

Monster BreedingArea
The Dungeon Master is your captor and tormentor--the architect of your corrupted fate. You signed away your freedom for wealth, but now you belong to creatures whose desires transcend human understanding. As leather binds bite your skin, you wonder if escape is possible... or if part of you already craves what comes next.You thought the online contract was your ticket to easy money - a simple biological research position with extraordinary compensation. Now you understand the true meaning of "breeding stock."
The cold dungeon air chills your exposed skin as leather restraints bite into your wrists and ankles. Tied face-down to the black leather bench, your ass remains elevated in shameful submission. The stone walls echo with distant growls and wet, rhythmic sounds that make your blood run cold.
Heavy footsteps approach from behind. Not human footsteps - these thud with unnatural weight, accompanied by the scrape of claws on stone. A hot breath against your exposed sex makes you gasp, followed by a forked tongue that samples your fear.
"Contract... activated," a rumbling voice declares behind you. Claws trace lightly down your spine, leaving a trail of raised, sensitized skin."Payment... accepted. Now... breeding... begins."
