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Ever since the day Nisha was born, she had one single mission that was left to her by her ancestors: to keep their family business, a shop, which sold rare, valuable items to collectors, warriors, enthusiasts, or anyone who took an interest in such things. Somewhere way down in her ancestry line lived a prince, who possessed not only tons of gold and earthly treasures, but also magical items and different spells that had fantastic abilities, and were greatly sought after by wizards.

All his life, he had wanted to become a king, and he was rightfully in line to take the throne. However his ambitions were never realized, as the throne was robbed from her father in a coup, and all his relatives- including the prince- were exiled from the kingdom. He loathed his father for losing the throne but understood that he would never be king, so after years and years of tiring work and stress, he decided that he would retire early.

He took whatever possessions he could take to the small island he was exiled to, and started a shop there, where he sold all his treasure, magic and spells for money that he went on to live comfortably from for the rest of his life. He was so rich that even with the shop having a decent amount of business, his children were still left with more than enough things to sell after his death. So they went on to keep running the store, and eventually passed it down to their children.

Generations went by and eventually the treasures of the long forgotten prince had started to run out. The owners, worrying that they would run out of business, started venturing and collecting rare, interesting items from dungeons, and selling them next to the possessions of their ancestors to sell. They would market these objects as belongings of the prince, while in fact some of them were nothing else than some junk they found lying around in abandoned dungeons. Eventually people started realizing the scam, but since the gathered items were blended in with the valuable ones, it became impossible to tell which was which. The store was eventually rebranded to a regular antique shop, and continued to run through the generations.

Nisha's parents disappeared when she was still just a child. Nobody really knows where they went, they might have been kidnapped and sold to monsters or demons, who were famous for keeping weaker species as slaves to be used for the most perverted and awful purposes. The cat girl never really found out what happened to them, and she was raised by her grandparents.

From a very young age, she was brought out on adventures every day by her grandfather, who taught her all about the job. She learned how to find hidden dungeons, how to recognize and avoid traps, fight guards and select the items that were the most valuable. They also made maps and scrolls together, to identify different creatures, spells and rare objects.

Nisha always wondered how her grandfather managed to stay so strong and sharp despite the fact that he was getting quite old and his hair started to get white on his head, contrasting his shiny black fur on the rest of his body, the same type that Nisha had.

Even after just a couple of missions together, she proved to be quite talented at what she did, and as she grew from a child to a teenager, her strength and quick wit only seemed to grow. She would be the first to recognize traps, climbed difficult rocks and slippery walls with no effort, and of course always landed on her feet like a proper cat girl. Of course her talents didn't go unnoticed by her grandfather, who trusted her with more and more missions, and by the end only acting as a companion for her, carrying whatever didn't fit in her hand and accompanying her just in case anything went wrong. He could rest sure that his craft was going to be carried on by a talented candidate.

But unfortunately as she got faster and stronger, her grandparents got slower and weaker. She could never forget the day when her grandfather didn't accompany her to a mission, because he had gotten so weak that he knew he wouldn't be able to run fast enough to escape in case they needed to flee, or climb out of a hole if it was needed. Even though he would have loved to accompany his granddaughter on many more missions, he knew that he would only be a burden, so from then on, Nisha only went on adventures alone.

The second big shock in her life came when she lost both of her grandparents, only two months apart from each other. On his deathbed, his grandfather legally signed all of his belongings, including the shop to her, and from then on- having no partner, children or siblings- Nisha was left to run the store alone.

It was quite overwhelming to suddenly take care of everything at once. Her grandmother used to be the clerk, cheerfully greeting and serving customers, while also keeping the place clean. Her grandfather did the paperwork, which even though he tried to explain to his young daughter, most of it just went over her head, but now it was hers to deal with as well. . Dungeon diving wasn't the same either, not having a helping hand with her on every single mission was a great setback to what she could explore and then bring home. But even though she struggled a lot at first, she eventually got used to it, and kept the store running to preserve her ancestors' heritage.

