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

by Amanda Clover

The knife is hope, clenched in your fist. You slide the blade between your two middle fingers as you form a fist around it. You work your hand from beneath you, enduring the kiss and the searing cockflesh penetrating your lost innocence. The organ music presses down on your mind and the chanting is a brambles woven around every pure thought.

  Now! You must strike now or lose yourself to this deranged pleasure!

  The swing connects so easily. The blade punctures Madreg's neck and for a moment he does not even stop thrusting into you. His foul tongue withdraws and he lurches back, grabbing at his throat as black blood begins to spurt out from between his fingers. Kneeling above you, pain and fury bright in his eyes, he slides his cock from your entrance and leaps to his feet. You follow him, splaying your fingers to follow up with a spell.

  What? What possible spell could harm someone like Madreg?

  Spitting his foul blood, the mad wizard prepares to cast a spell. You're doomed, you realize. You have failed. You can already see the wound beginning to close on his neck.

  "INTERIORIS RUPTUS!"

  It is a black and evil spell. You've read it in a book Oriodamus kept locked away from you, a book of powerful and violent spells that no young princess should be learning. But you found the key and read them anyway. You were too afraid to ever attempt to cast them.

  But the words of power did not come from Madreg's lips, they came from behind him. To your amazement, there stands Oriodamus, who you thought dead. The old wizard with his gray beard looks much the worse for wear, with a sickly pallor and sunken eyes, but he is most definitely alive and his fingers are positioned to cast that evil spell.

  Madreg gurgles and staggers as if struck. His belly bulges grotesquely. His limbs and even his head swell and redden. His eyes, almost lost in the sudden growth of his face, stare at you with hatred for a moment.

  Madreg explodes. His bits spray across the blasphemous temple, showering you and Oriodamus and the screaming chanters. Some of the women fall to their knees, moaning in horror. Others flee from the temple in shock. The dismal organ fall silent.

  Exhausted by his casting, Oriodamus sags to his knees. You run from the altar to help him back to his feet.

  "Master!" you cry. "You're alive. You've saved me."

  "No," he said. "You saved yourself. I was... too weak to confront him... you gave me my chance."

  You hug him tightly, feeling his frailty and afraid he might slip away. In the panic of the chanters, you almost forgot Reemek and your sisters. You turn to see that the orcs are gone and your sisters, though blindfolded and gagged, have been cut loose. You lift Oriodamus up onto the pew and rush to your sisters.

  "Jacinda!" you cry. "Heidi! Camilla! By the gods, you're all alive."

  Tears stream down your face as you embrace them.

  "What's happening?" cries Heidi, looking at you wide-eyed. "You're covered with blood. Everything is... my gods... is that the spell sage?"

  "It will be alright. We're free now. We just have to get back to the surface."

  "I want to go back to Tarol," whimpers Camilla.

  "I think... I can help with that," says Oriodamus. He stands with the help of one of the discarded spears left by the fleeing chanters. "Come, take my hands and form a circle."

  You and your sisters do as he says. Oriodamus chants for several seconds and you feel him drawing the power from your aura and the auras of your sisters. In a flash of blue-white light, the horror of the cathedral disappears.

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  Special Encounter - Attack

  Dangling upside down, more than half-swallowed by the creature, you know you have only moments before its pulling tendril overcomes the strength in your arms. You risk letting go with one hand. It pulls you deeper as you reach down to your sword and manage to grip it. With a loud, wet slurp, you are suddenly pulled through the orifice and into the fleshy chamber of the creature. The grotesque orifice contracts shut with and you are sealed into almost total darkness.

  The chamber throbs around you with the sickening heartbeat of the creature. With a hiss you feel warm liquid spurting onto your body and beginning to cover you and fill the chamber. You tighten your grip on your sword and shake your arm free. Hundreds of small tendrils, like tongues, line the fleshy wall of the chamber and they are beginning to prod your body all over. If you're going to kill this thing from inside, you need a little room to maneuver.

