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

by Amanda Clover

  "Let me go," you say.

  "No."

  "What are you doing?"

  "This is my function," says the sphere. "You must be secured before you are transported to the dairy. Some women enjoy being pleasured. I can make you feel very good. Would you like me to pleasure you or take you directly to the dairy?"

  You can't reach your sword and you have no hope of ripping your arms free of the powerful tendrils. Your heart hammers in your chest and you look up at your face reflected in the hovering orb. You get the feeling that it will not wait long for answer.

  What do you do?

  Tell the orb you want pleasure

  Tell the orb to take you to the dairy

  Encounter Fourteen - The First Torture

  You had dozed off strapped to the table in the darkness, but you are awakened by the sound of the door opening and a sudden wash of bright light over your face. You squint against the lantern as the clanking giant enters the room.

  "You can keep me prisoner," you moan. "But I'm not leaving. I'm not going back!"

  "In four days," growls the loud voice. "The orc will come and you will be given to him."

  "Never!"

  "Agree to this," says the iron giant.

  "I won't go!"

  "Then you will be punished."

  The steaming giant hangs the lantern above the table. It turns at its waist and bends down enough for you to see some of the mechanical workings on its back. It picks up two huge buckets slopping with water, ice-cold overflow splashing into your side and making you gasp in surprise.

  "I won't," you say defiantly.

  The giant pours the first bucket over your body. The water is agonizingly cold and shocks the breath from your lungs. The air escapes you in a hot steam and you strain against the shackles securing you to the table. Your nipples go painfully hard and you twist and buck against the flow of water as he continues to pour. When the first bucket is done, the giant tosses it aside and holds the second over your body.

  "W-wait," you gasp, teeth chattering. "Please. It's too cold."

  "Cold? You are an interloper. You deserve only the cold."

  It tips the second bucket over your face and your objects are washed away in a petrifying cascade of cold water. You sputter and try to breathe. You can only turn your head so far and the overflowing water drains over your lips and nose and pours beneath you in a painfully cold waterfall.

  The giant finishes pouring the second bucket and tosses it aside with a clatter. You lie gasping, teeth loudly clicking together, your body prickled with cold and trembling. For several seconds you cannot even form a coherent thought.

  "Do you yield, intruder? Will you be handed over to the orc?" There is a note of resignation as it adds, "Or must I continue to punish you?"

  You look up at the heartless machine. You answer forms on your trembling lips.

  How do you answer?

  You yield

  You are defiant

  Encounter Thirteen - Inside Your Ass

  "Cum inside me," you cry, your body still quaking from the waves of orgasm. "I need to feel it... ooh... inside me!

  Ashara's smile become a fanged grin as she begins to roughly hammer her huge cock into the stretched pucker of your anus. Her hardness fills you completely. Her tightening bollocks no longer even touch your ass with each stroke. Gods, she is so big inside you! Her flesh is so hot!

  "I can feel it," you moan. "I can feel your cock is about to...to..."

  "Explode!" cries the succubus, slamming her fuckpole deep into your clenching ass. Her cock throbs powerfully, bucking against your stretched hole an instant before you feel the hot flood of cum gushing into your bowels. Your eyes go wide as the almost painfully-hot seed pours into you, the pressure mounting with each pulse of her cock and each balls-deep thrust into your cum-stuffed ass.

  The gut-swelling pressure and the toe-curling pleasure unite to meet a dreamy, giddy sensation that you are floating. Something inside you, in the cum of the demoness, is like a drug, infusing your body with her supernatural lust. Your mind drifts loose in the flow of time. You smile at the succubus. She is saying something, withdrawing her cock from your ass and letting her cum pour out of your hole and onto the bed.

  Your perceptions lose all continuity. You are kissing Ashara, tongues melding together, and then you are sucking her. She is licking you. Her cock is between your breasts and spewing out fat ropes of lavender-tinged spunk that glaze you heavily in warmth. On your hands and knees, she pulls your hair and pounds her cock into your ass. You are begging for it. Begging for more as she pumps another load deep into your clutching bowels.

