Chapter 0 - Chapter One

“Hurry.” Yennefer ordered, leading a group of sobbing young women behind her. A powerful sorceress with a quarter of elf blood, Yennefer's pale skin stood out in the moonlight. Her long black hair was flowing with the breeze while her violet eyes glowed with the inner power of her spirit. Her attire made her look like a witch from the wilds, adorned in a slit black skirt; black thigh-high lace leggings; an off-shoulder black top with long sleeves and feather fringes; gloves; and thigh-high boots.

Behind the trembling women, a red-haired sorceress watched the rear. Trish was an attractive and beautiful fair skinned woman with fierce red hair, and green eyes. Her slender body garbed in an almost elven outfit consisting of a thin green dress with a plunging low neckline under a partially open thin over-coat with an ankle-length hem. She waited for the third of their party to appear from the shadows. “Are our tracks covered?”

“No witnesses left.” Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon sheathed her sword. Commonly known as Ciri, the emerald green eyed novice witcher was a slim young woman strong in martial lethality and powerful magic. She wiped her hand over her short ashen-gray hair, magically removing the dirt and blood from her most recent battle. 

Unlike Trish and Yennefer, Ciri has worn an outfit more suited for combat. Her slender form was garbed in a chainmail cropped vest with a cropped white laced undershirt and loose red jacket underneath her mail and a single plate on her right shoulder. Her arms were covered in black fingerless bracers with the right glove being longer than the left. Her legs were adorned in brown thigh-high leggings with knee plates and matching black boots; and an embroidered black pelvic cloth covered her rear and crotch, but left her thighs exposed.

The heroines had donned their attires to infiltrate the targeted manor. Yennefer and Trish had to suffer the pride and smug arrogance of the attendants while Ciri searched the lower levels for the captive nuns. Once Ciri found the nuns, the two sorceresses received the signal and proceeded to unleash arcane hell upon the nobles. Even the arcane knights serving as guards were no match for Yennefer and Trish's greater combined power.

The hard part would just be the long road back to the nearest and safest church of Melitele to return their retrieved novices. The heroines didn't trust the churches in the area, Trish suspected that the clergy had been bribed into looking the other way. Otherwise, it would be impossible to kidnap a woman of the cloth and not get caught or rouse wider outrage.

The hard part would just be the long road back to the nearest and safest church of Melitele to return their retrieved novices. The heroines didn't trust the churches in the area, Trish suspected that the clergy had been bribed into looking the other way. Otherwise, it would be impossible to kidnap a woman of the cloth and not get caught or rouse wider outrage.

“Be strong sisters, our prayers are answered and sanctuary is coming.” The most mature and calm of the seven nuns said to her sisters, her blond hair reaching her ankles and her blue eyes reflecting quiet strength. All of the seven nuns were blonds with different hair styles. All of the young women were particularly attractive in face and body shape, accentuated by how they only wore skimpy high slit red robes resembling tabards.  The thin robes hugged their attractive bodies with a dangerous amount of their breasts exposed on the sides along with their hips and legs. If they wore any panties, the straps were too thin to see or know for certain.

“Are they really going to help us?” One of the nuns asked skeptically. The young woman had keen purple eyes and uneven shoulder-length hair. Her tunic strained to keep her large breasts in place, forcing her to have to correct for when a nipple or areolae kept peeking through. “For all we know, they will just lead us to another trader and sell us.”

“Have faith sister, they have risked much to save us-”

“Actually, it's fine to ask questions.” Yennefer affirmed diplomatically, turning to the blue and purple eyed nuns. “I am a stranger after all. You don't owe me any trust and I won't waste words forcing you. Let my actions speak for me once you're taken to safety.”

“Or feel free to go off on your own and find your way home by yourself.” Ciri stated sarcastically, having less patience than the sorceress. The Witcher pointed out to the forest around them filled with strange sounds and predators devouring screaming prey. The nuns saw an owl fly overhead with a shredded smaller bird in its talons. “Or be quiet and let us save you. It's your choice.”

