Chapter 0 - Slaves of the Warlock

Traveling through a swampy humid jungle, five women were surrounded by walls of thick natural foilage and bush-like trees. Growls, distant roars and cries could be heard all around them while they walked upon the damp muddy trail. They were not far from their destination now, a place where three of these five were not expected to return. These three were bound and at the mercy of the other two escorts, being mercilessly herded along like cattle.


“I want to see the tower before sundown, hurry up.” Lady Gothica is a proud, beautiful and powerful sorceress. A witch as deadly as she was desirable, like the honey within the hive of poisonous hornets. Her long black hair flowed down her back like silk, her luscious lips painted blak and even the gracious cleavage from her attire was an evil window into sin. Her corset was low-cut so to flaunt her gifted and large bosom to the world, her cape had a high collar as a mark of her supremacy over others and her mini-skirt slit on both sides to show a great view of her wide hips and thick thighs. 


She was powerful, she was cunning and she was cold and uncaring for others. She didn't care that she was dragging these three girls off to a life of objectification and exploitation. In fact, she was proud of what she was doing, practically gloating at them in word and in action. After all, she was her master's most prized and capable lieutenant, she was practically his herald and all that he earned would be shared with her.


She was too arrogant to consider that her master may have other thoughts on the matter.


Her master had been shown dossiers of the most desirable and beautiful slaves through owl messengers. The warlock settled on three women he wanted as his concubines, trusting Gothica to collect them and bring them to his tower. He also promised Gothica an especial reward once she arrived, perhaps another tome of spells and forbidden arts to increase her potent power. Another step up the ladder towards eventually surpassing her master and throwing him down from the throne he'd newly gotten for himself.


But for now, she had three future slave sluts to escort.


“Be silent you whorish witch! Don't you know you're in a princess' presence?!” The princess of a kingdom barely three cities large, Dierdre was as prideful and arrogant as her father. No, her father at least had some accomplishments and ability to somewhat back up his inflated ego. Dierdre was merely a spoiled and entitled brat living on her father's accomplishments and laurels. Even in captivity, she remained unbearably overbearing and stuck up.


Gothica could see two reasons why this princess was chosen. The most obvious being her youthful beauty like her green eyes and long black hair. Her pretty face with those full rosy lips would be kissable if Gothica didn't have the urge to smack her. Her slender body accentuated the massive bosom strained by the corset she had to wear. Her wide hips and large ass were accentuated by the pelvic curtain that failed to cover her shapely plump legs. 


The second reason was that her master was a sadist who enjoyed toying with his prey. Doubtless, he'd get a great thrill from breaking and dominating a proud noble princess like Dierdre. Seeing the look on the princess' face when her ego broke almost seemed worth putting up with her annoying agitating voice.


“Hey...don't make trouble...please...” Marianne was an innocent soul, practically a child's mind in a woman's body. She was utterly ignorant of her own beauty, unaware of the shocked or lewd gazes she got in her home village. How even being modestly dressed didn't stop her villagers from having indecent thoughts involving hiking up her skirt and clapping the cheeks of her gifted ass. Or how her massive breasts swung around no matter how many layers she wore, her perky nipples sticking up like they wanted to be pinched and sucked.


At the moment, the innocent brunette was tired and heavily breathing, being dragged along in a torturous pace. Marianne's luscious voluptuous body stripped of her previous dress and replaced with a skimpy halterneck top low cut for copious cleavage. The skimpy thin top strained against her massive bouncing breasts, threatening to rip apart from the thankless job of holding in her breasts.


She only wore a long double-slit skirt which left her plump legs and part of her huge ass exposed. Barely clothed and with much of her body uncovered, Marianne felt so vulnerable and dirty while walking through the jungle. Yet, having huge breasts and ass would only count for so much if not for her pretty youthful face, her bright green eyes or her long black hair. The contrast of youthful innocence on this curvaceous voluptuous form meant her new master wouldn't keep his hands off of her.


“In case you haven't noticed, we're already in trouble.” In contrast to the village girl's ignorance or the fallen prince's pride, the curvaceous merchant Beactrice was very aware of where she was going. She was darting around, trying to find someway out of this predicament before she was touched by that abhorrent warlock. She didn't have anything against the other captives, but the merchant could care less about them and was solely focused on saving herself.


