Wicked Dungeon (Corrupted Dungeon Book 4) Read online

  WICKED DUNGEON

  Robin Rhodes

  Copyright © 2018 Robin Rhodes

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  This novel is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and incidents described in this publication are used fictitiously, or are entirely fictional.

  No part of this publication may be reported or transmitted, in any form or by any means, except by an authorized retailer, or with written permission of the publisher.

  Chapter One

 

  When Aaron's avatar finally respawned, he was in high spirits. Everything had gone according to plan. They'd gone better than according to plan.

  If he'd fought a fair battle with those adventurers he'd have beaten them easily, but for a change he'd put the fate of the dungeon above his personal whims and it was going well.

  While dead he'd checked the forums and wished he could see if anything had been posted about him. The restriction was frustrating. He didn't need to know any details, he just wanted to know if the adventurers had written about their good experience yet. He was sure they would—they were professionals, they'd known exactly what they were doing. They were the kind of people who would review every dungeon they went to, and the kind of people who would be listened to.

  More listened to than the police, especially. The police were getting more and more irrelevant by the day, and they had no idea how this new world worked. Gamers were the authority now, and the people who had just left his dungeon were definitely that.

  What he did do on the forums while he waited patiently for his avatar's return was to chat on the boards dedicated to Warriors Online. Most of the threads were a big nostalgia-fest relating to specific aspects of the game, but there were other threads, too. He liked talking on the threads unrelated to the game that were populated by people who had played the game.

  Right now he was talking to a girl about Kings in Castles, a long-running fantasy TV show that had been in the process of filming its final season when the Braxian Expansion hit. TV productions had been altered and canceled and the TV channels were mostly plagued with reruns according to the woman he chatted to now, BethMurayama#138. No one was sure whether the final season of Kings in Castles would even be filmed, never mind aired.

  You have to go and start stealing scripts. Aaron typed. I'm stuck down here as this lump of rock, I've got no chance of ever finding out if you don't.

  Beth said, I'm pretty sure a single paladin can't sneak past whatever guards they've got on those scripts to take them.

  I feel like gathering a party to raid the studio producing the show would be much easier than finding a party to raid a dungeon. We need to start gathering people.

  You might be right. And there's no party limit on the above world. Imagine all the fans storming that building at once. They'd stand no chance.

  As long as you promise you'll get me the script. I'm going to feel cheated if my genius is used without reward.

  I'd never cheat you. Maybe I could even come and give it to you in person. That'd be a fine addition to the dungeon wall, I'm sure. An original script from Kings in Castles.

  Aaron's avatar respawned shortly after that, but he ignored it for a while longer to talk to Beth. He actually had things in common with her, unlike Elizabeth and Delilah, who sat in their room and refused to talk to him unless he did something to force them. It was refreshing, to just have a normal conversation.

  In the end it reminded him too much of Dana and Dylan's easy interactions, though, and he logged off and went to find his slaves before he could get into a bad mood.

  They were still in the bedroom behind his dungeon core, Delilah strapped up in the stocks and Elizabeth lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

  Aaron stood for a moment, and neither of them responded. He wasn't sure Elizabeth was even aware he'd entered, but Delilah had looked up, then squarely averted her still cum-covered face, refusing to look at him.

  "Elizabeth," he said.

  She shut her eyes and took a deep breath for a moment before responding, "Yes?"

  "Go and undo Delilah from the stocks."

  Elizabeth quickly did as she was told, and Delilah slumped to the floor, all her energy depleted from being held in the contraption for hours and hours. She struggled to pull herself up off the ground and Elizabeth helped her. For a moment Aaron considered telling her to leave Delilah to do it herself, but resisted.

  "We're moving," he said.

  "Moving?" Delilah asked, still not having learned the same deference Elizabeth now had when she spoke to him. "Moving where?"

  "Moving to a ship. It'll be your new living quarters."

  "A boat?"

  "Come here," he said, holding out his hands.

  Elizabeth took a step forward, and Delilah dragged her back. "Don't go near him," she hissed.

  Elizabeth pulled herself free and came to stand by Aaron's side. She was still naked, but didn't appear to be ashamed of it anymore. Aaron rested an arm around her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. For a moment he almost abandoned his plans of showing them the ships and taking them straight back to the bed Elizabeth had just gotten off of, but Delilah looked like she would be exhausting to deal with right now so he ignored the smooth bare ass marked with his initials beside him and focused on getting them to their new quarters.

  "Come here," he said again. "I'm just going to teleport you."

  Delilah shook her head. "I'm not coming near you, you bastard."

  "Do you never learn? Do you want me to put you back in the stocks?"

  That made Delilah hesitate, and eventually she took small measured steps toward him. Aaron was unable to resist, and when she stood beside him he slapped her on her raw ass, still bruised from the beating, in order to make the physical contact that would teleport them.

