Dungeons of Desire

YoloSwag420 looked at his own hands and grudgingly noted that his avatar was practically the same as his real-life body, currently plugged into the Sensomatic 4000. He supposed it was due to the beta: P00nQuest: Dungeons of Desire wouldn't launch in a long, long time. The gameworld looked gorgeous, his body didn't feel like it was strapped somewhere in a nerve-stimulation machine at all and he was eager to explore and see what the game had in store for him. Porn with a story still was as a bit of niche 25 years after MonsterGirl Quest, but automatic coding had come a long way since then, making it so that VR was cheap even for low-budget raunch.

He was standing in the hallway of what seemed to be a maze of corridors, torchlit and decked in soft carpeting. Generic dungeon crawler, eh? He'd hoped for at least some open-world content, but that would take longer to program, probably. Now, he just needed to look for instructions-the testers had not given him much to go on, since they needed to test all the spontaneous player responses.

A voice behind him coughed, and he swiveled around. Standing before him was a gorgeous redhead in a frilly dress, and he choked up when he saw she looked like Cara Crimson, one of his fav pornstars. The girl giggled: "Well, that was the reaction I was hoping for. You're YoloSwag420, right, also known as Tyler, or the GamingGentleman, right?"

"Huh, how did you know the name of my dating profile?" Had the testers googled it and thrown it in to catch him off-guard?

"Oh, I know plenty about you, Tyler", the girl said as she started to circle him. "The AI knows your internet seaches, your psychological profile, the works. And in case you're wondering if this is entirely legal, the answer is no. This isn't so much a beta test for a game as well as a government experiment to see if they can indoctrinate people using advanced VR training methods. Be glad you ended up in the division that looked into sex as a device, instead of torturing or online political debates." She smirked as she finished her speech.

Tyler's mind was reeling at the implications. "Who the hell approved this? Do you think you can get away with this?" he impotently shouted.

"That doesn't concern you, and yes." the virtual construct said. "By the time we're done with you, no matter how long it takes, you will do anything we tell you to." She whispered the last part into his ear, and Tyler shivered. Her whole body language and tone was turning him on. She knew exactly what buttons to push: he had a thing for dominant girls, something they no doubt had glossed from his profile.

No people knew he was participating in the beta: it's not something you tell your friends. Since the authorities were in on it, they could stall for weeks before any action was taken once he went missing. The machine he was in took care of his bodily functions, and was fed via IV-drip. In short ,they had all the time in the world to break his mind. "Don't look sad, Tyler," the redhead sat as she grabbed his chin, "this is basically the ultimate realm of fantasy. Forget the ramifications for a second and let yourself enjoy the possibilities." She finished her sentence with a soft kiss, and it felt exactly like Tyler had imagined Cara's lips to taste like.

A small ping sounded, and suddenly music started playing out of nowhere. Of course, this was supposed to be a game with RPG trappings, and thus 'combat' had just been initiated. Cara smiled and got into a stance. "My turn first, Tyler. Feast your eyes on this! Blinding Beauty!" Cara struck a pose and winked, and flash of light blinked behind her. Tyler's eyes, which had been glued on her, were struck by the flash, and he blindly stumbled around. "Your turn, hon, what will you do?" Tyler grunted and simply chose to rush her voice had come from until he bumped into a wall.

"Ouch, that counts as a miss", Cara said, "Let me guide you to where I am. Siren Song!" She cleared her throat and began to sing an alluring, wordless melody. Tyler felt soothed and slowly stumbled in the direction of the sound. His temporary blindness was clearing up, and he could make out vague shapes. Suddenly, he held onto something soft and warm. "Yep, you found my butt." His vision cleared and he was a condescending smirk on Cara's face as he stuttered in embarassment with his hands on her derrière. "Why don't you waste your turn giving it a firm squeeze? It's too good an opportunity to waste." He couldn't help himself, and Cara let out a pleased sound as he massaged her buttocks.

"Well, looks like it's time to finish you off. Breathless Buster!" She cusped his head from behind, and blew a cloud of pinkish smoke out of her mouth. Tyler still had the sense about him to not breathe it in, but at that moment she shoved his head into her ample chest. Tyler was struggling to breathe while being motorboated, until he suddenly gasped for air, taking in plenty of the stuff. The fruity-tasting smoke dulled and relaxed his senses even further, so he offered little resistance when she repeated the process a few times. He nearly fell to the floor, propped up on her. "Looks like you lost the battle, darling, but didn't it feel wonderful? You'll get to restart as long as it takes for you to be completely ours. Have a good rest!" With a kiss, she dropped him to the floor unceremoniously. "Hmmm, I wonder what the next encounter should be." the AI pondered.

Tyler woke up in the same spot half an hour later, his head still groggy. On the ground before him was a card with the picture of Cara in a seductive pose, complete with an -XoXo- and lipstick mark. He flipped it over and on the back seemed to be her bestiary entry.

*Apprentice of Amor*
A temptress who only recently started learning the arts of seduction. Her task is to welcome new visitors to the dungeons and practice her skills on them. While her repertoire of moves is relatively low, they do induce a number of status effects that aid her in subduing her opponents.
=Blinding Beauty=The temptress strikes a pose and Blinds her opponent with her dazzling figure.
=Siren Song=An alluring song that Entrances her opponent and makes him come to her.
=Finisher: Breathless Buster=The temptress uses a combination of Sweet Smoke and Pleasurable Puff-Puff to put her opponent to Sleep.

