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

by Amanda Clover

You drop the sword belt to your feet with a thump and follow with the loincloth, exposing yourself completely to the huge Noorman. A smile curves his lips and he steps towards you, already pulling off his shirt. You dance back from him, turn, and walk over to his chair. You lean over the back of it, resting your elbows on the oiled wood and allow your tits to hang over the chair. With your feet spread wide apart, your pussy and ass are both lewdly exposed.

  "Is this what you want?" You look back at him over your shoulder and smack your shapely ass.

  "You know it is! What a lovely rump!"

  Bjorn laughs and strips out of his trousers as he comes towards you. Gods, his cock is huge! Thick and not even fully erect as he takes it in his hand and strokes it to skin back the head. You thought you were showing him how you could take charge, but as the chiseled blond giant steps up behind your naked body, your heart is hammering and you're afraid of that cock.

  "B-be gentle," you say, looking back at him.

  "Of course," he says, stroking your bottom with both hands, spreading your cheeks and trailing his fingers over the inner curve of your cleft. "Let me get you warmed up."

  He puts two fingers into his mouth and they come back out glistening wet. You watch as he lowers his dripping fingers to your ass. You look away as those warm, wet digits make contact with your tender divot. He spreads the wetness onto your clenched asshole and begins to rub his fingers around your rim. It feels good. Then he begins to push, working his fingers into your ass, and it hurts a little. He overcomes your clench and those fingers slide into your hot asshole.

  "Nnnnnnaaaa," you cry out softly.

  "You are tight," says Bjorn, working his fingers slowly in and out. He spits loudly into your crack and gathers the saliva on his thrusting fingers. The discomfort you felt initially begins to fade as his fingers work in and out. He strokes the softness of your ass with his other hand. "That's it. Relax for me. Push back onto my fingers and show me what feels good."

  You push back onto his fingers, feeling your little asshole opening as you take him to the base of each digit. You work your hips and thrust back and forward, taking him, and learning to enjoy the sensation. You shift your arm beneath your body and reach a hand between your thighs to touch your clit.

  "That's good," says Bjorn. "Good girl. Are you ready for the real thing?"

  "Yes," you say, feeling less certain than you sound.

  Bjorn gently withdraws his fingers from our ass and walks around to the front of the chair. His cock is hard and even bigger than before. He strokes it and brings it up to your face.

  "Suck it a little," he says. "Get it wet."

  That wasn't part of the deal, but you see his point and lean your head down over the back of the chair so he can raise his cock to your mouth. You run your tongue all over the tip, tasting his salty precum and his surprisingly clean cockmeat. You let your mouth fill with saliva and as you engulf his tip you bathe him in a thick wash of spit. Your saliva drools down his shaft as you gently bob your mouth on his cock. You strum your clit as you suck him. He pulls his hardness away just as you are beginning to enjoy him in your mouth.

  His cock pops free of your lips and you let out a whimper of disappointment. His hand traces along your side and back around to your ass as Bjorn steps behind you.

  "Relax now," his voice rumbles. He spreads your ass with the fingers of one hand. A moment later his hardness is against your lubricated hole, wet and warm, like a huge tongue pressing firmly between your cheeks. The pressure grows steadily.

  "Too big," you moan.

  "No," he says, pushing harder. Your ass stretches to allow his huge cock inside and he slides into your tender pink pucker. You open around his fat shaft and his hardness fills your aching depths. As he begins to thrust steadily into you, that pain recedes and is replaced by the warmth and pressure of his cock.

  Bjorn seems to know your limits and he pushes you right to the edge of discomfort. He drives harder and harder into you, his body slapping against your ass and his cock plunging deep into your stretched hole. Your head bounces with each stroke and more than once the chair scoots and you have to slightly reposition yourself. He takes hold of your hips, pumping his cock into you, giving it to you hard as you furiously stroke your clit.

  "I'm going to cum," you realize aloud.

  "Cum for me then," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Cum for this big cock."

