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Darkness stared at the massive, engorged, throbbing cock, attached to her interdimensional rapist/slaver/master. It just quietly twitched in front of her face as she stared up at it, the thing towering over her, silently telling her that she was utterly beneath it, that she was an intrinsically inferior being meant to get fucked and used like a living fleshlight.

Her unused cunt quietly throbbed as she stared at it, going cross-eyed. Her clit ground against her bodysuit, her lips half-open, a bit of drool slipping out of her mouth.

All her most debauched, wild, terrible fantasies had come true...

Well, no, not quite all, the man who owned her didn't whore her out to make a quick buck, didn't drink, never threw anything at her head, and also he was much more fit and handsome than she'd imagined.

Other than that, though, he was perfect.

Perfectly terrible.

His cock was the sort of bitchbreaker that she had thought didn't exist in real life, and he just idly smacked her face with it, a quiet denigration to remind her of its sheer power and girth. She let out a hot pant, and he chuckled darkly down at her. "Enjoying yourself, Darkness?" He asked her, a sneer on his lips.

He could see through her. He had to see through her, to ask questions like that, didn't he? "N-no!" She stammered out, feeling the heat in her cheeks as she gulped. He smacked her face with his cock again, earning another soft pant from Darkness, her nipples perky and scraping against her top as she was disrespected like that. "I... you're... your cock is just... big, so I'm... startled by how big! It's probably because, I don't know, your mother fucked a horse or something!"

He frowned at that, his expression seeming annoyed. He grabbed a tangle of her hair, yanking her up off her knees, and just pulling her up by the hair until she was dangling in front of him, her legs a few inches off the ground. The look in his eyes was one of scarcely-restrained malice, as if he were looking at the worst person he had ever met. She tried not to moan in response, just biting her lip and staring back as defiantly as she could manage. "Don't insult my mother," he told her. His voice was sharp and uncaring. "Do you understand, Darkness?"

She gulped as she stared up at him. She wanted... wanted to see how hard he would go if she kept insulting his mother... but also she loved him, and it clearly actually upset him... plus he was smart and not completely controlled by his savage, brutish, rapist instincts, but capable of resisting the urge to rape her if he felt she was misbehaving. "Y-yes, Master, I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking."

"You do that a lot, don't you? Fail to think?" He let go of her hair, and she collapsed to her knees a moment later, once more kneeling right in front of his monstrously glorious cock, the cock designed to turn a woman's holes inside out. She went cross-eyed again as he slapped her. "You can't think too well when you've got a cock in your face, is that it?"

"Yuh, yes, I can't, Master," she breathed out, drool running down her chin and splashing her tits. Was that too much of a confession? "It- it stinks! The smell, it's so-!" She was cut off as he stuffed the very tip of his cock up into her nostrils, forcing her to snort his thick, stinky, delicious precum, her brain frying for a moment at the sudden shocking sensation.

"How are things between you and my other women?" He asked her, and she looked up at him, delirious as his cock continued to just rub at her nostrils, smearing that thick, masculine scent around. It was the best thing she'd ever smelled in her life. "Rei, Loki... I'm sure they enjoy using my noble knight turned slave girl, don't they?"

"Ahm..." Darkness gulped loudly, staring up at Drake. "I... Loki... thinks I'm 'too easy!' Which- which is absurd! You kidnapped and raped me, you b-b-b-b-b-bad person!" She couldn't make her say the word 'bastard,' even though he absolutely was a bastard! She just loved him too much! (And also was worried that sort of name would get a negative reaction like the reference to his mother!)

"Rei doesn't mind easy bitches," he told her, casually peeling his cock away from her nose, then letting it flop against her face, resting along her features as she trembled beneath it. She wanted him to stuff it in her throat. "How are things with her?"

"Goo~ood," she breathed out drunkenly, staring at the cock as it rested across one eye, occluding her view.

"Beg for it," he told her. "Beg for my cock, and I'll rape your throat like you so dearly want."

"I don't," she whimpered out, pitifully. She knew no one could believe her, not with the way she warbled and twitched, but just admitting to it was all wrong.

He shook his head. "Liar," he told her, smacking her face with his cock again, making her almost collapse to the ground in bliss. "One day, you're going to learn to beg, Darkness," he told her. "You're immortal now," he reminded her. She wasn't sure if she believed him, but he'd said it lots, and the other women he had - the ones who weren't his sex slaves - said the same thing. "You're going to live forever. You're going to live long enough to learn that begging is what that mouth of yours was made for - not sucking cock." He took a step back, his cock moving away from her mouth in the process, and she let out an involuntary whimper, worried that he wasn't going to fuck her at all. "Once you learn to beg, I'll pop your cherry and turn you into my broodmare."

