Dungeon Tamer 2

Author's note:

This is the second part of the Dungeon Tamer series. If you did not read it yet, please read from the beginning, as nothing will make sense otherwise.

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Erwin slowly came back to consciousness, a brief feeling of calm coursing through him. Everything was pain, and pain was everywhere. And he was still horny. His body was thrashing every which way, as his muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Ever so slowly, as pain was receding, he became aware of the world around him. He was still in the Conversion chamber, but the light was out now, the electric bulb shattered. It was not completely dark, however, as the door stood ajar, and some light came through it and into the room. The light seemed to be emanating from various sources. He was not alone, either. One of his members was around the fox-girl adventurer's arm, immobilizing it, as she fought to keep another one of his members outside of her robes. That second member had gone through the top of her robe and torn it, and was squeezing her chest. It was massaging both of her breasts, which, to his delight, actually had a lighter fur. He registered distantly that they were incredibly soft, as he felt them through his member. She was heaving beautifully, while still fighting, her staff laying discarded on the floor. A third member lay limply at her feet, burnt to crisp, but he could barely feel that one.

Another two of Erwin's members were currently being bashed and hacked by the bearded warrior, sending jolts of pain through his system. What he could only describe as a monstrously mutated bipedal wolf was using both of its elongated clawed hands to trash another two of his members, while yet another member was wound tightly against its neck, the wolf snarling as it attempted to reach it with its jaws. Behind the open door, the amazon held her bow ready, an arrow nocked. The arrow was one of the sources of light, shining brightly, the air around it vibrating, as it was aimed right at Erwin's chest.

Outside of his vision, a female voice was saying:

"Wait! Please wait a bit longer! Let me try again!"

That voice sounded familiar, but Erwin could not place it.

"Last chance!" shot the amazon, with a firm voice. "It is molesting Mina! If he does not come out of it right now, I am ending it."

Still not quite aware, Erwin tried retracting his members, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. They were long, slithery, fleshy tentacles, that moved without his input, while he could feel everything that happened to them. In particular, quite a lot of them were being harmed in one way or another, and the pain was agonizing, though not on the level his whole body had hurt earlier. Everywhere he was hurt, in lieu of blood, a green viscous liquid, more akin to sap, came out of his wounds.

Some of the tentacles were not experiencing pain, however. His member that was around the fox-girl (Mina?)'s chest had open its tip, spreading into three slimy petals, covered with bumps and ridges, and latched into her left nipple, sucking and teasing. It must have had a lot of nerve endings, as it felt as if he was sucking it. His member that was around her arm was starting to move toward her face, slithering around her arm, still constraining it and simultaneously reaching for her mouth, as she uttered a moan. His burnt member that had been lying on the floor was starting to recover, and was aiming towards her legs, slipping under her robe.

Meanwhile, his hurting members were losing their fight against the other two adventurers, but new ones came to replace those that fell. "Let her go, you freak!" said the bearded warrior.

Erwin's main concern, however, was the brilliant, vibrating arrow pointed right at his chest. He was pretty sure it would go right through his heart. If it was still even there, but he was betting the damage would kill him either way. And no tentacle came to stop it. If he could not stop himself, he was done for.

"Don't shoot!" he screamed. Except only a guttural groan came out, slimy and gurgly, completely unintelligible. He tried again to gain control his members, but it was hopeless. He could still feel his usual limbs, his legs and arms, and control them somewhat, but nothing made the tentacles react.

That wasn't quite true, he found out. He could direct one of them to slid around Mina's right leg instead of going straight for her pussy, and he managed to have his other member coil around her neck instead of penetrating her open mouth, but it felt impossible to stop completely. He could feel her soft flesh, her hardened muscle straining under it. His arousal was still through the roof, his pleasure and his pain barely distinguishable from each other. On some level, he did not really want to stop molesting her. He took some kind of perverse pleasure in caressing her flesh and eliciting those delicious moans. And his tentacles continued to massage and restrain her, as if responding to that want.

