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

by Amanda Clover

  Wulfgar's cock bucks against your hands, a throb that travels the length of his cockflesh and races into your mouth. You feel that powerful push against your swallow and then the hot pressure of his seed spewing into the depths of your throat and down into your belly.

  You swallow reflexively as his cock pumps his seed again and again, arriving as a pleasantly warm fullness in your belly. You do not actually taste it until he pulls his cock out and it dribbles across your tongue. You milk a bit more from his root with your hands, licking up the pearly drops and swallowing.

  The warrior strokes your face again, mopping a drop of his cum from your chin and pushing it between your lips. You suck his finger clean. The wolf-headed hero steps back, his cock slipping from your grasp and thumping against his thigh.

  "G-goodbye," you say.

  He salutes you with his axe and disappears into a mist of white that quickly dissipates entirely. You take only a moment to feel sorry he is gone and then you thrust your hand between your thighs and frig yourself senseless, savoring the fullness of the cum in your belly and the salty tang lingering on your lips as you rub your straining clit to a body-wracking orgasm.

  Once you have recovered from your heights of pleasure, you adjust your loincloth and search the chamber for some sort of treasure. Finding nothing, you decide it is time to continue on your way.

  You head for the wooden door. Just before you reach it, something clicks beneath your feet and you go plunging into the darkness. Your heart flip-flops as you plummet through open space, strike a hard surface, and fall deeper, dropping down what seems to be a stone chute. Your sword sparks against the stone and you have flashes of sinister symbols of death painted all around you.

  Suddenly, you are free-falling again. You have an impression of faint blue light in the darkness and then you plummet to an unseen ground. You land painfully. It feels like bones breaking.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Six - Pull his cock out

  You cannot allow yourself to be enslaved by the magic of the dungeon. Much as you might want to feel the hot pump of the orc's seed into your cunt, you have to get off of him. On an upward stroke you force yourself up, pushing with your legs and breaking the orc's grip on your ass. Your pussy slips free of his hardness with a loud slurp and you immediately drop back down, your ass landing on his thighs.

  "What doing?!" demands Reemek. The annoyance is plain on his face.

  "Not...not inside me," you say.

  Before he can object further, you grab his hugely swollen cock in both hands and sliding your thighs up to press the underside of his shaft against your overheated quim. Your cradle him in your groove and stroke him with your fingers. His head drops back down and a long hiss of pleasure escapes his lips. You work your hips, sliding your quim against him and stroking him with your pussy and your hands at the same time. It feels almost as good as sex.

  "Aahhhh!" he cries and lifts his head again to watch you. "No stop. No stopppp aaaah!"

  You let out a cry of shock as his cum launches from his throbbing pillar and splatters over your shoulder and against your leg and bottom. His next spurts, firing quickly from his twitching spear, collide with your jiggling breasts and throat and spill in hot ropes down to your tummy. You squeeze him with your hands and milk out every spurt of his seed until it is dropping down his shaft and over your fingers in a creamy spill.

  "That was amazing," you coo.

  "Better inside," he says as you lift your hands from his sticky wand.

  The elation of the moment fades and you feel more than a little disgusted with yourself for letting the orc claim your maidenhead. Now no man will want you for marriage. There could be worse things, but it was engrained in you to preserve your honor and you wantonly submitted it to Reemek. You stand in a bit of a daze and try to clean the cum from your body with your fingers. The orc hands you a rag to help the process. He tries to kiss you, but you turn away from him.

  Once you have cleaned as best as the filthy rag will permit, you pull on and tie the dirty loincloth you have been wearing. You turn to the orc. He is watching you and judging you. The rope ladder is right there. You could climb out.

  "I not let you go," he says, guessing at your intent.

  "After what I did? You won't help me?"

  Reemek shakes his head.

  "Not worth risk. Madreg become very angry." Reemek comes towards you and you see he has your sword on his belt. "You go to dairy now."

  "You bastard!" you cry and you swing your fists at him.

