Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder
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"Ohhhhhh," moans the old hunchback. "Warm pretty so much nicer than cold one."
He leans into you and smothers you with a slobbery, wretched kiss. It takes all of your fortitude not to gag as the warm slug of his tongue slithers between your lips and gives you a taste of his rotten mouth. You commit to the depravity of the moment, falling with him onto the hill of bones and pulling his wiry body against you as you continue to tug at his throbbing cock.
He breathes noisily through his nostrils and continues to kiss you and grope your breasts with one hand while the other finally wriggles into your loincloth. His fingers are rough against your tender flower and his touch is clumsy. You finally grow tired of his fumbling and push him off of you and onto his back.
"Put your tongue to use, old man," you says as you mount his face and drop your hot groove against his filthy lips. His tongue squirms inside you and you let out a groan, rocking back and smothering his face beneath your shapely bottom.
"NNnnnnnaaaa!" The old man moans with delight, grabbing your ass and thrusting his nose against your puckered hole. His tongue flips and slurps beneath you and his wiry beard rubs against your soft thighs.
While the old man is doing his enthusiastic best to lap your cunt, you drag his filthy robe up his scabrous thighs and expose his cock. It's pale and scarred, as if he's wounded it more than once, perhaps burning it. There is a terrible unwashed reek from his hardness and his gray pubic hair is matted with unmentionable filth.
It hardly gives you pause. Your mind and body are committed to this depraved act and you stuff your mouth full of the sour hardness of Vardak's cock. Your lips tighten around the bulging head and you suck hard, working your hand on his length while he answers each stroke with his tongue on your honey-slick slit. You only lift your mouth from urgent, thirsty slurping to slap his cock between your dangling breasts, draping their warm weight around him and wanking him into that soft valley.
Vardak's tongue explores your ass, his hot moans blowing over your quivering quim while the tip of his tongue forces open your hot wrinkle. With his tongue up your ass, you grind your clit against his bearded chin. Your pleasure grows and you return it to him, your spit soaking down his cock and the salty taste of his precum oozing over your tongue as your head bobs against him.
His tongue returns to your clit and this time he sucks wetly at your swollen folds, drawing on your aching bud and making you moan around the rancid cock in your mouth. You stuff it into your throat and gargle the filthy drippings of his greasy pre-spunk. Your eyes water with effort and maybe from the sour smell. Your hand works his spit-lubed shaft.
The old hunchback screams something, probably something idiotic, but it is muffled as you press your ass down into his face. A moment later your throat is pumped full of the hot broth of his clenching bollocks. You gulp it down, feeling it gurgle into your belly as his throbbing fucktool pumps you full of his seed. It drips from your lips and spills in yellow strands down his shaft.
You slurp it all up and cum in the throes of his salty spewload. Your thighs clamp around his scratchy beard and you smother him in your twitching groove. Your juices melt onto his tongue and grease his lips. Gasping, you lift your mouth from Vardak's spent spewrod and ride atop his face, working your hips until your orgasm has begun to subside.
With a last groan of pleasure, you dismount form the old hunchback's face and give the ugly old fool another kiss. This time your tongue pushes into his mouth and you give him a taste of his rotten spunk to share between you.
"Oh, pretty, warm pretty, what is your name?"
"Kirsten," you whisper, kissing the sores on his neck and nibbling at his crusty earlobe. "Princess Kirsten Sungbaard."
"Ohhhhh, pretty Kirsten, oh, my love. My beloved. My wife, er, my daughter. I love you."
The mad old man buries his face against your breasts, sobbing and kissing them, squeezing and moaning and licking them with his filthy tongue. You cradle him against your chest. There is no shame or guilt about what you have done. Only a simmering desire. Perhaps your own madness?
Karsk's pawing hands become more insistent. His fingers are between your thighs again and you gasp as he begins to suckle at one of your breasts like a bearded, wild-eyed baby. His fingers push past your slick folds.
