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

by Amanda Clover

  "You are only delaying the inevitable," mocks Madreg.

  But you're not delaying at all. You've crossed the distance to him and you drive the tip of your sword into his chest with such speed and ferocity he does not even try to defend himself. The blade punches through his frail body and out his back, completely impaling him. The mad wizard staggers back. Gurgling as black blood oozes down his chin.

  "You think this can stop me?" he laughs. "A sword?"

  He grips the sword by its hilt and pulls it from his chest. He tosses it to the floor with a clang that rings as loud as a church bell against the stones of the cathedral. You leap over it as you swing the base of an iron candelabra and smash the arrogant wizard in the side of his head. He drops to the ground, his legs kicking out and his hands spasming uncontrollably. You seize a hot, smoking censer and drive the incense-filled implement into his face with enough force to break it open. Ashes and sparks explode from the ruptured censer.

  Madreg gurgles and spasms on the floor, clutching at his face as he wildly kicks his legs. You scramble back and cast a spell of seeking missiles. It's a simple attack spell that fires glowing darts from your fingertips. These curve through the air and strike Madreg with unerring accuracy. He's still moving, so you pick up one of the discarded spears of the chanters.

  A gentle hand on your shoulder stops you from impaling the mad wizard. Ashara smiles weakly. Her cheeks are hollow and her beautiful eyes sunken. Her lips cracked as if she has been through a desert.

  "Please," she croaks, "I will finish him."

  Her sensual movements are restrained by a limp. She manages a swing of her hips as she climbs upon the thrashing wizard. Her hands cradle his head and she holds him still as her soft lips fall to his mouth. Madreg is drained of his life force in a single kiss. He arches beneath her and his body begins to disintegrate into ashes and lavender smoke. In seconds, he has crumbled beneath Ashara and there is nothing left of him but an oily stain on the stones.

  The succubus rises to her feet. Her lavender tint has returned and her face no longer appears sickly. Her violet eyes meet your gaze and she saunters towards you.

  "Why did you save me?" she asks. "You could have escaped with your old wizard."

  "No one gave me hope in all of this until I met you, Ashara."

  "You trusted me?" She strokes a lock of hair from her face and pins it behind her ear. She is close enough that you can smell her sweetness in the air.

  "No," you laugh, trying not to react to your desire to touch her. "You warned me not to trust you. Remember?"

  "Why then?" She cocks her head to the side and looks at you, genuinely curious.

  Your pulse quickens looking into her eyes.

  "I saved you because..."

  What do you tell her?

  "...I need your help."

  "...I love you."

  Encounter Two - Lair of the Scarabs

  You step into the cave and strain your ears to locate the source of the clicking sounds that echo in the darkness. It is almost as if a cricket's chirp is being slowed down. The floors are slippery, so you creep cautiously deeper into the cave, among various pale stalagmites that are smooth beneath your fingers.

  There is an unpleasant odor as you move deeper into the cave. A mustiness that is not purely mineral. You still have not identified the clicking sound, but it appears there is a way out of the cave on the opposite end of the large space. You can see a rocky outcropping within easy climbing reach. Faint light spills across the landing and into the cave from another tunnel.

  You step out from among the stalagmites, walking towards the ledge, when you realize the clicking has ceased. You stop moving. In the vast silence that follows, you can hear each drip of water from the ceiling and the steady thump of your heart in your ears. Water spatters against your breasts and runs down your flat belly.

  You hear a thrumming vibration and resist the urge to scream as a creature the size of a dog drops from the ceiling on buzzing wings. It appears to be a huge beetle with a smooth brown carapace and glossy red eyes. When it is flying, the scarab's long abdomen curves beneath it almost like the stinger of a wasp. There even appears to be a little fleshy barb at the tip.

