I'm Dogmaston

In the fortress (Sewer) of Lord Khakin, and in the (dungeon No. 11), several surprises occurred that I did not imagine.

Not a single day in my entire life did I imagine that my nudity would be exposed in front of a crowd of men, and my feminine sensibilities would not have for a moment, that I would expose it with my own hands, trying to seduce so many radioactive human beasts.

But the shocking scene happened, and the human bears who locked us up with it went on a rampage, and they swooped.

The mission of Amid, Fusan, and Wahara was impossible to protect me, but they willingly accepted it.

The terrifying scene meant only tearing me parts between their deadly muscle sleeves, that is, ra*ing me to death.

A perfect storm.

And they decided to protect me, even if they died for this reason... The first for glory, the second for love, the third for friendship.

As if the event had moved in slow motion, while my heart was beating, my pupils were expanding in violent emotion, and the sound of snarls, grunts, and lustful grunting was almost deafening, Amid planted his fingers in the quarry of the first attackers and uprooted his eyes, Fussan with a massive punch on the face of the second turned him into a shapeless bulk.

And Wahara planted her teeth in the third's neck and tore it apart, but all this did not concern me, or perhaps it did not satisfy me, the fall of victims reduces the number of wanted to free me from the spell.

Of the curse hundred handsome.

98 was left, and now there's the Soma buzzing out of the sheath.

The very moment one of the sixty prisoners grabbed my a*s, ready to ra*e me.

Oh, my God! I mean, how excited! Now Soma will reduce the number of wanted, and slaughter him.

I clapped happily, and Omid yells at me as he receives a punch on his right ear:

"You're crazy, my lady. you're gonna kill us all."

I noticed that I overreacted, while the plenty overcame courage in the end.

Some began to turn around my three comrades to occupy them, allowing that intruder to grab my a*s, take out his black pe*is, determined to ra*e me if that was the last thing he did in his life, and Soma was embedded in his chest and crossed his heart at lightning speed, and came out of his back bloodied.

And the man fell a lifeless raunchy corpse!

While my comrades get several hot blows, from more than twenty men, one of the tribesmen approaches the fallen corpse wondering in bewilderment:

"What killed him?"

I was attacked by a human cave dweller shouting immeasurably rude and obscene:

"Let him go to hell, Don't cry over spilled milk."

He pushed me and I fell on my back, screaming in pain, then he tried to kiss me with thick pink lips, which looked contrasting with his dark brown skin, frightening, and he fell over me.

He did not move a finger.

In front of everyone's eyes Soma pierced his temple from left to right and came out stained with the remains of his brain, and here they all stopped, even those who were punching my comrades froze tight, while I had a mixture of fear, happiness, and emotion for the number of wanted to drop to 96, and maybe even to 50... The numbers here are abundant, and they are all willing in my body.

But the second surprise of that night was completely unexpected.

The largest of the men landed on his knees, looking like the leader of their largest tribe, inserted his repulsive penis in respect, and bowed his head to me saying:

"All greetings to you, holy b*tch."

Wahara wriggled by those who were beating her, her body was filled with pink and blue bruises, and crawled towards me, looking at Soma returning to the sheath, and the rest of the men kneeling like the Big Boss, chanting his same strange words, I whispered to her:

"Do they say to me, bi*ch?" It's a lack of taste, no doubt."

Amid and Fawsan approached me and they got their share of bloody bruises on every inch of their faces, heads, and beautiful muscular trunks, so believe it or not I wished to feel those bodies now, kiss them and feel for them, and Wahara whispering quickly and intelligently:

"Keep up with them, my lady, they think that you are the pagan goddess (Dogmasten), the bitch of the Holy heavenly gods, who carried a flying knife, with which she opens the membranes of virgins so that they become women capable of satisfying men and achieving wealth," she said.

"But I am neither a b*tch nor a wh*re, I am The Princess...!"

Interrupted by Amid mule, his words come out stumbling because of the swelling of his lips:

"Do what Wahara say, or they will slaughter us like ewes."

I looked at the men, and then I discovered that I was still bare legs and elbows, so I lowered my dress awkwardly, then I pretended greatness and holiness, and I raised my arms in front of me with pride, pointing at them saying:

"I'm Dogmaston... You'll be damned the same as those two colleagues if you make a mess again."

I bit my lips and I wish I could shut up, so do not say this and do not stop them from trying to sleep with me. But Can't give up my day job.

The great leader got up and said sincerely:

"I'm Tutus... Chief of the (Hajar al-Hariri) tribe, we will obey your orders, holy b*tch."

The epithet was making me nervous, and I whispered to my comrades angrily:

"This swearing is not worthy of my princely position, even if it is a Holy Sepulchre."

Fusan whispered:

"Please don't spoil the opportunity. being a holy b*tch is better than being a decaying Princess... Even if you take them after they kill us, and you remain alone, Lord Khakin will not allow a super-killer like you to come out to the outside world, and you will spend the rest of your life in the walls of dungeon No. 11, and your princely rank deserves freedom outside (Sewers) at least before making a decision, rest assured, I have escaped here seven times before."

