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

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by Amanda Clover

Your eyes widen as you feel something pressing against your submerged cunt. It's as if the slime is focusing its density and pressing into your hot channel. Cool, thick slime cock pushes into your quim. The caustic enzyme sizzle through your maidenhead with a sudden pinch of pain, freeing the way for the slime to plunder your tender fuckhole.

  Fear and pleasure mingle. The slime wraps your arms and spreads your legs wide. Slithering slime tentacles wind around your breasts, squeezing them and sucking at them until your nipples are straining beneath translucent green caps. Your quim is stretched around the probing slime. It reaches into your womb and shudders in and out of you with maddening speed.

  "Yes! No! Gods, help me!" you cry in a panic of pleasure.

  The slime fills your cunt to bursting. It sucks you into its body until only your head is still above its gelatinous surface. Your shriek with pleasure and terror as another tendril opens your ass, plunging deep into your bowels. Your body heaves and twists at the whim of the slime's deceptive strength. Your pleasure rides waves of horror as your body is utterly defiled by the slime.

  "Let it end," you cry, as another orgasm shudders through your body.

  As if sensing that your mind is near its limit, the purple nucleus of the slime has drifted closer. Spheres begin to detach from this singular organ and they are pushed into your uterus forcefully. You moan and drool with pleasure as they push into your womb, filling it to the limit, stretching you and opening your innermost cove.

  The slime appendages stuffing your pussy and ass begin to throb and you feel an undeniable pressure and warmth from the coolness of the gelatinous tentacles. It is gushing into your womb, bathing its own deposit in some condensed jelly that squeezes from its translucent cocks. It fills your belly, stuffs your ass, but most importantly, it bathes your womb in fertilizing evil.

  Pleasure and happiness eliminates the last of your fear and anger. Adrift in the slime, only your face left uncovered so you can breathe, you are drawn into the ancient drain pipe you had hoped to use as an escape. Such thoughts of freedom are long gone. You want only to serve your new mate, the slime.

  CONTINUE >

  Special Encounter - Try your breasts

  You're not glad the door isn't opening, but the lake of cum the randy door has spurted onto the floor of the hallway provides you with another means to try to give him pleasure. You're not exactly eager to smear more of his white goo onto your body. You scoop up a gelatinous wad of warm spunk and slap it onto your soft breasts.

  "What are you doing there, my lovely?" asks the door.

  "Giving it another try," you say, massaging the foul-smelling cock butter into your chest, spreading it over and between your breasts until they are glistening.

  You scoop up a bit more and slather it onto the door's cock. He lets out a groan and watches your hands tugging his flaccid fuck knob until it reawakens and swells back up to full hardness. You rise high on your knees and lean your shoulders back. The natural curve of your breasts catch the underside of the door's huge cock. You release your grip on him and use both hands to squeeze your soft tits around his shaft.

  "Aaaahhh, so soft! Like two slippery pillows!"

  The door's already strange eyes now bulge with delight as he watches your tits swallow his cock up like a pheasant sausage held in a butter roll. The bulbous tip of his cock sticks out from your cum-greased cleavage. You tuck your chin down and give him a slow lick, your eyes on him as you begin to move against his cock.

  "Squeeze me! Just like that! It is divine!" He cries as you begin to wank him with your tits. "You must be sent by the gods."

  "That good, huh?" you giggle as you move against him. "Come on then, you big slab of metal. Cum for me."

  You slap your tits the length of his shaft, bouncing them against his "face" and sliding them back up to the tip again and again. The obscene friction begins to heat up between your breasts, forcing you to pause and add another slathering of goo scooped up from the floor. You smack your tights tightly around him, squeezing and shaping your breasts to the throbbing iron of his cockmeat.

  It's hard work. You have to thrust your whole body and work your thigh muscles and buttocks as you slide up and down against him. Sweat drenches your body. Your pussy churns at the bizarre act. You wish you could free a hand to diddle your aching clit. Too bad this job requires both hands.