  Wordless pleasure escapes your lips as you let yourself go. No fear. No pain. Just the hot pleasure of your orgasm, radiating from your clitoris to the clenching ring of your ass. You decide that you love his cock, at least a bit, and love the way it feels plunging into your ass. He pulls it out of you and spits again to add to the lubrication.

  His grip tightens on your hips. You can feel him getting bigger, stretching you wider. He leans into you and you push back into him, slamming your ass against his hips and impale yourself onto that hard cock. The feel of his orgasm is a throbbing, accompanied by pressure and fullness as his hot load gushes into your ass. He pulls out as he is still cumming, draw his cock into his hand and firing the last gooey spurts of his seed onto your stretched hole and dripping down your wet quim.

  "God of Luna," groans Bjorn. "Your ass is incredible. I could spend a hundred loads into you, until I have only blood."

  "A lovely image," you say, massaging his cum into your ass. "How about you hand me a wet cloth to clean this up?"

  "I cannot convince you to stay," he says, stroking his cock invitingly.

  "No," you look away, lest he succeed. "My sisters are still in this dungeon, as I have said. I am sorry you may be punished by Madreg, but I cannot remain here with you."

  A resigned expression comes over Bjorn's handsome face and he fetches you a cold, wet rag to clean yourself with. You dress and make your way to the black door. He heaves it open and steps aside, showing you the darkened room.

  "Good luck to you, Kirsten," he says.

  You embrace him and give him a kiss.

  "To you as well," you reply.

  You step into the room and into 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 Ten - Surrender

  You reach slowly down and unbuckle your sword belt. The blade falls to the stone floor with a clatter and you kick it towards the approaching manticore. The huge beast stops and you can read the confusion even on its savage face. You hold your hands out to your side, your body trembling as you speak.

  "I yield to you, mighty manticore," you say. "Please, spare my life."

  It is a cowardly act and you know it, but you are too tired and too afraid to face a savage animal as powerful as a manticore. Even though you know it may mean your death, you accept that surrendering is truly your only option. Older manticores are said to be quite intelligent. Perhaps it can understand this humiliating gesture.

  You take another step towards it and the beast's lips curl back from its jaws. It snarls at you and you cringe away from the rotten-meat smell of its breath. The curling scorpion sting waves above the manticore's head like a cobra poised to strike at you.

  You wait to feel that pain. You try to steady your breathing, but you can't stop shaking with fear.

  "I surrender," you whimper.

  The manticore's lips slip back down over its fangs. The huge lion sits back on its haunches and for the first time you see the thin gray fur of its underbelly and the furry base of its sheath. A pale purple length of glistening flesh emerges from the sheath and you feel a strange tightness in your loins. The manticore's purple cock emerges from its sheath, long and thick and narrowing to a wedge at the tip. The manti
core bends its head down and licks this glistening member and then lifts its head again and looks at you.

  There can be no doubt that the manticore, in its bestial way, is displaying its desire for sex. The thought is grotesque to you. The manticore is an animal. Or is it? Does some greater intelligence lurk within its mind? If this beast is possesses the intelligence of a man, surely it is more than mere beast.

  You realize that you are rationalizing the feelings of lust you are experiencing as you stare at its thick, glistening cock. The manticore's wings adjust their fold and its scorpion tail twitches, reminding you of the violent end you have avoided by surrendering.

  The manticore growls as it grows impatient. Though it is depraved, you know you must do something, you must offer yourself to this beast, but how?

  What do you do?

  Wait to be mounted

  Pleasure the manticore

  Special Encounter - Offer your ass instead

  This malady of your mind, this sickness that demands you rut with this foul old hunchback, is too powerful to be denied. Yet your rational mind lives on and you know that if you give your virginity to the twisted Vardak, you will lose your mind to the magic of the maze. Vardak's fingers wriggle at your sex. He exhales his rancid breath in your face.

  "No," you gasp, pushing him away. "I....daddy...I have another idea."

