When the day of reckoning comes, we have but one hope,
The innocent one shall be our champion of light,
to struggle against the dark invaders,
the ones who hail from the abyss,
who would see our people debased.
The innocent one was the gods' final gift to this world,
living dormant until the time comes,
unaware of the trials ahead.
But if humanity yields to it's own malevolence,
the gods' avatar too shall falter and fall into dark hands,
and humanity shall be taken again to the level of it's kindred.
-Oracle of the west tide
wet dung-colored mud catapulted into the air from beneath the iron shod
hooves of the exhausted mare. The ground was wet but not saturated and
the mare's hooves alternately clapped and squelched on the uneven ground.
Tree limbs flashed by like enormous pieces of debris in a gale force wind.
Above, bird song droned on from the green canopy overhead that blanketed
the forest uninterrupted by the clattering of many hooves.
"Come on, girl. Just a little farther," Lisa pleaded desperately to her
mount, " We only need to make it to the town bailey. We'll be safe there."
But she could feel the mare's flanks heaving beneath her bared legs. Lisa
knew her fatigued mare could not make it much farther. "Please?"
The mare caught her mistress' urgency and managed to break into a half-hearted
stumbling canter for several paces and gave up. With a sigh of resignation
Lisa dismounted and slapped the horse on the rear. At least her father
would know something was amiss when Prenodie arrived in the stables riderless
and exhausted. She could make out a thin cloud of dust floating through
the treetops as the bandits rapidly closed on her.
He finally had her. For generations, he had searched for her in her various
incarnations but always had she eluded his grasp. The magi council called
her "The Innocent One". They strived to protect her from the hands of
those like himself who followed the darker paths. One by one he had hunted
down and disposed of the meddling magi council. Without their tricks to
hide her from his view, she was his. The demon would be pleased, perhaps
even raise him to archmage after such an achievement.
The magi fools had called him a lackey to the greater forces of darkness.
He had shown them the real meaning of force, and now they were dead. He
chuckled to himself. The smug bastards, thinking themselves righteous
paladins of justice. He wasn't subservient to anyone, the agreement that
he had with the demon was nothing more--an agreement. He fulfilled his
end of the bargain because it would result in their mutual benefit...
Shaken from his thoughts by a sharp sound, the black sorcerer looked at
his captive. She was gorgeous. Captured by a band of his outlaws this
morning, her riding skirt was torn on one side, exposing a long expanse
of thigh. Her long blond hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall
and she had the almond eyes and sharp features of an angel. Her soft feminine
curves hinted immodestly at what lay beneath. Her shapely thighs promised
boundless pleasure to the man to claim them. He was amazed that his hired
cohorts had not ravished her the moment they laid their filthy hands on
her. But then, he was paying them very well. Her long smooth legs unintentionally
sprawled apart practically begged a man to crawl between and...
"Stop staring at me. And please let me go." Lisa's silken voice broke
"Gahaha! Just you wait, little girl. You have no idea of what's coming
do you?" The sorcerer cackled reveling in his victory.
"My father is a nobleman in these parts and if you don't let me go soon,
he'll have our knights raking the countryside for you." She countered
"For so long you've evaded my colleagues and I, but now we have you..."
Losing control of himself in glee, the sorcerer nearly broke into another
fit of giggling.
"I don't know what you're talking about, you're crazy. Please, let me
The sorcerer merely turned around and removed an aged leather bag from
his pouch. Making subtle gestures with his hands, he began chanting in
a low voice. His robes began to flutter violently in an unfelt wind. Lisa
looked on curiously but with wary in her eyes. As his chanting grew louder
he cast a handful of powder from the pouch over Lisa. She flinched. The
powder glittered darkly even in the night air. Immediately, Lisa's senses
grew distant as the world seemed to fade away.
She would be back, he knew. But he would be in no danger. The demon would
shape her, change her to it's liking. It would corrupt her beyond human
understanding, so deep that she would no longer resemble her former innocent
self in spirit or mind. He had seen some of the demon's past playthings
returned to the mortal world...women, or more often girls of unsurpassed
beauty whose very thoughts and presence were seductive beyond imagination.
They drew men like a lodestone draws iron. He had seen an instance where
a gang of thieves had tried to rape a girl returned from the abyss only
they turned on each other fighting over who would be the first at her.
She patiently waited for them to finish hacking at one another and then,
one by one she willingly gave the surviving five an experience like none
they would ever have again.
It was said that the demon trained the girls in the abyss. Stories to
be told around a campfire at midnight, he had heard that the girls were
forced or tricked into unspeakable acts with the demon's pets or accomplices...tricked
into willingly surrendering themselves. The girls were defenseless against
the painful pleasure that would be brought about.
