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

by Amanda Clover

  This is my fate, you realize. To be mated to this giant beetle.

  You laugh at the madness of it, but your insanity is shaped by the labyrinth into a twisted form of love. As the scarab inseminates its buried clutch of eggs you feel nothing but happiness, bringing your hands up weakly and caressing its smooth carapace as it continuously uses your body for pleasure.

  The scarab is not alone. As it finishes with you, leaving your belly swollen and your pussy dripping with its foul-smelling semen, more of the beetles descend from the upper darkness of the chamber. They are not discriminating lovers. They approach in pairs and threes, clamping their powerful legs around you and slipping their segmented cocks into your pussy, your ass and even your mouth. You are thoroughly violated. You taste their sour cum and your ass is filled with it. The sickening weight of their eggs distends your tender body.

  When they have each had their turn, they begin to bind you to the floor with a smooth, brown substance they secrete form their mouths. They work quickly and you offer no resistance as you are pinned with your back to a wall in a sitting position. You smile lovingly at the scarabs as they scurry away into the darkness.

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  Special Encounter - Fight him off!

  You have to get out from under this old pervert before you lose your mind to debased lust. His fingers wriggles at your slit and you clamp your thighs around his hand.

  "Stop it!" you cry and push on his chest. He rocks back, but his hands return to your breasts. "Get off of me! I'm not your daughter!"

  "Daughter, no? Wife then!" Vardak's weight falls atop you. It isn't actually much, he's skin and bones and scabs, but you feel weak beneath him. His beard rasps against you and he kisses you. His tongue thrusts into your mouth again. His free hand pins your wrist down as you try to push him away. "Mmmmphmmm. Wife. Mmmm, kisses. Fuck wife."

  The mad old fool now takes you for his wife and he intends to claim his conjugal pleasure. Every effort you make to dislodge him only makes matters worse until he has both of your hands pinned with his and his bony knees prying open your scissoring thighs. You manage to turn away from his slobbery kiss and cry out in defiance.

  "No! Stop this now! I am Kirsten Sungbaard. Not your wife."

  Your words only drive the old hunchback into an even greater frenzy.

  "Daughter!" he cries. "Sweet, soft daughter. Pretty and warm!"

  He wrenches your thighs apart and you scream in horror as his scarred cock presses against your slick folds. You experience a moment of perfect clarity. What a fool you were to touch this wretched creature. What a sickness on your mind and body. Now there is no stopping him.

  Vardak's cock feels huge as it pushes into your velvet tunnel. Your scream of refusal is caught mid-syllable and becomes a sharp gasp of agony as his disgusting fucktool bulls through your maidenhead and stuffs your virgin quim. Inch after inch violates your tunnel, opening you wide until Vardak's mangled cock is pressing against the deep, inner doorway of your cervix. His fat balls, still slick with your spit, press against your anus.

  "Gods!" you cry in despair.

  He begins to move atop you, grunting and thrusting, his pale buttocks clenching in the blue light as he stuffs your hot cunt full of his cock. You continue to struggle, but it is feeble and your cries of horror are soon silenced by his slobbering kiss. His rancid tongue finally quiets the last of your resistance and you lie with your thighs wide apart and your arms helplessly pinned as Vardak claims the hot, fleshy prize of your virginity.

  The bone-filled chamber echoes with Vardak's grunts and the loud slapping of flesh.

  "My sweet daughter," he gasps between smothering kisses. "So warm and so pretty. Daddy here now. Daddy here to fill you with - ahhhh - fill you with seed."

  The lunatic realizes you are no longer struggling and releases his grip on your hands. He reaches down and cradles your ass with his fingers jammed beneath your body and his weight crushing his cock into you. His thrusts are desperate, his breathing a wordless wheeze. You can feel him tensing up and you know the moment has arrived.

  "Yes, daddy," you moan, your mind shattered, your fingers curling into the bones beneath you.

