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.
