Forced To Breed With The Dungeon Beasts (Monster Breeding)

by A. J. Hamilton

  Forced To Breed With The Dungeon Beasts

  by A.J. Hamilton

  Copyright A.J. Hamilton 2012

  The author asserts that this is an original work. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  ‘This is going to be the best vacation EVER!’ Amy Trent squealed as she drove the rental car along the tree-lined road that led to the English village of Slaybury. She and her best friend Sally Wyndham had been driving since they had landed at the airport in London four hours ago. Their homes in central New York seemed like a distant memory now they were surrounded by English hills and trees.

  ‘It seems like a long way to come to see a tiny village,’ Sally said from the passenger seat. She had a large map unfolded on her knees and she studied it carefully, tracing every twist and turn in the road. ‘The village is hardly even on the map…just its name and a tiny dot of buildings.’

  ‘Hey,’ Amy said mocking seriousness, ‘that tiny dot is where my dad’s ancestors come from. I have great grandparents buried in the cemetery. So please be more respectful of my roots.’

  Sally rolled her eyes. ‘Just so long as there are hot guys there. We could have spent this vacation on a beach sunning our bods and having guys hit on us. Instead, we’re going to be in a village looking at the ancient roots of your family tree.’

  ‘You’re forgetting something, Sally…the freaking castle!’

  Looking up from the map, Sally seemed blasé about the whole castle thing. ‘Yeah, a castle. Big whoop.’

  Amy shook her head at her friend. Her long blond locks tumbled over her blue eyes and she brushed them away. ‘You need to get some culture in you, girl!’

  ‘I need to get something in me all right,’ Sally replied, ‘but it ain’t culture.’

  ‘Sally!’ Amy sounded disgusted.

  ‘Well you may be into castles and history and all that shit but I’d rather have a muscular Englishman bend me over and take me hard from behind.’

  ‘Sally!’

  ‘I wonder if Englishmen have big cocks.’

  Amy locked her eyes on the road ahead and remained quiet.

  ‘Oh come on, I’m just kidding you. You really need to lose that nerd exterior, Amy. Remember how you got teased in High School?’

  ‘High School is over. I don’t need to remember how I got bullied by a bunch of cruel girls. We’re women now and we should act more grown up.’

  ‘You’ve always acted the same…like you’re afraid of boys and the whole sex thing.’

  Amy shrugged. ‘I’m just saving myself for when I meet the right man.’

  ‘You’ll never meet him if you avoid the male population at all costs.’

  ‘I do not avoid the male population. I see Denny regularly.’

  ‘Yeah, to play video games. And you only see him online. Seriously, Amy, you need to loosen up some.’ She consulted the map. ‘Take a left turn up ahead.’

  A tiny wooden sign with the word “Slaybury” painted on it in black paint was the only indication of the nearby village. Amy took the turn and they found themselves on a narrow road bordered with high hedgerows and thick stands of trees.

  ‘Your dad’s family come from a village in the middle of nowhere,’ Sally announced. She laid her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes. She was pretty, with dark hair that reached her shoulders in light curls and dark brown eyes that seemed able to enchant guys. Amy wished she had Sally’s confidence with the opposite sex. She just felt so awkward around boys. So she hid her figure in loose-fitting clothing and wore thick-rimmed glasses to hide her face as best she could. She didn’t want her life to be like this, timid and quiet, but she couldn’t be any other way. She knew that nothing could change her.

  Little did Amy know that in a few hours, she would be on her knees naked in a dungeon begging to be fucked by a huge ugly beast while she stroked a second beast’s thick cock with her small fingers and waited obediently for it to cum over her tits.

  Sighing, she drove into the village of Slaybury and parked in a small gravelled area near a handful of shops.

  ‘We’re here,’ she said to Sally.

  Her friend woke up and looked around. ‘This is it? A pub and a few houses? Where are we going to stay? I think we should go back to London, find a nice hotel, check out the night life…’

  ‘They have rooms at the pub,’ Amy said. ‘It’ll be quaint.’