  The orc easily overpowers you and slings you over his shoulder. He carries you up the rope ladder to the whirring and moaning sounds of the darkened chamber. You arrive at a long row of women, standing as if mounted to something on the wall, bent over and suspended by floating orbs. They each have huge breasts and these are attached to transparent cups and hoses that lead to the orbs above them. As you watch, milk flows from their fat nipples in pulses of suction and disappears into the orb.

  "You go there," says Reemek, carrying you towards a silver phallus projecting from the wall. He draws a rune-covered wand from his belt and triggers it with his thumb. A new silver orb descends from the darkness towards you.

  "Please," you whimper. "Don't do this to me."

  "Too late," says Reemek and he gives your ass a smack and drops you onto the floor in front of him.

  You scarcely have time to lift your head before the orb attack, lashing out with twin tendrils of quicksilver tipped with needles. They sink into the meat of your breasts and you see a purple liquid emptying into your soft flesh. You feel a burning immediately. You try to lash out with your hands, but more tendrils bind you and wrap around your throat and ankles. The orb lifts you into the air, turning you and positioning you like the other women in the dairy.

  You look down and realize your breasts are enlarging. They are still much smaller than the drow woman to your left or the moaning redheaded human to your right, but they are still clearly growing and your nipples are enlarging as well. You feel the cool tip of the wall-mounted cock pressing into your freshly-fucked quim.

  "Please!" you cry, looking up tearfully at the orc. "Please, Reemek! Let me down."

  Tears spill down your face. He strokes the hair from your face and rubs a rough thumb against your lips.

  "It over, pretty princess. You live long and happy life in dairy. All the cows are treated well."

  The cock sinks deep into you and begins to thrust. The pleasure is undeniable. The orb hovers above you, supporting you by the bindings wrapped around you. It injects your breasts again and the pain grows sharper, mingling with the pleasure. You gasp as you feel the first drips and then a squirt of milk. The sphere's milking cups descend, cradling and sucking tight to your breasts. The pleasure as they begin to pump out your milk is undeniable.

  "Gods," you moan. "It...feels good."

  "Good, princess," says Reemek. "I come visit you soon. Give you pups."

  He smacks your ass and departs, leaving you to the pleasure and the sickening realization that you, a princess, have just been turned into a milk cow for monsters.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Sixteen - Pretend to Take His Offer

  "I accept you offer," you say sadly. "So long as you free my sisters, I will do what you desire.

  Madreg's thin-lipped mouth opens into a ghastly, gleeful smile.

  "Nothing is finer than a beautiful young princess who knows her place." He floats closer to you and caresses your hair with his boney fingers. "It is a pity you will belong to Castigoroth when this is over. I can sense the strength of your aura. I could have made you into a powerful sorceresses."

  He drifts higher and closer to you, his obscene cock, colored like a bruise, juts into your face. The unwholesome smell of it is like an ancient grave soaked with rainwater. The contours of his bulbous glans more like a black beetle than the flesh of a man.

  "Put your pretty mouth to use, princess. I know your love of such things. Taste the demon-
blessed flesh of my cock."

  Reluctantly, you bring your hands up to the flesh of his evil-enhanced cock. It is extremely warm in your grasp, like a roast almost fresh from the fire. You would rather die than pleasure Madreg with your mouth and yet your death would not save your sisters. You hold back the hatred, swallow the bile, and lower your tongue to his cock. The taste is salty and horrible. Foul liquid drips onto your tongue and coats your lips in his unwholesome scum.

  "Thaaaat's it, my sweet," laughs Madreg, watching you struggle with what you are doing. "Gentle now, I am very sensitive."

  He motions with his fingers and an invisible hand grasps your golden hair, wrapping in it and guiding your mouth onto his cock. The hot meat of him pushes down your tongue and his revolting foulness fills your mouth. You struggle to breathe as he roughly pulls you deeper.

  "Yesss, oh, Kirsten. Such a wonderful mouth. Let me feel you suck."

