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SPOILER WARNING!!

This story's set around the ending of Diablo III. As such, it contains a great many spoilers concerning it. If you haven't finished that game yet and are planning to, you may want to put off reading this. If you haven't played Diablo at all and have no plans to, you're free to read on - I expect you'll be able to enjoy it regardless.

Oh, and one last thing... if you happen to be a Diablo III player and feel like doing some casual co-op with a level 60 Monk, lemme know. Gotta get me those co-op achievements...

The Devil and The Monk

The monk's short-cropped, white hair was soaked in sweat. Some of it was due to the intense heat radiating from the hellfire that burned all around her, but most of it was from fear. It was, she told herself, somewhat justified. She was standing alone against the most powerful force of evil the world had seen since its very inception. The Prime Evil, Tathamet, whose corpse formed the Burning Hells themselves, had been reborn in the form of Diablo, and now faced her with all his wrath and all his power. Only, the 'his' part seemed... questionable.

It was affecting her concentration, of that she was painfully aware. She had expected Diablo to be hulking great brute, and in a sense, it was. But it was also... quite shapely. A thin waist, broad hips, even some chitinous bulges that resembled breasts. Was it his host, Leah, shining through? Did the Great Evils even HAVE genders, or could they just change them at will? Was it doing it deliberately to psyche her out? It couldn't be. There was no way even Diablo could know her secret. She'd kept it carefully during her entire novitiate, with her occasional... 'close friends' amongst her fellow female monks (the classes were segregated by gender, so as not to cause 'distractions') sworn to secrecy. And even as she'd traveled with Leah, whose fiery-red hair lit an equally-bright fire within the monk, and the sweetly-innocent Eirena who probably did not even realize the impact of her innocent flirtatiousness, she'd kept herself tightly under control.

But this had blindsided her. Even as Diablo strode forwards, wielding the fires of the Burning Hells in its (her?) four clawed hands, the swaying motion of her hips were difficult to ignore. Her concentration was fading and with it, her ability to control and shape the power of her Spirit. The reserve from which she drew the power to unleash the Wrath of the Gods - in the form of blasts of holy magic and feats of inhuman strength and speed - was rapidly emptying, and she couldn't seem to fill it fast enough.

More and more, she was being pushed back on the defensive, sweat soaking through her lightweight cloth armor as she dodged attack after attack by increasingly narrow margins. Even when she managed to launch a Dashing Strike, fast enough to get around the hulking demon and attack her from behind, she found herself distracted by the sight of Diablo's surprisingly shapely buttocks at a crucial moment and was instead sent flying back through the air as one of the demon-lord's fists connected.

The battle was practically over at that point. She continued to dodge desperately for a few minutes, but Diablo only intensified the barrage of fiery attacks, sensing her weakness. Finally, an explosive blast hit a bit too close, and the monk went flying through the air to hit a sturdy supporting pillar - hard. Bonelessly, she fell to the ground, feeling the darkness close in - sure that it would be the last thing she ever sensed. She was wrong. Very, VERY wrong.

Not long after, she awakened. Pain shot through her body. She was suspended in midair, held by black chains that glowed with infernal power, one wrapped around each of her limbs to hold her spread-eagled and helpless. Her reservoir of Spirit was entirely gone and the restraints were far too solid for her to break with pure muscular strength. And of course, there was the fact that Diablo was still there - standing right in front of her, gloating. She missed the first parts of it due to her ears still ringing from the impact with the pillar, but it was probably something about how Heaven had fallen before him and Sanctuary would soon do the same.

"But really... I am surprised at how easily you fell before me, monk. From the way you dealt with my erstwhile brothers, I had expected more of you." The demon's voice was anything but feminine, and carried with it the rumbling of the fires of hell. She tried to sneer at him, but she hadn't the energy. She'd been defeated, betrayed by her own body, and because of it the world was doomed. The dark creature glared at her, something like... curiosity? in his eyes. Then she felt one of its clawed hands close around her chin and lift up her head, forcing her to look into its eyes - black as the deepest shadow, but with a hellish fire burning at their core.

"What was it that weakened you so?" It asked, eyes narrowing. She felt something prod at her mind. Or possibly her soul. It didn't matter - she had no strength left to resist with, anyway. Then, Diablo began to laugh - a raking, terrifying sound. "I see! I see, indeed! Azmodan, the Lord of Sin, is also one of my Aspects now... and he senses Lust in you. Quite a lot of it, in fact. It fills you like a boiling kettle, kept under a tight lid by your training, your asceticism. But now, it's finally bubbling out... and with such excellent timing, too!"

As it talked, its appearance shifted... into something undeniably 'she'. It was Leah, Diablo's mortal host... at least, in part. Leah's once-beautiful and unblemished skin was run through with dark veins, through which fire seemed to pulse at regular intervals. Her hair was darkened - no longer bright red, but rather the dusty red of partially-dried blood. And her eyes were still the eyes of Diablo. But it was still a familiar form, one she had lusted after in secret as they traveled together. Worse, she was quite naked - and while the inhuman, glowing veins covered her entire body, it was still enough bare skin to make her heart quicken. Leah - no, Diablo! - gazed up at her, laughing in a most unpleasant way... but it was, at least, a human laugh. Her voice had changed too, into something closer to Leah's original one.

"You like this form, hmm? You lust for the body of my daughter? Hah! If that lust helped to buy my victory today... then it is only right that I reward it properly." The demon-possessed girl's hands suddenly turned into the sharp talons of Diablo, and in a shocking flurry of movement, they raked across the monks' helpless body. She felt their bite and for a moment thought that Diablo meant to kill her after all... but then, she saw that the cuts had been only skin-deep. Just enough to carve her armor and clothes into ribbons, which now fell around her like a cloud, leaving her body completely exposed.

Her entire body was a tight bundle of well-trained, subtle muscles. What little body-fat she had was stored in her small, but perky breasts - now criss-crossed by angry red lines where Diablos' claws had cut through her armor. Between her legs, a small, well-kept bush of white hair crowned her vulva. She'd always maintained it, even when - as was the case most of the time - she had no partner to share it with. After all, you never knew who you might run into. She'd always convinced herself that it was an innocent thing. The church demanded that she remain abstinent, a virgin - but the things she enjoyed doing with her occasional, female partners did not endanger her virginity. At least, not in any physical sense.