She whimpered at that, too. All her natural womanly instincts - both her love of Drake, and her love of sadistic domination - were telling her that she wanted to be his broodmare, that she wanted to get creampied by his fat cock and knocked up with his children. To be forced to carry his children...

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was pure sexual instinct, her tongue dancing invitingly in the air, hoping that he'd fuck her face anyway, that he'd treat her with the casual contempt of a man who knew what he wanted, who knew that her opinion didn't matter - and she got another cockslap for her trouble, tumbling down to the ground this time. He planted one foot on her cheek, just holding her in place down there. Her pussy wept in anticipation, her eyes widening as she wondered if she was about to get bred regardless of her opinion.

Then the door opened, and she saw another one of Drake's bodies, and Rei herself, the large-breasted lesbian grinning sadistically down at Darkness. Drake removed his foot from Darkness's face, grabbed her hair, tugged her up and forcing her to stare into Rei's eyes. Rei herself just clasped Darkness's cheeks, squishing them together, her brain delirious with arousal from the way she was being manhandled. She was a piece of meat as far as these two were concerned. A rapeable piece of meat. "Drake says you were a bad girl who didn't admit what she is and what she wants," she said, a vivid grin on her lips, as if she was describing how she'd just gotten the most wonderful Christmas present.

Darkness hadn't been very interested in women before being kidnapped to Orario, but then, she'd never known they could be so deliciously sadistic as Rei was! She was even worse/better than Drake! "No... I don't want this," Darkness said, panting softly.

"Yeah?" Rei reached into her mouth with two fingers. "Then bite me," she dared Darkness, as her fingers rubbed along Darkness's tongue. The rubbing movements made her ever more aroused, her breathing becoming ragged, her chest rising and falling with each passing movement. Darkness didn't bite her, knowing it would be fruitless. "That's your tongue done," Rei said, as casually as if discussing the weather. "Now the palate." She flipped her hand upside down, and the same spreading arousal hit the roof of her mouth too, her whole body quivering at the intense stimulation, saliva dribbling freely from her mouth. Rei pulled her fingers out of Darkness's mouth, leaving her to pant softly, staring with dim eyes at the Japanese girl. "Your throatpussy needs some modification too."

"My- throatpussy?" She sputtered the words out, and then Rei dragged her into a kiss, forcing her mouth open, her tongue seeming obscenely long as it slipped into Darkness's mouth. It ran right past the back of her mouth, sliding into her throat and rubbing all along, squirming and slapping and writhing. She quivered as that same intensity and arousal, jerking softly, feeling just about ready to come before Rei peeled back and out of her mouth.

"There. I fixed your mouthpussy," Rei declared, grinning maliciously down at Darkness. "Now it's time to learn your place, bitch," Rei said - and then she wore an obscene expression for a moment as their eyes locked.

Darkness's pussy gushed, her clit throbbed, a low moan escaped her throat involuntarily. She just squirmed in Drake's grasp, her brain frying as her arousal spiked and peaked and she orgasmed without any direct stimulation. The man himself used his grip on her hair, forcing her to her feet even as her knees knocked against one another. His other body grabbed her hips, twisting her around, ripping off her bodysuit's leggings, pointing his cock at her asshole and just ramming it inside her, making her orgasm in the midst of her first orgasm.

She could hardly think, as Drake stuffed another cock into her mouth and throat. The feeling of it rubbing along the inside of her throat was intensely arousing, and Rei herself collapsed onto the ground, panting and moaning as she watched the scene from below, quivering in pleasure as if it was her who was getting fucked. "If you had just said that you wanted to suck my cock, then none of this would be happening," Drake told her, as he rammed her face with his massive bitchbreaker, his balls repeatedly slapping her chin as her throatpussy got pounded. Her asshole was being thoroughly reamed as well, the man groping and squeezing her ass cheeks as he mashed into her from behind, and since he was taller than her, she was on her tiptoes, her body mostly held up by the reality that she was being spitroasted by Drake.

She quivered in blissful pleasure at the treatment, of course, going cross-eyed as she got her mouth and sphincter raped by the brutish cruel rapist slaver that she loved. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she lost herself in the moment, her tits swaying back and forth, her nipples scraping along her top, her pussy just gushing freely now that her bodysuit had been ripped away from her lower body, thighs growing slick and wet as she was used and abused by Drake.

