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

by Amanda Clover

  "Take my hands," he says, "and I will send you on your way."

  You've already talked this over with your sisters and you are all in agreement. Though you might wish to go home to Tarol, you and your sisters know there is no place for you there. Nor do you want to live in the Lakelands where lower nobles will harass you for marriage and try to use you as pawns.

  No, it is time to go somewhere far, far away from this. To the deserts of Shaddobar in the south. At the suggestion of Oriodamus, you will be transported to the trade city of Varnasha, where at least some cultures from other lands are known to mix with the locals.

  The blue-white light engulfs you and the sea air is replaced with a hard, dry heat. Sun-baked white buildings stretch along a verdant river, many of them composed of arches, onion-domes, and colorful awnings. A white tower rises above the city and the desert stretches around it. Trade caravans approach the ancient city along the main road. You turn to thank Oriodamus for bringing you here, but he is already gone.

  "What do we do now?" asks Heidi, straightening her headscarf.

  "I suppose we find our way," you reply and give her a reassuring hug.

  Four young and beautiful foreigners arriving in the spice-scented streets of Varnasha attracts attention. Men from the foreign quarter accost you and bid at you like you are whores. It is the locals that save you from this humiliation, ushering you into a quiet garden hotel. You and Heidi rent a pair of apartments and hire a translator and, after further run-ins, local men to act as your guards.

  The city is exotic and beautiful. Magic is forbidden everywhere except the foreign quarter, but you use it covertly to get what you want. You charm rivals and seduce one of the Sultan's ministers into your bed. Heidi finds romance with a merchant and Jacinda, strangely withdrawn after the ordeal in the dungeon, seeks out darker pleasures. She turns to a strong herb that clouds her mind and frequents a tavern of ill-repute. Camilla, who you were never close with, becomes your dearest confidant and collaborator as you establish a profitable business.

  Within a year you are engaged to the minister, a doting suitor with big brown eyes and a dashing face. He is timid in your bed and you are adventurous. You bring in other women and even, on a particularly hot night, your sister Camilla. Though Camilla only watches and kisses your beloved, her presence adds a delighted spice of the forbidden.

  Heidi marries her merchant and moves far away, into the interior of Shaddobar and eventually to the capital city. She sends you letters and you aid her husband's business interests in Varnasha. Only Jacinda seems lost in this place. She is arrested for theft and later for selling the illicit herb. Your husband saves her from the sword, but you are forced to send her away, ironically, to the Lakelands. You always have money and kind words for her and she abuses such things and repays you with jealousy. It is almost a relief when she stops writing to you.

  Oriodamus visits from time to time, though the conservative religion of Varnasha makes such visits somewhat dangerous, he is very discreet. With his occasional help, you and Camilla live something like the lives of princesses. Together you rule a trade empire and enjoy more freedom than most women in Varnasha. You even dine with the Sultan and his wives occasionally.

  You are still young and rich and beautiful. You have so many possibilities that escaping from the dungeon seems only the end to a prologue. Now you live. Now you have a real adventure. But that is a story for another time.

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  Bad Ending - Fuck Slave to the Little Guys

  Your pussy is sore from being fucked. It happens and you don't mind, you just wish the green one would be a bit more gentle. Yalak is not your mate. You're not sure why your beloved Olaf tolerates him and lets Yalak use you. The goblin likes you to be on your knees so he can thrust in and out and smack your jiggling bottom with his little clawed hands. He also likes to cum inside you, which you know annoys your master, but you usually are too lost in pleasure to even realize what is happening until it is too late.

  Cursing at the goblin, you carefully wash yourself with the soft, wet cloth. Your beloved Olaf is working in his forge and won't be visiting you for several hours. You try to make yourself pretty for him. If only you had the fabulous dresses you had back in the castle. You would make him love you so much more.

