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

by Amanda Clover

  You sift desperately through all of the magic Oriodamus has given you and yet your thoughts return to a single spell, its name seeming to blaze in your memory: disintegration. A powerful destructive magic. You used it once to reduce a suit of mail and a stuffed dummy to bits of metal and straw. It is useless against larger foes, but just right for dismantling a creature like this.

  Just as your mind feels as if it is about to break, you raise your hands and speak the deceptively simple power words. Magical energy rushes up your arm and you feel it bursting invisibly form your fingertip.

  The creature draws up stiffly. For a moment you think it has somehow stopped or deflected the magic. Its golden eyes widen. In a burst of dust and debris, the creature is suddenly and irrevocably dismantled. Its pieces hiss like sand and crumble in an instant, leaving behind only a fraying robe and a few bits of desiccated flesh.

  You step cautiously forward and prod the pile of remains with your toe. From the room behind the creature comes a soft rasp of metal. You advance into a chamber lit by gaslight, your sword at the ready.

  "Please," cries a small woman with dark eyes. "Don't hurt me... I don't... I don't know where I am!"

  "I mean no harm," you say and offer your hand. She takes it and rises to her feet. "Who are you? How did you come to be here?"

  "My name is Lyrica," she says. "I was captured by the armies of Madreg. I remember a dungeon... monsters... and then I woke up standing and working at this table."

  She gestures to more alchemical equipment and a workbench strewn with various components and herbs. A strong-smelling lavender brew is boiling in a glass retort and dripping into a glass cup.

  But you no longer care about that, nor about Lyrics, for beyond the work table you see several upright cylinders of glass, each large enough to contain a person. Only one of the cylinders contains a person. Your sister Camilla, beautiful and nude, floats in an amber fluid. Her eyes are closed and her hair drifts about her like sea silk.

  "Gods! Camilla!" Your hurry to the cylinder. Its base is etched with gibberish, but you find a valve mechanism. You turn it open and the fluid drains. The cylinder retracts slowly and Camilla slumps into your arms. You stroke her back as she begins to cough and vomit forth the liquid in her lungs. "Sister! You're alive! Oh, thank the gods! You are alive!"

  "K-Kirsten? How are you... we thought you had escaped. We were thrown down into this terrible place. Oh... gods... are we still...?"

  She tries to lift her arms but she is too weak. You clean the foul-smelling liquid from her face.

  "We are," you say. "But I will find the way out and you will come with me."

  "No," she moans. "I cannot go on, my sister. Leave me here."

  "I'm not leaving you!"

  "I am too weak to continue. I feel as if I have drowned."

  "I can care for her," says Lyrica. The small, dark-haired girl comes closer and crouches down beside Camilla. "I somehow know this place. I know there is food and water. And a bed in the other room. I can care for your sister."

  You stand, lest your resolve crumble. You have to find a way out or rescuing any of your sisters will be pointless.

  "Is there a way out of here?" you ask Lyrica.

  She is already helping Camilla to sit up and giving her a concoction of pink liquid.

  "Yes, just through there. I remember... it is a ladder... and somehow I know there is a cave and a workshop. A machine. Someone told me that."

  "Your memory may return to you," you say to Lyrica. "Be on your guard. Both of you. I will be back."

  Your sister smiles weakly. You embrace her one last time and set off for the ladder. You do not even dare look back over your shoulder or your will might crumble. You would stay here and live out your life in this awful pit if it meant being with Camilla. But you must have freedom. You must have revenge.

  The ladder is concealed inside a hatch. You look up and there is only a narrow shaft filled with darkness. You climb into that lightless tunnel, higher and higher, until your arms and legs ache with exhaustion. Each step you take, your sword swings on your hip and clangs loudly against the iron rungs. You can feel the emptiness beneath you and know that if you fell from this height down the shaft it would be fatal. With a twinge of fear, you overcome your weariness and continue.