"Seven times?" And every time you get caught again"

"I had no purpose in life, but after I saw you, my heart knew who his beloved was."

My cilia blinked in confusion and shame for a moment, and I looked at the muscles of his shoulders and his delicious naked chest, but I held on quickly, this is not the time of love at all, and on the reverse side, I can not help him love me.

His tender heart will not stand if he understands that my fate is not his and that his attempt to kiss me could cost him his life. And this species will not calm down before it tries, even if it realizes that the attempt will destroy him.

Damn it! I really care about him, because I do not want him such a fate, he will not be food for Soma's blade, and I will not allow him to fall in love with me... I have to repel him even if I trample on my heart and kill him in the process.

My broken heart.

I told him in bundles:

"Fusan, stop caressing me... I already have a friend named Arch. Come on, tell me what I have to say to them to help us escape."

He looked at me in shock, and imagined that he did not believe me, because he quickly overcame his shock, and gave me a gentle smile that melted my heart:

"I won't stop, I can't... And in any case this time it will be easier, but after the guards come out."

"Which guards?"

I did not finish my question until we heard the creaking of gates, carriages, and chains, signaling the approaching guards. I had to make a quick decision, so I told the savages:

"The envoys of Fusan. This is my speaker, and so do his word. He's my special envoy, I'm the one.... Holy B*tch!"

I said it with difficulty, but in a convincing theatrical manner, and they turned to him reverently, and he said to them in a commanding tone, picking up the tip of the string and the whole game:

"You're going to pretend you were at a sports game, we have to get the guards back out and then I'll dictate to you my next order."

The chief (Tutus) nodded in understanding and obedience, and said to them:

"Be yourself, guys."

The guards entered the dungeon violently, descending the ladder exposed side, then opened the last gate, carrying truncheons, while some prisoners hid the bodies killed by my dear blade behind the feet and legs, and the commander of the guard whooped with his whip on the first Savage he saw, screaming:

"What happened to you bastards? Why the fuss?"

(Tutus) had a wide, flattery smile that revealed his large yellow teeth, one of which he had lost during one of the ancient wars:

"Nothing, great leader, we were in a little quiet sport, that is, we were ourselves if you understand what I mean."

The commander pointed suspiciously to the pants of one of the savages, and the owner forgot to return it to lift it, revealing his a*s and sexual organs:

"And is it your nature to expose your naked buttocks so publicly, tutus, as a gang of adulterers?"

Tutus approached the late-minded barbarian, bare in his lower half, and punched him to lift his pants, saying his smile widened further and further:

"That's right, great commander, he's our favorite adulterer here."

He combined his saying with a certain movement in which he used his hand, the Barbarian gasped with his eyes temporarily squinting, before lifting his pants and walking away in shame, and the men burst out laughing hysterically, until Wahara herself giggled weary, then groaned when she opened her mouth too infected which bothered her، but the situation was really funny, so much so that some guards suppressed their laughter with great difficulty, and the Guard commander turned to them angrily, so their features immediately became sullen and profuse، and he yells:

"All shut up, if I hear any new noise tonight, you will be deprived of your morning breakfast. Sleep for fu*k's sake."

Most of them lay on the ground in wondrous obedience, to the astonishment of the guards, who were not accustomed to any cooperation from these human bears, and had already prepared to sleep, the guards left the dungeon cursing and cursing, and when he reassured Fossan said to the men:

"I and the rest of my (Dogmasten) envoys will escape through a tunnel I have prepared before, but the remaining part needs your strength, it is a little stiff from the soil I dug alone, and you will return so that the guards do not suspect us of escaping, and if you want to escape, do not follow us until seven days later."

"Hear and obey, holy whores emissary, come, Men."

They started digging.

***

The peoples and groups of Orioum

The Sea-Jinn: the year 5000 according to the coppery calendar developed by Honorable Wise (Noveo), parallel to them in the year 6483 in the marine calendar, which dates to its first year, the founding of their city at the bottom of the ocean (Nemerusi). They are the oldest races.. Humans appeared one hundred thousand years ago to find themselves on a planet ruled by Jinn, but with the increase in the number of people steadily, the jinn began to settle in the seas and islands.

The first thing recorded by humans in their oral history is their civil war called the Great Jinn War, which erupted due to the concealment of their king (Ezvadar the Terrible) of the Silver Energy, That mysterious energy with which a passageway to our world was previously opened called (Time Gangway), and this war ended between the party of the king (The Ezvadaries) and the opposing party (The Silveries) in the year 1483 M., with the total annihilation of the seven races of Silveries, or in year one copperly as that the Wise (Noveo) decided to begin his new calendar.

Weakness was felt in them after this war, which allowed humanity to grow faster later on, and facilitated the conquest of (Orioum) and the establishment of the heroligian civilization, the first of their major civilizations.

And the dynasty of (Glamorous) continued on the throne of power, under the leadership of the two sons of (Ezvadar): (Exmplar) and (Somesi), while (Ezvadar) remained king and did not rule, suffering of his long old age.

To be continued...