  The scarab creature lands on the floor of the cave between you and the ledge and begins crawling slowly and sniffing its proboscis into debris. It does not seem to have seen you, although its insect behavior is hard to judge for certain. What is certain is that the only way out is through the creature. Studying the elongated brown abdomen, now trailing behind the scarab, you feel the sickening twinge of the labyrinth's magic.

  Could that stinger-like appendage at the tip really be a means for this insect to breed with a human? You're afraid to find out the answer to that question.

  What do you do?

  WAIT

  PARLEY

  ATTACK

  MAGIC

  SURRENDER

  Special Encounter - Get On Your Knees

  Your hips continue to swivel and you runs your hands up to your breasts and squeeze them so hard that your fingers sink into the soft flesh. You hard nipples jut between your spread fingers.

  "Take them out for me, boys," you coo, dancing from side to side, turning and thrusting your furry quim at them. "Let me see those cocks."

  Yalak squeals with excitement and unties his loincloth. His green and pink cock sticks straight up from his lap and he grips it in his hand and gives it a squeezing stroke.

  "Good, good," you purr, stroking his leg as you descend to your knees in front of the bench. You turn your attention to Olaf. "Come on, gnome. Don't be shy about it."

  "Alright, lass," he grunt, shifting his belly and unbuttoning his dirty coverall. He reaches in and drags out the crimson length of his cock. It sticks out from a thick nest of gray pubic hair. He squeezes it tight and produces a drop of precum from the tip. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

  "Mmmmmmm, yes," you giggle, rubbing his leg.

  Your hands find their cocks and you squeeze and stroke them. They groan with pleasure, watching you and watching your hands. You measure the difference between them. Yalak's is a tiny bit thinner and longer, just a little warmer in your grasp. Olaf's is not just thicker. It seems harder as you stroke it and produces much more copious precum that slicks your fingers and lubricates your stroking hand.

  "Lass... " Olaf's head falls back against the bench. "Your hand is soft as a cushion."

  "Please, more," whines Yalak, urging you to stroke him faster by fucking against your gentle fist.

  Perhaps a double wank would satisfy these two. Would it satisfy you?

  What do you do?

  Wank them both to completion

  Suck Yalak and yank Olaf

  Suck Olaf and yank Yalak

  Suck them both

  Encounter Seven - Magic

  This evil plant girl might be used to swallowing humans, but she clearly does not expect you to be able to use magic. She stares down, seeming to wait for you to surrender to the relaxing warmth of the liquid in her pitcher. Instead, you fight off the urge to slip deeper into the liquid. You raise your hand out of the honey-sweet juice and extend all five fingers.

  You look defiantly into her eyes as you begin to cast the spell. You know just the magic to use on this horrible nymph, a little taste of her own power. She seems to realize that you are speaking the magic tongue and she slides over the edge of the pitcher, trying to grab you and interrupt your spell. You ward her off with your free hand and complete the casting as she wails in anger.

  "You little bitch! I'll pull you... apart... and... and..."

  The charm spell quiets her anger and a dull, serene expression graces her pretty face.

  "Lift me out," you command.

  The nymph does not hesitate to reach down and pull you into her smooth arms. They are cool to the touch and she is surprisingly strong, lifting your dripping body out of the liquid and pulling you with her against the her plant. It's a twist green trunk as wide as a tree trunk. Sh
e rests against it, looking at you with faint happiness as she holds you in her arms. Her shapely breasts press against yours. Her dark green nipples rub the sensitive buds of your nipples.

  You realize the nymph is completely under your influence. You could have her do whatever you wanted, so long as it does not harm her and break the spell.

  You rub your honey-slicked nipples back and forth against hers and you both moan with pleasure.

  Oh, yes, you can do whatever you desire...

  What do you do?

  Take your pleasure from the nymph

  Escape the nymph

  Escape from the Dungeon

  Reemek leads you and your sisters through miles of tunnel to the surface. It is an exhausting journey, but the sight of light as you near the end rejuvenates you completely.

