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

by Amanda Clover

  Your climax tightens in your loins and deeper, in your womb, as her slick she-cock prods against it faster and faster. You throw back your head and call her name as your stuffed channel clamps against her slithering appendage.

  "AAaaahh, my princess!" cries the lamia.

  Her seed spurts into you with such force that it steals your breath. You can feel it opening your cervix and rushing in a great torrent into your womb to bathe the leathery egg inside your body. She hisses with pleasure. Each thrust and throb of her she-cock spills more of her cum deep inside you. It coats your depths and overflows, pouring in a white forth down Mido's scales and slicking your spread thighs.

  The affection you already were beginning to feel for the lamia suddenly blossoms into pure love. Your past and future are forgotten. Your fears are washed away in the tide of seed. There is only your love for Mido and the knowledge that you have been mated by a monster.

  Time will tell if you survive the birth of your lamia child, but you can be certain that your adventure is at an end.

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  Epilogue - The Sultan's Harem Girl

  The heavy iron door is unbarred and the harem keeper enters flanked by several of the eunuch guards. He scowls into the perfumed lantern-light and his eyes fall upon you as you recline by the dreamsmoke hookah. You flutter your lashes and let the sheer serpent of one of your scarves drag across your nipples.

  "Kirsten," he says. "Golden whore. Sultan wants you for pleasure tonight."

  "Mmmmmm, let me just smoke a little more," you say, rolling onto your side to add another cube of the euphoric herb to the hookah. The harem keeper seizes you by your braided hair and yanks you roughly to your feet. You cry out and kick your legs helplessly as two of the harem guards pick you up off the ground.

  "No more smoke. Sultan say if you not please him tonight he will have your littlest sister whipped by Aljurek the Lash."

  The name sends fear through your body, clearing your mind of the dreamsmoke. You've been punished by Aljurek before and you did not sleep for days as the welts stung so badly on your buttocks, thighs, and back. Heidi has been spared most of the suffering you have endured and the harem keeper knows invoking her innocence will motivate you to perform.

  "I will do it," you say and the guards lower you to your feet. "I will perform as he asks."

  You wear sheer trousers and scarves over your breasts, a veil to match, and all of it a shade of lavender that reminds you of the color of Ashara's hair. How you wish you had tried to save her. Things might have turned out differently for you and your sisters.

  The door to the Sultan Hett's bedchamber is opened and you are greeted by the exotic plucking of a dulcimani. The musician wears a blindfold and sits behind a golden screen to preserve the sultan's privacy. The harem keeper pushes you into the room and shuts the door behind you.

  Sultan Hett is the most disgusting human you have ever seen. He is grotesquely fat, with plump breasts and a belly that overhangs his miniscule cock. His fat legs hardly support his weight, so he reclines on padded benches specially made to support his gluttonous frame. His face might have almost been handsome if he were well kept, but his chin is overgrown with a thick black beard of coarse hair that almost hides his feminine lips and he stares at you with wide cow-like eyes beneath a unibrow.

  "Kirsten," he says, wiggling his fingers at you. "So good to see you."

  You picture Heidi, chained to one of the posts in Aljurek's torture chamber, her slender body soaked with cold water and trembling as he begins to inflict his salted whips on her pert little bottom. No. You cannot allow that to happen. You will do what it takes and swallow your disgust.

  You force a smile onto your face and begin to dance towards the sultan reclining on his side on the bench. You move your shapely hips to the sound of the music. Your waist is decorated with gold chains and gold coins that flip with each shake of your hips and make a soft rattling sound. Hett watches your every move, wetting his lips as you swing your hips and dance closer.

  "Master," you purr, "How may I serve you tonight?"

  He doesn't answer. His eyes remain focused on you as you dance closer and closer. His arm moves with surprising speed, considering his bulk and apparent immobility. He grabs you by your wrist and yanks you onto his bench. He gets both hands on your body and pulls you atop the jiggling mountain of his flesh. You cringe as he runs his tongue up the side of your face, leaving a trail of his spit from your jaw to your temple.

  "Mmmmmmm," he murmurs. "Sweet as cream. I don't let you outside, because I like you so pale. Like a ghost come to haunt my bed."

  Well, not exactly, his bed is twenty feet away and you doubt he'll be getting up to use it. Your hands seek out the hidden vials of oil placed around his bench. You begin to spread the oil onto your breasts and rub them against his flesh. He jiggles and gurgles with pleasure, watching you slither all over his huge body. His hands caress you and pluck at your nipples. He smacks your bottom more than once and pulls you from his chest to suck loudly and lewdly at one of your nipples. His mouth covers your entire areola and his fat tongue flicks against your sensitive bud.

  Hett's fingers squirm beneath your silky loincloth and begin to press into your hairless quim and the crack of your ass. You moan and grind against his touch, feigning absolute pleasure at his every caress. You search beneath the pillowy warmth of his belly and find the slime-covered head of his cock. It's no longer than your thumb, from tip to root, but much wider. With its copious foreskin it reminds you of a brown potato surrounded by his thick, musky black hair. The smell is unpleasant as you force yourself to slide down his body and confront what you must do to save Heidi.

