King Braal sits on his on his throne, staring intently into the down cast eyes of his royal messenger. Braal has ruled the Kingdom of Ruoansulatus for many years as a beloved leader, his people trust him for safety and he has done well to provide it, until recently. Bad news had been delivered once again, for the fourth time in as many days, more of the kingdom's countrymen have gone missing near Sulattaa Keep. This time a royal hunting party which included one of the King's own daughters, all that was found was a slime covered locket he had given her and some random bits of torn cloth. Braal slammed his fist down in anger and sent for the leader of his royal guard. Daisy entered the hall and took the long walk down purple carpet to take audience with her King. As the leader of the guard, her radiant armor gleamed in the smallest amount of light, a long blue cape flowed behind her and a blue sash crossed left to right across her chest plate, the shining steel of her armor was etched with gold and ivory patterns. She knelt before Braal and removed her helmet, curly red locks danced down around her bowed face, she looked up at the King with emerald eyes and greeted him. "My lord. I am heartbroken at the news of Princess Elizabeth, my sword will not rest until the entire inhabitants of Sulattaa Keep are bleeding at my feet."
 
 "I know you will not fail me, Daisy." The King responded, "Sulattaa has been left to it's own devices for too long, and must be delt with. I fear the Ogre, Zloch, may be responsible for this....I want his head. A reward is available to any who wish to join you, whatever they require is a poultry price to pay in order to bring justice for my daughter's life."
 
 "At once, my lord. Consider it done."
 
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 A days travel met Daisy at the town of Nielaista, on the outskirts of the kingdom, near the old Keep. Sulattaa was once a mighty fortress used by Ruoansulatus' enemies until King Braal's father's father's army drove them out and set generations of peace onto the people of the realm. She had sent messengers to the various townships of the land looking for adventurers to hire. They would enter the Keep first, scout it out and let Daisy and her men know what they are up against, they would be allowed to keep whatever treasures they may find as well as being paid handsomely by the King. Along with Daisy was her sister, Rose, a cleric of the court. She was a soft spoken, elegant woman. Her long blonde hair fell straight under her red cap, her pale skin adorned in a long white dress with high slits up the sides showing off soft yet powerful looking thighs, black sandals with long ornate straps that went up to her knees covered her feet, a book of prayer was attached to her waist with a golden chain,and she carried a large white and gold staff. Her lips were painted red as well as red ceremonial stripes that started just above each piercing blue eye and stopped just below them. Daisy and Rose sat patiently at a table in the local tavern, awaiting the first of their companions. Soon after, an elven ranger walked into the pub and immediately took notice of the two women. She took a seat in front of them and pulled her hood down, making her wavy black hair bounce freely from it's confines. "My name is Alfdis, I've come to answer your call for aid. Zloch has affected me personally, and I swear to give my life in order to see him brought to justice. I am not here for your money, I am here for blood. My mother was taken and consumed by him and his kind, he will pay for that."
 
 Daisy and Rose nod at each other and welcome the fair elf to their ranks, promising justice for her and her family. The scantily clad ranger stood and walked to the bar for a drink as they awaited the other four who answered the call of their king. One by one they came...Toka, the half-orc assassin, then Skadi, a hulking barbarian warrior woman, followed by Raewyn, another elf who was a master lockpick and thief, and finally a dark skinned Drow woman, the sorceress Yathlanae. Each woman had a similar story of desiring revenge on Zloch, except for Toka and Raewyn, money was their motivator and that was ok with Daisy. As for Yathlanae, she was tight lipped on anything involving herself or why she was there, simply saying her magic will aid them as needed. The group enjoyed an evening of ales and rest before trekking out to the Keep at dawn. Not wanting to arouse suspicion if Zloch has any scouts, the seven women would head out alone and attempt to breech the walls of the keep, once successful they will make their way to the top and set off a signal for the other soldiers to join them.
 
