The Perverted Dungeon (JAK & KalTammy)

[Just Another King]

The Archway flickered into life. The odd, almost sentient magic that flowed within and from the stone doorway began to awake from it’s long slumber. Someone was close. It’s prison had been… broken? It was now free. How long had it been? Decades? Centuries? No, it had been aeons since the Archway was sealed away from the world. In a large chamber far below the ground, The stone passageway stood at the end of a walkway, unlit braziers guiding the path to it. Sunlight slowly began to work its way through the ruins and when it graced the surface of the Archway, the ancient runes and markings on it’s surface shimmered with life. The magic was rejoining the world at last. As if to reward it for the long, long slumber, a new victim seemed to be approaching. An explorer and an adventurer, it’s usual prey. Even more importantly, female. As it sensed her approach it called out gently like a sirens song, tugging at her curiosity, guiding her closer.

The world had been much different back then, when the Archway was sealed away from this mortal realm. It had been an age of myth and legend, of monsters and heroes. And even then the Archway had been old. Older than time itself, it’s original creator unknown, lost to the ravages of history. The wise mages and sorcerers that locked the Archway in it’s prison hadn’t known much about it, nor had they been able to read the magical writings that granted it power. They had known enough, however. It was a portal to another realm. One that few people returned from and those that did were forever… changed.

The magic that surrounded the Archway breathed deep of this new world. A world of science and technology. A world that had left magic and monsters behind. This would be fun.

Ae it lured it’s prey closer, the space between the Archway shimmered and the portal activated. It was invisible to the naked eyed, but a step through the Archway would lead the approaching female to the realm on the other side. A dungeon awaited on the other side, built of dark stone. The first room was small. Torches flickered on the walls, the flames a magical green. There were two corridors and writing on the wall between them in the same long dead language that covered the portal. Diagrams covered other walls depicting fantastical monsters and… lewd images of naked women. And in one corner was a message carved into the wall by crude means. It repeated over and over and read :

There is no way back, only forwards. Forward and endless pleasure.

One of the corridors was dimly lit. It seemed to lead further into the dungeon, while from the other came a natural light and the sound of bird song.

A choice for our heroine and the first of many in this Perverted Dungeon.

 

[KalTammy]

Clarissa ‘Clair’ Anderson, was a beautiful woman, short but athletic and fit, mostly from how active her job kept her. She had rich auburn hair, tied back into a short tail and rich emerald eyes behind a set of glasses. She was dressed for the hot environment, sturdy boots, a pair of cream shorts, a white tank top and a water proof jacket wrapped around her waist. All did a good job of showing her tanned skin and elegant curves, while none of it intentional. She was a practical woman and how attractive she was never factored in to her hikes through untamed wilderness.

Clair was an archeologist, specialising in uncovering the truth behind old tales, as those often lead to interesting little discoveries, at least in her opinion. She’d been following this one for a few weeks now, a cave where a great evil had been sealed away, somewhere the natives avoided and every record had been erased. But she had been able to puzzle out a rough area, mostly from the sheer absence of anything there, it was four enough and it is what lead her to the ruin.

The woman marvelled at the sight of the Archway, so unlike anything else she had encountered around here and clearly ancient. As she walked up to it, snapping a few pictures with her high quality camera, she knew she had just made the discovery of a lifetime. She should have turned back, gone and got a team together to explore this place properly, but her curiosity held her, made her get closer. She spent several minutes at the archway, documenting every inch she could, the strange runes, unknown to any language she had come across. But she couldn’t stop there she had to keep going, keep moving forward.

Passing into the hall beyond the arch, she stopped at the wall, breathing a excited little gasp. The pictograms were so detailed and well preserved, yet the structure itself, she staggered to think how long this had been here, pristine as if it had all been carved yesterday. She took pictures and notes, studying it all, even if the language with the carvings was still alien to her. The lewd content did not bother Clair, human history was filled with depictions of the naked body and sex, even with animals in some societies. She wondered to this buildings function, a temple to some fertility god perhaps?