  ‘Quaint my ass,’ Sally complained, getting out of the car. The day was sunny and warm but there were no people about. ‘It’s quiet,’ Sally said. ‘Too quiet.’

  ‘Don’t be so dramatic,’ Amy said, climbing out of the car. She looked around and took a deep breath of fresh air. ‘Let’s go check out the pub and get directions to the castle.’

  Sally sighed. ‘Fine.

  The pub was called The Broken Cross and it was noisy inside with villagers drinking and talking but as soon as the girls stepped inside, the place became deathly silent. Amy felt like every pair of eyes in the place were burning into her. She blushed and looked at the floor. A big bald barman in his fifties came over, wiping glasses with a dirty white cloth and looking at the two American girls.

  ‘Can I help you ladies?’

  Amy remained quiet so Sally spoke up. ‘We’re looking for the castle.’

  ‘Oh, is that right?’ He looked beyond them to the drinkers sitting at scarred wooden tables around a stone fireplace. ‘And why do you want to go to Slaybury castle?’

  ‘Good question,’ Sally said.

  ‘I…my dad’s family are from the village,’ Amy said quietly, ‘and he used to tell me about the castle when I was a little girl.’

  The bartender raised an eyebrow. ‘From around these parts, eh? What’s your name?’

  ‘Amy…Amy Trent.’

  ‘Trent is it? Well we have a few Trents buried in the churchyard but the last of the family left for America in the sixties.’

  Amy nodded. ‘That would be my grandparents and my dad.’

  He eyed her closely. ‘So why have you come back?’

  Amy cleared her throat nervously. ‘Just to see the castle.’

  He leaned over the bar toward them and grinned but there was no mirth in his expression. ‘Well you two take my advice. Go and have a look at the castle while it’s still daylight but after that, go back to London or whichever city you came from and don’t come back to Slaybury again.’

  ‘We wanted to stay here overnight,’ Sally said. Amy realized that her friend hadn’t wanted to stay a few minutes ago but now she saw it as a challenge and Sally couldn’t resist a challenge.

  A murmur went up from the patrons at the tables.

  ‘No, no, that won’t do,’ the barman said, shaking his head. ‘We can’t have young girls like you two in the village overnight. Anything could bloody happen!’

  ‘We’re not girls, we’re twenty three,’ Sally said through gritted teeth. If there was anything Sally hated, it was being talked down to. And she wasn’t about to take it from this English pub owner.

  ‘Come on,’ Amy said, ‘let�
��s go.’

  ‘No. You wanted to see the castle and we will see the castle.’ She stared resolutely at the barman. ‘Are you going to tell us where it is or do we have to go looking for ourselves?’

  One of the drinkers, an old man with a white beard, spoke up. ‘Let them go, Dave. Maybe if them two go to Slaybury Castle, it’ll stop the…happenings…for a while.’

  The barman looked at the old man. ‘But they’re just two young women, Frank. What about the…’

  ‘Let them go,’ the old man repeated.

  The barman looked genuinely concerned. He looked at the girls and whispered, ‘Be sure to get back to the village by sundown.’

  ‘Oh, please,’ Sally said, rolling her eyes. ‘This isn’t some Hammer horror movie. Where’s the damn castle?’

  ‘Take the path behind the pub. It leads into the woods all the way to Slaybury Castle. You can look around the ruined parts of the castle but don’t try to get into the parts that are still standing and have their doors closed.’

  ‘Thanks,’ Sally said, turning to the door. ‘Let’s go, Amy.’

  ‘It’s noon now,’ the barman said. ‘It’ll be getting dark in a few hours. Be in your car and on your way by teatime.’

  Sally rolled her eyes again. ‘You guys have seen too many bad horror movies.’

  Outside, the sunlight seemed bright after the dark dingy interior of The Broken Cross. They found the tiny path leading into the woods and started along it.

  ‘What do you think the bartender was trying to warn us about?’ Amy asked. The happenings at the pub had unnerved her and she was no longer so sure she wanted to investigate too deeply into the village and the castle. Right now, a large hotel room in London sounded very inviting. And a few drinks in the hotel bar, which would be civilized and nothing like the Broken Cross pub in Slaybury.

