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THE CORRUPTION
by Ballistic
---
This story was inspired by, and is loosely based on, the adult graphic 
novel The Convent of Hell, by Eduardo Barreiro and Ignacio Noe. 
Many liberties have been taken, however, with the plot, characters, 
and especially the setting, which has been moved to the Warhammer 
RPG world.
-----
(I)
The old hospice stood on a high, rocky hill overlooking the city of 
Altdorf, the Imperial Capital. Once a fortress built by evil marauders, 
the priesthood of the goddess Shallya now used the building as a 
place to care for the mentally insane. The facility was operated solely 
by the female members of Shallya's cult; the men usually had the 
more dangerous job of tending to those wounded on the battlefield.

With a new emperor just crowned, things were at last looking better 
for the Empire. Chaos had been routed from many of its hiding 
places, peace once again prevailed across the land, and new heroes 
had won the people's hearts. As a cult of healing, the priesthood of 
Shallya had been relatively unaffected by the recent wars. Now they 
would be busy healing those hurt in the terrible violence.

This evening, rain poured down onto the hospice while two horses 
pulled the old wagon back down the hill towards Altdorf, it's driver 
trying his best to shield himself from the downpour.

From inside, Sister Juana watched the miserable man with a frown 
on her face.

The old woman was faced with the unpleasant task of what to do 
with a particularly unruly patient. The position of high priestess had 
its disadvantages. With the help of her cane, she moved her wrinkled 
body to her desk and slowly sat down. Pulling her quill from the 
inkbottle, she stared at the signature blank on the parchment in 
front of her. 

Several days before, Hanz, a patient here, had broken free from his 
cell. Before he was captured and properly sedated, he had attacked a 
priestess and ruined her vow of chastity with Shallya. Since he was 
without any hope of rehabilitation, Juana now had to sign the 
paperwork that would place him in the castle dungeon as a criminal, 
not a mental patient. 

Reluctantly she put her signature on the parchment and sealed it 
with wax. Tomorrow morning Hanz would be on his way to prison. It 
was a hard decision to make, but she couldn't have any more 
priestesses being assaulted.

Late in the evening the storm increased in ferocity, lightning and 
thunder seeming to batter the hospice for hours until, finally, the 
eastern watch tower could no longer withstand the force of the wind 
and collapsed, crashing down into the cellar beneath it. The loud 
disturbance woke up everyone at the hospice.

Soon Sister Juana and several other priestesses stood amidst the 
remnants of the destroyed tower, looking down into the debris-filled 
cellar. After their shock at the sudden destruction, one thing 
attracted all of their attention -- the light of their lantern revealed 
that the collapse had caused a portion of the cellar floor to fall away, 
opening up a hole that led down into complete darkness.

"Who knows what's down there?" stated Sister Teresa in response to 
an unasked question. "This place was once used for battle; this secret 
tunnel could lead anywhere."

"It's too late for dungeon delving tonight," said Sister Juana. "I don't
think we have anything to worry from catacombs that have been 
closed up for centuries. We'll see about having it checked out 
tomorrow. Now, let's all get out of this rain and go back to bed."

			*	*	*

In her bed, as outside the storm continued to rage, only slightly 
abated from its earlier strength, Sister Juana tossed and turned. A 
terrible, yet wonderful, dream was taking place inside the depths of 
her psyche:

The twenty-year-old Juana sat down in the center of the pentagram. 
The dark cavern was lit by five black candles, one at each point of 
the symbol painted on the floor. Several people concealed in robes 
knelt just outside the pentagram, as smoke began to rise in front of 
Juana. Her body began to heat up with lust as the smoke took form, 
becoming more corporeal with each passing second. 

Soon, a large demon stood before her, its hoofed feet clicking on the 
stone floor as stepped even closer to her. Looking up she could see an 
evil smile cross its face, which was nestled between the thick horns 
extending from its forehead.

Its left arm was powerfully muscled; its right arm, however, had 
been mutated into a snake, as was sometimes the way of chaos.

Untying the front of her robe, the young Juana let it slide off her
shoulders, exposing her body to the audience around her. The demon 
lowered its bull-like face to hers and ran its thick tongue up her neck 
and cheek, causing Juana to shiver at its touch.

Juana was forced onto her back while the demon fully removed her 
priestly robe. She stared up at the demon in awe, trying to 
comprehend its incredible power. Its snake-arm wrapped around her 
waist and placed its mouth over one of her full breasts. Juana gasped 
at the sensation while the snake sucked on the soft tit-flesh.

As though she could sense what the creature wanted, she opened her 
legs to allow the demon to kneel between them. His left hand rubbed 
along its cock, causing it to rapidly grow to full size. Juana stared in 
anticipation, sweat now glistening off her skin.

"Yes!"