But now, Diablo - in the form of a woman she had lusted after for months - was leering at her naked form, including the well-kept bush of pubic hair, and she felt embarrassment redden her cheeks. "Not bad... I had expected more scars. I suppose a warrior of your caliber doesn't get a lot of those. Though that is about to change..." Leah's words were harsh and mocking. No, Diablo's! Ah, it was no use. As long as it wore Leah's face and Leah's naked body, she could think of it in no other way.

Then, Leah lowered her still-taloned hands to her crotch and made a sharp gesture outwards - giving the monk something else to think about. A huge, phallic shape now sprouted from where Leah's naked pussy had previously been, and it truly looked like something that belonged to Diablo. Neverminding the fact that it was significantly bigger than what any human man could hope to possess - more in line with the colossal form Diablo had shown during their fight - its texture was the same as well. Chitinous plates with uncomfortable-looking edges covered it, and between them, angry-red flesh could be seen. The cockhead's lower edge was crowned by short, but sharp-looking bony spikes and a slight steam rose from the entire thing. It was clearly an instrument of torture, not procreation. And just to complete the look, a pair of fist-sized testicles dangled beneath it in a shriveled, black-red sack of skin.

Seeing such an instrument emerging from the body of her secret love she panicked, tearing futilely at the chains. She knew what Diablo - suddenly, she had no problem remembering who she was really facing - intended to do with it. But there was nothing she could do. The chains were unbreakable. Her powers were sealed. And Diablo was approaching her with an eager grin on the face that had once been Leah's, rubbing the demonic erection in one sharp-taloned hand.

"What is the matter, monk?" He gloated. "Is this not what you desired? Carnal pleasure at the hands of my dear daughter, Leah? You should be thanking me, not struggling against it... but I do not think you will be doing that for much longer, regardless." While the monk stared down with feverish eyes, Diablo carefully aligned the torturous tool with her virgin pussy and pushed it upwards. The outer labia parted before him with some resistance, and with a grunt, he thrust into her - tearing apart the flimsy skin of her cherry. The drops of blood that emerged from around the edges of her widely-stretched pussy were merely the vanguard of what was yet to come.

Now, the monk's body was subtle and agile, shaped by years of discipline and martial-arts training. Even the horse-like girth of Diablo's cock intruding on her until-recently virgin birth-canal was something she could handle. She stretched around him, smooth muscle giving way easily as he thundered inside of her, not stopping until the chitin-covered cockhead was resting against the mouth of her uterus. But those chitinous plates... their edges gnawed at her sensitive insides, tearing against the unprotected and untrained tissue. The whole thing was also scorching-hot, spreading a burning heat inside her abdomen. And she hadn't forgotten about those spikes around the crown, either. She could feel them even now, like tiny pinpricks deep inside of her. When he started pulling back...

Which he did, just then. The spikes tore bloody rends down the length of her vagina, drawing a scream of pain from her even as the long, thick shaft emerged from between her labia covered in blood... and, as Diablo noticed even if she did not, a fair bit of pussy-juice which was rapidly evaporation from the hot surface of his cock. With a smile, he thrust into her again. And again. And again. The tiny spikes were not enough to cause serious damage, but painful scratched soon covered pretty much the entire internal surface-area of her pussy. The screaming soon stopped, however, and were replacing with slow sobs as the monk hung defeated from the chains, no longer bothering to fight them.

But Diablo wasn't done. Not nearly. He thrust into her again, with even more power than before, and felt his armored cockhead slam up against her uterus again. Placing one taloned hand on her abdomen, right above the womb, he grinned up at her tear-streaked face. "Ah yes... your womb. The cradle of life. What use does a celibate monk even have for such a thing? Well, by now, you have even less. Giving life is no longer within your reach. You will simply give pleasure to those who seek it." His hand glowed with an infernal light, and she screamed anew as she felt his dark magic dig into her, to encircle and fill her womb.

Then, she felt it burst open - the lower opening peeled apart, the raw, bleeding tissue that was thus revealed instantly cauterized by the fiery magic, creating an audible - and agonizing - hiss inside of her. In the midst of the pain, she barely noticed that Diablo had now pushed the last five inches of his cock inside of her - inches that had previously stopped at her labia when he ran up against her womb. Her pussy had been reshaped, remade as an orifice that could be freely used for pleasure, but never deliver a life.

Eagerly, Diablo fucked her, his cock ripping through the tender, raw flesh without mercy. He relished her screams and her spastic, futile movements. He did not need to worry about his climax... in truth, the only pleasure he could derive from the sordid scene lay in the pain and humiliation he was inflicting. The cock was merely an artificial construct, right down to the testicles, and he could use them as he wished.

But that pain and humiliation was delicious indeed and soon, he found himself hungry for more. So he finished his torture of her pussy with a flourish, by commanding his churning testes to release their load. The thick fluid that covered the insides of the monk's badly battered pussy had little in common with cum - it burned like fire and acid, inflicting additional pain even as it forced closed the many internal wounds that had been caused. His cock was dripping with her blood when he pulled it out, a sight that brought him no small degree of pleasure.

Grinning wickedly, he wandered around her, sizing up her taut, muscular ass-cheeks. "Yes... this is working well. I know what I'll do with you. Killing you would be too merciful a punishment for attacking me. I will reshape your whole body into a receptacle of pleasure. A perfect slut. A willing cum-dump. Then, you can serve my armies in that regard for the rest of eternity..." His hand pushed against the small of her back, and his magic surged inside again - this time taking hold of her colon, pulling it straight up along her spine - rearranging her innards in a way that was, no doubt, intensely painful. Then, testing the newly-adjusted pleasure-hole, he pulled her boyish cheeks apart and pushed his blood-wetted cock against the tiny, brown hole.