She was "The Innocent One". The demon had pursued her for many hundreds
of years. She wasn't an ordinary girl sent to the demon to be trained
as one of the demon's avatars, she was something special. She represented
all that was still pure in this world. When the demon was done with her
'training' she would be released, unleashed back to the mortal realm carrying
the demon's foul taint...
As she became fully conscious, Lisa sat up and gazed around at her surroundings.
She was in a vast cavern, the domed rock ceiling hundreds of feet above
her shone a dim green reflected from a source below. Over the edge of
the precipice on which she was seated, Lisa beheld a lake of brightly
glowing, bubbling green ooze which was the cavern's only source of illumination.
She was at the base of an enormous black stone spire shaped like a spike
which reached up nearly to the ceiling of the mammoth cavern from the
dead center of the green lake.
"And what might you, a mortal, be doing here?" A pleasant voice from behind
her asked. Startled, Lisa nearly jumped off the cliff into the slime below.
She swiveled around and faced the owner of the voice, a puggy man who
appeared to be in his mid thirties wearing a brown robe and carrying an
oak staff. He seemed completely out of place in so sinister a setting.
"Please, you've got to help me!" Lisa blurted out desperately to the kindly
looking man, "I don't know where I am but I don't want to be here, I want
to go home!" The fat man nodded his understanding with sympathy in his
"I see. This is the Abyss, the demon's domain. If you are not here willingly,
he must not find you or he'll subject you to unspeakable acts, his methods
of training and perhaps even his pets..." the man spoke out loud more
to himself than to her, "I think that your departure can be arranged with
the pulling of some strings around here, but it could be dangerous. I
will help you, but I'll need something from you first if I'm going to
do this for you." The man said softly.
"What? Please, I need to get away from here! I think the mage sent me
here as an offering to the demon. I'll do anything." Lisa's soft voice
was growing frantic.
"I need you to make an oath. Swear that no matter the circumstances, you'll
do exactly as I tell you without question. If it is the demon indeed that
we're dealing with, it could be doubly dangerous for both of us. Swear
it and I promise I'll get you out alive." "I swear it, please, I'll do
anything you need me to do. I can't be here." "Excellent. Done then, follow
They climbed a stair way embedded into the onyx spire, spiraling toward
the high pinnacle at the center of the immense cavern.
Lisa spoke up first, "This is a terribly exposed area, are you sure the
demon won't notice us?"
"He probably noticed you the moment you arrived here."
Lisa flinched at that cryptic remark. The question of what they might
be doing hanging on her lips. Instead she held her peace and continued
their ascent of the pinnacle.
"Come along, your ticket to freedom may lie at the summit."
The greenish slime bubbled ominously hundreds of feet below. At the highest
point of the summit, a wide round altar stood. An intricate design was
engraved in the material which looked to be an enormous slab of white
marble of amazing purity. Lisa gasped as she spotted spatterings of dried
blood at the center of the design filling the grooves.
"Oh gods! Does the demon...?"
"Do sacrifices? Oh, it relishes them in a manner of speaking. Now take
off your clothing and lie down on the altar."
"What? That's insane. You said you would get me out of here--"
"Do you not you remember the oath you swore not five minutes ago? No questions,
no hesitation." The man cut her off, his voice changing, growing deeper
with a sinister hollow echo.
Lisa quietly slipped out of her skirt, blouse and underwear. Her hands
shook as she undressed, bareing her body before the strange man. She stood
in front of the man naked, trying to keep her back to him, her arms across
"Now go lie faceup on the altar. Be quick about it." The man intoned impatiently.
The man's grin encompassed his entire face. Without argument, Lisa laid
down face up on the cold stone altar, trying to avoid the blood spattered
sections. Her breathing came in ragged gasps of fear. The man's clothing
was gone. He stood over Lisa, his fat hanging in bulges from his stomach
and his oversized erection at a hard angle, a salute to her beauty and
The man crouched over her. "Good," he cackled, the friendliness absent
from his voice suddenly gone cold, "wrap your arms around my shoulders
and your legs around my waist...remember your oath."
Lisa complied, wrapping her wet, naked dancer's body around the fat man.
Her blood heated in her veins and her heart raced as her body knew it's
time had come. A rogue part of her yearned for him to touch her inside.
His meaty hands clamped down on her sides, preventing Lisa from moving.
"Beg me to plow you, girl," He hissed at her, one meaty hand tangling
in her long hair, "plead for my hardness to crush your chastity from existence.
I want to hear you implore me to take you like a common prostitute, to
roughly dip into and ransack your depths of innocence at my leisure."
