The quartet continued working their way down through the missile silo. After their lesson entering the third floor, they slowed down and were much more cautious. As a result, they were able to carve through most of the rest of Warren's men without any significant injuries. They hadn't found any more of the captive women, which was slightly puzzling. Instead, they found numerous signs of hasty retreat, indications that both the male fighters and the female captives had quickly departed, descending further into the bunker.

  Finally, they opened a door descending from the eight floor to the ninth. As they reached the bottom of the stairwell and entered the ninth floor, they realized it was quite different from all the floors before it. It was far rger than the above floors, spreading out into the earth around them. It was also significantly deeper, approximately three times as tall as the previous floors. The four spread out, gncing around the dark cavern. Suddenly, someone snapped their fingers from the darkness ahead of the quartet.

  Magical illumination flickered on, filling the space with dancing lights. Alice gasped as she gnced around, taking in the full picture of the floor in front of her. Warren stood proudly next to a giant pit in the floor, Becky's naked, limp body wrapped in chains and suspended over the hole. Beside Warren stood three other men, all looking quite tough. A cowled figure skulked in the shadows holding a bow, a robe-cd man appeared to be a mage of some kind, and a huge man appeared to be part-orc and carried an enormous sword on his back. Against the far wall, about a hundred feet away, were a line of fifteen nude women. Each were on their knees, a metal colr around their necks, and chains connected their wrists, ankles, and colr to the wall. They were unable to move, only able to gnce over and watch what was about to happen.

  "Well, look who wandered into my town this time," Warren said with a smirk. "It's the pair of big tit lesbians and their pointy eared friends. I didn't get to meet you all st time, only the slutty healer." Warren gnced over at Colin. "How about it, boy? Want to swap sides? You could be balls deep in all three of them before dinner. I'll even give you first crack at nutting on their crying faces when I add them to my wall," he said gesturing over his shoulder at the line of women.

  Colin gritted his teeth and shook his head in the negative, growling, "Fuck you, creep. I can't wait to watch you lose."

  "Oh? I know the lesbians aren't getting your dick wet. Maybe the elf girl? Or are you gay? Last chance before I get angry."

  "He said no," Deirdre snapped. "You deserve every bit of the pain and suffering coming your way." She reached over her shoulder, snatching an arrow from her quiver and began to raise her bow.

  "Slow down there, hot stuff," Warren warned. He kicked a lever by his foot and the chains connected to Becky rattled, the woman's body starting to descend into the pit. Alice screamed in panic, watching her friend begin tumbling into darkness as the chains cttered. Warren hit the lever again, stopping the descent and leaving Becky swinging and spinning wildly. "Now, I've been nice until now, but I'm about to get ruthless. You will y down your weapons and get the fuck out of my bunker, or else I kill this woman."

  "What's even down that pit? How do we know lowering her down there is anything but a trick?" Bridgette asked, stalling for time.

  "Come look," Warren encouraged. "I'll even take a step back so you feel more comfortable." Bridgette ground her teeth, but quickly stepped forward, gncing down. It was about a fifty foot drop to the bottom of the pit and she could make out a variety of metal spikes at the bottom, stained with dark fluids. She stepped backwards, shaking her head. Warren ran his eyes up and down Bridgette's body appreciatively. "Holy shit, red. They broke the mold with you, huh? What a waste, so much beauty spent on a lesbian. I could change your mind, you know. I'll bet you've never had a solid fuck from a hard dick. You'd never go back."

  Bridgette scoffed, then howled with ughter. "My girlfriend's got a bigger dick than you do, ass-wipe. It has nothing to do with that. You're a fucking loser, capturing helpless women and turning them into your sex sves just because you're a little stronger than they are. The strong should protect the weak, not exploit them."

  Warren's face turned red with rage, a vein pulsing angrily at his temple. "That's it. Ready to die?"

  "I was born ready, motherfucker," Bridgette answered, unslinging her greataxe and beginning to spin it between her hands.