"Pretty daughter, Kirsten," moans the old man against your nipple. "Warm and pretty. Time to make a baby now."
He pushes your thighs apart and you fall back into the bones. His cock is red and swollen and leaking with the discharge of his last orgasm. He kneels over you, licking his scabby lips as he moves to fuck you. The strangest thing is that you want him. You want his seed. It must be madness!
What do you do?
Madness! You want his seed!
Offer your ass instead
Swallow him again
Your hand is all he gets
Fight him off!
Special Encounter - The Bone Collector
You awaken in pain. At first, you feel as if you have been impaled, but as you shift your weight and sit up you realize that it is only something sharp jabbing into your back. You feel as if you've been badly bruised, but no broken bones, and you have new scrapes, but just a little blood. It is hard to judge your surroundings in the almost total darkness. The ground beneath you seems to shift like a pile of sticks. The smell of decay is strong in the air.
You get to your feet very carefully atop this pile, beginning to suspect that these are not sticks at all creaking beneath your feet. Standing gives you a better vantage and you see someone coming. It is a hunchbacked cripple leaning on a long pole for support. A blue lantern swings back and forth from the top of the pole as he makes his way up a pile of bones.
Somehow you manage to keep your feet despite the revelation that you are on a hill of skeletons. Hundreds of human and other skeletons surround you. Some are old corpses, desiccated completely, others are gnawed bones with a few bloody hunks of meat still clinging to them. Most are very old and dry.
The old hunchback lifts his head with its patchy hair and he spots you atop the pile. His mouth falls open in surprise, revealing rotten teeth. You see that his arms and face are covered in disturbing tattoos of death. He points a finger at you.
"Alive," he croaks. "Warm body. Wait. I have something for you."
Against your better judgment, and perhaps feeling the soreness of your fall, you do wait for the old crippled hunchback to approach. He squints at you as if he can barely see and tilts the lantern to hang over your head. He is shorter than you and his tattered robe, stained with all manner of filth, exposes his wiry arms and legs.
"Pretty one too," he says. "You fall down with the dead? Nobody living come down here."
"I'm alive," you admit.
He prods a finger into your breast and you swat his hand away, which makes him laugh.
"Nice and warm," he says and wets his lips. "Here. Vardak got a drink for you. Don't worry, just something to warm you more."
Vardak pulls out an iron flask and tears the cork out with his teeth. He takes a swig himself to prove it's not poison and then passes the flask to you. One sniff makes your eyes water. You've never had much strong drink. If anything would prompt you to start, it is standing on a mountain of bones in the depths of a creepy sex dungeon. You press the flask to your lips and take a long sip.
You instantly regret it. The alcohol burns down your throat and hits your belly like a fiery fist. You sputter and almost drop the flask. The hunchback catches it and tucks it away.
"Not much drinking for a pretty flower like you, eh?" The old hunchback cackles as you struggle just to breathe. "I should probably take you to the master now. He will help you. He hates Madreg. He's a prisoner here too. Both of us."
Vardak's hand is on your thigh before you realize he has taken a step closer. His strong body odor overpowers the stench of decay. Drool spills from his cracked lips and you see madness in his bloodshot eyes. His fingers wriggle between your legs and press against your mound through your loincloth.
Vardak's perverse desire is apparent. He is trying to force his affections on you.
What do you do?
Put a stop to this right now
Let him have his way with you
Embrace the depravity of the moment
Encounter Nine - Attack
Your sword practically leaps from its scabbard and into your hand. You swing it in a menacing arc and then bring it up and to the ready in a flourish. You are not about to be seduced by the pleasant words of this monster woman. You will cut off her pretty head if that is what it takes to survive.
The snake woman seems to hesitate, surprised by your aggression. You dance closer to her, your eyes flicking to a small door hidden behind the rice paper screen. There is your exit and you decide that you are willing to kill Mido to reach it.
