Chapter 1 - Beatrice Alternate Ending

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.


Beatrice had heard Marianne's screams, but dared not go back. She heard Ivanka's curses and struggles and knew not to linger. She knew Gothica and Deidre were crying out for help, but the merchant dared not stop. She knew that escaping the worms was the only chance that she had for her freedom. She had to leave now before the warlock sent someone else.


“Halt!” Of course fate would betray Beatrice, the merchant held in place by some kind of stasis freeze spell as a petite dark elf with rather large breasts appeared from her invisibility shroud. The dark elf smiled to herself as she overlooked and then brazenly groped Beatrice's massive breasts as her dark fingers sank into her soft bust. “You're the one he wanted most.”


Before Beatrice could object, the dark elf turned her around. “Or, I can leave you here with them.” Beatrice was forced to look upon the fattened sloth-worms gorged and full on the women whose screams still came out muffled from their pale translucent flesh. The merchant's face widened with horror at how she could easily recognize the shape of each sensual curvaceous woman now wrapped in wet flesh.


“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.” Regret and bitter defeat washed over Beatrice as she looked back at the four fattened slug-worms lumbering behind the rest. Beatrice didn't resist when the nude dark elf dragged her away to her destiny...


Some Time Later...


“So if I'm to be clear here.” The warlock explained upon his throne, staring down at the nude dark elf spell blade and Beatrice. “I ordered three slaves and only one has been brought here. Your commander was devoured along with her hired guard and the other two slaves by a swarm of sloth-worms?”


“Yes.” The petite dark elf answered, nervously twitching her fingers through her long white ponytail. “My lord, I will submit to any punishment you offer for my failure-”


“No.” The warlock remarked to the dark elf's relief and apparent disappointment. “The failure was Gothica's not yours. If she cannot survive mere worms, then they can have her. The other two slaves however...I will retrieve them in due time. Perhaps the mercenary too.”


“For now. I shall reward you later my pet.” Bearice was disgusted with how the small breasted dark elf salivated lewdly, probably a broken concubine who'd piss on the floor at his command. The merchant stayed neutral as the warlock leered at her with a lustful gaze. Beatrice saw he wasn't hiding how he leered at her uncovered bare bosom and moved up to her unhappy face. “Why the long face my dear? I've been looking forward to having you as my guest.”


“I have heard.” All of her running was for nothing, Beatrice felt defeated and only stopped from crying to deny the seated warlock the satisfaction. 


“But I think we've delayed the inevitable long enough.” The warlock mused and stood up from his throne. “I shall show you to your room...”


“What about the tour of your lovely-” Beatrice was pulled into the warlock's arms, carried bridal style up a set of stairs while the warlock floated through his fortress. Everything seemed to be happening too fast for Beatrice to even react or try to make a move. Before she knew it, she was in the warlock's bed-chamber and was unceremoniously dumped onto his bed.


“Already to the main event?” Beatrice quipped, trying not to hide her dread as she saw the warlock's huge cock get harder and more erect. Worst was that some part of her was salivating at the sight, she could feel her bare breasts get hot as her nipples began to stand up more. Her cunt was already dripping, the brunette merchant's fair face dripping with sweat. “What about a candle light dinner and serenade?”


“Perhaps later. I've waited long enough.” The warlock smirked, knowing that the merchant was falling under the sway of the lust mark he'd placed on her meaty ass. He walked forward comfortably, taking in the lustrous sight of Beatrice's nude voluptuous and desirable body. How her blue eyes shined with defiance and despair and her lovely lips quivered with fear and anticipation. The warlock merely smirked when Beatrice closed her legs defensively and he grabbed her thighs, caressing and rubbing them, slowly urging them open. “You knew this would happen eventually. Why fight it lovely Beatrice?”


“Bastard...” Beatrice couldn't keep her legs closed, not against the warlock's strength or his cruel depraved purpose. The merchant dreaded that she'd end up in this fate, pinned down on a bed with her arms held above her and her thighs being held and massaged by this fiend in human form. She knew how this would end, she knew that she wasn't going to get way this time, but she still fought as much as she could.


