Mines of Sonhadra - Stage 04

"Can we go back to 'breeder'?" I mumbled.

He straightened with a grin, petting me before he left. "As you wish, BREEDER!"

I stared at the floor, until the door had shut.

"Long morning?" I heard Eyla ask quietly.

"You could say that."

"So...are we...sister-wives?" her voice was light.

"No," I replied without looking up. "I survived Draknut...but afterwards the Pit Boss took me to the bathing pools and..." I trailed off, embarrassed to admit what had happened. "...and let's just say I survived him too."

"Oh, I didn't realize there was another bonus round," she said, and for the first time I realized her voice sounded strained and tired. "Well, at least you're not pregnant...yet..."

"Yet..." I echoed finally turning towards her.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I realized there was another figure standing there. My eyes climbed from his black boots, up his long legs and past his gray tie and vest combo, to see a familiar sharp featured face, topped with unkempt brown hair.

"Crowther!" I snarled, recognizing him instantly. "You son-of-a-bitch!" In a flash of rage I tried to stand, but my manacles yanked me back on my padded ass!

"I know I owe you a huge apology!" he said quickly, holding out his hands in surrender. "I just didn't know what else to do!" I couldn't help but notice he wasn't talking in that bullshit accent now.

"Didn't know what else to do?" I seethed. "Other than leave me to be raped and captured, and imprisoned down here as a Zauknoid broodmare?? How about, oh I don't know, fucking anything else!?"

"I know, I know, but please understand, after Eyla was taken, even after I located the Devil's Mines," he explained quickly. "I couldn't figure out where the Breeding Pits were, there are miles of tunnel dug around here, I needed..."

"You just needed to fuck me over!"

"Lex, I know you're pissed," Eyla interjected. "And you have every right to be, but...this is the boyfriend I told you about and he's here to rescue us!"

I looked past Crowther to where she was laying against the wall, drenched in sweat. Her pretty face was clenched in pain and she was clutching her tummy.

"Eyla are you...?" I began.

"In labor?" she groaned. "Yes."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, and he," she nodded to Crowther. "Has to leave before the nursery ZAUKs come in to 'help' me," she went on. "So please, let him explain-quickly-so we can all get out of here...and then I promise I'll help you kick his ass for what he did!"

"And I'll deserve no less," Crowther said, squatting down across from me. "But I do have a plan here, not a great one maybe, but it's something."

I noticed his eyes drift down my chest, and remembered I was still completely naked. Amid a slight rush of embarrassment, I crossed my shackled arms trying to cover my breasts and shifted my hips to conceal my prim, little slit. When his eyes snapped back to my face, I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt remembering the times I had unashamedly ogled women back in the real world.

"Fine," I spat through grit teeth. "What's your plan?"

"After doin' some research I found out that there's a key that unlocks them collars," he pointed to the chain around my neck. "After, if, you win the third contest then the CHAMPION takes it out and sets you free, declaring you to be too hot of a piece of ass for breeding or some such."

"If I still have to win the final Stim Battle to get the key," I snapped. "What the hell do we need you for?"

Eyla groaned in pain, trying to stifle the noise.

"Well there in lay the problem," Crowther went on, his phony accent starting to return. "He doesn't give you the key, just sets you free, you don't even get your gear back till you leave the pits, so I dare presume you're in no position to fight him and take it...that, my dear, is where I come in!"

Chewing my bottom lip, I glanced at Eyla. Holding her stomach and grimacing in pain, more focused on silencing her groans. I assumed once the ZAUKs heard her, they'd come in to deliver the...baby? I still didn't know exactly what was growing inside her...

"So I still have to go win the third and final Stim Battle before you can rescue us?" I pointedly rolled my eyes as dramatically as possible.

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of sneaking into the arena," Crowther explained. "And then if you can get him to show you the key, I'll swoop in right there and take it off the big lug."

"Alright," I sighed. "That's the first sensible thing you've said!"

"It takes me a while, admittedly," he replied. "But I get there eventually."

"Don't try to be cute," I grumbled.

"Great! All on the same page now?" Eyla gasped, the urgency clear in her voice.

"Right, right," I said. "Alright, get the fuck out of here so she can give, erm...birth..." Just saying it twisted my stomach.

"Right!" Crowther said, rushing back to her side. "I promise I won't be far away!" He kissed her on the forehead, dashed to the door, peeked out cautiously, then disappeared into the darkness beyond.

I turned back to Eyla, concerned. "Shit, are you-" before I could finish she screamed! The sound bounced around the little stone chamber painfully. I would have plugged my ears but my hands were chained to the floor.