“We're not supposed to scare them.” Trish admonished in annoyance, knowing that this wasn't putting the frightened nuns at ease. The redhead could see both sides of the situation and could only sigh while trying to find a way to keep the nuns from running away. If the girls decided to flee in panic, someone might catch them and the trio was tasked with saving all of the nuns. It would not help to explain that they saved seven, but some ran away because they were frightened.

Ciri rolled her eyes and groaned. “We're here to save them, not to be popular.”

“We can be both you know-” Yennefer's eyes widened when she felt something strange about the ground. She realized that the group was about to step onto a lighter empty hollow lying just below the path. One that was barely holding up with a few women on it and was soon about to bear the combined weight of ten women. “Stop...”

“What for?” A hazel eyed nun asked while the group stepped forward despite Yennefer's wordless silent warnings. “What is the matter Lady Yennefer-” 

Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath the nuns and some felt like they were stepping through empty air before they fell. Caught in the middle of the collapse, Yennefer could only soundlessly curse and brace herself to survive her fall. Around her, the other nuns were screaming and shrieking in shock and surprise with grass and dirt falling down all around them. In the brief few seconds that she had, the sorceress was weaving a spell to blunt some of the force from the inevitable impact.

Thankfully, Yennefer felt a splash rather than a splat when she hit the ground. The ground was soft and wet, something foul and damp had pressed into her hair and face. She struggled against what she realized to be mud, pulling her head out of the muck to take a breath. She could hear the cries of the other nuns, assured that her spell worked.

Trish and Ciri had managed to roll away just in time as the ground gave way under them. They set themselves up and looked back, now seeing a big hole in the middle of the forest trail. An old pit trap left behind by a past war and was forgotten on this old trail. Fearing the worst, Trish and Ciri looked down into the hole. “Yennefer! Are you down there?”

“I'm alright! The nuns are alive too!” Yennefer shouted up, they heard squishing and sqelching sounds along the echoes of moans and sobs. Trish charged fire magic in her hand and let an orb of warm light float down into the hole. “Thanks for the light! We're going to need rope and fast!”

“We're sinking!” The twin bun nun panicked, flailing around on her back and splashing mud onto and all around here. “We're sinking!”

“Quiet!” Yennefer pulled the girl onto her feet, furious that her dress was ruined by the tepid organic sludge that she and the nuns were stuck in. “If you were sinking, you would be dead you stupid girl. Now pull yourself together or I'll dunk your head in.”

“Peace please.” The calm nun begged, managing to keep her fears to herself. “We will be alright. It is only mud.” Truth be told, Yennefer and the nuns felt something hard and firm under the mud's surface but couldn't tell if it was rock or something else. At the moment, they were miserable from the humid cavern that they had fallen into. All of the girls were covered in mud with the nun's damp robes clinging to them or starting to peel off from too much sludge on them.

“It's everywhere...” The purple eyed nun with shoulder length hair complained, trying to wring the wet mud from her hair. A strap of her tunic was undone causing the right half of her top to fall open and expose her pale cream skinned breast. She was thigh deep in the mud, her loin cloth straining from the damp wet mud pulling it into the sludge.

Yennefer could not think of a name, but she could tell that the skeleton surrounding the cavern was large. She saw the remains of a horned skull and thought that it resembled a dragon. Knowing first hand how powerful a dragon could be, the sorceress wondered how a serpentine drake could have died in this damp cavern. 

She put her hand in the sludge and sighed from realizing what made the organic syrup. “It's going to take so long to wash it out of my dress.” In truth, she was only voicing her annoyance to lighten the mood. She would gladly make herself as filthy as possible after getting out of this flooded muddy cavern. Something was telling her that mud was the least of her worries, but Yennefer couldn't say exactly what as of yet.

