," agrees Wokan, giving your bottom a smack. You stand up and walk towards the door to the throne room.

  "Where you going?" demands Wokan.

  "Tarol," you say. "Come and see me there when you are done and we can have a bit more fun."

  You walk out of the castle's main gate. None of the mountain orcs try to stop you.

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  Epilogue - Brood Queen of the Lizardmen

  Marrying a six foot tall reptile was not something you imagined for yourself even when trapped in the depravity of Madreg's dungeon. Yet here you stand, before a muttering crowd of Tarol citizens and silent lizardman warriors, about to be wed to King Scin'rik with his red-painted snout and his unblinking, inhuman eyes. He wears a great crown of gold upon his head and you, bare to the waist, are daubed in red paint to give you the slightest modesty.

  As the translator repeats the lizardman shaman's oath of marriage, you hear the sobs of some of the servants who knew you when you were a little girl. This marriage is probably most painful to them. Truth be told, though strange, you are vaguely curious about what being married to a lizardman will entail. After everything you endured in that dungeon, you are not afraid, nor are you ashamed of your husband.

  "I forever pledge my blood and my children to my mate, King Scin'rik," you begin the oath and proceed to recite all fifty lines. You've memorized them already and did not need the translation.

  You complete the ceremony with an improvised kiss on Scin'rik's snout. He pulls back, unfamiliar with the human gesture, but understands after a moment and leans in to allow you to kiss him again. A carriage awaits to carry you and the lizardman to your family's retreat in the hills.