Suddenly, a pink glow suffused the room through the door, and a wave of calm invaded him. He realized in passing that he had already felt something similar. It was what made him regain consciousness in the first place.

This time, he managed to stop contracting his muscles all at once. He fell back limply onto the bed, and his tentacles relaxed, falling helplessly to the floor or relaxing softly around whatever they were constricting. Relief flooded him, as he saw the adventurers regaining their bearing, and exhaustion took him.

§§§

When he next awoke, he was definitely not in the same room. He was in some sort of clinical room. The floor, ceiling and walls were either white or blue, but not padded. He could not tell the actual color, as the room was dark except for a low blue irregular light, like from the flame of a candle, if candle light was blue. It obviously was not the main lighting in the room, since he could see the several electric lamps on the ceiling, which were currently all switched off.

His memories came back to him in fragments. He remembered going to the Conversion center, and entering the Conversion room. What happened afterwards was a lot more blurry. He remembered atrocious pain, and previously unknown pleasure. He remembered an arrow, glowing with power. He remembered a beast, a bipedal wolf. And there was another beast, a monster with tentacles. He recalled the fox-girl. He had fucked her and spanked her. Hadn't he? That felt wrong somehow. Had he just imagined it? But he could remember the feel of her breasts and thighs, the taste of her nipple. He felt his dick harden to the memory, as the blue light pulsed brighter.

He slowly put his memories in order, separating what happened from fantasy. The tentacles where his. He had been able to feel them, and influence them somewhat. He had woken up, attacking a party of adventurers, unable to control himself. That could only mean one thing. He was the tentacle monster. He was a man of culture, and he liked his manga and anime just as much as anyone else, but he did not identify with the writhing mass of tentacles. And a rapey one, at that! But he was dodging the main point. His Conversion had turned him into a monster. Possibly the worst outcome possible. At least he had apparently been contained. Maybe they would study him for science. He hoped it would not hurt too much when they cut him open.

He tried to move, and found he was tied to a padded metal table. Metal restraints went around his arms, legs, and torso, and were affixed to the table. Thankfully, the restraints were also doubled with leather, so he would not be hurt by the metal. He could move his head around, and his fingers and toes, but, besides a slight wiggle, that was about it. He was covered from the neck down by a paper sheet, only his arms and lower legs poking out. The sheet protected his intimacy, but he could feel he was naked under it. Looking around him, he expected to see his tentacles, but they were nowhere to be seen. Confused, he briefly hoped he had dreamt the becoming a monster part, but his hope was quickly shattered. There was no reason for him to be restrained if he had not turned into a monster. Plus, his memory was quite vivid, now that he had had time to process it, and he remembered the sensations too well. The pain, the pleasure, the desire...

Looking up toward the head of the table, he saw the origin of the blue light. A large blue gem was embedded in the metal, with runes etched all around it. The gem was emitting the light, pulsing intermittently with a blue aura. It was obviously magical, and he expected it was not there for lighting purposes. It was probably some kind of protective measure against him, or a monitoring device.

An improvement from the Conversion room was that this room had windows, though they were quite high and small, and he doubted anyone could peer at him through them. He could see some stars, but it was not completely dark outside either. He had no way to know the precise time, but he felt rested, comparatively speaking, and thus expected that it was already early morning, and that the Conversion night had ended.

There was a raised tray on wheels, containing what looked like medical equipment, and a simple chair. The room also had a more conventional door, though it still was made of metal, like an emergency exit door. He wondered if he was still in the Conversion center, or if he had been moved elsewhere.

He stayed like that for some time, alone with his thought. He did not have much to do, and did not want to call out. They would come for him when they came for him, he was not in a hurry to know his fate. His thought were pretty dark. He thought about his sister Sylvia. He wondered if the same had happened to her, and if, likewise, their parent would never know what happened to him, if, just like when she disappeared, they would just get sent hush money and no explanation. He thought about his mother, that had gotten progressively more depressed as no news of her daughter reached home, and despaired when her only other child got diagnosed too. He knew this would be her worst nightmare come true. Hopefully she would move on eventually.

