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Subject: {ASSM} Diablo II: The Sightless Eye, Part One {F/F, hermaphrodite, nc, mild b/d}
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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 ONE

   by Church Patron (churchpatron@yahoo.com)

   Story codes for this part: (Fh/Fh*, negligible b/d)

   * female hermaphrodite

   "Come on," Kashya whispered as she beckoned towards her five companions:
Flavie the rogue, Sandrine the sorceress, Jahlissa the Amazon, Koernig the
Barbarian, and Quenton the Paladin.  Under the cover of night, they edged
closer to the perimeter of the cemetery, crouching then behind a cluster of
trees.

   "We cannot afford to stir Blood Raven's undead guardians from their
graves," she continued.  "Their sheer numbers would overwhelm a group of
our size, and Andariel has granted her the ability to raise her fallen
minions."

   The sorceress Sandrine tightened her sweaty grip on her staff and
shuffled forward cautiously.  Her big pretty eyes twinkled in the
moonlight, but the glitter had a hint of panic to it.  "Then how are we to
find Blood Raven?" she demanded incredulously, breathing hard as she tried
to keep her voice low.

   Kashya was silent for a moment, then spoke.  "She is in one of the
tombs. By yourselves, you may not be able to find her before her minions
descend upon you.  I...had developed a bond of sorts with Blood Raven over
the years, when...when we were both Sisters of the Sightless Eye." The pain
of a friendship lost was yet evident in her voice, but it became steel once
more.

   "I can sense where she is to a certain degree.  I believe she is in the
mausoleum closest to us."

   "Then let us put an end to her evil," said Quenton, who had kept his
sword sheathed and his cloak over the armour he was wearing.  "And free the
souls in her terrible grasp."

   Finally, the heroes advanced slowly into the graveyard, with Koernig and
his massive clubs guarding the rear, and Kashya leading with her sharp
eyes. The low mist parted before her, gathering itself around the ancient
gravestones, barely obscuring the ominous signs of upturned earth that
suggested something had broken through from beneath the ground.  It glowed
like a blanket of silver under the cold illumination of the moon, which
served as the lone source of light for the stealthy adventurers.

   A shrill cry pierced the silence, followed by a hollow, tinkling
laughter that sent a chill up the spine of each of the heroes.  Quenton
replied with a hiss and yanked his weapon out of its scabbard; the blade
screamed its metallic battle-cry as its master prepared to defend himself.

   "Fight for your lives!" Koernig roared as he crushed the skulls of two
zombies, who had erupted suddenly from the wasted soil, with a flurry of
heavy blows.  Rotten hands reached up and grabbed Sandrine's ankles, but
she managed to freeze and shatter them with an ice spell before they could
drag her down.  Flavie turned several shambling forms emerging out of the
darkness into porcupines with her arrows, but the projectiles did little to
slow them.

   Jahlissa, jabbing fiercely at the zombies' heads with her spear, formed
a circle with the other melee combatants, while those within their sphere
of protection launched ranged attacks at the increasing number of undead.
In the end, it did not matter how devastating Koernig's attacks were, or
how many crooked necks Quenton managed to sever with his sword; neither the
immolating arrows flying from Kashya's bow, nor the deadly but rapidly
depleting spells cast by Sandrine could reduce the number of reanimated
creatures by a significant margin.  The first to fall was the massive
barbarian himself, swarmed and finally brought down by a wave of long-dead
flesh.  Kashya heard the muffled cries of the fallen man behind her, and
she was frighteningly aware of the shriek that Flavie emitted no farther
than two feet away, but she could not afford to abandon her front.  A solid
blow she never saw jolted her head, and a sombre prayer from the paladin
was the last thing she heard as darkness swept over her.

   * * *

   When Kashya regained consciousness, she found herself bound in an
upright position to a wooden stake, with her arms tied behind her back. 
Just like my dead sisters everywhere, she thought dimly, but at least I
won't be turned into one of them.

   A strangely familiar fragrance thickened beneath Kashya's nose as her
head was gently angled upwards by a taloned finger.  Her blurred vision
barely registered the cloudy, red-white shape before her, but she knew her
for the woman that was once her comrade: Blood Raven.