“I always liked your spirit.” The warlock mused when the tip of his huge cock pressed against Beatrice's cunt. He looked into her eyes as he started pushing it into her inch by thick inch while the woman moaned and whined. He held onto her legs, making sure she felt every second that his massive girth invaded her vaginal canal and spread her insides open. 


“It won't fit...stop...” The warlock didn't care, bottoming out inside of her and making Beatrice groan in discomfort and pleasure. The warlock sensed Beatrice's feelings and moved around his hips to stir his cock around inside of her. Beatrice felt slobber slip past her luscious lips as she gasped while the warlock pulled out and then thrust back in.


“Tell me wench? How many men had fucked you before me?” The warlock taunted as he thrust into Beatrice again and again as the merchant writhed beneath him. 


“I can't feel you...not even a little...I lost count...you're the smallest...certainly...” She lied, not wanting to give the warlock anything to satiate his ego. She didn't want to tell him that he was the first person who'd fucked her. Her lack of maidens blood was due to horse riding training a few years ago. She wanted to deny the pleasure heating and boiling beneath her skin. But it was a losing battle as the warlock's cock scrapped and spread her velvety inner walls.


“Then I'll just have to make it bigger.” The warlock laughed, using his magic to instantly increase his cock's thickness while making it a little longer. Beatrice grasped as multiple sweet spots were pressed upon by the warlock's enlarged length rummaging inside of her. Now it was stirring and pressing upon her cervix, banging the entrance of her womb like a battering ram.


“Is that all you got?” Beatrice dared, the warlock nipping at her neck as he increased his speed and power making the brunette gasp out. Without her realizing it, her legs were perfectly folded back onto either side of her head. But her hands clawed into his back, the merchant deciding she wasn't going to be broken without a fight. “You think you'll...have me...like this...put some back into it...”


The warlock took in the merchant's defiance and gave an approving nod. “A strong mother will make for strong children.” He kissed her passionately and crudely, their tongues battling for dominance while he used his magic to increase his strength and dexterity, letting him dig his cock deeper towards her cervix until his glans were banging and banging on her womb's entrance again and again.


“Do it...” Beatrice surrendered with a gasp, her orgasm electrifying her flushed body. “Just cum in me...breed me and get it over with-” Before she could finish the warlock was already ejaculating into her, shooting large thick ropes of cum into the back of her womb. While the merchant laid there and took it, shivering from another climax that was building on the previous one.


“He's cumming...” Beatrice could feel the chains of fate upon her life tighten. The Warlock was cumming without mercy, with each heavy spurt of gloopy thick cum was drank up by her cervix. He smiled triumphantly at the conquered merchant, groping her huge supple breasts and squeezing her big nipples while the merchant felt her insides suck up his hot seed. “It's too much...please...I'll overflow...”


It didn't help when the warlock started suckling on her nipples, licking over her huge sensitive breasts while he bred her. The fertility crest appeared above her crotch, showing that this woman would be successfully impregnated. He licked up Beatrice's neck, finding her lips and kissing them while the gasping slobbering merchant failed to resist or stop him.


“Flip over on your face.” The warlock ordered, not pulling out as Beatrice twisted around her body so that she was now on all fours. She wiggled around her big ass and let her ass cheeks bounce and jiggle off of each other while the warlock kept filling her. Then the warlock grabbed her wide hips and resumed fucking her, banging into her cunt while his cock remained as hard and big as before.


Her ass kept clapping and bouncing as the warlock fucked her from behind. The merchant stopped fighting and gave in to her new master, moaning as he pulled back her arms to force up her upper body as her huge breasts dangled and swayed around. The breaking merchant was freely drooling as her eyes rolled into the back of her head....


“I knew that I picked you for a reason.” The warlock laughed as Beatrice sucked his cock, her fair skin covered in swabs of cum as more thick streams gushed from twitching gaping pussy. The merchant bobbed her head back and forth, licking her tongue under the man's foreskin and swallowing delicious smegma. “This wasn't so bad now was it?”


“No master...” After hours of being fucked and filled, Beatrice's will was chained to the warlock. He would use her body now to make her pay for all of the trouble he went through to get to her. Then once he'd gotten around to getting those other bitches, they would join Beatrice as content breeding bitches. Until then, Beatrice would be a receiver for all of the warlock's lust and frustration...