  You turn quickly onto your hands and knees on the shifting pile of old bones. You look at him over your shoulder and reach one hand back to the pale roundness of your bottom. You spread your ass for him and show him the pink pucker of your anus, clenched tightly above your furry groove. Annoyance becomes demented glee on Vardak's face.

  "Ideas. Ideas. Thoughts. Thinking! Yessss! Good girl!"

  He claps both hands on your tender bottom, still smarting from your fall onto the bone pile and he buries his scruffy face against your ass. You gasp as his slobbery tongue collides with your hole. His wild eyes stare at you over the soft heart shape of your cheeks as he slurps and drools all over your tender wrinkle. His slippery tongue squirms into your hot hole and you let out a cry of pleasure as his fingers stroke your clit.

  Vardak eats your little asshole like it is his favorite delicacy. His tongue laps and squirms and screws into your hot back tunnel while his fingers relentlessly grind your groove and beat against the straining bud of your pleasure.

  "Ohhhh daddy!" you cry. "Yes. Lick my ass!"

  "Mmmmphhmmmmm!" replies Vardak, redoubling his tainted tonguework on your fluttering flower. His drool spills over your honeyed cunt, weighing down your soft hairs and spilling in strands from your mound as it joins the heavy flow of your juices.

  Just as you think Vardak's tongue is about to drive you to the heights of your perverse pleasure, the old hunchback extracts his wriggling tongue from your asshole with a loud slurp. You cry and almost fall face-first into the bones.

  "Spread lovely ass. Spread it wide." He bites his lower lip and fumbles with his robe as he fishes out his huge, deformed cock.

  You hold your ass wide for him, feeling the cool air down your wet crack and over your tongue-stretched anus. Your dangling breasts jiggle with each breath and you wait in aroused fear as the old lunatic grasps the base of his fat cock, squeezing it in his filthy hand so tight that it begins to turn from crimson to purple. Precum drips out of its fat slit like drool from the lips of a choking man. It is a horrible, freakish member, and you gasp with desire, aching to feel it shoved up your tender little hole.

  "F-fuck me, daddy," you moan. "Fuck my ass."

  "Good pretty! Good sweet daughter!"

  Vardak bites his tongue with glee and grabs your hip with one hand. His bulging eyes stare at the spit-slicked crack of your ass and he guides his swollen cockhead to your lubed divot. You moan as he presses his huge tip against your hole. Even well-prepared, you are trembling with fearful desire at being penetrated. The weight of his cock teases against your pucker.

  "Do it," you hiss through your teeth.

  The old lunatic giggles and pushes. Your ass opens against him, stretching wider and wider as the fat bluntness of his tip invades your tender hole. You cry out in pain as your sensitive ring seems to reach its limit and then stretches more. You gasp and try to stead yourself on the rattling bones. With a pop that you feel in your shuddering inner walls, Vardak's huge cock head at last sinks into your hot, spit-slicked asshole.

  "Ohhh good so warm," groans the maniac. "Daughter warm like furnace. Good girl."

  He eases his length into your pained pucker with surprising gentleness. That doesn't soothe you all that much though when nine or ten inches of bulging, lumpy fuckmeat is sliding into your guts. You take it though. You take it and even enjoy it a little. You squirm back against him and you feel his filthy hair touching your tender cheeks. He is inside you, at last.

  "Gods," you grunt softly. "I don't think--"

  Whatever you were about to say is forgotten as Vardak begins to fuck your ass. The gentleness is immediately gone and he slides his cock back as if he is disemboweling you, pulling his length out until only the head is still in your ass and then ramming it all back into your hole. You whine with shock and his balls slap against your quim.

  "P-please!"

  "So good!" cries Vardak. "So tight! So hot! Make slap-slap on your bottom!"

  You no longer have to hold your ass spread for him. You grab the bones with both hands, lowering your head as the old maniac pounds his cock up your ass. His gaunt hips smack against your plump cheeks and send jiggles through your body. Your tits sway and nipples dragging against the creepy mound on which you are being fucked.