  Vardak's huge fuckpole throbs in your depths and a hot gush of semen washes against your cervix. He lets out a high pitched whine of pleasure and bastes your cove with his spurting cumload. It takes only moments, his cock still twitching as his seed takes root and your broken mind is conquered by the magic of Madreg's dungeon.

  "Yesss!" you cry and as spasm of pleasure rocks your body. "Yes, daddy! Yes, cum inside me!"

  You wrap your thighs around his withered body and pull him against you. Deep inside your cunt, ripples of pleasure milk every drop of cum from his spewing fuckwand. You hold him so tightly that he hardly goes soft. The wheezing old fool stiffens again in your cum-stuffed cunt and renews his thrusting. You kiss him lovingly and thrust back against him as his cock churns your depths to a frothy white that spills down your ass. He cums again in short order, somehow gushing out another load to pollute your womb.

  He lies heavily atop you and you stroke him and kiss him calling him "daddy" over and over.

  "Now, daughter," he moans, sliding his cock from you with a slurp and a fresh discharge of his foamy spunk from your creamed channel. "I must introduce you to master. You help him too. We help him together."

  "Yes, daddy, whatever you want. I belong to you."

  You do not bother to dress. You discard your loincloth and let Vardak's cum leak down your thighs. You take the old hunchback's hand as he leads you down from the bone mountain and to your future in a darkened tunnel.

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  Strange Ending - Wulfgar's Mate

  You do not know how long you have been in the realm of the warrior spirits. Time does not pass the same way and your lover, your mate, comes and goes as he is called into battle. This place is both familiar and strange. It is a simple village of wooden houses surrounding a keep of gray stone. Rolling fields covered in wildflowers surround you.

  Others live in this village, you see them when you wander freely about, but they are mostly warriors like Wulfgar. They have animal heads and golden eyes that stare at you with disinterest. Their mates are humans and elves and even a few races you do not know the name. These women, like you, are fiercely loyal to their mates and rarely leave their simple houses. Sometimes you remember who you were. Kirsten Sungbaard, a princess, a warrior and mage. Now you are a kept bride living in this strange land.

  When Wulfgar is with you, all of your worries of this past disappear. You take his glorious cock in your mouth and fill your belly with his seed. You ride atop him, your growing breasts heaving and your hands caressing Wulfgar's handsome chest. You give him your body, every way he desires, and you are his eager servant when he only seeks pleasure. He brings you meat and vegetables and you make him meals.

  What you miss most is conversation. You will talk to him, sometimes babbling to him, and he simply stares. He lets you know his desires with his hands and his hardness. He gives his commands with a simple gesture.

  Is this place magical? Is it another realm far away from Madreg's maze?

  You do not think it is the place of dead souls, because a child is growing in your belly. You hope it will take after you more than Wulfgar. You cannot imagine a child that never speaks.

  You are not sure what the future holds for you now, but you are certain that your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Two - Wait

  You decide to wait and it's a good thing you did. As the scarab is rooting around on the floor, several more scarabs climb out of the darkness or buzz down from the ceiling above. If you had tried to walk out into the midst of them you would have been overwhelmed by their numbers.

  You still have to get past them and reach that ledge if you want to get out of this cave. You scoop a loose rock from the floor. You take a deep breath and toss the stone across the cave, past you and away from the l
edge. It lands with a clatter. The startled scarabs immediately buzz into the air and fly towards the sound.

  You take your chance, running for the exit. The ledge is just low enough for you to pull yourself up. Your bare breasts drag over the cold, slimy stone. As you climb up and stand on the ledge, you see a horrifying sight.

  A naked woman sits against the wall, her spread arms and legs seemingly bound to the wall and floor by a smooth, brown gunk. She is naked, her breasts hugely swollen and her belly distended beneath them. Something hideous squirms between her legs and you feel the urge to scream as a pale, slime-coated grub works its way out of her swollen cunt.

  "Gods," you murmur.

  The woman's eyes suddenly snap open, rolled back until only the whites are showing. Her mouth drops open and a low moan escapes her lips. As you watch, the grub that has squirmed out from her channel crawls up her belly and latches onto one of her swollen nipples.