Juana tilted her head back and screamed as the demon plunged his 
erection into her. The candles on the pentagram flared up and the 
robed men began to chant.

Juana stared lustfully at the demon’s face above hers while his cock
explored the depths of her womb. Her hips gently rocked and her 
body slid along the stone floor, yielding to the powerful thrusts of 
the demon. Juana was barely able to speak, another "Yes!" escaping 
her lips as barely more than a hiss.

She could feel the demon beginning to get excited, arousal building 
up within it. Soon its seed would fill her....

Juana cried out and bolted upright in bed, her frail body sticky with 
sweat. 

More than a little disturbed by the dream, she decided to get up and 
walk for a while to shake off the dread she was now feeling. She took 
the long walk downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a mug of 
fresh well water.

After relaxing for about half an hour, Sister Juana slowly made her 
way back to her room. Taking off her robes, she once again prepared 
to climb into bed.

"By the name of Shallya, how can this be!" gasped Juana suddenly, 
her eyes widening in surprise.

Propped up against the headboard of her bed was her old walking 
cane. She had been using that cane for at least ten years and there 
was no way she should have been able to walk down, and back up, 
all those stairs without it. But she just had! And without the slightest 
difficulty!

Before she could further ponder her situation, however, her attention 
was grabbed by a thick black smoke that was filtering into the dark 
room through the crack under her door. She stood paralyzed in fear 
for several seconds while the smoke gathered together into the shape 
of a large, disfigured humanoid.

Juana stumbled backward when the smoky form spoke, falling onto 
her bed.

"Do you like the taste of youth I gave you?" asked the figure, its 
voice soothing, like rolling waves crashing into a sandy beach.
"What...?" said Juana, the confusion obvious from her voice.

"When you went to bed tonight you had the body of an 80-year-old 
crone, now you have the body of a 60-year-old. After midnight 
tomorrow you will be another twenty years younger," informed the 
smoky figure. "All you have to do to keep your restored youth is 
enjoy yourself and give in to the pleasures Slaneesh can give you."

With that, the smoky figure dissipated, gone in an instant.

Juana stood in disbelief. How could servants of the perverse god 
Slaneesh corrupt this place of healing? Of all the terrible gods of 
chaos, Juana found Slaneesh the most vile -- tempting people into 
performing gross sexual acts of perversion. Slaneesh himself was not 
even fully male; one half of his body was that of a man and the other 
half was woman, allowing him to perform any sexual
act without restrictions. First thing in the morning she would have to
contact the government in Altdorf and have these demons destroyed.
The rest of the night crept by ever so slowly. Juana sat up the whole 
night, too terrified to even consider trying to fall back to sleep.

			*	*	*

"Sister Juana, what are we doing about finding out what is in the 
caverns below the hospice?" asked Sister Ana, an eager young 
woman only recently inducted into the Shallya priesthood.

Juana sat silent for several seconds. After last night's encounter, her
first thoughts had been to destroy the demons that had tempted her. 
During the long sleepless night, however, she'd (shamefully, she 
would still admit) begun to have different thoughts. She'd used the 
cane today, but only for appearances, she was strong enough to walk 
without it. She seemed to have endless energy, and her body felt 
healthier and more vibrant than it had in years. A glance in
her mirror had revealed that her short-cut hair (formerly pure 
white) now contained numerous faint darker streaks, and she was 
certain that the wrinkles in her skin were less severe.

In her youth, Juana had been proud of her beauty, and though she'd 
long ago accepted that the ravages of age were inevitable, slowly she 
was coming to realize that she found the idea of being young again 
almost too seductive to resist.

But right now the young sister wanted an answer to her question. 
Juana wavered for another instant, then, pushing thoughts of the 
consequences to the very back of her mind, she reluctantly came to a 
decision.

"I was thinking of letting you and Sister Teresa explore the 
catacombs," said Juana to Sister Ana. "I know of your enthusiasm and 
this would be an excellent opportunity for you put that youthful 
energy to good use."

			*	*	*

Sister Teresa helped the younger sister get into her climbing gear. 
Both had changed out of their usual robes and into breeches and 
shirts that were more appropriate for their planned activity.

Teresa could be well described in one word: brute. She was an 
unattractive middle-aged woman who could probably out lift most 
men. Her large muscles and excessive facial hair complimented her 
gruff voice and surly disposition.

"You young ones need to learn to take care of yourselves better," 
grunted Teresa while painfully tightening the straps on the younger 
sister’s harness.

Sister Ana said nothing, but a look of disapproval crossed her face. 

She sighed in relief when Juana announced that it was time to get 
together and bless the exploration of the catacombs.

After the simple ceremony was completed, the two women began 
their descent into the newly exposed hole in the cellar floor.