To his surprise, it parted easily, and his cock thundered inside her ass in a single stroke - bottoming out in her newly-lengthened lower intestine with little resistance. Leaning forwards to grind his hips against her ass, he let his powers seep into her mind, seeking an explanation - and soon finding it. His laughter was raucous, sounding particularly rough as it came from Leah's lips. "Hah! I see I can teach you little new here. You certainly were good at finding loopholes in your order's demand for virginity, weren't you? There was no pesky flap of skin to risk breaking back here..." He pulled out and thrust hard up against her again, the spikes on his cock once again leaving painful tears in her insides, while his mind's eye saw in her memories the things she'd previously used on that hole.

Several fingers, for start. Conveniently-shaped bottles. The bulbous end of the daibo she was supposed to use only for practicing her martial arts. And on a few memorable occasions, an entire, slim-wristed hand belonging to one of her lesbian partners. None of it had been quite as wide or nearly as long as Diablo's hellforged prick, but while her pussy had been virginally untouched, her ass was at least quite practiced. Indeed, it almost seemed to suck him in, and he could hear pleasure mixed in her moans of pain as the spikes tore into her. Experimentally, he retracted the spikes, simply willing them out of existence. The lower ridge of his cockhead was now simply a bony ridge, no more no less. The moans redoubled. There was still pain there, certainly, but she WAS a trained monk. Withstanding pain had been part of her basic training. Withstanding pleasure had not.

Eagerly, her rode her, feeling her muscles bunch as he stimulated the entire length of her straightened colon with the chitinous plates covering his cock - and after nearly an hour, his efforts were rewarded. He could feel her squeezing down on him, her ass tight as a vise. He could see the squirt of liquid spurt from her pussy. And he could sense the pleasure that clouded her mind. She'd actually cum - right then and there, bound in hellish chains and ass-raped by the Prime Evil, she had cum. His lips curled into a vicious smile. This would be even easier than he'd thought. His power reached out to the orgasmic sensations clouding her mind, and reinforced them.

When he moved around to her front again, she was still panting, her eyes unfocused. With a thought, he lowered the chains above that held her arms, causing her to drop to her knees on the floor with her arms still held above her shoulders. Then he moved forwards, grasped her head, and forced open her jaws. They barely fit around his inhumanly-wide cock, and the way her teeth scraped across it would have been very unpleasant if his shaft had been covered by sensitive skin rather than hard chitin. But in it went, even as he let his hand fall on her throat, his hellish magic tearing at it and rearranging it. He pulled the esophagus open, removed her gag-reflex, and redirected her airways so that she could still breathe through her nose. Terribly inefficient design on these nephilem anyway, he reflected as he pushed his cock - covered in blood and gunk scraped off the inside of her ass - past her unresisting palate and deeper into her gullet.

Dazed by the magically-reinforced orgasm, she made no resistance as he forced his cock deeper and deeper. In fact, she seemed to be instinctively licking and sucking at every inch that passed through her mouth. He didn't stop until her nose was lodged in the light, wispy pubic-hair directly above the root of his cock - pubic hair that had originally belonged to Leah. At that point, his cockhead had forced its way straight into her stomach. The acid there did little to hamper him, needless to say.

She was starting to regain the use of her mind, he saw. But it was still foggy with lust, and through it, he could see the ghostly images of things she'd done before. Things that wouldn't technically violate her status as a virgin, but which had nonetheless often been quite sordid. Things she had enjoyed in ways she knew very well she ought not to. As her eyes cleared, he gazed down at her, an evil smile on Leah's face. "Enjoying the taste of your own ass, whore? Get used to it. I doubt any demon will want to have the filth of your ass staining his cock, so your mouth will see much use for cleaning in the future. Among other things."

She was struggling weakly, trying to bite him - but even if his cock hadn't been fortified with impenetrable armor-plates, the fact that her jaws were spread as wide as they would go prevented her from having any real leverage. His grin only widened. "Incidentally, a little funny fact you should know... I, of course, require neither food nor drink - nor do I have any waste-material to expel. But my dear daughter, Leah, was mortal... and she spent her last days working desperately to contain the Black Soulstone, as you know. Little time for breaks of any kind. In short, when I took over her body, her bladder was straining for release... and now, I give its bounty as a gift to you."

He had been pulling his cock back, bit by bit, while he talked. By now, only the head was still inside, the bony ridge of the crown pushing against her lips. In her mind, he had seen her with her face buried in a pretty, dark-haired woman's lap, throat working constantly as she gulped down the woman's piss with thirsty eagerness, her fingers working rapidly in her crotch at the same time. He could see the memory of the orgasm she had enjoyed from the experience. And he could see her old fantasies to share the same kind of intimacy with Leah.

As he released the contents of his bladder, to rush down the recently-added cock and into the monk's waiting mouth, he reached forth a foot to thrust his toes in between the girl's still wide-open legs as she kneeled there. He could feel the wetness and sense the automatic pleasure-response in her mind at the stimulation. He could also feel her dark pleasure at the taste that now washed over her tongue - after all, what he had said was true. It was his daughter's urine, stored inside her possessed body. And that, apparently, was a taste this supposedly-stoic monk longed for.

Laughing, he sent his dark magic forth again, swirling through her head, reinforcing the feelings of pleasure and arousal that was present in her mind. He could feel her tongue, now - resting against the chitinous plates of his cockhead, directly beneath the small, urethral hole. She was deliberately directing the flow across her tongue, tasting every drop. Before his bladder had emptied, she had climaxed twice, spraying her fluids across his bare foot. As she hung limply in the post-orgasmic daze, he temporarily withdrew his dick from her mouth and instead lifted his juice-covered foot, thrusting it against her mouth. With unseeing eyes, she cleaned it, her tongue flickering around on the veiny skin as she sucked on each individual toe - leaving the foot glistening with spit, but clean of her ejaculate. It was a delightful sight.

Then, the chains pulled her in a new direction, bending her spine as they drew her arms back, her knees still on the ground. Diablo walked around her, and with one hand, bent her head downwards, straightening her throat. This, he decided, was a much better position for it. His cock forged past her mouth, palate, and throat, all the way down into her gullet in a single, smooth stroke. Her mouth offered no resistance, but eagerly devoured the shaft until his wrinkled ballsack wound up draped across her nose. He held his cock there for a little while, enjoying the sight of her throat bulging out around it, and the feeling of her breath whistling through her nose as she breathed in his ball-musk.

