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

by Amanda Clover

  You take a step back from her as she continues to laugh. Fear seizes you and you consider turning and running. Ashara is on you in an instant, grabbing your throat in the iron vice of her hand and lifting you off the ground. She tears off your loincloth and your sword belt. Her eyes have turned from purple to pure silver-white with no pupils or irises at all.

  "We are going to have some fun, Kirsten. No reason to be afraid."

  She drives you backwards until you collide with the wall with enough force to daze you for a moment. You struggle to stay conscious and to breathe with her hand gripping your throat. Her smile reveals her fangs.

  Ashara lunges at you, pressing her lips to yours and opening your mouth with her hungry tongue. You gasp against her kiss, tasting the sweetness and the spice of her mouth. You are terrified and yet you want more. It only takes a moment for her to awaken your desire and your tongue is wrestling with hers. Your hands are no longer fighting, they are caressing her luscious body.

  "Yessss," she hisses against your mouth. "So much pleasure to be found, my sweet warrior princess."

  She allows your feet to touch the ground and releases your throat. Her knee presses between your legs and her thigh rubs against the bare silk of your golden mound. You moan into Ashara's kiss and she bites your lower lip, stretching it momentarily as she pulls away. You look at her, taking in her beauty as your lust boils over.

  Something slides up your belly and you feel it push between your breasts. Her tail is suddenly sliding around your throat and tightening just enough to feel like a collar. You let out a cry and thrust your hips, unwittingly rubbing your tender folds against the thigh of the succubus. The pleasure and the submissive feeling of being leashed by Ashara's tail only further inflame your lust.

  "I can see how badly you want it, princess. But what do you want?" She cocks her head. "I know your desire, but do you know it?"

  You rock your hips, grinding your pussy against her thigh. You need it. Gods help you!

  "F-fuck me," you moan. "Fuck me, please."

  "There it is," laughs the succubus. "Now, I might give you my tongue..."

  She sticks out her long and nimble tongue and you shudder at the thought of her invading your pussy with such an appendage.

  "... or my fingers." She wiggles them before your face. "No. Neither of those. I think it only fair if I repay a sword with a sword of my own."

  You rock forward against her thigh once more and your pussy collides with something hard and hot. You look down, straining against the purple collar of her tail, and see a huge, veined cock, swollen red-purple and with a fat, bulging cap. It emerges from the immaculate mound of the succubus, its angry turgidity completely at odds with the supple paleness of her naked flesh.

  "Do you like it?" laughs Ashara.

  You're terrified of the demoness's ability to simply grow an enormous cock on command. That fear does nothing to lessen your desire. You reach your fingers down and pet her cockflesh. It jerks against your fingers before thumping back down against Ashara's thigh. You gasp in surprise.

  "I... I do like it," you moan. "Are you going to--"

  Your question is interrupted by the gagging yank of the tail on your neck. Ashara lifts you up with the deceptively strong appendage, pulling you up the wall and cutting off your breath. She takes hold of the backs of your knees and lets your weight settle into her arms, relieving the constricting noose around your neck.

  Her cock teases against your slit. She lowers you onto it, opening your virgin folds and pushing the throbbing hardness into your slick channel. You whimper as her cock violates your chastity. The pain is sharp, but fleeting.

  "A true virgin," she laughs. "I knew you must be virginal, but I did not suspect you were still intact. Impressive that you managed to escape being ravished. Until now."

  She slams her cock into you and you scream in sock as your womanhood is filled with hot, hard cockmeat. It seems so big that it will burst you open and it grows larger as Ashara begins to work it in and out with powerful thrusts. Your tits heave up and down with each stroke. Your head bounces and your mouth hangs open. You are a moaning ragdoll in the powerful arms of the succubus. Your body bobs in her hands and you can merely receive her forceful desire.

  Pleasure is swift and eliminates your fears. Hot, gripping ecstasy ripples through your body. Your inner muscles clamp around her. Your anus clenches in sympathy. She laughs and teases the latter with a spit-lubed fingertip, swirling and rubbing at your ass. You cum again and again for her, your cries of pleasure only silenced, finally, by her hot, devouring kiss. It is as if she is sucking your energy from your lips. Each moment that passes you grow weaker. You finally throw your arms around her neck just to cling to her and not fall over.

  "Your tight little cunt is magnificent," she hisses against your parted lips. "Even my control will not hold out forever. My cum is churning."

  "Your cum?"

  "Of course," she whispers she laughs. "What would a cock be without seed?"

  "You cannot... you cannot cum inside me..."

  "Oh, I cannot?" She leans back, raising a purple eyebrow. "Don't you love me?"

  "Yes!" you cry, stricken by another orgasm. "Yes, Ashara! I love you!"

  "I know," she laughs.

  She leans into you, mashing her breasts against yours, and suddenly lifts you up the wall. Her huge cock flops from your slick channel and presses, with unnerving accuracy, against the hot pucker of your ass. Before you can even think to be afraid, she lowers you once more, skewering your tender ring on her enormous cock. It fills you. It stretches you open in agony. Yet, it does not break you, and as she resumes fucking you, the pleasure is different, but quick to return.

