Act I: The Corruption of Blood Raven, pt. 2
 

Blood Raven hissed through clenched teeth as the goat man rammed his cock deeper into her ass, stretching her painfully as he forced himself into her. She glared at Andariel, swearing vengeance as the other lucky goat man stepped in front of her and stroked his cock to full hardness.

“You will all die for this!” she spat as the monster grinned and stepped forward until its cock was rubbing against her belly. Blood Raven hissed again the the goat man behind her dug its claws into her hips and began to pump into her more vigorously.

She tossed her head and tried to slam her forehead into the goat man placing his cock at the entrance to her quim but the one behind her grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head back to face the ceiling. His hand tightened in her dark red hair, her namesake, and jerked her back again as he pulled her body down onto his cock. Blood Raven grunted and ground her teeth together as the goat man in front of her forced his cock roughly into her. The two monsters paused for a second and then began to fuck her at the same time, their motions jerking her up onto her tiptoes before they would slam her back down on their cocks.

Blood Raven’s low involuntary grunts and the slap of furred flesh against skin were the only sounds heard in the cavern deep under the monastery’s catacombs. The audience of monster’s was silent as the two goat men rammed themselves deeper and deeper into the woman hanging between the two stone pillars.

The goat man behind Blood Raven reached around her with his free hand to clutch at one of her breasts, squeezing it painfully before he pinched her nipple between his fingers. He looked to Andariel and at her nod he pinched Blood Raven’s nipple.

“Please feel free to scream, Blood Raven,” Andariel said.

“Bitch,” Blood Raven hissed through her teeth as the goat man began to pinch her nipples again. She felt a slimy tongue running over her shoulder as the goat man behind her began to jerkily thrust himself into her ass, his hips pounding against her in short thrusts as he grunted in her ear. She felt him twitch and slam against her as he came in her and pulled out roughly.
He kept his clawed hand wrapped in her hair as the goat man in front of her cupped her buttocks and pounded into her from the front, licking her neck as he pressed himself against her breasts. Blood Raven heard him gasping with pleasure as he roughly pumped his cock into her, his hands kneading and clutching at her buttocks until he groaned and came in her, pulling out slowly and spraying her quim and inner thighs with his seed.

“Did you enjoy that?” Andariel asked mockingly. Blood Raven felt her hair freed and glared at the demoness sitting on the throne.

“I imagine it was nothing compared to what Diablo must have made you do before he gave you this area to rule,” Blood Raven said with a feral grin. “How many times did he make you suck his cock and take him up your ass before he agreed? I bet you begged him to humiliate you, didn’t you? Did his minions have fun with afterward?”

“You would be wise to watch your tongue lest someone tears it from your mouth!” Andariel roared as she leapt to her feet.

“Go ahead!” Blood Raven snarled. “You are nothing but a demon’s second rate whore, fit for nothing more than quick tumbles in an alley.”

Andariel’s eyes blazed as she raised a claw to gut the impudent woman in front of her. Her hand nearly fell before she narrowed her eyes and laughed. “You almost succeeded in making me kill you, human,” she said with a laugh as she moved back to her throne. “You won’t escape that easily. Now,” she said with a smile, “pleasure.”
 

Gillian choked back a sob as she felt the goat man rubbing his cock across her bottom. Her eyes flicked across the room, searching for anything to use as a weapon when she heard the door crash open behind her.

She rolled away from the goat man as the monster turned to face the door. As she grabbed up a chair she saw the town smith, Griswold, swinging his maul. She turned her face as gore and blood from the goat man’s head splattered across her body.

“Oh lass, I’m sorry,” Griswold said in horror as he saw her condition. “I tried to hurry but there were too many of them.”

“It’s alright, Griswold,” Gillian said as she wrapped a sheet around her body. “Where are the others?”

“We’re retreating across the river to Adria’s house, we’ll make a stand there and try to buy Wirt some time to get to the fort.”

With Griswold in the lead they cautiously descended the stairs of the inn to the common room. Splintered furniture and blood covered the floor, evidence of the vicious fighting that had filled the room when the monsters had attacked.

It had been nearly a full house when the monsters had knocked down the door and started the slaughter. They had been lucky, many of the patrons of the inn were wandering adventurers and knew how to use a weapon. If that had been the only attack then the monsters would have been soon defeated. But the monsters had attacked everywhere, swarming up from the monastery and rising from pits in the earth. Chaos had soon reigned over the once peaceful town of Tristram.

“Where is Deckard?” Gillian asked as she and Griswold snuck through a narrow alley leading towards the river.

“No one knows, he was last seen in his house but then-” the smith shook his head. “I fear he may be dead.”