  "Ohhhh, I can't stand much more," moans the door. "Those soft cushions are going to...ahhh...going to...AAHH!"

  You free him from the soft prison of your cleavage and grasp his cock with both hands. It's almost purple with pleasure. You aim the tip at your flushed bosom and tug him urgently. He bellows out his wordless bliss as his cock thrashes in your grasp. Hot goo whips across your breasts, slathering the curve of your ample breasts and painting hot, white spunk over your nipples and into the valley between your breasts. Each powerful jerk of his hose produces another sloppy gush of cum that bastes your tits and runs down to your thighs and drains onto the floor.

  By the time you are finished and his cock begins to soften in your grasp, it is as if you've upended several pitchers of the door's gooey broth all over your body and onto the floor. You gently tug the last of his cum out and then stand up and inspect the sheath of stick semen covering the front half of your body from your bust down. You look at the door expectantly.

  "Yes, alright, very well. Your lovely bosom has given me the perfect release. I will open for you."

  There is a loud clank of a shifting lock and the door swings towards you. Immediately, heat and the sound of rain confronts you. The back of the door is covered in a layer of moss and rust and it has opened the way to what appears to be a way out.

  "Is this the exit?" you ask, your heart soaring.

  "The courtyard," says the door. "The sorcerer keeps beasts out there, so be careful."

  You step through the door and smile up at the night sky. The monsoon rain is warm and washes away the filth of the dungeon. The tropical air is hot and filled with the smell of the jungle that extends into the night. You have never been in a jungle before, but you have read about them. Huge trees and strange animals.

  You set off into the wilderness, glad to forget that you are still trapped within Madreg's prison. You do not know what magic or construction opens to the sky, but you are not going to give up on escaping this nightmare.

  The heavy rain has turned the jungle muddy. You are on a hill looking down into a valley when a wrong step causes you to lose your footing. You fall onto the muddy ground and go sliding over the edge of the hill. Your heart races as you slide through the jungle growth, faster and faster, slipping towards the valley below with no idea of what awaits.

  CONTINUE >

  Special Encounter - Continue staring into the eyes

  You cannot resist that beautiful purple glow. Your concerns melt away. The darkness of the library seems to creep in, blanking out every detail but those magnificent eyes.

  "Come with me," rasps a voice and the words seem quite enticing.

  You following the purple glow of the eyes back down the row of books. They step into a smaller chamber with a table and chair and a rusty iron cup. You see that there is a man with purple flesh standing with you in this chamber, that those are his eyes, but it does not matter who or what he is. All that matters are those beautiful eyes.

  His hand caresses your shoulder. It is warm and smooth as it strokes your arm down to your wrist. Boney fingers wrap in your and pull you gently along.

  "You are very beautiful," says the voice.

  The words seems to come from the eyes and you answer them with your thanks. Your face flushes with embarrassed gratitude.

  "Sit in the chair now and relax. Look at my eyes in the reflection."

  You sit down in the chair at the table and realize that there is a mirror hung from the chamber's stone wall. It allows you to stare into those violet eyes, those gorgeous, wonderful eyes, as the man with those eyes stands behind and above you. He rests his boney hands on your shoulders
.

  "What shall I do now?" you ask.

  "Think of something nice," rasps the voice.

  You picture your castle and your horses. You are vaguely aware of those smooth hands on your shoulders. Something appears from the shadows, like a small, purple octopus that reaches out its tentacles and wraps over the back and sides of your head. Suction cups cradle your face and hold your neck.

  There is a loud crunch that reverberates inside you followed by a sucking sound that reaches down into your mind. Your eyes roll back in your head as your happy thoughts disappear into the slurping mouth of the mindsucker.

  Your brain has just been sucked out and eaten, which makes living pretty difficult. Unfortunately, your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Suck Her Cock

  Ashara could ask you to walk through a fire and you might do it. Asking you, nearly begging you, to suck her glorious cock, particularly after sampling her delicious precum, is a request you gladly answer. You grip her huge cock with both hands and without hesitation you engulf her swollen, sweeping cockhead in your mouth. Your warm spit soaks her tip and you suck and hollow your cheeks around it.

