A. Hamilton - Forced To Breed With The Dungeon Beasts

This is going to be the best vacation EVER! Amy Trent squealed as she drove the rental car along the tree-lined road that led to the English village of Slaybury. She and her best friend Sally Wyndham had been driving since they had landed at the airport in London four hours ago. Their homes in central New York seemed like a distant memory now they were surrounded by English hills and trees.

It seems like a long way to come to see a tiny village, Sally said from the passenger seat. She had a large map unfolded on her knees and she studied it carefully, tracing every twist and turn in the road. The village is hardly even on the mapjust its name and a tiny dot of buildings.

Hey, Amy said mocking seriousness, that tiny dot is where my dads ancestors come from. I have great grandparents buried in the cemetery. So please be more respectful of my roots.

Sally rolled her eyes. Just so long as there are hot guys there. We could have spent this vacation on a beach sunning our bods and having guys hit on us. Instead, were going to be in a village looking at the ancient roots of your family tree.

Youre forgetting something, Sallythe freaking castle!

Looking up from the map, Sally seemed blase about the whole castle thing. Yeah, a castle. Big whoop.

Amy shook her head at her friend. Her long blond locks tumbled over her blue eyes and she brushed them away. You need to get some culture in you, girl!

I need to get something in me all right, Sally replied, but it aint culture.

Sally! Amy sounded disgusted.

Well you may be into castles and history and all that shit but Id rather have a muscular Englishman bend me over and take me hard from behind.

Sally!

I wonder if Englishmen have big cocks.

Amy locked her eyes on the road ahead and remained quiet.

Oh come on, Im just kidding you. You really need to lose that nerd exterior, Amy. Remember how you got teased in High School?

High School is over. I dont need to remember how I got bullied by a bunch of cruel girls. Were women now and we should act more grown up.

Youve always acted the samelike youre afraid of boys and the whole sex thing.

Amy shrugged. Im just saving myself for when I meet the right man.

Youll never meet him if you avoid the male population at all costs.

I do not avoid the male population. I see Denny regularly.

Yeah, to play video games. And you only see him online. Seriously, Amy, you need to loosen up some. She consulted the map. Take a left turn up ahead.

A tiny wooden sign with the word Slaybury painted on it in black paint was the only indication of the nearby village. Amy took the turn and they found themselves on a narrow road bordered with high hedgerows and thick stands of trees.

Your dads family come from a village in the middle of nowhere, Sally announced. She laid her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes. She was pretty, with dark hair that reached her shoulders in light curls and dark brown eyes that seemed able to enchant guys. Amy wished she had Sallys confidence with the opposite sex. She just felt so awkward around boys. So she hid her figure in loose-fitting clothing and wore thick-rimmed glasses to hide her face as best she could. She didnt want her life to be like this, timid and quiet, but she couldnt be any other way. She knew that nothing could change her.

Little did Amy know that in a few hours, she would be on her knees naked in a dungeon begging to be fucked by a huge ugly beast while she stroked a second beasts thick cock with her small fingers and waited obediently for it to cum over her tits.

Sighing, she drove into the village of Slaybury and parked in a small gravelled area near a handful of shops.

Were here, she said to Sally.

Her friend woke up and looked around. This is it? A pub and a few houses? Where are we going to stay? I think we should go back to London, find a nice hotel, check out the night life

They have rooms at the pub, Amy said. Itll be quaint.

Quaint my ass, Sally complained, getting out of the car. The day was sunny and warm but there were no people about. Its quiet, Sally said. Too quiet.

Dont be so dramatic, Amy said, climbing out of the car. She looked around and took a deep breath of fresh air. Lets go check out the pub and get directions to the castle.

Sally sighed. Fine.

The pub was called The Broken Cross and it was noisy inside with villagers drinking and talking but as soon as the girls stepped inside, the place became deathly silent. Amy felt like every pair of eyes in the place were burning into her. She blushed and looked at the floor. A big bald barman in his fifties came over, wiping glasses with a dirty white cloth and looking at the two American girls.

Can I help you ladies?

Amy remained quiet so Sally spoke up. Were looking for the castle.

Oh, is that right? He looked beyond them to the drinkers sitting at scarred wooden tables around a stone fireplace. And why do you want to go to Slaybury castle?

Good question, Sally said.

Imy dads family are from the village, Amy said quietly, and he used to tell me about the castle when I was a little girl.

The bartender raised an eyebrow. From around these parts, eh? Whats your name?

AmyAmy Trent.

Trent is it? Well we have a few Trents buried in the churchyard but the last of the family left for America in the sixties.

Amy nodded. That would be my grandparents and my dad.

He eyed her closely. So why have you come back?

Amy cleared her throat nervously. Just to see the castle.

He leaned over the bar toward them and grinned but there was no mirth in his expression. Well you two take my advice. Go and have a look at the castle while its still daylight but after that, go back to London or whichever city you came from and dont come back to Slaybury again.

We wanted to stay here overnight, Sally said. Amy realized that her friend hadnt wanted to stay a few minutes ago but now she saw it as a challenge and Sally couldnt resist a challenge.

A murmur went up from the patrons at the tables.

No, no, that wont do, the barman said, shaking his head. We cant have young girls like you two in the village overnight. Anything could bloody happen!

Were not girls, were twenty three, Sally said through gritted teeth. If there was anything Sally hated, it was being talked down to. And she wasnt about to take it from this English pub owner.

Come on, Amy said, lets go.

No. You wanted to see the castle and we will see the castle. She stared resolutely at the barman. Are you going to tell us where it is or do we have to go looking for ourselves?

One of the drinkers, an old man with a white beard, spoke up. Let them go, Dave. Maybe if them two go to Slaybury Castle, itll stop thehappeningsfor a while.

The barman looked at the old man. But theyre just two young women, Frank. What about the

Let them go, the old man repeated.

The barman looked genuinely concerned. He looked at the girls and whispered, Be sure to get back to the village by sundown.

Oh, please, Sally said, rolling her eyes. This isnt some Hammer horror movie. Wheres the damn castle?

Take the path behind the pub. It leads into the woods all the way to Slaybury Castle. You can look around the ruined parts of the castle but dont try to get into the parts that are still standing and have their doors closed.

Thanks, Sally said, turning to the door. Lets go, Amy.

Its noon now, the barman said. Itll be getting dark in a few hours. Be in your car and on your way by teatime.

Sally rolled her eyes again. You guys have seen too many bad horror movies.

Outside, the sunlight seemed bright after the dark dingy interior of The Broken Cross. They found the tiny path leading into the woods and started along it.