Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder
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You collapse together panting on the sandy floor of the cave. His cock slips from inside you and the wetness of his cum spills down your thighs. You feel elated and ashamed. Confused. Even a little afraid that he might have put a child in you.
"It's done," you gasp, catching your breath.
"Yes," says Oriodamus, stroking your golden hair. "You can no longer be a part of Madreg's schemes. You're truly free."
"Thank you," you say, rolling against him and banding his legs with your thigh. His flaccid cock is cold with smeared cum. You kiss his face, forcing yourself past your guilt to embrace the man that freed you from your prison.
Oriodamus does not become a regular lover, but there are more moment of pleasure to be found as he teaches you and you make your way with him across the desert. You eventually reach the olive farm of a distant relative who gives you and your sisters shelter. You do not know Peetro well, but he seems a genial sort with a barrel chest and dark hair like your grandfather's. He treats you and your sisters to a feast and promises to find you more permanent accommodations.
But in the morning, the Sultan's guards have arrived. They arrest you, your sisters and Oriodamus. They clamp shackles on Oriodamus to prevent him from casting any spells. A vizier with a cruel face gloats over the arrest.
"What have we done?" you demand of the man.
He hops down from his carriage and strokes your face. You jerk away from him.
"You, my golden-haired beauty, and your lovely sisters, will make fine additions to Sultan Hett's harem. Your wizard," he jerks his head towards Oriodamus, "will be sent to the dungeons to work his magic only one what the sultan ordains."
"You can't do this, you don't-"
The man slaps you hard across the face.
"Mind your tongue, northern whore. I'm only sparing your wizard because Peetro gave you up and begged mercy."
"What a hero," you mutter, glaring at Peetro as you are dragged into one of the waiting carriages.
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Encounter Ten - Yalak and the Manticore
"This one," you declare.
You open the door marked with the winged lion and step from the tiled chamber to a warm cave tunnel. Ahead, the tunnel curves, but you can see a faint light. The door closes behind you as you and Yalak step farther into the tunnel, sealing you both on your course of action. You wait for your eyes to adjust to this new level of light and then you continue on your way.
The tunnel winds left and right, the faint light growing brighter and revealing itself as red. There is an increasingly musty smell in the air, like a dirty stable. At last, you reach a large cave chamber illuminated by the burning red gas of a fissure in the cave wall. It is a hellish light that makes you tense and bathes the chamber in an unpleasant heat. You take a cautious step into this cave and spot the exit across the camber. It is a simple wooden door reinforced with bands of iron.
A dark shape is blocking you from this door. It stirs and stands, yawning with its leonine jaws spreading wide to reveal huge fangs and rows of sharp teeth.
This is no ordinary lion. It has a black body with fur that shimmers in the red light. Its head is huge, even for a lion, and its snaps open the wings on its back to reveal a massive span and bat like physiology. In place of a lion's tail, the creature possesses a huge, black stinger like a scorpion's tail. It curls upwards with a barbed tip that gleams in the red light.
"M-manticore," you whisper.
You should have known it. You remember that they have a taste for human flesh and their tail's stinger can paralyze a full grown man with a single touch.
"Maybe we run away now," whispers Yalak.
The manticore's head jerks in your direction and it gazes at you with malevolent, savage intelligence. Its roar shakes your bones. By the time you have recovered from the stunning noise, you realize it is coming straight towards you at a purposeful speed.
Adrenaline thrums in your veins. You and Yalak may have only one chance to react.
What do you do?
WAIT
PARLEY
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
Encounter eleven - Ask Xinophus about his assistants
"You have assistants?" you ask. "Can you tell me more about them?"
His tentacles ripple for a moment as if he is considering whether or not to answer your questions. A milky membrane blinks over his eyes.
"Madreg demands much from me and so I must employ assistants. I only keep one at a time. Right now I have Lyrica and my other assistant is resting."
"Resting?"
"Yes, she is preserved in Tonic of Laxarrus. She can be revived by simply draining the solution and she will be ready to aid me."
The thought that this strange, sinister creature is keeping women preserved in liquid is terrifying. Your hairs stand on end and you feel the urge to turn and run from this room. Before you can, Xinophus rings a small bell that he has produced from a pocket of his robe. The bell tinkles gaily. After a moment, you hear shuffling feet and a woman enters the room.
She is short and slender and completely nude. Her dark hair hangs straight past her cheeks, past her shoulders, to brush the tops of her very small breasts. Her nipples are small and dark against her olive skin. She looks up at you with dark eyes. Her hands are folded modestly over a dark thatch of pubic hair.
"This is Lyrica," says Xinophus. He tilts her chin up with a finger beneath her chin. her lips are soft and pale pink and there is a certain dullness to her eyes that suggests she might be under this creature's thrall. "She is quite a good worker and very capable of pleasing."
"I... hello, Lyrica," you say.
"Hello," she says and walks towards you. "Are you joining us?"
She brings her hands up to your face. You flinch away.
"Kiss her," says Xinophus. His words ring in your mind with surprising force. Lyrica steps closer, her pink tongue flicking out to moisten her full lips. She smiles as she looks up at you. Xinophus repeats, "Kiss her."
Lyrica rises on her tip toes, her lips slightly parted. You feel a throbbing urge to give in to your lust and kiss her. You feel certain that kiss will lead to greater pleasure. Your body burns with unexpected desire.
Do you kiss Lyrica?
Yes, her lips look so inviting
No, this must be a trap
Encounter Eleven – Refuse to Drink the Potion
You’ll not be lulled into drinking a potion that will take away your mind. You take a step back from the mindsucker and let your hand rest on your sword. He follows closer, tentacles rippling with displeasure or perhaps arousal. His eyes seem so huge and gelatinous. They almost seem to plead with you, but you force yourself to look away.
“Stay back,” you warn. “I do not wish to draw my blade and strike you down.”
“Strike me down?” Xinophus moves closer, almost as if he does not even stride so much as float. His warm fingertips caress your hand and your arm. His tentacles ripple, exposing the black, beaklike structure of his lipless mouth. “My dear, I mean you no harm. No harm at all.”
Too late, you realize his gambit. While his rippling tentacles and stroking hand have occupied your attention, the mindsucker has slipped his other hand down by your side. He jabs something painfully into the meat of your thigh. You cry out and draw your blade. The mindsucker has already moved out of your reach.
“Wh-what did you do?” You look down and see drops of blood welling from the puncture wound on your thigh. A broken glass vial lies at your feet.
"Shhhhhhh," comes the inhuman reply. "It will all be over soon. Your mind belongs to me now."
The poison was not meant to kill you. It melts away your willpower and buries your personality beneath a heavy blanket of subservience. Your sword drops from your fingers and, as your eyes clear, you look at the purple fleshed creature with the dull eyes of a cow.
"I am your master, Xinophus," says the creature. "You will be one of my assistants from this point forward. When I
need you, I will call upon you. When you are not needed, you will be kept in a jar of preservative fluid. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master," you say as the last of your personality succumbs to the poison.
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