The Beasts' Breeding Dungeon 3 by Bree Bellucci
Authors: Bree Bellucci
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THE BEASTS' BREEDING DUNGEON 3:
The Overlord's Depraved Tales
By
Bree Bellucci
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
The Beasts' Breeding Dungeon 3: The
Overlord's Depraved Tales
Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci
This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material
The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
* * * * *
THE BEASTS' BREEDING DUNGEON 3:
The Overlord's Depraved Tales
* * * * *
“Crap!” Ava exclaimed, sucking on her sore
finger. She had gotten it caught in the sewing machine, this wasn't
the time to become distracted by thinking of all the different ways
she could try to escape. She had been held captive at Valanya for
six days now and her days were beginning to blur together. She was
slowly making progress with The Overlord and she was finding that
the more willing she was in bed paid off double outside the
bedroom. The Overlord had stayed true to his word and was rewarding
Ava for her good behavior. The sewing machine was his latest gift
to her and Ava was adding an embellishment to a basic black skirt
that had been hanging in her closet.
She was passing the time after breakfast
until her meeting with The Overlord late that morning. Breakfast
had been yet another horrible display this morning, a two-headed
grotesque Siamese-twin fucked three women on the breakfast table.
To make matters worse, her best friend Michelle had been one of
those women and it seemed like she had enjoyed every minute. Ava
hardly recognized Michelle now. Her friend was already getting a
reputation for being one of the most slutty and most showy
prisoners to ever be held captive. Ava was still convinced that she
was being slipped some sort of additional aphrodisiac.
While Ava was making some leeway with The
Overlord she still felt her plans of escape were pathetic. She had
barely said three words to Franco over the past few days and she
had no access to the turret where Mia was being held. Michelle was
of course a useless case, and Jolie remained tight-lipped though
Ava knew she would be able to count on her when the time came.
It was strange, for as monstrous as The
Overlord was, he seemed to have a soft and tender side and Ava
almost felt guilty for taking advantage of him in such a way. Then
she reminded herself that she was also being held prisoner in a sex
dungeon. She and Michelle should have returned home by now and she
wondered what her fiancé Drew was going to do. Ava imagined his
desperation and fear at not being able to contact her over the past
week. Thinking of Drew only upset her more, and Ava tried to push
all thoughts of him aside; it made things too hard.
She worked for another hour and a half and
when she had finally created the skirt she had in mind, she
realized that she had only five minutes until she would be
summoned. She quickly dressed in a white blouse and white skirt
with strappy red heels. She had learned that The Overlord, or
Master as she was sometimes allowed to call him, preferred her
dressed in white. Just as she fastened the last strap on her shoe,
a knock came at the door. She opened it to find Franco waiting for
her.
“I’m here to collect you,” he said in a
professional tone. Ava tried not to hide her excitement at the
chance to speak with Franco and she nodded as she followed him out
into the hallway.
“Have you come up with anything?” he
whispered as they walked to the elevator.
“No. I’m racking my brain.”
“We need some type of special event. I heard
that many years ago The Overlord threw a ball. There was once a
human he loved very dearly
The Overlord's Depraved Tales
By
Bree Bellucci
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
The Beasts' Breeding Dungeon 3: The
Overlord's Depraved Tales
Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci
This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material
The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
* * * * *
THE BEASTS' BREEDING DUNGEON 3:
The Overlord's Depraved Tales
* * * * *
“Crap!” Ava exclaimed, sucking on her sore
finger. She had gotten it caught in the sewing machine, this wasn't
the time to become distracted by thinking of all the different ways
she could try to escape. She had been held captive at Valanya for
six days now and her days were beginning to blur together. She was
slowly making progress with The Overlord and she was finding that
the more willing she was in bed paid off double outside the
bedroom. The Overlord had stayed true to his word and was rewarding
Ava for her good behavior. The sewing machine was his latest gift
to her and Ava was adding an embellishment to a basic black skirt
that had been hanging in her closet.
She was passing the time after breakfast
until her meeting with The Overlord late that morning. Breakfast
had been yet another horrible display this morning, a two-headed
grotesque Siamese-twin fucked three women on the breakfast table.
To make matters worse, her best friend Michelle had been one of
those women and it seemed like she had enjoyed every minute. Ava
hardly recognized Michelle now. Her friend was already getting a
reputation for being one of the most slutty and most showy
prisoners to ever be held captive. Ava was still convinced that she
was being slipped some sort of additional aphrodisiac.
While Ava was making some leeway with The
Overlord she still felt her plans of escape were pathetic. She had
barely said three words to Franco over the past few days and she
had no access to the turret where Mia was being held. Michelle was
of course a useless case, and Jolie remained tight-lipped though
Ava knew she would be able to count on her when the time came.
It was strange, for as monstrous as The
Overlord was, he seemed to have a soft and tender side and Ava
almost felt guilty for taking advantage of him in such a way. Then
she reminded herself that she was also being held prisoner in a sex
dungeon. She and Michelle should have returned home by now and she
wondered what her fiancé Drew was going to do. Ava imagined his
desperation and fear at not being able to contact her over the past
week. Thinking of Drew only upset her more, and Ava tried to push
all thoughts of him aside; it made things too hard.
She worked for another hour and a half and
when she had finally created the skirt she had in mind, she
realized that she had only five minutes until she would be
summoned. She quickly dressed in a white blouse and white skirt
with strappy red heels. She had learned that The Overlord, or
Master as she was sometimes allowed to call him, preferred her
dressed in white. Just as she fastened the last strap on her shoe,
a knock came at the door. She opened it to find Franco waiting for
her.
“I’m here to collect you,” he said in a
professional tone. Ava tried not to hide her excitement at the
chance to speak with Franco and she nodded as she followed him out
into the hallway.
“Have you come up with anything?” he
whispered as they walked to the elevator.
“No. I’m racking my brain.”
“We need some type of special event. I heard
that many years ago The Overlord threw a ball. There was once a
human he loved very dearly
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