Lewd Dungeon, Chapter 363

Chapter 363 – Realization

I chuckled as the fighter finished the task. He may have been acting as though it were a great burden, but when it came time to enjoy himself with the gem-girl’s body, he certainly didn’t hold back. Because of the conditions I’d set, they both needed to climax twice before things were through. However, the Golden Warrior had the [Carnal Arts] skill, and the gem was already shuddering in her second climax as he came the first time.

That much was fairly routine for the dungeon, especially given how many adventurers had picked up the [Carnal Arts] skill along the way. Having sex was just something that was going to happen in my dungeon, after all, unless you had the luck of the gods, and were determined to face some bosses on tougher difficulties. And no one wanted to have bad sex if good sex was an option.

What I hadn’t been expecting was how Ryker decided to actually snuff Aria’s body. Grabbing her by her neck he forced her head down upon his cock, all the way to the base. Then, as the rest of his party watched, he strangled her while fucking her throat like a sex toy until he came, even though she had been dead for the last sixty seconds or so.

As the warrior pulled out of the woman’s mouth, I clapped my hands, appreciatively. “Well done. A fine display of domination, indeed. Now, let no one say I don’t follow through on my agreements, even when they aren’t in the form of a System Contract.”

With a wave of my hand, the rogue was revived, and the soulgem in her hand faded, looking like a darkened crystal now. Another wave of the hand, and all five of the ‘losers’ now had slave collars on. Unfortunately for them, these weren’t the typical slave collars.

Godtouched Slave Collar of the Dominant

Type

Neck

Rank

Rare

This leather collar has been specifically enchanted with runes of domination and pleasure, as fitting for a piece bearing the symbol of Kuronoth, God of Pleasure, Domination, and Dungeons, upon the front, over the wearer’s throat. It acts as a normal Slave Collar, but with certain added benefits.

Cursed – This item is cursed, and cannot be removed by the wearer under any circumstances. Only a worshipper of Kuronoth, who is able to call upon his divine power, can remove the collar while the wearer lives, and only if they are in a higher Tier than the wearer.

Nontransferrable – The wearer of this collar is the property of Ryker Cooper, and cannot be sold, freed, or traded to anyone else so long as their Master lives.

Pleasurable Service – Obeying their Master gives the wearer of this item physical pleasure.

Dominated Body – The wearer’s body changes to suit their Master’s sexual preferences and tastes. These changes are permanent, and cannot be undone while the collar is worn.

Naturally, the enslaved adventurers were all quite shocked as their bodies began changing. The women changed the least, as might be expected. A bit larger bust here, rounder and firmer ass there, a bit of an hourglass curve to their waists. Nothing terribly extreme. The men, on the other hand, were all looking very uncomfortable, as their bodies changed quite a bit more, so that their figures matched the women’s, and I doubted that their armor would fit them comfortably without being resized, or at least addressing how the straps were done. They would be spilling out of things, if the armor let them, I bet.

When the changes were done, I smiled at the group. “Well, I must say, this has been a most entertaining diversion. Especially since it never had to happen.”

“What—” the Order of the Bow Initiate started, before stopping in shock at how his voice had changed to a woman’s tones. She took a breath, and started again, “What do you mean, never had to happen? This all happened because you made it a condition for restoring Aria!”

“That’s right!” the Bladewind Tempest added. “I can accept the collars doing freaky things like this, since we didn’t have the chance to [Appraise] them before, and you never said what they would do, but what about this didn’t have to happen?”

It was the Shadowstriker Rogue, the one who caused all of this, in a way, that groaned in frustration. There was a defeated tone in her voice as she said, “Because there was nothing keeping us from giving up on the run here, and going back to the surface with what we knew, and finding a priest to help me back into my body. We didn’t have to play his game, or go about trying to kill each other.”

“”WHAT?”” yelled both Golden Knight and Hurricane Sorceress. As the two who had been the ones to actually ‘jump the gun’, as it were, they were clearly upset about Aria’s little revelation. Well, I might as well twist the knife a bit, to add to the amusement.

“Indeed,” I nodded. “Do recall that I offered two other options of what you might do with the gem before you, oh Golden Knight, asked what my intercession would cost. You could have retreated to the surface to find a priest, or you might have stuck her in an item, and be done with it. However, once I dangled a third option in front of you, you forgot all about the others.

“Oh, not that I blame you. Most of you, that is. The cost was clearly a bit shocking to you. And then, I offered a second ‘payment plan’, pushing just a bit more. Unfortunately, your Sorceress, here, failed the test, and lost sight of the wider picture, caught up in the moment. She thought to strike quickly, and spare you all the anguish, but your leader was too quick for her, and used his defensive ability to weather the storm, before ‘killing’ her in turn. It all happened too quickly for anyone to object. And now, you all will share in her failure, as a message to the other adventurers.”

Ryker took a breath to forcibly calm himself. Well, he was a generally decent guy, from what I’d seen of him, so what he’d been forced to do, plus the fact that it was all unnecessary? That was a heavy blow to the man. “And what would be this message?”

