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

by Amanda Clover

  With a roar, the manticore lashes out with his tail. You duck aside and his stinger smacks against the wall of the cave behind you. Warm venom showers your back, but thankfully has no effect on you. You bring up your sword and slice the manticore's tail. It's just a flesh wound for the mighty beast. Still, he yowls and dances back, giving you room to roll to the side and gain ground on the door.

  Turning, you confront another attack. The manticore is in midair, sharp claws outstretched and fang-filled mouth open and roaring at you. It is clear that your evasiveness has caused the beast to abandon its original plan and it now intends to simply devour you.

  "Not today!" you shout, ducking the blow and slashing a grievous injury into the manticore's belly as he pass over your head.

  The beast rolls and flops onto the cave floor. He struggles to his feet, blood pouring from the wound. He has been defeated, though his wounds do not seem mortal. He retreats to the dark recesses of the cave, leaving the way clear for you to escape.

  When you have an opportunity, this nightmarish dungeon has taught you to take it. You never know what friends the manticore may have lurking in the darkness.

  You run 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.

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  Encounter Ten - Wait to see what Wulfgar desires

  Staring at the wolf-headed warrior, and his magnificently huge cock, you are uncertain of what to offer this hero. You are not even sure if he is real or some sort of spirit conjured from the beyond. What could a creature like that even desire? You cradle your breasts in your hands as if for modesty and watch the muscular warrior with desire welling in your loins.

  After staring at you for a seeming eternity, the wolf's lips curl back in a silent growl of displeasure. He discards his axe and strides forward. The sudden forcefulness with which he moves causes you to recoil. You raise your hands defensively and he seizes them both in the powerful grasp of one big hand. He lifts you up and dangles you by your wrists.

  "Please," you cry. "What is it? What did I do?"

  His snout presses to your breasts and down to your sex. His nose is cool against your thighs, but his hot breath tickles over the golden down on your quim. You scissor your legs helplessly, your feet kicking against the rock hard slabs of his muscles.

  "Put me down!" you cry. "Put me down and--"

  Wulfgar throws you to the hard stone of the floor, knocking the sense and the breath out of you. He stands over you for a moment, his golden eyes now seeming cruel and that massive cock rising to full erectness. Whatever test you were taking you have obviously failed and your failure has awakened a lusty beast in the wolf-headed warrior.

  He forces your thighs apart and in one mighty pull tears the loincloth from your cunt. You struggle weakly in his grasp as he pins you firmly to the ground and his huge cock finds your virgin entrance. Your eyes open wide for a moment and you look up into that wolf face. Your pleas for mercy die on your lips. It is too late for that. Too late to stop what is about to happen.

  For an exquisite moment, he claims you, time seeming to stand still as his cock thrusts inside your virgin vessel and ends your chastity in a hot gush of blood. His cock stretches your channel wide and fills every inch of you in the way a leg might fill a stocking. He seems to occupy your body in that instant and a growl of pleasure passes through his clenched teeth.

  Then he begins to move atop you and there is no tenderness to this rutting. It is a sudden, rough and violent mating. Your cunt, stretched and filled with his thrusting cock meat. Each stroke prods against your womb and slaps his heavy bollocks against your ass. You cry out in time to his violent thrusts. Your breasts jiggle and your mouth hangs open, caught in a long, wordless cry somewhere between pain and pleasure.

  Wulfgar releases your hands, but by then all fight has gone out of you. The brute pounds his cock into your aching channel, flesh colliding with flesh and your body flopping beneath him with each stroke. He howls like a wild beast and you feel his muscles tensing. Your eyes roll back in your head as his cum begins to pump deep inside your womb. Thick gouts of his spunk paint your cervix and squelch around his thrust cock. A hot, silky trickle spills down your clenching anus as his bollocks smack against it.

  Your fear and pain vanish as the warrior's throbbing cock curses you with love. You feel nothing but adoration for him as he breeds you and fills your clutching tunnel with his seed. All around you, the world begins to fade into a fuzzy white fog and there is light all around you.

