I was sitting on the jet-black throne and felt quite comfortable. The green light filled the room, making everything a bit otherworldly and sinister. Despite being under the ground, the air was fresh and crisp.
Having mulled the options over, I decided to inquire about some nuances.
"So Vivian," I said, frowning in contemplation, "I must choose one ability from the list you have presented to me, but I am unsure of which one would be the most useful."
Vivian was standing meekly in front of me, crossing her arms behind her back. Her high, plump tits were thrust out as she nodded understandingly.
"Each ability has its own strengths and weaknesses, Master. It is a difficult choice to make."
"I can see I have one ability point," I said. "How often will I get these points? And for what?"
"It depends on how often you engage in battles," Vivian explained. "More ability points could be obtained for non-consensual sex after defeating enemies. Thus, it is better not to be overpowered, Master."
"I see," I said, stroking my chin. "And how are points allocated if I fight with my...servants? By the way, do I have any creatures loyal to me?"
"Sure, Master," Vivian said. "It's important to note, however, that there are only a few goblins who still obey you. As far as the points' allocation, most of the experience is given to the owner of the combatants; hence you are the one who will gain the best part."
I couldn't stop staring at her big melons while she was speaking.
"Interesting," I said, raising my eyebrows in curiosity. "Are there any levels?"
"Only levels of abilities, Master," Vivian said, her voluptuous body shimmering in the green light. "You may defeat enemies and gain some experience to improve your abilities, and with new abilities defeat enemies again..."
"What about the dungeon system? How does it work?" I asked.
"You possess an internal feeling of a cave system that is at your disposal, Master," Vivian replied. "You may construct traps if you own enough energy for that. At first the rival's sexually taken energy is counted, afterward how much energy is produced by your slaves. Every captive will produce some emotional energy that can be utilized to make traps or alter cave system conditions."
"So...it's better to have more... slaves, right? Can I get them on the ground?"
"Certainly, Master," Vivian said. "This is one of the reasons why the dungeons are invaded from time to time."
"What about other dungeons?" I asked. "Can you tell me more about them?"
"Certainly, Master. There have been other dungeons who were ruled by Dungeon Lords or Masters. Each Lord calls himself whatever he wishes. Sometimes Dungeon Lords have assisted each other and joined forces, and sometimes they have fought for power and clout. Some Dungeon Lords dwelt underground where they pulled strings; some Dungeon Lords resided in ivory towers where they ruled all of their subjects' lives with codes of laws and armies of enforcers. However, there are few Dungeon Lords left alive on our continent."
"What happened to them?"
"Women," Vivian said sadly. "They destroyed them."
"Could you be more specific?"
"Women living above consider all men nothing more than cattle to breed or to fight under their leadership; hence they consider all Dungeon Lords their natural enemies. Once queendoms joined hands and slew the majority of those Dungeon Lords who ruled above ground. Women wield power up there now."
"Can these women find me?" I asked. I wasn't scared, but...yes, I was scared.
"The previous Dungeon Lord has been defeated recently," Vivian replied. "There is still time. However, I recommend you spend it wisely."
"I see. Thank you for your explanation, Vivian. I need to think a bit longer before choosing the ability."
Vivian silently bowed down.
I sat back on my throne, as black as the soul of a slavemaker, deep in thought. After much consideration, I made my decision.
"I have decided, Vivian. I choose the ability of hypnosis. It seems like it would be the most versatile and useful power in a variety of situations."
Vivian nodded, a sly smile on her face.
"A wise choice, Master. Hypnosis can be a very powerful tool in the right hands..."
I mentally chose "Hypnosis" and confirmed my choice. The world immediately changed.
A new piece of knowledge was inserted into my mind. I gripped the arms of the throne as hard as I could, trying to keep the dancing green world in front of me. It was like the last time I visited a roller coaster. But after a while, the emerald-green lights stopped spinning and circling. I felt something change within me.
"Master, I am sorry to bother you at the moment, but there is an enemy unit not far from here." Vivian's voice sounded distant as if it were coming from miles upon miles away.
I rubbed my eyes.
"What enemies?!" I exclaimed.
"I will explain everything, Master," Vivian said. "Could you follow me? Some creatures that could come in handy are nearby."
***
Having listened to Vivian, I grasped the complexity of the situation, and I came up with a plan.
I was in a quite dark tunnel with my new ten servants - with goblins.
"Alright, listen up, goblins," I commanded as I gathered my ten new servants around me. "We've got a fight on our hands, and I've got a plan to win it."
I looked at each of the goblins. Their grey-green faces were eager and ready for action.