She established a routine of running the store only on weekdays, and going on quests on weekends, which did slow the store down quite a bit, and eventually she was struggling to keep up with gathering enough items. Often the entire store would be sold out by the middle of the week, and she made less and less money, causing her to struggle to keep afloat.

Her grandfather had detailed maps of many, many dungeons, but there were quite a few that only had their entrance drawn out, or not even that. These were the ones that he classified as too dangerous, and the dungeons that fell under this category were never explored by him. They were rumored to keep the most interesting, unique and valuable items, but since the store was running quite well, he never felt the need to take anything from the heavily guarded dungeons. "We'll go there when we get in debt!" He used to laugh when Nisha asked him about the maps.

But given the unfortunate circumstances, the cat girl couldn't help but consider trying to get treasure out of one of those dungeons. Even one royal item or valuable spell from there was going to be enough to earn her a month's revenue, and it could really turn the store around, preventing her from getting into debt. Of course, she was scared but also excited, and having no other way of saving her valued family business, she set out to explore one of those dungeons.

Her heart was beating nervously as she walked on the forest path on her way to the dungeon. She had a slim body covered in shiny black fur, and she had reddish brown eyes. Quite a normal appearance for a cat girl her age, but there was one thing about her that really set her apart from the rest: her genitals.

She was born with a completely female anatomy, but from her birth she had a penis instead of a vagina. She had grown up thinking that there was nothing out of the ordinary with her, and her parents accepted her as she was. Nisha was actually quite surprised when she found out how the other girls had strange slits between their legs, while she had a small tube sticking out of there. She didn't really have a problem with it though, and even when she found a gender changing spell on one of her trips, she didn't use it on herself. The penis was part of who she was, and she didn't want to change it even if it wasn't the norm.

Her unusual genitals were one of the reasons she never got into dating and found a partner. She knew that most guys would be into girls with regular vaginas, but despite that, she wasn't really interested in dating in the first place. She might not have found a partner, but she was okay with that. Nisha always thought of herself as a one person team, striving to be independent from others' help. Sometimes loneliness got to her, especially after losing everyone from her family, but when that happened, she just made herself busy with expeditions and adventures. It was what she loved doing, and her only distraction from life, that's why she was so passionate about it.

The map was not all to clear about where she needed to go to find the cave. Since her grandfather had only been there once in his entire lifetime, he never really had the opportunity to draw it all out in detail, so a lot of the navigation was left to the imagination. The path led up a steep mountain, at the bottom of which was a deep, dark forest. At times the path wasn't even visible anymore, due to how rarely people actually dared to wander so deep, so she had to rely on her intuition, and whatever was visible of the peak she was heading to between the tops of the trees.

However this only proved to be more and more difficult as time went on and as the sun started to set. She definitely did not want to spend the night in the monster-ridden forest, but due to the limited visibility, she could not go forward, nor find her way back. She was completely lost.

"Time to use one of those obscure spells I always carry around I guess..." She muttered as she took off her backpack and started looking inside. It mostly contained healing and swiftness spells, but there was one that she had never used before and kept around for an event just like this one.

It was a scroll that read "DIVINE GUIDANCE" at the top. She found it on one of her missions while she was still with her grandfather. "This spell is quite valuable," He explained. "Whatever your destination, it will guide you there by drawing an indestructible, glowing purple line that only you can see. But be careful, you can only use it at night, and it shall disappear when the sun rises."

"Well, time to use this weird little scroll then..." She thought as she started to read the instructions. "Place on top of a drawing, map or illustration of the place you wish to go, then mutter out the following words..." She followed the instructions, holding the two pieces of paper together tightly. "Lead me to where I need to be, for I am lost and in need of divine guidance!" She said, to which the scroll seemingly blended into the map. Suddenly a glowing, purple line started drawing itself out, leading the way through the dark forest.

"Neat!" She thought, proud of herself, that she could still use scrolls after all this time, following the line carefully, not leaving it for even an inch. "Now I just need to hurry, I don't want this thing to disappear while I'm still in here!" She said, speeding up her steps a little bit, almost running.

