The warm, velvety soft flesh of its bulging entrance slithers over your feet. Hot breath hisses over you and you gag at the sour stench of rotten meat. The wet warmth slurps over your ankles and up your legs, closing with suction and pulling your lower half into the hot gurgling maw.
You moan as it reaches your waist and you feel the slurp on your womanhood and over your buttocks. Slime saturates your crack and feels hot and not unpleasant on your quim. There may be no pain, but there is no denying the horror. Slime gushes down over your breasts and drips onto your face as it sucks you deeper.
At the last moment, before it slurps you all the way in, you extend your arms and catch the soft edges of its mouth. Your fingers wrap around that velvet organism and touch the hard exterior shell. The pulling and sucking from within becomes more insistent. You feel a seductive warmth on your legs. It feels as if fleshy tongues are licking their way up your appendages, squirming between your toes and drawing closer to your virgin sex.
It's all a trap, you know. Any pleasure to be found with this creature will be fleeting. If you let go with one hand you still might be able to reach your sword and attack. Or you could release your hold and cast a spell. You know you might only have moments to act, so waiting or trying to reason with this seemingly mindless beast seems pointless.
What do you do?
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
Encounter twelve - Attack
Telemas cannot tempt you. This king of a crypt cannot lure you into becoming his queen or some undead warrior.
You draw your sword and swing with all your might. Your blade slices through his bloodless neck, parting flesh and bone. His arms shoot out and catch his severed head before it falls to the floor. His eyes are pure black. Black liquid boils up from the stump of his neck, wriggling and reaching like hundreds of tiny worms.
"What... what are you?" You take a step back, raising your guard.
"I am beyond death," he says with a wet gurgle, blackness squirming from his severed head and pooling in his hands. You watch in stunned horror as he lifts his severed head and sets it, slightly askew, back onto his neck. The black ooze joins together and pulls the head into its proper place. In an instant, only a seam of black shows where the two pieces are connected.
"Now I repay you with pleasure," he gurgles and lowers his trousers.
The thing that hangs from his groin is like no human or monstrous cock you have ever seen before. It is roughly in the shape of a penis, but glistening black and segmented like the carapace of millipede. Tendrils of black wriggle at the root and around the bulging tip like a crown. It moves on its own, swaying slightly from side to side as Telemas takes a step towards you.
"On your knees," he gurgles. "Offer your mouth... and I will show you mercy."
He takes another step towards you.
"You cannot kill me, little girl. It is time to face your destiny."
You shiver with fear. Your breath steams from your mouth in the growing cold of the room and your nipples are painfully erect. Your grip on your sword wavers.
What do you do?
Kneel before Telemas
Make an all out attack
Bad Ending - Mated to the Roper
Days of pleasure pass, one into the other, your body continuously violated by the roper's cocks and its mocking voice always in your ear.
"Pretty human. Fill your belly to burst."
You never knew much about the mating habits of the roper, but you learn firsthand as its trunk slowly absorbs your arms and much of your legs until your increasingly pregnant body is like a sculpture carved into the ropers side. You feel your body gradually connecting to the roper's, making you one with its flesh. Your belly bulges beyond any woman you have ever seen. Your breasts swell and constantly leak milk. When you are hungry, the roper feeds you the hot broth of its seed and you drink the thick, yellow liquid eagerly.
The first pains of labor begin on the twentieth day. By then, your mind is only a tiny shred resembling the person you once were. You moan like a beast as the squirming, octopus-like roper larvae drop from your swollen cunt. The roper scoops each gurgling tot into its tendrils and lifts them, one by one, to the dripping creameries of your breasts. You smile at the sight as they attach to your breasts like little starfish and begin to suck the milk from your nipples. Your cream slowly fills translucent digestive sacs on their bodies.
The day after the brood is born, you are already impregnated once more by the roper. Nursing is exhausting, requiring constant sucking to keep your own body nourished and a steady tangle of little ropers eager to drink your milk. Two little ropers are feeding when the sorcerer appears in the chamber.