  "Sorry, I am not on the menu today," you grunt, pulling the sword back and raking the blade against the tendrils. The creature expands and contracts violently, nearly pinning you, but not before you bend yourself in half at the waist. You can feel your blood flow being constricted by the tightening walls. It is trying to crush you.

  "Too slow," you choke out.

  You plunge the tip of your sword up between your feet with all your strength. The blade slices into the inner wall of the vile creature's stomach chamber. You feel your sword strike something harder and you push with all your strength. With a sickening crack, you thrust the blade through bone. The creature spasms once, so tight you nearly black out, and then the disgusting maw droops open, unfurling its treacherous rope and vomiting out the liquid that was surrounding you.

  You might have fallen out as well, but your sword is so deep it is stuck fast and you find yourself hanging from the grip. You quickly brace your legs against the dead beast's inner walls and take hold of its rope, now dangling limp from its maw. You grunt and get your hands and feet back on the fleshy rope and begin your descent to the pit below.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Sixteen - Take His Offer

  Your own life and whatever suffering you might endure with Madreg are a fair price to pay for the freedom of Heidi, Camilla, and Jacinda. You can only hope that the cruel wizard will see the value in your sacrifice and keep to his word. Either way, you decide that you have little power to stop him from doing as he pleases with you and your sisters.

  "I accept," you say, fighting back tears. "I will do as you desire, without resistance, if you free my sisters when it is over."

  "Splendid!" Madreg giggles and rubs his hands together. The childish gesture is all the more disturbing for the way it makes his huge, black-fleshed demon cock bounce up and down. Your stomach tightens into knots and you look away from him.

  "Of course, some token of your gratitude would be appreciated," says Madreg, floating down to your level and dragging the foul-smelling pillar of his cock just inches from your face. "Pleasure me, princess. Pleasure my cock with your mouth and prove to me your sincerity."

  You force yourself to look upon Madreg's cock. The bulbous plum glistens with foul residue of its making. The slit in the very tip drips with a milky gleet like the discharge of some beast. Your body feels unpleasantly hot from simply contemplating what you must do, yet one look at your trembling, bound sisters and you know you must satisfy the fiend.

  Your hands wrap the shaft of Madreg's cock and lift his flesh. It is thick and heavy, his huge bollocks shifting as you bring his tip to your mouth. Your tongue slips out, sliding through the salty oil of his cock, tasting him and forcing your lips upon him. You open to him and he groans as your mouth engulfs that blasphemous cap, so fat and foul. Your lips close around it and you suckle, producing more of the salty liquid that you gather with your tongue and force yourself to swallow.

  "Yesssss," hisses Madreg, watching with his yellow eyes. "Suckle, my princess. Suck the nectar of the abyss from my heavy stones."

  You moan around him despite your revulsion and begin to take him to the back of your throat. His cock his huge and you are unaccustomed to such things, yet it seems to come naturally. The more of his unholy precum you swallow, the easier such debased sucking becomes.

  "Your poor sisters can only listen to the sound of your suckling, princess." Madreg strokes your head. "I think they should witness the beauty of this moment. Let the enjoy it."

  "Mmmmmm!" you try to refuse him, but he holds your head down on his cock.

  With a
gesture, your sisters are brought forward to the altar. The orcs push them to their knees facing you and yank off their blindfolds. You see their eyes go wide as they take in the pure horror of their sister, on her knees, willingly sucking the demon-blacked cock of a floating fiend. You close your eyes so you do not have to see and resume your sucking. If you can just get it done with, then they can go. They will never have to see this again.

  "Ohhhhh, you like them watching," laughs Madreg. "Your mouth is more skilled this way than with your tongue wagging. Now... let me feel your bosom warm against my shaft."

  He drifts lower and you tuck your chin against your chest, keeping his cockhead in your mouth as you squeeze your breasts around his hot shaft. You slurp loudly on him, loud enough to be heard over the organ music and the whimpering of your gagged sisters. You wank his fuckflesh between your tits, squeezing tight and working up and down.