Before you get your chance, the bewitching lamia produces a straight silver blade much longer than your own. It is an exquisite weapon, made for her large hands and impressive size. She will be a dangerous foe.
You move in quickly, using her size to your advantage as you leap over her tail and slash at the scaled underbelly of her lower body. Your sword bites into the scales, but only produces a shallow wound.
"Ah," cries Mido with apparent delight. "A true fight! How exciting! Let us see how you enjoy the hospitality of my blade."
The silver flashes in a wide arc. You turn the blow aside with a parry, your body shaking from the impact and your breasts jiggling. You quickly counter, but she parries your attack. You dance together for a moment, circling in the confines of the carpeted room, her bulky lower body knocking aside tables and chairs.
Her eyes dart left, but her blade opens a wide swing from the right. Should you parry again or is she feinting? Can you risk a strike? You have only a split second to decide!
What do you do?
PARRY! YOU CANNOT IGNORE HER BLADE!
STRIKE! IT IS ONLY A FEINT!
Encounter Fifteen - Attack
Your lips tighten into a grim smile. You are not going to call out to Ashara like some pitiful child. You draw your sword knowing there is little chance you can defeat four hulking werewolves. That does not mean you are going to kneel before them and beg for their bestial cocks. You'll take at least one of them to the abyss with you.
"A spirited bitch," laughs the alpha. "You sure you don't want to beg for your demoness to come and save your cunt?"
"I hear your whimpering," you say. " I don't--"
He launches himself at you, claws out and snarling mouth open and trailing saliva. You slash him across the snout and sidestep his attack. You pivot and bring your sword up just in time to deflect the next attack from one of the other werewolves. You manage to force its claws away and land a stabbing lunge on its belly. The werewolf yowls and backs away.
A valiant effort, but you see already that the wound has healed on the snout of the alpha. Your blade is yet sharp, but not made from the true silver you would need to wound a lycanthrope. A clatter from behind you reminds you that there is a werewolf skulking on the cabin's roof. You manage to roll aside from its leaping attack and right into the savage embrace of one of the other werewolves. A smash of his claw disarms you. A slash tears off your loincloth and open bloody scratches down your abdomen.
"Go ahead," you shout. "Finish it. Finish me off."
The alpha is behind you, furry chest against your back. He reaches around you and roughly grips your breasts. His claws fingers play over your tender flesh and pluck at your nipples. You cry out as you feel something warm and moist pressing against your buttocks and back. The werewolf standing before you is similarly aroused, his huge, pink and red cock swelling from its sheath. Its shape is that of a dog's, with a blunted tip and a fine tracery of capillaries on the glistening length.
You gasp as the alpha begins to rub between your thighs. The werewolf that disarmed you grabs your throat in a clawed hand and begins to lick your mouth and face. You try to fight him off, but he chokes you and forces your lips apart in a gasp. He stuffs his thick, foul-tasting tongue into your mouth.
"Bend her over," snarls the alpha. The other werewolf stretches your arms out over your head and bends you over at the waist. He gathers your wrists in one huge claw and pins them tight together. With his other hand, he pulls your hair, jerking your head up and dragging your mouth to his cock. Your cries of rage and fear are muffled by the glistening bitterness of his bestial cock. You suck him because you know you have no other choice.
Behind you, the alpha rubs his huge cock against your entrance. You whimper, dreading the pain to come. His clawed hands take hold of your waist and he thrusts into you. Your maidenhead is skewered. In a flash of agony, your chastity is claimed by the cock of a hulking werewolf. He fills you with his hot flesh and ruts into you with the animal lust of a wolf. His claws raise scratches on your hips and his furry bollocks slap against your clit.
Pain and pleasure mingle. Tears stream down your face as the other werewolf slides his cock in and out of your helpless mouth. Precum coats your tongue. It lubricates the cock pounding into your once-virginal pussy. Your breasts swing beneath you as you are roughly used from both ends.
