The Dungeon Lord Ch. 03

As Vivian had told me, there was a special room for uninvited guests, which was located not far from the throne room. After defeating the intruders, I headed to the throne room, contemplating which skill to choose. Although green flames from torches were rare, I was not bothered by their absence as I could see clearly in the dark passages. For some people, there's darkness, but for some overlords, it's just twilight.

I liked how the hypnosis skill worked, but I needed something else. What if I hadn't been able to catch that warrior's eye? What if she hadn't heard me? I'd have to fight in that world, which meant I couldn't rely on hypnosis alone. I liked illusion magic, but it was more suited to infiltration than direct combat.

The throne room welcomed me with its formidable view. The breeze touched me, blowing fresh air around me. Green gleams were playing on the walls of the cavern, and only the anthracite-black throne rose in the distance. I was glad that it was my throne in my dungeon.

"Vivian!" I yelled.

"Yes, Master." She showed up in an emerald silent flash to my left.

"We won, but I think you already know that," I said. "Where is the room where I can taste the fruits of my victory?"

"Follow me, Master." She turned to me with her gorgeous, carved-alabaster ass.

Vivian waved her hand, and part of the rock moved away to the left of the throne. The hole was spacious enough for both of us. The floor was unnaturally flat, and the dull sound of our footsteps reverberated off the walls.

"How did you do that?"

"A little magic, Master," she replied. "You will gradually get used to your Dungeon, and be able to do the same. You will even be able to teleport a little later."

"Wow! Teleport! When can I do that, Vivian?"

"A little later. From time to time, you receive additional skills that help you. By the way, one of the skills you have right now is the ability to build traps. These traps can vary in complexity and impact, so it's worth experimenting with them to see what works best for you.

"Tell me more about it, servant." I managed to say it much easier than last time - and, yes, I had started to like addressing the girl that way.

"As you wish, Master. The simplest trap you can create is a pit trap. Walking adventurers could fall into it when they enter our dungeons. Magic dildos could be used in the next trap called the fallo trap. Those who fall into it could be impaled with free holes on dildos."

"Oooh...does that hurt?"

"No more painful than hard sex. In practice, adventurers are usually impaled with their pretty mouths, but priestesses are sometimes impaled on other holes, as they usually do not wear protective pants."

"Are there more difficult traps, Vivian?"

Her ass slowly swayed in front of my eyes, forcing my black fire to flare up inside.

"Undoubtedly, Master - like a wobbly floor trap. The adventurers walk on the floor and then begin to fall through until only their heads remain outside."

"What happens with their bodies?"

"You can use the bodies of the prisoners you captured as you please since there is an empty room below the floor. Additionally, if you are interested, I could inform you about other traps."

"Understood, servant. How much longer do we have to go?"

"We're already there, Master."

I got a view of a rather spacious room the size of a basketball court, which was filled with various devices and scary things. Two diagonal crosses were attached to the far wall, and the healer whose mouth I'd already taken was chained to one of them. The black wood they were made of was gleaming from the green torches close by. Whips hung on the right wall -- everything from a long whip, like those used to drive cattle in Texas, to a small whip the size of an elbow to extract moaning sounds by delicate spanking on privates in the bedroom. Some of them ended with metal tips. Hooks and rings were symmetrically driven into the ceiling. The points of the hooks gleamed ominously in the light of the magical torches. In the center of the room were a collection of stocks. In two of them were held the warrior women my goblin servants and I had captured.

The black fire inside me was burning confidently. Although I had finished in the mouth of that cute healer recently, my penis was ready again, and I wanted to punish the bitches that had invaded my dungeon.

While I was impressed by all the room had to offer, my gaze was fixed on the naked figures of the girls in the stocks. The flame of lust inside of me began to grow. Looking at their naked asses, I wanted to plunge my fingers into their defenseless flesh to feel their tenderness and warmth. I wanted to spank those hemispheres, making them tremble and shake. I wanted to see the red prints of my palms on those juicy bottoms!

As I got closer, I noticed that the red-haired girl - the one I'd tricked into believing that her sword was on fire - was fidgeting in the stocks. She was forced to stand in an awkward position, leaning forward, her hands and head in the stockade with her legs chained to the floor.