  "Are you ready, my sweet?"

  "Yes!" you cry, already feeling the tension of another orgasm approaching. "Yes! Cum inside my ass!"

  "Such words from such an innocent girl!" Ashara laughs mockingly. "I can see that you need it, my princess. Very well."

  The violence of Ashara's thrusts becomes almost intolerable. Your head bounces and your breasts slap up and down. You are dizzied, but maintain control thanks to the ground sensation of her huge cock stuffing your ass. You wail with orgasmic release as her cock throbs and begins to pour her hot cum deep into your bowels. There is so much of it, filling you completely. Distending your abdomen as she pumps you full of demonic seed.

  You meet her eyes. They seem to flash as she leans in and kisses you.

  Her lips are so hot, so hungry. Her tongue is a wet invitation to pleasure, dominating your mouth. She sucks with her lips, drawing you out of the vessel of your flesh and into the hot, dark, encompassing warmth of that sweet kiss. Her tongue is all over you, wrapping around you like a great serpent. It pulls you deeper. It separates you from the meaningless flesh.

  It is dark all around you. Warm and pleasurable.

  And you are falling.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter One - Parley

  You sit up and keep your hand away from your sword. You use your other arm to cover your breasts. The orc growls and grabs you and lifts you to your feet. His huge hand wraps around your throat, but he does not squeeze. The foul stench of sweat wafts off his body. His lip curls back and he bares his yellow tusks. The fen orcs had very small tusks. It lends this larger specimen an especially savage appearance.

  "Please, let's talk about this! Don't do anything rash!"

  "Talk?" The orc lifts you until your feet are off the ground.

  "P-please!" you gasp.

  His piggish nose twitches and his already beady eyes narrow beneath his furrowed brow.

  "Bah!" He drops you back to your feet. "Talk then, but be quick. The sight of your fat human teats has stirred my shank."

  "I can pay you to help me," you blurt. "My family is wealthy. We have gold and jewels. Weapons."

  "Your wealth is piss. Madreg not drop wealth down hole, he drop warm gutter for orc cum. Breeding bitches. That is what I promised and I wait a long time to have m
y human pussy."

  Your pulse quickens at the way the orc speaks about you. You actually gasp when he refers to you as his "human pussy" and not because you are afraid, but because Madreg's diabolical magic has inflamed your desire. You fight the urge. There must be something orcs want besides sex.

  "I'm looking for my sisters," you say. "Please. I have to find them."

  The orc's expression changes. It is hard to read his savage face, but his brow relaxes.

  "Your family in here?"

  "Yes," you say. "That's right. I have to save my sisters."

  The orc seems to consider what you are saying. He adjusts his belt and you can see the outline of his cock straining against his loincloth.

  "I wait too long for nothing. Show me your body."

  "What?"

  "Show me your body. Teats and your pink cunt. Show them to me and I think about letting you go."

  If he is going to try to rape you, he will do it whether or not you tease him with your naked body. This may be your one chance to get past him without a fight.

  You move your arm away from your breast, exposing the pert swell of your pale flesh and your cold-prickled pink nipples and areolas. Your hands move to your loincloth, you bite your lower lip as your fingers untie the simple wrap. The orc's fat tongue darts out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes are locked on the sight of your slowly working fingers.

  "Show me," he growls.

  You let the cloth slip from your fingers. It drops down your thighs and falls to the stones. You expose the gold-thatched mound of your quim to the orc.

  "Satisfied?" you ask, knowing he will not be.

  "You nice to look at," says the orc. "My shank ready to rut. You want find sisters? Done. First, I get pleasure."

  "Pleasure?"

  "On your knees, human. Put your mouth to use on cock. It is only offer I make."

  Heat spreads between your thighs at the thought of what the orc is demanding. No teasing. No playing games. If you want to get past this orc, he is demanding that you suck him.

  What do you do?

  Accept his offer

  Refuse his offer

  Special Encounter - Suck Yalak and Yank Olaf

  Pumping a hard cock in each hand is working up an appetite. You're drunkenly drooling for some fuckmeat in your mouth and a four-inch goblin sausage looks just the right size. Yalak's beady eyes go wide as you lean your tits against his leg and lower your face to his lap. You inhale the musky scent of Yalak's loins and begin to lick the slippery head of his cock.

  "Ohhhh, pretty Kirsten," cries Yalak, squirming beneath you as you wank him against your tongue. "Feel so good. Put mouth on shank, please!"

  "You want me to suck your cock?" you giggle. "My pleasure, big boy."

  You slurp wantonly as your lips close around his cock. Bobbing on Yalak's goblin goo-sprayer, you flick your gaze over to Olaf and see that he is watching with appropriate envy. You give his cock an extra squeeze as you continue to jerk his dripping dickmeat.

  Sucking Yalak and stroking Olaf has you worked into a frenzy of lust. You wish you had a third hand to frig your overheated slit. You rub against the bench and work your hips in frustration. Nothing to be done but slurp twice as hard and loud and wet on Yalak's swollen cock. The goblin squeals and grabs your head with both hands, fucking his cock between the soft oval of your lips.

