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,

Bowser awakens to the warmth of the morning sun streaming through his bedchamber window. Groaning softly, he rolls over in his massive bed, only to find that the spot where his prize had been lying last night is now empty. Fury and panic course through him as he jumps out of bed and storms across the room, throwing open the door to reveal a lush garden beyond.

He sees her, standing atop a stone pedestal in the center of the garden, dressed once more in her normal attire. Her shoulders slump defiantly and her chin is raised high as she looks him dead in the eye. The expression on her face speaks volumes; she's not afraid anymore.

Bowser narrows his eyes and grinds his teeth together angrily, struggling to maintain control of himself. "So," he growls through gritted fangs, "you think you can just walk away from me so easily?" He takes a step forward, then another, closing the distance between them until there's barely more than arm's length between them. "I was going to let you live," he continues in a low, dangerous whisper, "but now I think I'll have to teach you a lesson."

His hot breath flickers across her cheek as his clawed hand lashes out, slamming into the pedestal with enough force to send cracks spreading through the stone. Dust clouds rise up around them, obscuring their vision momentarily. When it clears, he's right there before her again, pinning her against the now-weakened support with his body.

"You will obey me," Bowser growls into her ear, "or you will suffer the consequences." His claws dig painfully into her back through the thin fabric of

Bowser freezes in place at the sight of you, his eyes widening as they take in your appearance. You stand before him once more, but this time dressed like the princess he's spent so long searching for. Your hair is flowing freely down your back and adorned with a delicate tiara, and your body curves are now on full display beneath the feminine robes.

His thoughts race as he processes this new development, anger giving way to curiosity and then lustful desire. He's not sure what to make of it; did you truly deceive him all this time? Or was it simply a game you were playing? Either way, the knowledge that Princess Peach may have been closer than he ever realized only serves to stoke his fires further.

With a growl, Bowser yanks you roughly against his chest, pinning your slim form to him with his bulk. His clawed hand reaches up to grab a fistful of your hair, holding your head steady as he leans in close. "Why?" he demands, his voice raw and guttural. "Why did you hide yourself from me like this?"

You tremble under the force of his touch, both afraid and aroused by his powerful presence. Trying to maintain some semblance of defiance, you meet his gaze head-on and reply, your voice quavering with uncertainty, "I...I wanted to see if I could make it on my own..."

Bowser snorts dismissively and shakes his head. "Oh?" he says mockingly. "And how has that worked out for you?" He growls as he leans in closer still, nipping gently at your neck before sucking at the tender flesh beneath your earlobe. His other hand slides lower down your back, cupping your rounded bottom possess

Well, well, well... it seems that you've made quite the little life for yourself here," Bowser says, eyeing your new surroundings with interest. "And it also looks like you may have found yourself a rather cozy little army of toad subjects too." He chuckles darkly as he runs his claws over your plush behind, feeling the power that comes with owning such an impressive force at his disposal.

"But now," he says leaning in close once more, "I think it's time for you to come back home with me." His hot breath fogs up your ear as he continues in a low, husky murmur, "You belong to me, and I won't have you defying my orders ever again. You're going to learn your place...you're going to be mine."

Bowser tightens his grip on you, almost lifting you off the ground with his strength as he prepares to carry you back to his own kingdom. "And don't even think about trying anything funny," he growls, pressing his claws into your sides warningly. "I may have been distracted before, but I won't make that mistake again." He pauses for a moment and smirks, adding with malicious amusement, "At least...not until after I've properly tamed you."

Bowser lets out an enraged roar as the toads swarm in and arrest him, hauling his massive form away despite his struggles. He glances back at you with a mixture of fury and betrayal before the last rays of sunlight are blocked out by the closing iron gate of his new prison cell. The metal clangs ominously as it slides shut with a deafening crash, sealing him inside with barely enough room to move.

For now, Bowser is forced to content himself with bellowing his rage and fury against the unforgiving stone walls. He paces back and forth in his cell, claws extended and muscles tense as he tries to find a way out of this predicament. But it soon becomes clear that escape is not an option; the Toad Guards are vigilant and will not let him slip past their watchful eyes.

As time passes, Bowser's anger begins to ebb away, replaced by a sense of determination and cunning. He knows that he must find some other way to regain control and exact his revenge upon those who have dared defy him. The toads had better watch their backs; retribution is coming, and it will be swift and merciless when it finally arrives.

In the meantime, however, Bowser must content himself with plotting his escape from this prison cell...and figuring out a way to deal with you once he's free again. His gaze drifts back to where you once stood, and a cruel smile slowly spreads across his lips. You may think that you've won this round, but the game is far from over.

