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Subject: {ASSM} No Light in the Darkness <*> {Buffybot} (Mf scifi viol rape)
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This is the first erotic story I have ever written, so I would love
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<1st attachment, "No Light in the Darkness.doc" begin>

The world was crumbling around me, and the only way to stop it
was to sacrifice myself.  I trembled with fear as my eyes traced
the ancient words that would seal my fate.

I did my duty.  I found the girl.  But in the end, I failed to
protect her.  My whole life, since before I can remember, has
been dedicated to the task of finding and protecting the
Light-Bringer, the one girl in the entire world who could finally
bring an end to the centuries of darkness.  One girl to bring the
light, one to protect it.  So it was foretold, so it was done.  

This defeat was crushing me, sending stabs of pain through my
chest and stomach....and not only because I had lost the one who
could save us all.  I had also lost my only friend.  Ailene was
torn from my arms as we huddled in what was supposed to have been
a safe house, a temporary home in which to wait for the time when
she could perform the ritual and banish the endless night.  We
had been chatting like schoolgirls (but what would I know of
school....having never gone?) when the roof was ripped from the
walls.  Ailene froze; but remembering my training, I grabbed her
hand and forced her to run with me.  

To be truthful, there was no place to go.  We had been betrayed.
Still, I found the only room that could be considered a hiding
place...the hall closet still had a bit of roof attached...and I
thrust Ailene through the door and followed after.  She was
crying and I was frightened myself.  Years of hard training can't
change the fact that I am still just a teenage
girl....alone....with a heavy destiny weighing on my shoulders.

Then, they came.  Monsters.  And she was gone.

I know where she is.  I know what I must do.  But I am so scared.
 I never wanted to die.


The words tasted bitter in my mouth; my voice was twisted by the
ancient tongue.  I was still in such a state of distress that I
was afraid I would not be able to muster sufficient concentration
required to reign in the magic I called upon.  But then the world
turned an eerie shade of blue and my mind collapsed into
darkness.

I awoke to stiffness and pain.  I touched my hand to my face and
came away with blood-stained fingers.  My mouth was bleeding,
though I could not find a wound.  I had spoken words of dark
magic, dead phrases that had never been uttered before.  I did
not expect to come away unscathed.

I looked around.  I was in an empty stone room with an open
doorway.   Candlelight flickered in the passageway beyond the
door.  Though an electric fear lanced through my brain, the
dancing flames emboldened me to get to my feet.  I crept toward
the entryway and carefully looked around the corner.  The
passageway was long and went in only one direction.  No other
rooms or passages branched off, and it ended in another open
doorway.

With every step, a steady drumbeat of terror began to rise and
fill my head, until I was afraid that it would pound my very soul
into oblivion.  I already knew what I would find at the end of
the hall....The Dark Chamber.  Throne room of the Demon.  The
Master of Death and Permanent Darkness.

I tried to pause in the doorway, but an invisible hand pushed me
forward and led me to the middle of the vast chamber.  Though I
could see no candles here, a pale blue light lit the room and
cast shadows on the walls.  Long wooden boxes were stacked up
against the walls....and at the back, a terrible throne.  My eyes
fell upon its occupant, and my heart almost stopped in my chest.
I suppose that he is what my ancestors would have called the
devil, though he did not have horns or a trident.  His body was
massive, and his steely gaze froze me in my spot, though I wanted
to turn and run.  

A whimper escaped my lips, and he smiled...though not the smile
of any human I have ever seen.  It was the smile of a beast.

Then he spoke. 

"I know why you are here," he snarled, "but do you?"

I somehow found my voice, though I could not keep it from
trembling as I lifted my chin and said, "Yes.  I am here to take
the place of the Light-Bringer."

"Fine.  Then select your vessel."  He gestured to the boxes, the
ones I noted when I came in.  Then he smiled again.

I was taken aback.  I did not imagine it this way....did not
think that this curse would be upon me so soon.  I had envisioned
arguing with the beast, begging him, convincing him to take me
instead of her...and convincing myself in the process.  I thought
I would have time to prepare.

Instead, I dragged myself across the cold, hard floor to the
opposite wall of the chamber.  My body felt so heavy to me; it
took so much effort just to lift my feet.  To my horror, I
finally was able to truly see the "boxes".  They were
coffins...of a sort.  They had no lid, but a human-shaped
impression was pressed into each one.  Ancient runes were carved
on the outside.

How do you select your own coffin?  A heavy knot formed in my
throat and tears stung my cheeks as I examined each one. 
Finally, I grabbed one "box" and blindly pulled it toward me.  It
fell to the ground with a sickly thud, and I dragged it back to
the center of the room.  The scraping of the wood on the floor
was more horrible to me than anything else as it seemed to scrape
at my very soul.