  "Yes, you're eager tonight," laughs the sultan, plucking at his fat nipples. "Go ahead, my lovely. A delicious treat for you."

  This is your life now. Slurping desperately on the fat, limp cock of the sultan, hoping you can satisfy him with your false enthusiasm and spare your sister torture. You drool all over his cock and stroke him until you arm burns from the effort.

  You lick his filthy balls and stuff a finger up his disgusting ass. That finally does the trick and he goes hard in your mouth. You suck him a bit more and his twitching cock sneezes its thick load of cum onto your tongue. You resist the urge to spit and suck it all down, gulping it and trying to act like it's the sweetest thing you've ever tasted.

  "Aahhhhh," laughs the sultan. "Good. Good. Now dance for me. Then you can suck me again and make me hard. I want to feel your ass squeezing my sausage."

  You fight back the nausea, wipe his cum from your lips and begin to dance. A long night has only just begun with the sultan. Your adventure is most assuredly at an end.

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  Encounter Six - Magic

  You're not certain what that evil sphere is doing, but you don't like it coming any closer. You recall one of the spells taught to you by Oriodamus. Something nasty and made out of pure magical energy. The purple bolt crackles from your fingertips and strikes the silver orb as it floats towards you. The magical energy splits and sizzles around the metallic sphere. It hesitates for a moment.

  "Hostility detected," is says in its cool voice. "Deploying sedative agent."

  A cloud of green gas hisses out from the sphere. You realize it must be poison and quickly dance backwards. The sphere hovers towards you, continuing to spray out the gas.

  Your initial attack clearly did not stop this strange contraption. It might even be immune to magical attack. That doesn't make your magic useless. You backpedal to keep away from the growing cloud of gas and wrack your brain for any spell that might help you out of this predicament. You glance back at the steep wall of the pit you are trapped in and wish you could jump out.

  "Jump!" you cry and remember the command words for the spell. You were never very good at it, not like some of the other students who could leap atop buildings. Fortunately, you do not need that much power.

  You cast the spell and turn and run for the near
est wall of the pit. The orb accelerates after you, extending clasping tendrils of metal after you. With your last step, you cry out the final command word of the spell and leap with all of your strength. You launch into the air and a achieve a vertical leap far beyond what any mundane person could achieve.

  Your powerful jump leaves the menacing orb behind. You land and quickly jump again, moving like a human flea away from the pit. You encounter a moaning row of huge-breasted woman, each bent over at the waist and attached to a hovering sphere by tendrils and cups on their breasts. The women appear to be in various states of ecstasy as their massive, lactating breasts are milked by these perverse, magical machines.

  You realize, to your horror, that this is the fate that awaited you if you had succumbed to that evil orb. Another human milk cow for Madreg's sick dairy.

  Your jumping power begins to fade. You use the last of it to bound over to a wall and an iron door. You can hear the orb skimming through the air after you, but you quickly work the lock. It swings open and reveals a strange, moonlit landscape. The orb is closing in and you have no choice but to escape through the door and close it after you.

  The door slams shut with a sickening finality. The last of your spell fades to nothing and you feel the soreness in your legs from several rough landings. That is the least of your concerns. You are now standing at the edge of a dense jungle beneath an open sky. For a moment, your heart soars that you might have reached the end of this miserable journey. The curve of the walls on either side betray the truth: you are in a huge, open-air courtyard. Even if you had not used your magic leap, the walls of the dungeon are far too high to allow you to escape.

  A heavy, monsoon rain begins to fall, washing away your sweat and other filth clinging to your almost-naked body. You head into the jungle, cautious, but hopeful you can find your way out.

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  Special Encounter - Look away from the eyes

  You do not like the effect those eyes are having on you. It takes a surprising amount of effort to look away, but finally you manage to shield your eyes with your hand and then turn your head in another direction.

  The purple light from the eyes disappears almost immediately. When you look back to where they were you see a scramble of movement in the deep shadows. You draw your sword and search the darkness, but that is the last trace you see of whatever was lurking behind you.

  The strange encounter only makes you want to leave this unpleasant library all the more. You turn back to the distant, golden light and continue on your way. Soon enough, you arrive at a small doorway without a door. This leads into a short hall that opens into the chamber where you spotted the glow.

  Reaching this threshold, you identify the source of the light as a thick white candle nearly burned down to nothing on a heavy candlestick. You enter the room cautiously and pick up the candle, spreading its flame to several extinguished candles nearby to better illuminate your surroundings.

  You are shocked by what you see.

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  Encounter Three - Magic

  You could hardly conceive of a better target for a magic attack than the roper. It sits there waiting for you to cast a spell, unaware of you and idly searching the nearby floor of the chamber for insects using its sticky tendrils.