As time passed and light came through the windows, he managed to shake himself. He was not dead yet, and maybe everything was not so dark. He could control himself right now, after all, and he did not feel like a monster. His arms looked human, at least. Since he was alone, and with not much to do, he decided to experiment. He recalled how moving his tentacles had felt, and tried replicating the process. At first, it didn't seem to do anything. He changed how he tried to move them, but nothing seemed to work.

And then, he tried reaching for them, and something finally happened. Not within him, but there was a powerful blue pulse of energy from the stone, soon followed by rushed footsteps, and the metal door slamming open.

A man rushed in, clad in some kind of hard leather, his face hidden behind a black mask with dark feathers and a pointed beak, making him look like a raven. "Do not try anything!", the man ordered, brandished a long rapier towards Erwin, who was very purposefully not trying anything. "Control yourself if you can. Do not try to use magic."

"Sorry, I am complying!" Erwin felt the point of the rapier press against his neck. If he could have raised his hands in surrender, he would have.

An older man entered behind Raven Mask, and the lights came on, basking the white room in a brighter, white glow. This man wore a white blouse, and came to Erwin's side.

"Hello, young man. I am doctor Price. How are you feeling today?" He asked with a cold smile.

"Uhh... Hello. I'm feeling alright, I guess, considering."

"Good. You are under a null stone, that is negating your magic, but please refrain from trying to use any, if you can."

"Yes, I will not do anything. I tried using my powers earlier, but I am complying now."

"It is not that simple, I'm afraid. We were alerted by a sudden surge of power being negated in the room, which is what you are referring to I suppose. But the stone has been actively suppressing magic the whole time you've been here, even while you were unconscious yesterday. It is still actively doing so right now, so you are using your powers, even if you do not realize it. Can you stop doing it?" He grabbed a clipboard and took a seat, completely ignoring the hunter that was still pointing the rapier threateningly at Erwin, though no longer touching his neck, where Erwin could feel a small pain and a drizzle of blood.

"I have no idea how to do that."

The doctor wrote something on his clipboard and asked calmly. "For some people, it can be like a muscle. Try to relax."

Erwin laughed nervously and eyed the adventurer. "Yes, easy, just relax. I wonder what could possibly make it hard to relax..."

"Please refrain from sarcasm. Do you remember what happened yesterday morning?"

Erwin thought back, but was confused. "Morning? I just got up and prepared I guess? Don't you mean yesterday night?"

The doctor kept jolting down notes after every answer. "You were asleep yesterday night. Most of the day too for that matter. I mean yesterday morning. Do you remember waking up? Do you remember doing anything?"

"Wait, you mean after my Conversion? I slept for a full day?"

"Yes. Now please answer the question."

Erwin gulped, hesitating. Even though he thought himself a monster, readily declaring he was one seemed like an incredibly stupid thing to do. However, the doctor was taking notes, and was apparently reading prepared questions from his clipboard. This had to be a test, there was no way they were not aware of what had happened. They wanted to know what he remembered, or maybe if he would be honest about it. He chose honesty. At least, partial honesty.

"I woke up and was fighting a team of adventurers. I do not remember the fight starting, so I guess I was unconsciously fighting them? When I woke up, I was able to stop resisting. Then I fainted from exhaustion."

The doctor looked at him expectantly for a few moments. Then, looking at his notes, he asked "Do you remember anything else about the fight? Any details you can mention? Maybe about how you fought the adventurers?"

"I... I think I grew tentacles. I uses them to restrain the hunters, but they were able to hack them pretty efficiently. I honestly believe they would have beaten me anyway, but I managed to stop fighting of my own volition."

Erwin decided not to mention molesting the hunter Mina, and in particular not to mention how excited that had made him feel in the moment. He actually felt dirty now, just thinking about it, about how he had forced himself on her. Because, while he pretended he had stopped the fight as soon as he woke up, he actually had been able to move his tentacles, in a way. They responded to his desires, going for the girl he had fantasized about. But, while he had fantasies about control, he never actually wanted to force a girl. Thankfully, he had not downright penetrated her. He did not know if he would ever forgive himself if he had. As it was, he hoped he had not inflicted her too much psychological trauma.