"Hi, Isadora," I said derisively as I approached her head.

"You're a traitor! What else can you expect from a man, though?" She spat out the words as if shaking her red head, even though she couldn't.

"I'm not a traitor. I'm the Dungeon Lord. However, I didn't come here to talk to you, but to use your mouth in a different way..."

She was going to utter a smart-ass remark, but I shut her down with a resounding smack to the face. It was a momentary expression of my authority, but it served to put her in her place and remind her who was in charge. Her cheek tingled with pain, but also with a strange sense of excitement, as if the violence had awakened something primal within her.

Slap!

The angry look of green eyes from below gave me pleasure. At that moment she was mine, and I could have her any way I wanted.

"Master, would you like to use this gag?" Vivian showed me a strange ring with paws in all directions, like a predatory spider.

"Yeah, put these bitches in their new jewelry," I said as I unbuttoned my jeans.

In less than two minutes, both girls -- and three doggy slaves I'd captured as well -- could only mumble and drip saliva on the floor.

I strode towards Isadora with a primal hunger for her body that I could barely contain. Without wasting a moment, I grabbed her by the hair and thrust my throbbing manhood into her mouth, through the ring of the gag. The instant I penetrated her, her throat convulsed around my shaft and she gagged violently.

It was clear that Isadora was an inexperienced cocksucker, but I was determined to teach her a lesson. With a sadistic desire to dominate, I pushed my throbbing member even deeper into her soft, slippery throat, relishing the power I held over her.

Tears streamed down her face as her nose was pressed against my crotch; she was obviously struggling for air. I reveled in the sound of her desperate gasps and moans, savoring the control I had over her vulnerable body.

I continued to thrust myself deeper and deeper into her mouth, forcing her to take me all the way to the back of her throat, denying her the oxygen she so desperately needed. As time passed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her cheeks turned red from the lack of air.

Finally, I withdrew my throbbing cock from her throat, leaving a slimy trail of saliva from my member to her lips. As I pulled out, the contents of her stomach mixed with her saliva, spilling out of her mouth in a disgusting mess.

I watched with a mixture of disgust and arousal as she continued to vomit uncontrollably, her lunch spilling out of her mouth and splattering against the ground. The sight of her, helpless and vulnerable in the stocks, only fueled my desire to dominate her further.

"Don't you dare, slut!" I yelled, my anger and frustration growing with each passing moment. But she couldn't hear me. She was lost in her own misery and unable to stop the wave of nausea that was overtaking her.

Despite the revulsion I felt, I couldn't resist the urge to take advantage of her weakened state. With a wicked grin, I decided to use another hole of that slut positioning myself behind her and preparing to penetrate her from behind.

My cock was hard and throbbing, ready to pierce anything in its path. I couldn't wait to feel her tight, round ass wrapped around my manhood, her intestines pushing against my length as I plunged deep inside her.

The head of my dick touched her small, pink anus, and I started to shove my dick in there. I could hear her utter inarticulate sounds. The ring of her anus expanded and gradually let my cock go in. She was trying to break free, twisting her ass, but it only helped me to impale her deeper. The walls of her ass wrapped around my dick, and I began to move slowly, increasing speed with each thrust.

Isadora kept uttering inarticulate sounds, but I didn't care. I grabbed her by the hair, wrapping it around my arm and pulling on her head. The pads fixed her head in one position while I was pistoning her ass.

Slap, slap, slap!

The sounds of slapping from violent sex resounded throughout the cave. With a quick glance, I spotted Vivian, who had sunk her hand into her wet snatch.

"I'll talk to her about it later," I thought. "What a lustful Dungeon Soul..."

I wanted to make it even tougher on the warrior.I hit her on her right buttock.

Smack!

Isadora released a trapped-animal-like scream: "Mmmmmmmm!"

Next, I hit the left side of her ass.

Smack!

"Mmmmmmmm!" She was shuddering so funnily under me while I was spiking her on my dick.

I decided that I'd fuck her so hard that she couldn't be able to walk, even if she somehow got free!

My dick, was like a jackhammer in her soft insides. Much to my surprise, she stopped resisting. Not only that, but she started to gyrate her hips, allowing me to go even deeper.