  "Ohhhhhhh!" cries the succubus, bringing both hands to gently rest up on your head, fingers weaving into your golden tresses. "Your mouth... Kirsten, my princess, it is so wonderful. Your tongue... yes... lick me just like that."

  Your tongue devours her hot cock. Your mouth swallows it. You bob your head with growing lust, moaning around her, stroking her into the sucking depths of your throat. You want to fit every inch in your mouth, but you cannot manage it all. You pleasure her shaft with two hands and pop your lips over the head.

  "Mmmmmm!" you cry, looking up at her and into her eyes. Her breasts heave, her lavender-tinted nipples plump and erect atop her jiggling, upturned mounds. The sight of them only fuels your lust. Your spit soaks down her cocks and drenches her stones. You slurp lewdly on her, wetly, flicking your tongue against her cockhead and moaning again.

  "Such a princess," cries Ashara. "Where did you learn such things?"

  "Mmmmm, from my father's books, my sweet succubus," you reply. "And a story or two whispered to me by serving girls."

  She gently pulls your head down and stuffs her cock back between the oval of your lips. You moan and resume sucking and bobbing on her.

  "I'm glad your father kept such books," cries Ashara, thrusting her hips and working her cock into your mouth. "And that you were such a naughty... ohhh... girl to find them."

  You add a twist to the motion of your lips over her cock. Your tongue cradles her throbbing under side and you work her dripping shaft with both of your hands. Ashara's cries of pleasure grow louder and louder. Ashara's cock seems to swell in your mouth and her bollocks seem to tighten against her turgid root. You are fairly certain she is about to spurt her seed.

  What do you do?

  Swallow her hot load

  Milk her spunk with your hands

  Encounter Fifteen - You Suck the Wolf

  Making up your mind sends a hot thrill through your body. It's perverse. It's demented. And it's what you want.

  "Why are you smiling like that?" asks Bjorn.

  "I've made up my mind. I want the wolf."

  Bjorn is clearly surprised, but he's not arguing. Without another word, he shifts into the form of a huge direwolf. The thick gray fur sprouts all over his body as he drops to all fours and his limbs, snout and tail shift. He looks at you with the same piercing blue eyes, cold as ice. He wags his tail and walks over to the chair. He places his front feet up on the seat of the chair, exposing his underbelly. The glistening red of his cock is just beginning to peak out of its furry sheath.

  The atmosphere of the cabin seems twenty degrees warmer. Sweat prickles your brow and your heart hammers in your chest as you walk slowly over to the chair. That wolf, Bjorn, looks at you, its fanged mouth open and its pink tongue flicking with its panting breath.

  "G-good boy," you say, stroking his soft coat. "I know what you want. Just, b-be a good boy."

  You're more nervous doing the unspeakable deed with this wolf than you were facing off against monsters with your sword. The sight of his pink and crimson cock, extending slowly from its sheath, only increases your nerves. But you're not backing out. A part of you really does want this. You want to choose to violate one of the deepest taboos. You drop to your knees beside Bjorn and lean your head beneath him. You inhale the animal musk of his cock. So strong and so inhuman.

  His glistening cock is hot to the touch. You tease it with your fingertips before grasping him in your hand. Most of his cock is a pale, glistening pink, with dozens of tiny red capillaries visible along the shaft. There is a darker patch that strangle matches the light and dark patterns in Bjorn's fur. The tip is very blunt, flat, not rounded like the penis of a human.

  Bjorn whines as you begin to stroke him gently with your hand. He wags his tail and dances from foot to foot, thrusting himself into your fist. You lean a bit closer, close enough that his fur brushes your cheek. Your heart is pounding. You stick out your tongue and taste him. Salty, sweet, and extremely warm. He whines above you, louder than before.

  "Alright," you say. "Alright, I can do this."

  This animal, this beast, never meant to be with a woman and yet you offer him your mouth willingly. You part your lips and take his hot, thrusting cock across your tongue. Your mouth closes. You suck his thrusting, lupine beast cock. Unwilling to stop now that you have begun, even as it presses to the back of your throat and nearly makes you gag.