  Your eyes water from the discomfort. You fight off the urge to vomit and you close your full lips around him. You begin to suckle at the invading tip of his cock, dominating your mouth and leaking its salty foulness over your tongue. You swallow some and it sticks in your throat. Despite your hatred, you feel a surge of desire.

  "Yes, you like it," laughs Madreg. "Look at you, crying like a little girl, but I feel your tongue on my slit, lapping up my drool. Take it now... take it deeper."

  The invisible hands grasps your head so tightly you cannot move and Madreg thrusts his foul cock into your throat. Your eyes go wide as his huge fuckmeat stretches your throat and roughly drives down your gullet. Your neck bulges from the intrusion and you can hardly breathe.

  "Mmmmmmmm!" you cry, tears dropping from your eyes.

  Madreg only laughs and begins to fuck your mouth. He uses your lips and throat as his clutching fucktoy, sliding his demonic member in and out. His massive bollocks slap against your chin as he bottoms out. His cock swells with each stroke. Your body convulses as you struggle to breathe. Madreg groans with pleasure, fucking you harder and harder in your mouth until you are being lifted off the floor. Your toes drag against the stones before the altar.

  You are on the edge of consciousness, your arms heavy and flopping to your sides. Sweat pours down your face from the sheer heat of Madreg's cockflesh filling your throat and bulging your neck with each foul stroke. The only mercy is the quantity of slime drooling down your throat is lubricating his thrusting meat.

  "Aahhhhhhh! Taste the seed of a god!"

  Through the haze of your fight to breathe, you feel Madreg's cock stiffen and swell in your throat. It throbs powerfully and you swallow around it as it begins to pump your belly full of Madreg's nearly scalding-hot demonic seed. His abyss-tainted cum stuffs your stomach until you feel the heaviness of his foul brew sloshing in your guts. He drags his cock out of your mouth and you immediately spew most of his cum back out in a wretched, choking spasm.

  Madreg laughs and watches you double over and slick the stones with his disgusting slime. You puke it up, but not enough, you can still feel it greasing your gullet and sitting heavy in your belly. Worse, you feel feverish and weak from ingesting his disgusting seed. You wipe his foul fluids from your lips. You blink away tears as you look up at the mad wizard.

  "Satisfied?" you ask.

  "So angry," chuckles Madreg. "I can see you hate me and that only makes me enjoy this more. I am satisfied, yes, but now we have a very important task. Remove your sword and loincloth. Lie back on the altar and I will prepare you for it so everything goes... smoothly."

  Your sweat-soaked hair hangs heavy past your shoulders. You wipe the stinging sweat from your eyes and reluctantly remove your sword belt and loincloth. Madreg's yellow eyes dance with delight at the sight of your bare quim.

  "So delicate," he murmurs.

  Disarming yourself was not part of your plan, but you see no alternative. You will have to search for some other way to attack Madreg. You climb onto the warm stone of the altar, the cupped palms forming a shallow basin. You rest your head on the back of the palm and your feet almost reach to the tips of the fingers. Your position gives you a view of the underside of the statue's breasts and the swell of her belly. Fat stone nipples, as big as your fists, jut out from the statues plump mounds.

  You feel something warm falling on your body and you realize that several of the chanters have taken up positions all around the altar. They cradle and squeeze their engorged breasts, spraying streams of milk onto your body. The warm liquid courses over your breasts, your arms and thighs, and even onto your face. You taste the sweetness of it on the tip of your tongue. It pools in the lowest spot on your flat belly and runs in silky rivulets over your golden mound.

  "The baptismal of fertility," explains Madreg. "To clarify this moment and prepare your body to become the vessel of Castigoroth."

  It feels wonderful and the sight of these women, beautiful in their pregnancy, bathing you in their milk is very pleasurable. You luxuriate in the silky warmth that spills over your body and feel as if it is washing away your pain.

  They are still showering you in their mother's milk as Madreg climbs onto the altar on his hands and knees. He kisses your trembling legs and crawls his scarred body over you. His tongue lashes your quim, a black snake in his mouth. The disgusting sensation of the mad old wizard licking at your clit shakes you from your paralysis. You slip one of your hands partially under your buttock and carefully splay you fingers into a hidden casting posture. Madreg would surely counter any attack spell, so you use your magic to create a tiny dagger. It is only a few inches long and hidden easily in the palm of your hand.