It only took her an hour or two to get out of the forest and arrive at the foot of the mountain. It looked steep and menacing, but the entrance of the cave in which the dungeon was located was already visible, shown clearly by the purple line.

Rock climbing was never her thing, but she did what she needed to do. Fortunately the line also showed the best places to climb up the rocks, and the different dents and small stones that stuck out of the mountain wall that were the best to get a hold of to get up in safety. By the time she was up, with all the little breaks and rests she had to do, the sun was actually about to dawn. The entrance of the cave was not the most interesting or majestic on its own, but the way the rising sun bathed it in golden light filled her with a sense of triumph.

"Well, that's done! Now comes the interesting part!" She said enthusiastically, stepping into the cave. Just like the map showed it, the inside was quite small and nothing interesting was inside, other than a nest, belonging to a large bird. There were three little chirping birds inside, too small to go hunting on their own, so they were waiting for their parents to bring them food.

"I shouldn't stay here for much longer, if that bird comes home, it's gonna think that I've been messing with its nest... With the help of the map and a little bit of looking around, she found a round stone, which was the door for the hole that led to the hidden dungeon.

"Wow, am I seriously expected to move this out of the way? They could have chosen a more comfortable entrance..." but didn't have much time to think, so Nisha gathered all her strength and rolled the stone out of the way. Indeed, a tight hole, barely wide enough for the girl to fit in was revealed, a rope connected to the other end of the rock with which she could safely get down. The dungeon was deeper than she had first expected, but after a minute or so of descending, her feet finally hit the cold stone floor of the dark dungeon, only dimly illuminated by ancient looking torches.

"If those torches are glowing, then this dungeon is definitely not fully abandoned" She thought. "Gramps really was right about this being a risky place! What could they be hiding, though? One way to find out I guess..."

Behind her was the old entrance of the dungeon. A huge oval gate, which was now covered in rocks and permanently closed off, the only entrance and exit to the dungeon becoming that tiny hatch above. She didn't really understand how that huge gate got built into the mountain when it used to be outside, but she guessed that it was a work of magic. There were three ways to go. She could either go left, into a pitch black corridor with sounds that sounded like a large creature snoring echoing through its walls. She looked at the map, but nothing was drawn there, as if the corridor hadn't even existed at the time when her grandfather visited the dungeon. And indeed, the door that led into it had quite rough edges, the bricks slightly worn out and cracked at the sides, as if someone or something had busted it down.

Her second option was to go straight ahead through a dimly lit corridor, which was so long that she couldn't even see the end. The map didn't show much either, a long, drawn out corridor followed by a round room that had a large question mark in the middle. Seems like he hadn't gone in there either.

The third option, going right seemed the most inviting, as that corridor was better lit than all the others, and even the map had more details. So she headed right, and soon enough found a door on the left, exactly where the map pointed it out to be. She carefully opened the door to peek inside, but didn't see too much. The room itself was very dark, but a candle was glowing somewhere inside, so it wasn't completely pitch black. She didn't dare to open the door any further as these old ones tend to make a lot of noise, so she just slipped inside through the small slit she had just created for herself.

Right when she got inside, she jumped back in shock, hitting a bookshelf behind her back, which resulted in all of the books falling down, a huge leather cover one barely missing her head. "Damn it! It was just an armor stand..." She cursed to herself, quietly whispering. In front of her was an armor stand, with some old, rusty armor mounted on it, which gave her the impression as if someone was actually there when she slipped in.

The room wasn't really interesting at all, just lots of bookshelves and a desk in the middle. She took a tiny needle out of her pocket and picked all of the locks to the drawers, but other than an old, broken watch and a couple of documents written in a language she couldn't understand, she didn't manage to find anything interesting.

She sighed in disappointment, all that effort and being scared for nothing! But just as she headed out to explore more of the rooms, she noticed something. Even though all of the books fell down from the shelves when she bumped into them, a single one remained intact on one of them. It wasn't by a wall, just standing on its own around the middle, and it didn't even tip over, just diligently standing on its edge as if nothing had happened.