The doctor was not satisfied with his answer. "And you managed to regain control all on your own? The adventurers did not knock you out?"

Erwin thought about the pink glow and the sense of calm that followed. That must have been a magic effect, but if he mentioned it, it would look like the adventurers pacified him without his help. And he had helped. He had consciously decided to stop resisting, even though he may not have been able to act on it on his own. So he just nodded. "Yes doctor."

The doctor looked dubious, writing on his clipboard, and continued questioning him about the fight, about his current state, and about the actual Conversion. On that last topic, Erwin felt awkward, so he failed to mention his intense masturbation session.

"I do not remember precisely. I felt pain as I transformed, feeling my body change, and the wold seemed to wrap around me. I do not remember anything else."

The doctor moved on to a medical checkup, taking his blood pressure and checking his lungs. Mixed in were some less standard checks, like scanning him with a device similar to the one the man in suit had used in the Conversion center's main hall, and other procedures he did not recognize. When the doctor got up to leave, Erwin finally dared asking what was on his mind.

"Excuse me, but what is going to happen to me now? Am I a monster? I feel in control." And at that moment, he did.

The doctor gave him a side glance, and answered somberly. "This is not my decision to make. I will report my findings to the Adventurer Institute, and they will decide your fate."

Erwin was dumbfounded. He had assumed it would be a simple matter to determine if he was a monster. Stories made it look like there was a very clear separation between adventurers, normal people, and monsters. If there was not, maybe he could influence the results? He would show them he was not a danger.

"But I would not be too hopeful." the doctor continued. "You may look human right now, under the null stone, but we both know what you are. There is a mention in your file that no female staff are to come into contact with you. I expect you know the reason to that. You are a menace, and you will never walk free."

With those cold words, the doctor turned to leave the room, while Erwin fell back into despair. Strangely, the raven masked adventurer discreetly squeezed his shoulder before following, as if giving him support.

§§§

Erwin fell into a routine of sorts. Doctors and nurses (male ones only) followed each other, making tests and asking questions. He had his blood drawn, and they brought some heavier machines to scan him with. He did not know if the doctors were medical doctors or scientists, but he guessed it did not really matter. His meals were brought to him by nurses. At first they had to feed him manually, but eventually they freed his arms during meal times, always under surveillance. Initially, there was always an adventurer in the room whenever he had a visit, but that measure too was relaxed in the following days, as he showed cooperative. More awkward were the baths and bathroom times, as he was not allowed off the table and away from the null stone. They used a bucket, and had to scrub him and his table, but he was kept clean.

On those occasions, he found out that although he had mostly regained his human form, one thing had had quite a growth spurt and had not reverted back afterwards. His rod went up to 18 cm when hard, while he had been mostly average before. It also looked different, angrier, with more apparent veins and ridges along the shaft.

Even though he only ever interacted with men, he found he was quite sensitive, and sometimes had trouble keeping soft when his body was being touched. This was a new development. He had not really thought sexually about other men before his Conversion, but his body now appeared quite capable of rising to the occasion even in the sole presence of men, especially the more effeminate ones.

He still preferred women, but tried his best to avoid thinking about them, as his erections were always problematic, even when he was alone. For one thing, he could do nothing to get relief, with his hands bound, and that was not something the nurses would help him with. Another thing was that he found out his own arousal caused the null stone to pulse more strongly. From his understanding, that meant he somehow was using magic when aroused, or at least more magic than usual. And from what he gathered from his interactions with the nurses and doctors, his chances of ever getting let out relied on his ability to not use magic.

He noticed that nobody ever used his name. When talking about him, they called him "Patient 84". He asked a nurse about it.

"Your identity does not really matter for what we are evaluating. As a matter of fact, your anonymity is a guaranteed right. We are not legally allowed to ask for your name, as anything that happens during this period could taint your future reputation, in case you are not a monster. You can tell us if you want, but that is generally not advised."

Erwin opted to keep his anonymity. It gave him hope to take measure for the case he was ever set free.