It is almost a relief when you hear the alpha howl and feel the tensing of his muscles. His cock throbs inside your stretched quim and you are flooded with hot wolf spunk. It washes your womb and, by the magic of the dungeon, your worries are swept away. You love the alpha and the werewolf fucking your mouth. You love the two that are watching with their hard cocks. You moan with orgasmic bliss.
As the alpha slides his cock out of your pussy before you are knotted, as your belly is fucked full of cum, you know that you love your new pack. You will serve them until your dying day.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Nine - Surrender
You reach slowly to your sword belt and unbuckle it from your hips. It clatters to the floor at your feet. The serpent woman look at to you and raises a curved eyebrow.
"I don't want to play whatever game this is," you say. "I give up. I surrender."
"Truly?" Mido giggles. "No matter the consequence?"
"Yes, I yield. I have had enough of this nightmare."
She moves with shocking speed. Her serpentine lower body knocks the table aside and scatters the neat trays of cakes. You hardly have a chance to gasp as her tail wraps around your ankles, winds around your calves and thighs, and rolls you up into the powerful coils of her lower abdomen. You end up with your arms bound in her coils and her snakelike lower half wrapped tightly around you and squeezing your tits up into a pile.
"Ssssseldom," she hisses, "do my guests surrender so readily. I much prefer someone to enjoy a little snack with me and perhaps discuss the future."
"I don't have a future," you choke out through her tight coils.
"No, you do not," she agrees. Her hand strokes the hair from your face. Her coils tighten another degree and you can scarcely breathe at all. "Such a weak girl is not worthy to carry my egg."
Her cruel expression and her tightening coils drive cold fear into your body. You realize you are looking death in her face.
"W-wait," you gasp. "What...are...you going to do?"
"Mmmmmm," she leans in and her flicking tongue lashes your lips and cheek. "I think I'll make a scrumptious tart like you into a meal."
Her kiss is shocking and sudden. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth and her coils loosen just enough that you can suck in a breath through your nose. Her tongue is incredibly flexible and long and it winds around your tongue and fills your mouth with her sweet taste.
She pulls her kiss away a fraction of an inch, flexing her coils and rubbing against you in a way that forces a moan from your lips. She giggles and kisses her way from your lips to your shoulder and from your shoulder to your plump breasts. Her tongue tickles your aching nipples. Her lips are so soft and lovely you almos
t forget your peril as her kiss roams over and above your breasts.
She opens her mouth, baring her white fangs as she looks into your eyes.
"No...wait...I--AAAiiiiiEeee!"
She bites you on the upper curve of your left breast, her fangs sinking deep into your flesh and a hot barb of venom pushing into your bloodstream. She keeps her mouth clamped to your flesh for several seconds, staring at you with something like amusement in her eyes as she pumps you full of a lethal dose of her venom. You feel the heat of the poison suffusing your blood and the darkness begins to close in around you.
Mido lifts her mouth from your breast and licks the drops of your blood from her fangs. Her cold smile is the last thing you see before the darkness finally swallows you up. Your body goes limp in her arms and the lamia knows you will soon be dead. She doesn't wait for that. She prefers her meals warm. Her jaw unhinges with a sickening pop and she swallows you head first.
Her belly distended, the lamia returns to her bed to curl up and digest her meal.
You have been devoured by the lamia. Your adventure is at an end.
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Part Nine - Strike! It is only a feint!
You trained too long with a sword in your hand to be fooled by Mido's feint. You duck beneath the arc of her swing and lunge with your sword well inside her reach. The point of your blade stabs into her thick scales and draws a gush of blood so dark it is almost black.
"Bitch!" cries Mido, dropping her guard as she recoils from your attack.
You bring the edge of your sword up and stop just short of opening the lamia's throat.
"I have no desire to kill you, but I will if you stand in the way." You push the sharp blade against her neck for emphasis. "Show me to the door. And no tricks, or I'll open you like a fish."