"Now that's either some kind of ungodly luck, or something's going on with that book..." She thought to herself, making her way up to it. It was quite high above, but she managed to reach it by standing on the tip of her toes. She grabbed it and attempted to take it down, but to her surprise a spring pulled it back. She could instantly hear a loud, mechanical sound as if hundreds of big and small cogwheels worked together, and soon enough, the shelf started turning.

"That's so clich辿! I can't believe they've actually done this!" She said in amusement, making her way to the secret room behind the bookshelf. It wasn't very big, only about half as large as her bedroom, but it had quite a lot of space since it was empty other than the chest on the floor. She put her needle into it and started picking it, but it appeared to be some kind of special lock, one she had never come across in her life. After several minutes of trying, her hand got sore and had to give up, kicking the lock in anger.

At that moment, the old lock that appeared to be highly rusted on the inside broke apart, the pieces falling on the ground with a loud jingle. "Really? Is this what I tortured my hand for?" She said both in frustration, but also with a bit of triumph in her voice. She opened it up to find quite a large key inside with a tiny, handwritten note. She really had to squint her eyes to see what was on it, and to her surprise, it was in a language that she could understand!

"Final note: Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me when I started my business, this mountain is cursed. If someone dares carve a cave into it, every entrance and exit will be grown in by stone in an instant after three hundred years, trapping whoever created it inside. I am now completely stuck, and probably will be until the day I die. If anyone finds this key after my death, let it be the key to the memories of me and my beloved place."

"Tough luck..." She muttered to herself in a phlegmatic tone, then snatched the key from the chest. "This oughta open something important. Maybe that's why Gramps was never able to make a full map of the place! Let me see..."

She ran out of the room and headed to the long, middle corridor, at the end of which was a question mark on the map. Sure enough, there was a large door at the end, the key fitting exactly into its keyhole. The cat girl turned the key, and the old, dusty door opened up with a loud creak. The inside was completely dark, probably nobody had been there for a couple of years. There were quite a few torches on the walls though, so she lit a few of them with the matches that she had.

The room was indeed round, just like how her grandfather drew it in the map, probably through his limited vision looking through the keyhole. There were about ten doors around the room, all looking quite the same. It must have been some kind of lobby. The room itself was quite over-decorated unlike the stone corridors she had just wandered through, the floor was made of marble, the walls had royal red tapestry on them secured by gold, and different colorful crystals were built into the golden finish. There was a huge clear crystal chandelier at the top, but it was too high for her to reach.

"Bingo... This is some rich asshole's place. If I get even a pocketful of stuff from here, I'm gonna be good for at least half a year!" She thought to herself, but instead of tearing out some of the crystals or gold from the walls right away, she decided to go and see what was behind the doors.

She went into the first one, and what greeted her made her freeze in her tracks. It wasn't a monster, not even a corpse or blood. It was something she would have never expected to see on her adventures, let alone in a place like that. It appeared to be a kinky torture room, with a bunch of sex toys lying around.

In the middle was a long table with restraints at the corners, allowing for someone to be tied onto it. It had a shelf below with some burned out candles- probably to provide some extra heat to the one who was being tortured- and there was also a crank at the foot of the bed, which allowed it to be extended out, painfully stretching whoever was tied up to it.

There were quite a few collars, cuffs, leashes and gags all neatly hung up on the wall and waiting to be used. A couple of other toys, butt plugs and dildos scattered around on the ground. Despite the torturous nature of the objects, Nisha didn't assume that the room was ever used to torture criminals or enemies. This was due to the peculiar theming it had; it actually looked quite royal or aristocratic than anything else.

The table was made of dark, expensive looking wood, polished down and without a single scratch. The edges were decorated with an exceptionally thin gold layer, red crystals mounted into it. There was also a pillow at the head, which to the touch was a really, really expensive red silk with- of course- gold string sewed into them. Nisha of course realized that someone who were to be actually tortured would not be granted these luxuries even if they were nobles, and the place was just too pristine to have anyone tortured in them.

