Story Codes: (M/F, n/c)

Diablo II

Act I: The Corruption of Blood Raven, pt. 1
 
 

Flickering braziers of coals lit the dank passageway as Blood Raven was carried to the depths of the monastery’s catacombs. She tugged at the rope tying her to the pole that two goat men carried between them. Despite her best efforts, all she had accomplished was chafing her wrists and and ankles raw.

She turned her head and looked to her left as they emerged into a large room carved from the bedrock far below the monastery. More torches lit the vaulted cavern, their flames shining in the pools of blood that bubbled in the cracked stone flooring.

The stench of blood and rotting flesh filled Blood Raven’s nostrils as more goat men stepped from the darkness and seized her arms and legs while others cut her free from the pole. She lunged at the nearest one and was forced to her knees by the others. One of them grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back until she was staring forward into the darkness at the center of the cavern.

As she watched as dull light formed and then spread, casting warped and dancing shadows over the far walls. The light gradually brightened until it revealed the monstrous form sitting upon a throne carved from bone.

“Blood Raven, so good to finally make your acquaintance,” Andariel said with a piercing laugh.

Blood Raven gasped involuntarily when Andariel rose from her throne and stepped forward. The woman- the demon was horrific to look at. From the chilling glow of her eyes to the razor sharp hooves on her feet, she was truly terrifying. “Do you know what is going to happen to you, Blood Raven?” Andariel asked as she approached the woman, her hooves cracking and splintering the stone beneath them. “You will go through the same training that your sisters have gone through,” she said with a wave of one of the four stingers rising from her back, indicating the waiting ranks of the corrupted sisterhood. “None of them lasted for more than a day, I do hope you will provide a better show for us.”

Blood Raven gritted her teeth together and glared at the demon. “I’d rather die than serve you, hellbitch!” she snarled.

“I’m sure you would, many of your sisters said the same thing,” Andariel said as she stepped in front of Blood Raven and bent over to look the woman in the face. “But in the end they were crying for more,” she whispered smugly.

Blood Raven lunged forward, her blood boiling from the way the demon was talking of her former comrades in arms. “I’ll see you dead, Andariel!” she yelled and spat in the demoness’s face.

“My, how unoriginal,” Andariel said as she wiped the spittle from her cheek with one clawed hand. “Prepare her.”

Blood Raven struggled futilely against the goat men as they dragged her forward to where two pillars stood in front of the throne. Rusted chains hung from the tops and bases of the pillars, each one ending in a shackle. “You’ll never break me!” Blood Raven screamed as they closed the shackles over her wrists and ankles. With her fierce struggling and fighting it took four goat men for each limb, but in the end she was secured and helpless before the demon queen.

“We start with...” Andariel paused as she settled back on her throne. “Pain, yes. We start with pain.” With her chin resting on one hand she gazed out over the assembled ranks of her minions. Fallen ones, goat men, the undead, and corrupted sisters. “So many choices and yet, we have so much time!” she laughed and motioned the two goat men who had first captured
Blood Raven forward. “Enjoy yourselves,” she said with a wide smile.
 

“Where’s Blood Raven?” Elaea asked as she walked over to the main campfire. “I thought she’d be back by now.”

“I don’t know,” Kashya said as she handed Elaea a plate of grilled meat and vegetables. “She’s late.”

“Why worry?” Qu’tha said as he drained his mug of beer. “She can handle herself.” He made a motion and one of his clay golems trudged over with a fresh mug. It would have been a skeleton, they were better at not crushing the mugs in their hands, but no one wanted to have them around while they ate. “Eat, drink!” he said. “We’ve cleared out every nest in the surrounding country side. Soon we’ll just have to scout the way back to the monastery, then-” he made a cutting motion across his throat. “Andariel will be one more corpse to join my service.”

“You should not be so rash in your decisions, Qu’tha,” Artus said from across the fire. “We should proceed carefully and methodically, clearing out every pocket of resistance on the way to the monastery. The last thing we need is to be attacked after Andariel’s death and killed just because we let a pack of fallen ones ambush us.”

“We all die sometime, paladin,” Qu’tha said with a smile. “Embrace death when it comes.”

“I am not so quick to accept that fate,” Artus said with a grim smile.