  The clanking approach of the iron giant gives you a thrill of anticipation. You pace eagerly until you hear Olaf's approaching boots. You can recognize the sound of them easily compared to Yalak's shuffling, bare feet on the stones. The door opens and there is your beautiful, plump, bearded old Olaf, already unbuttoning his grease-smeared coveralls and dropping them from his shoulders.

  "An orc came looking for you today," says Olaf. "I think Madreg knows we've got you locked up here."

  You quickly help Olaf off with his boots and sweat-stained socks. He finishes stripping out of the coveralls and stands naked before you. The old Kirsten might have laughed at a fat old gnome standing naked, but you see the most beautiful man you could imagine. What a hunk! You're so lucky!

  "Will the orc try to take me?" you ask, massaging Olaf's shoulders.

  "Yes, my love, he will. We have to be very careful. But Yalak and I have been digging a special secret room to keep you. That bastard Madreg will never... ohh... hmm..."

  Whatever he was saying about Madreg seems to be forgotten as you begin to suck his sweaty cock, burying your face in his groin and slurping on his stiffening meat. Soon enough, he is hard against your tongue and you pop your lips free from his cock.

  "Would you like me to finish you with my mouth, my love, or did you want something else?"

  "Lie back," says Olaf. "I would feel that lovely quim today. At least once before you suck me dry."

  You moan with subservient lust, stretching out on the straw covering the floor and spreading your thighs wide for him. He slips easily into your bare cunt, driving deep and thick into your channel. You are not as virgin-tight as you once were, but being fucked half a dozen times a day for weeks will do that to a girl.

  Olaf doesn't seem to mind. He strokes your breasts and gently pinches your nipples as he plows his cock in and out of your wet quim. You cum for him twice, your body driven wild by your love for Olaf and your fluttering fuckhole responding to each thrust.

  "Please, my love," you moan. "Cum inside me."

  It isn't long before he rewards you with a hot measure of his seed that overflows your channel. He lies heavily atop you, resting his head on your breasts as you stroke his thinning hair. You squeeze his cock with your inner muscles, trying to keep him hard for another go, but he softens inside you and slips free of your quim.

  "Would you like me to make you hard again with my mouth?" you ask, stroking his head.

  "In a minute, love," he groans. "I want to lie hear against your breast for a bit. It's very... nice."

  "Yes," you agree. "Yes, it is nice."

  You are foolishly happy in the arms of Olaf. You don't know how long this bliss will last, but you can be certain that your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Wait for Ashara to Return

  Well, a creepy painting is certainly no place to find a demoness. You step back from the strange image and try not even look at it. The last lantern in the room slowly dies and you are left in the gloomy light that somehow radiates from that dreadful landscape. The flashes of lightning are disconcerting to say the least.

  You decide to go over and lift it off the wall so you can throw it face-down onto the ground. You rise from your chair and there is a sudden flash of light in the center of the room and a strong smell of electricity in the air. As your eyes recover from the bright light, you make out a gaunt figure with a cruel face and yellow eyes. He stares at you unblinking.

  "Madreg!" you cry and you reach for the sword on your hip.

  If you had hoped, even for a moment, that your revenge might be at hand, the diabolical wizard immediately disabuses you of that that notion. Invisible claw
s seize hold of your arms and legs. They close your hands into fists so that you drop your sword and cannot even straighten your fingers to cast a spell.

  "Princess Sungbaard," says Madreg, floating towards you inches above the carpet. "I see you have done something very, very bad."

  "W-what do you mean? I... you threw me into this dungeon."

  "Yes, and there were very simple rules." He ticks them off on three long fingers. "Reach me a virgin: acceptable. Become pregnant: acceptable. Be devoured: acceptable. Yet you have found a fourth way and you have made your womb into a smuggler's hold."

  His hand touches your abdomen. You whimper in terror as his eyes seem to peer into your flesh.

  "Most unfortunate," he whispers. "I must lose a princess and a consort. But there is no other way."

  "What? Wait! What do you mean?"