  Kissing, rubbing together, breasts sheened in her seed. Nipple caught in her sucking mouth. Screaming with orgasm as her fingers fuck your cum-slicked ass. Her mouth on your clit. Your tongue between her cheeks, probing her hole. Finally, riding atop Ashara, cock buried between your cheeks, breasts heaving and only controlled by her hands. Begging for it again, begging for more of that hot, silky drug to be injected into your hungry ass.

  You collapse atop her, riding a torrent of ecstasy as she stuffs you with another boiling load of her cum. The white covers you like a fog, swallowing you up into a realm of bliss.

  You awaken in pain. Your entire body aches, your lips are chapped, but it is your poor ass that hurts the most. You are lying face down and you can feel the sticky cum leaking from your fucked hole. Ashara is curled behind you, an arm thrown over your back and her huge cock finally gone and replaced by her delicate lavender folds.

  "Mmmmmmm," you moan, trying to roll onto your side. "It hurts."

  She lifts her head and looks at you, a sympathetic smile on her lips.

  "I know," she murmurs. "My seed heals, but it is also addicting. I had to stop and leave you in pain. But there are other ways I can help that. Roll back onto your tummy."

  You do and Ashara climbs onto her hands and knees and crawls between your legs. Her hands caress your buttocks and you feel her warm kiss meet one cheek. She gently spreads you open and you let out a hiss of pain as some of the stickiness clings a little too much to your sore flesh.

  "Ohhh, poor princess," she murmurs, holding your buttocks spread. "Let me make that feel all better."

  Her tongue is long and hot and eager to explore and lap and soothe your sore anus. She cleans you as she licks you. Her rimming tongue not only relaxes your tension, but seems to heal the soreness in your ass. Her saliva soaks into your tired flesh and rejuvenates you. Her probing tongue cleans her cum from your well-fucked ass.

  When she is done, you do feel relief, and she joins you once more in an embrace. Her kiss is salty-sweet with her delicious spunk and you gladly share the traces of it on your tongue. You begin to writhe against her, eager once more for the many pleasure she can offer, but Ashara gently pushes you away.

  "No, my sweet princess, we have spent too long indulging in our desires." She sits up, leaving you aching with lust. "I will brew us some solivus tea to cure the last of your ailments. Then, you must be on your way."

  She passes through the crimson curtains, leaving you writhing with lust on the bed. The desire does fade a bit and you stop touching your nipples and clit and hoping for her to return and fuck you some more. Your mind returns to your purpose: rescue your sisters, escape the maze, defeat Madreg. If it means helping the succubus with her plan, well, you can think of more unpleasant allies.

  The beautiful demoness returns, looking completely composed in a sheer blue gown and carrying a silver tea tray. She hands you a cup with cream and sugar. The tea is disgusting, but you drink it all and begin to feel better almost immediately. Your aching muscles are relieved and even the chapping on your lips fades away.

  "It tastes terrible, but this is powerful stuff," you say, saluting her with your emptied cup.

  "Solivus is an abyssal herb," she explains. "The chirurgeons of the Temple of Torment use it to deaden the senses of those they need to remain still while they carry out their alterations."


  "Sounds like a lovely place." You set the cup back on the tea tray. "Perhaps I can visit you there some time once we have freed ourselves of this maze."

  "Oh, my, no," chuckles Ashara. "I would never allow you to fall into the Temple of Torment. But perhaps a location more picturesque. The Sea of Drowned Hopes is actually quite beautiful when the dread pickers are harvesting. The moaning miasma will roll across the gentle tide and you can see a thousand glowing lights on their lures bobbing above the surface as the dread pickers walk among the drowned. Very romantic."

  You trust the succubus so thoroughly that you almost believe her. You gaze at her adoringly, wondering if now might be an opportunity to kiss her once more.