“I need to clean my glasses.” The nun with glasses and a braided ponytail was half-blind thanks to the muck over her glasses. While she tried to wipe them off, she was ignorant of how she was fully nude and filthy within a hip-deep part of the organic soap. She put her glasses on over her green eyes and frowned. “I can't see shit still.”

The near-blind nun was wavering through the sludge, unable to see that she was coming closer to a stirring pile of rancid black pods. Disturbed by the humans that fell into their dwelling, a colony of strange creatures were detecting the scent of fresh succulent living intruders. One of whom was getting closer and closer to their colony, causing one to raise itself up towards the nun. 

“Don't wonder too far.” The twin bunned nun called after her friend, unable to see the black pod emerging out behind her. Quietly, the pod opened to reveal a long tube of pink flesh emerge out. Crowned with two rings of teeth, the slug-like scavenger was covered in fine hairs prickling from the scent and sound of this near nude nun.

The hazel eyed nun was the first to notice the occupants of the mud pit. Her eyes widened in horror at the worm poising to strike her sister and to see others wandering closer to the silent shapes coming out of the mud. So shocked was this hazel eyed nun, that she could see the three creatures quietly gathering themselves around her. Nor was she able to realize that she was backing her head right towards the opening maw of the meat-weasel known as carnictis.

Parasitic carnivores, the carnictis leech-worms had previously found their way inside of a sickly wingless dragon. There the worms had feasted on the dragon's insides and leftover food, engorging themselves even after the dragon succumbed to its sickness. Rain and storm had caused the decaying corpse to be buried for many years, giving nourishment to the growing and multiplying parasites until only bone was left.

They had been dormant for all of that time, but now eight luscious and near nude young women were in their grasp. While the carnictis will eat anything that they could swallow with their flexible bodies, they remembered their craving for live prey. A craving that would soon unleash them upon the unaware girls wading and struggling through the mud right next to the awakening predators.

A loud yelp caught Yennefer's attention and she turned in time to see a nun get swarmed by pink proboscises and pulled into the mud. Before she could say anything, she saw a jaw crowned proboscis launch at her head, forcing the witch to dive into the mud to dodge. She emerged out with a loud yawn, her mud drenched dress clinging to her sensual body as she fired a bolt of mana at the creature when it lunged at her again.

The creature fell apart into the sludge, but five more had been alerted by Yennefer's magic. Black fleshy cocoons emerged out of the muck and opened to release more worm-like creatures. All of them smacking their mouths open and close as they blindly loomed towards the witch. Some however sensed the flesh of their dead kin and started to bite and swallow chunks of the dead worm, satisfied with scavenging from their slain.

But with Yennefer struggling to protect herself, the nuns were powerless against the carnictis worms swarming upon them. The voluptuous beautiful girls were mercilessly smacked and groped the by the worm's jaws, their tabards stripped from them as they tried to pry from the grip of one carnictis and bumped into another worm.

“Melitele protect us...” The previously calm nun leader was losing her facade in the face of these eyeless faceless creatures. Two carnictis has latched onto her back, making the nun gasp as she was pulled back and forced to pull of her dress to escape them. Her massive breasts and ass jiggling with her frantic movements, she realized that she was surrounded by more emerging meat-weasels. One forced its mouth onto her thigh and another grabbed her shoulder, lifting the girl off of her feet as she saw more carnictis begin to fight over her.

The hazel eyed nun threw her hands up at the pink flesh gripping over her head. Her screams muffled by the worms insides as she was forced onto her knees in the mud. Having gotten a near perfect strike on the girl, the worm advanced its maw over her shoulders, forcing her arms to drop down to her sides. The struggle had caused her perky muddy and slobber covered breasts to jerk out from under her tabard, just to add humiliation to her rising dread and panic as the nun felt the carnictis move its fangs towards her chest.

“I have you! Hold on!” Her wide hips sinking into the sucking maw of a carnictis, one nun was screaming madly while laying on her back. Her arms tightly wrapped around the nude nun trying to pull her out of the carnictis. It was a losing battle, but the disciple of Melilte didn't stop trying to save her sister. The shrieking girl's belly being slobbered upon by the gluttonous fat carnictis salivating from the warm sensual legs being gripped by its insides.