  Each loud, wet smack of his bollocks against your throbbing cunt sends another gentle pulse of pleasure through your body to compete with the raw, screaming pain and pleasure mix of your roughly fucked ass. You struggle just to keep from sliding down the hill with the force of his thrusts. You're holding onto the bones of the gods only know what as Vardak pummels your pucker with his plunging cock-gristle.

  "Yes!" Vardak begins to chant. "Yes! Yes!"

  The word grows louder and faster and his thrusts somehow intensify, slapping into you so hard that his jutting bones impact painfully against your ass. His balls tighten and no longer slap against your quim. He holds your hips with both hands, leaning into you, stuffing his cock in and out, so totally filling your ass that you can feel the pulse of his heart against your tender ring.

  "YESSSSS!" He shouts, triumphantly, the word echoing beyond the limits of the blue light of his staff.

  He thrusts hard into you and his huge cock twitches in the depths of your ass. You feel his cum as a hot pressure that builds in your bowels, growing with each pump of his prick as another gush of his seed pours out into your ass.

  "Oh, my sweet daughter. Warm flesh. Warm bottom. Yes...filled. Filled with seed." He shudders as he slowly draws his cock out of your ass. It leaves you with a wet slurp and your bowels spasm, bubbling out a gush of his warm spunk. "Mmmmmm so good. So pretty. More."

  Still trying to catch your breath, your eyes widen in shock as you feel his tongue at your ass again. You realize the perverted old maniac is licking his own cum from your freshly-fucked asshole. The sheer depravity of doing such a thing sends a thrill through your body to match his hot tongue slipping in his cum. He slurps and licks at your ass and you squeeze out more of his spunk.

  Unable to stop yourself, you thrust your fingers between your thighs and stroke your clit as he licks up his own creamy mess. While he is devouring the hot meal from your ass, you grind your fingers against your clit until you are arching your back and thrusting against his face.

  "Ohhhh gods!" you cry. "More! Lick it you sick old fool!"

  "Mmmmophmm mmmm!" he replies licking and slurping up his load of seed.

  Your orgasm pulses through you and you buck your hips and clenching your hot ring against his tongue. Wave of pleasure, hot and liquid, radiate from your clit and from your anus. You throw back your head and laugh with the insanity of
the situation. You ride the orgasm for a very long time until the guilt over your depravity becomes too great and you push him away.

  "Enough!" you gasp. "Enough you old freak!"

  He tries to come for you again, but your resolve has hardened. You push him away and stumble to your feet.

  "No more, Vardak! Take me to your master." You pull on your loincloth before the maniac can get his hands between your thighs again. "Take me to him."

  "Yes!" Vardak shakes his head. "Pretty warm made me forget. Master. He wants to meet pretty Kirsten. He will like you. Come. I show way."

  Vardak drops his robe back over his cock and begin the trek down from the pile of moldering bones and into a stony tunnel. His limping, shuffling gait is a guilty reminder that your perverse interaction with the lunatic was by your own choosing. You almost certainly could have fended him off. What has become of you?

  Finally, you descend through the tunnel and arrive at your destination, and it is not at all what you expected.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Eight - Surrender

  Really? You're going to surrender to a lone goblin? You dirty bitch. Be honest, you just want to see what he'll do when you offer yourself up. Alright, but there's no going back...

  You toss your sword at your feet and step out into the clearing with your hands raised. The goblin's head snaps up as he hears you approaching. He whirls around, drawing a very small blade from his belt.

  "I yield," you say. "I surrender."

  The goblin scrambles back a step. His face twisted in defensive anger and his eyes disbelieving.

  "No closer, human," he growls. "You...yield? What this, yield?"

  You realize that this wee goblin has probably never had a human surrendering to him. Particularly not a comely human woman walking out of the jungle behind him. You stop advancing and sink slowly to your knees with your hands raised above your head. The mud squishes beneath you. Lingering rain glistens on your bare breasts.