She was coming her brains out, too. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, like a hammer to the skull. Her beloved rapist was absolutely right in everything he said. She was a needy little slut being put in her place properly by an interdimensional slaver, her mouth and asshole roughly used for his own selfish pleasure. (Never mind that she was coming her brains out...)

The fact that her virginal cunt was going unused only added to the delight of the experience, and she almost - almost! - asked him to plug up her pussy and creampie her, to irrevocably turn her into his broodmare with his ultra-virile seed. She managed to hold out, just barely, and let him rape her mouthpussy and asshole instead.

He said some mean things to her but she didn't really process much of them, to be honest, since she was coming too hard. She was pretty sure he called her a slut, a living fuckdoll, and a needy little whore, and told her that she just needed to accept her place as a mindbroken fuckslave, that her virgin pussy was something he wasn't fucking only because it wasn't worth fucking it as long as she was a recalcitrant slave, and some other things like that. Even if she would probably still rather he was ugly, he was such the perfect brute that she didn't mind his handsome body.

When he finally came inside her from both ends, he just flooded her mouth with his delicious cum, some of it spurting up out of her nose as she shivered in bliss, her asshole feeling like she was being completely filled with truly obscene quantities of semen, which she probably was, because when he pulled out, a puddle of the stuff dribbled out onto her feet and the floor beneath her.

He just dropped her then, letting her tumble onto the ground in a messy heap. He got himself dressed, hefted up Rei in the sweetest bridal carry, and abandoned her alone in the room, the thick scent of his cum clogging up her nostrils, her asshole leaking out his thick creamy load. He didn't even spare her a glance as he departed.

The casual, contemptuous way he treated her was one of the reasons she loved him.

Well, that and the mind control, of course.

Less than a minute later, that other sex slave - the tall girl with the short hair and small breasts - came into the room, gently hefting Darkness's head and planting it in her lap. "Are you alright, sister-slave?" She gingerly ran her fingers through Darkness's hair, and Darkness could only nod, her throat still fucked raw and sensitive from Rei's wicked, sensual magic. "I heard that the master was very rough with you..."

"I... ahn... it's so good, the way... the way he rapes me," she got out, gulping as she spoke. "I can't resist it."

"He says you resisted telling him that you wanted to suck his cock."

She let out a hot breath at that memory. "Ahn... but I was rewarded... err, punished, for my resistance," she said.

"Mmm, he did mention that, too," her sister-slave said, sliding two fingers into Darkness's mouth, rubbing along her tongue. She squirmed, leg kicking like a bitch's at the sensation - and then slapped away the girl's hand.

Like she wanted to have consensual lesbian sex with her fellow slave! The only way she'd fuck another slave is if Drake cruelly ordered her to, purely so he could enjoy watching before raping them! "Don't put your fingers in my mouth."

Her sister-slave snorted at that. "Not unless Drake says to, right?" Darkness squinted and nodded.

"He never uses us at the same time anyway," Darkness huffed. The fact that her master/rapist/lover/owner could give her, and multiple other girls, gangbangs at the same time, was incredibly hot, but mostly he just raped her while Loki or Rei watched and/or played with her.

"Mhm," her sister-slave said. "You enjoyed yourself, though, right?"

"H-how could I not... he magically alters my body, my mind, just to make me a better fucktoy for him..." She shivered and drooled, his thick scent still clogging up her nose. "I can't resist the pleasure..."

"Of course. Of course," her sister-slave said, patting her gently.

* * *

Pauline cracked open the dead Grand Treant, popping out the crystal. It evaporated appropriately before she tossed the stone to Jenny. She hummed to herself as she worked, remembering a pleasant working song that her mother used to use when she was cooking.

"I'm getting a bad vibe," Thran said from the head of the party, sniffing at the air as his tail twitched behind him. "I'm not smelling the green."

"Smelling the green?" Denner asked, as Pauline just cracked open the next Grand Treant.

"Yeah. Grass, trees, vegetation. The scent's weaker than it should be."

"There are fire salamanders on a neighboring level," Denner said.

"If I smelled crispy stuff, I'd have said so, Denner. It's like the Dungeon ate all the trees from here on out, or something." Thran grabbed a lamp from one of the other adventurers, twisting a knob to expand its light, hefting it over his head. Pauline spared a glance that way... and he was right. The walls ahead were scraped of vegetation, and the floor wasn't much better, cool dirt replacing wet grass. "We should turn 'round. I don't like this."