Bowser narrows his eyes at the sound of celebration drifting through the cell bars. It takes him a moment to place it, but he realizes that the toads must be celebrating their supposed victory over him. The mere thought infuriates him even further. He pounds his massive fists against the stone walls in frustration, leaving dents and cracks in the ancient mortar.

He glares at you once more before turning away, focusing on the task at hand - finding a way out of this cell and back to where he belongs. With each passing moment, his determination only grows stronger as he begins to formulate a plan. He studies the architecture of the prison, looking for weaknesses or hidden passageways that might lead him closer to freedom.

As time passes, Bowser can't help but wonder what you're doing and how long you think you can keep this up. The thought of being thwarted by some insignificant morsel like yourself fills him with a mixture of rage and disgust. But he knows that soon enough, his chance will come to exact revenge upon both the toads who have dared defy him and on you, the foolish princess who tried to play games with his affections.

And when that day comes, there won't be anything or anyone left standing in his way. For now, he remains silent, content to let his mind wander and plot as he waits for the perfect opportunity to strike...and reclaim everything that was once his.

Bowser's eyes widen in shock as he sees his own son working alongside you in the prison cell, cleaning away debris and repairing damage caused by his rage-fueled outbursts. His anger surges anew at this betrayal, but he manages to keep it under control for now. This changes nothing; he will still have his vengeance upon all those who dare cross him.

He studies the layout of the cell once more, searching for any possible weaknesses that might be exploited. His clawed fingers trace patterns on the stone walls, seeking out joints or cracks where pressure could be applied to force open an exit. The anger and frustration continue to build within him as each passing moment brings him no closer to freedom.

As he paces back and forth, trying to burn off some of his pent-up energy, Bowser can't help but notice the way you move; the sway of your hips, the gentle curvature of your spine. Despite himself, he finds it difficult not to focus on these things. Perhaps this is just a ploy of yours, meant to distract him from his true purpose? If so, it won't work. He knows better than to let himself be swayed by such superficial charms again.

No, he must remain focused. His freedom and his dominance depend on it. With renewed determination, Bowser redoubles his efforts to escape from this prison cell, vowing that when he finally emerges back into the world, both you and his treacherous son will feel the full wrath of his fury.

Bowser stands before the open iron gate of his prison cell, feeling the cool morning air rush over his massive frame as he takes in the sight of the familiar Toad Guards who now stand before him. They part with eager smiles and bows, gesturing for him to exit the dingy, cramped chamber. With a growl of suppressed fury, Bowser steps through the threshold into the bright light of day once more.

He pauses in the center of the courtyard, scanning his surroundings as he takes in the activity of the castle around him. Toad subjects scurry to and fro, going about their duties with a sense of renewed purpose now that their leader has been returned to them. His gaze settles on you for a moment before drifting away, studying the landscape beyond the walls.

His clawed fingers flex impatiently at his sides as he waits for someone to approach him and discuss what happens next. Bowser knows that vengeance is coming, both for those who imprisoned him and for you, the woman who dared deceive and defy him. But for now, he must bide his time and gather his strength until the moment is right. The wait will be excruciating, but it will be worth it when he finally exacts justice upon all who have wronged him.

The sight of you being snatched away by his loyal minions fills Bowser with a twisted mix of satisfaction and anger. He growls low in his throat, feeling the power course through him as he watches you struggle futilely against their iron grip. His eyes burn with hatred and desire as they bore into yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"This time," he snarls through clenched fangs, "you're coming back with me...and you're going to stay." He tightens his grip on the princess's slender form, practically lifting her off the ground as he takes a step closer. "And when I'm done with you," he whispers, his breath hot against your neck, "you'll be begging for more."

With a commanding gesture, Bowser instructs his minions to take you deep within the depths of his castle. As they disappear from view, he lets out a satisfied chuckle, knowing that this time there will be no escape. For now, he contentedly returns to his rule over the land, patiently waiting for the day when he can finally make you truly his.

Bowser's eyes narrow as you mention the possibility of your absence being due to his hallucinations getting worse. He knows that this has been a recurring problem for him, one which has only served to complicate matters and make life more difficult than it already is. With a growl of frustration, he tries to push such thoughts aside as best he can, focusing instead on the task at hand: finding you and reclaiming what is rightfully his.

He summons his loyal minions, directing them to search high and low throughout the castle grounds, dispatching any Toad guards or subjects who might get in their way. His sharp ears pick up every sound, every movement, as he scours the area for any sign of you. Hours pass, filled with impatient pacing and angry bellowing, but still there is no trace of your whereabouts.

