Sometimes, after a particularly powerful orgasm, the ogre picks you up and holds you in his arms in his filthy nest of leaves and furs. You feel almost content. Or at least glad you did not die in the maze. True, you wonder about your family, particularly the fates of your sisters, but for the time being, you are trapped as the ogre's suck slave. You don't know how long he plans to keep you, or if you will ever find a way to escape, but one thing is certain. Your adventure is at an end.
< START OVER | INDEX
Encounter Ten - Wait
You realize you are standing like a fool and watching your doom approach. Cursing your stupidity, you draw your sword and bring it up defensively. You know you cannot best a creature like a manticore on brute strength and that scorpion's sting makes it a very unpredictable foe. You decide to wait, biding your time and searching for an opening.
"Move, Yalak!" you snap at the goblin. "We can outflank him!"
"Yes!" screeches the goblin as he scurries in the opposite direction.
You begin to back away, just to the edge of the cave, but leaving yourself plenty of room to maneuver from side to side. The manticore is cautious as well. His black eyes seem to study the way your pale body moves in the red firelight. You keep things slow and try to conceal your tightly-wound muscles.
Yalak creeps around the room in a counter-clockwise move, forcing the manticore to divide his attention. You can see the frustration creeping onto the great beast's face. He snarls at Yalak and you drive a testing strike at him with your sword. He just sees it coming and deflects your blow with his tail.
You repeat this technique several more times, the frustration growing on the beast's face and his actions becoming more erratic. The manticore manages to stab Yalak with his tail, lifting the little goblin off his feet and throwing him against the wall. You reward the manticore's attack with your blade, driven right into the great beast's neck. He tosses you away and snarls in fury and you greet him with a blast of fire straight to his face.
The wounded beast snarls in pain and retreats into the dark recesses of the cave, leaving the way open for you to escape. Yalak is picking himself up off the floor and clutching at a bloody wound in his side. You kneel to have a look at it. Two holes from the stinger in the goblin's belly, not deep enough to be a serious injury, but the venom is leaking from the wound.
"You must be immune," you say.
"Yes. Good. You defeat beast." He offers you a hug and you accept. "But this too much for me, pretty Kirsten. You must go on no more Yalak."
You frown at the goblin's defeatist attitude.
"I thought we were in it together until the end."
He looks chastened by your words.
"Scared, pretty Kirsten," he admits. Then something else comes over his face. Almost like mischief. "I know other way. Secret door, use by orcs going to see my friend. Little man Olaf. Maybe..."
He walks over to one of the walls of the cave and begins to feel along the natural rock formations with his boney fingers. You hear a click and he looks back at you with a gleeful expression. His hand seems to disappear into a seam in the rock. A moment later, a human-sized door swings open and reveals a wide, well-made tunnel with a rusty track running down its center.
"What is this?" you ask.
"Orcs take cart to Olaf. Secret tunnel go in here and I go to Olaf sometimes."
"And Olaf will help us?"
Yalak nods his head.
"He very nice. He like pretty girl and give us drink."
You can't believe you are considering trusting this little goblin with his secret passage when you have another door right in front of you.
Yalak sees you looking at the iron-banded door and shakes his head.
"That bad way, Kirsten," he says. "Take you to bone man. He very bad."
Bone man, eh? Not a very welcoming name. Well, you've roped this little beastie into your adventure so far and he is claiming to be able to show you the way out. Or at least the way to this man named Olaf, who is nice and will give you a drink. That's more hospitality than you suppose you're going to get from the bone man.
"Alright, Yalak," you say, joining him at the secret door. "Lead the way."
You follow the track for a very long time, sometimes dipping deeper and sometimes crossing wide caverns that howl with subterranean winds. There are branches heading in other directions, but Yalak warns you away and urges you to follow after him.
"Almost there," he says. "Olaf just through here."