  Delilah screamed in outrage when they arrived on the ship, and staggered away from him. Her hands were balled into fists and she looked ready to charge at him.

  "Don't be dramatic," Aaron said, tightening his arm around Elizabeth's waist as a warning. "Let me show you your room."

  He walked from where they were on deck, with the orcs working the ship, through a door that led to his private cabin. This room was much nicer than his quarters behind the dungeon core. Those had black stone walls and felt dank. Here there were wooden walls with tapestries hung on them. The bed was still a four-poster with ruby drapes, manacles intact, but there were no stocks. It looked like any captain's room he might have seen on TV.

  Elizabeth stayed by his side looking at her feet instead of around the room. Delilah appeared in the doorway, and her face didn't change.

  He'd expected them to be impressed by the quarters he was giving them, but instead they didn't care.

  He dropped his hand from Elizabeth's waist and folded his arms. "This is where you'll be living from now on," he said. "And things can be added or taken away as I please, so don't annoy me." To demonstrate this, he clicked a finger and the clothes on Delilah's body vanished. "See."

  Delilah hurried to cover herself, and the loud rattle of something falling on the floor echoed in the cabin.

  She bent down to pick it up, holding it to her chest.

  Aaron had forgotten about her phone. He held her wrist now, tight enough that she was forced to release the phone due to the pain. it fell on the floor again. "I'll be taking that," he said.

  He was sure that she would have used it, but he wasn't worried. There was nothing she could have told Mark that he wouldn't already know, nothing that could damage Aaron.

  Tears gathered in Delilah's eyes as Aaron pocketed the phone, but they didn't fall. "I hate you," she said, ha
nds still covering her tits and pussy.

  Aaron only grinned. "I'm sure you do."

  He looked at his two naked slaves, standing in their room, both on the verge of tears, and was about to instruct them to get onto the bed when the female voice inside his head said, You have one new private message from BethMurayama#138.

  After a last look at his slaves, he said, "Stay in your room," then went above deck to read his message.

  I have a billion questions that aren't Kings in Castles related, I thought I'd just PM you instead. Especially since some of them aren't message board appropriate. ;)

  Aaron swallowed thickly, and sent a response asking her what she wanted to know, before teleporting back to the room in his dungeon core and grabbing Gonzo's cage.

  He was going to have to find somewhere aboard his ship to designate as his own private quarters. He didn't trust the lizard alone with his slaves, and he didn't want to respond to any questions Beth might have that required a winking emoji with Elizabeth's sad eyes distracting him, either.

  Chapter Two

 

  In between talking to Beth, Aaron finally started thinking about what he was going to do with his gauntlet. It wasn't difficult enough as it currently stood, and there was so much potential with the design to make things difficult for people there.

  He was on the cusp of leveling up, and just a few more creatures straying into his dungeon and being slaughtered by the orcs there would push him over the precipice.

  What he got was even better. A party of just two stumbled into his dungeon through the new entrance that the police hadn't discovered yet, and clearly they had no idea what they were doing. The pair, two women who looked similar enough that they might be related in some way, were both DPS and both still Level 2. They managed to get themselves killed in the very first room of his dungeon.

  "Wow," Aaron said, as he watched them hit the orcs with their non-magical weapons and tears flow down their faces as they took damage. "I really didn't think that first room would manage to kill anything except birds and stray cats."

  They fell at the first hurdle, though, and that easily pushed Aaron over the threshold and into Level Four. His stats were boosted and he was given access to another talent to pick. He already had his brand securely in his inventory, so picking another wasn't necessary. Instead he focused again on his personal combat. He'd enjoyed the fight with the last adventurers a lot, and wanted to make sure it wasn't as close next time.

  The ability he picked for himself was enrage most. If his health dropped below 30 percent he would become enraged, and would take 25 percent less damage and his attacks would inflict 25 percent more damage. It would allow him to go down fighting against anyone, and he had the ability to respawn, unlike them.

  He liked the idea of lulling someone into the false sense of security that they could beat him and then turning it around at the last minute. Information on dungeon abilities was lacking, too, and so his abilities would be a surprise for most people, he was sure.

  Now he had the Credits available to start changing things about his gauntlet.

  He had no intention of changing the integral design of the thing like with the desert biome. He was a fan of the concept—the single, thin path that had alarmingly sharp drops down either side with a chamber below that separated the party from one another. The first time he'd had Elizabeth and Aiden in there was the most fun he'd had in his dungeon, and he wanted to recapture that. It had all gone downhill since then, and he was trying to bring himself back to the enjoyment of watching Aiden's face crumple as he pounded his cock into Elizabeth's ass.

  That meant going darker.

  Right now there was nothing in the glass chambers that adventurers fell into. It was up to Aaron to make the magic happen. He liked the idea of watching, though. He could keep his hands clean and just watch people ruin their own lives.

  They were the ones that had chosen to come into his dungeon, after all. They were the ones who had been stupid enough to fall off the gauntlet and end up in their predicament.