She at last turned to see her two options for proceeding and frowned at the light and bird song. Had she missed another entrance into this long forgotten place? Curious and wishing to be thorough, she proceeded on toward the birdsong, her mind trying to rationalise the fact that there should be no way outside from here, picturing crevices that filtered light from above down here as she stepped through.

 

[Just Another King]

Once Clair stepped through the Archway she would find herself trapped. Once inside the first room the shimmering in the Archway would cease, cutting off access to the chamber and, ultimately, the mortal realm from which she had come from. No amount of trying, pleading or logic would allow access. The Archway was purely a one way portal.

As Clarissa proceeded down the corridor that promised sunlight and birdsong, weeds and grass would begin to sprout from cracks in the stone. The further along the corridor she travelled the more there would be, until eventually the stone floor disappeared and Clair would find herself walking on grass, almost as if the corridor was about to lead her into and open, grassy meadow. The birds continued to sing and gentle breeze flowed down the corridor, carrying with it the scent of wild summer flowers and the sound of flowing water.

Finally the corridor opened out into a huge, impossible chamber. Stepping from the corridor, Clarissa would find herself atop a grassy hill overlooking a river of all things, with fields and trees on either side. There was no discernible source of the sunlight, it came from nowhere and was everywhere. Clarissa would even be able to feel it’s warmth on her skin. This new chamber wasn’t particularly deep; the only other door was on the opposite wall that was perhaps a fifteen minute walk if not for the hills and river. However it stretched for what seemed like miles to the left and right. To the right a small village of wooden huts could be seen, small spirals of smoke raising higher, while a waterfall seemingly fell from nowhere in the stone wall, forming a pool which then flowed into the river. The river itself flowed and snaked through the chamber to the far left side where it became a calm, still lake.

Humanoid shapes could be seen in the village, though they would be too far to discern who or what they were. However the more pressing matter would be the creature that stood knee deep in the river. Covered in black fur, horns curving upwards, the minotaur splashed water across it’s body. The beast, which wiped with muscle and was very obviously male judging by the shaft that hung between it’s legs, stood between the entrance and the exit of the chamber.

 

[KalTammy]

Clarissa didn't even look back when the Archway cut her off from her own world, too engrossed with her research. Oh she would come to learn just how trapped she was eventually, but right now the thought of going back was far from her mind. She had made the discovery of a lifetime, quite literally in fact, though she didn't know it.

Heading down the path she pulled out from her small backpack a little voice recorder. "Although initial site is well preserved, Right passage quickly deteriorates and gives way to flora. Either the structure was intentionally built this way, or this part of the ruins was unable to resist the spread of time as well as the rest." Easier than stopping and writing, she would have a lot of notes before she was done, she was sure of that.

Coming to the chamber proper, she was overwhelmed by it all just the vast... wrongness. They were inside still, unknown light providing for this small ecosystem. The chamber's dimensions were impossible, unless this was outside but even then, she was sure that nowhere like this existed outside the cave she had found. There was a village, a living village down here where no one should be living, and then there was the beast. She refused to call it a Minotaur, even though that's all her mind screamed at the sight of it. The bullheaded man defying everything she knew about the animal kingdom, and she couldn't just help at gawk at the impossible creature standing not but a few minutes from her.

When she was reasonably sure she wasn't in fact going mad, Clair stepped closed, looking down over the river and the beast bathing within. Pulling her camera back out she began to snap some pictures, crouching low to get several steady images. She needed to document this animal, no way in hell anyone would believe her about this without proof. She wasn't being particularly quiet about taking the photo's, nor was she hidden from the beast.

 

[Just Another King]

As Clarissa stepped into the huge chamber the doorway behind her silently shimmered and sealed shut, a brick wall filling in what was once an open doorway. The only way out of the chamber and it’s strange ecosystem was forward, past the bathing minotaur who splashed water over his body, oblivious to the explorer watching him.

As Clarissa took her photo’s of the beast, the wind soon started to shift, blowing towards the minotaur and carrying with it her scent. The monster in the river stopped as it picked up the strange new scent and heard the click of a camera. Snorting and grunting, the beast looked around for the source of the sound. At first it saw noting and waded to the far side of the river where it grabbed it’s axe. And then he turned around, giving Clarissa a perfect view of the front of it’s muscular body and the large, thick shaft that hung between it’s legs.

