<strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparrow, Anahita, and Lauralan<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xHiflrm.png)</div>Scouting ahead, the moth put those wings to use. She was happy to finally get Sparrow's full attention and in return give him hers. There were moments where the scouts went silent, only to be found some distance ahead on the route. Moth often cornered Sparrow against small crevices along the path. She accepted no excuse not to reward her for helping. A kiss had already happened after all, and with it had come promise of sex. Over the two days of climbing along the porous cliff-side of the Anus moth went from kissings to open touching. She cuddled Sparrow, making him her little spoon on both nights. Her hands fondled his naughty bits, showed her desire for his body through adoring caress, and through straight up requests for them to breed.<br/><br/>Quartermaster did not have that much to do. With the way scouted and rear checked by the plump elf they could maintain a steady ascent out of the Anus. Eleanor noticed the way she was looked at. There were lulls where she could loosen her focus, and in those times the sorceress became its new target. She showed Anahita quite a bit of love to rope besides using it as a simple adventuring tool. Eleanor taught her a few new ways to wear the magical rope the party had looted earlier, binding the taller woman into a helpless bundle every night, teasing her into a puddle. The group got a new view of Anahita as Eleanor woke her up for breakfast with a sadistic spanking, then drank her morning coffee with her wide rear planted firmly on the poor woman's face. Anahita was given pleasure as well, if she begged and called her mommy. Anahita was allowed to pick if she wanted to be called slave or slut.<br/><br/>Trailblazer at the very end was actually kept tied up for most of the journey for refusing to agree with rest of the group to go out of Anus. She was treated as a bit of an outsider despite being a helpful elf. Eleanor especially seemed to insist that Lauralan had hit her head and was not of right mind with a demeaning parenting attitude towards her (despite Lauralan likely being good fifty years older than the grey haired human). It went from modest bullying to sexual abuse a few times during the night. With her bondage harness on Lauralan was easy enough to secure. In the middle of the night she was woken up with her wrists cuffed to ankles and a naked human on top of her. Though aged the human's body seemed to have nearly frozen at its ripest peak, bulging lewdly at hips and breasts. The taste of her panties was warm in Lauralan's mouth, forced over her tongue with a big knot of rope. Eleanor kept on the bullying, twisting her piercings for reactions from the elf, alternating between rewarding gropes and not so rewarding spanks. She told the elf to behave, said that without her the party would leave her there, naked, tied up for the beasts to take away.<br/><br/>By day two the whole party had seen more than enough of their 'friendly' guide to know her to be a mean bully, eager to abuse youthful adventurers. She seemed to share Anahita's love to bully boys and cocked things too. The harpy pet that sorceress had caught was put in permanent bondage, hobbled and restrained to waddle helplessly behind them with a thick cock-shroom up her ass. Eleanor explained it as a convenient way to restrain the urges of Anus within the futanari monster, but all with brain still bigger than their sex would know that not to be the true reason.<br/><br/>Finally, on the third dawn the party climbed up a staircase. Stars of morning still shone high above. Harpies had not yet woken and if the party was quick they could follow a path ahead of them to reach one of the elevator sites out of Anus by noon. Eleanor stopped them. "Let's take cover over there. There are some details we'll need to discuss about getting you lot out of here safely without the tags. You see, the guards do keep an eye on the immediate surroundings of the landing sites, so we must prepare now before we reach it."<br/><br/>She took out bundles of rope, some gags, collars, a whole bunch of restraints. "I hope you trust me by now," she said, voice dead serious. "You'll need to be tied up properly for this. Noone is allowed out of Anus without tags, but there are exceptions. With my contacts to the Explorer's League I can bring you out as research specimen. By having you pose as wild monsters of the Anus, or corrupted adventurers, we can smuggle you out of here. On the top side I'll set you free of course."<br/><br/>Eleanor pulled taut a spool of rope, looked at the party. "Now, who wants to be first?"<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, the walk up has gone smoothly, but there's a small hitch. To get out those of you who have been robbed of their tags must put their trust in Eleanor and pose as slaves. Do you accept her offer?</strong><br/><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Thogstein, mentioned (Sparrow, Anahita, and Lauralan)<br/><br/>A brisk cum scented morning. That last part Thog easily removed. The higher part of Anus was rich in little waterfalls and springs in which to wash. Thog was extra lucky to find one that was also a hot spring, of sorts. At the bottom of the deep puddle feeding into the trickle slept snug a monster girl with warm orange glowing carapace, likely a hot turtle of some sort. She did not seem to spot Thog however, and simply kept on sleeping, providing the barbarian a pleasant morning bath.<br/><br/>While splashing herself Clean Thog could see a group of six climb up the steep giant's staircase leading down the precarious cliff of Anus. At the helm was a short girl with cat eared dress. Where that girl lacked in breasts her companion moth did not. With them walked a woman nearly six feet tall, human at a first glance before her mouth opened, revealing a snake-like tongue to match her strange eyes. Little feathers grew on that one's skin, similar to those of a tied up harpy the group dragged along. The only 'normal' people among them were a sharply dressed mature woman and an elven beauty wrapped in nothing but tight bondage harness.<br/><br/>The group did not seem to notice Thogstein. She could splash on, clean herself, or even have a little fun with the cock-shrooms and cunt-blooms near the river. That purple clothed human stopped her party right there in view, began talking something to them as she pulled out a small mountain of bindings. It seemed she offered to the others to tie them up.<br/><br/><strong>Thogstein, you've met first adventurers heading out of Anus. They might know of good tricks to go back down, helping you save time on your quest to glorious conquest. What do you do?</strong>