Beatrice seemed like a simple, but charming beautiful woman. She had simple glasses over her dazzling blue eyes and long brown hair that ran down to her legs. Her face was confident and her full rosy lips gave an idea that she was not daunted or fearful for the situation. In truth, she was just keeping a cool head and projecting an aura of calm with a hint of feigned weakness to try and lower the guard of her captors.


Yet, she knew where she was being taken and why she was practically naked. The straining very low cut strapless bra was intended to emphasize the shape of her enormous breasts while giving a small hint of her huge pink areolaes and nipples. She only a loincloth and thin thong to cover her groin, leaving her legs, belly and most of her huge ass exposed for an unseen lewd gaze. She swayed around her huge hips, added a skip to her step to let her ass jiggle, all to add to her persona of being submissive and weak while waiting for a chance to take her beautiful ass out of this situation.


“What's the hurry? We're almost there anyway.” Tall, blonde and athletic, the mercenary known as Ivanka was an attractive an intimidating woman. Yet, her fierce appearance would make her more desirable for some, especially when she only wore a skimpy war bikini with a chainmail pelvic curtain over her groin and rear. Yet, her thin clothing failed to hide the size and softness of her huge breasts or her huge ass, they just brought more attention to her toned midriff and thighs. 


Ivanka was a professional and was only helping with this transportation for the high pay. Ivanka had taken certain dirty jobs before and she didn't like it even if the pay was good. Today was going to be one of those days from the look of it. Beneath her uncaring exterior, she was honestly very bothered by helping transport people around like cargo. But Ivanka would silence the little girl inside of her and tell herself that the world was unfair and cruel and she had to accept and deal with that.


“Get moving swine!” Gothica grabbed and pulled on the leash, forcing the panting Marianne to bend back for the sorceress to spit on her. “You disgust me. I could be doing so many things right now. But instead, I'm escorting you scum around.” Gothica took an especial cruel pleasure in tormenting the innocent village girl. She couldn't really figure why, but maybe it was because she wanted a turn with the girl herself?


“Ease up a bit, you wanna snap her neck?” Ivanka's face maintained an indifferent look, but she didn't like seeing that village girl choke. “This whole trip is a pain if you kill one of the slaves. You're choking her.”


“That's the point.” Gothica gripped the leash more tightly, making the village girl gag and choke on her knees. The sorceress enjoyed the widened brown eyes of this slave, she basked in the power that she held over the slave. She smiled as Marianne reached up for her collar trying desperately to loosen it to let the air enter her lungs. 


Gothica relented her grip, letting Marrianne fall onto her face and squished breasts. “You're lucky you're wanted alive.” The village girl turned her face, coughing and breathing rapidly with her face flushed red from blood pressure. “Get up whore!” Gothica kicked Marianne, making the village girl stand on her feet with her huge breasts swaying and rocking with her hasty movements. 


Dierdre just scoffed. “Damn peasants. Making everything worst for us.” The princess glared at the panting village girl and then at the sorceress. “I hope you're enjoying all of this you foul witch. When my father discovers what's been done-”


“Your father was the one who sold you remember?” Gothica reminded the princess with an annoyed tone, honestly sick of this princess and her spoiled prattling. “Oh right, you don't believe me don't you?”


“You're just lying to make me break. But I'm not weak like the commoner or the swindler.” Dierdre boasted, utterly blind to her current peril and situation. “All of you will be in the belly of beasts when this farce is done.”


Ivanka didn't blame Dierdre's father for selling her daughter. “When the Warlock fucks you like a sow, I hope I can watch the look on your face.”


“Laugh now witch, but justice will be-” Gothica tripped the girl onto her face, causing one of her breasts to jump out of her outfit. The princess managed to stand back up despite her restraints while the witch just glared her down with a self satisfied smirk. “I will hurt you for this.”


“Deny reality if you want. You noble brats always see it one way another in the end.” Gothica remarked, glowering in the power she had over this fallen captive princess. Imagining the tears and screams when her warlock master fucked this princess' holes and made her squirm. The witch licked her lips, seeing the princess' bare huge breast and the big pink nipple that tipped the swollen fat mammary. “Be as annoying as you please, it will be worth it in the end.”


