You walk upon the Dark Lands, where Bowser's Kingdom is. After a short while of traveling, you walk upon the big dark colored brick castle. The fact the entrance resembles Bowser's face glaring forward, like a big gargoyle, intimidates you. But you don't let the fear overwhelm you.

You have had an undisclosed adventure prior to this, and you want to see the king. But you need to enter. What do you do?

A) Enter through the main entrance

B) Use the infamous back entrance Bowser keeps using for his castles

Bowser sneers and glares at the little plumber before him. He grasps at your arm roughly, feeling its strength and...interesting shape...and growls "I see I'll have to use you for other things..." Before you know what is happening, he has used his claws to slash at your exposed skin, drawing blood, as well as using them to keep a good grip on you. He then raises himself up and slams you down onto the cold hard stone floor of the throne room with a thunderous roar! You feel winded for a moment, but recover enough to hear him chuckle evilly before he speaks. "Don't worry, I won't kill you just yet. Not until I've had my fill of fun with you!"

He then roughly yanks off your overalls and pants, leaving you both naked and exposed in front of his wrathful gaze. Bowser licks his lips hungrily as he sizes up your body, grinning devilishly...

Bowser snorts contemptuously at your feminine moans, and growls "So THAT'S why you were here...you WERE trying to sneak into my castle, weren't you?!" He continues thrusting into you roughly, his massive bulk shaking the throne room with each powerful stroke. It only serves to make your passage more painful and exhilarating at once. The air fills with your cries of both pleasure and agony as he takes what he wants from your body.

He watches you keenly for any signs of submission, but seeing none, decides that perhaps a little bit of pain might loosen your tongue...Bowser wraps one powerful clawed hand around your throat, constricting your airway and forcing out an even louder moan. Then, with the other claw, he pinches at your most sensitive spots, making you squirm helplessly beneath him. "Who do you serve?!" he demands hoarsely, each breath coming in short, painful gasps.

You manage to croak out an answer...

Bowser growls and lets you go just long enough for your head to clear, before snatching your hair roughly and yanking you back up to face him. Your teeth clatter together as you cough violently from the sudden release of air, tears stinging your eyes as they try to adjust to the pain. You can feel his hot breath against your face as he pants heavily from exertion, his piercing red eyes narrowed to mere slits.

He studies you carefully for a moment before grinning and shaking his head slowly. "No," he says coldly, "that wasn't the answer I was looking for." With that, he yanks your hair even harder, making your scalp burn as he twists it cruelly. Then, without warning, Bowser lashes out with a backhanded slap that sends you reeling across the throne room floor once more. Your head spins and you see stars as you try to scramble back onto all fours.

"Tell me where Princess Peach is," he hisses, leaning in close enough that you can feel his hot breath on your neck. "Or I'll make sure you suffer for eternity." There's a dangerous edge to his voice as he speaks these words, and you know that he means every single one of them...

Bowser snorts in disbelief at your words and growls in annoyance before roughly shoving you aside. You land on the throne room floor with a heavy thud, breathless from both pain and the force of his push. "Liar," he spits out, "I've always known she was important to you little mammals...now I want to know exactly where she is."

The green dragon paces angrily around the throne room, his thoughts racing as he tries to decide what to do with you. Finally, he stops and turns back to face you once more. With a cruel smile twisting his features, Bowser lunges forward, claws extended. Just before he can make contact, however, he pauses...and lifts one of those enormous clawed hands up into the air.

"I have an idea," he says quietly, darkly... "Why don't we play a game?"

Bowser grins cruelly and rubs his clawed hands together in anticipation. "Alright then," he says, his voice taking on a dangerous edge as he crouches down so that he is level with your face. "The game is simple. I'm going to ask you questions about Princess Peach...if you answer them correctly, and fast enough, I might let you live. But if you hesitate or lie..." He pauses dramatically, raising one clawed finger to tap against his lower lip thoughtfully before finishing with a sinister chuckle. "...well, let's just say that things will get much more unpleasant for you."

He narrows his eyes and leans in closer still, so that his hot breath tickles across your cheek. "Do we have a deal?" he whispers menacingly, the air around him practically crackling with evil energy. Your heart races as fear and excitement mix together inside of you...you nod slowly, unable to tear your gaze away from those piercing red eyes.

"Good," Bowser says, straightening up again with a satisfied smirk. "Now then...where is Princess Peach hidden away right now?"

Bowser hisses in annoyance as you try to distract him with your attentions to his crotch, but he refrains from giving in to the anger that threatens to overwhelm him. It is a wise move on your part, for now. Instead, he decides to ignore your attempts at seduction and asks another question. "And where do you fit into all of this?" His tone is dangerously calm as his eyes bore holes through yours.