"It just means less stuff to hide the Treants, no?" Denner asked, idly scratching his arm where he'd gotten surprised by one. The healing potion had left no visible wound, but Denner always complained about the injury itching afterwards.

"This is the Dungeon," Thran started - then stopped. His ears twitched, and he dropped the lamp, drawing his bow and aiming into the darkness. The whole party went on edge, with the animal-folk's ears swiveling towards something that Pauline definitely couldn't see. She just squinted into the darkness, catching only glimmers of the lamp's overblown light against distant walls...

"Ah, ah!" The voice from the darkness was female, playful, gregarious. "Oh, there's a lot of magic stones! A lot a lot!" Childish, too. A pallum, or a young party member? Maybe a supporter who got separated? Or maybe she was with her party, but there weren't any other voices joining her. "Please give me all those magic stones and then enter my belly, thank you!"

That was the last thing the creature said before it just rushed out of the darkness, a monstrous shape that Pauline scarcely got time to recognize as a thing rather than a weird shadow, before it had bitten Thran right in half. She responded instantly, and with the best idea she had - she grabbed Jenny's bag, hurled it past the monster in the hopes of momentarily distracting it, and took off with Jenny's hand in hers.

Some instinct told her that fighting that thing was a fool's errand.

The fact that only her and Jenny made it back to the surface told her she was right.

* * *

Ottar stood quietly behind his goddess, who was idly stirring a cup of tea. Other members of his familia had arrayed themselves across their half of the room - Allen leaned against one wall, handing off death glares to Drake, the Gullivers quietly seated next to one another, also giving death glares to Drake, Ragnar and Selland having a stare-off with one another. On the other half of the room were arranged much of the highest Levels of the Loki familia. The old guard - Tione, Tiona, Bete, Finn, Ais, Riveria, and Gareth - and part of the new wave - Drake, Cassandra, Erza, Rei, the Black Agony, and Haruhime. Technically, Erza and Rei were just Level Three or Four, but their unique abilities made them far stronger than that would suggest.

Of course, as far as the rest of his familia was concerned, 'the new wave' was just Drake's harem, and they hated him because Freya hated him. There was no need for any complicated 'thinking' about the matter.

Loki herself had planted herself in Drake's lap, and was rubbing her butt against his groin while giving Freya a look that dared her to complain. Drake looked at Ottar with a cold glare of his own, presumably because Ottar had tried to have the Black Agony killed.

Freya sipped her tea, pretending to be oblivious to the acrimony and the fact that the two familias had just barely avoided a war over the past year. Ottar knew she probably regretted that fact more than anyone else... but you couldn't put the egg back in the chicken, or the Red Dragon back in the Dungeon. What was done was done.

"So what are we here for?" Loki called out to Royman Mardeel, a fat, older elven gentleman. "Hope you're not tryin' to make us play nice, because that sure ain't happenin'."

"Our familia-" Freya began.

"Oh, shut your yaphole," Loki interrupted, and the entire Freya side of the room bristled. Including Ottar himself, whose glare became razor sharp as he stared at Loki.

"It's a mouthpussy," Rei provided. "I've seen her coming her brains out while choking on Drake's cock. If she did that more instead of using her mouth for giving her shitty thoughts about stuff, she'd be a lot cooler." Freya impassively raised one hand, telling her familia not to attack without sparing Rei so much as a glance.

"Syr ain't Freya," Loki replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Ahem," Royman interrupted, coughing loudly. "This is not related to the issues between your two familias," he said, dabbing his forehead of sweat with a napkin. "Three adventuring parties, each with at least one member of at least Level Four, have been wiped out in the Dungeon over the past two weeks."

"The Dungeon is a dangerous place," Freya said mildly, sipping her cup, keeping her eyes on it.

"You are correct, Lady Freya. However, the last of the groups to be wiped out, from the Ra familia, had two survivors. A pair of supporters who fled in the opening moments of the battle," he explained. "They saw the monster that did it."

"Oh? What kind of monster is it?" Loki asked, leaning forward.

"I will probably describe it inadequately," Royman said, dabbing his head once more. "So if you would allow, I can ask the two young ladies to come in and tell you their story."

"Oo, and they're cute girls?" Loki asked. Even her own familia gave her a look of casual disgust. "What? I'm just asking!"