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  Special Encounter - Swallow him again

  "Ohhhh...daddy," you moan as Vardak strums your clit with his filthy fingers. "I need more cum. I need to taste it again."

  "Mmmm?" He lifts his head from your chest and leaves your nipple glistening with his spit. "You need more of my seed? Yes. Yes, of course you do. That's it. That's right."

  He pulls himself upright using his staff and clambers to his feet. He leans against the pole with its swaying blue light and lifts his robe up around his waist. He wags his scarred fuckmeat in front of your face. You open your mouth wide and lean into the path of his cock, letting him smack his heavy tool over your lips and tongue as he rubs it back and forth. He wheezes and laughs at this.

  "My sweet pretty. My little girl. Yes. Can you catch daddy's spear?" He grabs his cock and wanks it and slaps it repeatedly against your outstretched tongue. "Ohhhh yes, that's good. Smack. Smack. Have a taste now, lovely."

  You lean forward and catch his cock with your lips. You engulf him in your soft oval and slurp him gently across your tongue and into the warm, wet confines of your mouth. Your hand goes to his dangling bollocks, still damp with your spit from before, and you squeeze and stroke them as you take him into your gagging throat.

  Vardak rests one gnarled hand atop your golden hair and moves you on his cock. His skinny hips work as he fucks into your mouth, shoving his fat, mangled cock into the liquid heat of your throat. Your swallowing reflex massages him and you bob on him, forcing yourself to gag on his dick and choke it down into your bulging neck.

  "Daddy missed you so much. Thank you. Thank you...ahhh...for sucking daddy's cock. Like a, ahhhh, good girl."

  Far from being humiliated or disgusted, you love his depraved madness. It makes your cunt throb each time he calls you his daughter and as he fucks your throat you stuff your hand between your thighs and furiously stroke your clit. The rhythmic thrusts of the old hunchback's cock send long strands of drool spilling from your chin onto your jiggling breasts. His grip on your hair tightens and he buries your face in his foul-smelling groin with his cock throbbing in your throat.

  "Yessss," he hisses. "You want daddy's seed. You want it. Because you're a good girl. Ohh...Kirsten...here it comes!"

  His tightening balls slap against your wet chin as the old man fucks your mouth. Your swallowing throat massages the swollen length of his cock. Tears of discomfort stream from your eyes.

  Old, deformed Vardak, who is so demented he probably fucks corpses, enthusiastically fucks your soft, warm mouth. You are a beautiful princess lost in a miserable dungeon, but for those few, insane seconds, you are Vardak's daughter. His perverted spawn, eager for his cum to fill your throat. You cry with pleasure, your mouth stuffed and your throat vibrating against his shaft. The sensation must be enough to push the old hunchback over the line, because you feel his cockflesh begin to twitch.

  You swallow steadily and experience Vardak's orgasm as a strange pressure in your throat and a sudden, warm fullness in your belly as he dr
ains his seed into your gut. You suck him and milk him with your throat. You make no effort to pull off his cock even as his orgasm subsides. Your cum-filled belly sloshes as you thrust against your fingers and frig your little virgin quim over the edge. You moan around Vardak's softening cock and enjoy the sick pleasure of cumming for him.

  "We fuck now, daughter. We fuck. Turn around. I'll do it from behind. Daddy is ready."

  Vardak wanks his flaccid cock, trying to tug it back to full hardness. You wipe your lips and pull yourself up to your feet.

  "I think you should take me to your master," you say, your voice hoarse. "We can have more fun once I've talked to him."

  "Yes!" Vardak nearly cheers. "I forgot. Master. He wants to meet pretty Kirsten. He will like you. Come. I show way."

  Vardak drops his robe back over his cock and begin the trek down from the pile of moldering bones and into a stony tunnel. You follow behind, struggling to tie your loincloth back over your body as you try to keep up with Vardak. His limping, shuffling gait helps make that possible.