The roper tries to lash out at Madreg, but your lover and master is suddenly paralyzed. You barely remember the sorcerer. Some distant pain and anger that flares as he walks over and painfully plucks your nursing tots from your breasts.
"Oh, do not look at me so angrily, my sweet princess," says the man as he stuffs the two roperlings into a leather sack. "I will take good care of them. They will be very clever with your essence mixed with the roper's. I will raise them and loose them into the tree villages of the high elves. Your little offspring will terrorize my enemies."
You try to speak, but only manage an animal grunt of anger. Madreg smoothes the sweat damp hair from your face.
"You did very good for me princess and I'm sure the roper will give you many more. They mate for life, after all."
He takes out a jar and siphons some of your milk into the glass. You moan in pleasure as your white cream gushes into the container. He holds it up and examines it with a cruel smile on his face.
"Yes, this will make a fine potion." He gives you a pat on the flank. "Now, back to work, my dear. You have many more to birth for me."
The sorcerer disappears and almost immediately the roper begins to fuck you again. You arch and squirm, forever trapped against his fleshy column. Your powerful orgasms erase your worries and help you forget the sorcerer.
Your ultimate fate as the roper's mate is not certain, but what is certain is that your adventure is at an end. You have been bred by the roper.
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Encounter Sixteen - Parley
"Wait," you say, taking a small step away from Madreg. "Hold on, my, um, my lord. Might we discuss this?"
"Oh, a bargain?" Madreg giggles and floats in a circle around you just out of reach. "I do enjoy your bargaining skills princess. Very well, what do you desire?"
"My freedom," you say.
"Impossible. Your body and soul will belong to Castigoroth." The name he speaks makes you shudder. "But I have another offer you may enjoy. Reemek!"
A gold-framed door opens behind the altar and Reemek, the fen orc that captured you, steps out leading three women behind him. He pushes the women to their knees and you see that they are blindfolded, bound, and gagged. It takes you only a moment to recognize them: Jacinda, Camilla, and Heidi.
"My sisters!" you cry and try to run towards them. An invisible wall of force holds you back. You are fighting tears as you shout, "Let them go, Madreg!"
"Ah, perhaps I could be convinced." Madreg strokes his chin with his inhumanly long fingers. "Perhaps I want to be convinced. A willing participant in this grand endeavor would be much preferable to one I must hold down to the altar and claim under threat."
You do not doubt the wizard's willingness to do exactly that. Can you trust his word? It seems unlikely. What then? Simply attacking him now would be futile. He is the most powerful wizard alive and surrounded by his followers.
Another idea strikes you. If the mad wizard is a liar, almost certain to betray you, then lying to him is no sin. If you only pretended to agree to his bargain it might fool him long enough for you to strike at him in a moment of weakness.
"If I go along with what you want, then you will free my sisters?"
"Oh, yesss!" Madreg seems gleeful. "But you must be a very willing partic
ipant. You must... satisfy me."
He wags his foul cock at you and a droplet of unholy gleet spills from the tip. You look away from the nauseating sight and realize that the front row of pews has cleared and the gravid chanters are closing in behind you, urging you towards the stairs with their plump bodies and swollen breasts.
"Come along, my dear princess," says Madreg, floating closer and offering you his hand. "Let us unite in destiny."
You look into his yellow eyes and your stomach tightens into a knot.
What do you do?
Take his offer
Pretend to take his offer
Encounter Eight - Attack
You swing your sword out of its sheath and go charging into the clearing. The adrenaline coursing through your veins seems to make the world slow down. You charge out of the brush, a screaming Valkyrie with her sword raised. Your breasts heave with each step. Your blond hair flows behind you like a war banner at the end of a lance.