Then the witch noticed Beatrice standing there almost amused at this sight. So Gothica whispered a spell to soften the ground under the merchant. The clever woman gasped when she lost her footing and fell hip deep into a sudden pool of sludge. With her arms bound, the merchant had to use her elbows and hips to climb out while Gothica put her foot on her scalp. The merchant managed to get out, but not before dirtying her body and clothes and causing her top to droop down to expose more of her gracious enormous bosom.


“Let me clean you off.” The witch mused, summoning a small cloud above Beatrice that rained heavy drops of rain onto the merchant. She was cleaned of her mud, but now her skimpy clothes were transparent and clinging to her voluptuous body, leaving her functionally nude and letting the world see the full shape and size of her big pink nipples. The witch laughed while pleased with herself as the merchant wiped off her glasses. “You look much better now.”


“You're right. Thank you.” Beatrice said smiling, the witch's satisfaction deflated as she turned around and pulled her forward. Internally, the merchant was furious and barely holding herself together. But if she let her enemies know that they were getting to her then they would win. So instead, she would stay charming and undaunted, defying them in some small way and enduring the humiliation of being practically topless due to her heavy bouncing breasts being fully uncovered.


However, Gothica had been so pleased and happy with tormenting her three slaves that she lost track of her surroundings. She suddenly hit her leg against something slimy and soft and fell over onto something sticky and foul smelling. Unthinking, she beat and kicked against whatever it was while the strange substance clung to her skin and clothes.


“Hey! Calm down! Or you'll-” Ivanka's warnings didn't come soon enough. Gothica managed to free herself, but it came at the cost of losing her corset and cape, leaving the witch utterly topless and letting her huge pale breasts spill out. The furious witch pointing at whatever she'd fallen on and fired a lightning bolt at it. Her attack incinerated the target before Ivanka could speak again, but left the humiliated witch panting and sweating from overexerting her magic.


“What...was...that...” Gothica growled as she turned to her guard and the slaves trying hard not to laugh at her. “ANSWER ME!”


“Calm down. It was just a sloth worm-” Ivanka then drew her sword, as Gothica followed her gaze to something emerging out of the muddy ground. As Ivanka was saying, the creature burrowing up out of the mud was indeed a sloth worm. A creature that was part slug and part worm, its appearance almost translucent letting others see its insides. Yet, the creature as constantly excreting a coat of sticky mucus to capture prey and ward off predators.


Beatrice's eyes widened in concern. “We should keep moving-”


“Be silent slave!” Gothica roared at the merchant while regarding the slow moving sloth worm. The witch was even more embarrassed that she'd wasted her magic on one of these weak creatures. She wasn't even sure why the mercenary bothered drawing her sword. This sloth worm was completely harmless to the witch, she could just obliterate it again if she wanted to.


There was a reason why this slug-worm inching around on the surface was considered a sloth worm. Normally, they seemed very slow and sluggish ignoring everything around them. One could throw rocks at them and they would just keep slunking along, leaving a trail of sticky mucus secreted from their slimy exterior.


But Beatrice knew from experience that the creature's name was deceptive. “We need to leave! Now!”


Ivanka had never seen this creature, but she'd heard enough to listen to the slave. “I say we listen to her! Come on damn it!”


“I am in charge here! I give commands not the other way around!” The topless witch screamed, her breasts swaying and jiggling in response to her outrage. She couldn't understand why everyone was so panicked about a single damned worm. “So let's start over shall we? I'm going to turn away from this creature and correct my attire. Ivanka, you get over here and stab this damned slug-” Once more, Ivanka lost her footing and fell onto the mud.


“Shit!” Ivanka shouted as a thick long pink tendril wrapped around the witch's legs, the sloth-worm's mouth opened to reveal an extended and widened slobbering maw filled with more shorter tendrils emerging out to feel the ground in front of the worm's head. “Dumb ass! You killed its friend! It's mad now!”


Beatrice turned to the others, slowly pulling a damp hand from mud and water out of her binding. “We leave while they're distracted...” 


“Why though?” Not that Marianne didn't want to escape to freedom, but she was wondering what was frightening the merchant so badly. “It is just a slug with tentacles-”


“I hope the worm eats you whore!” Dierdre walked toward towards Gothica as she struggled against the tendril, kicking her while she was down and ignoring the protests of her fellow slaves. “This is what you deserve you damned witch whore-” Multiple tendrils shot out at Dierdre, wrapping around her waist, arms and legs as she was pulled onto the mud.