  His first plan was to increase the danger on the thin walkway that led to the end of his dungeon. He'd been lucky that first time that the poisons and hallucinogens had been so strong from the cacti and lizards in his desert. He didn't want to take that risk again. Instead he upped the number of orcs around the walkway, putting ranged classes on small platforms around the wall where they would have a good vantage point to fire attack after attack at any adventurers. He put some melee orcs on the walkway, too, on the off chance that they might catch someone out and force them over the edge.

  He toyed with the idea of putting hidden doors on the walkway where lizards could hide, but none of the lizards had abilities that would help him with his plan of getting people to fall off the side of the gauntlet, and he didn't want them to be in a position where they could be easily killed. With such little defense, and looking so much like Gonzo, he felt bad whenever he put the lizards in vulnerable positions.

  Instead of trap doors he could hide lizards behind, he made some of the stone tiles of the walkway unstable so that they would wobble or disappear completely when someone stood on them. That would have a good chance of destabilizing people.

  Satisfied, he moved down to the lower layer, where he could really start to have some fun.

  One side was always going to stay empty. Most of the enjoyment came from making one person, who was physically fine, endure the emotional torment of watching someone on the other side suffering.

  What he really had to decide was how they were going to suffer.

  His options were endless as he looked through his various abilities and monsters. The lizards would be better in this room, and they had countless interesting side effects from their bites to play around with. Paralysis, aphrodisiac, hallucinogen.

  He hummed, the memory of taking Elizabeth that first time playing over and over again in his mind. He tried to pinpoint exactly what it was about that encounter that had been so perfect.

  He decided it was the fact that she'd wanted it. She had humiliated her boyfriend because she'd been begging for it. She'd been desperate to fuck Aaron, and that had made it all worth it.

  So he didn't fill the room with anything that would do any damage. Instead he filled it with sirens. Beautiful, long-haired, blonde women with legs for days and perfect tits that didn't wear anything to hide them. They sang their gorgeous song and Aaron got hard just watching them look around the bare room, getting used to their new existence.

  He gave them a big circular bed to lie on, and dotted aphrodisiac-laced lizards under the bed just in case anyone could possibly need a helping hand when surrounded by these goddesses.

  The women sat on the bed, none of them shy. They spread their legs as they got comfortable, and when they touched each other as they maneuvered around to find a spot they just giggled and gave each other smoldering looks.

  Aaron wished he had a way to make the lizards bite the sirens, but they weren't interested. A siren orgy was exactly how he felt like spending his afternoon.

  Instead, he pulled his attention away from his new gauntlet, pleased with what he'd done, and went to the forums where he had a private message from Beth waiting for him.

  He had no idea what Beth looked like, but if she did come to his dungeon, he liked the idea of her reaching that gauntlet.

  Being on the other side of the glass and being forced to watch her and the sirens without being able to touch would be the highest form of torture.

  Chapter Three

 

  Aiden sat in the back of an SUV with papers on his lap and people gathered around him. They were many more people than could legally fit into the vehicle, but the law meant less and less every day.

  What was more important was making sure everyone was completely prepared before they entered Aaron's dungeon again, and that included Aiden.

  He'd been hot under the collar all morning with anticipation, and the closer they got
to the entrance of the vile thing, the worse it got. Anything could happen down there, even if information from the message Mark had received suggested that there hadn't been a lot of changes since he'd been below ground.

  Aiden looked at the girl sitting on his right. Amber was a newer recruit, but understood the Braxian Expansion better than most and had worked tirelessly even before Aiden had gone into the dungeon to level up. She was a paladin, and would be an integral part to their success.

  And she wore perfume that Aiden really liked. It was a dark mix of spices that tickled his nostrils and kept him grounded as she pressed her chest into his arm to make sure she was reading everything on his piece of paper properly.

  "You've already read this a thousand times," Aiden said to her. "You must know it off by heart by now."

  "I do. I could recite it in my sleep." She looked up at him with big blue eyes and gave an impish grin. "But it never hurts to make double sure, does it?"

  It was in complete opposition to how Aiden usually approached everything—to how he'd approached going into Aaron's dungeon the first time, when he'd led his girlfriend down there without knowing any better—and that was why he doubly appreciated having her on the team.

  "You're right about that," he said, biting his tongue on his own doubts. He was the leader here, and he needed to keep his head. Everyone else was allowed to have doubts, but he had to be strong.

  The rest of officers in the SUV were murmuring their spell rotations under their breath, reading over notes they'd made about what kind of enemies they were going to face in there, and what to do if they came across Aaron in the flesh.

  It was widely acknowledged that they would kill the dungeon master even if it didn't permanently end his life.

  He could still feel pain.

  And Aiden wanted to inflict as much pain on the guy as he could.

  There wasn't even any guarantee that Elizabeth was still alive down there.