The beast growled as it looked around before finally setting it’s gaze upon the hilltop and the young explorer atop it, holding her strange device at him. The beast let out a roar and began wading through the water towards Clarissa, axe in hand. However despite the axe it held, the large cock between it’s legs began to throb and as the beast breathed in her feminine scent, it started to harden and grow larger and thicker, seemingly with every step closer.

 

[KalTammy]

Clarissa kept still as she took her photos, silently marvelling at the beast as she let it turn and move, getting the best angles she could. While she was yet to grasp just how much danger she was in, she was still treating it like a wild animal, something that might spook at the unfamiliar presence. She was fascinated with the creature, something lost to time and only held in myth. There was no doubt that a beast like this inspired the tales of the Minotaur in the labyrinth, the monster of Greek myth made flesh. She predicted a gentle giant, the traits putting it sharing several aspects with a bull, a grazing herbivore. It was male, clear to see with its disproportionately large penis, hanging like a third leg. She wondered just how evolution came to make such a beast, besides the resemblances to both man and bull, such a beast had nothing close in the fossil record. Biologists would be wracking their brain for decades over this...

So lost was Clair in her thoughts and quiet picture taking, that she didn’t even notice it had detected her till the beast roared and began to charge. She dropped the camera, it hanging from her neck on its strap as she stared wide eyed. At first axe caught her attention, a manufactured piece of iron and wood, not natural, not a simple tool, an advanced weapon. Either this beast had happened upon the discarded thing... or it was far more than a simple beast, and that thought terrified her. Not as much however as the hardening cock of the beast as it bounded up the hill toward her. The rational part of her mind was drowned out by sheer primal panic, the panic of cavemen as an aggressive male came to take what it wanted.

She finally scrambled to her feet, turned tail and ran, instincts overtaking any rational argument she may have had. The explorer was running, for the door, for the safety of escape. At first she didn’t notice as the solid wall loomed closer, then a new fear came as her sight told her what her brain said was impossible. The doorway she had come through was gone, not even a hint of where it may have been. She only slowed to not knock herself out on the solid brick. She began feeling, searching desperately as she gave panicked little cries. Her escape was gone, the door had left her trapped her. The scientist spun around, back to the wall as she cowered before the fast approaching beast. She raised her arms up to shield herself, as if they would protect from the horns or the axe. Yet part of her feared more what was standing upright against the beasts muscles body more than either of the certain deaths.

 

[Just Another King]

As the minotaur approached the cowering woman, he slowed down till finally he stood before he, grunting and panting anomalistically. He watched her curiously, noticing how her clothes were different to those of previous adventurers. The fact that she didn’t brandish a weapon at him marked her as different. No matter, she would befall the same fate as all the previous explorers. Judging by the large, incredibly erect cock the minotaur was sporting, there was one thing on it’s mind. With a grunt it lifted it’s axe, before slamming it into the ground, embedding it into the grass and soil underfoot.

After discarding it’s weapon the monster stepped closer to Clarissa and reached out gently, while it’s thick, hard cock pressed against her stomach. It’s hands brushed lightly against her face, stroking her skin, running through her auburn hair. But then it’s hands started moving down to her shoulders, tugging at her clothes in an attempt to reveal more of her skin. It’s eyes stared longing and lustily at her breasts, while it started pulling the straps of her tank top down her arms with a forceful strength. It had been so long since the minotaur had taken a mate. It couldn’t remember how long exactly, but time worked differently in this realm. This new woman was different and wore different clothes than others in the past, but the monster didn’t care. It needed her now.

It’s hands moved down, sliding over her breasts, groping and caressing them through her tank top, before moving down, feeling more of her athletic body. It knew it was going to enjoy her. The beast was being gentle so far, however it was also quick to anger. Should Clarissa start to fight against the beast’s advances he would likely flare up in anger, tearing her tank-top open, before gripping her shoulders and pressing her down to her knees.