The goblin turns, its savage face contorted in fear and anger. It reaches for a blade on its belt. Too late. Your might swing falls upon its shoulder. A clean hit and a sharp blade with the trained strength of a swordsman. You nearly sever the goblin two. It falls to the ground, almost instantaneously killed. You roar triumphantly.
You wipe your blade in the jungle grass and return your sword to its sheath. You leave the goblin where it lies and scoop up his rabbit. If you find the chance to make a fire, you'll have a nice roasted rabbit for dinner.
Despite your renewed confidence, the going continues to be rough, particularly as a new front of clouds obscures the moon. It is so dark you cannot even see your feet in the undergrowth. Which probably explains why you set foot directly into the trap.
The snare closes around your ankle and yanks you with the force of a bent branch of one of the huge jungle trees. You are flung into the air, dropping rabbit and sword, hanging upside down by your ankles as your loincloth falls indecently open.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee!" you scream as you bounce up and down beneath the rubbery branch. The floor of the jungle is a dozen feet below your head. You quickly grow dizzy from all the blood rushing to your head. You pass in and out of consciousness.
You awake once as the goblins are lowering you. Their spear tips prod against your bare flesh. They seem intimidated by your size and chatter excitedly when you stir. Then you pass out again and their poking spears and strange language recede into the darkness.
You awake again as you are being dragged through the jungle. There is a rough sledge beneath you of fresh-cut reeds. Four goblins are pulling you. Darkness closes in again.
The third time you awaken you are standing tied to a post with your wrists overlapping above your head. Your ankles are tied to the post as well, so that your weight rests against these ropes and the most you can move is to bow your body out painfully. Doing so and letting out a soft grunt of discomfort draws the attention of several goblins. They shout out gibberish to their kin and before long you are surrounded by more than a dozen of the greens-skinned runts.
"Hey, can we talk about this?" you plead. "I mean you no harm. No...ohhhh!"
One of them reaches out and begins rubbing your naked mound. You cry out and arch against your bonds as the goblin's rough fingers saw at your tender groove. The other goblins chatter excitedly. A much larger and uglier goblin waddles into view, pushing aside the crowd. He wears a lopsided crown of bones on his head.
"Me chief!" he announced. "You prisoner. Mating slave. I mate first."
Goblins in the crowd begin to brandish knives. They saw at the ropes tying you to the pole. You arch against your bonds again and cry out, "Wait! Come on. Be reasonable. You can't do this to me!"
"Can do!" growls the chief. "We catch you. We keep what catch."
You drop free of the pole onto the muddy ground on your hands and knees. Before you can rise, the goblins surround you, pawing at your dangling breasts, smacking their hands on your bottom and thighs and running their bony fingers over your quim. The goblin chief again clears a path through them, this time approaching you from behind as the others hold your head and arms and continue to gleefully fondle your breasts.
The chief strokes your ass with both hands, seemingly amazing b the size and roundness of your bottom. Being a human, it is comparatively gigantic for the goblins. A stepping stool is places between your legs and the chief steps up, holding a crude scepter in one hand above his head. The tribe cheers and the chief removes his clattering loincloth decorated with bones and beads. He exposes the fat acorn of his cock, a pink tip peeking out from the green roll of his foreskin.
Your eyes go wide as the fat goblin chief suddenly throws himself at your backside. He buries his face in your cheeks, squeezing them and inhaling your scent while moaning loudly. His nose is buried in your crack as his tongue begins to eagerly lather your furry folds. You moan and left your head and find another goblin right in front of you with his hard little cock out. Without even resisting, you take it in your mouth and begin to suck. The goblins chatter excitedly as your cheeks hollow and you slurp while the chief loudly licks your quim.
The goblin in your mouth goes off quickly. He lets out a squeak like a frightened rat and his sour cum pumps across your tongue. You suck out his seed, your mind mostly focused on the growing pleasure in your loins. Another goblin cock fills your mouth as you rock back and feel the hot coil of your climax tightening.
"Mmmmmmm!" you moan around the cock.
