She could see her chosen prey, a pack of leapers that had been harassing the caravans traveling from the Westmarch. The others had split up to find the different Horadric artifacts necessary to enter Tal Rasha’s tomb. While the split up would weaken them, there wasn’t enough time to go from ruin to ruin searching. Luckily, the arrival of two new adventurers had increased their ranks.

She would have been searching ruins for the artifacts, but she had overslept and the others had left without her, leaving only note telling her to watch the area around Lut Gholein for trouble. Shala gritted her teeth at the patronizing tone of the note, Artus was such a pompous bastard sometimes. Just because he was a paladin, he thought he knew everything.

It hadn’t even been her fault, Elaea was supposed to have woken her in the morning, they were sharing the same bed, after all. But she had probably enjoyed the thought of her getting chewed out by their “leader”.

“Just because I told them I wanted to be a dancer,” Shala muttered to herself with a pout. “They don’t talk that way about Natalya, and she dresses like a-” Shala bit the words off. With the way her luck had been going, that creepy assassin would be right behind her.

Shala glanced over her shoulder just in case and was relieved to see nothing but sand. The assassin was probably sneaking around with the necromancer. Two creepy people in black. Shala couldn’t say she was upset that they weren’t around.

“I’ll deal with these leapers and head back to town for a decent meal and a bath,” she said to herself with a smile. The though of a nice meal at Atma’s tavern made her stomach growl. The poor woman, she thought to herself, losing her husband and child like that-

Shala narrowed her eyes at the sight of the desert animals, mostly small mammals and some lizards, scattering suddenly. Her nose picked up the harsh, acid scent of the leapers and they loped over the ground and stopped by the oasis to drink and settle in for the night. One of them had caught an unlucky large rodent which was soon devoured.

Shala grinned as she readied an ice nova spell along with some ice bolts. She’d freeze them in place and shatter any that survived her attack. She’d be back to Lut Gholein before dinner was even ready.

The sorceress jumped to her feet, her long black hair streaming behind her as she charged down the sand dune. The leapers looked up in surprise as they turned to attack her. But before they could, she unleashed a ring of crackling ice that washed over them, freezing them in their tracks. The water in the oasis cracked loudly as the frozen water melted in the warm evening air. The corpses of the leapers cracked similarly as Shala bashed them to pieces with her staff.

“Nothing to it!” she crowed triumphantly as she finished with the last of them. Just as she was reaching into her pack for a portal scroll, she smelled that same acidic leaper scent on the wind. “It must be these guys,” she said to herself as she pulled the scroll free and unfurled it.

As she started to read, she heard sand shifting behind her and half turned, expecting to see the sand dune falling from the wind. Instead she saw a pack of leapers sliding down the dune towards her.

There must have been two hunting groups in the pack, she thought to herself as she readied her spells. But before she could cast them, the leapers were in the air. She caught one with an ice bolt and her ice nova froze the first wave. But more kept coming at her from all sides.

She screamed as a close miss tore her pack away from her shoulders. She spun and bashed at it with her staff, sending it flying across the sand. But even as she did, another leapt onto her back and bore her down to the sand. Shala bucked furiously and tried to lever herself up with her staff, almost succeeding before one of the leapers, larger than the rest, knocked it away onto the melting ice of the oasis.

Shala collapsed onto the sand, more leapers grabbing her legs and arms and pulling them away from her body until she was spread eagle. She could feel their sharp teeth poking at her delicate skin through the leather of her bracers and boots. As she struggled, she felt their grip tighten.

“Light save me,” she whispered, absolutely sure that they were going to tear her apart, and praying that it would be quick. Her eyes shot open when she felt another leaper moving in between her spread legs, its long fingered, clawed hands stepping on her back. She winced as it leaned forward, its breath hot on the back of her neck, and ran a long tongue across her back. Was it tasting her? Did it want to know if she was good to eat?

Shala’s fear turned to puzzlement for a moment when she felt something stiff jutting against the small of her back. It was thick and blunt, strange for the leapers who were thin and sharp almost everywhere. Her puzzlement returned to fear as she felt the thing move down her back to poke against her bottom. She cried out in surprise as it was pushed under her skirt to rub against her thin undergarment. It pressed against the fabric until, with a hiss of effort, the leaper had torn through the flimsy silk.

The sorceress’s body shuddered as she struggled frantically against the leapers pinning her to the earth. She screamed desperately, her head shaking back and forth in a useless denial of what was happening to her. Her screams echoed out across the oasis, growing even more high pitched and more urgent as the leaper forced himself deeper into her.

The creature hissed, its claws tightening on Shala’s shoulders as it pushed itself into her. The dark haired young woman threw her head back, her mouth wide open in a mixture of pain, terror, and abject humiliation. Her head dropped to the ground, her cheek flat against the still warm sand. She could feel the grains digging into her skin as she thrashed and twisted against the leapers, all to no avail.

