Dungeon Delving

 They slowly moved deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine ruins under the castle. They had been going for hours, trying to map out a path. They had found a few useful things here and there. Lilixia lets an orb of light hover over her hand, its light playing off of her charcoal grey skin and illuminating the rough stone walls ahead of her.

Next was the Druid Elunë, her hand idly tracing over the rough cut stone blocks as she walked closely behind Lilixia. She was dressed in a variety of furrs draped over her copper-colored skin. Her obsidian black hair hung in a loose braid as her bare feet gracefully guided over the stone floor. 

Velistra followed next, a charming and seductive Dhampir. She was dressed in well fitting leathers as she scans each new area meticulously for any items of use. Her short blond pixie cut and enthralling green eyes always luring people in before she flashes her fangs at them.

Then came Draska, a fierson human warrior, muscle bound and deadly. Her long white hair cascading over her shoulders, her bronze breastplate mimicking her abs underneath. Lastly was Tara, a paladin dedicated to her goddess. Fully armoured as she keeps watch at the rear, her amulet casting light as she holds it up. Her deep golden brown skin shows her distinct origin from another land, white streak through her otherwise brown hair.  

They had been looking for artifacts in the depths, there had not been too much to find so far. Yet going deeper was worth the risk. There had been rumors of people going missing on the surface, but that had become a common occurrence recently in the area. 

They entered into a larger room, pillars and debris littered the room. The edges are steeped in shadow, hard to tell exactly how large the room reality was. They cautiously enter, Lilixia leading the way as her light cuts away some of the gloom. She can tell something was off by the way Velistra tensed beside her. She starts to weave a new spell, uttering a chant and letting it rise bit by bit from her chest and taking on a life of its own as it starts to detect magic in the area. 

She first starts to see a shimmer around her companions, each one holding various items they had picked up on their adventures. She then starts to see runes come into focus along the pillars of the room, hard to make out what they were or what they would do, but the chamber was seeped in magic

Before she could work out any details of the runes on the pillars the chamber exploded into chaos. Something snakes out of the darkness, wrapping around Velistra’s throat as she was talking to her. In the moments before she loses concentration on the spell she could see it thrumming with magic, moving like it was alive. Before she could even react the bard is pulled bodily off of her feet towards the shadows, the ominous screaming sound of stone on stone comes from the tunnel behind her they had just entered through. She catches it out of the corner of her eye just in time to see the entrance they just exited, being sealed with a stone wall, making it look like the entrance had never existed. 

She snaps back to her companion along with the others to see not just the Bard, who was now in a spirited battle with what appeared to be a living chain on the floor of the chamber, but there were a number of figures around her as well. There were ten or more Dwarfs, they were not quite as normal dwarfs. They were still square and stocky creatures, but the little skin they could see was deathly pale, inky black hair and beards, mostly done into braids and ringlets. Each one’s face was obscured with a bronze mask, and each kitted out with a bronze chest piece and an assortment of leather and other bronze armour. They were mostly armed with long man-catcher polearms, clubs, and an assortment of chains and cuffs along with other tools hanging from their belts.

At the front is an imposing dwarven figure, with an etched golden mask with horns, their beard and hair streaked with white as they bark orders out in infernal. The Dwarfs are very efficient and are advancing on one unified block. Within moments Tara is between the attackers and her companions. A number of crossbow bolts ping off of her shield as the dwarfs fire over their companions with large tower shields. Canisters clatter onto the floor near them, and start to spew gas at the heroines. They are herded backwards trying to keep out of reach of the mancatchers, unable to get close without risking themselves. 

Elunë and Lilixia start to fire spells around Tara as the dwarfs advance, always having to keep out of reach of the mancatchers. The Dwarven spell weavers are able to counter most of their spells, or deflect them but some get through, being able to hear the screams of dwarfs as lightning arcs through them.

Luckily for them there was a doorway, not the one they came through, but what looked more like the entrance to the hall as intended. They try and fight their way towards it, Draska holding her own as dwarfs try and cut them off. The blade of her axe grinds against the shaft of a mancatcher to cut through the throat of the dwarf holding it, leaving him coughing and clutching his throat. She kicks another bodily into a wall of the chamber to clear the way ahead. Her and Lilixia manage to make it to the doorway, as Tara and Elunë hold the dwarfs back.