Juana looked on intently, none of the other sisters noticing the look 
of guilt that was firmly planted on her face.

			*	*	*

The two sisters finally found level ground after climbing down the 
roughly hewn vertical shaft for about fifty feet. Teresa made Ana 
light the torches (valuable learning experience) and lead the way. 

There was only one way to go and the two walked in ominous silence 
along a dark tunnel for a quarter of an hour, until the passage finally 
ended at a large door, which had no frame and was in the middle of a 
solid rock wall.

"Well don't just stand there, open it!" yelled Teresa.

Sister Ana, a little scared by now, reached slowly towards the handle. 
The old door, however, was jammed shut and no matter how hard 
she pulled, it would not budge.

"Do I have to do everything?" sighed Teresa. "Get out of the way."

Teresa pushed the young sister aside and gave the door a good tug. 

The door gave way suddenly, sending Teresa tumbling backwards 
until she landed flat on her back. A scream from the Ana caused her 
to look up quickly. The younger sister was being pulled through the 
open doorway by a large mass of slimy tentacles reaching out from 
the darkness beyond. Teresa grunted in anger and rose to her feet. 
Grabbing a torch she swung at one of the tentacles. A loud screech
emanated from beyond the door when the fiery torch smashed into 
the tentacle.

There was a tremendous roar, then a large monstrous face came 
through the doorway, startling Teresa and causing her to take 
several steps back. By the time Teresa regained her composure, 
Sister Ana had been pulled into the darkness and her screams were 
silenced. Crying out in defiance, Teresa leaned forward and began to 
charge the creature in the doorway. But a mere second before she 
could swing her torch-club, a tentacle darted out and slammed the 
door shut with a resounding thud. Despite all her strength, many 
minutes of pulling on the door handle would not budge it.

"Damn black magic," muttered Teresa as she turned around to head 
back to the hospice.

			*	*	*

Sister Ana looked around in terror. The small room she found herself 
in was filled with a dozen creatures; probably servants of chaos, 
judging from their grotesque appearance. One of the larger creatures 
had her firmly held down with tentacles wrapped around her ankles 
and wrists, their tight grip was becoming
very uncomfortable.

"You have the wrong idea about us," informed one of the creatures as 
it hovered above her. "Slaneesh only wants you to enjoy the 
pleasures that he can bring you."

Ana flinched as the creature brought his hands down towards her 
head. "P...Please let me go," she whimpered, as the creature undid the 
bun in her brown hair, letting it flow free.

"Shhh... don't deny the pleasure we're going to give you, enjoy it," 
said the creature. Ana turned her head in shame as the creature's 
two gnarly hands grasped her small breasts through the fabric of her 
blouse. The hands then left her body and, after several seconds, Ana 
looked up in curiosity to see what had happened.

The creature now held a gem-encrusted golden goblet in its rough,
black-skinned hand. With a devious smile, it opened its mouth to 
speak. 

"This wine will calm you down, make you a little less nervous," said 
the creature. "Go ahead, take it. We already said we wouldn’t hurt 
you. It's alright."

The tentacles around her wrists loosened their grip, allowing her to 
move her arms freely. She took several moments to rub her sore 
wrists and wipe some of the slime from them. She stared nervously 
at the creature as he moved the cup towards her. Ana took it in her 
small hands and stared down at the liquid inside it. It looked and 
smelled like wine, but she had doubts about what it would
do to her.

"You have heard nothing but lies about our lord, Slaneesh," said the
creature as it placed an arm around her shoulder to "comfort" her. 
"Both you and I know that if we wanted to do something to you, we 
could have. So just drink the wine like any polite guest would."

Ana found no argument for the creature’s logic and decided no harm 
could come from drinking the wine. She slowly lifted the goblet and 
placed it against her soft lips. It was the most delicious taste she had 
ever experienced in her life; she quickly downed the whole goblet, 
feeling a little guilty for acting like a drunkard.

Suddenly her perceptions started to change. The creature in front of 
her smelled wonderful, his rough skin looked exotic. Reaching out, 
she ran her hands against his chest, the rough skin tickling her tiny 
fingers.

"Now you are ready to discover the pleasures that Slaneesh can give 
to you," said the creature as he reached towards Ana.

The young sister watched as the creature’s fingers expertly undid 
the buttons along the front of her top. His hands slipped inside her 
blouse and slowly spread the fabric apart, revealing her breasts to 
the creatures in the room. Her face turned red with embarrassment, 
she couldn’t believe she'd just let this creature expose her to a room 
full of people--minions of chaos no less. She was just glad that at 
least she was attractive. Looking down, she watched the creature 
grip her small breasts. All eyes were on her as the creature 
massaged her tits for several minutes.

"Why don't you take your clothes off for us?" asked the creature. "We 
all want to see what the rest of you looks like."