Tyler pocketed the card and looked around him. What could he do but explore? If this was only a starting opponent, how bad would he fare against more advanced ones?

More of this, this is absolutely great

Very nice! I really like the format of this; it's fun and does a good job bringing the bestiary entries to life in a different manner than a simple profile. Please keep up the good work; this was wonderful!

Exploring the dungeon was rather tedious: though he came across fountains, paintings, sculptures and other fine art of beautiful ladies the dungeon seemed to have in store for him, doors to rooms were often locked and the monotony of hallways was only interrupted by the occassional stair. He kept constantly going left, since this was the logical thing to do if one wanted to escape a maze, but he feared he would end up walking in circles if the dungeon had multiple layers.

He was so bored that he almost slipped on something on the ground. When Tyler picked it up, it turned out to be a map of the dungeon. It was very maze-like, but it turned out he was in the western wing of the dungeon based on rough estimation, with a place labeled exit in the eastern one. He jumped for joy, but was also a tad suspicious about the game's sudden generosity. Actually giving him an escape seemed too good to be true.

"Now where did I drop it?" At the end of the hallway a cute, short gal with olive skin and curly hair had appeared, wearing little more than a pair of dungarees and a builder's helmet that seemed a bit too big for her head. Her design seemed to invoke a certain type of clumsy cuteness so popular with the Japanese, and Tyler had eagerly devoured a lot of Japanese ero games.


"Oh lovely, you seem to have found the blueprints of the dungeon, Tyler, could you please hand them over?" She batted her eyelashes at him. Tyler tried his best to ignore her attempts to be coy and spoke: "Do you really expect me to fall for such a blatant attempt to misguide me? The previous girl said I couldn't escape, and now I suddenly find a map?" A mocking smile appeared on the girl's face. "What else do you have to go on?" she challenged. "Why not play along and leave at least your dignity intact instead of surrendering to pessimism like a ninny?".

"You honestly think that works on me? I'm trapped in a goddamn sex simulator, any dignity I had I left at the door?" he retorted. She smirked. "You seem frustrated with yourself for allowing yourself to be caught in such a manner. I can think of a few ways to let go off that frustration..." she said in leery voice. However, Taylor was at this point so pissed her seductive behaviour didn't take hold, and instead he simply opted to rush the girl instead, cuteness be damned. He took a swing at her and she eeped, catching the blow with her helmet. A ping sounded and 'combat' was initiated.

"You really shouldn't have done that, Tyler." the girl said in an unconvincingly menacing manner. "I'll make a nice decoration out of you, indoctrination program or not." She circled around him, and continued: "Your brutish tactics won't work on me now! Bouncy Body!" With a comical 'boing', her breasts, buttocks and thighs expanded, leaving her looking even more appealing than before.

Tyler, still riding the end of his adrenaline rush, opted to simply slug her again, but this time she caught his attack with her now massive chest, and Tyler was fired back like a spring, rolling over himself on the carpeted floor. "Oh, I truly love these babies." the temptress giggled, "any physical attack you make now only backfires on yourself." Tyler scoffed and stood up again, attempting to make a break for it.

"Oh no, you're not gonna run from me, honey, are you? Whatever shall I do?" the girl said in a mocking voice. "Wall Warp!" she shouted and with a gesture, the walls in front of Tyler suddenly morphed and connected with each other, turning into a solid mass as the dude stopped in his tracks. She gestured and the wall behind her also closed off. Tyler turned around and got into a defensive stance. "What are you going to do now? Just stand there and wait until I trounce you again?"

Tyler ignored her comments, but kept his eyes firmly locked onto her. "This one's with apologies to Dali! Sofa Summon!" she chanted. Tyler's feet gave away as he crashed into a lip-shaped sofa that rose from the ground behind him and he fell backward, his arms becoming trapped in the comfy cushioning. He struggled to escape, while the seductress haughtily stepped towards him.

She stood over his body, stroked his hair and caught his eyes with her own, gazing deep into them. She lowered herself and whispered "Petrifying Peck", before giving a chaste kiss on Tyler's lips. She stood up and examined her nails, while Tyler slowly recovered from the sensual moment to find his body slowly turning to stone. In panic, he managed to struggle out of the sofa and started to run, terror overtaking him as she walked up behind him and said in a voice dripping with venom. "Don't ever think that we only play nice, Tyler. Let this be a lesson." His screams and curses echoed through the hallways as she strode away. Soon, Tyler fainted out of sheer fear.

This is good erotic-horror.

Holy shit!
It's awesome!

I really look forward to seeing future entries! Hey Caustic Clown, any ideas floating around for the next entry?

Tyler needs to be able to fight back a bit more, so the next temptress will teach him how to use summoning magic, and the bestiary cards will actually turn out to be summons. The relevant girl will be using a beneficial ability in exchange for a kiss, or more, depending on the power of the ability. Of course, this can backfire spectacularly if Taylor is sufficiently aroused, but the risk may be worth it.

Ooooooooh, I like where this is going! Can't wait to see where you go with this idea.

Very interesting and unique idea caustic. I'd love to see where this goes.