  "Hhhhhhelp meeeee," she moans.

  You hear the scarabs turning away from your distraction and scurrying along the floor behind you. Others are buzzing towards the ledge through the darkness of the cave. You didn't fool them for long and now they can hear this woman moaning. There is a heavy door out of this awful chamber, but...

  "Please," she moans, "heeelllllpp meeeeee!"

  What do you do?

  Free the woman

  Leave her

  Encounter Two - Parley

  As you consider what to do, you recall a bestiary your father kept in his library. It was one of your favorites; an entire volume of strange creatures found in nature and beyond, from an explorer by the name of Xarathus.

  In the introduction to the book, Xarathus put forward some of the wisdom he had acquired during his travels. One piece was that parley could often be found among the unlikeliest creatures, including a jelly that spoke directly into the old explorer's mind and a giant a league in height. Xarathus believed that parley should always be attempted before combat. You reason that if a jelly could talk, so might a winged beetle the size of a dog.

  Taking a deep breath, you raise your hands to appears as non-threatening as possible and step towards the giant insect.

  "Hello, my name is Kirsten. I mean you no harm."

  It reacts by scuttling away from you and leaping into the air. Its wings beat with a loud buzz and it disappears into the dark reaches of the cave. The shape of the natural chamber distorts your ability to judge distance and direction. It seems to grow louder and louder, buzzing in the darkness from multiple directions at once. You spin, searching the blackness, swinging the torch and trying to spot the creature.

  "I'm not going to hurt you!" you cry, taking a few cautious steps towards the ledge.

  The buzzing intensifies and you can almost make out the flapping wings and the shape of the scarab whirring through the dark cave. Time to stop talking. You draw your sword and take another step toward the ledge.

  A shape swoops out of the darkness at your face. You bring your sword up and the scarab knocks it from your hand. Your blade goes clattering across the floor of the cave. Before you can retrieve it, a second scarab swoops in and knocks your torch out of your hand. It rolls away in the opposite direction of your sword.

  Panting, terrified, you desperately search for your next attacker. Motion catches your eye and you turn to face it. The shape disappears again. Suddenly you are seized from behind by one of the swooping scarabs. Its weight lands on your back, between your shoulders, and its powerful limbs curve around your arms, pinning them to your side. The sharp ends of its legs digging into your belly, ribs and breasts.

  "Please!" you cry. "I mean you no - AAAHH!!"

  There is a sharp jab in your left buttock. The scarab's stinger remains imbedded in your flesh, throbbing with pain down to the muscle. The pain washes away and you begin to feel dizzy. You stagger a step in one direction, sway on your feet, and stagger two steps in the opposite direction. Unable to stand, you drop to your knees.

  The long abdomen of the scarab rests against your lower back, curving and smoothing against your buttocks. With a sudden, curling pressure, it hooks its foul stinger between your thighs from behind. The scarab's segmented penis invades your quim. There is a bestial energy to its attack. This is nature in action and your body is here to receive its evolved behavior.

  You wince, unable to form coherent words but aware of the pain as the scarab's cock pierces your maidenhead. A warm trickle down your inner thigh signals the end of your virginity. The scarab's cock burrows deeper. It stretches your virgin channel, wriggling into you like a worm until it pierces your cervix and opens the way to your womb.

  With a gasp of pain and pleasure, you fall forward onto your hands and knees. You can feel the scarab throbbing inside you, contracting and pushing, depositing something solid inside your womb. It is pushing more and more of these marble-sized objects into your inner sanctum. Then it begins to rapidly rut into you. The raised segment contract and expand and with an alien hiss you feel liquid spurting into your womb, basting whatever it pushed inside you and overflowing your tight channel.

  The scarab's stinger leaves you with a slurp and the huge beetle drops from your back and scurries into the darkness. A smile spreads on your face. You feel a warmth and happiness you never could have imagined. The magic of the labyrinth has taken hold. You have been fertilized by the scarab and your mind is forever bound to your scarab master.