  You emerge onto a grassy plain and atop a nearby hill you see a handsome castle. The sun warms your face and shoulders. The sky is purest azure, not a cloud in the heavens, and it seems to mirror the sudden joy you feel upon at last emerging to freedom. You and your sisters share a laugh, but the presence of the orc reminds you that this is not completely over.

  "What about that castle?" you ask. "That's not where I entered."

  Though large, it seems far too small to sit atop such a vast dungeon.

  "Madreg's dungeon has many faces and more exits," says Reemek. "Each time he conquer new kingdom, he connect castle to his turtle. They breaking apart now he dead."

  "Where is this place?" you ask, not recognizing the gray stones and candlelit windows.

  "Yarland," says Jacinda. "Mother sent me here once in the hopes I would marry one of the princes. He was, well, more interested in the stable boys than in me. So I returned."

  "That's not far from Tarol," you say. "We're almost home. Reemek, what about the others in the dungeon? What about Madreg's army?"

  "The orcs and goblins will become tribes again. Some fight. Some go away." The orc looks up at the castle. "Mountain orc named Wokan in charge of this castle. You let me, I go talk to him. You come with. Get surrender and make Wokan go down to free prisoners. Free from breeding pits too."

  "He would do this?" you ask, doubting the willingness of orcs to help the women they enslaved.

  "I make him," says Reemek. "You trust me."

  "No, please," says Heidi. "I just want to go home. Go back to Tarol. I can't do this anymore."

  Jacinda puts her arm around Heidi. "Sister, I could lead Heidi back to Tarol. On foot, it will only take us two days. If you trust this orc, this could save many lives. Do you trust him?"

  Reemek's expression is unreadable. You personally saw the orc kill some of your father's men. Now that you are on the cusp of freedom, every bit of you wants to go with your sisters and run to Tarol. But you feel a sense of duty to all of the women trapped in the prison beneath and the many more in Madreg's breeding pits. The human slaves may rise up, but those women will be among the first casualties of any conflict to come.

  What do you do?

  Trust Reemek and talk to the mountain orcs

  Head for Tarol now with your sisters

  Special Encounter - Wild Debauchery With Yalak and Olaf

  The brandy flows freely and between you, Yalak, and Olaf the bottle is gone in a few more passes. The fire in your belly can only be answered with more debauchery and before you know it you are in a passionate liplock with a goblin. Funny, a princess twisting tongues with a knife-eared greenskin like Yalak. It makes you giggle. But you're not laughing as Olaf joins you, pressing against your back and stroking your ass and your tender quim. You push back against his fingers and share your kiss with him, tasting the brandy on his lips.

  Your hands and your kisses awaken their cocks once again and a little maneuvering positions Yalak for your mouth and Olaf with a firm grip on your rear end. He teases his cock and your entrance, but you jerk your head up and give him a stern look.

  "I may be drunk," you slur, "but I'm not interested in any babies in my belly."

  Lucky for you, Olaf is respectful of your wishes. You doubt you could do anything once you're focused on sucking Yalak and bobbing your mouth on his gobling goo-stick. Olaf slides right into your tender ass with a generous lube of his precum. He slaps against your smooth cheeks with each thrust and drives your head down onto Yalak's cock. It feels so good, you can't help playing with your pussy as you take it from both ends.

  What a whore I've become, you think as you slurp on goblin cock and take a gnome in your ass. Any girl could be forced into his predicament, but it takes a whore to enjoy it as much as you are. Better to take pride in being a whore than to feel shame.

  "Fill my ass with your cum," you gasp and add to Yalak, "Let me taste your spunk."

  Before long, your wishes are granted. Olaf blasts his spunk deep into your ass, setting off your orgasm. You're cumming against your fingers as Yalak thrusts between your lips and paints your tongue with his salty seed. You suck it all down, relishing the hot, raunchy taste and the smell of sex that fills the air.