  Olaf grunts and you feel warm liquid splashing onto your arm and all over your fingers. You milk his cock even though you can barely see it cumming with Yalak humping away at your face.

  "Mmmmmmmm," you moan around Yalak's cock and reach down to fondle his bollocks.

  That's all it takes to set him off. His cock twitches between your lips and salty-sweet goblin spunk floods your mouth. You suck around his thrust member and drain his load, allowing it to really fill your mouth before you gulp it down. The warm cock slime coats your throat.

  Yalak slumps back onto the bench, gasping for breath and whimpering softly with pleasure. You pop your lips free and clean him up with slow licks. Olaf, meanwhile, has gone soft in your cummy hand. You lift your fingers from his lap, watching his dripping spunk jiggle in strands from your fingertips. No choice but to lick your fingers clean. Olaf groans as you slurp away his thick spunk from your fingers.

  You climb onto the bench between them.

  "You're quite a woman, Kirsten," laughs Olaf and he passes you the bottle of brandy.

  You take a long pull of the powerful booze before handing it off to Yalak. You smile and look from the gnome to the goblin.

  "You boys ready for some more fun?"

  Olaf laughs sheepishly, but he surely sees the devil in your eyes and knows there is no stopping you.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter One - Magic

  As the brute advances on you, unfastening his belt, you quickly realize that you cannot hope to overpower him. Your mind sifts through the minor spells and cantrips you learned from the Spell Sage Oriodamus. Of all your sisters, you were the only one with the gift for magic, but even then you had only just begun to learn. You suddenly remember a spell Oriodamus taught you that he used to light candles in a bit of a parlor trick. Firelash, he called it.

  You mutter under your breath, a thin whip of flame extending from your fingertips and curling wildly across the air. It slashes across the orcs face, singing his skin and causing him to recoil. His eyes go wide with fear. He retreats from you, giving you room to stand.

  "Please, witch! No more!"

  You splay your fingers as if intending to cast the spell again. Truthfully, you can only cast a spell once in a day, but the orc does not know this. He cowers from your hand and covers his head with his hands.

  "The door!" you say. "What is beyond the door?"

  "Tunnel! It is dark! Take torch."

  You snatch a torch from a sconce on the wall and wave it at the orc. He rocks back again in obvious terror.

  "What dwells beyond the tunnel."

  "Never see it," protests the orc. "Other warrior curious. He said creepy thing. Not like me. Not like you. I don't want to know. Only want...mate."

  "You're not going to get a mate. Not from me, you green pig. How did you get here?"

  "Sorcerer brings us when our turn. This my turn. He take first born from mate. Let me keep other pups."

  So that's what Madreg is doing with his labyrinth. A sick breeding program. The best of his monsters and his finest prisoners. Princesses dropped down to mate with orcs and whatever else inhabits this nightmare.

  You approach the orc. He cowers and ducks his head. You smash him with the wooden handle of the torch, showering sparks and knocking the thickheaded brute unconscious.

  You unlatch the door and escape from the room.

  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.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter One - Wait

  You decide that charging at this orc would be a foolhardy plan. Instead, you will wait for the right opportunity. You rise slowly, trying to present yourself as nothing more than a victim, ripe for the taking.

  "My shank will put many pups in your hot, tight human gutter!"

  The orc roars and charges toward you. As he nears, his hands drop to his belt. He unbuckles it and pulls at the cords holding his fur lined loincloth up. It drops away and reveals his fat cock. As he looms over you, poised to have his fun, you quickly draw your sword. Before he can react with much more than a yowl of surprise, you have the blade at his throat.

  "Yield or die," you say.

  "What? Human, what you do?"

  "Yield, you beast, or I will slit you open like a hog."

  You nick his throat with the blade of your sword to be sure he understands.

  "Give up!" he bello
ws and raises his hands.

  You don't wait for him to plead for his life. You whip the blade away from his neck and crack him in the forehead with the pommel of your sword. The orc drops like a sack of stones, sprawling on the floor with a trickle of blood from his nose. The blow might have killed a human, but you have no doubt the hardheaded orc will be on his feet again soon enough.

  You search him. His boots are too large for your feet and his chain shirt is too heavy and rough to rest upon your breasts. He has no bread or even water. You lift a torch from one of the sconces on the wall and escape through the door the orc had been guarding.

  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.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Fifteen - Summon Ashara

  The succubus promised to protect you from any danger. You think facing off against four snarling werewolves qualifies. You unconsciously reach down and caress the throbbing pink pearl nestled in your navel.

  "Ashara, I need you."

  You wince from the flash of light and a loud crack. A lavender cloud of sweet-smelling smoke lingers in the air, slowly dissipating with the wind. Ashara steps from the smoke like she is shedding a cloak from the magnificence of her naked body.

  "Kirsten, my sweet, I did not expect to see you so soon." She looks past you at the werewolf on the roof. She turns and sees the other three snarling at you. "Oh, you've run into Kjall and his little pack of mongrels."

  "This one belongs to us!" growls one of the wolfmen.

  "Don't try your tricks on me, whore!" snarls the largest of the werewolves.