There is no escape.

As Thoth-Amon's bewitched guards remove Sonja's restraints the she-bandit punches, kicks, gouges, claws and bites at them with all her ferocity, but to no avail. The naked redhead is carried over towards the statue of the grotesque dwarf and thrown into the pit below.

Spraining her right ankle on the fall doesn't deter the Hyrkanian from trying to climb out of the trap. The smooth stone walls are however too high. Muttering curses Sonja watches the priestesses climb stairs behind the statue and pour their bowls of the warriors' cum into an opening behind the dwarf's head.

The Stygian sorcerer strides over and looks down at the condemned brigand with great pleasure. "You're going die now; slowly, painfully."

"I pray that Scáthach takes my vengeance upon you cockless coward." Sonja curses the wizard.

"Scáthach?" Thoth-Amon laughs. "Scáthach! You invoke some silly minor female spirit as you're about to be sacrifice to the great god Bel, the King of Thieves, and you yourself are a bandit?! Your goddess is as much a joke as you are, whore."

"Fuck you." Sonja spits, which brings a smile for the sorcerer who begins to chant in some ancient tongue.

The stone dwarf's eyes mechanically roll downward as if it is taking sight of a prey. Soon a jell like ooze begins to slowly extrude from the statue's penis and collect in the pit.

Sonja presses against the wall. "What is this devilry?!"

"It is the seed of the warriors taking form by the power of Bel that will defile and crush your worthless body into pulp. Once you are dead the spawn will dissolve mixed with your blood and bile which will provide me with the salve I need for the ritual."

"Ritual?!"

"To steal their strength, skills and abilities and make them mine, of course. That is why I so honor the great Bel by offering him such a pretty sacrifice."

"All this because you can't get your cock up?" Sonja mocks.

The wizard's eyes close in rage. "The beast will defile you before it crushes your last breath from you." He throws a serpent figurine into the ooze and walks away giving commands to the priestesses.

Sonja's attention is quickly drawn to the ooze which starts to bubble, fizz and change shape. Within a few seconds it looks like a large worm, as four tentacles grow from its front. Soon the tentacles take the form of serpent heads. By a minute the ooze is the shape of a eighteen foot, four-head, snake hydra. All eight of its eyes transfixed on the naked she-bandit as it slithers towards Sonja.