Ana couldn't believe it, but she actually found herself getting excited 
at the idea of completely undressing in front of these creatures. 

Standing up, she began to undo the buckle of her belt. Soon her pants 
dropped to the floor, leaving her wearing only a small loincloth, 
which she eagerly slid down the length of her long, slender legs. 

Looking up she could see all the creatures staring lustfully at her 
young body. Being in the spotlight, so to speak, gave her a great 
feeling.

She felt warm, soft fur press against her back as one of the creatures
(resembling a humanoid bull) wrapped his arms around her waist. 

His tight grip felt good against the soft flesh of her flat stomach. She 
suddenly felt a warm, wet feeling on her neck. Turning her head to 
look, she saw the creature had opened its mouth and had begun 
running its tongue down her body towards her breasts. Ana watched 
in wonder and excitement as the thick tongue ran between the soft 
curves of her perky mounds. Her heart was pounding so hard, and 
her breathing had become so labored, that she barely had the energy 
to stand.

"I feel dizzy," said Anna, as if asking her mother to nurture a sick 
child.

The demon behind her shifted his weight and picked up the girl. She 
was taken into another, larger, room with dozens of creatures 
littering the floor, participating in an orgy of sex. Dominating the 
center of the room was a large stone altar adorned with carvings that 
depicted the performance of many unnatural sexual acts. Ana's limp 
body was placed on the altar and her hands were chained above her 
head.

The familiar golden goblet was held over her head and more of the 
wonderful wine was poured into her mouth. She willingly gulped it 
down, although much of it ran down her cheeks and neck. After 
emptying the goblet the creature set it down and crawled up onto 
the altar, straddling her slim legs. It lowered its large, bull-like head 
towards her face and ran its slimy tongue along her cheek.

Upon reaching her lips the creature dipped its tongue into her slack 
mouth.

The thick tongue felt good inside her mouth. She didn't know what to 
expect; she had never kissed a man before. Heck, until a few minutes 
ago she hadn't even known what a man looked like underneath his 
clothes. Closing her lips over the tongue, she sucked on the pink 
member while wondering what was going to happen next.

Standing up, the demon began to remove its loincloth. Ana stared in
curiosity as he undressed himself, his thick cock wobbling back and 
forth as he sat down between her legs. She watched as he lifted up 
her legs and placed them on either side of his waist, positioning 
himself to enter her. A wonderful feeling overcame her as he placed 
his cock against her soft patch of brown pubic hair.

Before she even knew what had happened, his large cock was 
pumping inside of her. A small trickle of blood from her hymen 
escaped her cunt as the creature shoved his slick rod into her.

Ana gasped as the cock pistoned into her, stretching her open as far 
as her body would allow. The creature placed its hands around her 
waist to hold her secure and continued his assault on her. Ana's mind 
raced with the pleasure, never in her wildest imaginations could 
anything have felt this good. Her tummy bulged
slightly as the creature's huge cock filled her.

Looking up, she saw a lobster-like creature standing above her head. 
Reaching down it gently gripped her skull with its pincer and tilted it 
back. Waving in front of her mouth was the creature’s pinkish-red 
cock. Opening her mouth she allowed the creature to shove its 
member inside. Immediately she started to gag as the large organ 
forced itself deep down her throat. After several minutes she
finally was able to accommodate the large erection without any 
discomfort, wrapping her lips around the organ and letting the 
creature fuck her face.

Many servants of Slaneesh looked on as Ana was fucked by the two 
creatures. After a quarter of an hour, Anna felt the demon between 
her legs stop pumping and tighten his grip on her waist. Soon a hot 
fluid began to fill her womb.

Despite the unnatural heat, it wasn't uncomfortable and Ana found 
that the feeling of the seed inside her actually relaxed her even 
more. The demon soon withdrew and stepped off the altar. Another 
quickly replaced him -- a frog-like creature that pushed her tired 
legs apart and entered her.

The lobster creature fucking her face leaned down and opened its 
circular mouth. Pressing its face against her chest, it began to 
consume her young tit-flesh.

Warm saliva dripped down her body as the creature tasted her.
Ana's slack mouth hung open, too sore to suck on the creature's cock 
any longer.

The large organ slid along her tongue, depositing sweet tasting slime 
in her mouth while pistoning deep into her throat. Soon the cock 
began to quiver and released its seed into her. Much of it spilled out 
of her mouth and ran down her cheeks, its blue color staining her 
skin while she swallowed as much of the sweet substance as she 
could.

Now only the frog-like creature remained with her. Looking up, she 
could see the expression of contentment on the creature’s face as it 
rammed into her with short, fast strokes. Anna couldn’t help but 
gasp from the pleasure as her body slid along the stone altar from 
the force of the creature’s movements.