  At last, the ladder opens into a very wide tunnel cut through the rock. The sides of the tunnel are rippled and almost perfectly rounded, as if a great drill had passed into the stone to create this path. Ahead, the tunnel curves slowly and light spills out of an unseen chamber. You hear a faint clanking sound, and something moves and casts a shadow on the tunnel wall.

  Fear tightens in your belly, but there is no other way to go but forward.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Five - Surrender

  You hold your arms apart as your approach the slithering slime. You trod upon its cool, sticky surface. The slime seems to sense your footsteps against its outer margins. It gathers and builds its mass back up into a gelatinous mound nearly your height and much wider. It quivers and pulses with faint green light.

  The shuddering creature gives off a faint scent of plants, decay and a stronger aroma that you realize must be its digestive acids. Your heart pounds as you look at it. There is no turning back now. Even if you ran, it would likely catch you.

  "I yield," you whisper.

  It lunges in a massive wave that crashes against your body and knocks you to the ground. Powerful tendrils of cool, gelatinous slime wind around your ankles, your calves and your thighs. The heaving mound draws you into its pristine translucence with a slurp. It swallows you up to your waist. You kicks your limbs within it, producing only faint waves of agitation.

  "Gods, no," you moan, realizing your fate is sealed.

  It draws you deeper even as your loincloth begins to dissolve from the slime's digestive acids. You scream as it sucks you into its throbbing, loathsome body. Cool slime reaches over your breasts, up your neck and covers your screaming mouth. The belt around your waist that holds your sword breaks apart and the scabbard begins to decay. Your loincloth dissolves into shreds.

  Naked, helpless, you are finally completely swallowed up inside the slime. You have only moments of consciousness. A scream escapes your lips as a single bubble of air inside the slime. You see it drift away from you and bubble out of the slime as you are pulled deeper and deeper into darkness.

  It is a merciful thing that you will soon suffocate. It will take many hours for the slime to digest your body as it reduces your flesh and even your bones to nutrients. Your corroded sword and a few rusty buckles are all it leaves behind.

  Perhaps the next person to encounter the slime will be less inclined to throw their life away. Your life and your adventure are at their end.

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  Encounter Fourteen - Refuse a Drink With Olaf

  "I appreciate your hospitality," you say, "and you seem to be a true and trustworthy man... er... gnome."

  "But?" Olaf raises an eyebrow.

  "But, every other creature I've come across as I've made my way through this awful maze has tried to trick me in one way or another." You bug out your eyes. "Hypnotic eyes, poison stingers, that sort of thing. And I'm not accustomed to strong drink."

  "Aye, it is strong." Olaf takes your hand. "Very well, Kirsten. I suppose there should be no more dallying. The longer you stay with me, the greater the chance that Madreg realizes you've been here. Come with me, my dear. I'll show you how the orcs come down here."

  Olaf takes you to a large wooden door. You help him swing it open and see a cart rail rising slowly into the darkness beyond. You thank him, bid him farewell, and set off with a fresh lantern into this dark passage. After quite a long distance you come upon a side tunnel. You decide to continue to follow the track.

  Perhaps another thousand paces along the track you reach a bridge over a howling black chasm. The problem is that it is a suspension bridge with one half raise away from the track. You see now way a
cross and have no choice but to backtrack and follow the side tunnel.

  You follow this lesser branch and begin to feel very cool, fresh air entering the tunnel. Ahead you see moonlight and your heart soars as you approach some exit from the caves into the exterior.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Three - Attack

  You know the strengths of the roper and your own skills with the sword and you are not afraid. Sometimes that confidence can be a greater weapon than the blade itself. With a flash of silver, you draw your blade with a flash of silver and charge at the roper from the side.

  It twists its body stiffly to face you and lashes out with thin, gray tendrils. They came at you fast. You're faster and you were expecting them. You slice through two tendrils. Three. You dart closer and slash two more of its tentacles almost at the root.

  Unseen, one of the beasts tentacles shoots past your guard and wraps around your thigh. You sever it, but the severed portion contracts reflexively and you feel the sharp burn as it pumps venom into your blood. There is no time for you to remove it. The roper assaults you with all of its tendrils and three fat tentacles with tips suspiciously like huge cocks.