Compelled by her oath, Lisa uttered the words that he demanded. Desperately
reminding herself that they were empty husks, shells of words with no
inner meaning. "Take me you bastard, drive it into me with the skill of
a carpenter driving a nail into his most beloved work. Despoil me with
your fat cock, ram every inch of it inside me. I want you to coat my insides
with your slime. Sheath your rapier deep in my trembling body. Fill me
with your steaming load, pump every last drop of your filthy jism into
my cunt." Her voice grew husky as she realized that this was exactly what
the naked man moving over her was just about to do.
She felt the man's penis spread her and slowly push in, stretching her,
expanding her to take him. Lisa clenched her eyes, already feeling the
penetration of her body as he finally drew back slightly. His eyes winked
a flaming red as prepared to thrust into her tightness, claiming her for
the darkness, pulverizing her last shield from complete debauchery, paving
the passage for her descent to blissful surrender. Lisa felt a sharp flash
of pain as her maidenhead gave in to his violating phallus. Her eyes opened
wide in reflex.
What she beheld before her in the place of the fat man was a creature
straight out of her darkest nightmares. Almost human, and heavily muscled
figure lay over her, it's skin the color of red bricks and covered in
a thin layer of grease. It's inhuman grin revealed layers of dagger sharp
teeth. Lisa's stunned gaze lowered to between it's legs. It's cock was
thicker than her two fists put together and a section of the red, steel
hard rod, longer than her forearm, protruded from her own body. Lisa released
her hold of the demon and desperately tried to wriggle free of the weapon
"Honor your oath." Its snakelike voice whispered.
Horror stricken, Lisa replaced her sleek legs around it's slippery powerful
back and allowed it to plow deeper into her expanding her yet further.
Lisa felt her grasp on sanity slipping away like water from a goblet of
sand, her anxieties begin dry up and blow away in the wind. Her body was
urging her to stop resisting, to succumb to the power of the invader.
Her mind's violent rejection of the situation collapsed against the onslaught
of treacherous thoughts. Lisa experienced the sudden insane urge to give
in and sheath it's rock hard red phallus inside of her tight body. She
felt stretched beyond limits, in a moment of irrational thought she realized
that her opening would never be small again. And then the demon rammed
more of it's pole into her. The creature heaved massive grunts as it plowed
her, it's hot breath surprisingly sweet to her senses. Lisa opened her
eyes again to see it still grinning at her with it's hideous face. She
felt their bodies connected. More than half of it's long cock, hard as
the marble beneath them, buried deep inside of her.
His corded muscles rippled as he delved into her tightness, his brute
strength forcing more into her. The demon gloried in plundering her angelic
body, his own body in ecstasy preparing for the action to come to a head.
His loins gathering force for the torrent of pleasure that would spew
his own vile seed deep into her, staining her, Lisa, as his forever.
She finally conceded victory to him, losing her sense of time and being
to it's profane initiation of herself, Lisa gasped out, uncertain of what
she was saying, "I can't fight you, take me! show me!"
The gates were smashed wide open and the demon plundered and ravaged the
untouched city with it's oversized battering ram. Dimly aware that her
glorious body had surrendered it's virginity and innocence to the sheer
wicked pleasure of it's presence inside of her, Lisa found herself beginning
to match it's deep thrusts with her own, trying to impale herself further
on the purple veined thick rod.
Arching her bare back, she offered herself to it, begging for more, succumbing
to it's presence deep within her. Relaxing her muscles to take more of
it, daring the demon to force more into her. Her arms grasped it's waist,
lending her strength to it's thrusts. Soft wet sounds of their coupling
echoed throughout the enormous cavern. Lisa felt distantly sticky as streams
of sweat ran down her back and between her breasts to mingle with the
demon's grease. As Lisa felt her pleasure growing to a climax, the beast
drew back so far that merely the head of it's enormous cock stayed inside
of her and with a loud squelching sound, it thrust into her with all of
it's inhuman strength which Lisa could only try to match.
Buried nearly to the balls in Lisa, the creature gave a deafening roar
of it's triumph over her and unloaded it's black cream inside of her in
long spurts. Conquered, Lisa felt it emptying it's balls inside of her,
filling her with sticky jism as it erupted, shooting bursts of black pleasure
deep into her. Bursts that might have reached the far side of the cavern
had she not been there, clutching it's back, taking it all into her slight
She sobbed into it's smooth iron-corded shoulder, clutching it as the
cavern walls pulsed from green to purple in her vision, delirious in unsurpassable
pleasure. Its seed pumped out in long repeated spouts filling her again
and again like a river of lightning, coursing into her body and mingling
with the blood of her broken maidenhead and desecrated virginity, overflowing
down between her thighs through the crack of her tight ass and filling
the grooves carved in the marble altar with the demon's cum and the spilt
blood of shattered innocence.