Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 77

TOAD – Chapter 77

“Get the hell in there!”

“What the hell do you want? Where are you taking me?” A gruff voice demanded.

There was the rattling of chains, and then the sound of someone being slugged. There was a shout, the drawing of steel, and then some more fighting. The door finally burst open, and a man was shoved through. He had a filthy beard and disheveled hair. He was wearing barely anything but rags tied together by a string rope. As soon as he was pushed through the door, he snarled and turned around. However, he didn’t make it a step before the door slammed shut.

There was the sound of the door locking. There was a sound of several locks clicking shut. The door was solid metal and extremely heavy, and after an annoyed kick, it was clear it wouldn’t budge even for a monster.

“Where am I?” The man shouted.

“You’re in the underground labyrinth under the dragon keep.” One of the guards that had brought him stated.

“Why?” He asked.

“King Oberon has been cleaning house.” One of the guards responded on the other end. “All of the prisoners are being released here. The labyrinth exits on the side of the mountain. If you make it through, your freedom is on the other side. It will be up to your ability and luck to survive.”

“This…” The prisoner’s expression turned dark for a moment, but then his eyes flashed with glee and he smirked. “This is just perfect.”

He could already hear the guards leaving, so the prisoner decided there was no point in remaining behind either. He left the spot he was in and began his struggle out of the labyrinth. True to its name, the labyrinth was a place filled with monsters, traps, and a maze of pathways. The prisoner had always been a resourceful man, though. He had lived a dangerous life on the streets, and he would have been there until this day if he hadn’t been ratted out by a certain woman. Of course, he had the last laugh. He had raped and strangled that bitch just before the guards burst through his door.

He was able to murder a band of goblins, find some equipment, and even bathe himself properly at a particularly beautiful natural mountain spring. He continued carefully, never taking any risks as he fought his way through several challenges. After an exhausting day of travel, he saw a light ahead and was sure it was the exit.

“All too easy.” He chuckled, wiping the blood off his sword and sheathing it.

He had just killed a particularly difficult monster, and his blood was pumping. It made him want to fuck a woman. When he got outside, he was going to fuck the first pretty woman he could find. Maybe, he’d get lucky and find some hot little virgin farm girl. Of course, he wasn’t going to ask her permission. The prisoner had a big dick, and a few ladies complained after she was done with them. Those that did were just a short throat squeeze away from being silenced for good.

“Mmm!” As he started to head for the entrance, he heard a voice that gave him pause. “Mmmmm… Mmm…”

It was a muffled feminine voice that sounded like she was struggling. His eyes looked at the exit, but he couldn’t help but feel curiosity and temptation as well. He carefully followed, seeing a small path off the main road. There was a closed door. He approached it hesitantly, looking for any traps or monsters. When he confirmed there were none, he opened the door and when his eyes landed on what was inside, they couldn’t help but pop open.

I was lying on a large bed centered in the middle of the room. I was wearing almost nothing but a top and a thin skirt that didn’t exactly cover my legs all of the way. My arms were tied to the headboard, and my feet were tied together. I could only helplessly struggle against my bonds, crying out into the gag around my mouth. When I saw the prisoner open the door, I couldn’t help but shout out to him in excitement.

He looked around the room cautiously. It was an opulent room, fitting for someone like me. It looked even nicer than my actual queen’s room in the castle above. Of course, this labyrinth, and everything inside of it, was designed by me. When Oberon had permitted me to set up my leveling, he just wanted to send men into my room like I was some kind of call girl. I may have the title town bicycle, but that didn’t mean that I always wanted a line of men fucking me raw.

If it came to maximizing my experience, I already had a method, and that method included this labyrinth. I had him bringing me a labyrinth, and I took the empty catacombs beneath the castle and grew it here. I spent a week taking control of it and then building it into what I wanted. I also turned it into my sanctuary, further increasing my experience and power.

This would be the fastest way I could gain experience, but I did it for another reason too. I did it to establish my power. King Oberon had his plans for me, but that didn’t mean I was just going to be toyed with at his will. I needed my strength if I was going to defy him, and this was how I could obtain that strength. He had no clue how powerful I could become in a month, and through his ignorance, I’d take whatever power I could get.

Of course, I would serve the demon king as long as our goals aligned. This was only a backup plan. These prisoners would bring me levels, but they would also test my labyrinth and allow my creatures to practice. Where did I get so many mobs so quickly? Well, I called all of my children back to me. With Queen’s Order, I could command anyone loyal to me from any distance. It was an overpowered skill deserving of the number of evolutions of special skills it had taken.