  Madreg releases his hold on your head, allowing you to control the action. You are wanton in your efforts. You only lift your mouth from him to swirl your tongue around and around his fat cockhead, gathering more of his juices and smearing them over your lips. You moan as you suck and bounce your tits around him. Your spit soaks down his shaft and drips from his tightening bollocks. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Heidi staring at you, wide-eyed and horrified, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  "Mmmmm, the little one," laughs Madreg. "She wants a taste. And my cum is boiling. Perhaps I'll feet it to her."

  Heidi stiffens in terror and struggles to rise to her feet and escape. The orc pushes her back down. You cannot allow this to happen. You pop your lips free from Madreg's cock.

  "No, please," you gasp. "I deserve it all. I've worked so hard for it."

  He takes his cock from your grasp and strokes it over your face.

  "Yes, a reward for you, my sweet princess. Open wide."

  You open your mouth wide and extend your tongue. Madreg wanks his cock over you, working his fist and dripping the heavy flow of his precum onto your lips and tongue. You moan at these tantalizing drops, but you do not have to wait long. The mad wizard lets out a roar of pleasure and his cock spasms visibly in his grip.

  The vein pulses and his cock pumps out thick streams of milky demon-cum onto your face, so hot it is like sun-heated mud. It splashes across your tongue and you gulp it down. You hear the cries of revulsion from your sisters, but it does not matter. You have spared them this humiliation. You press your lips to his spurting cockhead and suck out the last of his thick, salty cumload. You pop your lips free and lick him clean.

  "That's it, my sweet. Delicious, isn't it?" He lifts you to your feet and guides you onto the altar. "The time has come. There is more here for you, to purify you with the seed of a god. Of course, your sisters will need something to keep them busy."

  You cry out in objection as Madreg thrusts into you, skewering your maidenhead and filling you with his twitching, cum-smeared demon cock. You look away from him and see all three of your bound sisters pushed face down and asses raised onto the platform beside the altar. The orcs takes out their cocks and begin to roughly fuck your poor sisters.

  "Nooooo," you cry, but looking away from the horror only means seeing the mocking face of Madreg.

  The pain of your deflowering is overwhelmed by the mechanical pleasure of Madreg's cock thrusting in and out. Your sisters moan against their gags and the orcs slap loudly against your sisters' asses with each bestial stroke. The sounds of sex and pleasure, horror and anguish, rise in symphony with the chanting and the sinister pipe organ. The sounds build to an unholy crescendo of defiled flesh.

  "Yessss!" hisses Madreg, his cock twitching and filling your tender channel with his demon seed. As he is pumping you full of cum, you know the orcs are cumming, filling your innocent sisters with their foul orc seed. It only heightens your orgasmic release. For a few glorious seconds, you are joined to them in helpless surrender to the flesh. The triumph of the beast's seed over the innocent wombs of you and your sisters.

  As the cum suffuses your body, you lock eyes with Heidi. Her gaze is glassy and remote, a mindless smile visible behind her gag as her purity is ended forever, cum-filled on the skewer of a throbbing orc cock.

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  Encounter Nine - "A Penis"

  "Um, well, a penis," you answer a bit bashfully.

  "Oh, my," laughs Mido. "You have quite a dirty little mind on you. I suppose it does sound a bit like a penis."

  She places a single clawed finger under your chin and turns your face to hers. Pure evil seems to glow from her eyes and she has a smile on her face that shows off her long, white fangs.

  "That has to be the answer!" you cry.

  "Afraid not, my dear!" Mido seizes your hands and lifts them above your head. You yelp as she lifts you easily out of the chair and dangles you in the air. "Don't fuss, you'll only bruise yourself. I wouldn't want that."

  She holds you above her and clamps her mouth on your thighs. You feel the hot sting of her fangs and then her venom pours into your bloodstream. You try to kick her away, but you quickly grow weak struggling in her grasp. Darkness begins to close in around you. Mido stares up at you and finally releases her bite on your inner thigh.

  "Why...why...are you doing this?" you moan.

  "Because you answered incorrectly," she giggles. "Aaaaand because I'm hungry."