“Oh damn it...” Ivanka remarked while staring at what was now grappling and pulling onto the screaming princess. Normally, the sloth-worm was harmless and could be bypassed with ease. Yet, a sloth worm was often ignored by seasoned hunters and explorers. Even strong predators knew better than to provoke a sloth worm and reveal its true nature.


When hungry or threatened, the sloth worm would explode out with incredible strength and aggression. It's agility provoked by either hunger or by danger to slip through any environment like a slimy snake. Strong sticky mucus protected it from attacks while the tendrils and tentacles of its mouth would subdue and constrict its prey.


For prey farther away from the sloth worm, it would release a longer thicker tendril to entangle and reel the prey towards its elastic maw.


But that wasn't the worst problem with a sloth worm.


The worst problem was that the sloth worm hunted in packs.


No. Swarms.


And at the moment the vanguard of that swarm was coming out of the jungle mud and fighting over Dierdre with their mouth tendrils. Marianne and Beatrice looked behind them to see more sloth-worms appearing from their side of the jungle, a whole colony of sloth-worms provoked by the cruel and sudden death of their own clan-mate.


“Beatrice...what do we do-” Beatrice had already tripped Marianne, sending the village girl onto her face as the merchant managed to free one of her hands and undo the rope on the other. Before Marianne could ask what happened, the brunette saw a surge of sloth-worms charging at her with incredible speed while a wall of tendrils were thrown out at her body.


Invanka stood her ground, slashing out her sword at sloth-worm after sloth-worm, spinning around her gorgeous half-nude body to keep the worms and their tendrils or extended mouths from getting to her. If even one of these things got to her then she was done would be eaten alive just like a few co-workers that disappeared for months only for their scant belongings to have been found in a sloth-worm's corpse.


Beatrice's strategy as to simply outrun the surge of worms while they were distracted with the others. This was the chance that she had been waiting for and though she had no ill-will against the other slaves, she valued her life more. So the merchant didn't bother looking back as she heard Marianne scream and sob while being grappled and gripped by a dozen worms.


“Stop...” A net of tendrils had crawled under Marianne's clothes, wrapping upon her voluptuous body and molesting her ass and breasts as she was caught on the ground. Several sloth-worms converged upon her, each one racing to get to her first before she was claimed. The village girl was helpless, her legs wrapped together and her arms too weak to break the hold of the tendrils holding them over her head. 


“Leave me alone...” Marianne shrieked as her clothes were shredded by the worm's strong tendrils and she was flipped around onto her chest. The worms fight over her luscious body forced up her huge soft ass and every inch of her voluptuous alluring body was sucked or slobbered on by a rancid worm. The gasping girl couldn't tell that her legs were being swallowed until she was unable to move anything below her knees.


“Release me!” Gothica screamed out, her arms restrained by the tendrils of the other sloth-worms as she raised and jostled her legs against the creature wrapping its mouth tentacles around her ankles. Her efforts were useless, the witch's bare feet were the first to be sucked into worm's extended maw, its orifice gripping around her ankles as Gothica gasped from the hot wet pocket squeezing around her feet. 


“Damn you...” Gothica could feel the worm's tendrils wrapping and slipping over her body. Their efforts to tug her one way or another tore at her flimsy clothing, ripping her garments from her gracious sensual body. Her dancing bouncing breasts were gripped and wrapped upon, her bare big ass plied and kneaded and even her bare genitals were briefly teased.


While its brethren fought over the witch's body, the victorious worm was using its mouth tentacles to help it ingest her legs. The worm's maw slipped up over her legs, pressing them close together as Gothica kept trying to kick and pull them out. But the sloth-worms innards were squishy and tough, almost gluing her legs together and coating them in an unseen goo.


“I have to hurry...” Beatrice stuffed down her regret and focused on her own survival, ignoring the cries of the other girls. The beautiful merchant heaved and panted as she ran, her damp corset pushed down by her heavy bouncing breasts that now swayed freely up and down, left and right. She didn't dare look back at the hungry massacre happening behind here. There was nothing she could do for the others now, she could only help herself.


But she lost her footing and tripped, her body spinning as she hit her back on the ground. Beatrice gasped in pain and then fear overtook her mind when she felt herself get dragged back. A long pink tendril was squirming and wrapping around her right foot, retracting towards a straggling sloth-worm that had chosen to hunt away from the swarm.