  "Mmmmmmhmmm," you moan around him. You thrust your fingers into your loincloth and begin to furiously rub your clit. Bjorn thrusts into your mouth. He begins to hump your face with bestial abandon. Your spit lubricates his thrusts and your mouth fills with the unique tang of his beastly precum.

  The laws of men forbid what you are doing. Most of the gods forbid what you are doing. But your body, oh how your body responds to the depraved act of sucking that animal cock. You moan louder and louder, fingers working feverishly to frig your straining clit. Your tongue curls beneath Bjorn's lupine shaft. His furry balls slap against your face.

  He cums with sudden force, bursting against the back of your throat and the inside of your cheek. Your tongue is bathed in his beastly brine. You swallow and yet it is not enough as he gushes, forcefully, again and again into your mouth. You moan and cum against your fingers as you suck the hot seed from Bjorn's pumping lupine cock. It dribbles down your chin and coats your mouth in his unique flavor.

  "Oh gods," you cry, finally slipping your mouth off his cock. You return to it for a few more bobs on his shaft and a final gush of tangy cum. You bathe his cock with your tongue. You ease him out of your mouth slowly and finally and lean back on your knees. Your fingers work on your clit and you rub yourself to a sharp, short orgasm enhanced by the feel of Bjorn slimy cum on your lips and decorating your breasts.

  You rise unsteadily to your feet. Your thighs are still shaking from your orgasm and your sense of smell is distorted by the rankness of Bjorn's semen.

  The wolf drops its front paws down from the chair and begins to lick its own cock as that appendage retreats into Bjorn's lupine sheath. The black door is beckoning you and you start walking towards it. Bjorn watches you without changing back into a human.

  The black door opens easily enough into a room of almost total darkness. The floor is rocky and strewn with tiny pebbles that roll beneath your feet. There is a single round entrance cut into this stone floor, smooth and perfect, and from within you can hear a howling wind. There is the start of an iron ladder bolted into the curved shaft. You do not want to go back down, into the underworld of Madreg's dungeon, but you see no alternative.

  You climb down into the darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Nine - Magic

  You dare not draw your sword against Mido. That does not mean you are going to allow her to dominate you so easily. You spl
ay your fingers in casting posture and begin a quick incantation. To your surprise, Mido mirrors the gesture, speaking quickly and holding her hand outstretched and clawed fingers splayed.

  You cast a spell of polymorph across the room. White light flashes from your fingertips and seems to coalesce and change colors in the palm of Mido's hand. She completes her incantation and the spell fires back at you.

  A counter spell!

  The flash of green light surrounds you and burns painfully through your flesh from head to toe. You experience a sensation as if your legs are being lashed together with straps of hot leather. You fall to your knees, except you no longer have knees. You feel your body stretching and changing. Your shoulders grow wider and your legs keep stretching longer and longer. You descend into a daze of agony as the transformation takes a seeming eternity to complete.

  You feel Mido lifting you upright, holding you in her gentle arms. She is smiling at you.

  "Sister," she says. "I always wanted one, but my brother ate all my sisters when we were only little crawlers."

  "W-what have you done?" you moan.

  "I have made you more beautiful," she laughs. "Look, my dear. You are a lamia now. Just like me."

  She turns your head with her fingers and forces you look down at your body. At the pale widening of your hips, your flesh disappears beneath yellow and orange scales. When you try to move your legs you instead slither forth on a long, thick serpent. You can feel the coolness of your scales. You can feel the carpet stretching beneath them.

  You upper body has changed as well. Your eyes have widened and you see the warmth of the lanterns and the coolness of Mido's scales as if the lightness and darkness were the same as the heat in the room. Your entire body has enlarged and your breasts, although larger, are now much smaller compared to your proportions. They are still pert and lovely, they just do not stick out so much from your chest. You run your hands over them and fondle your nipples, which now seem very sensitive.

 

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