  You draw your sword and charge at it. The roper snarls and awakens to your threat. It rotates its body stiffly and lashes out with its tentacles. Exactly as you expected. You sever two tentacles. Three. You dart closer and slash two more of its tentacles at the root. One tentacle wraps around your calf. You sever it, but the severed portion stays wrapped around you, pumping venom into your blood as you continue to fight off the roper's attacks.

  "Human will die!" shrieks the roper.

  You feel hot and surprisingly aroused by the venom. This wasn't what you were expecting. Realizing the venom is sapping your strength and threatening to overwhelm your senses, you quickly sever all of the roper's remaining tentacles. The fat tentacles are severed last, flopping on the floor and curling like headless snakes. Blood spurts from the stumps.

  "Got...got you!" You pant, your breasts heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. "I got you, you bastard!"

  You fall to your knees. You are drenched in sweat and spattered with the roper's blood. You are also intensely aroused by the venom burning in your blood. Your sword drops from your fingers and you plunge your hand into your loincloth. You hunch forward against your fingers, whining as you strum your clit and dip your battle-slicked digits into your overheated quim.

  Your breasts quiver. Your shoulders knit with tension as your mouth hangs open in a wordless cry of pleasure. You hump against your fingers, ecstasy jolting from your clit. You work your hips, fucking your fingers, gasping with pleasure.

  The snarling roper watches you with its one bloodshot eye, impotently flapping the stumps of its severed limbs. You throw back your head and summit the peak of your pleasure, exhausting the last of your lust in a final series of hip-rocking thrusts against your fingers.

  When you lift your head, sweat-heavy hair hanging in your face, you see the roper still snarling at you. A smile spreads across your face. Maybe its tentacles will grow back. Maybe not.

  "Did you like watching?" you ask.

  You turn and show the roper your ass. You lean forward and push your firm butt in the direction of the raging roper. You give yourself a smack on your cheek.

  "Enjoy the view."

  You saunter past the roper. Close enough to smell its foul musk. The roper twists and wails in rage as you pass it by and step into the shaft of light from above.

  You climb up the old ironwork ladder, ascending into the shaft of light from above and entering a small, circular room that is illuminated by dozens of magical candles. A lovely red carpet is almost comforting until you notice that the image woven into the carpet is that of a woman being mounted by beasts.

  There are two iron doors our of the chamber, one to the north and one to the south. Behind the door to the north you can hear a faint dripping of water that seems to echo. Behind the door to the south you can just make out the distant crackling of a fire or hearth. You have a distinct impression that whichever path you choose, you will not be able to come back this way.

  Which path do you take?

  North

  South

  Encounter Thirteen - Swallow Her Hot Load

  Was there ever any doubt in your mind?

  You did not begin fellating a demoness to avoid the inevitable gush of Ashara's delicious seed. You want her hot cream and the thought that the comely succubus is on the brink of giving it to you only inflames your lust. You slurp wantonly on her huge cock, working both hands on her swollen shaft as you bob your lips down her cock until her fat head is against the back of your throat. The succubus tosses her head back and forth in the cushions, lavender-tinted locks falling across her face and curling around her horns.

  "Oh, sweet princess," she cries, working her hips and thrusting into your mouth, lightly gagging you on her cock.

  You swallow the copious precum and continue. As you suck her, you grind your bare pussy against the cushions between your thighs in an act of desperate animal lust. You look up at her, admiring her beauty, her bountiful, quivering breasts and the demonic features of her face. Her hands gently push you down, forcing her cock past your tongue, driving into your sucking mouth again and again until you can barely breathe.

  "Mmmmmm!" you cry. You stroke her and desperately suck, hungry for her demonic cum.

  "Aaaaahhhh! Yessss!" cries Ashara. She thrusts so hard that her cock finally pushes into your throat. It's so thick you feel it bulging your neck, so massive that it cuts off your air as it begins to throb and gush her delicious seed straight into your throat. You swallow with each gush, your stretched throat milking her cock as your belly fills with her almost uncomfortably hot demonic semen. She holds your head down, emptying her cock into your belly.