Then he began to fuck her throat, swiftly and violently, his hips a blur as he smashed his groin repeatedly into her face. Though magically widened, her throat was still tight as a glove around his shaft, and he could feel the bottom of her esophagus grow ragged as the bony edge of his cockhead tore into her stomach and back out again at each thrust. He kept it up for hours, until he felt her throat begin to loosen around him - a natural response to the pounding it was taking, rather than a magical one. Then, finally, he released another load of his burning, acidic cum directly into her stomach, causing spastic pains to shoot through her chained limbs as it combined with the local acids to claw at the stomach-lining.

As he pulled his still-hard cock (for it would never soften, and only disappear when he willed it so) from her clinging throat, he could see that his work was nearly done. Her eyes were nearly empty, and she had not struggle against the chains for a long time. As he had carried out the brutal throat-rape, she had simply hung there and let him do it. But she needed just a bit more of a push, to make sure that she was completely broken.

The chains pulled her back up to her original position - hanging spread-eagled without her feet touching the ground. Then he summoned up a simple steel mass - it rose from the floor as a shapeless bulge, glowing with heat, and as the chains pulled her back into it, her ass-cheeks sizzled delightfully. The mass reached only to the small of her back and as the chains continued to pull back, she found herself bent backwards, with her legs wrapped around the hot metal mass. Her pussy was now, if possible, even more exposed than before. It was still gaping slightly open, even though it had been hours since Diablo took her virginity.

Thoughtfully, he assessed her body, trying to judge exactly how far he could push her without actually killing her - which would be a shame, after all the work he'd put into reshaping her. His clawed hand brushed across his huge, magically-created penis, and it shrunk down to what one might charitably consider normal human size. It was, however, still decidedly demonic in appearance and texture. He approached the monk, who was not even making any move to pull herself away from the painfully hot lump of ore, and rubbed his now-undersized member across her pussy. It was wet - not exceedingly so, but enough to suggest that some form of primal arousal was still lingering in her fragmented mind.

It wasn't quite enough for what he had in mind, however, and with a rasping sound, he lobbed a glob of demonic slime-spit down onto his cock, carefully rubbing it across the shaft. It would burn painfully against mortal flesh, but that only made things more interesting - and it DID provide the lubrication he needed. Reforming one of his claws into a human hand again, he reached forwards to pull her labia down and apart, revealing the bright-pink clitoris about it - and directly between them, a short expanse of sensitive, pink flesh with a small hole in it. Her urethra. He let but a whisper of infernal magic flow from his fingers and into it, strengthening the integrity of the short, thin tube to make it tougher and more flexible. But he didn't widen it directly - that would have taken all the fun out of doing so the hard way.

He pressed his chitin-hard cockhead into the all-but-invisible hole. It wasn't giving easily, but with the immoveable steel mass behind her ass and his omnipotent strength in front, it WOULD give. Slowly, painstakingly, the outer sphincter-muscles of her urethra relented, torn open by the force bearing down on them, and his cockhead plopped inside. With the beachhead secured, the rest of his shaft soon followed as he ruthlessly stretched open her urethra to accommodate him, finally ending with a full penetration that left his cockhead actually inside of her bladder and his now-shrunken balls resting against her wet pussy.

She was groaning, moaning and whimpering as the unfamiliar type of pain shot through her, and Diablo leered at her. "Did you think I would forget one of your orifices? I told you I would reshape your body into a perfect sex-toy for my demonic hordes. Whatever purposes your pussy, your ass, your mouth and throat, or indeed your piss-hole might have served before, their only reason for existing now is to accommodate demonic cocks. It is how you will spend the rest of Eternity."

He began to fuck her as he spoke, his heavily-textured shaft tearing in and out of the tautly-stretched hole. The bony ridge at the back of his cockhead ripped at the entrance to the bladder every time it was pulled out, only to be forced back inside again. The ultra-sensitive clit above the opening itself was pulled down by the tissue's resistance every time he thrust inwards, making the sandpaper-rough surface of his shaft grind across it. Her body was wracked with pain, but as the vibrations spread down into her pussy - separated from the urethra only by a thin layer of skin - there was pleasure too. The harsh treatment of her clit gradually seemed to be more pleasurable than painful.

Half an hour later she came, her entire body shaking as she had her first urethra-fuck-induced orgasm. Diablo did not let that stop him, though he let his insidious magic flow into her mind to encourage and strengthen the mindset that was now growing there. As with her throat, he was determined to keep going until her body stopped resisting and started loosening up. He literally had all the time in the world - the Angels were gone, and his forces were even now tearing through the remaining defenders of Sanctuary. He was commanding them mentally - being nearly omnipotent, he did not need to physically lead them, or even give them his full attention.

Her urethra, stretched to the point where it would have burst were it not for the reinforcing magic he had filled it with beforehand, took a long time to begin to loosen. The time meant nothing to Diablo - his thrusts never paused, his pace never faltered. To a human, however, it was 12 hours. Twelve hours of having a part of her body never designed for any kind of penetration, brutally and ceaselessly fucked by a cock with a texture rough enough to draw blood. By the end of it, not only was her urethra permanently widened - repurposed into a useable fuckhole for anyone not too greatly equipped, and entirely incapable of preventing her from leaking piss wherever she went - her mind was essentially gone, too. Whatever sense of self she had, had retreated far and deep into her mind, away from the pain and humiliation. What was left was an empty shell - an easy-going automaton who would obey any sufficiently empathic command and mutely accept whatever horror was visited upon it.

That was, of course, exactly what Diablo had intended. As he finally released a load of painfully-burning cum into her badly battered bladder, he began to weave one last dark spell around her. The groundwork was already there - he could sense the potency of her awakening nephilem powers. With deft use of the completed power of the Prime Evil, enabled by her complete unwillingness to even ATTEMPT to put up a mental defense, he twisted those powers to his own end. Her inhuman stamina and durability was perverted into something that would serve her new position. And finally, he imbued her with a spark of demonic unlife... a 'gift' of immortality.

Then, finally, he was done - his revenge, he felt, completed. Fully abandoning the form of Leah, which he had used at least in part throughout the torture, he threw the numb girl over one shoulder, and stepped through the Hell-Ways into his original empire - the Burning Hells. He told the Overseers what the girl was for, dropped her there on the magma-streaked floor, and left. He had a world to finish consolidating his hold over, and then... then it was time to seek other worlds to conquer.

