Free The Beasts' Breeding Dungeon by Bree Bellucci

THE BEASTS' BREEDING DUNGEON:
The Overlord's Depraved Tales
     
     
    By
    Bree Bellucci
     
     
     
    SMASHWORDS EDITION
     
     
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    PUBLISHED BY:
    Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
     
     
    The Beasts' Breeding Dungeon: The Overlord's
Depraved Tales
    Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci
     
     
    This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
     
     
    Adult Reading Material
    The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
     
     
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THE BEASTS' BREEDING DUNGEON:
The Overlord's Depraved Tales
     
     
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    Ava’s jaw nearly hit the floor as she and
Michelle were herded into the darkened room where the magnificent
mural took up the entire wall.
    “Isn’t it amazing?” Michelle whispered,
walking up to study DaVinci’s masterpiece as the glass doors sealed
behind them.
    “I had no idea it was so big,” Ava whispered
with awe. While Michelle stood and marveled at the stunning art
that she had seen before, Ava took slow deliberate steps towards
The Last Supper. A herd of Chinese tourists bustled past Ava,
nearly knocking her over but she could have cared less. She had no
idea that The Last Supper took up an entire wall of a church. She
thought it had simply been a painting that hung on a wall. She only
half-listened as Michelle informed her about how the church had
been bombed during World War II.
    Before Ava even realized it, their time was
up and they were being led though more doors as another group of
tourists was shuffled in behind them.
    “I really can’t believe how impressive that
was,” she stammered as they exited Santa Maria delle Grazie and
made their way back up to the main street.
    “I know,” Michelle exclaimed, “I knew you
would love it once you saw it.”
    Ava glanced down at the small bag she held
from the gift shop. She couldn’t stop herself from buying a handful
of Last Supper postcards, bookmarks and magnets.
    “It was so big,” she kept repeating.
    Michelle tossed back her dark hair and
laughed. “That’s why you should always listen to me,” she teased as
she motioned for them to run across the busy street during a lag in
traffic.
    “I’m glad I did,” Ava said, craning her neck
up the street to look for a bus. Much to their good fortune, a bus
was making its way towards them and they hopped on board.
    “Okay, what’s next?” Ava asked as Michelle
scrolled through her smart phone. Best friends since college, Ava
and Michelle had decided to take a trip to Europe to celebrate
their recent business success.
    At twenty-seven, Ava and Michelle had both
left their careers in the fashion industry to create their own
fashion line. They both dumped their substantial 401K’s into their
business, and one year later they were reaping their return with a
deal with Macy’s. They were about to be thrown into a grueling work
schedule and they thought the best way to celebrate was a ten day
trip to Europe, with stops in some of the biggest fashion capitols
of the world. After two days in London and two days in Paris, the
women were enjoying a brief stint in Milan before heading down to
the Italian Riviera to relax.
    The bus pulled up to Piazza del Duomo and the
women exited before entering the large square. The square was
packed with many people bustling around and large numbers of
tourists stopping to take photos. They walked towards the cathedral
and then cut across to the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, a giant
shopping mall.
    They entered the huge arches, and Michelle
dragged Ava towards the inside of the building. Michelle had been
to Milan before thanks to her Italian-born father who had numerous
relatives in Italy. Michelle was clearly her father’s daughter,
with long dark