Then she saw that the creature that had taken her virginity was once 
again standing above her, holding two black candles high over its 
head.

"Ana," it spoke, "Denounce Shallya and publicly announce Slaneesh as 
your new master."

Ana looked sheepishly up at the creature, trying to concentrate on 
what he was saying. Between her gasps of pleasure, she managed to 
squeak out a sentence:

"Slaneesh... is my lord."

The creature standing above her smiled as the candles in his hands 
lit themselves in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics. Ana could 
hear a deep rumbling sound as the room slowly began to brighten 
with a soft pink light.

The creature fucking her lay on top of her, its head beside hers as it
sucked on her thin neck. Its smooth, leathery skin sent a tingling 
sensation across her body as it slid along her. Her head tilted back 
and her mouth opened wide in screams of pleasure when the 
creature began to spill its seed into her. Ana let out a long moan and 
concentrated on the feeling of being filled with the hot fluid.

The frog creature continued to fuck Ana, even after dumping its load 
into her.

Its hard, fast strokes elicited loud gasps from the young girl. Soon the
grumbling sound became so loud it drowned out Ana's gasps. The 
ground around the altar slowly gave way as large black tentacles 
broke free. As the two lay in embrace, the tentacles wrapped around 
them, pinning them together. With a display of strength, Anna, the 
frog creature and the altar were pulled down into the ground, a 
seemingly endless pit remaining in their stead.

Ana and the frog demon now resided with Slaneesh in his Keep, 
where they would spend eternity engaging in acts of sexual 
perversity with the countless number of other followers that littered 
the floor of the dwelling.

			*	*	*	

Juana sat alone in her quarters. The door was locked and she had left 
orders not to be disturbed. She felt horrible for what she had allowed 
to happen to poor Sister Ana. In her own greed for youth she had let 
an innocent girl fall victim to the vile forces of Slaneesh. She 
deserved whatever fate would fall upon her.

As she sat wallowing in self-pity, the sun slowly descended and the 
evening drifted past. Before she knew it, the midnight hour arrived. 
Her agonized contemplation was broken when she felt a strange 
sensation pass through herself.

Looking up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. How young 
she looked!

Gone were the wrinkles of an elderly woman, replaced by more 
vibrant, smooth skin. And her hair was almost completely black, only 
a few gray traces marring its otherwise raven beauty. Standing up 
she found her body to be free of the aches and pains of age. As good 
as she had felt that day, she now felt a hundred times better. The 
words of the demon that had appeared in her room last night rang in 
her head. She now had the body of a 40-year-old!

Juana began to pace back and forth. This youth given by the demon 
came at the price of letting corruption enter her mind. She could not 
decide what to do. The events that had happened were horrible…but 
she was forty again! What to do, what
to do....

			*	*	*

Down in the city of Altdorf, two mercenaries drank down their latest
earnings.

Uley, a hugely muscular wrestler slammed down his shot of whiskey 
and growled for more. Across the table sat his partner, Elrika. The 
young, blonde woman had taken up the sword three years ago, when 
her village had been wiped out by roaming servants of the chaos god 
Khorne. As the two sat in the darkened corner of the small tavern, a 
lone figure approached.

"Could I bother you two for a moment of your time?" asked Sister 
Teresa, a gold crown slipping out of her hand onto the table.

"You got one minute," growled Uley, not really interested in what the 
ugly priestess had to say. "I don't like being interrupted while I'm 
drinking."

"I'll be brief," said Teresa as she muscled her way onto the seat next 
to Uley.

"As Sisters of the Order of Shallya, we are forbidden to take the life 
of another, even if that life belongs to a servant of chaos. I believe
followers of Slaneesh have taken residence in caves beneath our 
hospice, and they must be removed. Several of the sisters and I can 
make it worth your while to apply your trade for a day or two. If 
your reputation has any truth to it, this job should be easy money for 
you."

"We'll be there in the morning," said Elrika. "Just make sure you have 
the money."

"One more thing," said Teresa, "Don't use the main entrance, I'll let 
you in through the kitchen. We don’t want the High Priestess to be 
troubled by any more problems, and it would be best if she didn't 
know about this."

She felt bad about lying, but Sister Juana's peculiar behavior had 
made Teresa not completely sure that she could be trusted. And 
something about the High Priestess' expression after she'd returned 
and reported what had happened to Sister Ana had raised Teresa's 
suspicions. Until she could further investigate things, going for 
outside help was her only choice.

			*	*	*

The following morning, not long after sunrise and before much 
activity had begun at the hospice, Sister Teresa met the two warriors 
at the small kitchen entrance that had been cut into the rear wall of 
the old fortress. Both mercenaries looked ready for an all-out war. 
Uley was covered head to toe in plated armor and tightly gripped a 
huge battle-axe in his right hand. 