   "So you've finally decided to come back to me, my dear Kashya," Blood
Raven mused.  Her voice, husky and musical, seemed to come from nowhere and
everywhere at once.

   The captured rogue shook her head slowly.  "No," she said, "I came...to
destroy you."

   "Destroy me?" Blood Raven sang facetiously.  She rested her other hand
on her breast and closed her eyes in mock disappointment.  "Oh, I'm hurt,
Kashya.  Truly truly hurt.  How could you even think of doing this to your
blood sister?"

   "You ceased to be my blood sister when you turned to Diablo!" Kashya
spat, "Go on, kill me!  I will never join you."

   "Oh no, Kashie sweetheart," said Blood Raven, her voice thick with
honey. "You see, I still consider you to be my blood sister.  And unlike
you, I have nothing but great things planned for you." She let Kashya's
head fall to the side once more, and in the same descending motion of her
finger, split the laces that held the rogue's leather bodice together with
her sharp talon.  A pair of firm, generous breasts spilled over the top of
the loosened material.

   Kashya's eyes snapped open as she felt a pair of hands glide over her
bosom.

   She found Blood Raven licking her lips as her glowing red eyes stared
lustily back at her.  The only warning she received before she felt her
nipples being pinched was the widening grin on the twisted rogue's
exanguinated face.  She would not have flinched from a branding iron, but
the touch of her old friend made her struggle mightily against her bonds.

   "These are still my favourite, you know," Blood Raven purred as she
fondled Kashya's breasts, leaning closer to the squirming woman to whisper
into her ear.  "You have no idea how much I miss fucking them," she
breathed.

   "Don't...touch me," Kashya protested, but the skillful manipulations of
Blood Raven brought back memories of times past, when they were both young
Sisters of the Sightless Eye, and roomed together in the dormitories.  They
were sisters and lovers, and set their bedsheets aflame each night with
their passionate lovemaking, then waking in the morning entangled in one
another's slickened limbs and smelling of sex.  After Blood Raven's
betrayal, Kashya would never find another lover, man or woman, that could
send her to such heights of ecstasy like she could; she often compared it
to having her legs severed at the knees.

   It took all Kashya's willpower to keep herself from responding
favourably to Blood Raven's touch.  Drinking in the dull throb of her head
wound to drown the rising libido, she looked around and discovered they
were alone in a large, torch-lit chamber.  Tongues of fire snaked toward
the high ceiling, burning in metal braziers scattered across the room. 
Five other unoccupied stakes had been erected in front of Kashya's own, and
within the circle stood a black marble altar, grand yet sinister in its
design.  Its purpose was ominously clear, as evident by the tough leather
straps attached to its surface.

   "What...what did you do with the others?" Kashya inquired hesitantly.

   Blood Raven gave a disgusted sound and backed away from Kashya.  "Is a
private moment between two old friends too much to ask?" she demanded,
"Fine then, have it your way." Resting one hand on her shapely hips, she
put the other to her mouth and whistled.  Immediately the creak of opening
doors echoed out from behind Kashya.

   An odd blend of contrasting smells wafted through the air as Blood
Raven's minions poured through the doorway.  Among the creatures streaming
into the chamber were dark-furred goatmen, impish Fallen Ones, the
shambling dead, and--much to Kashya's horror--corrupted rogues.  They
brought with them the five captive adventurers, all unconscious, and tied
each one to an individual stake.  While the zombies were content to wait
patiently beyond the circle, the goatmen and Fallen Ones were already
groping lecherously at the women's breasts and buttocks through their
tattered garments.  Some of the tainted Sisters also had their hands on the
women, but most of them were busy removing what was left of Quenton's and
Koernig's clothing.  Kashya was painfully aware of what was going to happen
to them, but there was nothing she could do.

   "I don't suppose you have ever witnessed the Ritual of Corruption
before," Blood Raven said, her voice crisp above the chaotic din, "Oh, we
usually leave enough to give you hints as to what we do, but there's
nothing like being there to see for yourself!" Her head snapped backwards
as she let out a cackle.  Swaying her hips rhythmically as she slinked over
to Flavie, the demonic Sister drove the other monsters away from the girl
with the tiniest flick of her talon, then slid one hand into her loincloth.