"MMmmmmm!" replies the chief, his utterance vibrating deep into your cunt.
The coil releases, pleasure rippling through your quim and clenching in the pucker of your asshole. Your cunt clenches against the chief's tongue. Your gasps of pleasure are stifled by the cock in your mouth and it is suddenly spurting. You swallow it down, drinking the lewd brew, too heated with your grinding ecstasy to worry.
The goblin chief stands behind you, grabbing your round, human ass and smacking your thighs with the hugely grown bludgeon of his cock. It is fat and mushroom-capped, from pale green to a glossy purple fruit at its head. The size at least matches some humans. You feel a shock of fear as you realize your enslavement is upon you. If this fat brute seeds your fertile womb then you will be trapped forever.
"No!" you cry. "Please! Not there! I will suck you!"
"Yes," agrees the chief. "Suck much later. Now, breeding."
His cock enters you like a spear. Your head lifts and you cry out in shock as your maidenhead is claimed by the fat goblin. Tears fall from your face, but you moan with pleasure as he begins to rut into you. Despair fills your mind and your body knows only pleasure. Your cunt is stretched tight around his fat tip. He slips against you and his clawed fingers dig into the flesh of your ass.
"Ohhhh so tight!" cries the chief. "So much tighter than goblin."
Your breasts sway and the tribe cheers their chief as he ruts into you. Your fluttering fuckhole milks around the chief's huge cock. You can feel your pleasure mounting again. You hate yourself, you despise the goblin, but you crave more pleasure. You fuck back against him and moan with lusty.
The goblin shouts to his tribe at your moaning and they cheer again. He spreads your cheeks and spits a hot gob against your anus. You tense and he thrusts his thumb up your ass. It is another shocking sensation and enough to push you over the edge. You wail with your shameful release as fresh ripples of climax squeeze the goblin's thumb and his jabbing fucktool.
"Cummmmm!" roars the goblin, fucking roughly into you.
You feel the throb of his cock. Your eyes widen as you feel the hot rush of his first burst of cum into your virgin cunt. Pleasure melds into love. You feel the curse of Madreg's dungeon working inexorably on your mind. Devotion replaces fear and lust replaces disgust.
"Yes, more!" you cry. "Breed me! Breed me, my love!"
The goblin war chief snarls as he floods your clutching channel with his potent seed. He hunches over your ass, sweat dripping from his face.
"Human good now," he
says. "Human slave."
"Ohhhh, yes," you coo. "I will do whatever you want, master."
His belly jiggles as he laughs triumphantly. He grunts and draws his fat cock out of your creamed cunt. You whimper with desire, spunk dripping from your freshly-fucked folds. You yearn for the chief's cock.
It's a yearning soon fulfilled by the next goblin to step up on the stool and stir your churning fuckpit with his cock. His tongue lolls from his mouth as he grips your hips and furiously pounds his cock into you. Many more are waiting their turn behind him.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fourteen - Surrender
"Wait!" you shout, raising your hands. "I yield! I surrender!"
"You must leave!" shouts the voice of the giant. "You will be punished if you do not leave!"
You drop a hand to your sword and draw it from its sheath only to toss it at the feet of the iron giant. The red-eyed machine stalks towards you, stepping over the sword as it looms above you and vents steam from pipes on its back.
"I surrender, but I will not go back," you say, raising your hands above your head. "You cannot send me back to the nightmare I have already been through."
The iron giant rumbles from within its chest. Its huge hands lash out and take hold of your hands. It lifts you up by your arms and you hang helpless in its grasp, your feet several inches off the floor of the chamber. Hot gusts from the furnaces blow across your body, stirring your hair, and the glow of molten metal lights you and the giant with red light.
"What is your name, human?" booms the voice.
"K-Kirsten Sungbaard," you say, looking up at those pitiless red eyes. "Please, have mercy on me. I'll do anything. I'll... please you."
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