  They walked for an hour before they came upon the ruins of Slaybury Castle. It was just like Amy’s dad had told her; a collection of ruined stone walls and battlements around a central building that still stood solid and proud even as its defensive walls had crumbled around it. Her dad had said there were even rumours that the castle dungeons were still intact beneath the site but no one had ever found the entrance to them. The thought of rooms underground beneath her feet made Amy shudder. People used to be tortured in castle dungeons. Perhaps there were still bones down there, manacled to the cold stone walls.

  ‘Pretty cool,’ Sally said, climbing over a ruined wall to get closer to the standing building.

  ‘Yeah, it’s hard to believe my dad came here when he was a kid even before I was born and now here I am, all grown up and standing here too.’

  ‘Hey, look there’s a door,’ Sally said, pointing at a stout wooden door set into the stone wall of the one good part of the castle.

  ‘We should leave that alone,’ Amy said, ‘and stick to the ruins. It’s probably dangerous in there. The floor could have collapsed, or be unsafe or something.’ She really didn’t want Sally to open that door and the fear that rose inside her was irrational but there just the same, making her mind imagine all sorts of bad things behind that door.

  ‘Yeah, whatever,’ Sally said. ‘I’ve come all the way out here to a no-guy zone so I’m going to try and find some kind of fun.’ She braced herself against the heavy door, turned the iron ring that served as a door handle, and pushed with all her might.

  The door opened and Sally fell through the opening.

  ‘Sally!’ Amy ran over to make sure her friend was OK.

  Sally sat on her butt in the middle of a large room. She got up and brushed dust off her jeans and denim jacket. ‘Wow, look at this place!’

  Curiosity overcame Amy’s fear and she stepped inside. The room was large with a high beamed ceiling. The walls were hung with old tapestries and a large stone fireplace dominated one wall.

  ‘We need to get out of here,’ Amy said, suddenly panicking.

  ‘What? Why?’

  ‘Because there’s a fire burning in the fireplace. Someone lives here!’

  Sally looked over at the pile of logs burning with bright orange flames. Then both girls saw a high-backed leather chair near the fire and a man sitting in the chair. He stood up and stared at them. Well over six feet tall and dressed in a dark blue jacket and pants over a waistcoat and white open collared shirt, he was thin and graceful. His face was bordered with a closely trimmed black beard and moustache that matched his collar length hair. His eyes were dark and piercing. In one hand he held a gold-topped walking stick.

  ‘Ladies,’ he said, ‘welcome to Slaybury Castle.’

  Amy and Sally looked at each other. ‘What do we do now?’ Amy asked.

  Sally shrugged. ‘He seems harmless enough. A little odd maybe.’

  The man stepped forward, bowing slightly. ‘I am Grayson Highfield. Pleased to make your acquaintance.’

  ‘I’m Sally and this is Amy,’ Sally said. ‘Do you live here?’

  ‘I do. I look after the beasts in the dungeon.’

  Sally laughed but to Amy it sounded nervous. ‘Yeah, right,’ she said.

  ‘Oh I’m not joking, my dear. In fact, your arrival is perfectly timed. My pets need to breed, you see, but we have a shortage of women breeders. And we can’t just put an ad on the internet. My beasts really are quite beastly. So we have to go hunting every now and then for females. But here you two come literally knocking on my door. Quite fortunate.’

  ‘Let’s get out of here,’ Amy said to her friend. Grayson Highfield was obviously a madman. She turned around and shrieked with disgust and fear when she saw the creature standing in the doorway. It was huge and muscled and green. It had tusks and an ugly face. It let out a low guttural growl that sounded primal and animalistic and it came forward with a lumbering gait. Amy screamed and Sally joined her before Grayson’s walking stick rapped them both on the back of the neck and the girls were knocked unconscious.