“Several things, in fact, since you made several errors that would have proven fatal, or worse, if I was more malicious and less understanding. And make no mistake, when humans eventually start spreading through the galaxy at large, they will find entities offering bargains that make my most exploitative contracts seem fair and reasonable by comparison. Especially when those entities learn about how lawyers work.”

I saw their eyes go wide at my statement. And, in truth, I wasn’t even exaggerating terribly much. There were some real bastards out in the galaxy, and when they had someone over a barrel, they didn’t stop until they’d gotten everything that they possibly could out of them. Sometimes, not even death stopped the torment.

“My first warning is that, unless a choice is given a firm time limit, then you should always take a moment to think things through. At least speak with the others around you before accepting. And if there is a System Contract, be sure to read it thoroughly, and ensure that the wording cannot be twisted another way, so that someone can fulfill the letter of the contract, but entirely avoid its intent. If little Tabitha had paused to talk, instead of trying to mercifully take everything on herself, then you wouldn’t be wearing collars now.

“Secondly, adventurers of your level, facing the types of threats you face, should never come into a dungeon without some means of revival. Resurrection scrolls are expensive, I know, but having a scroll that another member of the party can use to revive the healer when they die, or for the healer themselves to use, when their class progresses in a way that prevents them from raising the dead? That is an expense that only fools begrudge. All the other things you could spend your coin on mean nothing if you are dead, save for things your party members can loot from your corpse.

“And my third, and final, message to the adventurers is to remind them that they have had it easy, so far. Most of the true trials in the dungeon ere now have been ones of spirit, where the gravest danger is to your sense of normalcy and what is or is not an acceptable act. From here on, far more trials will be ones that test the body just as much, if not more than, the mind, so that you are well and truly prepared for what the galaxy has in store.”

The adventurers looked as though they’d been struck dumb, as they numbly listened to my message. I’d overwhelmed them with my revelation of just how badly they had screwed up, that much was obvious. Now, I didn’t doubt that they were picturing untold horrors in the next few floors. Which was fine, in my book. They needed to have a proper level of trepidation when going into the unknown in a dungeon, or else they would be eaten alive, perhaps literally, if they went into some of the dungeons in the rest of the galaxy.

The Golden Knight straightened himself up, and nodded, grimly. From the looks of it, I bet he was still going to try and shoulder the responsibility for everything, like he said he would as he stabbed the sorceress. Honestly, good men and women, those who tried to always do the ‘right thing’, gave me so much more entertainment than those who merely thought they were decent folk. The only ones who matched the entertainment value of a good person slowly falling were the truly depraved people living their best lives. Partly because those types gave me ideas for new things to add to the dungeon.

Ryker looked me in the eye, and said, “I understand. I will pass on those messages to the adventurers. As well as the information about the fight with the Pharaoh, and the dangers of his scepter. I can’t promise that people will be entirely pleased to learn about the scepter’s properties, of course.”

“I would be truly shocked if there were any who openly rejoiced at the idea of what that scepter was capable of. Or, rather, I would be truly shocked if such a person was able to make such an admission in public without suffering the consequences for their foolish words. It would not surprise me in the slightest if there were people who would covet what the scepter can do, and long for what it might be capable of in their hands. But such people are generally too clever to speak openly about their desires, or too stupid to live long enough to be a danger.”

“I hate that you are right about that,” Ryker said.

“Well, why don’t you head back to the Safe Room and rest for a bit before deciding whether to continue on? I expect that a couple of your party members will need to adjust their armor a bit. The monsters and traps will not respawn, now that the boss is dead, so you can easily return here to either head back to the surface, or move forward, into the unknown. More importantly, you should order your new pets around a bit, so everyone can get used to all the changes.”

The Golden Knight frowned, but looked at the Bladewind Tempest, Avery. Fortunately for her, Avery worked as a girl’s name, as well. Julio, the archer, and Toby, the healer, would need to decide on new names, most likely. “Avery, do ten jumping jacks, and count them out.”

“Sure, boss,” Avery said, still unhappy with their whole situation, but unable to ignore a command. “One-aah!” Her first count became gasp as she started doing jumping jacks. By the time she got to ten, she was visibly weak in the knees. “W-what the fuck was that?”

My chuckle brough all eyes back to me. “That was pleasure, my dear. Your collars give you physical pleasure whenever you obey your Master. Obey well enough, and you’ll cum without him even needing to touch you. Before long, you’ll all be eager to serve his every whim, whether it be in the dungeon, in the outside world, or even in bed. Congratulations, oh Golden Knight, on forming a harem of your own.”

“I didn’t ask for this!” Ryker protested.

“Of course not. But you have it, all the same. Oh, and when you get the chance, do look at what has become of the gem, now that your pet rogue is no longer trapped inside it.”

I laughed as I turned to mist and left them. I knew the properties of the gem, now that it was no longer holding a soul, but it would be far more entertaining to see them figure it out for themselves, and see what they would do with it. Mortals were always more interesting when you left them to their own devices, instead of dictating the path for them. As this whole event showcased perfectly.