Suddenly, the other nun felt something latch onto the top of her head. Before she could try to pry it off, another carnictis surged its maw over her face and rapidly consumed her shoulders. In her struggle for her own life, the nun was pulled away from her begging sister. Mud sloshed and splashed as each nun was left to their fate, utterly unable to fight against the worms whose grip sucked against their fair skin.

“What the fuck...” Yennefer had heard stories about these creatures, but could not believe what she was seeing. The nun's legs kicked out from the carnictis' maw, the proboscis had stretched impossibly and seemed unbothered by the feminine bulge ballooning out its shape. The girl was struggling and screaming inside, the sorceress could see the girl's face through the worm's stretched skin as its jaws gripped around her big ass.

The nun's legs were spread open and kicking weakly, the girl inside tired from her weakening struggles and the blood rushing to her head. Her barely covered crotch didn't stay modest for long as the prodding mouths of other carnictis managed to loosen her thong. They suckled onto her plump thighs getting as much of a taste as they could of the meal that they would have to miss.

“No...no please...” The green eyed nun didn't need glasses to know that she was never going to see the light of day again. Her impressive chest was being squeezed and stuffed into the carnictis' maw, scratching and slobbering all over her bare skin. Her voluptuous body filled out its stretched body, tears streaming down the nun's face while she wriggled her shoulder vainly and impotently.

“Help me...” The purple eyed nun held onto the rope looking up at Trish, the carnictis' maw sloppily and loudly sliding up over her hips. The meat-weasels fangs scratched over her silky white skin, the worm's mouth squeezing over her lower body and fitting it like a glove. The shrieking nun felt the worm's hot breath upon her legs and moving up to her bare crotch, she could feel its insides slobbering onto her skin and making her panic more. “HELP!”

“Trish! Tie it around the tree!” Ciri was losing ground, something heavy was pulling her closer to the hole and she couldn't keep her footing. She could hear screaming in the pit and saw bits of flashing magic from Yennefer. But she couldn't get a good enough view down into the pit without loosening her grip on the straining rope.

“You can't hold it by yourself!” Trish was afraid that she wouldn't have time to ground the rope before Ciri fell in. So the redhead grabbed the thick rope and attempted to help her friend. But the two women felt a sudden jerk of strength pull both of them off of their feet. Their faces fixed with shock, the two heroines were pulled into the pit.

Her mana starting to run out and an endless mass of soundless worms swarming around her, Yennefer was barely able to keep from being caught. More and more, the carnictis worms nipped at her or briefly got her arm or back or chest. Worst was that she still heard the screams and struggles of the helpless nuns being attacked or eaten. “This couldn't get any worst.”

Just then, Ciri and Trish hit the mud with a loud splash, attracting several worms away from Yennefer. Ciri coughed as he pulled herself out of the mud and saw Trish lying on her back in the mud, starting to sink as the mud slipped over her ruined dress. Ciri grabbed Trish to hold her up, relieved to see that she was breathing and growling at how she'd been knocked out.

“This is my fault...sorry...” Ciri apologized and her reflexes flared up, causing the witcher to draw her sword and slash behind her. A large pink worm fell in half into the mud and a dozen others were wading through the mud towards her. She saw flashes of mana past the wall of worms where Yennefer was fighting for her life and knew that this was not a good time for self pity. “Trish...now would be a good time to wake up.”

“No!” The nun screamed out, holding onto Yennefer with all of her might. Her gracious bosom was being squished and squeezed as it disappeared in the carnictis' sliding sloppy maw. The meat weasel's fangs were brushing against the nun's nipples repeatedly, the worm's maw pulsing and throbbing as it pulled onto the girl it had nearly fully consumed.