Eventually, as days followed days, he became better able to manage his emotions, and it became easier to remain calm throughout the day. He could now get the null stone to a very low shimmer, and keep it from pulsing for hours as he practiced mental exercises, focusing on math problems, even as people came and went in his room.

Maybe two weeks had passed, and he was getting the hang of it. It was a matter of focusing on the moment, or on specific tasks, and not letting his mind wander. The null stone had barely reacted in the past 24 hours, except when he was bathed, but that was simply impossible to control.

The door to his room opened, and in went a larger group than usual. First came raven mask, and another adventurer he had not seen previously. The second man looked like he was in his late twenties, with sharp features and a goatee, and was wearing a red velvet vest and leather pants.

Those two were soon eclipsed, however, by the figure that entered behind them.

The tall woman was wearing a brown coat lined with faux fur, that revealed a surprising amount of cleavage. And she had a lot to show, her impressive E cup mounds at least half visible behind the fur. She had a head of auburn curls, through which peaked a pair of horns that curved to the back and to the side, following the curve of her skull. The horns were not regular, with angles and points, more akin to antlers than to goat horns. Gold chains were intertwined within the ramifications, several gem pendants hanging from them, nearly reaching her loose hair. A pair of slightly pointed ears came out from behind her curls, at the usual place for human ears, but pointing to the sides, with several hoops and pendants hanging from piercings. Her piercing hazel eyes showed slight laugh lines around the edges, and her smiling lips were a deep shade of red. She had various rings on her fingers, and a deep ruby was dangling between her breasts, catching the eye. She was carrying a stack of documents, her ringed fingers caressing them alluringly.

She looked like she was in her mid thirties, but Erwin knew she was a decade older than that. Because he recognized her from TV, though she was even more breathtaking in person. This was Mistress Ruby Desmonts, president of the Adventurer Institute. As one of the rare surviving adventurers from the first Conversion, she was a living legend.

She smiled as she entered, swaying her voluptuous hips, and winked at him. She then had a small crystalline laugh as the blue light pulsed, and Erwin looked away, blushing. He was already half hard. He started counting from two and doubling the number, minus one. 2, 3, 5, 9, 17, 33, 65...

"There he is" said doctor Price, who had gotten into the room while Erwin's attention was elsewhere. "This is patient 84. The gem has been on and off, but as you can see, he still triggers it occasionally. I cannot recommend he be let free."

129, 257, 513...

"We shall see." Mistress Desmonts had a velvety, but very assertive voice. Her voice alone made it hard to focus. "Patient 84, from these reports it appears you have made efforts to show the staff here just how in control you are. But you attacked my people right after transforming. What guaranty do I have that you will not do it again if given the chance?"

Pressed for an answer, Erwin could not continue ignoring her. He had to focus on what to say, though he still looked at the ceiling.

"I was not in control then. I would..."

"Look at me when you talk!" she ordered sharply. "And call me madam!"

"Y... yes madam!" He stammered. He reluctantly turned to face her. She had come to stand very close to his table, and she looked pissed. She was pouting, and she crossed her arms under her breasts, which emphasized them even more. In this position her coat was open enough that he could now see they were constrained in a very sheer and lacy purple bra, that was almost see-through on her tan skin. And if she was wearing anything else under her coat, he certainly couldn't tell.

She gave him an alluring smile. "Good boy. Now answer me."

"Yes ma'am! I was not awake when I first attacked them. I would never have if I had been conscious. And that was right after my Conversion. I am much more in control now, it would never happen again."

"I heard that during that altercation, you were particularly focused on one of my subordinates." As she spoke, she was unbuttoning the last buttons of her coat, showing more and more naked skin, while Erwin tried to keep his gaze on her face. "And that you were very intent on... restraining her. Are you telling me that this was all a coincidence? That you just happened to grab her? Grope her? Fondle her?" She was caressing her own voluptuous body as she said that.

Erwin gulped. He was now fully hard, and sporting a very noticeable tent under his paper sheet. He managed to answer. "I cannot deny that she is beautiful, and that I felt attracted to her. I feel very sorry about what I did to her though. I would never do that again, and I know I can help it."

