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Subject: {ASSM} Diablo II: The Sightless Eye, Part Two {M/F herm-dom, F/F herm, mild b/d}
Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 00:10:04 -0500
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The various references to Diablo II are copyrighted Blizzard Entertainment.
This is a work of fan fiction and is not intended as an act of copyright
infringment.  This story may not be distributed without the consent of the
author.  Do not continue unless you are of legal age in your area.

THE SIGHTLESS EYE, PART TWO

by Church Patron (churchpatron@yahoo.com)

Story codes for this part: (M/Fh-dom, Fh/Fh*, mild b/d)

* female hermaphrodite


   Kashya had screamed until her throat became cracked parchment.  She had
put every ounce of defiance she possessed into that scream, trying
desperately to ignore the sight of Flavie sharing the sticky juices on her
thighs with her new mates.  Now she was left with nothing to fight the
urgent tightness between her legs as her penis cried out to be touched,
loved, and brought to a spurting orgasm.  It shamed her dearly that there
was no way to hide her obvious desire; her rock-hard organ, dripping
copiously with pre-cum, had become the object of ridicule of her bitter
foes.

   "I always *knew* you were a little slut," Blood Raven said, admonishing
her former comrade.  "You never told me about Mother Tisha molesting you in
her office, but I knew." A hint of jealousy had crept into her voice.  "You
see, she used to make me have sex with her after my disciplinary sessions,
too, but she stopped sending for me after the first time she...had you. 
Later, I found it odd that you would always look rather delighted everytime
she caught us fucking in the open, and I was even more surprised when she
would dismiss me and drag you to her office instead, when she clearly knew
me for the culprit.  I was angry with you at first for not confiding in me,
but I came to realize it wasn't your fault." Malice flashed in her eyes as
her tone became that of a fierce purr.  "You should see what I've done to
Tisha.  She's no more than a *brood mare* for my pets, now." She was joined
in laughter by the Moon Clan goatmen behind her.

   It was true that Kashya was once one of the many reluctant lovers of
Mother Tisha, a priestess of the monastery, whose taste for young rogue
initiates was well-known amongst its residents.  In order to preserve the
reputation of their order, high-ranking Sisters of the Sightless Eye had
always dismissed her scandalous behaviour as unjustified rumour to curious
outsiders.  With this policy of ignorance in place, it became convenient
for them to turn a blind eye towards her activities.

   When Tisha first stumbled upon the two lovers' daring habits, a young
Kashya had been half-nude and glowing, having just been viciously fucked by
Blood Raven in a secluded corner of the outer cloister.  The way Tisha's
eyes feasted upon her body had made the rogue initiate squirm
uncomfortably, but what had incensed an observing Blood Raven was that the
priestess made no effort to hide her arousal.  She had known it was only a
matter of time before the priestess would call Kashya into her chambers
where, with or without cooperation, she would have her merry way with the
young rogue's body until she grew tired of it.  Kashya was summoned by
Tisha the very next day to be "disciplined for her transgressions".  Blood
Raven, respecting Kashya's silence on the matter, could only feign
ignorance at her lover's abuse and subsequent betrayal, but it had hurt her
deeply.

   "Oh, stop fretting, Kashya," Blood Raven moaned as she noted the fearful
expression on the rogue captain's face, who was undoubtedly wondering if
she would suffer the same fate as Captain Tisha.  "The goatmen are not
worthy of your body.  I can assure you they will not be allowed to lay
their filthy hands upon you.  Though, I cannot guarantee whether you would
choose to pursue them yourself, when the time comes.  Afterall, you *are* a
little slut, aren't you?" Kashya could only hang her head as Blood Raven's
taunts set her ears afire.

   As Kashya continued to wallow in her own guilt, Blood Raven roused the
unconscious paladin next to her, who then emitted a rumbling groan that
drew the attention of the rogue captain.  She found herself mildly
surprised at the ease with which Quenton managed to recover; he was no more
panicked than cautious, and the way his eyes worked to absorb his
surroundings suggested a tall measure of self-control.  He kept silent,
seemingly undaunted even as he were, completely vulnerable with his enemies
only inches away.  Not even the bold caresses of the huntresses, who were
breathing into his ears, appeared to unnerve him.  His organ remained
flaccid despite the attention lavished upon it.

   "Has it yet occurred to you," Blood Raven asked, looking at her old
friend, "how my pets were able to ambush your friends, and that you could
not sense me even as I stood before you?  No, I imagine you haven't had the
time to ponder it." She turned towards the calculating paladin, whose jaw
clenched tightly when the corrupted rogue flashed him her devious smile. 
"Thanks to you, my dear Quenton, I am now able to reclaim my friend from
the damning gaze of the Sightless Eye."

   "You lie!" spat the paladin in response.  "She thinks to turn us against
each other, Kashya.  Don't listen to her."