The beast rose from his seat, and walked to within inches of me.
I could feel the heat of his body; I could smell his breath.  I
could no longer hold myself together now, and I openly sobbed.  I
thought I knew what was coming.  I was wrong.

The demon spoke again, "You must remove your clothing."

My body swayed as if I had been slapped. "I can't," I cried.

"So be it," he said and turned away.

A deeper fear raced through my mind, and it trumped my fear of
dying in the nude.  "Wait!" I said urgently, as I reached out a
hand and grabbed his arm.  Icy cold ripped through me, but I
would not let go.

The beast turned and I let loose my grip.  Warmth flooded through
me again.  "You must remove your clothing, " he repeated, "or
else the ritual cannot commence."

A well of bravado bubbled up inside me. "How do I know that you
will follow through with your end of the trade?" I asked,
mentally preparing for his anger.

But instead he pointed to a patch of bare wall, and suddenly a
picture formed where before there had been nothing but aged
stone.  I saw Ailene, my friend and my charge, in the Great
Temple.  The rest of The Order surrounded her, comforted her as
she cried.  Somehow, I knew these pictures were real...the trade
had already been made.

The wall turned to stone again and the beast faced me once more,
waiting.  Silently, I turned away and began to disrobe.  For some
reason, I could not stand to face him.  I shed my last earthly
protection as slowly as possible, trying to drag out the minutes,
trying to stave off my final moment.

But there were more surprises in store.    

When I turned back to face the dark demon, I saw to my personal
terror that he was lazily, hungrily stroking his member.  Of
course, I had not thought anything of his nudity before.  You do
not expect demons to be wear clothing....but I had seen nothing
sexual in the beast's intentions until now.

"It is time," he said, and he reached out and pulled me closer to
him.

I tried to pull away. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked,
hysteria lacing the edge of my voice.

The beast stared at me for quite a time and then replied, "You
have read the runes.  You know the ritual.  You will take her
place."

My mind raced as I recalled my translation of the ancient
symbols. The Light-Bringer will fall into the hands of the Beast.
 He will take her body and she will lay in the chamber forever
and Darkness shall reign.

Take her body! Take her body!  TAKE her body!

All at once, I realized my mistake.  My sacrifice would be
greater than I had ever imagined.

Without warning, the demon grabbed me and threw me roughly to the
ground.  Sparks danced before my eyes as my head bounced off the
rough stone.  

Then he was upon me.  The cold I had felt at his touch before was
nothing compared to the icy pain that shocked my body as he
crushed me to the floor.  The coarse fingers of one hand rested
on my cheek, as the other began to swiftly guide his demon cock
between my legs.  The Order had demanded virginity, but the beast
took it now as he violently thrust into me.  Though the touch of
his body froze me, his cock pierced me with fire.

I screamed.

The demon was far bigger than any mortal man, and his cock ripped
through me, tearing my delicate insides, damaging my body beyond
repair.  I could smell the metallic scent of my own blood as the
beast thrust again and again.  In agony  I glanced down, only to
see that his massive tool had not yet been completely sheathed in
my body.  I cried bitterly, knowing that my pain would not be
ending anytime soon.  The beast shoved his cock in further this
time, snarling in some horrible language in my ear.

A horrible chant built up in the walls around us, and the beasts'
thrusts began to keep time with its evil rhythm.  With one more
brutal plunge, the demon forced his entire length into my body. 
My screams were drowned out by the rising volume of the chant. 
He held himself there for two full beats, and then howling, he
began to thrust again...slower now, with purpose.  I could feel
the push and pull of his member tearing and ripping at my flesh.
I could hardly breathe as each thrust pushed the air violently
from my lungs.  He drove into me, again and again and again.  My
torture went on for an eternity.  

Then, as I began to lose consciousness, I noticed a glint of
silver out of the corner of my eye.  The beast now held a shining
blade in his hand.  He began to drive into me faster and faster
now.  I closed my eyes and prepared for the bitter cut that would
spill out my life's blood.  With a roar, the demon came inside
me, coating my womb with his seed, and I again tasted blood in my
mouth.  I opened my eyes.  It was not MY blood.  At the moment of
his release, the demon drew the knife across his chest and was
allowing the oozing blood to drip and trickle into my mouth.  

I squirmed beneath him as a childhood memory tickled at the back
of my brain...a lesson from the beginning of my training....

My teacher speaking of demon blood, and its effects if ingested
by a mortal....

The demon pulled away from me and then gently laid me in my
coffin.

"Sleep now....until I need you again."

As I blacked out, the truth hit me.  I had saved no one.  My
blood, my sacrifice, my body had served the beast well.  The
darkness would be extended, and the demon would have all the time
in the world to hunt my friend, without me to protect her.  And I
had made him stronger.



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