Industrial scale breeding

After a few months of ambushing travellers, I had obtained living oxen, horses, donkeys, working (hand-) carts and even carriages! Besides lots of food, the odd drawing map, or book, and some stuff like basic spices and herbs, I found metalware! Real tools and weapons! These hastened the progress of the works to enlarge and improve my dungeon significantly. It also helped that I had the men that I captured alive work alongside my minions. Fear of my horrible punishments kept them in line, even as I worked them to ****. The sweet release of **** was not a threat in my dungeon, it was a gift.

In the beginning, my harem was also put to work, under Larell’s orders and entirely separate from the men. Not wanting to harm my children growing inside their bellies, I relegated them to lighter tasks, even more so as their pregnancies progressed. Cooking, sewing, washing, … And after they gave birth, they were mostly occupied by taking care of my children and breastfeeding them either way.

With the women I captured, my harem slowly grew. Now, one could question why I even made the effort of capturing them if I could have bred my children instead. The answer is twofold: on the one hand, **** absolutely disgusts me, which is why I am ashamed to even admit knowing the second reason. Which is, on the other hand, offspring conceived via incestuous sex between monsters are usually badly deformed, if they are viable at all! My life infusion, my God's Eye and even my herbalist harem girl told me this. For these reasons, I created all Children to be sexless (or male, if I couldn't avoid it), so no incestuous offspring could ever occur within my dungeon.

But back to my harem: The raid on Amberdew village had yielded me 11 girls (plus Larell, but I wouldn’t breed her, so she didn’t count) and I obtained a few dozen more from ambushing travellers as well as ‘collecting’ girls that my minions ‘found’ in the woods. At first, they thought they had a potential ally in Larell, that they could maybe turn her on me and help them escape. But they were sorely mistaken. Larell proved to be utterly loyal, keeping them in line with a mixture of softness and understanding on the one hand, and rightful punishment on the other. She portrayed me as an evil tyrant, who would punish them even worse if she didn’t do it. I didn’t mind her badmouthing me, it obviously worked.

Why Larell was so loyal, I could only guess. I got a strong feeling that she didn’t like these girls too much, especially Beatrice. But if it was on behalf of Lilith’s misfortunes or because they had somehow brought misfortune to Larell herself, I couldn’t say. What was clear however, was that Larell led a much better life down here in my dungeon than she had in Amberdew village, both physically and emotionally. The same was even more true for Lilith, who seemed to really flourish down here, which made Larell almost as happy as it made me.

The only thing she missed, Larell told me, was to see the sun, and the sky. Lilith had no such desires, she had become a child of darkness by now.

I myself had been quite busy as well. A great alteration to my body I had figured was that I actually didn’t need to concentrate on my tentacles doing that anymore. They were semi-autonomous, able to perform simple tasks like searching for warm wet cavities, penetrating them, fucking them and eventually inseminating them on their own. It was instinctual, almost like breathing.

Through constantly ambushing and killing creatures in my Dungeon with magic, I had acquired both the assassin and the sorcerer class, granting me access to new potions, magic, and skills. I first put my magical skills to the test by trying (and succeeding) to enhance my virility even further. From now on, I would be able to sire children even with mates under the effects of contraception or that were normally wholly infertile. Also, I reduced the time a pregnancy fathered by me would take from one month to one week. From what the Dark Twins told me, I knew that I could have gone further, but my knowledge indicated that a human woman would not survive the ordeal of a one-day pregnancy without enormous magical support, and even then, it would be risky.

With these changes done, my harem was eventually almost entirely removed from the dungeons workforce, since they now spent pretty much all of their time heavily pregnant and were occupied with taking care of infants. It is notable that most of them absolutely abhorred the Children, especially their own and especially especially having to nurse them. To my girls, they were nothing but repulsive monsters, and the thought that something like this had been borne from their wombs and worse still, was in a way, raised by them, tore on their sanity. To both work around this at least a little and occupy my girls most effectively, I allowed the infants to drink from any lactating girl, not just their own mothers. This spread the ‘workload’ more evenly but wasn’t quite enough.

The solution was found in some of the first Children.

To no one’s surprise, my plant children ended up being the ones to grow by far the quickest and didn’t need to nurse either. Their potential was always nigh unlimited and the exact form they would take could be moulded by my life magic, but on top of that my ‘Pure Land’ had supercharged their growth with its wellspring of mana. I couldn’t gauge the ‘true’ size of these dungeon plants, but they were gigantic. Their roots permeate the soil surrounding my dungeon, stretching on for kilometres (miles) to collect water, nutrients, and mana. These resources were then used to nourish the comparatively small growth inside the dungeon, although it was still the size of whole villages.

The growths inside the dungeon reached almost every room and were capable of fulfilling a vast array of purposes: Some parts emanate heat, nice odours, clean water, or even chemicals like soap or disinfectant to increase the quality of living inside the dungeon. Others had moving tentacles that were specialized to fulfil different functions, like suction cups and restraints for milking lactating women, or pseudo-nipples releasing the stored milk into the mouths of hungry infants. And finally, there were parts that grew fruit and materials for use by the dungeon’s population. In short, they could automate my almost industrial-scale breeding program!

The organization went like this: After being bred by me, the girls would be allowed a period to recover, during which they rested in meaty, soft and warm leaves of my dungeon plants. These leaves could move and close, much like those of a Venus flytrap, keeping the pregnant girls confined there until it was time for them to go somewhere else, further reducing the manpower required to manage them. Over the ‘day’, they were busy taking care of infants, most importantly, breastfeeding them. And If somehow there was an excess of available milk, their duties included being milked so the milk could be stored or processed by my dungeon plants.

As their pregnancies progressed, the rest time prescribed to them would increase to keep up with the enormous strain on their bodies, confining them for longer and longer in their leaf beds inside the harem chambers. While they were there (or really anywhere else stationary) a special plant tentacle of my dungeon plants would be attached to them. Its end looked like a meaty flower full of needles that were hooked inside the blood vessels of my girls and provided them with nutrients in a capacity far more effective than eating (although they did that as well).

Of course, to keep so many girls bred and pregnant, their wombs filled with my children, I had to switch up strategies as well. Instead of savouring them one by one, playing with their bodies as I inseminated them, I needed to breed many at the same time. So, I had my entire harem equipped with bolted-shut metal collars and cuffs on their wrists and ankles, fitting loosely so that it was still possible to take care of the skin below. There was no chain connecting the cuffs, so they didn’t impede their movement. Safe for their metal restrains, they were still stark naked.

Around my throne, I had a number of rectangular, smooth stone plates embedded into the ground in a large circle, their short sides facing me. Each plate had 5 rings on it to which a girl's metal restraints could be attached to, forcing them onto all fours in a face-down-ass-up position, facing away from me. Their legs spread forcibly and their necks tethered to the stone floor so tightly that they couldn’t look behind themselves, they helplessly presented me their little pink pussies and assholes. Perfect targets to breed with my tentacles, a dozen girls at a time!