  Finally, you arrive at your destination, and it is not at all what you expected.

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  Encounter One - Stroke it onto your face

  You bob your mouth a bit more on Lobok's hot shaft. Feeling it swell between your lips, watching the orc's chest hitch with his growing pleasure, you decide that you are not sure you can take his seed into your mouth. As his breathing becomes more and more erratic, you pop your lips free from the bulging bell of Lobok's fuckmeat and slip your fingers from your quim to grab the shaft of his cock with both hands.

  "What doing, princess?" he growls.

  "Oh, Lobok," you moan, barely needing to fake your desire, "I want to feel your seed all over my face."

  A smile curls behind the orc's tusks. He cradles your face with both hands as you work his big, green fuckmonster with yours. Drips of precum fall onto your chin and your heaving breasts. His breathing is shallow and quick. His big belly shudders.

  "Graaaaaaaaarrgggggh!" he roars.

  The orc's thick meat flexes in your hands. A hot geyser of off-white erupts from the bulging pink bell of Lobok's cock. The stream arcs over your upturned face and splatters onto your feet, your crouched legs, and drips down your shoulder and back. You tug his cock again and this time the gush of the orc's seed lashes your face.

  You squeal with surprise as the hot liquid splatters your cheek, your forehead, your lips and across your tongue. You taste him, you smell him, and you keep stroking. Rope after gooey rope pumps across your lips, your nose, your forehead, into your mouth and drips from your chin. The tops of your breasts are spattered with orc spunk. Your face is glazed. Finally, the hot hose ceases to give seed and Lobok pushes your hands away with a grunt.

  "Naughty princess," chuckles the orc. "Look pretty with orc cum on face."

  "I'm glad you appreciate the decorations," you say, keeping one eye closed against the gooey spunk covering it. "Now how am I going to go get clean?"

  "Mmmmmmahaha! You show me!"

  It is a moment that would make your mother sick. As if pleasuring an orc was not vile enough, you proceed to massage his sticky cream into your breasts, guiding his salty stew from your cheeks and chin into your mouth. As you lick his musky spunk from your fingers, your other hand is busy between your thighs. You fuck yourself eagerly, moaning and squirming against your hand as your orgasm rises. The fact that the orc is watching you only heightens your pleasure.

  "Good human," he says. "Make pleasure in your cove."

  "Yessssss!" you cry.

  You pump your fingers in and out and, with the other hand, shove two spunk flavored fingers in your mouth. Your body arches. You thrust against your fingers as your climax explodes in your body. Your breasts heave and jiggle with the motion of your hips. You suck urgently at your fingers, wishing, for those moments of ecstasy, that it was Lobok's fat cock.

  You finally lift your flushed face, gasping for air as your body recovers from your intense orgasm. You look up at the orc, so tempted to simply surrender to him that the words very nearly burst from your mouth. You realize that playing with pleasure in the maze is a dangerous game.

  "Had a deal," you choke out.

  "Yes, we did princess," says Lobok.

  He helps you to your feet and returns your loincloth and sword belt. As you dress, the big orc walks over to one of the wall sconces and brings back a guttering torch. He pushes it into your hands.

  "Next room dark," he says. "This help."

  "What's in the next room?" you ask.

  "Go," says Lobok. "Find sisters. Good luck."

  It's clear he wishes no more discussion. You nod to him and depart through the door he guarded. The hallway beyond is a long and winding corridor that gradually begins to degrade. The crumbling stonework gives way to a natural cave tunnel. You travel for what seems a very long time when you come upon a stone entryway that seems to open up into a large, dark chamber. There is no other way forward. You hear a faint clicking sound within.

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  Encounter One - Stroke it onto your breasts

  Your slurping, sucking mouth is close to driving the orc over the edge. His cock is swelling by the moment, pressing against your tongue and forcing you to stretch your mouth wide around his shaft. His breathing becomes irregular. His face twists in bestial pleasure. You know there will be a fearsome explosion of his seed in your mouth. You're not sure you can take it without gagging.

