Beatrice Graham sighed at the sight before her, she had been stuck in this meeting for over an hour and wanted nothing more than to get back to her hotel room and sleep the night away.
Instead, she was here, listening to her managers and superiors argue about what should be done with "Monster Madness" as the news had called it.
These events had happened several times throughout the world, first hitting here in Castle Rock, Colorado before eventually hitting Canada, Italy, Russia, and Korea as well, with possible unknown locations in the Amazon and Sahara.
The largest event was in Canada, it had happened in the Vancouver Island with several almost house sized black bears going on a rampage in the Courtenay, at the same time revealing fully to the public what had happened.
The worst though was in Russia, in the Kamchatka Mountain range they had discovered the dungeon early on by a swarm of monsters rising over one of the mountains. They had immediately acted deploying both ordnance and troops in the area managing to contain it to the dungeon and sending thousands into it in an attempt to destroy it, only ten of them made it back alive and the area was quarantined.
One of her superiors, a high ranking general practically shouted, "Richardson, this 'dungeon' as it calls itself is a massive threat to the public, at any moment it may become like Russia's with swarms of monsters inside of it. We need to take it out before it's too late."
"General Johnson, we have an incredible chance right now to monitor and research these dungeons before they become a threat," Another of her superiors and head of the Dungeon Research Division. Something that was created specifically because of these events, Paul Richardson, "If we trust the information the dungeon has provided us, destroying her could cause a chain reaction triggering another larger wave from the other 6 dungeons at the very least, or she may even cause others to manifest as well."
Johnson yelled, "Trust it? That dungeon resulted in the deaths of almost one hundred people!"
Paul yelled back, "And we have recordings of her saving lives at the risk of her own. She also has yet to attack us even when we tried excavating her for days and has even provided a channel of communication. Attacking her now could provoke her into striking back!"
The whole room was similar to the two, everyone arguing back and forth about whether they should destroy the dungeon or learn from it, splitting them into the war and research factions as Beatrice called them. Normally these conversations were far above her pay grade, and she preferred it that way, but due to the dungeon's choice in making her its representative she had been required to attend each one.
When she had first received the assignment, she was unsure of what to expect, to go into a potentially dangerous building alone and unarmed and talk with an unknown entity. It hadn't been the strangest assignment she had been given, but it was still up there.
From there it was one of the easiest assignments she had ever been given, no shootouts with potential robbers or doing enhanced interrogation on local drug lords for their suppliers.
She was just a delivery man, waiting for them to create a packet of questions or statements, take it to the dungeon master, ask them each one and write their response and repeat.
While they argued over the research packet and what to put in it, the truth was both functions wanted this dungeon either controlled or gone. The research faction had tried twice now to get her to sign an agreement to serve the U.S. While the war faction wanted it gone by any means necessary and had vouched for such a way since the first day of contact.
Beatrice thought of both factions as nothing but fools. Russia had been putting almost its full military might onto its dungeon with no results, the only thing they had yet to do was drop a nuke onto it, and even then, she doubted it would work.
To think that they could destroy or control such a thing was ludicrous in her eyes. The fact that their dungeon was merciful enough to negotiate, let alone using non-lethal means to circumvent them, was a miracle in itself.
As usual though their arguing brought nothing, and Beatrice knew that her superiors' superiors were likely getting impatient. The Dungeon Research Division had yet to provide any results, while General Johnson's team had yet to provide any actual plan for destroying the dungeon that wasn't deemed as suicidal.
The only information of note that had been provided was from her own reports from information on the Dungeon Master, to notes on the floating glowing orb in the center of the room they met in. Besides her the entire group was getting replaced, and in her opinion it couldn't come sooner.
As was usually the case in her job though her opinion didn't matter, she didn't have the rank nor influence in order to evict these numbskulls that were her superiors and replace them with people that might actually be able to do something.
Instead, the only action's she could take was to deliver the packets, make reports, and daydream during these boring meetings, something that she was beginning to slip into now.
From planning what she'd order from the hotel, wondering about where she'd have her next vacation after this mess, to simple wonders she used to enjoy in the past, almost nothing was off limits for her daydreams. Something that was starting to become a problem to Beatrice.
After her last meeting with the Dungeon Master things began to change in her daydreams though, rather than her usual pleasantries instead she kept focused on the Dungeon Master herself. Beatrice had always adored animals and often daydreamt about rubbing, scratching or combing them, but instead those normal cute animals had all been replaced by the dungeon master. Scratching her small ears, combing that fluffy tail, or having the dungeon master sit in her lap and cuddle them the same way she used to do with her pet dog.
They were also getting lewder as time went on, from kissing on the beach, going to a movie on a date, to even having a romantic dinner together. All of these daydreams were troubling Beatrice as she'd never been into women before, but even then, they were simply getting more intense as time passed on.
Todays was an especially strange one, she was dressed up in puppy gear, soft cartoonish paw pads on her hands, puppy ears on her head, a collar around her neck, and even a tail swishing back and forth behind her. She was left waiting in a cage until her master stepped into the room, the dungeon master, who led her out of the cage after attaching a leash to her collar, leading her to the large bed nearby.
She could feel herself heating up, her face must have been glowing red, with a quick shake of the head she realized that the meeting was finally over, and her superiors were beginning to make their way out of the room.
Following them she eventually sped to her room and shut the door, immediately laying down onto her bed before reaching towards her pussy. Pulling back her hand she could see how wet it was, a thin strand connecting her fingers together, quickly sending her hand back down.
Slowly she glided her finger along the outside, teasing herself as got ready moving gently over her puffy pussy before sliding a finger down into her vagina.
Starting with just one she pushed herself to dive as deeply as she could, her legs hanging freely in the air and twitching every time she pulled her finger back only to push it back in.
Stifling a moan by biting her pillow she forced another finger in, stretching herself as she increased the pace trying to fill that void she had developed during her daydream.
Her hand was slick with her own juices, and usually by now she would have already cum, but something was holding her back. She tried another finger, stretching herself out even more as she tried to desperately fuck herself to completion, the pleasure still building inside of her.
She tried thinking back to one of her past encounters, one of a well-built Brazilian, instead the man was replaced by the Dog-like Dungeon master, a fantasy of her fingers being the one she was fucked, and the second this fantasy showed itself she came.
Spraying juices along the top of her sheets, her legs almost at her head and constantly twitching with each moment that passed by. The pillow doing nothing to stop her moans from coming out and she basked in her completion.
For almost a minute she laid there panting before realizing what she had done, her face growing red in embarrassment. She got back up, heading to the shower in order to try and cool off and forget about this incident of hers, soon though moans were coming from the bathroom as well as Beatrice once more lost herself in her newfound fantasy.