Message-ID: <12179eli$9806151505@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Diablo: Zara's Quest (MMM/f, nc, rape) (1/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998061420543100.QAA06603@ladder01.news.aol.com> Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ Chapter 1 The twelve year old girl frantically pulled on the well rope, rushing to fill her bucket as the sun set behind her. She grasped the emerging pail, sloshing water over the well edge and her shift as she poured the clear liquid. Letting the pail drop back down into the well, the girl seized the bucket, walking quickly back to her parents' farm that seemed to be a league away. Night fell swiftly, the landscape becoming black and forbidding in the blink of an eye. The girl began to pant, her heart thumping in her small chest as she quickened her pace. The cloaked riders appeared from nowhere, suddenly two of them materialized a short distance away, one to either side of the girl. She screamed in terror, dropping the bucket in her haste to reach home. The riders charged towards her, their black mounts shrieking like damned souls. Tears flew from the girl's eyes as she ran, her thin legs burning with each desperate stride. The farm girl raced through the farm gateway, she could see the warm beckoning lights of her home not far away. The riders leapt over the fence, the horses' hooves tearing earth into the air as they shot forward in pursuit. A skeletal hand reached forward, grabbing the back of the running girl's shift and flinging her like a doll backwards through the air. The girl fell heavily onto her buttocks, the wind knocked from her lungs while the two riders blocked her view of the farm house. One of the riders dismounted, his movements jerky and ungraceful. He limped towards her, his voluminous black sleeves outstretched. The farm girl screamed horribly, her skin deathly pale with fright. The rider wrapped his thin arms around the girl before she could flee again, his left arm clasping tightly around her throat. The girl struggled to escape, her arms slapping against the rider's moldering robes. As her vision began to fade, the girl pulled off the rider's hood, revealing the white, smooth bone of a fleshless skull. The girl's eyes widened in horror before she fainted from lack of air. The skeleton traced a finger along her soft pink lower lip, then he raised the girl's limp body into his arms before returning to his waiting steed. Zara was unimpressed with the town of Tristram. She walked the dark, silent streets, past the pitch black houses and the abandoned shops. Trash and filth covered the roads, even rotting corpses decomposed in the narrow dark alleys. The rogue girl advanced deeper into the town, until she reached a square with a dry fountain in the center. Several small shops had lit windows, and Zara heard a smith working at his forge. She approached an elderly man who sat on the edge of the fountain, staring into its empty interior. "Excuse me, sir," said Zara respectfully. "What? Oh, hello, young one," replied the old man as he raised his head to look at Zara. "I heard that the town of Tristram was in need of aid. I have come to help." "I am afraid you are too late, child. Tristram is a doomed town." "Is there someone in charge I can talk to?" "I am Cain, the town elder. I am afraid no one is in charge anymore, except the dark powers that run free in the night." "Dark powers? Who are they?" "We do not know. It began when King Leoric became ill. He became more and more unstable, ordering us to war with our northern neighbor. As the war continued, Leoric slipped deeper and deeper into madness, then his son disappeared, never to be found. The King blamed us for his son's disappearance, he executed many of the townspeople until Lachdanan returned from the war in defeat. He discovered the King's madness and slew him in the monastery, an ancient structure that the King had converted into his home. Lachdanan and his men never returned, but the Archbishop Lazarus, the King's most trusted advisor, did return. He said that evil powers had been freed below the monastery, and that the King's son was still trapped in the catacombs. The Archbishop led a group of townsmen into the monastery to rescue the prince, but no one has returned for days. I believe that whatever lurks beneath the monastery has slain the Archbishop and our menfolk, we will be next if no one stops the darkness from spreading." Zara pondered the elder's story, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer scope of evil that had claimed Tristram. She idly fingered the feathered shafts that hung from the quiver at her side. "I will go to the monastery and defeat whatever evil has made its home there." Cain said