Finally, exhausted and nearing the end of his tether, Bowser halts in front of a tower that has long since been abandoned. The air around it feels strange, as if it's tainted by some dark energy or otherworldly power. He takes a tentative step forward, hesitating for a moment before continuing deeper inside the musty old structure. As he proceeds further into the depths of the tower, Bowser can't help but wonder if this is where you've been all along...and if his hallucinations have finally driven him completely insane.

Bowser's eyes narrow as he listens to your words, taking in the information about his minions and the state of the castle guard. He had known that the Toad Guards were formidable opponents, but it seems that they have become even stronger over time, likely due to training and preparation for just such an occasion. This knowledge only serves to further fuel his determination to reclaim his kingdom and assert his dominance once more.

As he ponders your words, Bowser decides that perhaps a change in tactics is in order. Instead of relying solely on brute force and numbers, he will have to employ strategy and cunning if he wishes to defeat the Toad Guards and regain control over his kingdom. He must become as smart as he is strong, using all of his abilities to their fullest potential if he hopes to succeed.

For now, though, Bowser must focus on locating you. If he can find where you've hidden yourself within the castle, perhaps he will gain an advantage over both the Toad Guards and those who seek to keep them safe. With this thought in mind, he continues his search, moving stealthily through the darkened corridors and abandoned chambers of his once-great kingdom, intent on reclaiming what is rightfully his.

Bowser's eyes narrow with renewed determination as he sees the figure of your personal bodyguard standing watch over you. This only serves to fuel his resolve even further; he will not rest until both you and this obstacle are under his control once more. He paces back and forth, studying the bodyguard from a distance, trying to gauge their strengths and weaknesses in case they must be faced directly.

Deciding that stealth may be the best approach for now, Bowser moves closer to where you and your protector are situated, concealing himself behind a tall stack of crates. From here, he can observe your bodyguard's movements without being easily seen himself. It doesn't take long for him to realize that the guard is skilled and experienced, but even so, there must be some way to overcome them.

As hours pass with no sign of progress, Bowser grows increasingly frustrated. He can't help but wonder if you know something he doesn't; perhaps you have some sort of plan or advantage that he hasn't considered yet? The thought makes his blood boil with rage, and he resolves to find out the truth one way or another.

With a growl, Bowser finally emerges from hiding, preparing himself for a confrontation with your bodyguard. He squares his shoulders and bares his sharp claws, willing himself to be as fierce and unrelenting as he needs to be in order to defeat this obstacle standing between him and what is rightfully his.

Bowser growls in frustration as he takes stock of your bodyguard after the brutal beating they've just administered. They are indeed larger and more powerful than he anticipated, their movements fluid and practiced from years of experience defending against threats such as himself. He clenches his fists, willing his own strength to rise in response to this challenge.

With a snarl, Bowser decides that stealth and subtlety will get him nowhere with these imposing guards. Instead, he must employ sheer force and overwhelming ferocity if he hopes to stand any chance of reclaiming what is his. His muscles bunch beneath his armor as he readies himself for another attempt at besting your bodyguard.

This time, he won't hold back. He will unleash every ounce of his strength and fury upon them until they are nothing more than broken shells at his feet. For now, though, he must bide his time and wait for the right opportunity to strike. With a low chuckle that borders on insane, Bowser returns to the shadows once again, plotting and scheming as he watches your bodyguard from afar.

His patience is wearing thin, but he knows it won't be much longer now...soon enough, everything will belong to him once more.

Bowser lets out a victorious roar as he finally manages to snatch you away from your bodyguard. He carries you off with ease, the sheer strength in his massive arms more than a match for even the most valiant of Toad guards. As he disappears into the shadows once again, leaving behind a trail of chaos and confusion in his wake, he can't help but chuckle darkly to himself.

This time, there will be no escape. Now that you are firmly back in his grasp, Bowser has every intention of keeping you close by - and making sure that you never again try to defy or deceive him. He knows better than anyone what it's like to lose control over one's emotions, and he will be damned if he lets himself be so easily led astray again.

With you securely tucked away in his massive arms, Bowser makes his way deeper into the castle, seeking out a place where they can finally be alone. He doesn't trust anyone else to watch over you properly, not when it means risking losing control of the situation again. As he moves through the winding passages and shadowy chambers, Bowser allows himself a small smirk; soon enough, he will have you exactly where he wants you...and then he can begin the process of truly making you his.