  "Mmmmmm, you're sex is so delicious," moans Madreg. "I can taste your innocence. I will enjoy defiling you."

  He gives your hot entrance a few more licks. Your hand tightens around the magical dagger. Madreg climbs atop you, his yellow eyes staring and his thin lips curling into another hideous smile.

  The hot, bulbous tip of his cock presses at your entrance. You close your eyes so you do not have to look upon him. He pushes against your delicate folds. He finds your entrance too tight and tries a second time, pushing harder and thrusting past your maidenhead. You gasp as you are deflowered. Blood trickles down your thigh as Madreg roughly stuffs you full of his massive cock. He opens you with his girth. He presses to your deepest spot, impossibly, excruciatingly, wonderfully hot inside you.

  "So tight," groans the mad wizard. "Would spill my seed in an instant... but I must savor this moment. You are mine now, princess."

  He begins to move atop you. Despite the horror of the moment, the utter sense of degradation, you feel pleasure stirring inside you. At your core, vulnerable to his touch, you feel your orgasm beginning to rise. He thrusts in and out of you, driving you towards the horror of a climactic release. The dagger is warm in your clenched fist.

  What do you do?

  Succumb to the pleasure

  Keep your wits

  Encounter twelve - Parley

  "I think I would like to have something to eat and consider your offer," you say.

  Telemas' lips pinch into a smile. He steps back and gestures to one of the chairs. He pushes the plate across to you and hands you knife and fork. He snaps his fingers and Vardak shuffles off to fetch you a fresh bottle of wine which he pours into a wooden goblet.

  You cannot resist the food. It is bland and cold, like yesterday's dinner, but it is a feast to your hungry belly. You finish the slimy chicken and are well through the boiled roots and vegetables before you begin to set a more dignified pace. You clear your mouth with a gulp of the sweet one and sit up properly in your chair.

  Telemas is watching you, his hands folded in his lap.

  "You're not eating?" you ask.

  "Oh, no appetite. I eat very little. How is it?"

  "Delicious," you say and it is only a half lie. For a moment you are concerned that the food might be poisoned. You've eaten most of it and you feel better than before. It strikes you that Telemas may not need to eat. Not i
f he is more than he seems. Not if he is, himself, a creature of the dead. You have heard of wizards powerful enough to transcend life.

  "I dabble in the kitchen when I am not busy with my other plans," Telemas prattles on. "But I am sure it is no match for the cuisine you have enjoyed for most of your life. Or do I presume too much?"

  "You do not," you say. "I have led an easy life... until recently."

  "Yes, a grave injustice, casting a lovely thing like you down into his dungeon. Madreg is the father of monsters. It is fortunate you have made it down to me without succumbing."

  "Fortune was certainly a part of it," you agree, polishing off the goblet of wine. "I would like to think my skills were the deciding factor in most cases."

  "Yes, quite," he says, smiling with surprising warmth. "Have you given any more thought to my offer?"

  "Your queen or your general?"

  He reaches under the table and when his hands return they are closed into fists. He turns them over slowly and when he opens his pale fingers there are two small vials in his palm.

  "To be my general, you must die," he says, showing you a vial that smells of almonds. "Oh, do not fear, you will not rest long and you will not be some mindless beast like most of my warriors. I desire your mind and your courage, princess. You could be a great hero to a future king."

  You slip your hand to the hilt of your sword.

  "And if I do not seek death and enslavement?"

  "Enslavement! Nothing of the sort. Your free will is crucial." He raises the other palm a little higher and you see it holds a vial containing a violet-colored salt. "This will ease you through the transformation into my queen. Of course, as my queen you will have certain duties expected of you, but I assure you that you will enjoy them. I am a fine companion. When we triumph together over Madreg, you will sit beside me in the throne room of his castle."