* * *

"...and it looked like, um, a giant mouth, kind of, with really long, thin teeth, kind of like this," Pauline explained, her fingers miming lacing together. "It was kind of hard to make out the shape, but I'm pretty sure it had, like, tentacles," she continued, clearly not used to being the center of attention in a large group like this.

"It didn't have a, um, clear... what's the word... silhouette!" Jenny added. "I think that's part of why Thran didn't see it until it was too late."

"From what you tell us, it sounds like it was too late the moment the creature attacked," Freya said. She raised her head up from staring at the tea at that point, closing her right eye and turning her head to the left, entirely obscuring the Loki familia from her gaze as she focused her left eye on Pauline. "You say it spoke?"

"Yes! It asked for our magic stones, so I, um... well, I threw the magic stones past it. I was hoping that it would distract it from the rest of our party."

"But you fled before finding out if it did," Freya said. Pauline gulped and nodded. "Don't look so ashamed. You survived. Because of that, your familia will be avenged by the full might of the Loki and Freya familias, working together. Other familias that might have fallen will be saved."

"Ehh? I didn't agree to help with this crap," Loki said, arms crossed. "If you want to do it, you can do it."

"Freya's... right..." Cassandra said, and Ottar instantly knew that was why Freya had been so eager to offer her support. "We should... help..."

"It's not the first talking monster we've had occasion to deal with," Finn said, which made the 'new wave' of the familia all turn their heads his way. All of them save Rei and Drake, at least. "The creature with Revis's stone in it," he reminded them.

"Oh, right," Julia said, tapping her head. "I forgot!"

"Revis's stone...?" Pauline asked.

"Nothing terribly important," Finn said, with a gentle smile. "Thank you for the information, Pauline. We will handle the creature, and ensure it cannot harm anyone else."

"Thank you, um, both of... all of you," Pauline said.

"Ehh, anything for a pretty girl," Loki said. Everybody once more looked at her with contempt. "Two pretty girls, my bad."

"I don't think that's what anyone is annoyed by," Drake said, wrapping his arms over Loki's belly and pulling her into a tighter, more intimate hug. The woman in question blushed at the touch and hold, but also showed no signs of complaining.

"Yeah, yeah," Loki said.

"You two may take your leave and mourn your comrades," Freya said. "If we have any further questions, we will see to asking them of you." Pauline and Jenny understood the message, leaving the two familias alone in the room once more. Freya just returned her attention to her cup, even though by this point she had drained it of tea. "How will we be dividing up the labor, exactly?"

"I'll do all the work, and you can take all the credit, how's that sound, bitch?" Loki asked. "That sound like your kinda thing?"

"This monster sounds very, very powerful," Freya noted. "Ottar is the strongest adventurer in all Orario."

"Nah, that's my beau here," Loki said, her fingers reaching up over her shoulder to run along Drake's cheek. "Wait, I mean boy! Boy!"

"Ottar has consistently had stats over 900 every time he Leveled up," Freya said. "They are the same Level now, and Drake does not have stats of over 900 now, or on every previous Level."

"Yeah, but Ottar, he only has one body, so he can only fuck you in one hole. Drake has like... how many bodies do you have now, Drakey-wakey?"

"Thirty six."

"Yeah. Thirty six," Loki said, stupid smugness radiating from her body. "Plus he's got extra powers that make him good at fighting, whereas all Ottar is, is a dumb lug."

"Could you please stop sniping Freya?"

"She tried to kill your wife," Loki said, gesturing towards the Black Agony with disbelief.

"That was my own action," Ottar said. "Lady Freya did not ask me to do any such thing. I acted on my own, without her guidance or approval. Nor did I tell her of my intent."

"Ugh. Stupid lie detector bullass," Loki sighed, leaning back into Drake.

"I imagine that our two familias would have difficulty working together on this matter," Freya said, "so it would probably be for the best if we created 'hunting parties' and divided up the appropriate Floors of the Dungeon. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sure, sounds great, then my kids don't get any more of your loser bracket harem's stink on them. But you could at least look me in the eyes when you talk."

Freya sneered, raising her gaze from the teacup at last, fixing completely on Loki. "Perhaps if you had not brought that loathsome filthy little maggot-soul here," Freya snapped out. "Besides, it's quite rich hearing complaints about not making eye contact from Little Miss Fox-Eyes," she added, before turning her gaze back to the teacup, then rising from her seat. "Come along." She waved, and Ottar - and the rest of the familia - followed after her.

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