You reach a heavy iron door and Yalak begins to pound on it with both fists. After a long stretch of intermittent fist-pounding, the door swings open to reveal a natural chamber lit by gusts of flame and the long shadow of something very strange. Your eyes widen as the door opens fully and reveals the thing standing on the other side.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Eleven - Drink the potion
You inhale the sweet scent of the mind-sucker's aphrodisiac potion. The Honey of the Doe is a fitting name. The aroma reminds you of these sweet pastries of ground nuts and honey and spices that one of your family's cooks used to make for festivals. That memory triggers sadness in you, because that poor cook was slain by the savage army that conquered your family's kingdom.
You hide your emotion from the alien eyes of the mind-sucker and bring the potion to your lips. In truth, you know he intends to have your body, just like almost every other beast you have encountered in this dungeon. At least Xinophus shares this prison with you. Better a fellow prisoner, damned by the mad sorcerer, than some creature sent here for pure pleasure.
The first, long sip you take from the potion burns in your throat. It warms your body almost immediately and you quickly drink the rest of it, finding the thick, sweet liquid to have a cloying flavor and a texture so thick it is hard to swallow the entire vial. Xinophus takes the empty vial from your fingers and cocks his head. The tentacles that hide his mouth ripple with excitement,
"It's... good," you say. "Not bad at least. When does... when..."
The warmth you felt before seems to blossom into a tickling fire that engulfs your body. The world around you seems sunlit, pleasantly caressed by an afternoon. Pollen drifts in the air. The walls of the dungeon spill away like water melting from snow and you are standing in a flowery meadow. You blink away the light and you feel Xinophus take your hands and bring them to his chest.
He is human, though strange. His eyes are wide and golden, his muscular body is colored by a purple-red hue that mimics his true flesh. You know this is not reality, or at least you think it is not reality, but every one of your senses speaks the lie. You reach up and cradle his face. He has a soft beard in place of the tentacles and handsome features. His hair is braided into tight rows and gathered into a single clasp that dangles down his back.
"You're so... you are handsome..."
"And you are beautiful beyond compare," he says, speaking in a voice at once familiar and strange. You realize it is the voice of one of your father's honor guard, a man named Paulus who you lusted after in secret. Xhinophus speaks again, saying, "I will show you paradise."
He takes your hands and leads you through a sun dappled glade and into a clearing where wildflowers form a perfumed bed upon the ground. You stretch out atop the soft flowers and bands of sunlight warm your breasts, belly and legs. Xinophus stands over you an sheds his tunic and trousers, revealing a physique chiseled by the gods. The only strangeness you see is that he has two cocks, both healthy and large and quite nice, but one over top of the other. You giggle at the sight.
"Does something amuse you?" he asks, lowering himself to his knees beside you.
"Oh, no, I am just surprised," you say, covering your laughter with your hand. "You should have warned me you had two cocks."
His gaze travels down to his handsome appendages. He takes your hands and pulls one to each of his cocks. They are very warm in your palms as you curl your fingers around them and gently stroke. You work into an alternating rhythm.
"T
wice the fun for you," he says. "Like being pleasured by two men at once."
"Mmmmmmm," you say, looking up into his golden eyes as you lean over and take the upper cock into your mouth. He lets out a groan as you wantonly suck and slurp on his upper appendage. You take him far deeper into your mouth than you thought possible.
Your throat relaxes without much effort and his hot cockflesh penetrates your throat. You slip him deeper still and your lips touch his hairless pubic area. Your tongue caresses beneath his shaft. You swallowing muscles squeeze and massage his straining cock.
"Oh, my sweet princess," he moans, gently resting his hand on your had. "You've taken every bit of my cock."
"Mmmmhmmm!" you agree.
You pull back to the tip of his cock, catching your breath and giving his bulging cockhead a few swirls of your eager tongue. It only seems natural, once you've popped him free from your lips, to drop your mouth lower and suckles at his other cock. It is just as lovely, more curved and slightly less substantial. You take it to the root, just as the other, moaning the whole way and aching with lust as your throat tightens around his shaft.