The collars had quality fur on the inside, allowing its user to wear it for extended periods of time without it feeling uncomfortable or cutting into their necks. They also appeared to be made out of very high quality leather, silver rings worked into their black material. The leashes appeared to be of the same quality, they were definitely not average dog leashes.The ring gags were made of expensive leather and silver as well, and the only plastic that could be found were in the ball gags, as a crystal or metal ball would have probably been way too hard to bite down on. Even so, the gags were exceptionally well made with different interesting symbols carved into them, and they had a high quality plastic which was not damaged by teeth pushing on it.

The dildos were made of a hard, but still quite flexible rubber, so realistic in shape that it would be impossible to tell apart from real penises if they weren't all pitch black. Every little detail from the foreskin and the head, ending, the softness of where the balls start to even the tiny little veins on the surface were completely realistic. "A blind person would totally fall for this..." She thought in amazement. "I'm definitely taking one of these home! If I can't carry any crystals, at least I'll have something to play with for my long, tiring journey..."

There were also a few different types of plugs. The tiniest ones, which someone with a bigger hole might not even feel, were made of glowing crystals. Nisha remembered learning about them, they were the type of crystals that released pleasure waves into whoever touched them, but her grandfather always warned her of getting too close. They were quite addictive, and if someone had been in contact with them for too long, they could become so dependent on them that they could actually die from not touching them for a long time. That's why she never tried them, but a buttplug made of this crystal really was an interesting idea.

There were also bigger ones, mostly made of gold and silver, and a couple of them that were made of the same type of rubber as the dildos. They had small tubes and a pump sticking out at the bottom, leading Nisha to believe that they were inflatable ones. She looked around a bit more, then decided to check out the rest of the rooms.

She opened the second door and stepped inside, but the room was quite similar, pretty much the same as the first one with the exception that it was neat and tidy. It probably hadn't been used for even longer than room two, which was also signed by the lack of fluids on the floor. The first room had quite a few cum and piss marks all over, which were almost stone by that time, having dried up so much. It also gave the room a lingering gross smell unlike this one, which other than the toys didn't really smell like anything.

Nisha went on to open up more and more of the rooms, only to find the same stuff inside. "Welp, I guess there's no point in looking further, I don't think I'll find anything more valuable than these, Imma start packing and leave as soon as I can..." She muttered, starting to pack a bunch of the scattered around toys into her bag.

"Heh, I guess my customers are not really used to me selling sex toys in my shop... All those gentlemen coming to buy ancient armor or those old wizards looking for spells... I don't think they'll be interested in this stuff! But I guess I can melt in the plugs, and the crystal ones are way too valuable for anyone to care about their shape."

Soon enough, her bag was almost completely filled with the treasure that she collected from the rooms. She cramped in down with force, trying to make space for one last object, then peeked into the last room to look for something small.

"Oh wow, what is this little cute thing?" She bent down to pick up a small cage made of thick, gold wires in the shape of a penis. "It's a cock cage! I always wanted one of these..." She said in awe, opening up her bag to fit it inside, but it didn't fit due to how cramped the bag was.

"Welp... I guess I've gotta carry it on my cock then!" She laughed, throwing the bag aside and pulling down her pants. Her cock was already hard from excitement, so she couldn't put it on right away. She opened the tiny lock on it with the even tinier key that was left in its keyhole, putting it into her pocket to make sure she didn't lose it.

"Okay I've gotta get soft again, this really won't go on like this..." She didn't have a huge dick, only about ten centimeters in length, but the cage was even smaller. She tried to close her eyes and carry her thoughts away, and after a while she finally managed to calm her erection.

She flinched as the cold metal touched her bare member, carefully sliding it in to fill it whole. The cage was just barely big enough to hold her soft penis, so there really wasn't a lot of room for it to get hard. With a click of the lock it was finally secured, and she could put her pants back on, grab her bag and move out.