   "Ooooh!" exclaimed Blood Raven as she flashed a satisfied grin toward
Kashya, "I think Flavie's just about ready for her...initiation.  All that
shooting she does on the edge of the plains must've done her a world of
good."

   "No!" Kashya cried, "She's not ready--"

   "How do you know?" Blood Raven interjected, "Did you...check her
yourself?" She giggled when Kashya shook her head mutedly.  "Let's ask her
then, shall we?" She snapped her fingers in front of Flavie's face, and her
limp form began to stir.

   "Wake up, Flavie dear," the corrupted rogue whispered softly.  Flavie's
eyes opened groggily as she tried to straighten her bearings; they bulged
in horrific surprise as the sight of Blood Raven's malefic visage greeted
her.  The scream that lodged in her throat would have been one of pure
terror, but she had not the breath to give it life.

   Blood Raven stroked Flavie's ponytailed hair as though she were
comforting a child, shushing her gently even as she dug her hand deeper
between her legs.

   "Don't struggle so much," she teased, "otherwise I might fall in love
with you." The surrounding creatures howled and hooted their approval.

   "Tell me," Blood Raven continued, "have you been having some very
strange sensations lately?  Particularly here?" Flavie, who had managed to
regain a semblance of composure, gave a piercing shriek as the evil rogue's
finger pressed against her clit.  An urgent blush washed over the girl's
innocent features as she shook her head fiercely, but Blood Raven only
nodded, and chuckled knowingly.  "Yes, it's really sensitive, isn't it? 
Don't worry, what you've been feeling is completely natural for an
experienced Sister of the Sightless Eye.  My master had nothing to do with
it; every rogue belonging to our order develops it eventually."

   In a matter of seconds, the bulge in Flavie's leather smallclothes had
increased to such a size that Blood Raven's hand alone could not have
filled it.  Even as the girl's desperate pleas, and her futile struggles,
grew more spirited by the moment, it became obvious to Kashya that Flavie
was fighting a losing battle with her own desires.  It was then that the
rogue captain noticed what was happening around her; corrupted rogues,
clustered around each other in groups of three or more, had begun to kiss
and fondle one another, oblivious to the rest of the monsters, who were
also shifting about uneasily.  Soon, the candence of their wantonness
became a sort of obscene chant that echoed throughout the chamber, causing
Kashya's cheeks to burn with embarassment and sadness for her fallen
sisters.

   Blood Raven ignored them and continued to utter streams of soothing
nonsense into Flavie's ear, while steadily stroking the bulge between the
young rogue's legs.  She turned just enough to watch Kashya out of the
corner of her eye, relishing in the distress that the rogue captain
displayed on her pained features.  "Flavie is further along than I
thought," she commented.  "If this is truly her first time, I don't think
you've done your job as her captain very well.  You do want to see how much
she's grown, don't you?" With that, she began to ease the loincloth away
from the young rogue's waist.

   Kashya simply could not avert her eyes as Blood Raven stripped away the
final piece of dignity that belonged to Flavie, who was so filled with
shame that she no longer resisted against her fate.  In the demonic woman's
gently-caressing hand was a slim, slick rod of flesh about five inches in
length.  The thing was the colour of a deep blush, and seemed as vulnerable
as a newborn babe, but it stood so rigidly that Kashya thought it might
burst at any moment, if not for the steady trickle of wetness bubbling out
of its tip.

   Mesmerized by the symbol of Flavie's maturity, Kashya suddenly
discovered that her own phallus had already stirred from its dormancy and
grown to half size.  Dismayed, she contorted her body in an attempt to hide
the conspicuous bulge in the front of her restrictive leather breeches, but
she sagged in defeat as soon as she heard the chorus of mocking laughter
from Blood Raven's minions.

   The corrupted rogue herself was giggling triumphantly as she stared into
Kashya's eyes.  She gestured towards a trio of huntresses, who immediately
skittered over to Kashya and attacked the laces on her breeches, groping at
her bulging crotch as they did so.  They whistled their approval when the
final lace had been loosened, and the leather peeled down to mid-thigh; a
ten-inch long, fully erect rod of flesh that could only be called a cock,
jutted out from between the legs of the rogue captain.  It looked as angry
as the one Flavie possessed, yet it was less raw-looking and more sculpted,
bearing a closer resemblance to a grown man's penis than its smaller
counterpart.  The engorged cockhead was extremely well-defined, and the
veins were clearly visible upon its shaft, which was slick all over from
the juices it had been involuntarily producing.

   The rogues then proceeded to molest Kashya's organ unabashedly, stroking
it all at once and pinching its engorged head, causing the rogue captain to
gasp breathlessly.  But before the rogues could get any further, Blood
Raven intervened.  "Slow down a little, my pets," she said, "I don't want
her to be turned...yet." The rogues, upon hearing their mistress's order,
slowed the pace of their caresses considerably, and Kashya stopped just
short of begging them to continue before she could fight off the currents
of lust that threatened to pull her under.

   As Kashya's gaze settled on Flavie once more, she found the young rogue
staring back at her, a silent plea loud in her eyes.  When Kashya could
only return her look with a helpless one of her own, Flavie squeezed her
eyes shut and began to sob, though her cock seemed even harder and fuller
than before.

   "Soon, my pet," Blood Raven said, and without warning she took her hand
away from Flavie's penis, eliciting a look of confusion--perhaps
disappointment--from the young rogue.  "You will become one of us...if you
wish it.  Look around you." She gestured towards a spot in the crowd
nearby, where a pair of corrupted Sisters were making love to another
Sister's cock with their hands, mouths, and breasts.  It was a proud
specimen, no doubt belonging to a rogue of high ranking, and as the
attention being lavished upon it increased tenfold when they became aware
of Flavie's wide-eyed gaze, it began to jerk, seemingly of its own accord.
The corrupted rogue being serviced grabbed a handful of each of her
sisters' hair, threw her head back, and screamed vile obscenities toward
the heavens as she exploded in orgasmic delight.  Steaming ropes of viscous
fluid launched from the tip of her penis caught the fellating rogues square
in their faces, splattering against their feverishly-working lips.  They
continued to pamper the mewling organ as it regurgitated semen in thick,
steady gouts, swallowing some and allowing the rest to slide freely across
their skin.  It seemed an eternity had passed before the spasming organ
finally ceased to ejaculate, and its master appeared to be completely
spent, yet she too knelt and joined her Sisters in a sickening display of
harlotry, kissing each other's cum-covered faces with wild abandon,
emphasizing the mess made on their features by pulling strings of semen
away from their lips.

   Giggling with amusement at the sight of Flavie's eroding resistance to
her temptations, Blood Raven laid her hand upon the young rogue's exposed
thighs and began to caress them gently.  Exploring the shuddering girl's
creamy skin between her legs, she purposely avoided any contact whatsoever
with Flavie's lonely erection, and traced delicate circles with her talon
on her bare abdomen.

   "Do you want me to make it spurt?" Blood Raven said, her voice rising
from sweet honey to molten lava.  "Beg me, and I will make it spurt real
hard." Blood Raven had always favoured breaching fortresses from within.

   "No, Flavie!" Kashya pleaded, "Don't listen to her!" Her heart fell when
Flavie only looked at her apologetically, her teary eyes filming over with
blind obedience.  The young rogue's spirit had finally been broken. 
Hanging her head in shame, she uttered the irrevocable words in a hesitant,
guilt-laden tone.

   "Please..." she whispered, "I beg you..."

   Blood Raven grew impatient when Flavie spoke no further.  "What is it
that you want me to do?" she demanded, "If you don't name it, I will leave
you here to burn in your own lust until you die an agonizing death.  You've
seen the bodies of your sisters who were foolish enough not to comply; you
saw the expression on their faces." Her voice was suddenly treacle-thick
again, flowing, seeping into the chinks of the young rogue's last vestiges
of modesty.  "And you have seen with your own eyes how much pleasure we
could give to one such as you.  You could come as hard as Lileena did. 
Harder--because my hand alone is better than any two of them combined.  Ask
Kashya, if you don't believe me." The breath caught in Flavie's throat as
she felt Blood Raven's hand creeping up on her raw, sensitive organ once
more.

   Kashya felt her ears burn when Blood Raven's words brought back memories
of their days as chambermates together at the Monastery.  Ever bold and
adventurous, they often trysted in places where they could be seen by other
people, who would usually ignore them unless they were of much higher
ranking, in which case they would be punished for their indiscretions.  It
was always Blood Raven who initiated these acts of temerity, however, but
Kashya could never resist her dear friend's tempting offers.  If Flavie
indeed were to ask her whether Blood Raven's boast was true, she would have
no choice but to affirm it.

   "Please!" Flavie cried suddenly as she laboured for breath, "I beg you,
please make me spurt!  Make me come!  I beg you, make me come as hard as
Kashya did!" Her mental mis-step was not lost on Blood Raven, who seized
the opportunity like a python coiling around its prey.  She skillfully
wrapped her fingers around the young rogue's penis and began to piston her
hand up and down its shaft.  So winded did Flavie become that all she could
manage were high-pitched moans between short, rapid breaths.

   Shooting a glance at Kashya, Blood Raven asked the young rogue
disparagingly, "You want me to jerk your cock harder?" She would place the
onus upon Flavie to direct her own masturbation.

   "YES!" Flavie screamed, her immaculate features gnarled by guilty
passion, "Jerk my cock...harder!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Oh, DIABLO!"

   Flavie's mouth opened as a soundless wail escaped from her quivering
lips, forming muted obscenities even as her body spasmed violently; her
bonds were the only things preventing her from curling up into a fetal
shape.  A geyser of semen, white as the young rogue's lost innocence,
erupted from the tip of her penis, flinging itself audibly across the
floor. As if spurred on by the cheers from the audience, the next three
spurts seemed to explode more forcefully than the first, landing even
farther away from the stake.

   There was a satisfied smile on Blood Raven's face as she continued to
coax load after load of cum out of Flavie's cock, with a combination of
masterful skill and steady determination, and it seemed that Flavie would
ejaculate at her torrential pace for a quite some time yet.  The flow began
to ebb after about fifteen strong spurts, pooling now between Blood Raven's
active fingers and then smothered all over Flavie's cock.  By the time the
young rogue's orgasm was reduced to a lazy dribble, there was enough semen
on the ground and on her thighs to fill half a tankard.

   "Impressive," Blood Raven said as she pulled her hand away from Flavie's
softening penis, drawing a long unbroken thread of semen all the way to her
lips.  With a free hand she guided the exhausted rogue's face towards her
own, then proceeded to play with the web of cum on her fingers by sliding
each of them into her mouth, squinting exquisitely as she sucked them
clean. Cupping Flavie's cheeks in her hands, Blood Raven leaned closer to
the dazed young rogue and kissed her full on the lips.  Flavie groaned
helplessly as she felt the corrupted rogue's tongue invade her mouth, and
along with it came a generous amount of her own salty cum.

   As Kashya watched her old friend feed Flavie her own semen with sloppy,
fervent kisses, she noted with growing terror that the young rogue's
normally tanned skin tone was slowly giving way to an ashen hue, as though
a grey shadow had crept over her during her ordeal.  Her soft brown hair
was also turning into the colour of night.  The change seemed to coincide
with the shift in her behaviour, as she was becoming more aggressive with
her responses, and would have embraced Blood Raven if her arms had been
free.  Their passionate exchange lasted several minutes before the two
lovers finally broke their kiss.  When they both turned to smile
contemptuously towards Kashya, their faces wet with saliva and sperm, the
rogue captain sobbed openly at the sight of Flavie's sinister grin, so
beautiful and yet so unmistakably evil.

   "Don't cry, Kashya," Flavie said as she was being untied by Blood
Raven's minions, "soon it will be your turn."

   The laughter that rang in Kashya's ears was almost enough to drown out
screams of her own.

   END OF PART ONE

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