Xinophus moans and thrusts into the sucking softness of your mouth. You must keep your head turned to the side and hand working his upper cock as you slurp and bob your mouth on him.
"My princess," he groans, "your mouth is exquisite, but I would taste your quim."
You think of lying back and spreading your thighs for your lover's hot tongue, but it would mean giving up these lovely cocks. Another idea strikes you. One you certainly never attempted yourself, but might have heard described to you by one of your lustier serving girls. You pull his cock from your throat and your lips from his cock with a wet pop and gasp of breath.
"Lie on your back," you purr. "I will let you sample my velvet while I dine on these delicious cocks."
To imagine yourself speaking such lewd things! But it seems only natural in the heat of this perfect moment. Your handsome lover lies back among the flowers, his twin cocks sticking up like pillars that glisten with your saliva and the flow of the sweet honey of his loins. You run your fingers over your sex and feel your own wetness beading at your hot furrow.
You smile at your lover and climb on your knees over his face. Your plump bottom is practically sat upon him and your velvet quim, spread gently open, is nearly touching his tongue. Such a shameful position, it makes you redden with embarrassment. He must see everything! But you do not care once your gaze returns to his cocks. You lean over him and pull his larger cock against your dangling breasts while your mouth returns to the hardness of his smaller, curved cock.
Xinophus may appreciate your mouth and soft breasts, but he is not idle. His tongue grazes your tender groove. And then another tongue and another. It is as if he has a dozen or more tongues, long and warm and wet, lapping at your slit, spreading your virgin quim, massaging the plump crack of your bottom and lapping in hot circles around the clenched entrance of your back passage.
"Ohhhhmmmmmmm," you stifle your cry with his hardness, moaning around him as your mouth continues to bob on his cock.
"Sweet as nectar," moans Xinophus in that familiar voice. "Your body is a banquet for my lust."
His tongues thrust inside you, wriggling and licking deep in your hot channel as more squirm into your clenching anus. You wail loudly as his hot tongues invade your body, massaging you from inside while more continue to stroke your clit, your lips and rim the stretched pucker of your ass.
For a sweet eternity your mouths and hands pleasure each other. You guide his cock between your breasts and press them down onto him, fucking against him with your soft cushions while your mouth pleasures his other hardness. You do not cum once, you cum several times, floating from one peak to the next, driven by his plunging tongues and your own desires to pleasure Xinophus.
His cocks throb and he lets out a loud series of clicks. His seed flows into your throat, hot enough that you can feel the liquid boiling into your belly and sitting heavy there. Nearly scalding gushes of cum pump into your cleavage, down over your belly and between your heaving breasts. His cum slicks your nipples with exquisite warmth even as you continue to gulp his pumping load.
When at last he has spent every drop between your tits and down your throat, you slide him from your mouth and moan, "There was so much!"
"Yes, my sweet," he slips his tongues from your cunt and tingling asshole. "I will mate you now."
Incredibly, his cocks remain hard. You cannot argue with your desire to be taken by your handsome lover. He positions you on your back with your thighs wide apart. Your cum-glazed breasts glisten in the sunlight.
He mounts you with carefully tenderness. His larger cock opens your quim, piercing your maidenhead with a pinch and filling you with the hot steel of his manhood. His smaller cock finds your spit-lubricated anus and pushes past that tender ring. You gasp as both holes are filled with his magnificent cocks. You take hold of your legs and pull your knees up towards your body, giving him even better access to your pink pussy and stretched pucker.
The pain of losing your chastity to Xinophus is soon replaced by the growing warmth of friction and the tingle of pleasure. His cocks seem to be ribbed as they pull and push into the gripping sheath of your pussy and ass. Your first orgasm begins only moments after he enters you, throbbing and squeezing around him, driven by the sensation of his cocks probing new frontiers of pleasure within your body.
"Ohhhhh, Xinophus!" you cry. "Fuck me! Make me yours!"
