Message-ID: <572.repost$980813050441@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Diablo: Zara's Quest (M/f,mc) (7/?) 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: <1998080903345800.XAA05703@ladder01.news.aol.com> Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ Chapter 7 Zara walked softly through the pitch black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery. Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered. "Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor. Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels. Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor. Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet. Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death. "She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow. "Blackash..sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood..unlocked Armor of Valor." "No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?" "Attacking her,..as you said," gibbered the zombie. "Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow. "Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt. "The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand. "Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt. "Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away. Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips. "Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl. "Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist. "Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately. "As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts. "Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor. Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists. "Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body. "Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily. The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum. "Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric. Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil- drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing. Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris. Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside. "You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth. "Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne. "It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls. "Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" ********************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----