"Fuck!" she grunted. "It-it's fine...I'll be fine."

Another agonizing scream ripped through her lips. Seemingly before she had even finished, two ZAUKs scurried through the door.

"Oh deary me," one said. "She's about the pop!"

"Nice tits!" the other agreed.

I watched as they eased her onto the floor. Eyla laid back, breathing heavily and spread her legs. One of the ZAUKs, apparently programmed with some kind of midwife routine encouraged her to push. The other positioned between her legs, so I couldn't quite see what was happening. Eyla screamed and groaned, but it was all over fairly quickly.

"Don't look, Lex," I heard Eyla say, even as relief flushed through her voice. It was too late though, I couldn't look away.

The ZAUK between her legs straightened and turned towards me, cradling a squirmy larval Zauknoid, more like a tadpole than a baby. It had an oval head with big pink eyes, but the rest of it was a slimy, worm-like tail. My jaw and stomach dropped in unison. The midwife ZAUK hurried over, making cooing noises as she wrapped the larva in a white cloth.

"You should be very proud," the ZAUK said to Eyla. "He'll grow up to be an ALPHA for sure!"

Writhing on the floor, gasping for breath, Eyla couldn't begin to reply. With that the ZAUKs left and it was all over. She crawled over and curled up in a ball against the wall, still breathing heavy. I didn't know what to say for a long moment.

"You okay?" she asked after a while.

"Shit...are you?"

"The labor maxes my PAIN, so it drains my STAMINA," she explained. "I'll be fine in a little bit."

"I see," I was still a bit at a loss for words. "Wait, just your STAMINA?"

She shrugged and nodded. I vaguely remembered that Lex's character profile listed "pain threshold" as a weakness, that must be why my INTELLIGENCE was also affected.

"So, can I just say," I began pushing that thought for another time. "You seem pretty fucken cool about having just given birth to an alien worm?"

Eyla chuckled tiredly. "Don't know if 'cool' is the word, it did kinda freak me out the first time," she explained. "But actually, it does make things easier, not like it's a cute baby MOB or anything confusing...weird alien larva? Reminds you it's all just a game."

Just a game? I guess I understood a little better. Hell, her body was already back to sporting six-pack abs under a pair of perky boobs.

"Game or not," I said. "Think I'll try to avoid the experience."

"I mean..." Eyla smiled. "By no means was that intended as a recommendation!"

After a bout of relieved laughter, we both seemed content to sit in silence for a while. My mind drifted back to contemplations of what effect this game was having on me.

Being in the body of a woman, if I was exploring my feminine side or learning a few new things about myself, that was one thing. Making me into a submissive sextoy by incepting irresistible compliance and overwhelming desires, was entirely different. How could I possibly know the difference?

Once Eyla felt more recovered she apologized again for what Crowther had done to me. Assuring me it was out of character for him and, echoing some of my personal concerns, that she thought the game might be influencing him to act more like his avatar: the "treacherous assassin."

Is that what was happening to me? Was the game pushing my mind closer and closer to the mindset of the seductive, femme fatal that Lex was meant to be?

Even after our conversation had petered out, I didn't sleep that night. Not that I was able to settle on any answers by the time the Pit Boss returned in the morning.

"I hear congratulations are in order," he said to Eyla, throwing the door open. "Three strong ZAUKs, two of them ALPHAs, you are indeed a proud mother of the Zauknoids!"

"What's this?" Eyla asked, pushing herself up off the floor. "You've never congratulated me before..."

"No? I-I should have," he replied, his face was twitching again. "Regardless, did you rest well? Draknut is eager to breed you again!"

"Yeah, I'll bet," she said. "What's going on here? What's wrong with your face?"

"He was doing that yesterday after I beat Draknut," I said.

"My face?" he questioned, reaching up to touch the wrong side. "Fe-feels fine...fine..."

"Really?" Eyla glanced from him to me. "That's odd, I've never noticed it before."

"I'm taking this BREEDER to the arena now," he said, kneeling and beginning to unlatch my manacles. "We'll return for you afterwards."

Eyla and I exchanged nervous glances as the Pit Boss hauled me to my feet. Despite all her "just a game" optimism, I could clearly see her fear and disgust at the idea of another Zauknoid pregnancy. I still didn't trust Crowther, nor the reliability of his information and subsequent plan.

"Don't be long," she said, forcing a smile through her trepidation.

"Yeah," I replied as I was dragged from the chamber. "Be right back."