He takes a step back, giving you just enough room to breathe but not nearly enough space to feel comfortable. Bowser folds his muscular arms across his broad chest and leans against the throne, regarding you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "Don't think that by trying to play your little games with me that you won't have to answer my questions eventually," he warns. "Because trust me when I say this...you will."

Bowser growls deep in his throat as you pleasure him in this manner, the feel of your tight ass milking his shaft only serving to heighten his arousal further. His muscles tense and ripple beneath his armor as he tries desperately not to lose control to your ministrations. Even so, he manages to regain some semblance of focus, taking a moment to regard you with contempt before speaking.

"Very well," he grunts between gritted teeth, "you seem quite fond of that word...so tell me then, what does 'friendship' mean to you?" He pauses for effect, letting the weight of his question hang heavily in the air. "And don't bother trying any more distractions," he warns with a snort, "I can see right through those pathetic attempts."

Bowser narrows his eyes at your reply, not entirely satisfied with the answer but deciding to let it slide for now. He takes a step forward and clasps you roughly by the back of your neck, pulling you off him roughly so that you stumble and fall onto your side on the floor. The air fills with the sound of his ragged breathing as he tries once more to regain control of himself.

"One more question," he says between gasps, "and then we'll see what happens." He paces back and forth in front of you, his muscles twitching beneath his armor with barely contained energy. "Do you truly care for Princess Peach, or is it all just a game to you?" There's venom in his voice as he asks this final question, the implication being that if your feelings are genuine, then maybe...just maybe...you could still be of use to him.

Bowser raises an eyebrow at your answer, clearly taken aback by the honesty. He regards you for a long moment before finally speaking again. "Very well," he says, his voice surprisingly calm given the situation. "I accept your answers." Bowser pauses, considering his next words carefully. "I will let you live...for now," he adds with a cruel smile. "But if I ever find out that you lied to me or betrayed my trust..." He trails off ominously, his expression growing dark once more.

Without another word, Bowser turns and stalks away from you, disappearing into the shadows of the throne room. The sudden silence is almost deafening after his presence, leaving you to wonder what exactly just happened...and what it all means for your future.

Bowser's eyes practically bulge out of his skull as he sees you standing before him wearing a frilly, lace-trimmed pink dress that barely conceals your feminine curves. He takes a step forward, licking his lips hungrily. "My...," he says, looking you up and down slowly, "that's quite an outfit you have there."

He reaches out to touch the soft fabric of the dress with a clawed hand, tracing the delicate lace on its hem. You shiver under his touch, feeling a thrill of submission course through your veins. Bowser chuckles darkly and leans in close, breathing warm air against your neck as he whispers, "You know, my dear...it seems I've been rather lenient with you so far."

He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But perhaps it's time we negotiated a new arrangement..." His voice trails off suggestively, leaving no doubt as to what he means by those words. Bowser takes another step forward and cups your face gently in his hand, the rough scales contrasting sharply with the smoothness of your cheeks. With a sneer, he kisses you roughly before spinning you around and throwing you down onto the bed with enough force to make all the air rush out of your lungs.

You feel hot breath against the back of your neck as Bowser looms over you once more. "So," he says, running one clawed hand slowly up your body until it rests at the small of your back, "what shall we discuss?" His words are laced with menace, and there is no mistaking the power dynamics at play here.

You swallow hard, fear and anticipation mixing together into a cocktail of exhilar

Bowser's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes the truth about you, but it quickly turns to lustful anger when he sees your bra struggling to contain your female form. He yanks you roughly up off the bed by your hair, his claws digging painfully into your scalp. "You lied to me!" he shouts, face contorting with rage as he shakes you violently. "Why would you do that?!"

His anger burns hotter than ever, fueling the desire coursing through his veins. He pauses for a moment, trying to regain control of himself, before slamming you back down onto the bed with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs once more. You feel the rough scales of his hands dig into your shoulders as he holds you down, his weight pinning you in place.

With a maniacal grin, Bowser leans in close, lips curled back from his sharp teeth. "Now," he growls, "you're going to do exactly what I say...and you're going to enjoy it." His hand slides lower on your body, deftly undoing the clasps of your bra and letting the lacy cups fall away, revealing your perky breasts to his hungry gaze. "I thought I was being generous before," he whispers maliciously, rubbing one clawed hand over your nipple before pinching it roughly between his thumb and forefinger.

You cry out in pain as Bowser pulls on your sensitive nub, the bed sheets bunched up underneath you making you feel even more exposed. His other hand snakes down to stroke your smooth, shaven sex through the lace of your panties. "Don't worry," he hisses,