Elrika had her sword sheathed at her hip, her hands fully occupied 
with a large crossbow. A strip of chainmail was draped across her 
chest, along with a chainskirt around her waist.  Tall, black leather 
boots protected her legs. Her long blonde hair had been tied in a 
ponytail and tucked underneath her blood red cape.

"Let us in," grumbled Uley, "It’s raining buckets out here."

Teresa ushered them in out of the pouring rain and quickly escorted 
them to the debris-choked cellar of the collapsed tower.

"Down there is tunnel that ends in a door," informed Teresa, pointing 
at the open shaft in the floor. "Black magics have been placed on it 
and we can't get past it. But we do know that vile creatures lie 
beyond that door.... Ohh, poor Ana. Get them for Ana!"

"We'll be back in time for lunch," boasted Uley with a confident 
smirk.

"Just make sure the gold is waiting for us," said Elrika as she gripped 
a waiting rope and began to climb down the shaft, going first so Uley 
wouldn't have a good view of her shapely ass. He was a naughty 
bugger at times.

Once they reached the bottom, they lit their torches and began to 
make their way down the only tunnel. They walked for at least half-
an-hour, but found no door of any kind.

"That ugly wench pulled a fast one on us!" shouted an angry Uley 
"What do you think is up?"

"Quiet, you loudmouth," whispered Elrika "Who knows what's down 
here. Let's just head back and get out of here."

"That’s not a good idea," sounded an unexpected third voice.

"Huh?" said both Uley and Elrika, as they turned their heads.

Standing just a few feet away from them was a large goat-like 
creature that stood on two legs. Its head was adorned by two 
spiraling pink horns and its arms were void of any skin or muscle.

"Chaos Beast!" shouted Uley as he lifted his axe to do battle. "Get out 
of here, Elrika, I'll keep 'em busy."

Elrika was not usually one to run from a fight, but right now it 
seemed like a good idea. Not knowing what lay ahead or what their 
current situation was, getting out of there seemed the best option. 
Turning tail, she bolted back the way they'd come. 

Uley hardly even noticed the actions of his partner; his hatred for 
chaos had clouded his mind. The Chaos Beast didn’t stand a chance 
against the mighty warrior, one mighty swing of his axe and the 
creature fell to the ground, its entrails spilling out from the gaping 
wound in its stomach.

Screaming out a mighty battle cry, Uley charged forward. Ahead he 
could see torchlight revealing more creatures of the dark gods. The 
chaos warriors' blows were barely felt by the berserk Uley. His axe 
felled several more dark servants
in mere seconds.

As Uley continued to battle on, however, his limbs eventually grew 
tired.

How many of these beasts were down there? It seemed like every 
time he destroyed one of the foul creatures, another replaced it. He 
fought as bravely as any warrior ever had, but at last the effort of 
swinging his mighty axe required more energy than he could muster 
and he finally fell beneath the horde of beasts.

			*	*	*

As she fled, Elrika could hear the screams of her partner in the 
distance. Unsure of whether they were cries of rage or of pain, she 
kept going.

Slowly, she became aware of the fact that she was lost. She should 
have reached the shaft back up to the hospice by now. Stopping and 
looking around, she realized in consternation that whereas on the 
way in there had been only one tunnel, now  there were other 
passages, all of which looked the same, none familiar to
her.

With a sigh of desperation, Elrika picked one and continued on with 
her sword
drawn.

She walked quickly, her fear only magnifying when the rock from 
which the tunnel was cut began to glow with a deep red light, slowly 
gaining in brightness.

Along with this unnatural light, the temperature also started to rise. 
Soon Elrika had to stop every few minutes to wipe her brow and take 
a rest. She discarded her warm cape and her heavy crossbow; they 
were just too much for her to carry anymore. A short distance later, 
she found the tunnel widening into a cavern dominated by rivers of 
lava cutting through the floor. No wonder it was so
hot!

"What have I gotten myself into?" wondered Elrika out loud as she 
cautiously crossed the chamber.

By now it was so hot that her armor and sword were almost burning 
to the touch.

Dropping the blade, she hastily removed her chainmail chest armor 
before it could further irritate her skin. Her breasts, now drenched 
with sweat, were only covered by a thin layer of cloth. As she 
reached down to unbuckle her belt and chainskirt, a deep growl 
reverberated across the cavern.

Looking up, Elrika saw a large creature standing menacingly at the 
edge of one of the lava pools. Its crimson red skin rippled as it flexed 
its muscles and dug its three-clawed feet into the ground. Baring its 
large teeth in its wide maw, it bolted towards the unfortunate 
woman.

Elrika was too overcome by the heat to even attempt to fight off this 
beast. Standing there with a look of defeat on her face, she hoped for 
a quick death.