  You slip your fingers from your hungry cunt and pull your lips form Lobok's swollen cock with a pop of suction. You grip his cock with both hands and rise so that the soft valley of your breasts catches his shaft as you work his spit-soaked cock. He looks down in surprise that your warm mouth has left him.

  "What doing, princess?" he growls.

  "Oh, Lobok," you moan, barely needing to fake your desire, "don't you like my big, soft breasts? I want you to cover them with your seed."

  Lobok laughs and drops his hands to your shoulders.

  "Wrap them around my cock!" he commands.

  You obey, pressing your soft titflesh around the hot iron of his shaft. Pressing your breasts from both sides, you trap his length in your bountiful bosom as the orc begins to work his hips, pumping his prick into your cleavage. Your spit and his precum provide adequate lubrication as he fucks his cock into your tits.

  "Ohhhh, yes," you moan. "Fuck my tits, Lobok! Yes, your cock feels so good."

  It's a bit of an act, but one the orc clearly appreciates. He likes it even better when you tuck your chin down and begin lapping the pink tip of his cockhead each time it pops from between your increasingly flushed cleavage. You taste his salty juice with each thrust and flick your tongue against his oozing slit.

  Suddenly, Lobok steps back, freeing his cock from between your friction-warmed breasts and seizing his shaft in one big fist. He tugs his cock, aiming the bulging tip at your cleavage. You lean your head back and lift and press your tits, presenting an inviting target for the seed rising in the orc's root.

  "GRaaaaaaaaaaayesssss!" bellows the green skinned brute.

  You watch as the orc's beastly cockmeat twitches in his grasp. A fat rope of cum launches from the slit and strikes you in the throat, splattering around your neck and wetting your shoulders with pearly droplets. His second shot comes quickly after the first and this he aims into your cleavage, painting your breasts and pink nipples with his gooey strand. He works his fist and pumps out rope after rope, spunk-basting your pale breasts with his nasty orc cream.

  "So good," he groans and shakes the last pearly drops onto your tits. You raise your head and he pushes his cock into your mouth, forcing you to suck out the last bit of his load.

  "Mmmmmphhhh," you protest, but do your work, hollowing your cheeks and draining out a final, twitching measure of his cum.

  Lobok pulls his cock free of your lips and lets it hang, slowly deflating, against his thigh.

  "Big human teats look good with orc cum."


  You look down at your goo-smeared breasts and begin to rub the sticky cum into them. It comes naturally. You smear it around and scoop some into your mouth to lick your fingers clean. You squeeze and heft your cum-basted breasts with one hand while you delve the fingers of the other back into your hungry pussy.

  "Good! Good!" says Lobok. "You like so much, show me how you fuck."

  As you lick his musky spunk from your fingers, your other hand is busy between your thighs. You fuck yourself eagerly, moaning and squirming against your hand as your orgasm rises. The fact that the orc is watching you only heightens your pleasure.

  "Good human," he says. "Make pleasure in your cove."

  "Yessssss!" you cry.

  You pump your fingers in and out and, with the other hand, shove two spunk flavored fingers in your mouth. Your body arches. You thrust against your fingers as your climax explodes in your body. Your breasts heave and jiggle with the motion of your hips. You suck urgently at your fingers, wishing, for those moments of ecstasy, that it was Lobok's fat cock.

  You finally lift your flushed face, gasping for air as your body recovers from your intense orgasm. You look up at the orc, so tempted to simply surrender to him that the words very nearly burst from your mouth. You realize that playing with pleasure in the maze is a dangerous game.

  "Had a deal," you choke out.

  "Yes, we did princess," says Lobok.

  He helps you to your feet and returns your loincloth and sword belt. As you dress, the big orc walks over to one of the wall sconces and brings back a guttering torch. He pushes it into your hands.

  "Next room dark," he says. "This help."