Each one finding it harder and harder to concentrate as the gas fills the room, the runes on the pillars start to flare to life, each heroine feels magic strumming through the room. Before they can all get into the new corridor Elunë is hit with a spell, sticky chords of magic hit her from one of the Dwarf spell weavers in the back lines, defended by a companion with a shield. In panic she starts to change forms, her soulshape starting to take over. Her body elongates and fur taking over her skin as her shape morphs into that of a panther as she struggles against the magical bonds. Tara commands the others to flee as she holds them off. 

Lilixia and Draska flee down the corridor as Tara fights to keep the dwarves back, the sounds of battle behind them. They soon come to a door, large and imposing, blocking their path. Lilixia wastes no time in looking for magical seals stopping them opening it. She runs her hands over the ruins muttering to herself as Draska stands guard against whatever comes behind them. Too late does Lilixia realise what she is reading, hidden within the runes, was one of paralysis, as the words pass her lips her eyes widen. Instantly she loses control of her body, slumping into a heap on the floor. 

Draska calls out to her, bushe can already hear a group of dwarfs coming down the corridor after her. Mancatchers in hand as they pin her to the door with them, her axe knocked out of her hand, simply too many to fend off at the same time. Desperately trying to push back against them, but the strong dwarfs overwhelm her with numbers. One pins her by the neck with the pole as the other cose in on her. Her legs are yanked out from under her, making her crash to the floor. She desperately struggles against them, pulling on all her strength. Each Dwarf is strong enough to pin an arm to the door next to her head. She shouts and swears struggling against them as a female dwarf takes her time coming up close to her standing between her legs. She pulls out a dagger and cuts the straps away holding her breastplate, exposing her to the dwarf. She grabs by her hair and with an expertly placed knee, she slams into just below her ribs, forcing all of the air out of her lungs, bringing an end to her struggles as she gasps for air, kneeing her again to be sure. 

She is forced onto her front and has her arms shackled together behind her back, rendering her helpless. Ropes are looped around her ankles and a group of dwarves loop the rope over their shoulder and start to haule her back. The female dwarf turns her attention to Lilixia, taking her time to grope and inspect the helpless woman as she lays prone on the ground. Once satisfied she grabs her by a horn and drags her back to the others. All the time  mocking and gloating at the two in infernal as they drag them along. 

Their companions were also there, defeated and overpowered by the dwarfs. Velistra had lost her battle with the sentient chain whip. Weakly struggling on the floor, she was bound in a tight hogtied, wrapped tightly around her neck, choking her whenever she struggled too much. It was wrapped around her intimately, around her breasts and between her legs. Clearly rubbing between her legs, coxing arousal from her in her vulnerable state. A bit gag is locked around her head, the metal bit stopping her biting anyone with her fangs, while also forcing her to show them off. 

Tara was in no better shape, the dwarfs were finishing pulling her armoured plates off, each part being inspected by the dwarfs. She was clearly bleeding from a few wounds, a crossbow bolt in her shoulder likely being the end of her fight, the poisoned tip leaving her weak. Dwarf leader holding her by her hair as she kneels defeated, his hands roaming over her as her bruised and battered form was too weak to fight back. One kicks her knees apart and she is struck across the face by the gauntleted hand of the leader. Elunë on the other hand appeared to be stuck in the form of a jaguar, kept on a chain leash as she struggled to pull away from the two dwarfs holding her in place, a muzzle keeping her controllable and a ruined collar preventing her change, legs shackled together as she is tormented.

They take their time with the sorceress before the spell wears off, they shackle her legs together only allowing her a stride the same as the dwarfs. She is collared and her wrists brought up behind her back to be chained to it and her elbows painfully forced together. A harness with a ball gag is buckhead in place, stopping any spells passing her lips. Her tunic is ripped open exposing her, as a spellweaver paints a ruin on her belly with ink. She feels a wave of arousal and confusion wash over her as the rune starts to glow and take effect. 

Each of the heroines is locked the same, squirming weakly in defeat. Once her body regains control it is already far too late for her to fight back against them. They are leashed with chains and made to follow the dwarfs, yanked along and mocked as they have to stoop and stumble after the leash holder as they are marched deeper into the underground. They are mocked and molested as the dwarves take their time pulling them deeper into the dark.  Elunë pulled along like a hound after them, none of them having any fight left in them, expertly rendered helpless by the slavers.