  "I will do whatever you desire," you murmur.

  "You must go now, princess." She rises from the bed. "First, I will give you the ring that will allow you to contact me and protect you from further danger. I don't want anything at all hurting you."

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Sixteen - Keep Fighting

  You pinch your lips tightly and turn your head away. The woman yanks your mouth back and buries your entire face beneath a warm avalanche of her titflesh. You twist your neck back and forth under the smothering weight of her milk-heavy tits. Though her warm cream spills onto your cheeks, your neck, and your own breasts, you get very little in your mouth.

  Madreg says something, though you can't make it out, and the weight of the chanter's breasts lifts from your face. You gasp fresh air. She steps away from you, freeing your head and neck completely, though your arms and legs are still pinned to the altar by the hooded women.

  "Unfortunate," says Madreg. He is standing at the altar with his cock in his hand. He climbs between your pinned legs, stroking his purple-black phallus as he reaches down and tears away your loincloth. His evil smile widens at the sight of your golden thatch, dewy with moisture. Damn your body for betraying you in this temple.

  "You rotten old lunatic," you sputter. "Get that thing away from me!"

  Madreg crawls atop you and presses his cock to your delicate folds. You gasp at the heat of his cock. It is much warmer than human flesh, just short of painful as he slides it over your quim and lubricates his cock with your juices.

  "My dear, I want you to enjoy this. It is such a beautiful moment."

  "Hard to enjoy anything staring up into that ugly face!"

  You try to twist your hips away as he continues to ride the underside of his cock against your wetness. The women hold you fast and there is no escape. The burning heat of Madreg's shaft rubs against your clit and you barely fight the sudden urge to moan.

  "A fair point," says Madreg.

  He leans back onto his knees and continuing to toy with his cock against your virgin quim. He slaps the fleshy bludgeon of his fuckmeat onto your mound repeatedly and batters your clit. You wince, but again stifle a moan.

  With a nod of his head, one of the women standing near the altar strips off her crimson loincloth, exposing a thick thatch of dark hair and a blushing quim that seems dripping wet. She is not quite so pregnant and her breasts are not quite so swollen as most of the others. She crawls atop you and turns as she straddles your face. Your view of Madreg is blocked out by the big, pale cheeks of her buttock and the glistening trench of her womanly cunt. You cannot help but inhale the rank scent of her arousal.

  "There you are, princess," says Madreg, pressing his cock at your entrance. "Something nicer for you to look at and a better use for that dagger of a tongue."

  The plump ass blocking your view wriggles from side to side invitingly. The damp fur of the woman's cunt rubs against your chin.

  Madreg's cock thrusts into your quim without further prelude. Your velvet folds open to him and the huge, ridged length of his cock violates your chastity. There is a sting of pain, to be sure, but you are so well lubricated that he slides easily in and easily back out. You clutch around him, shocked at first, but feeling a devilish warmth of pleasure building through the ache of your deflowering.

  "By the abyss, you are as tight as I hoped," groans the mad wizard. "I would spill my seed within you in an instant, but I wish to savor these moments. The undoing of the world begins with this act of love."

  Love? Your body shudders as Madreg works his cock in and out of your tight quim. The piping of the organ presses on your mind. You inhale the sweet musk of the hindquarters blocking out your view of Madreg. Gods, you are drooling at the thought of licking that furry quim. Of burying your nose in that plump ass. Better that than endure pleasure from the man who has destroyed everything you love.

  What do you do?

  Lick her

  Refuse to give up

  Encounter Five - Parley

  You believe that every creature deserves a chance to explain itself, even slithering goo heaps. Maybe finding your sister's jewelry was just a misunderstanding. Surely you can talk things over with this glowing slime stretching out to cover the floor.

  Raising your hands so that they are well away from your sword, you take a few steps towards the slime.

  "Greetings," you say. "My name is Kirsten. I do not mean you any harm."