  More of the scarabs descend from the darkness. They climb atop you, they scurry beneath you and dangle from your body. They wrap their limbs and bodies over your head. Their segmented cocks mercilessly invade you. They are too simple to know or care which hole they invade. They chitter and push their seeds into you and flood your ass, your quim and your mouth with bitter cum.

  Your belly bloats. Overflowing insect spunk oozes from your stretched holes. You lie, panting, dazed with pleasure, in a spreading pool of insect semen. The beetles begin to extrude material to pin you to the floor of their lair.

  You don't care. You are impregnated and totally at the mercy of the magic of the labyrinth. You love your new insect masters.

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  Encounter Thirteen - "Stop it!"

  "Stoppp it," you laugh to cover your embarrassment. "I don't want you tasting there! It's too embarrassing."

  Ashara gives your puckered anus a last lick and lifts her mouth from your soft cheeks. She smacks your bottom once more with both hands.

  "I would think a princess of all people would be used to tongues stuffed up her arse," says Ashara. "Isn't that what you nobles always want?"

  You have a flash of imagination of your sisters being licked in such a way and your blush deepens from crimson almost to purple. You slide into a sitting position so that you can safely sit your bottom on your folded legs. Ashara reluctantly allows you to escape.

  "I'm not like that," you answer. "The only difference between a noble and a peasant is luck of birth."

  "Better teeth," adds Ashara, flashing her own perfectly white fangs. She slinks closer, her dangling breasts jostling your arm as she plays with your golden hair. "But your point is taken, my sweet princess. I sometimes forget that not everyone I encounter is a libertine. Not every delicate flower is so comfortable with her petals."

  You shudder as her fingers trail over your breast and down to your lap. You close your thighs as she strokes your golden fur an presses those fingers into the warmth squeezed between your legs. Your lips part in a soft moan.

  "I suppose I should send you on your way," she whispers in your ear. "Lest the urge to completely defile you becomes overpowering."

  The way she says it like that makes you want nothing more than to be defiled by Ashara. Luckily, her plan would be spoiled by such behavior, and so she withdraws her teasing fingers from your lap.

  "Come, my beautiful princess. Let me give you the ring that will protect you from danger and allow you to call upon me. Together, we will have our revenge on Madreg and the demon prince Castigoro
th."

  She crawls out of the canopy bed, her hypnotic bottom and flicking tail drawing you behind her.

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  Aftermath - Save Ashara

  Anger overwhelms your fear and despair. You cannot turn your back on Ashara, even if she is a demoness. You pull away from Oriodamus.

  "What are you doing, princess!?"

  The spell sage tries to seize your wrist. You shove him away.

  "No," you snap. "I won't let him take her from me too."

  Oriodamus sputters, trying to formulate some argument to win you over. It's too late. You have already turned your full attention to the mad wizard, standing over Ashara in his moment of triumph. Madreg's angular face is lit sharply by the flashes of magical lightning from his fingertips as he drains the last of the demoness's life force.

  You know the spell he is using, a spell so dire that even when you delved into forbidden texts that Oriodamus had kept hidden, you did not read the spell for the Life Thief. But Madreg has unwittingly given you the verbal component and his hand seems to still be positioned in the casting posture. You bring up your splayed fingers and copy the words as the mad wizard spoke them.

  Dark lightning flashes between your fingers and shoots out of your fingertips, arcing across the empty space between you and the mad wizard and striking him in the chest. You continue towards him. He stiffens and you begin to feel a strange euphoria. You really that the spell is absorbing Madreg's aura and that his aura must be enhanced with most of Ashara's.

  You only have a moment to enjoy the rush of feeding on Madreg's life force. The wizard releases Ashara from his spell and quickly summons a counterspell to deflect your attack. Your casting hand is struck with a sensation like icicles being jabbed under your fingernails. You cry out in pain and instinctively ball your hand into a fist, ending the Life Thief spell.