Now, there are many kinds of demons. For the smart ones, sex outside of procreation was a tool - amongst themselves, or with humans, it could be used for bargaining, sealing alliances, and establishing dominance. They got little enjoyment from it, however, with the possible exception of the Succubi - who were, however, disinterested in the female monk.

But there were other kinds - the bestial, primitive, stupid demons. For them, sex was a driving need, a perverted version of the procreation-drive of normal animals, and whenever demonic hordes invaded parts of the surface-world, these demons would eagerly partake of the captured women. They were overjoyed to have a sturdy, unresisting toy to play with.

The Fellhounds, in particular, were enthusiastic. The pony-sized hellhounds were without number, and when nobody else laid claim to her services, she would usually be thrown into their kennels by default. There, she would find herself on her hands and knees as an endless succession of the huge, dog-like creatures mounted her from behind. Their cocks were large and oddly-shaped, with a bulge near the bottom that inflated when they neared their climax. Their 'knots', as they were called, stretched both of her nether holes beyond even the point that Diablos' horse-sized shaft had done, helping to further loosen her. Sometimes, one of them would find his way into her wide-open urethra while aiming for her pussy - mercifully, they could not get their knots inside, but that didn't stop them from riding her just as hard there as they did anywhere else.

Of course, even if her nether holes were busy - and the Fellhounds' preference for 'doggystyle' prevented more than one from enjoying those at a time - her mouth was still useable. Some of the Fellhounds would mount her there, standing on the shoulders of their brother behind her to thrust his turgid cock down her throat, locking his knot in place behind her teeth so that he could pump his seed directly into her stomach. But more often, they would simply jam their cocks into her mouth to use it as a toilet, blasting bladderfulls of harsh, acidic demon-piss across her tongue.

She drank it all down eagerly, to the last drop - the cum silenced her rumbling stomach, and the piss extinguished her thirst. She found that she required nothing else, not even sleep. There was no night or day in the Burning Hells, only an endless darkness lit by volcanic plumes and eternal flames - there was no sense of time and no rest was offered her. Hours, days, weeks and months would roll by as she carried out her duties without rest, sustained entirely by the fluids that the hounds deposited in her mouth.

But she did not spend ALL her time in the Kennels. For example, the ambitious Subjugators had found that taming the massive Armaddons - immense, gorilla-like hell-beasts that they enjoyed riding into combat - was easier if they had been allowed to work out some aggression in a different way first. Thus, every so often, she'd find herself carried from the kennels to instead be locked into place in a heavy, bench-like torture-device that was designed to make her pussy and ass easily accessible to the large, clumsy Armaddons.

The Armaddons were huge, and their equipment followed suit. Easily horse-sized, their penises were also covered in armor-plates, much like the rest of them. The armor-plates' edges tore at her both going in and going out, particularly due to the tightness that their immense sizes induced - but her insides had been tanned by Diablo himself, and while she bled copiously from both holes after the first couple of sessions, she soon toughened up. The insides of her pussy and ass were basically a mass of scar-tissue by then, enabling her to accommodate the Armaddons' metallic members without incident.

The problem, thus, was mainly one of time. The Armaddons were ponderous creatures, and each would take hours to fuck her thoroughly in whatever hole he'd hit, before finally reaching his climax and retreating exhausted. There were masses of Armaddons - not nearly as many as there were Fellhounds, of course, but enough that every visit to their enclosure left her locked in the same position for a week or more. And the bench did not allow the Armaddons to mount her mouth. After days without sustenance, her lips would become dry and cracked while her stomach growled, and she would be reduced to begging any demon within earshot to please cum or piss in her mouth.

Fortunately, a surprising number of demons listened to her pleas - mostly to enjoy the sight of her utter humiliation. Some of them would give her what she wanted only after spending some time viciously mauling her tits - exposed and defenseless while she was strapped into the machine - leaving bleeding claw-marks across the soft orbs that tended to leave aching scars. Others would demand additional oral 'favors' before they'd lower themselves to using her mouth for a toilet - such as having her tongue-wash their testicles or assholes. All those things, she did swiftly and without complaint. She thought nothing of it - there was not enough left of her mind to feel humiliation or disgust. Whenever her mouth was filled by hot piss or bitter, acidic demon-cum, she would humbly thank the donor, hoping that he would come by again when she was in need of food and drink.

At other times, she would be dropped into the holding-pits of other demons - not for some specific purpose, but so that other, smarter demonic creatures could amuse themselves by watching her endless rape. The Demonic Tremors were often used for this purpose - these creatures were smaller than the immense Armaddons, no bigger than a large horse, but even more heavily armored. Their front legs were impenetrable shields and their bodies were heavy with armor. Their cocks were proportional to their size and covered in rough, sandpaper-like skin - their strength, however, was NOT proportional. When they fucked her, they did so with immense, earth-shaking strength behind each thrust, hitting her with a force that would have broken bones in a lesser woman.

She would usually spend days, if not weeks, in their enclosure before the other demons tired of the game. By then, her ass would be a red-blue mass of bruises, with her outer labia and inner thighs faring little better. At least the Tremors were usually willing to let her drink their cum and piss freely, and one would often wander up to her head while she was busy getting pile-driver-fucked halfway into the magmatic ground, offering his cock. Attempting to properly please them with her mouth while her rear end was in the process of getting pounded into hamburger-meat was never easy, but it staved off the hunger. The thirst, meanwhile, was usually slaked after one of them had finished brutally pounding her ass again. She would then, almost reflexively, turn around to clean off whatever residue clung to their long, dusty-red cocks with her tongue - and quite frequently, they would reward her for her work by emptying their bladders into her mouth at the same time.

At other times, she would be handed off to the Hulking Phasebeasts. She loved that most of all. The Phasebeasts strode the line between 'dumb animal' and 'clever devil'. They had the endless lust of the beasts, but were possessed by humanlike cunning. They could also warp around in some very interesting ways. The floating, four-armed critters could overlap each other without much difficulty, and took full advantage of that. Their dicks, large by human standards if not by demonic, would find their way inside all of her orifices simultaneously, with no regard for the physical challenges involved. The Phasebeasts would hover inside each other, or halfway through her, breaking the laws of physics to thoroughly fuck her over.