"It's so fucking awesome to fuck her ass while pulling her hair up and hearing her growl of pleasure!" I thought.

I started to beat her ass, having let go of her hair.

Smack-smack!

Smack-smack!

Smack-smack!

I felt a rush of pleasure as Isadora's ass gripped my dick tightly. Her sweet and soft walls were like a vice around me, sending shivers of ecstasy throughout my body. I couldn't help but groan as I felt the pressure building up inside me.

Isadora began to shudder with pleasure, her body responding to my touch. I wasn't going to be careful, as I didn't give a fuck if I hurt her or pushed her beyond her limits. Her grip was so tight that I couldn't free my cock.

As a few seconds passed, her pinkish ass softened, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath. The heat was rising from below, and I knew I was on the brink of orgasm. I had to make a decision quickly.

At the last moment, I pulled my dick out of her ass, and, without a moment's hesitation, I plunged into her waiting cunt. The sensation was incredible, and I let out a low moan as I felt her wetness envelop me.

Streams of semen erupted from my dick, sending millions of my spermatozoids into her womb. Even if she didn't want to get pregnant, it was no longer her choice.. The thought of her carrying my child made me even more aroused.

I knew I could fuck her many more times until she got knocked up, and the thought of it was tantalizing.

Vivian had just fallen to her knees, and trickles of liquid were escaping from her sloppy snatch. I never thought that I would be able to see the Dungeon Soul squirt.

"Clean up, servant," I told her as I pulled the dick out of the cunt. "I'll be waiting for you in the throne room."

***

I was sitting on the throne again and pondering where to place my points. Fucking the redheaded slut had given me another skill point. I decided to choose "Invisible Hand," although I hesitated for a while, as I was thinking about "Phantom Grasp" as well. Using that, I would be able to trip enemies with it or get my mother stuck in the washing machine.

In the end, I chose "Invisible Hand," because I saw in it a greater potential that could be realized both in combat and in life. How many accidentally unfastened bras would be waiting for me in my house? I could only hope that Vivian had told the truth and that my power could work outside the Dungeon or in another world.

I decided to keep one more point for later.

A naked Vivian came into the throne hall. Her large breasts swayed as she approached the throne.

"Do you need to masturbate again, servant?" I asked mockingly.

"Excuse me, Master, for allowing myself to act like this, but I couldn't help myself when I was observing you. No, I don't need to masturbate when I'm in this state, however...it's pleasant for me."

"I don't mind," I said lazily. "You can masturbate whenever you want... if you're a good girl."

"Certainly, Master," she bowed her head. "Thank you, Master."

"Okay, now let's talk about my return. What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything. If you're ready, then close your eyes, and I'll help you get home."

I nodded and closed my eyes. Nothing happened.

"Vivian..." I started angrily, and opened my eyes.

I was sitting on my bed in my room. I closed my mouth and swallowed. I was at home again.

"Maybe I imagined all of that?" A fleeting thought occurred to me. "No, it couldn't be so, because I'm sitting on my bed, but there's no trace of pain from the beating Quincy's given me recently."

It was time to have fun.

***

I looked at my step-sister, Ivy, who was lounging on the couch next to me. The white T-shirt with the stupid pinky crown covered her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra because she wanted to make me confused. That's what I thought, anyway.

"Hey, Ivy, you wanna play a game?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

"What game, pervert?"

"It's called 'Funny Things'," I said and caught her eye. "I give you commands, and you have to do them."

I focused my power and tried to influence her mind.

Ivy hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

"Alright, let's do it."

I could feel that she'd succumbed to my power.

"Okay," I said trying to contain my excitement, "the first command is that...I want you to crawl on the ground and meow like a cat."

"What? No way, Kevin. That's ridiculous." Ivy looked at me incredulously.

"Come on, Ivy, it's just a game. Plus, it's funny. Trust me." I chuckled and added a little bit more power to my gaze.

She rolled her eyes but got off the couch and lowered herself to the ground, getting into a crawling position.

"Meow," she said half-heartedly.

I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt. Then I caught her eyes and said, "No, Ivy, I want you to really commit to it. Like, get into character or something." I added more power to make her obedient.