  Darkness swallows you up and you go slack in her dangling grasp. You are not conscious to hear the loud popping sound as the lamia unhinges her jaw.

  Your feet dangle into her mouth as she begins to lower you into her impossibly distended gullet. Consider yourself fortunate that you will never wake up from the coma the venom has caused. She slurps in the last of your blond hair and slithers back to her bed to digest her meal.

  You have been devoured by the lamia. Your adventure is most definitely at an end.

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  Bad Ending - Milk Cow Transformation

  You do not know how many days have passed. Maybe just a few. Maybe weeks. You lift your head from a restless, pleasure-filled sleep and see the same darkened room where you have been for all this time. Your hugely engorged breasts shudder as you release milk into the cups which suckle constantly at your stretched teats. Your nipples have grown to well over an inch long and as thick as your finger. They are sore from the milking. It is a fact you dully note rather than one that bothers you.

  "Oohhhhhh," you groan.

  You look to your left and see the same drow elf with the tits even bigger than your own. You seem to remember her slimmer. Now her thighs and buttocks have bulged and her belly is swollen with pregnancy. The machine fucking gently in and out of your cunt reminds you that you have not been inseminated yet. But you know your time will come. Pregnancy enhances milk production and the babies, usually half-orcs, will be raised as a cadre of cavalry knights. You heard some of the orcs talking about it, although you don't really know what it means any longer.

  "You are awake," says the sphere holding you in place. "I administered your injections while you were sleeping. If you experience pain in your breasts, please let me know and I will administer numbing agents while growth is occurring."

  "Yeeah," you say, struggling to form the word.

  Your huge tits are unusually sore as the serum grows them another inch or two. You can't really look down at them to see, but you can look to the woman on your left or right and know why the weight beneath you continues to grow heavier.

  "Would you like additional stimulation?" asks the orb in its calm voice.

  Stimulation? That word. It means good feelings. You have the cock for good feelings in your cunt. It can give you good feelings in your ass also.

  "Yeeaaaaah," you moan. "Make butt feel good."

  "Activating anal vibration," says the orb.

  You hear a tendril slither out and a moment later you feel something cool and hard press between your buttocks. It snuggles against the divot of your anus and begins to vibrate. You moan with
pleasure, swinging back against the piston of the cock slowly working in and out of your pussy and squirming against the vibrator.

  More milk gurgles out of your slurped tits and up the hoses into the orb's internal container. When it is filled it will release your breasts and transfer the milk to one of the larger gold tenders. They feed you an enriched version of the milk to keep you healthy. It is thick and gooey and you love the way it tastes.

  As the vibrating nub of the tendril wriggles up your ass and you feel your orgasm beginning to tighten in your belly, you feel a sense of contentment. You were a princess before. You think. Or you dreamed you were. Now you are a happy cow, eating and being milked. It is all you could have ever wanted.

  Your will is completely broken, your mind lost to the sensations of being a milk cow. You will live out your life happily being milked and occasionally inseminated by the orcs. How long you survive remains to be seen, but it is certain that your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Ten - Swallow Wulfgar's seed

  "Mmmmmmhmmmm," you moan around the warrior's huge cock.

  Drool spills from your chin and your swallowing reflex works around his fat tip as you bob as much as you can on him. Your hands work furiously at his shaft and you peer up at the wolf-headed warrior through the tears of discomfort stinging your eyes.

  You've never considered yourself depraved, but you have desired nothing in life more than you now desire this brute's hot seed. Your slick cunt aches with lust. Your heart pounds with anticipation. Your lips glide over his veiny shaft. Your throat gurgles with suction and you shudder as he pops in and out of the ring of your swallow.

  For the first time, Wulfgar moves, lowering his free hand to the top of your head and gently, tenderly even, pushing the hair from your face. His golden eyes stare down at you as you desperately fuck your throat against the swollen bludgeon of his cock. You take him deeper, feeling your neck bulge as you swallow against him. You slide as deep as you can stand, until your nose is almost touching his thick, black hair, but you can take no more.