  At that, the fight began in earnest with both sides immediately going on the offense. Colin threw a fireball, but it was immediately counterspelled by a mage on the opposing side. Deirdre started moving to the side, rapid firing arrows at the rge warrior which were being deflected by some force field. Bridgette and Warren leaped for another one, Warren's hands somehow able to deflect and counter Bridgette's axe before he drew a pair of shortswords. Alice stood in the back, clutching her skirt, and summoned Fi's mass of tentacles to help keep her safe as she did her best to keep her friends alive. The glowing tentacle cloud appeared over her head, drawing her back into its midst, as the fight grew more serious.

  Colin dodged furiously, crackling bolts of energy zipping across the cavernous area as they homed toward him, the opposing mage bsting spells as far as he could. One of the bolts caught Colin in the thigh, the electric energy snapping into him and causing him to lock up. The enemy wizard then used that time to quickly cast a fireball, centered on Colin. Right as he finished casting, Colin recovered enough to counterspell, the wizard cursing in frustrating as the ball of violent fire fizzled out in his hands.

  Bridgette and Warren battled back and forth, Bridgette's greataxe cnging against the man's shortswords as they fought back and forth. The tall, muscur blond man ducked under Bridgette's next blow and shed out, quick as a snake, as he scored a shallow hit on Bridgette's torso. His attack had the added benefit of slicing into Bridgette's combat bikini, which resulted in her top coming loose and draping around her neck, her enormous breasts now bare and wobbling back and forth. Warren grinned maliciously and licked his lips, his gaze straying to Bridgette's tits as he took a step backwards.

  "If you thinking stripping me naked is going to hurt my fighting abilities, you've got it all backwards," Bridgette warned. "I'm going to kick your ass even harder."

  "I knew they were big, but damn. You could feed an army with those nipples. Don't worry, I'll make sure to breed you plenty, keeping those tits nice and fat."

  Deirdre faced off against the rge fighter. He had deflected her arrows with some force field but then rapidly closed the distance and was pressing her fiercely. She'd had to quickly stow her bow and grab a sword, parrying and dodging as the fighter repeatedly tried to overpower her with brute strength. Sweat ran down Deirdre's face. She knew she had him beat on technique, but he was just so strong that he kept knocking her around. She was accumuting a few cuts and unable to return the favor as she carefully walked backwards, deflecting blows and trying to score her own hits.

  Alice shrieked as a tentacle fshed in front of her eyes, the meaty appendage intercepting an arrow that had been headed straight for her face. The mysterious fourth individual on Warren's side of the cavern had emerged from the shadows just enough to shoot an arrow at her, but vanished again as she tried to look and see where it came from. The tentacle spasmed back and forth, pink fluid spraying in the air as Alice gently grasped it and channeled healing energy toward it.

  Bridgette leaned to the side, Warren's short swords passing right past her ear, a chunk of red hair slicing free and drifting in the bunker's still air. She spun forward, ducking under his follow-up attack, and smmed the head of her greataxe into his chest, watching with glee as he stumbled backwards, a chunk of his ribcage now caved in and blood and intestines spilling out.

  "Give up now and we may not kill the rest of you," Bridgette announced. "It's over." The mysterious archer emerged from the shadows, chuckling maliciously. He strung another arrow on his bow and readied himself for more combat.

  "Stupid bitch," he hissed. "You have no idea who you're messing with. It's just beginning."

  One of the women chained to the wall started spasming, the chains holding in pce glowing a malevolent green. She screamed, her voice cracking in agony as the glow spread from the chains and began to cover her body. The woman's spasms grew in fervor, blood flying from her wrists as she tried to tear herself free from the wall. The friends stared in horror, unsure of what was happening, as the glow grew in intensity and her screams grew louder. Finally, the woman slumped forward, lifelessly held in pce by the chains which no longer glowed. Warren stood back up, looking healthy, and spun his swords.

  "Now, where were we," he asked casually. "Oh right, chaining you to my wall." He dashed forward, scoring a hit on the stunned Bridgette before the barbarian managed to recover and counter the follow-up attack that would have taken her head. The attack Bridgette hadn't avoided gushed blood down her arm, her left forearm muscles severed from the strike. Bridgette dropped her greataxe and pulled a smaller axe from her storage ring as she leaped backwards, suddenly aware that Warren was a rger threat than she had figured.