  The Spell Sage Oriodamus taught you many spells. The trick is knowing the right time to use each spell. You recall a stone shape spell that you were taught to use to turn a plaster figure into a stone statue. A smile curls your lips and you stride confidently towards the roper. It twists towards you, its huge eye narrowing as it observes what it thinks might be fresh prey.

  "Pretty human," it growls. "Come closer."

  "Of course," you say, taking a few steps more towards the roper. "I have something for you."

  You bring up your hand, fingers outstretched, and begin to speak the words of the spell was Oriodamus taught them to you. The roper snarls and begins to extend its tendrils. They reach their limit and then continue to slowly stretch. The roper is somehow extruding more of them, elongating them and reaching for your body.

  Just before the roper's tendrils reach you, there is a snap of magical energy from your fingertips. The stone petrifies the beast's tendrils first, sending some of them crashing to the floor where they smash to pieces. The stone spreads to the roper's trunk as it howls with rage, the expression of anger forever frozen in rock.

  With a satisfied smile you saunter up to the roper, your hips swinging, and you plant a kiss on its twisted face.

  "Is that close enough for you?"

  With the roper is turned to stone, the way is clear to the ladder. 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 Nine - Parley

  You suppose that this giant woman with her serpentine coils could kill you or at least trap you if she wanted. There would be no point going to the trouble of serving you tea. You keep your sword in its sheath and approach the table. You seat yourself in the chair that Mido has indicated.

  "Oh, good," she says, with real happiness in her voice. "You would not believe how few visitors have the courage to sit with me."

  Her serpent's body pushes aside a chair and then coils tightly to form a nest for her upper body to relax. Even though she has lowered herself, she still towers above you as the slender tip of her tail slides over the table and wraps around the handle of the teapot. She uses this prehensile appendage to pour the steaming hot tea into a cup for each of you.

  "You must be famished, my dear. Please, help yourself to something," she says. "I admit, I am not fond of sweets myself."

  You cannot resist the delicious pastries stacked on trays around the table. You pile your plate high with tarts, cakes and éclairs of every description. You stuff them into your mouth, moaning as you chew the delicious cake and allowing crumbs to spill from your mouth. Mido giggles and your face goes hot with embarrassment. You wipe your lips with one of the silk napkins neatly folded on the table.

  "I hope it is to your liking," she says and daintily sips her tea.

  "Yes, yes, very much," you say. "I haven't eaten much since I have been thrown into this dungeon."

  "Dungeon? Is that how you think of it?" She hisses. "It's rather more a puzzle, I think. Not that I much appreciate Madreg stowing me away in this little corner of his creation."

  "You're a prisoner too?"

  "I am not allowed to leave until I give him what he wants," she says. "And unfortunately, he has the power to keep me here."

  You sneak another bite of one of the cakes. A burst of tangy cherry coats your tongue, followed by a creamy frosting so sweet you almost wince. You clear your palate with a sip of the bitter tea.

  "So...what does Madreg want with you?" you ask.

  "I suspect it is very much the same thing he wants from you, my dear."

  You flinch as she reaches across the table and plants the flat of her hand against your belly. Her palm is cool against your bare skin. Her hand lingers. Mido's bright eyes transfix you.

  "I have an egg that needs a home," she says. "A warm belly for it to be fertilized and hatch."

  "M-me?"

  "Well, yes, of course, my dear. I will not harm you. I offer you comfort, luxury even, and companionship as you share my suite while my daughter grows inside you. If you agree and volunteer your belly, I will bring yo
u with me when we are both released from Madreg's prison. It will be a happy life."

  You sit up a bit straighter, hiding your fear as she draws her hand slowly away.

  "What if I refuse?"

  "Ah, that would be unfortunate." Mido's reptilian tongue flicks out of her mouth. "Then I will ask you a riddle. It is the offer I gave your sister. She answered correctly and I let her go."

  "What happens if I answer incorrectly?"

  Mido's expression darkens. Her smile becomes cruel as she leans her huge face towards you and bares long fangs.

  "Then I will inject you with my venom and make a meal of you."

  Just as quickly as the demonic expression appeared, it is gone, and Mido sits back on her coiled tail and takes another prim sip from her teacup.

  "But there is no rush for you to decide," she says. "Please. Have another cake. I want you to savor every bite."

  The fear in your throat makes swallowing difficult. Perhaps you had better get this decision over with.

  What do you do?

  Accept Mido's offer to carry her egg

  Choose to answer Mido's riddle

  Special Encounter - Embrace the depravity of the moment

  "I've been trudging around this dungeon full of monsters trying to fuck me," you say. "It's nice to have a human trying to fuck me for once. Even one as ugly as you."

  Vardak cackles with laughter. You silence his cackling by thrusting your hand into his robe and feeling around until you find his slimy, stiff cock. You wrap your hand around it and squeeze, looking into his cloudy eyes as you roughly wank his hardness.