  He whirls and steps away from you. His fingers splay in a casting posture and he spits out the power words of a spell you do not recognize. The stench of a swamp fills the room and suddenly there is an enormous, evil-looking frog sitting beside the mad wizard. It is as large as a wagon and it gazes at you with baleful red eyes.

  "No!" you cry as the frog lumbers towards you.

  "You have eliminated all other possibilities," says Madreg. "There is only one acceptable outcome remaining."

  He winks out of existence, disappearing to somewhere else in this multi-dimensional nightmare and leaving you with his frog. The invisible claws that held you helpless are gone. You reach for your sword and manage to draw it as the frog's huge mouth opens. The glistening pink of its tongue unfurls from that horrid maw with such speed you never even react. It snares you roughly and yanks you off your feet and into the frog's mouth.

  For a desperate moment, you struggle to free yourself and push out of the mouth. The frog closes its jaws. It swallows. And the stifling heat of its gullet closes around you. You sword is gone. The walls of this suffocating passage are too tight for you to cast a spell. The only mercy is that unconsciousness comes quickly, so you will never feel the horror of digestion.

  How long will you last inside the frog? Hard to say. But the one thing that is certain is that your adventure is at an end.

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  Aftermath - Escape With Oriodamus

  You tear your gaze away from the terrible fate of Ashara and allow yourself to be pulled along by Oriodamus. Tears fall down your cheeks, but you are not even sure if they are tears of sadness or tears of anger at your own cowardice. Oriodamus smashes the door open with a fist of magical force and you charge into a room containing three bound women on and five orcs. Without thought, you draw your blade and drive it through the chest of the first orc you see. He gurgles and staggers back, leaving a bloody smear on the wall.

  Beside you, Oriodamus casts his spell and you have a moment to recognize the orc called Reemek before he and the remaining orcs are shrunk to the size of ants. You cut free the women and realize as you help them to their feet that they are your sisters.

  "Heidi!" you cry, embracing your youngest sister. "Jacinda! Camilla! Gods, you're all here!"

  "Quickly now," says Oriodamus, "I can teleport us to the surface, but I won't know exactly where. Join hands with me."

  The casting is quick. You are swallowed up by light and a tingling sensation. The bright light fades and you are standing among the mossy ruins of an ancient castle. Gray skies above, but they are skies. You turn up your face to the heavens and a cold rain falls down to great you, slicking your breasts and soaking your loincloth.

  "We're free," you dare to whisper.

  Heidi begins to sob and you hold her tightly in your arms. Jacinda and Camilla dance and stop their feet among the mossy rocks. They laugh at a gray sky that has never looked more beautiful.

  The celebration is short-lived. Oriodamus spots a group of small figures picking their way over the rubble of the castle and in your direction.

  "Goblin patrol," he says, "and by the way they're moving, they have already spotted us. We need to keep moving."

  The joy of escape turns once more to fear of capture and defeat. You flee with the old spell sage and your sisters through the ruins of the castle and out onto a rain swept heath. Your breath mists in the cool air. The goblins are still chasing you and now there is something else, high in the clouds, a black shape that is definitely coming in your direction.

  "A wyvern!" you cry, as it breaks through the rains. The bestial cousin of dragons swoops through the cloud cover and swoops towards you and your sisters. Oriodamus waves his hands and you and your companions seems to disappear. Only you are still there.

  "Oh gods," cries Heidi's voice.

  "Shhhhh," whispers Oriodamus. "I've made us invisible. Move slowly towards that copse of trees. Do not speak. Touch the trunk of the black oak and wait there. We must wait for them to give up the search. Go. Go now."

  The wyvern circles in confusion. The goblins fan out across the heath, prodding bushes with their spears. You move across the landscape and reach the tree indicated by Oriodamus. You feel warm bodies jostling around you and you cling to them, glad to have the closeness even if they are invisible. You insulate each other against the cold. You are fairly certain the old goat of a wizard is fondling your bottom, but you don't care so long as the fiends in the field keep their distance.