Yennefer was managing to keep herself in the fight, but could do little to nothing for anyone else. All around her, the struggling screaming nuns were being sucked in by the oversized parasites. Hair, hands, heads and dangling legs stuck out from engorged pink appendages bulged with vaguely voluptuous feminine shapes. 

“Hold still!” Yennefer demanded, trying to get an arm free to be able to cast a heat spell onto the carnictis. But the panicking nun wouldn't let go of the mage, leaving her having to struggle against the very girl she was trying to save. Yennefer saw Ciri fighting to protect a breathing, but unmoving Trish from the mob of worms around them.

But the sorceresses' luck ran out when two carnictis attacked her. One grabbed onto her face and the other went for her ample chest. Blind and desperate, Yennefer over-expended her magic as she blew away the two worms and threw herself into the mud from the backlash. Slightly dazed, Yennefer felt a worm latched onto right breast, squeezing over her tit and pulling back to stretch it as the sorceress moaned and beat her fists against the worm.

Another worm joined the attack, tackling her bare back from behind. Yennefer was released only to be thrown onto her front as the worm moved its jaws down her back and ass, lightly tasting her romp before it swerved to catch both of her feet in its jaws. Her nude chest pressed into the mud, Yennefer found herself unable to stand up. She had not yet realized that her legs were being swallowed by an opportunistic worm. She hauled herself up by her arms and felt curved fangs press onto her buttocks, the witch's eyes widening when she fully comprehended what was happening to her. 

“Please...please...” Her voluptuous body engorging the worm's body, the blond nun's head was sticking out of its maw. The nun's shoulders were gulped down slowly as the crying nun begged anyone or anything for salvation. The worm's undulating insides massaged her nude sensitive body, the meat-weasel using its enhanced tastes to savor the live essence of this lost nun.


“No...no...” Another nun begged, sticking out her arms at anything to try to pull herself out as her chest was being gulped upon by the worm swallowing her. All around her, her sisters were in the same dire straits. The worms had made good work of the seven nuns, they were mostly swallowed now with only desirable legs, heavy bosoms and crying pretty faces sticking out of the worms. With their escorts fighting a losing battle for their lives, there was no hope for the poor nuns.

Ciri tried to ward the carnictis away from Trish, swinging her sword to decapitate a worm and give a meal to its smaller cousins. More worms were latching onto the moaning Trish picking her up and trying to fight over her lithe body. Ciri put a stop to that conflict, using her blade to hack at the worms until only one was left. As it tried to expand its mouth over the top of Trish's redhead, Ciri thrust her sword through its pink head and made the creature fall limply into the mud.

Ciri cut apart another worm and turned in time to see two worms latch their mouths onto Trish's hands and suck in her arms. Ciri prepared to cut them down, but two worms tackled her back and threw her into the mud. With the witcher trying to get up and get the leeches off of her back, Trish was freely held up for a bigger worm to suck in her legs in one fell swoop.

“Trish!” Yennefer called out, trying desperately to pry off the fanged mouth surging up her thighs. But suddenly a worm grabbed onto her face and blinded her. Leaving her unfocused and letting the worm devouring her legs suck in hear hands as well, trapping her arms in its strong grip. “Damn it! It got my hands! It got my hands!”

With her damp and torn clothes dangling from her exposed upper body, Ciri had managed to dislodge herself from her attackers. But her sword was stuck in one of the corpses and she was blindsided by the worm that knocked her from her feet again. She looked down through her muddled vision to see a carnictis pulling her foot into its hot orifice and moving up her calf.

Ciri kicked at the worm sucking in her knee, but all she did was get her other leg caught in the worm's maw. She fell back into the mud and coughed, straining to reach for her dropped sword as her other hand tried to pry at the worm consuming over her legs. All that managed to do was get her arm stuck in the maw's thick jaws as well, making Ciri's tough situation even worst with each second.