   Blood Raven's voice rose in a delighted giggle, a mother amused by the
juvenile antics of her son.  "You poor child!  Still imagining yourself to
be a pillar of virtue.  I suppose you think those....dreams you've been
having are just that, dreams?"

   Only at the mention of his dreams did Quenton finally break a sweat. 
"They are dreams," he said simply.

   "Is that so...." Blood Raven pondered as she leaned closer to the
paladin.  She reached around Quenton's back, gently sliding her hand from
the base of his spine down to his buttocks.  The paladin gasped, and his
eyes widened in surprise as the evil rogue's taloned finger brushed against
his anus.  His penis jerked in the hands of the huntresses, who then
proceeded to piston the hardening tool.

   "I could never hope to corrupt a knight of the Zakarum by myself," Blood
Raven mused as she withdrew her finger, moistened it with several flicks of
her tongue, then placed it against Quenton's rear entrance once more.  She
pushed her talon through the tight, puckered opening, carefully as not to
ruin the delicate passage, but sternly ignoring the resistance of his
muscles.  "Not until I become a Lesser Evil, anyway.

   "It was the Maiden of Anguish herself who came to you and entranced you
with her poisonous scent," she continued smugly, speaking as much for the
benefit of Kashya as Quenton himself.  "Then, she fucked you so hard with
those....things of hers, that you just had to give yourself over to her. 
Everytime she came to you and made you spurt, she would cast a spell over
you, hooking it deeper into your flesh with each additional enchantment, so
that anyone in your company would be blind to me and my minions until it
was too late.  The spell was meant to spread slowly like a contagion to
others around you, but you chose to attack so quickly that it became
unnecessary." She shoved her finger all the way into the paladin's ass, who
bucked wildly in his bonds; his screams were part bitter distress, part
sweet relief.  "Turning you into a man-whore was only a side-effect, but a
fun one."

   Quenton's eyes glazed over as the agonizing pleasure of Blood Raven's
finger assaulted his senses, but the corrupted rogue's lone talon was
nothing compared to the twisted appendages of Andariel.  They had worked in
conjunction with the poisonous gas she used on him, sending him reeling
into another state of consciousness altogether.  In those turbulent dreams,
he always found himself being raped mercilessly by the Lesser Evil, both in
mind and in spirit.  There he was presented before mockeries of his most
revered icons, forced to masturbate and ejaculate over them, and then
sodomized by Andariel until he exploded in multiple orgasms.  With his
loins drained and aching terribly from overexertion, he would continue to
lust for more, only to be humiliated then by those very sacred icons come
to life, admonishing him for his behaviour.  For a fortnight, he would wake
in a pool of his own sweat from his tortured slumber, but he had considered
those dreams a test from the gods, a hellish inferno sent to forge the raw
iron of his willpower.  They had ceased to invade his dreams when at last
he arrived at the rogue encampment, but now he relived them once more, and
he knew there would be no redemption for him this day.

   As Blood Raven continued to abuse the paladin's asshole, she beckoned
Flavie to approach the thrashing knight.  "Come here my sweet," she
ordered, "I want you to give pleasure to this disciple of Zakarum.  By
helping me capture Kashya, he has certainly earned the privilege."

   Flavie knelt obediently in front of Quenton and took control of his
rigid penis from her sisters' hands.  Leaning forward, she brought the tip
of his cock to her mouth and snaked her tongue around its bulbous head,
paying special attention to its sensitive underside before teasing the
narrow slit upon it and whisking away droplets of pearly fluid.  The young
rogue had to balance on the balls of her feet to keep her tongue glued to
Quenton's flailing cock, but she ably performed her duty with the skill of
a trained warrior.

   "Not bad, Flavie dear," Blood Raven tsked appreciatively, "I see you've
already learned a little about cocksucking from watching your sisters. 
Let's see if you can take this *big* man all the way into your mouth."

   "No!" Quenton cried, his faith speaking from beyond the grave of his
inhibitions.  "Get away from me, demon whore!" He looked down and saw his
own erection obscuring most of Flavie's tender features, its innocence
marred by the same evil that was enhancing its allure.

   The young rogue's eyes locked onto Quenton's own.  "But it's, me,
Flavie," she whined.  "You deigned to offer me your *company* when we met
at the edge of the Cold Plains.  Don't you remember?  I was sure you had
something like *this* in mind." Her eyes narrowed seductively as she
clamped her soft lips down on Quenton's penis, sliding it deeper into the
warm, wet confines of her mouth with a dip of her head.  The paladin's
protests sputtered as he felt his cock being strangled by Flavie's throat.