Two worms were fighting over Deidre, one trying to slide over her scalp while two others fought against it. The second was already fitting over Deidre's legs like a sheath, making its way up to her wide hips while the princess squirmed. The rest of her body between the rivals was pawed and fought over by the mob of worms, tearing at her clothes and latching onto her fair skin.


Ivanka gasped and panted as she swung her blade at the sloth-worms throwing their tendrils at her firm slender body. She'd been knocked onto her chest and her back multiple times, barely able to cut apart the worms tendrils and bodies before any could get a good grip on her jiggling soft breasts. The mercenary was no stranger to battle, but even she was stunned by how mindlessly the sloth-worms squirmed over their wounded and dead neighbors for this one human blond.


She had just thrust down through a worm's head when a thick tendril shot out and wrapped itself tightly around her right breast. Ivanka moaned in surprised as the tendril squeezed hard on her boob and then she felt her other breast get wrapped up as well. The stunned mercenary felt droll drop upon her head as she was pulled to her knees with another sloth-worm grabbing its maw over her neck and moved up towards her head.


“The hell with that!” Ivanka swung up her sword, cutting the worm in half and swiping out at the tendril around her breasts. The tendril recoiled from the attack, snapping back with enough force to shatter Ivanka's chainmail bra. A pair of huge pale breasts sprang out as the blond warrior whistled at the close call and ignored her near nudity.


Marianne breathed in panic and unwanted arousal, the worm's expanded maw stopping over her wide hips and twisting around for a good angle. The oral tentacles were flicking over her ass and genitals, swabbing upon her nether lips and butt cheeks to coat them in spittle. Her legs were hugged by inner walls of flesh as the worm's extended maw formed its shape around her lower body.


The witch's hips were alluringly wide, forcing the worm to adjust and contort its maw to inch over her curves. All while Gothica's gracious nude body was tasted and swabbed upon by the many tentacles of the other worms. She could only moan and writhe, unable to do anything to stop her hips from slowly sinking into the wet tight and hot gullet of this disgusting and shameless sloth-worm.


“We're cutting it close here.” Ivanka's blade sliced through another appendage as the worms continued their attack. Her sword sliced through the appendage and then cut another tentacle wrapped around her leg. Another swipe at her neck removed her loin-cloth, leaving the mercenary totally nude just as a mad wounded sloth-worm tackled Ivanka, pressing its body upon her front as its maw latched onto her face.


Still hitting her fists against the worm smothering its maw over her face, Ivanka was pulled down to the ground. Her back hit the ground as the swarm of sloth-worms mobbed her athletic body, sucking and latching onto her pale skin. Her entire body was covered in sticky sludge as one of her hands stuck out of the mob, blindly feeling around for her dropped sword.


“Oh no...ah...aha...” Marianne shrieked and moaned loudly as her lower body was pressed and squeezed upon by the sloth-worm's mouth. A foul worm's mouth was slobbering and sucking on her huge breast, swallowing it in as the extended probosics pulsed over her mammary as the base was squeezed by its tendril. 


“Get off me...” The worm didn't listen, suckling and swabbing over the princess' throbbing breast as she was swallowed up to her belly, her arms kept to her side as the princess gasped. Giving up the fight, the sloth-worm released her head and let Diedre breath out, her flushed face now covered in spit and strange fluids leaking from her mouth.


“This can't be happening...” Her arms sucked more and more into the other worms, the witch was sobbing as her devourer's maw slide up just beneath her huge soft breasts. Everything below her chest was pressed upon by the worm's thin translucent pink membrane, letting her almost see her own body being entangled by the creature's oral tendrils. The sloth-worm's attack tendril was still squeezing and and teasing one of her breasts, flicking over her hard nipple just to savor and torment the witch more.


“Is this really it?” The sloth-worm now tightened its mouth just under her heavy breasts as Beatrice lost the will to struggle. Her arms were tightly held to her sides as she laid on her back and just waited, trying to ignore the tentacles feeling up her tits and the slobber coating her consumed lower body. “I guess its better to be food than to be...his whore...”


“Not yet!” A sword cut open the sloth-worm, making a vertical slash that split apart the worm's flesh to reveal and free Beatrice's legs and torso. Ivanka grabbed the shocked merchant and pulled her to her feet while Beatrice regained her breath. Looking at the blond mercenary, Beatrice had never been more glad to see her in all of her life. “Thank me later! Run now!”