After a night mulling over the effects this game was having on my mentality, I felt particularly cowed and helpless as the leash flooded my mind with compliance. Not that I had any choice but to follow obediently, despite the icy pit forming in my stomach. What little confidence I had seemed to drain away as we reached the arena. The cheering, raucous crowd of ZAUKs seemed to have grown, filling the stands from wall to wall.

"Guess they really come out to see the CHAMPION," I said meekly as I was led to the center of the pit.

"Yes, indeed," the Pit Boss replied. "Especially for such a special event!"

"Special? What do you mean special?"

The Pit Boss replied with a sharp toothed smile, sweeping his spindly arm in and overly dramatic gesture. I followed his pointing finger to the X-rack and realized someone was chained to it. Dressed in black and gray, with messy brown hair, it was Crowther. He looked up at me, the apology clear in his eyes, since he couldn't speak having been gagged as well.

"Shit!" I gasped. "Oh you idiot!"

"I caught this impotent squib skulking the tunnels last night!" the Pit Boss howled to the audience, inciting a round of scathing boos. "You know him, BREEDER?" Before I could say anything, a yank on my leash brought me to my knees. "Do not deny it!" As the crowd cheered and jeered, the Pit Boss leaned down and pulled a gleaming, golden key from the pocket of his coveralls. "I suppose you thought he could help you retrieve this?"

"If that's the key to our collars," I replied, figuring there was no sense in lying. "Then yes."

"She admits it!" he shouted to the boos of the crowd.

"I thought the CHAMPION held that?"

"I hold it now!" The key was hung on a thin leather necklace, which he slipped over his big oval head. "But I will give you the chance to win it!"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What chance?"

His face began to twitch again. "I told you, you are special," he began. "And special BREEDERs require special breeding..."

The Pit Boss took a step back, displaying those pointed teeth in a malicious grin. The crowd's cheers became nearly deafening. I turned to see a figure lumbering into the pit with us. It had the head of a Zauknoid, ovular with big almond shaped eyes, but its skin was golden. This creature was about the same height as Draknut had been, only it had four arms ending in the oversized hands of a ZAUK. As it sauntered towards us, my eyes dropped to his crotch, where he had two huge cocks!

"Allow me to introduce the CHAMPION!" the Pit Boss gloated. "The most virile and fertile among us!"

Unable to speak past the lump in my throat, I looked from the CHAMPION to the Pit Boss, my mouth hanging open in shock.

"You'll have to open a bit wider than that I'm afraid," he said mockingly.

"If I beat him," I struggled to regain my composure. "You'll give me the key and let the man go?"

"Special breeding," the Pit Boss reiterated. "You're very special remember?" His facial twitching grew more severe than it had been before. "If you can resist The CHAMPION and myself...yes, I will give you the key to set both of your friends free, you do wish to take the other BREEDER with you as well, do you not?"

"I do," my shoulders slumped. "And if I can't 'resist' you both?"

"What else?" A broad smile split the gray bristles of his goatee. "You'll be claimed as The CHAPMION's prized broodmare and have the honor of mothering an army of ZAUKs!" Without waiting for my reply, he reached up and unfastened my leash.

"Are those my only options?" I asked, getting tentatively to my feet.

"Well," the Pit Boss began, stripping off his coveralls. "You could always submit to us willingly and take your place as top broodmare with some pride?"

"Yeah, right."

BREEDER STIM BATTLE! Appeared in the air between us in big red letters that flashed as if they were glitching. ROUND THREE!!

Staring at the two naked aliens and the three cocks in front of me, the ice in my stomach crept up my spine. Like most guys, I'd always fantasized about having a ménage a trois, preferably with two lovely ladies. I never even considered the possibility that not only would there be two guys in my first three way, but that I'd be the girl!

I continued to back away as they advanced, trying desperately to formulate some kind of plan. I started to circle towards the Pit Boss. I'd already beaten him in the bonus round, so maybe if I could keep him between me and the champ, I'd stand half a chance. He took the bait as I let him close in on me, moving into position between me and his two-dicked partner.

Suddenly my back hit the wall and panic shot through me! I hadn't been baiting him in, he'd been backing me up. The Pit Boss was on me in an instant, seizing my wrists and pinning them to the wall.

"Got you!" he hissed, leaning in.

I tried pushing away but he easily held me in place. He extended his tongue slowly, no doubt enjoying the revulsion that played across my face. I squirmed helplessly as it slithered over my lips and forced itself between them again. I whined in disgust, feeling the slimy tentacle writhe against my soft tongue, then slide deeper to tickle the back of my throat.