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 The group made it to the base of the towering keep undetected, it loomed on the cliffside over them stretching for what seemed to be eternity into the sky. Some purchased intel from a local shop owner in town told the women of a secret entrance to the Keep around the base of the cliff through an easy to miss cave. Apparently an associate of his uses it from time to time to infiltrate and plunder certain items to sell to the shopkeep. Yathlanae used her magic to light a few torches for the group and single file they entered the cave. Skadi took the front of the group while Daisy took up the rear. The cave was mostly unimpressive, damp walls covered in moss and dripping with condensation, they followed the tunnel deep into the hillside under the keep until they found a rickety makeshift ladder that went up into blackness. They climbed up until reaching a trapdoor, flipping it open the group poured out of the hole in the floor and found themselves standing in the basement of Sulattaa Keep. An acrid stench hit their collective nostrils quickly. The smell of death and acid permeated the air around them. As they fanned out into the room they noticed piles of rags littering the floor, quickly realizing them to be burned and torn women's clothing. Most of these piles of tatters were joined by small piles of bones, bleached white with small scorch marks on them...possibly from acid burns. They drew their weapons and went on high alert. Skadi motioned to the group to continue on, but just as they were leaving the room a glimmer caught Alfdis' eye. She had ended up at the rear of the party and the others didn't notice that she had wandered back into the room they just left. She noticed a sconce on the wall above the gleaming object and lit it with her torch. The room began to glow orange, adding more detail to the various macabre piles on the floor. She knelt down and picked up the shiny object, discovering it to be a ring....a very familiar one. A tear ran down from her purple eyes to her sharply defined cheekbones and chin. She clutched her mothers wedding ring in her palm and cursed Zloch's name before standing up to return to the group. Her heeled leather knee-high boots only made a few strides before she stopped again, this time because she thought she saw something else....movement. The elf flashed her torch back and forth across the room and slipped a small blade from her belt. Footsteps scurried across the room behind her once again. This time she dropped the torch and blade and drew her bow. Footfalls surrounded her as she spun on her heels aiming her arrow in any witch direction, ready to loose it on her foe. The constant back and forth was disorienting the huntress a bit as her breath quickened and fear began taking hold. "Show yourself, fiend!", she demanded.
 
 She brought her bow around once more to where she thought the footfalls stopped, but saw nothing. Her heartbeat started to slow and she slowly lowered her bow when she realized that she was alone in this room. She let out a premature sigh of relief when the air in front of her wavered slightly like the air above a hot pan cooking in the fire. Her breath caught and her bow raised again, but before she could strike, it was smacked out of her grasp and slid across the floor. She then felt a heavy thud as a brick like fist connected with her exposed midriff. Another stonelike hand grasped her black locks and pulled her head back in time to take another blow across the face. She fell to the ground, purple eyes wide in horror, scanning the room to find the creature that was doing this to her but failing. A vice grip came upon her ankle and tore her across the floor and up into the air. She dangled upside down, suspended by seemingly nothing but a lack of gravity. Several more hand grasped her body, twisting her upright and immobilizing her. The strength of her binds was intense, threatening to break bone as it squeezed her in place. Her hooded cape was torn off by yet another hand, with two holding her thighs, two pressing her arms into her sides, one pulling her hair to keep her head restrained, that brough her hand count up to seven...and then possibly nine as two more rough hands grouped at her bosom. For a lithe and athletically built ranger, the elf was fairly well endowed. Her leather top tied tight in the front was struggling to contain her bust as it was, now with the groping she was enduring, it easily failed her. She looked down and could now see indentations in the flesh of her breasts and the almost scaly fleshed fingers grabbed and prodded at them. Then another hand grabbed her small leather shorts and pulled them forward with such ferocity that the strings keeping them together on the sides gave way instantly causing her ass cheeks to jiggle in their newfound freedom. The hand then removed her quiver, belt, and boots. Now she hung there, suspended in air wearing black stockings, a silver anklet charmed with her family crest, a torn open shirt and her mothers silver ring. She began to weep at the helplessness of her situation. "Please.....not like this....I can't die here...."
 