   Blood Raven kept her finger working deep within Quenton's anus while
Flavie continued to suck his cock, her ponytail dancing wildly to the
bobbing of her head.  "So, the holy knight of Zakarum is not so virtuous
afterall," said the corrupted rogue.  "And still he hides behind his facade
of righteousness, while his slutty ass is squeezing off my finger and his
balls are about to blow.  No, don't deny it; you've built up a sackful of
cum and you're about to unload it all into Flavie's mouth.  Or do you
prefer to paint that lovely face of hers with your filthy slop?"

   Quenton's response was nigh unintelligible amidst the croaking in his
throat, but it made no difference as the heat in Blood Raven's words
quickly caused his simmering loins to boil over.  Through her probing
finger, the evil rogue could feel the paladin's insides churn and throb as
he deposited his load down Flavie's throat, and with such force that it
nearly made her choke.  She diligently kept the spasming organ lodged
against her palate, and in spite of her efforts to swallow as quickly as
possible, much of Quenton's sperm had flooded her mouth and was escaping
from the corners of her lips.

   "Come on, Quenton," Blood Raven urged, "I *know* you've got more in
there." She pushed insistently on the bulge on the anterior wall of his
rectum, then cupped his dangling sac with a free hand and massaged a dark
enchantment into it.  The paladin screamed in ecstasy as his orgasm began
anew, his testes now converting his very lifeforce into hot semen.  With
each successive spurt, the paladin's struggles became weaker, his strength
swept away by waves of intense pleasure.  Beneath him, Flavie could keep up
with the pace of his ejaculation no longer; the young rogue allowed
Quenton's cock to slip out of her mouth as she choked violently on his cum,
thus treating the paladin to the sight of his penis flinging rope after
rope of semen across her beautiful face.  Feeling the paladin's gaze upon
her, Flavie suppressed her cough and managed a provocative smile towards
him.

   "Isn't that just the *sweetest* thing you've ever seen?" said Blood
Raven, indicating the whorish expression on Flavie's messy face.  "Be a
good boy, Quenton.  Cum on it for me.  Shoot your load on Flavie's cute
smile."

   The holy knight of Zakarum watched through hazed vision as his murky
discharge cascaded over Flavie's diabolical grin, splattering across her
unblinking eyes and staining her night-black hair.  Her tongue, now the
colour of asphyxiation, flicked out of its cavity to catch the occasional
blast and to lap up the sperm that had been accumulating around her lips.
When Quenton's sorcery-induced orgasm had finally subsided, Flavie was
literally forced to breathe his steaming cum, so thick was the mask of
semen coating her face.

   As Quenton's naked form sagged against the wooden pillar, Kashya
suddenly realized that the paladin had also undergone a physical change,
but different from the one Flavie had experienced earlier.  He was visibly
thinner, to be sure; his cheeks were sunken, and the muscles he sported no
longer appeared as taut and steel-like as they once were.  It was as though
Quenton's own body, as a result of Blood Raven's spell, had canabalized
itself to produce the enormous amount of semen he had ejaculated.  He had
enjoyed the most intense pleasure of his life, but he also paid a terrible
price for it.  And though the gods have spared him the fate of becoming a
minion of the Prime Evils, his weakened body would never again meet the
physical demands of a knight of Zakarum.

   Blood Raven's finger slid out of Quenton's rectum with a pop, its sudden
withdrawal causing him to gasp painfully.  "Let me have some of that *holy*
cum," she said as she kneeled down next to Flavie, who was meticulously
cleaning the knight's flaccid penis with her tongue, and began picking out
strands of coagulating semen from the young rogue's hair.  The two
corrupted rogues rubbed their faces together, taking care not to neglect
the paladin's organ, then noisily swapped his thick cum between themselves.

   As Blood Raven pushed a mouthful of semen into Flavie's mouth, she dimly
recalled the first time Kashya had been able to ejaculate from her new
penis.  The evil rogue had fellated her lover to orgasm, and held the
juices in her own mouth while she tried to kiss what had been an extremely
bashful Kashya.

   Kissing the freshly-corrupted Flavie reminded her of the wonderful
moments she had enjoyed with her old friend, and Blood Raven could not help
but peek at Kashya as she trysted with her new mate.

   Kashya bit her tongue in an effort to keep herself from crying out; she
wanted desperately to join in the depravity that surrounded her, to be a
part of the celebration of evil, to be among the many voices pleading
dominance or commanding submission.  At this juncture, she would glady
submit to the fancies of a Moon Clan--*no*!  She caught herself before that
disgusting idea could form in her mind.  But she was so close....and so
alone.

   A terrible laughter split the air asunder, piercing the sullen cloud
that fogged Kashya's mind.  The activity in the chamber came to an abrupt
halt, and Quenton in particular seemed disturbed by it, for even in his
traumatized state he began to thrash and scream.  The name on his tongue
sent a wave of sickness roiling in the very pit of her stomach.  The urge
to scream with the paladin became overwhelming.

   The Maiden of Anguish had arrived.

END OF PART TWO



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