Indeed, Beatrice could already see the swarm approaching them with one worm getting closer. Ivanka was exhausted and covered in slime, some of it still dripping from her mouth after her close call. So she lagged slightly behind Beatrice as the single worm got closer and threw out its main tendril. Ivanka barely stayed on her feet as one muscular toned leg was gripped by the tendril.


“Damn it!” Ivanka fought against the tendril, her sword dropped to the ground. “Hey! Get me my sword-” Then Ivanka felt her feet slip and she lost her balance and started to fall.


As Ivanka lost her balance, she saw Beatrice look at her and knew what had happened.


“I am sorry.” Beatrice watched as Ivanka was caught by the slug-worm's tendrils before she hit the ground. Her breasts rocked and bounced vigorously as the slug-worm slide its extended maw over the barbarian's legs as she forced up her upper body, her arms restrained behind her. Beatrice backed away, still not sure she had really just tripped the mercenary to let the sloth-worm feast on her.


“For what? Being quicker?” Ivanka would've applauded the merchant if not for the tendrils currently wrapping themselves upon her and helping the worm's maw swallow her up. The mercenary didn't have any illusions about her chances, with her sword out of reach and her arms held behind her, she had no chance of freeing herself.


Beatrice didn't waste anymore time, she turned and bolted away with her beautiful luscious body completely bare and nude. With the swarm satisfied with the prey that they'd gotten, the brunette could escape and save herself. The opportunity she'd been waiting for ever since she was captured was here and she wasn't going to waste it now.


“Let me go...please let me go...” Deidre sobbed as tears ran down her flushed cheeks, the sloth-worm was wringing out her body as the voluptuous princess filled and bulged out its maw. Multiple tiny tendrils wriggled over the massive huge breasts squished and squeezed out of the maw that slide up and retracted back. The arduous torture sent lightning and dread through the princess' body as she laid there and wondered how long her body would be played with.


“Damn...damn it all...” Ivanka leaned back and cried out, the worm making quick work of the exhausted and battered mercenary. Already its maw was sliding over her wide hips and moving up her toned belly, Ivanka's arms held behind her as her hands and then forearms were consumed. Ivanka didn't fight or struggle, she knew that she was beaten as the worm's tendrils slithered and slid upon her graciously huge breasts and slobbered upon her creamy white skin.


“No! No! No!” Marianne desperately cried, everything below her throbbing sore breasts was swallowed by the sloth-worm's expanded maw. She could only cry powerlessly while the worm's oral tendrils played and pawed at her heavy soft breasts. More and more thick rancid slime was slathered onto her fair skin, running upon her huge breasts like runny cream upon a pair of cakes. The worm ignored Marianne's struggles and cries, it was too engrossed with devouring her whole.


“I am a monster...” Beatrice ignored the tears welling in her eyes, hearing the other women scream and cry out as they were smothered and devoured. She couldn't look back, she had to keep running and to save her self. “I am sorry-” Then something strong and slimy wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her onto her chest, her heavy breasts cushioning her fall.


“Damn...” Beatrice looked back and saw a rather aggressive sloth-worm reeling itself towards her with its maw slobbering heavily. The merchant gasped as she was pulled towards it, wandering how she didn't see this worm leave the swarm.


Then Beatrice saw the fresh scars on its body and realized her own answer. “The same one from before...” The worm Ivanka had cut open had been greviously wounded, but Ivanka's blade had missed its heart and left its head intact. Here now was when Beatrice remembered another terrible fact about sloth-worms. They had the remarkable ability to quickly heal or regenerate lost body parts as long as their hearts were intact or they hadn't been frozen, crushed or burned. 


“Why didn't I take her sword?” Beatrice looked back to where Ivanka's upper body stuck out of the sloth-worm eating her. The blond mercenary's sword laid on the ground where it had been dropped. Leaving both her and Beatrice at the worm's mercy. Her last chance at escape now gone, Beatrice feebly struggled against the worm picking up where it had left off. The sloth-worm's greedy and impatient mouth sucked in the merchant's lovely legs, finding it easier to secure the merchant now the Beatrice had exhausted herself.