They were also some of the only demons around who could make full use of her broken-open urethra, which they did - whenever she was with them, her urethra was blocked virtually every second by an eagerly-thrusting Phasebeast dick. Whenever it was given a minute's rest, thick cum would ooze from the ruined hole, lightly mixed with piss. Her bladder was constantly stretched to its limit by the constant influx of cum, often causing a small bulge to appear on her lower abdomen - much to the amusement of the Phasebeasts.

Meanwhile, they were compensating for their size by stuffing three, four, sometimes five cocks up her pussy and ass at the same time. Or they played other fun games - like when one would shift from behind her to in front of her with every thrust, alternating between her ass and her mouth to ensure that her tongue was constantly coated with the taste of her own ass. At other times, three or more would push their dicks into her mouth at the same time and release the contents of their bladders together, amusing themselves by watching her struggle to drink it all so that it might not go to waste - and eagerly 'punishing' her if she failed.

Most of the demons did not require excuses to punish her, however. Whenever she was pulled from the Kenels, she knew that it was a coin-toss whether she'd be thrown into a den of horny beasts to mate with - which she enjoyed - or dragged to the torture-racks. Which she enjoyed rather less. The torturers, however, were well aware of her status and purpose, and adjusted their work accordingly. She would often find herself suspended above the ground by a large, splintery log covered in iron spikes - inserted into her ass, filling the enhanced ass-space gifted to her by Diablo entirely. Or nailed to a wooden bar by the labia. In either case, what came next was usually a cruel whipping across her breasts, ass and pussy.

Her breasts, somehow, had grown significantly since she was thrown down there - perhaps caused by Diablo's insidious magic, or perhaps just by her aging. The previously pert little hills had turned into heavy, dangling globes that provided an ample target for the torturer's whips. But when they were done covering her with stinging welts, they usually got creative. Spike-covered balls would be forced up whatever orifices were available - often her urethra, resulting in several of the grape-sized things being left lodged in her bladder, for her to agonizingly force out at a later time. At other times, blue crystals crackling with magical lightning would be used - a single touch of it to her clit would send her into spasms of electric pain, so of course, they'd often eagerly push them all the way up her pussy and ass and just leave them there until their magic ran dry - which could take hours or even days, spent unable to even stand as painful paroxysms rolled through her every other second.

In every case, however, the torment was temporary - as were the consequences. The pain became a memory, and the injuries faded quickly thanks to her fortified stamina. There was only one exception - that one time, a large torture-demon had brought out a glowing, white-hot pair of pliers, and proceeded to punch an instantly-cauterized hole in each of her nipples, before inserting a ring of black, hellforged steel in each. He then repeated the procedure on her clit, after first pulling it out of its cover - and that was enough to make her scream in agony despite everything else she'd gone through before.

Small, spherical weights were attached to each ring, and despite their diminutive size, they were painfully heavy - made from dense minerals found only in hell. Whenever she was screwed while on her hands and knees - which was, by far, the most common way for her to get it - the impacts would send the weights swinging, dragging painfully at her most sensitive places. Also, with the ring in place, her clit could no longer retreat underneath its hood, leaving it permanently exposed to the sulfurous air of the Burning Hell - which soon rendered it extremely sensitive.

Worse, the rings provided a handy anchoring-point for any demon who wanted to inflict a bit of quick pain on her. On a few occasions, she found herself suspended by the three piercings, hanging from a boom as a decoration while demons partied beneath her. It was intensely painful, but her flesh had been hardened by her past as a monk and further galvanized by her hellish torments - so she bore it without tearing, though she noticed that her clit was getting pulled noticeably longer than normal.

It was shortly after this that the Succubi brought her to one of their 'parties'. To her, it felt like a reward for having handled the pain and physical stresses so well. Even as she was passed around from Succubus to Succubus, her head forced roughly between their legs as they commanded her to service them, delight shone in her eyes. The juices that flowed from between their humanlike labia were acrid and sour by human standards, but to her well-worn tongue, it seemed like sweet wine. That every last one of them would then also empty her bladder into her eager mouth merely ensured that she did not go thirsty. And besides, letting her lips and tongue wrap around those delicate folds reminded her - in a foggy, indistinct sort of way - of earlier lovemaking, in a different life.

Of course, the Succubi hadn't brought her to the party just for that. She was part of the entertainment, as well as the cleaning-crew. Many male demons were there as well - the higher-ranking and smarter ones, Overseers, Subjugators, Mallet Lords and others. They caroused eagerly with the Succubi and there were no holes barred, but whenever one of the demons had entertained himself between the ass-cheeks of one of the Succubi, the monk was pulled in to clean his rod afterwards. The freshly-fucked Succubus would also usually task her to suck the demon-cum out of her still-gaping asshole, and often had her sooth the raw edges of their sphincter with her tongue for a while - for even though the Succubi were eager to engage in sexual play of every stripe, some of the larger demons taxed their physical limits.

In addition, the party came with plenty of strong drink - hell-wine as well as alcohol claimed from the by-now ravaged surface of Sanctuary - and when the revelers found their bladders straining from the drinking, she came in handy as a mobile toilet. Between that and the loads of cum she was allowed to suck from various orifices, her belly was soon churning with a foamy mix of yellow and white fluids, straining against her tightly-muscled abdomen in a small, but visible bulge. To her, it seemed a glorious feast indeed - she felt certain that she would not be hungry or thirsty for a long time. If only her three perfectly serviceably nether orifices weren't going to waste... for all the exercise her mouth had gotten, the rest of her had been mostly ignored.

As the party started winding down, however, that changed. Succubi live off the lifeforce they can drain from their partners, after all, and while demons had more than enough of it to survive (and enjoy) the process, it still left all but the hardiest of them exhausted after the first few rounds. To restore some life to their exhausted partners/food-supply, the Succubi pulled her into the center of the feast-hall to give the surrounding males a bit of a show.