However, the creature stopped its charge just short of her, spraying 
up hot dirt in her face as it halted.

As she stared at the large creature with her blurry vision, she began 
to feel faint. Her world rapidly went black and she passed out from 
the heat.

			*	*	*

When Elrika awoke, she immediately noticed that she was in a cooler 
area.

Opening her eyes, she could see that she was lying on the ground 
next to an underground stream. The lava creature was hovering 
above her, its large nostrils inhaling her scent with a loud sniffing 
sound. Her body was so exhausted that when she attempted to move, 
the pain caused her moan loudly. The beast jumped back quickly at 
the sound and eyed her curiously.

What's going to happen to me!?, thought Elrika, her current situation 
not very appealing.

The creature's face seemed to express contentment as it reached 
down towards Elrika. Its large hands could barely work the clasp of 
her belt and it took several minutes before it could unsecure her 
chainmail skirt. Elrika prayed in her mind to her gods for death, it 
was better than what she'd just realized was
about to happen.

Her body too sore to move, she could nothing but lay there as the 
beast lowered its maw towards her chest. Taking the fabric across 
her chest in its mouth, it lifted its head, tearing the cloth and 
exposing her chest. Her full, curvaceous breasts rose up and down 
gently from Elrika’s heavy breathing. She turned her head and closed 
her eyes in disgust, thinking that if she didn’t watch, it would
somehow make things different.

The creature's skin was hot to the touch, causing her to gasp as its 
hand closed over her right breast. The beast’s powerful hand 
caressed her soft skin for several minutes while grunting soft growls 
of approval. Lowering its head back down towards the woman, the 
creature licked her chest, dragging its wide tongue in one motion 
from her stomach all the way to her neck, leaving behind a
thick layer of mucus covering her body. As the creature's hands 
groped at her chest, the thick mucus lubricated them, causing his 
hands to slide along her flesh as easily as if she were covered in 
grease.

All this time, Elrika wished she could do something to stop this 
violation of her body, but her arms lay still by her sides, they 
seemed as heavy as iron.

The creature then stopped fondling her breasts and wrapped its 
claws around her knees. Her legs bent as the creature lifted them by 
her knees and let go.

Her strength gone, her legs fell open, leaving her lying on the floor 
looking like a lusting whore. Her thin panties were easily torn away, 
revealing her sweat soaked blonde bush to the beast.

Again Elrika gasped at the creatures touch. Its moist tongue now 
pressed firmly against the soft hair between her legs. The powerful 
tongue slid along her cunt and thighs, sampling her wares. Her body 
had begun to show signs of stimulation from the attentions of the 
creature. Elrika felt ashamed at this, how could her body betray her 
like this? She couldn’t enjoy this, could she? This was wrong, she 
must not enjoy it, no matter what. 

Gritting her teeth, she  concentrated on other times and places, trying 
to ignore what was happening here.

Despite her efforts, her cunt produced its sweet honey for the 
creature. Its hands now cupped her shapely ass while its tongue 
probed into her pussy and along her firm, buttery thighs, stopping at 
the tops of her tall boots.

Pools of saliva now collected on the ground between her legs, 
dripping off her wet cunt while the creature slurped between her 
thighs to its heart content.

"Uhhhh... Mmmmm." Elrika began to moan without even realizing it.
Opening her eyes suddenly, her face became red with shame. 

I'm enjoying this!? What kind of sick person am I? Her concentration 
was broken, however, when the creature's tongue dove deep inside 
her.

"Yesssss," moaned Elrika, her body jerking momentarily from the 
stimulation.

The creature stopped suddenly, leaving Elrika confused for several 
moments.

Looking up, she could see the creature’s penis standing erect. Wow! 
It was huge!

Her senses slowly returning to her, Elrika felt shamed again. 

I guess I deserve whatever happens to me. I can't believe I enjoyed 
being eaten out by this beast.

Elrika batted her eyes, trying to hold back tears of guilt while the 
creature positioned itself. Elrika gritted her teeth and hissed loudly 
as she tried to accommodate the sheer size of the cock embedding 
itself inside her. The thick, hot meat slowly slid inch after inch into 
her slim body, stretching her cunt painfully wide open.

Finally the creature was completely inside her, its testicles pressing 
hard against her stiffened cunt. Elrika opened her eyes and stared 
into the large, round ones of her rapist. The two sat still like this for 
several minutes, Elrika becoming increasingly relaxed by the warmth 
of the member inside of her.

Then the creature began to move, its cock sliding in and out of her.
Relaxed, Elrika felt no pain, but rather an intense pleasure as she was 
taken. She could feel each ripple on his cock slide across her skin as 
he slowly moved inside her. The warmth of his hips as they pressed 
against her thighs soothed her.