“But how are we going to kill Andariel?” Shala said. The sorceress had been unusually quiet that night. “She’s a demon queen.”

“Three feet of pure steel through the head will kill anything,” Bakar said with a broad grin.

“Perhaps, brave northman,” Akara said as she approached the fire. “But it would be wise to learn as much as possible of our foe before we strike. I have sent a message to Deckard Cain, last of the Horadric scholars. He will know of Andariel’s weaknesses.”

“But Cain is in Tristram,” Kashya said. “It will be weeks or more before he can return a message.”

“The ways of magic allow me to communicate with him across the distance of many miles,” Akara said. “When he responds, we will know instantly.”

“Tristram, Tristram,” Qu’tha said slowly. “Oh yes, has a monastery that used to be Diablo’s prison. A nice place now that he’s gone.” He smiled and looked off into space. “There was this sweet, sweet barmaid there. Now, what was her name?”
 

Gillian screamed into the pillow as the goat man pushed her head down and tore the remnants of her dress from her waist. She flailed and struggled wildly against the monster, clawing at his arm and trying to kick him.

The only effect of her struggles was a long guffaw from the goat man. He tore her white peasant blouse off her shoulders and flipped her onto her back, his rough hands pawing her breasts while she screamed. The barmaid tried to claw at his eyes but he laughed again and grabbed both her wrists with one of his massive hands, pinning them over her head as he molested her firm and full breasts.

Gillian moaned in fear and desperation as his hand trailed down the soft skin of her stomach and forced its way between her clenched thighs. From outside the inn she could hear the screams of the other inhabitants of Tristram as they fought and lost to the demons that had risen from the bowels of the monastery.

An occasional explosion rattled the windows, proof that Pepin and his exploding potions of acid and choking fumes still fought. As Gillian listened she could hear the sounds of fighting fading away across the river towards Adria’s home, leaving only the screams and cries of those unfortunate enough to have been captured by the monsters ravaging the town.

“You will serve my clan well,” the goat man said as he ran his clawed hand through Gillian’s flaming red hair. “We’ll keep you alive for a long time.”

“No,” Gillian moaned as the monster undid the armored kilt that draped around his waist. She closed her eyes and tried again to escape when the saw the monster’s obscenely swollen member jutting out from his crotch. She couldn’t help but scream as the goat man flipped her back onto her stomach and dragged her across the bed until her legs hung over the side.

The goat man laughed in pleasure as he kicked the barmaid’s legs apart, exposing her quim to his eyes. He pressed down on her back with one hand as he guided his cock into her with his other. The woman’s struggles increased as he pushed himself into her, her body writhing as she fought to get away from him.

Gillian screamed as the goat man pushed himself into her and moved both his hands to her shoulders. She clawed at his arms and shook her head madly as he began to slide into her, his cock stretching her to the very limit of what she could take. Another scream tore itself from her throat as he rammed himself deeper into her. She began to whimper softly as the goat man began to pump into her, jerking her across the sheets as he crouched behind her.

The goat man grunted in pleasure with each thrust into the sobbing woman beneath him. His hands caressed the soft skin of her shoulders and he bent his head to nuzzle the back of her neck and sniff her hair. She was so soft, soft and tight and warm around his cock, soft under his hands. He redoubled his pumping and listened in delight as the woman whimpered in time to the motion of his cock.

Gillian felt hot tears flowing from her eyes as the goat man moved one hand down her side to clutch at her waist. Each thrust of his cock brought a whimper from her as he slammed into her from behind. His motions increased as his cock slid in and out of her and his hand pulled her back to meet him. She closed her eyes and prayed for someone to save her as the goat man hunched over her body and licked her shoulderblades as his thrusts began pounding, rapidly spearing her helpless body with his cock as he grunted in her ear. She could feel him twitching within her as he neared his climax and she groaned in revulsion and terror. With one last thrust the goat man jerked her back onto his cock and grunted loudly as his seed sprayed into her.
Gillian sobbed as she felt him pull out of her, his seed still splashing onto her buttocks. Her eyes snapped open in terror when she felt him spreading her cheeks apart and dribbling more of his seed onto her rear entrance.

“No,” she breathed in terror, feeling fear clutch at her heart as the goat man’s cock was rubbed against her ass. Already it was hardening again...