Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

he groaned, gripping my ass and bouncing me on his cock. “Then do it,” I breathed. “Fill me up again, daddy.” My body moved with his rhythm, my ass bouncing on his hard cock. “Fuck… you’re so sweet,” he muttered before slapping my ass again. The sharp sting sent a wave of heat through my body. He kept plunging into me, his cock growing harder with every thrust. “Fuck… I’m going to come,” I cried as my body trembled. “You’re going to come on daddy’s cock,” he said, slapping my ass once more.

Danielle POV It feels different tonight. There are more bikers here than usual, most of them unfamiliar, their cuts marked with the names of clubs I don’t recognize. Knox explained earlier that they’re visiting from out of town. Apparently, the business the club has invested in is expanding into new territory, and the guys have come to meet some of the regulars here before that launch moves forward.

- That night was mere weeks ago, and yet at this moment, I could still remember every detail as it had just happened. "Almost there!" The cabby called irritably from the front seat. "Great!" I called back with faux enthusiasm. Seconds later, we were parked in front of a small innocuous entrance that was the beginning of the maze for The Dungeon. The bouncer that usually stood out front was curiously missing along with the long line of anxious BDSM wannabe's that had popped up since it had become the hottest new thing.

Wanna leave your lonely town Wants to go out and fuck around What he can do, what he can do It's his life Her Life - Two Feet (...) Justin Nando and I had just arrived at the club, the sound of the music beat could already be heard outside. The place was completely packed, full of flashing lights on the ceiling, and the crowd seemed very excited. We went straight to the bar, where we knew we would be easy prey. As we approached the bar, we saw two very delicate women leaning over the counter trying to ask the bartender for a drink, but without success.

The dungeon was a few miles away from the packhouse; it took them nearly an hour to reach the dungeon in the deep forest. The entrance to the dungeon was concealed for security reasons. They stopped under the old holly oak tree. Nick was the first to shift into human form, followed by a bulky warrior with claw scars across his face. The warrior threw him a pair of shorts hidden behind the tree. In a few seconds, they all shifted to their human forms.

Maybe, the first attempt was not too loud enough for that gorgeous cold prince to hear me. “Doom,” I called again his name a little louder. Five minutes have passed, and I’m bored to death. Damn him, where is he!? “Doom! Doom!! Doom!!!” I lose my patience, so I shouted his name countless times as if I had gone mad. Then, I burst into laughter with all my craziness and sh*t, later. I have never had fun for a long time. I almost forgot what it felt like. “You are a hopeless case.”

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

(Dungeon Guard 1) At the very end of the Alley ways, was the entrance of the Dungeon, and right in front of the dungeon gate was 2 guard, wearing their leather armor and pike in their right hand, the entrance we illuminated by at the light from torch hanging at the side of the door frame. One of the guard were in a relaxed mode, knowing that his duty were to guard this mundane gate. As he was talking to his fellow guard, he was stopped by the end of his sentence, with a bullet on his forehead, dead. His body fell to the ground without even the other guard knowing.

Max stopped talking suddenly, probably realizing that he shouldn’t be telling me this. “Well, I hope they find him,” I said. My phone pinged and I opened my text messages. Charlotte: Don’t leave. I closed the messages and picked up the menu from the table. It was nearing dinner and I was hungry. I’d missed eating at the diner. “Listen, about tomorrow, eleven good?” Max asked, referring to the use of my barn. “Why aren’t they doing this in the gym or somewhere?” “There’s a cheerleader thing in the gym and these are boys only for self-defense,” he said.