"Our opponents are two women knights," I continued. "There are also three dog-like men in spandex suits - the 'Spandex Squad'. Last but not least, there's a female priest. We're going to have to use all of our wits and skills to defeat them."
The goblins nodded in agreement, eager to do whatever it took to win the fight. The embittered lustful eyes of goblins were glittering in the dark of the tunnel.
"Here's what we're going to do," I said, a smirk on my lips. "I'm going to pretend to have escaped your grasp and beg for help from the priest. Once I have her under my hypnotic trance, I'll make her believe I'm a captive and need her help. She'll lead the charge, and the rest of our opponents will follow precisely to your prepared ambush."
The goblins cackled with glee, loving the idea of a sneak attack.
"But you can't let your guard down," I warned them. "The fight will still be hard, but we'll emerge victorious and fuck their brains out!"
***
I knelt at the crossroads of the dungeon, and I was watching the female priest, who was leading the group of knights and their canine companions. I saw a petite figure of the blond woman clad in a golden robe with two toned women in leather armour who were jet black-haired and redheaded warriors with men in spandex suits on their fours. Those three ripped figures clad in head-to-toe spandex were treading on their hands and knees. Their gait was like the shuffle of a bear.
The priest was the first to notice me, kneeling and panting, and she immediately raised her staff, ready for battle.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the dark, damp dungeon.
"Please, help me, Mistress!" I cried out. "I've managed to escape the goblins, but they're right behind me!"
The priest rushed over to me, concern etched on her face. "What happened?"
That was the moment I had been waiting for. I made eye contact with the priest. I focused my energy. She tried to resist, but my powers were too strong. Her eyes glazed over as she fell under my spell.
"You must help me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I am a goblin's victim."
She tamely nodded.
"They're over there," I said, pointing to where the goblins were waiting in ambush. "I don't know how many there are."
"Isadora, Mariah, take your doggies and check this passage," she said in a lovely young voice. An emotionless voice.
"Aye, aye, Mother Melinda," the warriors answered, unsheathing strange-looking metal rods. They were about as thick as a man's thumb.
Both women with their "pets" in spandex went in said direction.
Two goblins pretended to escape and fled as fast as they could on their short legs.
"Get them!" the women shouted.
The Spandex Squad sprang into action, each of them baring their altered teeth as they rushed to pursue their two targets.
As the young priestess focused her attention on me, the women were caught off guard as my other eight goblins emerged from the shadows, brandishing their weapons. I watched them try to defend themselves.
The goblins were small, but they were fierce and cunning fighters. They circled the women, jabbing at them with their crude weapons and snarling with malice and lust. The women fought back with all their might, striking out with their metal bars and shields and trying to stay on the defensive.
The goblins were quick and nimble, and they attacked with a frenzy of blows that the women had difficulty blocking. The women were determined, however, and they stood their ground and fought back.
The brunette parried the goblin's blows and counter-attacked with swift, bone-breaking strikes. The redhead used her shield to push back a group of goblins while the other used her iron bar to dispatch a particularly aggressive goblin.
I saw them begin to feel the strain of fighting so many foes. One of them took a glancing blow to the shoulder while the other narrowly avoided a goblin's spear thrust. They knew they had to end the battle quickly before they became overwhelmed.
But my plan was not done yet.
"Melinda," I whispered.
She turned to me with a blank face.
"Melinda, goblins are victims too," I said. "Help them!" I tried to focus all the energy that I possessed. At once, I felt tired.
The miniature priestess, with a faraway look in her eyes, lifted her hands up. The nearest goblin hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether to take her help or not, but then the healer began to chant, her voice rising in a hypnotic melody.
The goblin, injured in the fight, stumbled towards the priest, drawn in by the soothing sound of her voice. As the priest touched the goblin, her hands began to glow with an otherworldly light, and the goblin's wounds began to close.
It was clear that the tide of battle was going to turn.
The women fought side by side, covering each other's backs as they moved around the battlefield. They were determined to protect each other and defeat the goblins, no matter the cost.
They were able to hold their own, their swords biting deep into goblin flesh. And yet, while they were fighting, Melinda continued to work her strange magic, healing the goblins even as they battled against her allies. The women knights watched in horror as the goblins they had just wounded began to rise again, their wounds closing before their very eyes.
Suddenly, the redheaded knight shouted. "Sistren's Power!"
The air around them crackled with energy, and a bright blue light enveloped their bodies.
As the light faded, I saw women smugly smirk. It looked like they'd felt a surge of power coursing through their veins.