The last time I had used Queen’s Order, I had ordered everyone to scatter and grow strong. At the time, I didn’t know when I would need them again. It was right before I bet King Oberon, and months had passed since that point. Once I had the Labyrinth, complete with the hidden exit I had created on the backside of the mountain, I called all of my creations back. King Oberon had captured most of my demon children, but he hadn’t bothered with most of the monsters I had forged into an army.

Every day since my call, some of my monsters returned to me. Some of them even came from the army I had originally built on the border, having survived before I even had Queen’s order. Most of them were leaders of their respective tribes and packs, and as they came home to me, they brought all of their tribes with them.

Then, I went even further. I convinced my precious King Oberon to provide me with all of the female prisoners too. I had implied I was going to fuck them like the men, and he had released them into my custody under a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. He likely didn’t know they were all now a part of my monster breeding program. I’d soon have another army at my disposal.

So, how did I end up tied to a bed at the end of the dungeon? I just called that fun. If I was going to play with these men, I might as well get my enjoyment out of it. Thus, here I was, the damsel in distress, tied up by monsters, the prize at the end of the labyrinth. A man who likely hasn’t seen a woman in years just spent the last day fighting his way through. His testosterone must be through the roof. What decent man could resist a woman tied up and helpless like this?

Well, these weren’t knights or heroes. These were murderers and rapists. If they didn’t take advantage of a woman at my beauty level, then I might as well give up my powers as a seductress. He stared at me, slack-jawed for a moment as he took the view of a scantily clad goddess tied to a bit. However, he quickly snapped out of it, his vision turning heated as his eyes roamed my perfect, flawless body.

Letting out a harsh chuckle, he walked toward the bed. No, not walked. When a man felt like he was in complete control, he was unable to merely walk. He’d swagger instead. This guy swaggered over to the side of my bed, gently taking the gag out of my mouth.

“Ah…” I spit it out, looking up at him like my savior, my art of manipulation so close to mastery making the act indistinguishable from truth. “Thank you so much, kind sir. I was kidnapped from a nearby village. I thought I would assuredly die here. You came just in time before that monster ravished me!”

“The monster he fought was a cheap throwaway. I discovered that you could take away features from mobs to make them cost less, although the features you lost often made them less useful as a mob. One creature, the living armor, could have his intelligence removed. This made him dirt cheap, but functionally useless. In short, he’d only attack when attacked, and only until he didn’t meet any resistance.

However, my ability to seduce was all-encompassing, as was my ability to control what I seduced. This meant the living knight he had faced just before he came to me was merely me controlling a mindless living knight. I gave him a good fight before I allowed him to slay it. It wasn’t a bad practice, and I felt like learning to control proxy puppets would become important, especially if I had to deal with Devon again in the future. I wouldn’t underestimate his cloning ability, and I couldn’t help but shake the feeling I’d be dealing with him again in the future.

“You’re from a neighboring village?” he looked in disbelief.

He didn’t seem to believe that a person of my beauty would be from some random village. I was even wearing the object dampened by charm and powers, and still, my beauty seemed unnatural. However, telling a lie was as easy as breathing for the likes of me. I blushed slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

“My parents were the lords of my village. Our family bloodline has decreased far too much.” I responded with a look of shame and sadness in my eyes. “Father was going to send me to marry a lord from a better bloodline, but there is no point now. My village… my family… they’re all dead!”

I broke into tears, giant tears running down my pink cheeks. The man stared at me for a minute. I could almost hear his small brain working. I was a princess, or at least as close to one as a thug like him was like to ever find. A noble falling on hard times and a diminishing bloodline is a classic story in the demon realm. The noble would sell off his daughters, hoping that the other houses would take them in and they could retain their power just a generation longer. Of course, these had to be virgin girls, protected and sheltered from the outside world.

It was a fantasy among the hardworking commoners that such a virgin beauty would fall into their laps. In some fantasies, they did a service for the house, and so enamored by the hero’s presence, he gives his daughter’s hand. In other, darker stories, he has no choice but to sell her to disreputable men to pay his debts. Such fantasies likely really happened at least once or twice in this cruel world, but few men were lucky enough to be in a position where they could capitalize on such a decision.

“Oh?” He asked, his lips curving in a malicious smile.

I smiled back innocently. My labyrinth was full of all kinds of clever traps designed to ensnare, inconvenience, or even kill the people caught in them. I had decided that I would honor the conditions stated by the guards. If they escaped, then they would have their freedom.

However, to achieve freedom, they had one more trap they had to pass. I put in a trap more deadly than any of the others, 100% fatality, and I had put it right at the exit. It was completely optional and they could easily ignore it to achieve their freedom. Of course, I spoke of the honey trap, and so far, no one had managed to get passed it.