Each of the two dozen Succubi revealed a large, nasty-looking dildo strap-on, wrought from hellforged steel and covered in unpleasant-looking studs that were really more like short, squat spikes. Half of them, on top of that, had a secondary shaft sticking out just above the main - smaller, but still formidable by human standards, and just as painful-looking. With the monks' arms held up by chains from the ceiling, they would surround her - a Succubus on each side, with the double-shafted coming from the front - to fill all of her holes at once. They thrusted into her with a sinuous elegance quite different from the casual brutality employed by most of the demons, grinding their torturous shafts across every square inch of her insides they could reach - which was basically all of them, seeing as these strap-ons had been made-to-order for this party.

Hanging there, her stomach still churning with massive quantities of demonic cum and piss, her pussy, ass and urethra filled entirely by dildos specifically forged to stretch her to the limit, she felt an intense sense of fulfillment. Her holes had been too badly mauled and scarred for her to have orgasms anymore - she could barely remember what actual pleasure felt like - but having her holes filled still granted her a sense of purpose. Being filled by cock, biological or fake, was the point of her existence - and lacking that sensation for too long left her feeling unfulfilled and sad.

Between the feast and the three pain-inducing shafts tearing in and out of her, she could only stare glassy-eyed at the ceiling as she moaned her sincere thanks with every shuddering thrust. Around her, the male demons crowed and laughed at her humiliation, barely remembering the terrifying warrior she had once been. Soon, the sight roused some of them for another round, but there were always a couple of Succubi free to continue the rough handling of her orifices as the party wore on. When finally the last of the male demons had surrendered to rest, the Succubi released her from the chains - leaving her on her knees in front of them - and commanded her to thoroughly clean all of the dildos that had been used on her. They were all covered in significant amounts of blood, despite the toughened scar-tissue of her insides - time and patience had allowed the spiky studs to dig through her defenses and draw blood eventually.

Shortly after she had finished her duties - leaving the ugly collection of metal dildos shining with her spit - one of the Mallet-Lords who had attended the party roused himself from his sleep and approached her. These gargantuan creatures stood easily three times as tall as any man, their four arms each ending in a massive, club-like fists... and their twin cocks were every bit as massive, enough to make even a stallion turn green with envy. This particular mallet-lord did not feel that his cocks had gotten quite enough exercise during the party, but he also didn't feel like paying one of the Succubi another fragment of his lifeforce for another round.

So, with his massive, blood-stained hands he lifted the unresisting monk into the air and deposited her on top of his twin cocks. They barely fit, and it was only thanks to the lubrication generated by the bleeding that the Succubi's torturous dildos had caused that they were able to slide all the way in so easily. The two shafts penetrated further up inside her body than would have been possible on a normal human, but thanks to the alterations Diablo had wrought on her body, they fit - mostly - and sandwiched her full stomach uncomfortably between each other.

Then, he grabbed the chains that had been used to restrain her during the hour-long strap-on rape, and used them to pull her arms up along his chest, before running the chains themselves down his own back and bending her legs back around his waist to meet them. This would have been practically impossible for an unaided, two-handed individual, but fortunately the Mallet-Lord had four arms and thus was able to easily set up this simple, improvised 'harness' for carrying the monk suspended on top of his twin cocks.

For over a week he carried the monk as an accessory, at times forgetting about her entirely. Lacking legs, the floating creature would push himself forwards with his massive hands, and in doing so swing his groin forwards and upwards to generate a potent thrust. With every such step, the monk was lifted half a dozen inches off of the two huge cocks lodged in her pussy and ass, only to be brutally swung down on them as the huge demon moved his arms forwards for the next step. Thus, she hung naked, battered, and penetrated by cocks large enough to stretch even her inhumanly-modified physique as the Mallet-Lord went about his business of dealing with lesser demons. Needless to say, this meant that she felt the contents of both his balls and his bladder surge into her several times, filling her shattered womb and strained colon to the bursting-point and only then - driven by the pressure - dribbling out around the tautly-stretched entrances of her two main orifices.

It's hard to guess how long he would have 'worn' her like that if it hadn't been for the basic needs of her body. The 'feast' that had filled her stomach during the succubus-party was gradually metabolized, sustaining her for a while, but eventually hunger and thirst compelled her to beg the demon carrying her for cum and piss. Annoyed, he returned her to the Kennels, though not before tasking her with cleaning off his twin shafts with her tongue. The one that had been lodged inside her ass for a week was rank, to say the least, but at this point the monk could not sense such things. 'Pleasant' tastes and smells were a dim memory, a mythical thing that may never have existed. Piss, cum and the taste of ass - her own or demonic - was the only things her tongue knew.

Still, the week she spent suspended on the Mallet-Lord was something her body never entirely recovered from. Before, her pussy and ass had spread easily before anyone who sought to use them, and been slow in closing afterwards - just in case somebody else wanted in. But with the added stretching, they seemed to have lost the ability to close entirely. Her ass, in particular, was a wrecked crater - the sphincter had given up the ghost entirely, so it simply hung open and gasped like a landed fish whenever it wasn't filled by some sort of cock. The Fellhounds, despite their size, could no longer 'knot' with her - even fully-inflated, the flesh-bulbs at the bottom of their cocks slipped easily through the worn edges of her orifices. But while she regretted this in some small way, the fact that they'd now usually fuck her WITH the knots instead of just resting when they were fully inflated, more than made up for it.

In this fashion, years - perhaps decades - rolled by. Torments unending were endured by the monk as she was shuffled between various kinds of demons as a sex-toy and mobile toilet, or used for the amusement of bored torturers. In that time, Diablo continued to accumulate power by gradually sucking the divine energy out of the now-corrupted Crystal Arch, incorporating the power of the long-dead God of Order, Anu, into himself. His growing power had corrupted the entire world - from the Burning Hells to the High Heavens and everything in-between. But he wasn't done. With his expanded consciousness, he knew that there were more - other worlds beyond the one that had birthed him. And he intended to bring the true meaning of Terror to those worlds as well.

Thus, one fateful day, he ordered all of the demons of the Burning Hells assembled before him to tell them that he had gathered enough power to open a gate to a neighboring realm. He had looked into this world, and seen that it was wracked by a seemingly never-ending war between a horde of green-skinned monsters, and the local humans and their allies. Ripe ground for an invasion. There were demons there, too, but they would soon find themselves displaced by a far larger, far more vicious army than their own - and would fall in line or die beneath his heel.