With another scream, she felt the leaper raping her thrusting itself deeper into her. Try as she might, she couldn’t dislodge it as it mounted her and bucked its hips up against her bottom. The thing’s cock felt huge to her. Even the goat mens’ cocks hadn’t felt this large to her, much less those of the fallen. Inch by painful and humiliating inch, the leaper worked itself into her quim until at last, with a long hiss of pleasure, it had sheathed itself entirely in her.

Shala closed her tear filled eyes and moaned as the thing secured its grasp on her shoulders and settled down to leisurely pump its cock in and out of her quim. Each thrust made her groan, her entire body quivering in disgust. Her breath was forced out of her as the leaper began to furiously hump against her.

The leaper hissed in pleasure as it leaned forward, its feet digging into the sand for purchase, and thrust itself deep into Shala. Each of its thrusts jerked the helpless sorcerer across the desert sand, forcing her skirt to slowly ride up until her bottom was totally exposed. The young woman winced as the leaper began to ride her at a furious pace, its claws slowly shredding the fine silk of her blouse until her tanned shoulders were bared.

Shala’s breath came in quick gasps as the leaper slammed itself into her. Her eyes fluttered as she still feebly tried to escape from the relentless assault on her quim. All around her were the shiny orbs of the leapers’ eyes as they watched her, hissing and clicking between themselves as they watched her being taken by their leader.

“Oh light,” she whimpered to herself as the leader slowed the pace of his thrusts but increased the force until her feet were pulled free of her boots and the leapers holding them. The leaper on mounting her continued to thrust as she kicked her legs and thrashed them in the desert sand. Even as she struggled, its thrusts forced her bottom up into the air and it moved its claws down her back, tearing her blouse to shreds, and roughly grabbed her waist. Her head shot up and she looked over her shoulder, some sick impulse making her want to see what the creature violating her was doing. Its soulless eyes stared back at her, no emotion showing in its twisted and alien face. With nothing more than a small grunt, the leaper continued to take her.

Shala screamed as the leaper’s thrusts sped up again, nearly jerking her knees off the ground as it pounded away at her. With a hiss of what she could tell was triumph, it thrust one last time into her and flooded her with its seed. Shala let her head fall back to the sand, not caring that the sand was getting into her hair. She felt the sand sticking to the tracks of her tears and shuddered at the feeling of the leaper slowly pulling out of her, his cock still dribbling onto her bottom. As another leaper crawled between her limp legs, Shala closed her eyes and sobbed.
 
 

Another of the countless number of leapers that had violated the sorceress finished with her and pulled out. Shala tried to close her legs against the next one that she knew would soon be violating her, but exhaustion kept her from doing much more than shifting slightly on the sand.

“Enjoying yourself, human?” she heard, just as the next leaper pushed himself into her. Shala lifted her head and looked up at the figure swathed in a desert robe kneeling at the top of the sand dune. Shame filled her as she realized what she must look like, flat on her belly with the leapers surrounding her, no longer bothering to keep her pinned to the ground, and their seed staining her clothes and quim to overflowing.

“Please, please help me,” she said in a raspy voice. Had it been a whole night since they had captured her? She remembered the sun sinking in the west, but now there was rosy light coming from the eastern sky.

“For a price, do you agree?” the figure said, its voice oddly soft and flowing with a sibilant hiss to it.

“Yes, anything, anything, just help me,” Shala sobbed. She just wanted to go home, she had never wanted to be a sorceress. If she hadn’t come to the west she wouldn’t have been raped by these creatures, not to mention all the other minions of Hell that had taken her. “Please!”

With a grin that Shala could hear, the figure stood, reaching into its robes to pull a long string of potion bottles. “You should hold your breath, human,” it said as it threw the potions. The leapers, focusing only on Shala’s voluptuous body, didn’t even notice as the bottles broke apart, releasing clouds of foul green vapor.

As Shala held her breath, she watched the leapers choke and writhe on the sand, their bodies thrashing like her’s had when the first leaper had taken her. Just as quickly as the vapor had sprang up it had disappeared, leaving her surrounded the corpses of her violators.

“Thank you,” she said as she slowly pulled herself to her knees. “I have gold, or magic,” she started to say.

“I want neither, human,” the figure said as it stalked down the dune with a lithe grace that reminded Shala of the assassin or Elaea. “I need a body, yours will do.”

“N-no, you can’t mean that,” Shala said. To be saved from one group of rapists, only to end up in the hands of another? Her body was too weak to summon the magic for a spell and her staff still lay in the waters of the oasis. “Please, you can’t mean that!”

The figure laughed as it walked up to her. “I said I needed your body. But I didn’t need it for a tumble, you’ll help me get my revenge on the snakes,” the figure said. Shala looked up at the shadowy recesses of the figure’s hood. He, or she, stood a good head taller than Shala and would have been able to look Bakar in the eyes. She gasped as the figure removed her hood. “You’ll do nicely as bait,” the Saber Cat said, her eyes wide in amusement.