 She suddenly felt her body lift higher into the air and move forward, then her feet entered something wet. The thin black stockings grew even darker from the moistness that now slow traveled up her legs. Whatever was happening to her feet was hot and tight, she felt muscles contracting and pulling at her. She was being swallowed. "No! No! No! Please, by the Gods NO!!!" She screamed at the awful realization.
 
 She watched her down at her legs being pressed together, moistened by saliva though she still could not see her assailant. It was completely transparent, she could only watch her own feet and legs as the sank deeper. A wet meaty appendage that Alfdis assumed was the creatures tongue investigated her pink folds and plump ass for a bit before they too entered the tight we cavern. Her feet had found purchase temporarily before the floor opened into a tight ring that led into a hot humid chamber she continued sinking into, the beasts stomach. Her feet hit the bottom of the stomach and she began folding down into it with the rest of her body. When her head reached the creatures mouth she slammed her eyes shut to keep the saliva out of them. Her elven body coiled tightly down into the stomach until her ass was also on the floor of it. She came to rest in a sitting up fetal position, knees up pressed into her head, her face turned to the right, her hands wrapped around her legs. The pressure around her was tight, she couldn't move a muscle. Her body was hot and only getting hotter as the muscles of the beasts stomach began working and kneading into her flesh. The fact that oxygen was still filling her lungs was a surprise to the young elf, and then a horror, without suffocating she will live through the process of being digested alive. Her eyes popped open in horror and she was surprised to see not a pink stomach lining, but the cold brick wall of the room she was just in. Even in the depths of the beast, she could not know her attacker. She felt as the beast began to lumber off into the depths of the basement, away from the torch light. A sight to behold, a beautiful young woman, nearly naked in the fetal position, bouncily floating through the air as if trapped in a bubble of sorts. Her body began to tingle as digestive acids and enzymes began to work as the stomach walls massaged them into her exposed flesh. Almost immediately she began to tingle and itch as the skin on her back, ass, and legs started to turn a splotchy pink. She let out a muffled moan in despair.
 
 The thief Raewyn was the first to noticed the other elf girl's absence and brought it up to the group. "Hey, what happened to the ranger?"
 "She was right behind us." Returned Daisy.
 "We better head back to find her, she might be in danger!" Added her sister.
 "Rae and I will go," Said Daisy. "The rest of you wait here and stay unseen. We will return shortly."
 
 The two women slipped into the darkness back toward the room where they entered the basement. During the commotion, Yathlanae also slipped away from the group, now free to pursue her own ends. Daisy and Raewyn returned to the room with the trap door and immediately noticed the signs of struggle. Torn scraps of what was the ranger's outfit and her discarded torch and weapons. They notice two hallways on the other side of the room and decide to split up and look for their companion. As Raewyn sculked down the hallway to the right she started to hear a weak noise coming from a chamber just ahead. Stealthily she moved in and hid behind a rock. Peering out she saw what looked to be a bed made out of women's discarded clothing illuminated by some bioluminescent moss growing nearby. On that bed was the indention of something large, but she couldn't see what it could be, and floating over it, slightly raising up and down, was Alfdis. Purple eyes wide and bloodshot from crying, black hair matted to her face and back, her skin now red from digestion taking it's awful course, some places bits of flesh were gone, showing small patches of muscle and fat. Raewyn gasped more loudly than she intended to and the invisible creature stirred. Alfdis' body scrunched as the beast sat up and then stood from it's napping position. Rae heard the heavy footsteps as it stormed around the room looking for who or what disturbed it's slumber. After a short time the beast came to a stop and laid back down on the bed. A small pool of bloody half digested flesh was forming around Alfdis' legs as she stared in agony at her companion. Raewyn mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her, and silently dashed out of the room and back down the hall to leave the poor elf to gurgle alone in her final fleshy prison.
 
To be continued.......