Ivy sighed but closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, she had a look of intense focus.

Then, she started to crawl around the living room, meowing and purring as if she were a real cat. I couldn't help but be impressed by my hypnotic powers. It had worked!

Ivy seemed to be enjoying herself, despite her initial reluctance. It was like she was completely lost in a trance, not caring about anything else except following my commands. "Maybe, I revealed her inner kitten?" I thought.

"Can you get me some milk, Ivy?"

She meekly nodded, and she crawled for milk, seductively swaying her hips.

I loved that view of her wiggling ass. I hoped my power would make her so pliable that I could tear apart her shorts and fuck her brains out.

A few minutes later she returned with a cup of milk in her hands.

"What, do you want some milk?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"You. Want. Milk," I pronounced loudly and clearly. "Drink milk off the floor like a good kitty."

Her eyes glazed over again, and then she said, "Meow."

Getting down on all fours, she put the cup of milk on the floor, and, arching her back, she began to sip milk like a real pussycat.

A smirk played on my lips. My nasty sister, who'd harassed and taunted me, was obediently drinking milk from the floor because I'd told her to.

I thought she needed help, so I nudged the cup with my toe.

The cup immediately tipped over.

"Drink, pussycat!" I exclaimed.

Purring like a cat, she began to lick the milk from the floor.

As I watched her, Ivy was using her tongue to lap up the spilled milk on the floor, emitting a soft purring sound similar to that of a cat. She was doing an excellent job pretending to be a cat, but I wanted to push her a bit further. I had an idea in mind -- something that would really get her into character.

"Very good," I complimented her, "but let's try something a little more challenging. I want you to climb up onto the couch and curl up in my lap as a cat would."

Ivy hesitated for a moment, but then she climbed up onto the couch and positioned herself in my lap. She curled up into a small ball, her head resting on my chest as she continued to purr softly.

She had firm, perky medium tits with hard nipples, and I took the opportunity to lightly feel them up. I did it covertly, as though it were an accident, because I wasn't completely confident in my spell.

As it turned out, she didn't seem to be worried.

Then my little friend woke up.

I stroked her hair gently, feeling a strange thrill of excitement coursing through my body. It was so wrong, what we were doing, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I loved it. Ivy was so beautiful -- so hot -- and I couldn't resist the urge to play with her. I came up with another game very quickly.

"Hey, Ivy, want to play another game?" I asked, catching her eyes again.

"Sure, what game?"

"How about this? I'll hold out my hand like this," I said, holding my hand out in front of me, "and you have to eat something from it without using your hands."

"What do you mean? Like, with my mouth?" Ivy looked at me skeptically.

"Yeah, exactly! It'll be fun, I promise." I nodded, grinning. "You must be good with your mouth, my little sister."

I wanted to say, "My little whore," but that time hadn't come yet.

Ivy looked unsure for a moment, but then she shrugged and got down on all fours in front of me. "Okay, let's do it."

I held out my hand, and Ivy leaned forward, taking a small bite of a cracker I had placed there. She chewed slowly, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You're not going to make this too hard, are you?" she asked playfully.

"No, I promise. I'll only give you things that are easy to eat." I shook my head, laughing and taking some grapes instead of the cracker.

I held out the grape, and Ivy leaned forward to take a bite. But as she did, I suddenly moved my hand away, causing her to fall forward onto the carpet.

"Hey, what was that for?" Ivy looked up at me, surprised. She was still on the carpet. She was on her elbows and knees, staying in the excellent position to be fucked like an animal. I felt my little friend become harder. I grinned down at her, feeling a rush of excitement.

"Just having a little fun," I said, holding out my hand again. I put some power to my gaze.

Ivy hesitated for a moment, looking a little unsure. But then she leaned forward again, taking another bite from my hand.

As the game continued, I began to notice that Ivy was getting more and more into it. She was moving more quickly, her movements becoming more animalistic. I couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the whole thing. Ivy looked so sexy on all fours, her body moving with a primal grace that was hard to resist.

Then I held out a piece of cheese, and Ivy leaned forward to take a bite. But as she did, I suddenly pulled my hand away, causing her to fall forward onto my lap.

"Hey, what was that for?" Ivy looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise.