Diablo II

Sisters of the Sightless Eye

The Forgotten Tower

Elayne waited at the guarded entrance to the rogues' camp, binding her long, red hair with a thin strip of leather. She idly listened to the guards, about how Deckard Cain was recovering under Akara's care, how the amazon warrior Brigit had released the magic of the Cairn Stones. Elayne let the women's voices fade into a corner of her mind, she scratched at the hard ground with the tip of one leather boot, she ran her slender fingers over the string of her hunter's bow, checking for flaws even while she thought about her growing relationship with the fierce amazon warrior.

Elayne's revelry was broken when Kellie trotted up from the camp, her long, dark brown hair bobbing behind her in its usual ponytail.

Kellie was Elayne's age and about the same height. The rogue girl wore tight leathers like the other scouts, but her leather shirt fit much snugger since her breasts were large and firm, the envy of many other girls in the order. Like Elayne, Kellie was armed with a hunter's bow and a quiver of arrows. Kellie also had a sword sheathed at her shapely left hip.

"Sorry I'm late!" grinned Kellie, brushing dark bangs away from her beautiful, light brown face.

"It's alright. Ready to start patrol?" asked Elayne.

"Aye," nodded Kellie enthusiastically.

The two short rogue girls left the camp entrance and walked south, towards the Cold Plain. The scouts walked silently for a time, the afternoon bright and warm, a few large, white clouds scuttling across the sea-blue sky. Kellie cleared her throat and glanced at Elayne.

"We haven't been on patrol together for awhile."

"Aye," nodded Elayne vaguely.

"Talk at camp is that you're sharing a bed with Brigit, the amazon warrior."

Elayne blushed, glancing furtively at her curious companion. "It's true. I am."

"Do you love her?"

"I..I don't know. She..was my first," whispered Elayne, lowering her eyes to the barren ground.

"Not really. Remember when we..liked each other."

"We kissed a few times in my cell, it wasn't the same. Brigit made me feel..a lot more."

The foot hills gave way to the desolation of the Cold Plain. Elayne shifted southwest, watching for any signs of movement or habitation.

Kellie fell quiet and tested her bow. The two rogue girls crossed the Plain, then something attracted Elayne's wary eye.

"Let's check that out," suggested the fiery-haired rogue, heading for the object without waiting for Kellie to join her.

"No one's ever patrolled this far before," warned Kellie, jogging to catch up with Elayne's swift pace.

When Kellie caught up with Elayne, the curious rogue was examining a thick book set upon a pedestal of piled rocks. The book was an ugly thing, bound in what appeared to be human skin, letters of blood scrawled upon its front cover.

"That's horrible! Don't touch it!" grimaced Kellie.

Ignoring her companion, Elayne used the tip of her bow to flick the book open. She leaned close, using the late afternoon sunlight to read the spidery text within.

"...And so it came to pass that the Countess, who once bathed in the rejuvenating blood of a hundred virgins, was burned alive. And her castle in which so many cruel deeds took place fell rapidly to ruin. Rising over the buried dungeons in that Light-forsaken wilderness, a solitary tower, like some monument to Evil, is all that remains.

The Countess's fortune was believed to be divided among the clergy, although some say that more remains to be discovered, still buried alongside the rotting skulls that bear mute witness to the inhumanity of the human creature."

"I remember reading about the Countess's Tower, its in the Black Marsh, just past the Dark Wood," mused Elayne.

"We should be heading back to camp," reminded Kellie, uneasy with the route Elayne's thoughts were taking her.

If they returned back to camp, Elayne would have to face Brigit, she would have to confront the confused tangle of her emotions.

"I'm going to investigate the Tower. The order needs money, Kasha said we might use the Cairn Stones to trade with other cities, perhaps hire mercenaries to help us retake the Monastery."

"This is a bad idea. We should wait until dawn, bring along some more sisters," said Kellie, biting her lip.

"You can go back if you want, I'm going to the Tower," repeated Elayne stubbornly, leaving the book and marching in the direction of the Dark Wood.

Kellie gazed in the direction of the rogues' camp, then sighed, shrugged her slim shoulders, and ran to catch up with Elayne. ***

As dusk drew closer and closer, the Dark Wood became nearly pitch black. The sounds of wandering brutes and quill rats became louder, it seemed as if every creature in the forest was about to pounce on the two girls.

Kellie brandished her sword, which pulsed with a soft, blue light. Elayne held her hunter's bow ready, following the forest trail as quietly as she could.

The trail ended amidst a riot of bushes and fallen trees. The rogue girls climbed over the rotting trunks, pulling away branches and clumps of vegetation until Elayne caught her breath and motioned for Kellie to join her.

Beneath a covering of dry branches and dark leaves, the ground was composed of smooth stone, the floor of a structure, like the Countess's Tower. Pulling away more branches, Elayne found an opening, a stairway that descended underground.

"Go in first since you have the light, I'll ward you," instructed Elayne.

Kellie frowned, but obeyed her companion, wriggling through the network of branches, then following the weathered, cracked stairs into the darkness. Elayne climbed down after Kellie, an arrow loaded and ready. ***

The stairs let out into a large chamber, a wine cellar if the rotting barrels and racks of dusty bottles were any clue. Elayne stayed close to Kellie's back, the soft light emanating from the rogue's sword illuminating a small circle around the girls. The rogues searched the wine cellar, discovering a doorway that opened into a long, web-draped hall. Kellie and Elayne tread softly into the narrow hall, their boots leaving footprints in the thick dust that cloaked the stone floor.

A sharp hiss echoed through the passage. Kellie cried out, stumbling back into Elayne.

"What's wrong?" demanded Elayne, trying to hold the limp girl and clear her bow at the same time.

"C..cold," chattered Kellie before she collapsed onto the floor, her torso swiftly coated in glittering, pale ice.

Human forms filled the far end of the passage. Husky, female laughter filled Elayne's ears as the attackers raised their bows and launched a flight of arrows at the stunned rogue girl. Several bolts slammed into Elayne, knocking her onto her back. As awareness faded, Elayne felt the chilling ice slide over her breasts. She struggled to rise, but darkness filled her vision. ***

Kellie's screams brought Elayne to her senses. The rogue girl tried to stand up, but discovered that she was chained low to a wall by an iron collar fastened tightly around her neck. More cold manacles bound Elayne's wrists and ankles. The girl shivered, she was naked, her armor and weapons were no where in sight.

Another scream from Kellie drew Elayne's gaze. Elayne sobbed when she saw Kellie chained to a fat stone pillar, her wrists manacled above her head while a Tainted sister whipped her cruelly with a long, leather whip. There were more sisters in the dungeon, Vile Hunters, with cold, ice-blue flesh and manes of midnight black hair. The Vile Hunters only wore high boots and slender belts for hanging weapons. They were enjoying Kellie's pain, Elayne watched as they licked their dark, full lips, as they stroked their shaved, wet pussies with skilled, slender fingertips.

The Vile Hunter abusing Kellie lowered her whip and swayed over to the weeping girl. She slid her sharp nails across Kellie's bare golden brown skin, she lowered her face and licked the girl's sweat, tasted her hot, shivering flesh. The Vile Hunter buried her cruel face within Kellie's thick, damp, dark brown hair which fell unbound across her trembling shoulders. The Tainted sister wrapped her strong, lithe arms around Kellie's slim waist, rubbed the girl's naked buttocks between her long, ice-blue legs. The lustful woman's right hand disappeared between Kellie's thighs, the girl gasped when she felt cold fingers massaging her sex, sensually caressing the lips of her cunt until Kellie moaned and closed her eyes blissfully.

"Fight them, Kellie! Don't surrender!" shouted Elayne.

"Shut up, rogue bitch!" snarled a nearby Vile Hunter, slapping Elayne hard across the face.

"Maybe she wants some attention too," leered another Vile Hunter, licking moist, wine- colored lips.

"The Countess wants this slut," interrupted an arriving Hunter, squatting to unlock Elayne's manacles.

Elayne was yanked to her bare feet, her arms pulled painfully behind her and tied with strips of coarse leather. The Vile Hunter sent to free Elayne pushed the naked girl down another dark hallway. Elayne managed one last look over her left shoulder. A Vile Hunter sat underneath Kellie, her face upraised to the chained girl's pussy. Kellie moaned and tugged on the manacles binding her wrists as the Vile Hunter sucked hungrily upon her cunt, a dark blue tongue dipping deep into Kellie's dripping vagina. The woman who had whipped Kellie knelt down and began licking the girl's small, firm buttocks. She squeezed Kellie's quivering ass and spread open her crack, extending a long tongue onto the rogue girl's clenched anus. Kellie gasped and licked her shivering lips while the Vile Hunter licked and poked at her asshole. The last image Elayne had of Kellie was of the naked girl with her legs spread apart, her large breasts pressed against the hard stone of the pillar, her sweating face wearing an expression of wanton joy.

***

Elayne was herded into another torture room. An iron frame dominated the room, manacles dangled from a set of chains.

"Leave us," purred a deep, seductive voice.

Elayne stood and shivered in place, she worked the leather binding her arms together, but the strips were secure.

"A Sister of the Sightless Eye, one of the last I believe," chuckled the Countess, emerging from the shadows like a vision, long, raven hair spilling down to her bare ass, lips wet and blood-red, eyes aflame with lust and an awful, limitless capacity for pain and suffering.

"You were supposed to be dead," said Elayne, attempting to meet the Countess's stare, but turning away when the power of the woman's gaze threatened to overwhelm her.

"Evil isn't what your teachers told you," murmured the Countess as she circled the girl, touching a cheek here, lightly pinching a nipple there. Elayne flinched from every cool, teasing touch, she tried to track the Countess and failed.

"Evil does have a price, but the rewards..the rewards are more than worth the sacrifice," smiled the Countess from behind Elayne, one cool hand caressing the girl's right thigh, the other sliding up Elayne's ribs to cup a small, warm breast.

"Don't touch me! If you're going to kill me, do it!"

"So eager to die, when you haven't even experienced life yet, haven't even sampled life's..pleasures," whispered the Countess into Elayne's right ear while the hand that stroked the girl's thigh quickly slipped between her legs, caressing Elayne's smooth sex.

When Elayne gasped, the Countess bit hard into the right side of the rogue girl's neck. Fangs pierced Elayne's yielding flesh, then the woman's cool lips fastened upon the girl's throat, sucking the hot blood pumping through Elayne's body. A slender but strong arm enfolded Elayne's small waist. The Countess held the naked rogue girl in a firm embrace, drawing the life blood greedily from her neck. The Countess withdrew her fangs, she kissed the slightly bleeding bite wound. Still holding the naked girl upright, the Countess grasped Elayne's right breast and massaged it, rolling the small brown nipple between two pale fingers. Drowsy from loss of blood, Elayne sighed, her head lolled against the Countess's right shoulder while the woman squeezed and fondled her small breast.

With arm firmly around Elayne's waist, the Countess guided the half-conscious girl to the waiting iron frame. The Countess raised Elayne's limp arms and secured her wrists within the iron manacles, snapping the bindings tight around the girl's flesh. Pain tugged at Elayne's wrists, she tried to get her feet under her so she could take some of the weight off of her upraised arms.

"I am your mistress now, young rogue. I will teach you to savor life, to revel in every pleasure of the flesh."

The crack of a whip drew a sharp moan from Elayne. She tossed back her head, her freed red hair falling down her shoulders as the Countess lashed her again and again. The leather bit deep into Elayne's skin, the girl cried from the throbbing pain of the whip's cruel kiss. Soon, Elayne's back was just a single mass of searing agony. The Countess shifted to Elayne's buttocks, cris- crossing each taut cheek with angry red welts. Even as Elayne sobbed and shuddered in her bonds, she felt wetness drip from her pussy. With every fresh lash, the stream of honey increased, until Elayne's slim legs were soaked in her juices, a musky pool gleaming around her bare feet.

"I smell your excitement, you're enjoying this now," purred the Countess in Elayne's ear.

"N..no," protested Elayne, even as her cunt shivered and her clit ached pleasantly.

"What's this dripping down your legs?" teased the Countess, gathering some of Elayne's nectar with a fingertip.

"S..stop," begged Elayne.

"Afraid you'll grow to love it?" replied the Countess as she licked the chained girl's cunt juice from her finger.

Elayne's next protest was stifled when the Countess kissed her mouth. The cruel woman thrust her tongue against Elayne's, massaging it, stroking it. Elayne closed her eyes, trying to deny how good it felt, how sweet the woman's lips were against hers. The Countess grabbed a handful of Elayne's hair and jerked back on it painfully. Elayne moaned, opening her mouth wider, her tongue starting to move underneath the Countess's, copying the woman's slow, languid strokes.

"You're almost there, my sweet-meat," smiled the Countess, her blood-red lips wet with Elayne's saliva.

Elayne watched in alarm as the Countess kneeled down in front of her, pulling her legs apart. The corpse-pale woman tilted her face up and smiled hotly at Elayne, then shoved her face into the girl's exposed crotch, sucking deeply on Elayne's soaked pussy.

"No!" begged Elayne, her pelvis already quaking while the Countess slurped upon her cunt, tongue thrusting into her vagina, lips caressing her swollen labia and stiff clit. The orgasm nearly made Elayne faint, she threw back her head, mouth open and gasping, sweat pouring from every inch of her naked body, gleaming red hair plastered to her back and shoulders as her hips shuddered again and again, a flood of honey pouring down her sticky thighs.

The Countess cleaned Elayne's pussy and thighs with her tongue, taking her time, collecting every last drop of sweet fluid. Elayne hung like a dead thing in her manacles, her strength was used up, her will utterly broken. The girl's hot skin trembled from every touch of the Countess's tongue and lips, little jolts of pleasure traveled up her legs to her cunt.

"You are mine now," smiled the Countess when she rose to her feet and gently kissed Elayne's parted lips.

"Y..yes," whispered Elayne, hot tears sliding down her flushed cheeks.

***

The morning was bright and cool when Elayne and Kellie returned to the surface. Kellie combed her unbound brown hair with her right hand and looked longingly down at the stairwell. The rogue girl could barely walk, apparently the entire group of Vile Hunters had taken turns with her all night long, never giving her a moment's rest until the Countess had come to free her from the pillar. Kellie gently touched the right side of her neck, the Countess had fed upon her before letting her and Elayne go.

The two rogues left the tangle that hid the Tower and shuffled painfully down the forest trail.

"I'm going straight to bed," moaned Kellie, reaching back to rub her sore ass.

"Do you feel..Tainted," whispered Elayne, not daring to look at her friend.

"No," replied Kellie after a moment of thought. "I feel..good, sore as Hell, but good."

"Do you think Kasha, Akara, and the other sisters will know?"

"I don't think so, not yet," said Kellie.

"Even after they did those things to us all night, even though I can barely walk, I..I want more," admitted Elayne with a hot blush.

"Aye, me too," grinned Kellie, hugging her friend's waist, then sliding her palm to squeeze Elayne's pert ass.

"Ow! I'm still sore there!" winced Elayne.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" murmured Kellie, running her tongue up Elayne's right cheek.

Elayne didn't reply, but she relished the feel of Kellie's wet tongue across her skin, and the grasp of the girl's fingers upon her bruised buttock.

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