Pushing down my revulsion, I began sucking his tongue. Reaching out with one leg I stroked the side of his hip, trying to draw him a little closer. He drifted in, continuing to wiggle his tongue in my mouth as I sucked on it. His warm package pressed against my mound, but he wasn't hard yet. Hooking my leg around his thigh, I pulled him closer and rolled my hips against his pelvis. My sensitive pussy couldn't help but absorb the heat rushing through his package as I ground against him (SP:1).

On the other side, I noticed the CHAMPION watching us intently, one hand on each cock, and a hand for each set of balls.

The Pit Boss leaned into me, pressing against the fullness of my plump breasts. His tongue thrust more eagerly into my mouth like an excitable lover. I sucked a little harder, feeling his cock stiffen between my legs. As it extended along my seam, I rubbed back and forth feeling my soft pussy lips clinging around the growing shaft, sending subtle tingles crawling through me (SP:2). Grinding my hips and thrusting my tits against his chest, I even manufactured a soft whimper, continuing to suck his slimy tongue.

My efforts were rewarded as he let out a begrudging moan and his shoulders slumped, loosening the grip trapping my wrists. I writhed against him with my entire body and TEASE flashed in my periphery. I spit out his tongue, finally able to pull my arms free and flung them around his neck. The Pit Boss melted into my embrace, and I immediately nuzzled in to start kissing and licking his neck.

I glanced up right as the CHAPMION was grabbing my wrists. "Think I better get some of that!"

He pried my arms loose, trying to pull me away. I quickly wrapped both legs around the Pit Boss, holding on for dear life! PB grabbed my ass, his big hands squeezing as he turned me away from the wall. Before I knew what was happening, I was sandwiched between them, with the champ already holding my arms. The Pit Boss grinned as I tried futilely to get free. His grip tightened on my round little booty, letting me know it was my mistake that put me in this position.

The CHAMPION's extra hands slid along my curvy sides, firmly cupping my breasts (SP: 3). Maintaining his grip on my lower body, the Pit Boss leaned down slathering my nipples with his slimy tongue, even as the champ began to knead my supple tits (SP: 6-9-12)! Heat rushed through my chest making me gasp, and I realized what kind of trouble I'd be in if they continued to double team me!

Squirming, yet completely unable to get free, a moan slipped past my lips as my nipples stood up into little pink top hats (SP: 15). Right away, PB nipped one of my rosy buds with his sharp teeth making me yelp in surprise and pain (PN: 2, SP: 16). He moved to the other, teasing, letting me feel the pointed tips graze the defenseless nub before biting down (PN: 4, SP: 17).

I squealed in agony and kicked reflexively! He stumbled back, caught off guard, and as I fell one arm slipped free from the CHAMPION's grasp. Immediately I scrambled up on my knees and grabbed both his cocks, one in each hand! Still not quite sure what I was going to do, I began pumping and licking at their bulbous heads, each in turn.

"There's a good BREEDER," he groaned, reaching down with all four hands; caressing my shoulders, playing in my hair, and tickling the back of my neck (SP: 18).

I could feel both cocks swelling in my hands, the heat of them seeped up my arms, stirring an eagerness in my chest (SP: 19). I wasn't quite ready as one of the four hands pushed on the back of my head, guiding me towards one of his cocks. As the shapely head parted my lips, and the veiny shaft slid over my tongue, a rush of excitement tumbled down my torso to slick my little pussy (SP:20).

As I began to suck and bob, one of his hands guided my pace while another coiled into my hair, and the others continued to stroke my neck and shoulders (SP: 21-22). Even as I closed my plump lips around his shaft, the CHAMPION bucked his hips forcing his cock deep into my mouth (SP: 23). His four handed grip tightened, taking full control as his cock began to thrust too hard and fast for me to manage.

BLOWJOB BLOCKED BY FACEFUCK flashed in my periphery! Shit, I hated learning this stuff on the fly! What did facefuck mean?!

He showed me.

All I could do was whimper helplessly, as the CHAMPION's rock-hard member pumped in and out of my hot little mouth (SP: 24-25-26)! Try as I might to suck or lick, his stiff, warm rod plunged heedlessly down my throat (SP: 27). I couldn't even resist as he pulled out to begin alternating cocks (SP: 28-29). I tried to keep up, slobbering embarrassingly as I gagged on each of his dicks. Finally, I had no choice but to give in, letting my jaw go slack as he fucked my face (SP: 30)!