“I am not meat...I am not...” Gothica gasped and panted desperately, the worm's maw slowly sliding over her squished breasts. The sloth-worm's head visibly bulged from Gothica's massive mammaries, the oral tendrils swishing and twisting upon them while the witch blushed powerlessly. Her fate was clearly sealed, even the other worms had given up on tormenting her further. As soon as her neck and shoulders were sucked into the sloth-worm's maw, the other worms released her arms, leaving her head out in the free air while she breathed raggedly.


“I will not...be...” Gothica was gasping with a flushed blushing face, the constant pressure and touch of the worm's innards was heating and overwhelming the witch's mind. She couldn't believe that this worm was contorting its thin flexible form upon her body. Smaller tentacles were wiping over her face and hair, some slipping upon or in between her lips as she gasped and desperately breathed. 


“Someone...please...please...help me...please-” Marianne sobbed and cried with only her upper head sticking out of the sloth-worm's mouth. Her vision was half obscured by the writhing tendrils washing over her face and tasting her tears. The sloth-worm tortuously paused, letting the girl breath through her nose and bask in the moment of her utter despair and doom.


“Someone please...” The worm's lips were still gnawing on her massive squished breasts, easing its way over her breasts with its oral tendrils still molesting and fondling her soft fat tits. Beatrice felt the grimy tendrils pull and squeeze over her breasts, all while its wriggling insides rubbed upon her consumed body. The merchant was utterly helpless, only able to slobber uncontrollably as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.


“Please do it quickly...just do it...” But Beatrice's pleas were ignored, the sloth-worm found the rare morsel too delicious. It partially regurgitated the merchant while keeping her firmly held, all so it could run its maw over her huge tasty ass once or twice more. Beatrice felt like her body was being rung out, her upper body being swallowed and slid out again and again always stopping at her sore sensitive breasts.


The sloth-worm's saliva utterly coated Beatrice's body, letting it slowly ease her heavy breasts into her maw. Beatrice was too overwhelmed to even notice, she didn't resist when the worm's maw slid up upon her shoulders and then eased up to her neck. A net of tendrils were now pawing and rubbing over her brown hair and lovely face, Beatrice silently giving up and accepting her fate.


The worm swarm was already dissipating, the other worms settling for the flesh of the dead or wounded for their meal. The victorious worms held onto their screaming squirming prey, the heads of the lovely ladies slowly sinking into the stretching strong maws. Within moments, only hands or hair was sticking out of the worms before these too were inhaled. The worms swallowed their prey down their bulging retracting maws, fattening themselves with the freshly caught living and screaming women now within their fleshy tombs.


“Foul worm! Release me!” Gothica growled, unable to cast any spell or curse within the worm's layered insides. Instead, it seemed like her arms were getting pulled into the sloth-worm's flesh and restraining her along with her legs. Now all she could do was shake and struggle vainly while the worm's inner tendrils coiled and wrapped around her luscious body.


“Daddy! Daddy! Help me!” The spoiled princess writhed and squirmed in the hot flesh hole closing in on her. He nude curvy body swabbed and rubbed on from all sides as the princess screamed and screamed. Dierdre didn't want to be a sloth-worm's food, she didn't want to think about how long she'd stay inside before she disappeared.


“It's not fair...it's not fair...” Marianne cried while entangled and rubbed all over by the sloth-worms bowels. She'd never done anything to anyone her entire life, but here she was swallowed whole and nude in a hot and slimy stomach. The worm's insides pressing on her as it slithered and moved around, Marianne adding her tears to the hot slime spraying over her beautiful voluptuous pure form.


“This isn't how I imagined things would end.” Ivanka was surprisingly accepting and resigned to her fate once she'd regained consciousness. She didn't even blame Beatrice for double-crossing her since she was prepared to abandon the merchant as well. So she laid back and choose to try and enjoy herself, letting her busty body get massaged all over her pale skin as she moaned and gasped.


“I left them for nothing.” The tentacles washing and bathing her in juices didn't compare to the regret and bitter defeat drowning Beatrice's mind. She moaned as the worm's innards pressed and rubbed against her trapped body, her new flesh trap seeming to mold upon her curves and her massive throbbing breasts. Parts of the wall were gripping against her nipples briefly for seconds at a time, adding to her mixed tortured pleasure and misery.


“Fine.” Hours later, very agitated warlock arrived on the scene surrounded by nude buxom dark elf women acting as guards. Power glowed around his arms as he approached the fattened sloth-worms partially bathing in mud. “I'll do it myself.”