  More laughing and stroking and you are on your knees, wanking Olaf's cock between your tits. Yalak strokes himself as he watches. The gnome fucks between your squeezing mounds, the friction heat growing until it's almost painful. He pops his cock from between your tits and milks himself with his hand. You hold your mouth open wide, tongue out, and he glazes your face with his goo. You gulp it down and smear some more into your mouth.

  Yalak gets you on your knees and takes a turn in your ass. You beg for his load inside you, frigging yourself as he fucks, but the naughty goblin pulls out and blasts his seed all over your back and over your jiggling buttocks. You finish yourself with your fingers while both of them watch.

  They're both exhausted, heads lolling from drink and cocks raw from all the fun, but you insist on more. Your tongue and lips and sucking mouth reawaken them both. You play a game with them. A dangerous one. You lie back on the bench with your legs held and your knees against your tits to expose your virgin quim and your pink little asshole. They, in turn, stand before you, wanking their cocks and rubbing them against your tender pink folds. Their precum mingles with your wetness. Yalak teases just inside your pussy with his cock. One stroke and he would claim you. One more and he would likely fill you with his seed. You spread yourself with your fingers, showing him your deeper pink.

  "You want it, don't you?" you hiss, rubbing your clit and holding your innocent channel open.

  "Yessss," cries Yalak, flogging his fuckmeat.

  "Rub it here," you tap your clit. "Rub it right against my... ohhhh... yes, like that. Just like that. Can you make me cum like that?"

  Yalak can't. He loses it, rubbing against your clit, and lets out a high squeal of pleasure. His thinning cum sprays out wildly, dripping across your folds and down onto your asshole. His hot seed is diminished in quantity and quality. Still, you direct his spray away from your spread quim, not wanting to tempt things any more.

  But you do tempt things more. Olaf takes his turn at the game and his cock feels so good as it presses into your hole. Just the tip. Oh, gods, just the tip. You squeeze yourself shut and make him take it out. He rubs his slick cock against your clit.

  "Do you want to fuck me?" you ask, looking up into his eyes as he rubs against your clit.

  "More than anything," groans Olaf.

  "But we can't do that, can we?" you say, grinding your hips and sliding your spread pussy tantalizingly past his glans. His hot precum smears your open pink. One little push and that fat, bulging bell would be past your maidenhead and buried in your channel.

  "Ohhhhh... gods of stone... we cannot. You... mmmm... said we cannot."

  "Did I?" you bite your lip. Your breath is coming faster and you know you're very close to orgasm. You rub him against your clit some more, his precum glistening on your pink bud and dewy on your golden hair.

  "Y-yes..." gasps Olaf, obviously tortured by your hot, virgin pussy. "You said, no babies in your belly. I... I wouldn't... ohhh... want
to dishonor you..."

  You roll your hips and stroke your pussy against him again. You're so close. It would feel so good to let him fuck you. Would it really be so bad?

  What do you do?

  No more risks, play safe!

  Damn the risks, you need it!

  Encounter Fifteen - Surrender

  You know when you are beaten. Rather than get your throat torn out, or worse, you decide to take the only option left to you. The werewolves tense as you reach for your blade. You draw it slowly out of your scabbard and toss it into the grass at the feet of the alpha.

  "I surrender," you say, holding your hands up.

  He seems to smile and then he begins to change. It happens very quickly. His gray fur recedes into tanned, muscular human flesh. His snout flattens into a square-jawed human face. He is a well-made Noorman with long blond hair and a thick blond beard. His red eyes shift into piercing blue. His fat cock dangles between his legs.

  "A wise decision, bitch," says the alpha.

  He walks confidently towards you and strips off your sword belt and loincloth. He admires your naked body. The other members of the pack, still in their hybrid form, growl and come closer to sniff at you. He tolerates it for a moment, their cold noses prodding at your body, and then he growls loudly and forces them to retreat from you. They are surprisingly fearful of his human snarl, considering they all tower over him and have huge claws and teeth.