  The surface of the slime quivers in response to your words. Maybe it understands. It begins to curl around the room, spreading out and blocking your way to the hatch from both directions.

  "That's...I need to get out that way. And what of this jewelry I have found on the floor? Did you slurp up my beloved sister?"

  You address your words to the strange purple nucleus of the slime. You try to reason with it.

  Suddenly, pseudopodia shoot out from the slime at you. You manage to dodge the first one, but you drop to one knee and two more wrap around your legs. You are being drawn towards the slime.

  You have only seconds before you are pulled into that gooey mass.

  What do you do?

  Appeal to the slime's mercy

  Use your sword to free yourself

  Use your magic to free yourself

  Encounter Fourteen - Your breasts can swallow him up

  Olaf looks at you with a bemused smile as you kneel before him and take his cock out through the buttoned front of his coveralls. A nest of white hair sprouts at the base of his modest manhood. It is quite large for his size, though certainly no match for most human men. Being a virgin, that hardly concerns you. You release your hold on him and cradle your breasts in your hands, letting your thumbs drag over your hard nipples.

  "What are you doing?" he says, his words thick with the brandy.

  "I saw the way you looked at these." Your voice is husky with lust. "How would you like me to squeeze that gnome cock between them?"

  "Ohhhh," he groans, his head lolling onto the back of the bench. "My dear, I can think of no better idea than that."

  "Mmmmm, good."

  You lean your tits into his lap, letting the warm weight of them fall around his cock. Your hand strokes his root, lifting your tits with each wank of his cock as you slap him between your dangling titmeat. Your bum rests on your heels, warmed by the open kiln behind you, but all your attention is on Olaf's hot cock as you press it between your tits.

  "Ohhhh, like two warm pillows," he cries. "You've no idea how good it feels."

  You use both hands and squeeze your tits a bit tighter around him. You begin to wank him with your tits, bouncing them up and down, slapping your breasts against his lap and feeling the hot iron of his cock gliding between them. You stop and drool a strand of spit onto his purple prick, massaging it into his shaft and glistening cockhead before resuming your stroking. You work him into a squirming frenzy. He moans and humps his cock into that squeezing valley between your breasts.

  "I cannot last much longer," he pants. "My seed is boiling."

  You've taken him to the edge and you know it.

  What do you do?

  Finish him between your tits

  Suck the cum from him

  Offer up your ass

  Offer him your pussy

 
Encounter Fourteen - Wait

  Waiting means retreating. The iron giant lumbers towards you and you are forced back. You nearly trip over some smithing equipment and bits of scrap iron. You scramble backwards, fear and adrenaline keeping you moving as you look up at those glowing red eyes.

  "Leave this place! Leave or you will suffer!"

  "I have nowhere to go!" you cry in answer. You are not even certain it hears you as it continues to tell you to leave and lumbers towards you. If you slow and allow it to get too close it begins swinging its huge hammer back and forth. One blow from that will surely smash half the bones in your body.

  The heat becomes more intense again. You can hear the roar of hot iron being poured and the clang of ingots being broken from molds. The hammer swings towards you again and you roll backwards, nearly losing your sword in the process. Your hand goes to your belt as you stumble back.

  The iron giant stops.

  "Look out! You fool!" The screams from the machine become suddenly more shrill as they echo through the cave.

  For a long moment, you wonder why its tone has changed. Then your back stride fails to make contact with solid ground. You feel an intense heat on your leg and then you are falling.

  The molten iron swallows you up with a burst of flame. The pain is excruciating, but mercifully brief as your burning body disappears forever into the iron.

  You have suffered a fatal accident. Your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Four - The Ogre

  The iron door opens easily. As you step through it closes behind you with a resounding thud. There is no mechanism to open it again on this side. You are in a narrow, almost lightless hallway. You can still hear the crackling of fire. You are wary as you step forward, but the floor suddenly gives out beneath you as a trapdoor swings open.