 

[KalTammy]

Clair flinched, crying out in panic as the beast brought its axe down, sure it was aimed at her head. Instead it sunk into ground, the scientist slowly lowering her arms, a look of confusion mixed with the fear playing across her face. She looked up at the tall beast, though her eyes were quickly caught by and trailed down to the large cock, something that looked like it came straight off a huge bull and was spliced onto a humanoid body.

Her tank top fell away easily with his strength, pushed down her arms and pulled away from her breasts, resting under the now exposed mounds. Her clothing and equipment would be alien to the creature, but flesh beneath was all too familiar, the smooth feminine curves that this place desired. She didn't fight his touch, his advances sending conflicting messages to her terrified mind. As illogical as it was, she was certain of what the monster wanted from her, but at the same time the gentleness he was giving her, there was an intelligence there.

She spoke for the first time, voice trembling as she kept letting the bull man play with her exposed breasts, body shuddering with the primal contact. "Please... I'm not like you, it would be pointless." She wasn't even sure he could understand her, but she needed to try, even if her argument sounded weak even to her. Even if he couldn't reproduce with the monster, it could certainly find pleasure from her.

 

[Just Another King]

The beast admired Clair’s curves as her tank top fell away from her breasts, it’s rough and calloused hands groping her soft breasts, tugging the fabric of her top down further to fully expose her torso. Her words meant nothing to the minotaur; he was a primal beast of limited intelligence. Even if he could have understood her words he likely wouldn’t have cared. The magic that weaved it’s way through this strange place affected the beasts inside, making sure that when confronted with a female, they would do everything in their power to have sex with them.

As he played with her breasts the minotaur stepped closer to Clair. His huge cock, which jutted up between them, pressed against her. It rubbed against her stomach, the tip even reaching between her breasts. The monster snorted and groaned as it bucked it’s hips slightly, rubbing it’s shaft against her bare skin, hands squeezing her breasts together around the tip.

The minotaur enjoyed her body like that for a few moments, it’s growls and huffs becoming more enthusiastic. A thick, musky pre-cum began to leak from the tip, smearing over her breasts. Eventually though, the minotaurs hands began to roam down to her shorts, tugging forcefully to remove them. As it was the beast was pressing lightly against her, pinning her to the wall, though if she fought and was quick enough she would likely be able to escape his grip, even if momentarily.

 

[KalTammy]

Clarissa gave a weak cry of dismay as the beast began to grope and play with her exposed breasts. She struggled of course, squirmed in the grip of the muscular bull man, but just had no realistic way of pulling away at this moment. The cock pressed firmly against her stomach, chest and between her breasts added further humiliation, the scientist looking away in disgust at what she was being forced to endure. Like it or not, and logical or not, this thing wanted to fuck her, there was no room for any doubt anymore.

As the bull became more eager and excited, Clair gave a little shudder as she felt the thick pre start to leak and coat her breasts and chest steadily. She glanced at it, before going quick to try and look into the beasts feral eyes again. "Seriously, I'm not one of you, I couldn't even take you if I wanted!" Her protest, no matter how logical it might have sounded in her head, was a rather pathetic one even in her own ears, let alone to this uncaring beast.

His grip shifted, moving away from the breasts and he felt her shorts start to be pulled at. Although her first reaction was further increase of panic, the more rational part of her realised that all at once, he had stopped actually holding her. An opportunity was presenting itself as she realised, unless he tore the fabric in twain, he would need to let up on pressing against her to pull them down. So, taking a bit of a gambit, she played along with his attempts. Snaking a hand down, she unbuttoned her shorts, allowing his pulling to go much smoother. Her breath grew slow and heavy as she watched and waited, steadily 'helping' him pull her shorts off and lifting a leg out, exposing more of the smooth skin and the rather boring, but still appealing blue panties that were her only real clothes. Then, the moment he started to bend, relenting some pressure, she hopped her other leg out and pushed away from the wall to one side. Should she have timed it right, she would be free with a bull caught off guard. In which case she would start to run, running for the presumed safety of the village with nothing but a pair of panties to keep her dignity.