Since every demon was there, the monk had been dragged along too. She was hanging beneath the belly of the Fellhound Alpha, her feet and hands tied together rudimentarily over his back as his hard, canine cock shifted inside of her every time the big beast raised his head to howl in reply to Diablos' promises of further conquests. Diablo glanced down at her with a wicked grin, remembering how he had broken her - that she had once threatened his victory seemed ludicrous.

Then, suddenly, the monk moved. She did not know why. The muscles in her arms tightened, and the simple ropes holding her in place snapped. They never really bothered to chain her down anymore - why should they, when she never resisted in any way? She fell to the ground beneath the surprised Fellhound - his cock snapping out of her pussy with a slurp - and rolled out from below him to get to her feet even as her hands moved to her groin and chest.

In a swift movement, she pulled the rings off her nipples and clit. Her flesh tore, sending short spurts of blood across the ground, but she had long-since lost the ability to feel pain as anything other than a fact of life. The three rings came together on her right hand - each was big enough to contain two of her fingers and by overlapping them by one finger each, they formed a primitive but serviceable knuckle-duster. A knuckle-duster made from Hellforged Steel, the same stuff used in demonic weapons.

Her hands became fists, and before the stunned demons, she leaped towards Diablo faster than the eye could follow. Deep inside her mind, something had awakened. A fragment of her personality had hid from the torments, isolating itself in a shield of nothingness and maintaining a silent, internal meditation while waiting for just this opportunity. In that silence, her Spirit had grown, even as her body became an empty vessel. The tortured victim she had come to represented a degree of philosophical nothingness that even the greatest masters of her orders had failed to be. She held no desires, no will, no fears, no pain and no pleasure. The Spirit within her mind now flowed through her battered limbs like water, and the speed and surety with which she struck would have astounded her old teachers - were any of them still alive. (For Diablo had taken particular pains to utterly destroy the Monasteries of Ivgorod, lest another monk rise to challenge him.)

Her first punch sent him reeling, along with the sheer shock of seeing someone he KNEW he had broken - in body and mind - attack him. He lashed out instinctively, but already she was gone, and a flurry of blows rained into his unprotected back as he roared in pain and surprise. Over the past many years, there had been no-one willing or able to challenge him directly. Even as his inner power rose, his body had gone soft and indolent. Still, he had great power at his command, and with a roar he unleashed a wave of hellfire that spread in all directions.

The wave washed over her without touching a single hair. A cocoon of radiant light shone around her even as the scars of her many years of torment were healed by the holy magic. Serenity surrounded her, and even the fires of hell could not touch that. As she pressed the attack, however, she could not avoid taking a few lumps. Diablo's razor-sharp claws lashed out to rend her flesh, and the power of Serenity faded after only a few seconds. But she no longer knew how to feel pain, and the wounds he inflicted seemed entirely unimportant. With repeated blows and kicks - most raining from her girded right fist - she drove him back.

Finally, however, he got his feet underneath himself and pushed back. With a curse, he sent a torrent of flame tearing towards her, spreading out into an unavoidable wall. But once again, she simply disappeared - and this time, she did not appear in one single place. From seven different directions she struck, frozen in the same endless moment as the flower-like emblem of her order was painted unto the hellish floor by the glowing traces left by her imperceptible movements.

The attack left Diablo stunned for several seconds, and before he could shake the confusion out of his horned head, she pressed her advantage. A leaping blow reached his face with all her mass behind it, and he felt himself falling back until finally, his face was crushed between her fist and the solid ground beneath them. How was she hurting him so effectively, his addled mind thought desperately. He wielded the power of both Tathamet and Anu! He was OMNIPOTENT!

But then, as he tried to pull himself to his feet, his head threatening to split open from the pain, he realized his error. The essences of Tathamet and Anu were within him, yes, and they were inherent opposites. The shock of battle had disrupted the delicate balance between them and now they were turning against one another inside of him, absorbing all of his power. This realization reached him a split second before the monk's steel-girded fist reached his chest, hitting the Black Soulstone that was the core of his being with shattering force. The Soulstone shattered like glass, and an explosion of released magic sent fragments flying in all directions, utterly pulverizing his chest and sending his rapidly-disintegrating corpse tumbling back into the rows of shocked demons that surrounded them.

A roar of wrath and consternation rippled through the crowd - Diablo had been their GOD REBORN, and the monk had killed him before them. That same helpless woman that all of them had considered nothing but an amusing toy. As a single mass they fell upon her, even as her legs sagged and she fell to her knees. The reservoir of Spirit that her fragmented personality had accumulated through years of silent meditation was entirely exhausted in this one, brief burst of destructive violence. She neither resisted nor cried out as the demons tore her to shreds.

Her actions did not save the world, for there was no world left to save - but many other worlds were spared the horror of a demonic invasion, and she found her peace in oblivion. The demons, unled and with nowhere else to direct their wrath, soon fell upon each other in an endless civil war that - over the course of centuries - wore down their numbers. In the end, the world that had once held Sanctuary at its bosom laid empty and lifeless. But in that emptiness, two great figures coalesced - their essences, liberated by Diablo's death, took on physical form. One a being of pure light, the other wrought from shadows and fire. Across an empty expanse of starless space, they faced one another, and then collided - for that was their purpose... even though they knew that neither could survive that confrontation.

As Anu and Tathamet died once again at one another's hands, Anu's heart formed a Crystal Arch around which a soaring song of light and harmony built great and glorious towers for the winged beings of light that seemed to be spun out of nothingness by the music. Tathamet's body left behind a decaying wasteland of magma and fear, and on it terrifying structures were soon erected by the misshapen creatures that crawled from the lakes of fire. Between this Burning Hell and that High Heaven, an empty expanse laid, as if it was merely waiting for that inevitable day when Demons and Angels would come together and attempt to create an isolated world in which they could escape from the endless wars between their people. And they would call it 'Sanctuary'...

THE END

A bit of a nasty story, wasn't it? If you imagine that this is more or less what happens whenever a female character dies to Diablo, maybe it'll motivate you to fight harder... ;-)