  Fortune, for once, is on your side. The wyvern gives up first and reconciles itself with one of the goblins. This sends the remaining goblins scattering and the search is soon completely abandoned. Good, because the invisibility spell wears off only seconds after the last goblin has left the heath.

  The moment of escape is the start of a new life on the run. Madreg is still alive and his armies still on the march. Though you and poor Ashara interrupted his plans, his conquest continues. Oriodamus uses his magic to move you quickly and safeguard you whenever possible, gradually making your way south across the steppes and into the desert of Shaddobar.

  One night, sheltering against a sandstorm, your sisters sleep and Oriodamus explains that he can teach you magic, but that Shaddobar is a land that turns its back on mages.

  "We will be hunted if they know we can cast spells," he warns. "You must guard this secret closely at all times and conceal yourself behind modest garments."

  You are glad for a bit of modesty from the white robes and veils that Oriodamus provides. You embrace him and kiss his withered cheeks.

  "I might have died if you hadn't come to rescue me," you say. "I haven't had a chance to thank you, master, but thank you. For teaching me to protect myself and for coming to me in my moment of need."

  "It was my duty to your family," he says. "Even Madreg believed I was dead, which allowed me to get close enough to save you."

  "Thank you," you whisper and kiss him again. This time your lips find his. The gray wool of his beard scratches against your chin and you giggle. You kiss again, more passionate this time, lips parting to taste the old wizard's tongue.

  "We shouldn't," he whispers.

  "I am still a virgin," you gasp, barely able to control your sudden desire. "Madreg... none of his monsters took that from me. I want... I want you to have it."

  "You're a princess," he counters, but your hand is already stroking him through his dusty robe. You can feel his hardness betraying his true desires.

  "Yes, the rightful heir of Sungbaard." You cradle his cheek and peer into his glittering old eyes. "And I want you to have me."

  Oriodamus is perhaps a century old, though he looks no more than seventy, he is certainly not a man you ever considered a suitor before. Yet it all happens so quickly and easily. His hands undress you. His eager lips caress your shoulder, your breast, and surround a nipple.

  His fingers roam between your thighs and stroke the slick furrow of your sex. You stifle a cry that might awaken your sisters in the dark cave. You thrust yourself against your fingers as he sucks at your tender breast. Your fingers wrap around his cock and you squeeze and stroke him until you feel the slick o
il of his precum.

  "By the aura," moans Oriodamus, "I always fancied you, my dear, but I never would have acted."

  "Oh, never?" You nibble at his earlobe. "What about those spankings?"

  "You were bad," he hisses. "Disobedient. I had to... mmm... punish..."

  Whatever point he was making is lost as you engulf his cock in your mouth and begin to give him a deep, slow and very wet blowjob. You make the most of it, fondling his bollocks and slurping on his length until he begins to guide your bobbing mouth on his cock with a hand on your head.

  A wave of his fingers sends a dozen invisible tongues to lick you while you suck him. These squirming tendrils lap at your slit, batter your clit, and swirl hot circles around your clenched anus. You moan so loudly around his cock that the sound echoes in the cave. The pleasure is exquisite and you communicate it into the desperate hunger of your sucking mouth.

  Oriodamus lifts you with invisible hands and pins you to the wall of the cave. He spreads your thighs and strokes his spit-slicked cock, pressing the tip to your dewy entrance. You both watch with quiet intensity as your old teacher, your mentor, thrusts into your virgin quim and claims your maidenhead. The pain is only a moment that you forget as he kisses you madly and begins to thrust into you.

  The storm howls outside the cave as the passion rages within. Your breasts bounce with each stroke an those magic hands hold you fast. His cock seems huge, stretching you and opening you with every stroke. Filling you with his rigid manhood.

  He leans his face against your neck and exhales loudly. You are on the brink of orgasm when you feel him stiffen, swell, and release his cum deep into your tight channel. The hot throb of his explosion and the wet pressure of his cum adds to your pleasure. His magic tongues resume licking your clit and your ass at just the right moment and you cum, clamping hard on his slow thrusts, milking him dry of every drop.