nothing, he merely looked at Zara with pity as she turned to leave the square. The rogue girl walked northwest, towards the forbidding structure that sat like a waiting vulture on a small hillock. Zara was unsettled by the unnatural quiet that hung over the countryside. There were no animals, no insects to disturb the heavy weight of silence pressing against Zara's lithe frame. She checked the short bow that rested against her right shoulder, then glanced down at the dagger that lay sheathed in her right boot. Zara walked along the rough path that led to the entrance of the monastery. A prone human form made Zara hasten her steps. She reached a man lying on his stomach, a pool of blood cooling beneath him. The rogue turned the man around, making him groan with pain. He opened his eyes slowly, then grabbed Zara's right arm in a death grip. "Please, mistress!" gasped the dying man. "Listen to me! The Archbishop Lazarus, he led us down here to find the lost prince. The bastard led us into a trap! Now everyone is dead...killed by a demon he called the Butcher. Avenge us! Find the Butcher and slay him so that our souls may finally rest..." The man released his grip on Zara's arm, his eyes glazing over with death. Zara placed the man's hands on his chest, then whispered a brief prayer to the Light. She stood up, then turned to regard the black windows and crumbling walls of the monastery. She unslung her short bow, nocked an arrow, then strode forward to the waiting front door... A spiraling stairwell led to an immense chamber. Dust covered the stone floor, while dozens of empty candle holders lined the walls. Doorways opened to the west and south. Zara took a moment to light a torch from her pack, then she walked forward, glancing at several sarcophagi that filled the crypt. Scratching noises from behind alerted Zara, she spun to find more than five skeletons stumbling towards her with upraised axes. Cursing softly, Zara raised her bow, firing a stream of arrows into the advancing undead. Skeletons shattered like fragile glass, their bones littering the filth-covered floor. Only one skeleton made it to melee range, it sliced down with its axe, cutting a shallow line down Zara's left arm. The rogue girl grimaced with pain, kicking out with her right boot. The skeleton stumbled backwards, its rib cage shattering loudly. Zara fired three arrows into her last foe, the skeleton bursting apart as the projectiles slammed into it. Zara took a moment to catch her breath, adrenaline still pumping in her veins. She clasped her wounded arm, reaching into her pack for a bandage to bind the cut shut. Zara rifled through the shattered skeletons, finding several worn pouches with gold crowns inside. She pocketed the gold, then briefly examined the rusted axes, finding them too heavy to use herself. Straightening up, Zara's eyes widened when one of the sarcophagi began to open. A moldering corpse climbed out of the crypt, moaning loudly with a tortured, rasping voice. The other five crypts also started opening, disgorging three more zombies and two skeletons. Zara fired her bow, the bowstring singing as she pumped arrows into the advancing enemy. The skeletons shattered into clusters of bones, but the zombies continued to shamble forward. Zara fired shaft after shaft into the first zombie until he vomited a gout of black blood and fell wetly to the floor. The remaining three zombies reached Zara, clawing at her with their grimy fingernails. Zara kicked at the undead, then slammed the shaft of her bow into one of the zombie's faces. The undead's face collapsed into a mush of gore, his sticky blood gushing onto Zara's hands. The rogue girl tried to back away, but a zombie pounced on her, forcing her onto the floor. Despite herself, Zara screamed as the zombie on top of her grasped her leather tunic and ripped it open. The second zombie took away Zara's bow, then held her right arm down. The last zombie knelt between Zara's legs, grasping her ankles with his rotted hands. Zara turned her beautiful face away when the zombie straddling her leaned down to lick her cheek with his slimy purple tongue. Stinking breath gushed over Zara as the zombie ran his mouth over her lips and neck. The undead fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples cruelly until she gasped with pain. The zombie roughly kissed Zara's neck and bare shoulders, then began sucking on her right tit loudly, his drool covering her warm white skin. Zara pushed vainly at the zombie with her left hand, her right arm held firmly down by the undead rapist's companion. Zara's eyes widened further with horror when she felt the third zombie tearing her crotch piece off, then removing her panties. A long, writhing tongue entered