Yennefer was shivering, keeping her mouth closed to hold the scream building in her throat. The foul hot maw of the carnictis was squeezing around her waist just below her navel. Smaller carnictis worms were groping all over her body, grabbing and tearing at her clothes to expose her bare pale skin to the cavern air. 

Trish remained unconscious, moaning absently while being lifted upside down by the worm slurping over her legs. Her dress and coat had been lost in the mud, leaving the redhead nude in the meat-weasel's grasp. Her shut eyelids fluttered from the slime that dripped down over her face, the slobbering worm spitting all over the human whose thighs it was tasting.

Ciri fought and cried, but she could only do so much with just one arm. The other arm was still being sucked on, the vacuum pressure bringing stinging pain to the witcher like her arm was being stretched. Her lost sword was just out of reach, leaving her at the mercy of the worms picking at her while the bigger worm secured her legs and arm.

“Melitle...mercy...” The last nun stuck out of the bulging carnictis with only hear head and pushed up massive breasts sticking out of the worm. Her sisters had already been doomed and devoured, the women trying to protect them now beaten and slowly sinking into the pink grasping twitching mouths of the foul worms. The nun closed her eyes, whispering a prayer as the worm latched its jaws onto her head and pulled her into a dark pink void.

“Trish...” Ciri said tearfully, feeling the worm move up her slim belly and start to squeeze around her modest chest. Unconscious and un-moving, Trish was being quickly devoured by the carnictis gulping upon her flushed body. The smaller worms had calmed themselves and released her arms to scavenge from the dead worms. All Trish could do was moan and shutter as she was consumed up to her shoulders. 

“Trish!” Ciri screamed, gasping when her breasts were prodded by the carnictis' teeth. Her own body was nearly fully consumed, forming a nubile bulge in the carnictis elastic pink mouth. But Ciri was more focused on how Trish's body just stayed still while hear head and arms dangled out of the carnictis' mouth. Ciri couldn't understand how her friend remained quiet and silent as she was devoured. Or perhaps Ciri was looking to Trish's predicament to ignore her own powerlessness and despair.

When Trish's face sank into the carnictis' mouth and Yennefer's pale big bosom was clutched and forced into another carnictis' maw, Ciri gave up. She shrieked and sobbed, the full weight of this defeat and fate crashing down on her. She wasn't a witcher anymore, she was just a crying girl who was about to be food for lowly oversized leeches. 

“Ciri...” Yennefer muttered, watching her daughter cry out as her face began to sink into the carnictis' maw. Her arm wavered out and swung around before it was slowly sucked into the carnictis' closing mouth. The long proboscis was stretched out by Ciri's petite body, the witcher struggling as the carnictis retracted its bulging mouth into its dark gray shell.

“What have I done-” Yennefer didn't resist when her head was pulled into the worm's mouth, her thoughts lingering on the many failures leading to this moment. It had been her idea to take this mission, taking this path had been her idea, falling into the trap was her fault and now oversized slugs were going to eat her and her friends because she wasn't strong enough.

Fattened and engorged, the ten carnictis worms rested and ignored the muffled pleas and cries of their consumed victims. The other worms were settling for the blasted and slashed flesh of their slaughtered brethren. The fattened ten let the mud slosh over their dark shells, savoring the fresh meals that sobbed and cried within their tight and hot insides.

Every inch of their nude bodies would be caressed and rubbed by the worm's bowels. Any magic that Yennefer could gather would just be absorbed by the worms adaptive bodies. Every breath forced Ciri to inhale the rancid smell of her new flesh prison. Trish's body was repeated coated and splashed with thick liquids that made her cough each time she had to swallow them. Each nun had to wonder how long their gifted voluptuous bodies would be molested and squeezed before they were finally digested.

Matters were worsened by a last detail of the forgotten trap. Magic seals activated to start replacing the dirt that had previously hidden the deep crevice. Moments passed before earth and grass covered over the massive hole in the seldom traveled path. Ensuring that the ancient trap could be reused for the future and that the meat-weasel carnictis could engorge and nourish themselves in peace.