He makes that clicking sound again and leans his body over you for greater leverage. He pounds his cocks into your spasming pussy and ass. He kisses you with a dozen tongues squirming into your eager mouth. You cum again, smothered by his lust, at the mercy of his thrusting cocks. He is swelling inside you. His cocks seeming to grow hotter and hotter until...
"My seed!" he says and lets out a long series of clicks.
His cocks buck inside you and his cum fires into your depths. The moment his potent seed finds your womb, you feel a new plateau of lust and happiness.
"Yes, my love," you cry. "Oh, my sweet love. My body is yours. My... ohhhh..."
Whatever other words of devotion you were about to speak are forgotten as another powerful orgasm rocks through your body. Your rippling contraction match the pulses of cum into your pussy and deep into your bowels. Your bodies arch together, united in pleasure beyond all reason. You are being bred by a monster in the guise of a man and you love it. You love him.
The magic of the maze has taken over your mind.
CONTINUE >
Bad Ending - The Lunatic's Daughter
Your beloved, your father, your mate, brings you to his master down in the tomb-like depths beneath the bone pile. The dank and foreboding tunnel opens into a chamber lit by the warm fire of a hearth. A pale and handsome man with a glossy shock of black hair greets you. He wears an old robe fringed with ermine and this place, his lair, seems to be well-furnished with a library and a comfortable bed.
"Master," says Vardak and he kneels before the man. You kneel beside your daddy, trying to make a good impression. Vardak continues, "I found daughter in bone pile. She warm and soft. She remembers."
"Your daughter? I think not, you old fool." The man leans over you and lifts your chin with two fingers. His thin nostrils flare open. "By the Cold Mother, you've spoiled her, you degenerate. I can smell your filth on her body."
"Please, don't speak to my daddy like that," you say, trying to hide your anger.
Vardak ducks his head in obvious fear. The handsome man just smiles coldly.
"Stupid little slut," he whispers. "Your 'daddy' is the lowest of the low. A bone picker that I only let live because he finds the occasional useful trinket among the dead things that fall from Madreg's dungeon. And you've thrown away your womb to him."
"I love my daddy," you say, not understanding why the master would say such cruel things about Vardak.
The master scoffs and waves his hand.
&nbs
p; "Out of my sight. You are perfect for each other. I'll let you scavenge with him, but get in my way and I'll boil the flesh off your bones and put those to use."
Something in the man's cold, black eyes tell you that if you defy him he will do as he promised. You bow your head subserviently and the man stalks off to his library.
So begins your life with Vardak, the bone picker, a disgusting, grim existence of picking over the skeletons and corpses that drop down the chutes from the dungeon above for anything useful. When you are not searching for trinkets, you are helping the master assemble whole skeletons and rejuvenate them to some mockery of life with his magic. You do not know nor care much about the master. You know he hates Madreg and is planning to overthrow him, but all pales in comparison to your love for Vardak.
In the moments you have alone, to rest, you eat the worm-eaten crusts of the master's food and engage in all manner of sexual depravity with the man you believe is your father. Your mouth seeks his cock at a long glance from Vardak and you happily fill your belly with the hot broth from his loins. Sometimes you sit upon his face and squirm and moan as his tongue explores your holes or you ride atop him, calling, "Daddy! Oh, daddy!" as you cum together.
On lucky nights, when the master is studying in his library, Vardak will roll you onto your back and climb atop you. His tongue slithers into your mouth and his hard cock invades your aching cunt. He whispers sweetly to you and thrusts in and out until you feel the welcome warmth of his seed spurting into your depths. You wrap your thighs around him and squeeze his cock dry.
Your belly grows and your breasts swell with milk. The master takes some interest in your growing pregnancy and, at Vardak's encouragement, you place your nipples in special rubber cups that suck at them and draw out your milk into jars. The master says that he can use it to make an elixir that will restore lifelike qualities to the dead. You do not know if it will work, but you are glad to help the master however you can. He is good to you and only occasionally whips you and Vardak.
Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder Page 53