  When Amy woke up, she was in a cell. The walls were made of stone and her wrists were manacled in heavy iron bracelets attached to short chains that passed through an iron ring set into the stone. The only light came from a flickering torch in the corridor beyond the barred door. She was naked.

  Scared and embarrassed, she struggled against the chains. They rattled and clinked together but she was restrained securely.

  ‘Amy?’ Sally was chained to the wall across the cell. She was also naked and in the torchlight, she looked beautiful with her perky breasts and neatly trimmed dark pussy. Amy realized that Sally could see her too and she blushed and pressed her thighs together to protect her modesty. Her own breasts were larger than Sally’s and with her hands chained above her head, she had no way of hiding them.

  ‘Where are we?’ Sally whispered.

  ‘I think we’re in the dungeon beneath the castle.’

  ‘Indeed you are,’ said Grayson Highfield, stepping into the cell with a click of his walking stick on the stone floor. Behind him stood the creature Amy had seen in the doorway upstairs. It was huge. Its skin looked leathery and it was mottled gray and green. The beast’s face looked ugly and squat, like the face of a troll in a children’s storybook. Its body was stocky and muscular. It was naked and between its legs hung a long thick cock and a pair of heavy balls in a leathery scrotum. Amy looked away, disgusted.

  ‘What the hell is that?’ Sally asked. Amy could detect both fear and loathing in her friend’s voice.

  ‘This is Gnarl,’ Grayson replied. ‘He is one of my beasts. And he is pleased that you two lovely girls are here because Gnarl needs to breed.’

  The beast grunted. His beady green eyes flickered from Amy to Sally as if choosing a meal from a menu.

  ‘No fucking way,’ Sally said, trying to sound brave. But Amy knew that both of them were helpless. Chained and naked, they couldn’t escape the fate about to befall them.

  Grayson looked up at the beast. ‘She has spirit, Gnarl. Perhaps you should break that spirit and take her first.’

  The creature moved
forward toward Sally. The beautiful naked dark-haired girl writhed helplessly in her chains. ‘No…please…’

  Amy was unable to tear her eyes away as the hideous beast reached out a huge strong hand and stroked his fingers across Sally’s breasts. Despite her fear, Sally’s nipples rose obediently beneath the creature’s fingers, becoming hard like two excited fleshy towers. The creature used both hands to maul the pair of breasts. Amy noticed his huge member thickening and rising. His leathery balls seemed to become tighter and his cock grew erect until it looked like a small arm with a fist at the end. Amy gasped.

  Grayson looked at her and smiled. ‘Don’t worry, my dear, your time will come. After we see how Gnarl treats your friend, I’ll get a beast to breed with you. Or maybe you’d like two. Hmmm, taken by two of my dungeon beasts…now that would be quite a sight.’

  Sally’s cries of protest had become quiet whimpers and Amy looked over to see the creature on his hands and knees sniffing at Sally’s pussy. A thick tongue snaked out of his tusked mouth and tasted the girl’s womanhood. Sally let out a gasp but now Amy wasn’t sure if it was a gasp of fear or pleasure. Sally closed her eyes and wriggled her hips as Gnarl licked and lapped between her legs.

  Then Amy heard her friend whisper, ‘Oh fuck, yes!’

  ‘Sally! You can’t be enjoying this!’

  Grayson chuckled.

  Sally didn’t reply. Instead, she opened her legs to give the monster easier access to her pussy. Gnarl’s tongue pushed inside her and she trembled and moaned as it explored her inner tunnel.

  Amy could smell her friend’s arousal. She couldn’t believe Sally was letting the creature do these things to her and she was enjoying it.

  As if reading her thoughts, Grayson said, ‘It’s quite simple, Amy. You are females. When your buttons are pressed in the correct order, your bodies respond. It’s a primal instinct buried deep within your brains and there’s nothing you can do to fight it. Look how Sally responds to Gnarl. Look how she opens her legs for him. Right now, there’s nothing poor Sally wants more than to have the beast’s male member inside her. It’s an evolutionary response. Charles Darwin knew his stuff, don’t you think?’