  She is still cumming as you begin to feel the effects of the huge quantity of demonic seed already stuffed down your throat. If the scent and precum of a succubus are addicting, her seed is like a powerful drug that takes over your mind. You lose track of time and forget yourself to the point you could not even remember your name.

  Time passes in brief moments of consciousness. You are kissing Ashara and she is saying something, apologizing for something, then you are bent over and she is licking you from behind. Her cock is buried in your ass one moment, gushing her seed in hot waves into your bowels and another moment you are sucking at her breast and caressing between her thighs. You lick her pussy, her ass, and grapple with her in a kaleidoscopic variety of positions.

  No moment lingers long before it disappears into your haze of cum-drunk pleasure and lust. Orgasms flash like lightning seen through thick clouds, punctuating these moments with their climactic bursts.

  You awaken from a white haze with a smile on your face. You are nude and very sore, but your body feels refreshed, as if you have recently bathed. Ashara's bed has returned to normal dimensions, no longer sprawling into the infinite. You roll onto your side and use your toes to lazily push open the crimson canopy.

  Ashara, clad in a diaphanous blue gown that hides only the finest detail of her anatomy, is walking towards the bed carrying a silver tray with steaming kettle and teacups.

  "Would you like some solivus tea?" she asks, climbing onto the bed and setting the tea tray between you. "It will refresh you and eliminate those muscle aches you must be experiencing."

  "Yes," you croak, your voice hoarse.

  "My seed has restorative properties," she explains as she pours the tea, "but it also keeps you in your trance, so after a while I had to stop. Much as you begged me not to stop."

  "How long...?"

  "Beyond normal human limits," she chuckles. "Lucky you are such a healthy young woman, princess. Sugar? Cream?"

  "Please."

  She stirs sugar and cream into your tea and hands you a steaming cup. The tea smells delicious, but the taste is appallingly bad despite the cream and sugar. Ashara giggles at your disgust.

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nbsp; "Solivus is an herb native to the abyss. Human tastes are not generally accustomed to such flavors."

  "My virginity!" you suddenly realize. "Your said I needed to remain a virgin..."

  "Shhhhh," Ashara caresses your thigh. "And so you are still. Much as I might have liked, I did not rob you of your chastity, my lovely princess. Now, finish your tea and we can talk about my plan."

  "I will do whatever you ask of me," you say.

  "Then you must go, princess. But first, I will give you the ring that will allow you to contact me and protect you from further danger." She uses a finger to tilt your face up to hers. "I don't want anything at all hurting you, princess."

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Fourteen - Allow Olaf to tongue your ass

  The gnome has done wonders with your virgin quim. Perhaps he will perform an equal service for the tight clench of your ass. A day ago, the thought that you might allow such a thing would have made you howl with laughter. After surviving the harrowing depths of Madreg's dungeon, you can think of far stranger pleasures.

  "Alright," you say softly. You shift and roll onto your knees on the warm stone of the bench. You lean on the arm, your nipples dragging against the cool stone as you present your shapely bottom and freshly-licked pussy to Olaf.

  "Oh, my!" laughs the gnome. "It's gloriously huge."

  "Excuse me?!" you snap, looking over your shoulder.

  Seeing him there for scale you have to agree; your ass looks absolutely huge compared to the gnome standing behind you. That melts your anger away and you swing your hips from side to side to wave your plump posterior in Olaf's face. The gnome is entranced by the motion. He mutters some apology about calling your ass huge even as his face is lured closer and closer until you can feel his breath on your crack.

  His tongue delves between your plump cheeks and you let out a whine of surprised pleasure as he makes first contact with the hot clench of your anus. Finding that tight divot, the gnome holds your ass spread with both little hands and begins slow, hot circles around the rim of your puckered pinkness. You cannot help sliding a hand down beneath your body and between your thighs. You begin to rub at your clit as Olaf tongues your naughty little hole.