She grabbed the chair and sat right besides his head. "But what if..." She spread her legs, opening her coat to show a matching pair of crotch-less panties. Her well trimmed plump pussy lips were only centimeters away from his head, and he could not look away. He felt harder than a rock. She was beautiful. God, she even smelled divine. "... someone... wanted you to touch them like that?"

Erwin was flabbergasted. Was she suggesting what he thought? But before he could find an answer, another voice was heard. "That was a level 6 spike."

Mistress Desmonts stood up, closing her coat again with a satisfied smirk. "Well, this ends our little interview. You are now officially classified as a monster. And with a level 6 rogue magic spike, more than ten days after your Conversion, you are recognized as a class 3 threat and fall under the responsibility of the Adventurer Institute. Prepare him for transport to our facilities."

Erwin was floored for a moment. Then he felt fury rising inside him. "WHAT? That was on purpose! You riled me up so that I would trigger your blasted stone! And after no action for two weeks! That was no fair test!"

Desmonts was smiling like the canary that ate the cat. "Why, I do not know what you mean, young man. That was a very standard evaluation, and that you emitted that much magical energy without meaning to is a very clear sign that you must be contained, for your security as well as that of others."

Erwin struggled against his bounds, cursing. In fury, he reached for his tentacles, again and again, only rewarded with blue pulses from the null gem.

"It is useless", said the raven masked man as he and the other adventurer came to his sides, and detached the metal plate he was on from the table. "You cannot break through a null stone by applying magic. Stop resisting, you will only manage to hurt yourself." They transferred him onto a wheeled gurney, him still tied to the metal plate with the damn null stone. As goatee man started pushing him, raven mask bowed to whisper in his ear. "Calm down. Not all is what it seems." He then proceeded to push a black rubber gag inside Erwin's resisting mouth, pinching his nose to get him to open it. "Sorry, but we need you quiet". He then straightened up and went to help push Erwin, under the reproachful gaze of Desmonts. As they brought him out through a corridor, he decided to heed the advice, to stop fighting and bide his time.

The corridor he was in was familiar, and he thought he was, in fact, still inside the Conversion center. He guessed the building had to have some use outside of the maybe two or three times a year there happened to be a Conversion night. As they went along the corridor, he saw a crew of builders currently repairing one of the chambers, that was burnt and charred. The open metal door was twisted and partially melted on the inside, though the outside looked fine. He wondered if whoever was inside survived.

Twisting his head, he was able to see that the bitch Desmonts had stayed behind to do god knows what, but that there was a young woman following them. She appeared not a day older than eighteen, and was strikingly beautiful, with a mane of straight platinum hair partially gathered into two small French braids that made a crown around her head, the rest cascading behind her shoulders. She had been fixing him, but she adverted her pale blue eyes when they met his, with a bashful expression. She was honestly one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and as the blue gem sent a small pulse, he adverted his own gaze, focusing on the roof while he started to count the lights. Then he recalled it did not matter anymore, and he defiantly looked back at the girl.

She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, and a white blouse, currently buttoned up, but that could be opened to show her nice pair of C cup breasts. There was no sign that she was an adventurer, her clothing was normal and there was no obvious sign that she was not a normal human, except for the company she was in. Erwin had not been focused on her, but he believed she had entered the room with Desmonts and the others.

As they reached the end of the corridor, they opened a door to the exterior, emerging from a side of the Conversion center, right behind a black van with tinted windows. Goatee man proceeded to open the back of the van, and they rolled Erwin in, fixing his gurney in the middle of the van. There was still space with sits on both sides of him, turned towards the front, but they got out and left him alone. They obviously had been ready to bring him along.

He was fuming. He was of course mad at that bitch Desmonts for tricking him, but also mad at himself for getting tricked so easily. He should have focused harder, refused to play her little game. Now he was classified as a monster, bound and gagged inside a van, waiting to be brought god knows where, to be confined and experimented on for the rest of his life. And apparently it was all done legally, so there was not much hope of rescue.