Zara's pussy, licking her labia until it became hot with arousal. Zara struggled to break free from the zombies, but they held her down with their weight and superior leverage. The first zombie moved to Zara's left breast, licking and sucking like a starving animal, while the third zombie sucked on her clit, his lips smacking wetly as they nibbled on her pink cunt flesh. Zara bit her lower lip until it bled, then watched in disgust as the zombie atop her released his cock from his rotting clothing. She moved her face from side to side, trying to avoid the thick, dripping member until the zombie grasped her head with both of his deathly blue skinned claws. The zombie shoved his rod into Zara's small mouth, then started pumping back and forth, his tool ramming deep into her throat. The zombie between Zara's legs pried her cunt lips apart with his claws, then buried his mouth in her snatch, his tongue sliding into her vagina, caressing the tender flesh until it glistened with her lubricating juices. Zara moaned with the zombie's shaft in her mouth, her lips stained with his black ichor. With her body limp from violation, the zombies climbed off to place her on hands and knees, one zombie replaced his cock into her mouth, fucking her slack lips while his companion pried her tight buttocks apart to shove his tool into her wet pussy. The third zombie crawled beneath Zara, his crushed mouth extending a wet tongue to lap at the rogue girl's dangling breasts. His tongue slipped from nipple to nipple, leaving the tits slick with his slimy saliva. The zombie fucking Zara's cunt slapped his decayed crotch wetly against her ass, his tool pounding deep into her belly. Zara groaned as the zombie shoving his member into her mouth grabbed a handful of her long, unbound auburn hair, holding her tresses like reins as he pumped himself past her wet, sensuous lips. The zombie ramming Zara's pussy orgasmed first, releasing his thin watery seed into the girl's womb. Zara's tits continued to be suckled by the second zombie while the third undead pulled out of the girl's mouth to cum over her lips and chin. Zara coughed as she tried to keep from swallowing any of the zombie's foul seed. The zombie in front of Zara kicked at the undead sucking on her tits until he bit her nipple on last time before crawling out from under her. The undead near Zara's ass rose to his bone thin legs, leaning down to grasp her booted feet, then dragging her across the dirty floor towards the opening on the west wall. Zara let herself be limply dragged away until she passed her discarded bow. She grabbed her weapon, turning around to smash its edge against the side of the dragging zombie's right hand. The hand broke off wetly, allowing Zara to kick away from the vacant eyed corpse. The other two undead stumbled forward as the naked rogue girl drew her boot dagger and decapitated her one handed captor. Black blood spewed up like an obscene fountain while Zara grabbed her quiver and nocked an arrow. She angrily fired shaft after shaft into the approaching undead, peppering their chests with arrows until she severed one zombie's thin neck. As the now headless zombie fell, the second one also tripped, his body bleeding from numerous wounds. He crawled forward, his rotting face contorted into a snarl, his eyes burning with lust for Zara's blood. Zara aimed deliberately for the zombie's face. She fired two arrows in quick succession, impaling his rotting brain with the shafts. He quivered violently, then became limp, black blood escaping from his fatal head wounds. Zara reclined against an open crypt, her bare breasts heaving for air. She wiped the foul ichor from her mouth, then rubbed ineffectually at the zombie cum sticking to her pubic hair and pussy. Shuddering with revulsion, Zara took a few more moments to calm down, then gathered her belongings, re-clothing herself in her torn leather armor. A large tear remained from the neckline to just below her breasts, exposing a bit more cleavage than the girl was comfortable with. Checking her bow for damage, Zara slung it over her shoulder, then replaced her dagger back in its boot sheath. She searched the dead corpses for valuables, finding a few pockets with gold inside. The rogue examined the open crypts next, finding two potions of Healing and a short sword with a rune inscribed on its steel blade. Zara hefted the sword experimentally, finding it light and easy to wield. She replaced the short sword in its plain leather sheath, then fastened it to her belt. Feeling somewhat better with her new finds, Zara returned to the spiral staircase, desiring to return to Tristram for resupply and a well-deserved rest. *************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----