Gillian shook her head with sorrow. Deckard had been the leader of the town, the one who had helped everyone rebuild. He had directed the efforts that were transforming Tristram back into the prosperous farming community that it had once been. Now it was all gone.

“There!” Griswold said, pointing towards the rickety footbridge that crossed the river. There were two goat men standing guard on the near side of the river, the arrow riddled bodies of several more showed the fate of those trying to cross. “I’ll distract them and you cross.”

Gillian nodded silently and crouched in waiting as Griswold burst from the alley with a war cry. “Come and get me you shit eating whore sons!” he yelled as he waved his maul over his head. The goat men charged him and Gillian saw her chance. She darted towards the river and was soon crossing the bridge.

“Griswold, come on!” she yelled to him. The smith had killed one of the goat men but the other was keeping him at bay with a long polearm.

“Gillian!” Pepin called out from the end of the bridge. “Move girl!”

“Griswold!” Gillian yelled as more goat men began to stream from the burning ruins of Tristram.

“Run, damn you!” Griswold yelled back. “I’ll hold them!”

Gillian crossed the rest of the way in a sprint. As she turned to look back she saw Griswold backing towards the bridge. Beside her she saw two adventurers letting arrows fly into the mass of goat men and fallen ones that were swarming towards Griswold. A dull orange explosion ripped into their ranks as Pepin threw another potion towards them. But it was too late, the horde had reached Griswold and had pulled him down despite the bone crushing swings of his maul.

“No,” Gillian breathed as the monsters swarmed over Griswold, hiding him from sight. She gasped and drew back as a wall of fire sprang up between the two banks of the river.

“It is too late for him, child,” Adria said as she leaned against her staff wearily. “He is gone. That spell is a remnant of the magics protecting the monastery, it will keep the monsters trapped inside Tristram for a few days. Hopefully we will be able to flee to safety by then.”
 

Blood Raven watched as a woman strode out of the milling mass of creatures in the cavern. The woman was deathly pale with black hair that fell to her waist. She wore the perverted remnants of the uniform of a Sister of the Sightless eye. What should have been practical and useful leather armor was cut and shaped into straps that barely hid her flesh from anyone’s gaze.

“Do you see, Blood Raven?” Andariel asked with a wave of a stinger. “There are others who have joined me. She was once a Sister of the Sightless Eye. What is your name?”

“I was called Imaen, my queen,” the woman said.

“Imaen, you have been chosen to sample the warm flesh of this woman. I’m sure you will show her the...benefits of serving Hell?”

“Yes, my queen,” Imaen said with a bow as she walked towards Blood Raven, her hips swiveling lewdly with each step.

Blood Raven gasped as she saw what was beyond the crowd of monsters. For a moment as they had parted for Imaen she had seen others, women who had been her sisters but were now as perverted as Imaen. They had been servicing the other monsters, on their knees, on their backs, or pressed against the walls. Corrupted and defiled by Andariel.

Her attention was dragged back to her situation when Imaen knelt before her naked body and placed her hands on her thighs. Blood Raven couldn’t help a shiver as Imaen stroked her body with light fingers. She watched in disgust as Imaen extended her tongue and began to lick up the dripping remnants of the goat man’s seed from her her inner thighs and quim.

“What foul magic is this?” Blood Raven gasped as she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her.

“No magic, just your body. Give in to the desire, give up control and rationality,” Andariel hissed. “Join us. You will be the captain of my legions.”

“Never,” Blood Raven gasped as Imaen flicked her tongue over her clit. “Never.” She tossed her head to the side and moaned loudly, flushing in shame as she felt herself become aroused and wet from Imaen’s skilled tongue.

The corrupted woman kissed her way up Blood Raven’s bare body until she was staring the bound woman in the eyes. Blood Raven felt herself caught in the woman’s eyes, helpless to move as Imaen leaned forward and kissed her deeply, the taste of the goat man’s seed still on her lips and tongue.

Blood Raven fought the sensations washing through her body as Imaen kissed her and rubbed her quim with dexterous fingers. Imaen slipped one, then two fingers into her quim, thrusting slowly in and out, drawing out the wetness that was building there.

“No,” Blood Raven croaked in horror as Imaen knelt again and began to lick her clit slowly and deliberately. “Stop this!” She gasped as Imaen flicked her clit with her tongue and slid another finger into her. She tried to draw away, to do something to stop the pleasure that was building in her, but the chains held her fast. Imaen’s tongue danced madly over her clit, bringing her to the heights of pleasure while her fingers pumped furiously within her. With her first scream in this dark and evil place, Blood Raven came.