Elrika's mouth hung open as she eyed her lover and moaned in lust. 
The creature slowly quickened the pace of its thrusts until he was 
ramming into her. The cavern was soon filled with the sounds of 
Elrika's moans and the slapping of the creature against her cunt.

Orgasm quickly approached for Elrika. Her whole body tensed up
uncontrollably and her head tilted back. Her mouth wide open, a 
drawn out moan escaped her lips. The last of her energy was now 
drained. Elrika's body loosened up and went slack. The beast 
continued to take her, undaunted in its efforts.

Unaware of how long the creature had been fucking her, Elrika lay
submissively while the beast enjoyed her body. She felt the 
creatures claws grab her waist and squeeze tightly. With a firm grip 
on her, the creature held himself inside.

Barely aware of what was going on by now, Elrika could feel a deep 
warmth come over her as she felt a hot fluid fill her. After several 
minutes of resting, she felt the beast's withdrawal from inside her.

Opening her eyes, Elrika could see several more creatures, similar to 
the one she'd just fucked, standing over her.

"Not again," she sighed as she was lifted up off the floor. She was 
placed on her knees, her chest resting on a large rock. Again she
felt powerful hands wrap around her waist, soon followed by 
penetration. Her body gently rocked from the force of the beast’s 
motions.

Looking up, she saw another of the beasts standing mere inches from 
her face, gripping its cock in its hand. Grabbing her skull with its 
other hand, it guided her towards its cock. Elrika obediently opened 
her mouth, letting the cock probe inside. The warm skin tasted 
wonderful and Elrika welcomed the invasion, her cheeks caving in as 
she sucked on the head of the penis. Her tongue eagerly explored the 
shaft for several minutes before she could no longer resist the
urge to force the cock down her throat. Tilting her head forward, she 
took the creatures whole erection into her mouth, her lips pressing 
against the beast's testicles.

Again, hot semen filled her cunt, much of it spilling out and running 
down her legs. Without giving the poor girl any time to rest, another 
beast entered her.

Elrika, however, was concentrating on the cock in her mouth as she 
slid her soft lips along the shaft of the hot meat. Her efforts were 
soon rewarded when the cock quivered and squirted a huge load of 
cum into her mouth. Elrika gladly swallowed it all, despite how it 
burned her throat, and stared up lustfully at the creature as it 
withdrew from her mouth.

And so it continued; the several dozen beasts all having their fun 
with Elrika before at last giving her time to sleep. They would repeat 
the process until she finally gave birth to one of their kind.

			*	*	*

The day was a somber one for the inhabitants of the hospice.

While the priestesses mourned the lost Sister Ana, Juana stayed in 
her room the entire time; it would be impossible to hide her now 
much younger appearance, and it would raise too many questions 
she dared not answer.

When Uley and Elrika did not return from their expedition, Sister 
Teresa and her confidants (she had told all that she trusted not to 
inform Juana) bore the additional burden of remorse for probable 
fates of the warriors.

That evening marked the surprise arrival of Dieter von Middenheim, 
one of Altdorf's highest-ranking constables. Sister Heidi, who had 
been at the hospice for five years, greeted him at the main gate.

"Greetings, Sister," said Dieter. "I'm searching for two local 
mercenaries who were seen last night talking to one of your sisters. I 
need to question them and am here to ask if you know of their 
whereabouts."

"Do come in, Constable. There are terrible happenings here that you 
should be informed of," invited Heidi, opening the door for the tall, 
imposing man to enter.

Throwing his travelling cape to the side, he revealed his leather 
armor and multiple blades to the priestess. Taking several seconds to 
look around, he  finally began walking towards the kitchen, the 
location of which he knew from previous visits to the hospice.

"Actually, Sister, I haven't eaten a thing since noon. Before we get
started, why don't you be a good girl and make me some supper."

Heidi grumbled a little bit at the strong suggestion, but nonetheless 
led the nobleman towards the dining area.

			*	*	*

As midnight approached, Juana remained fully awake. Having 
removed all of her clothing, she stood naked in front of her mirror, 
wondering (hoping!) if she would again grow younger. Sure enough, 
when the appointed hour came, the strange sensation ran through 
her and her body underwent changes before her eyes.

Her breasts rose, losing all of their middle-aged sag and regaining 
their youthful glory and size. Her remaining wrinkles disappeared 
and her skin became smooth, positively radiating its creamy beauty. 
Her hair grew longer and lost its grey streaks, becoming the lovely 
raven tresses of so many years ago.

Unable to contain her joy at the sight of herself, Juana burst into a
brilliant smile as she admired her gloriously young figure. Almost 
immediately, however, movement in the mirror prompted her to 
turn around.

Once again, the smoky figure swirled into being before her, and 
began to speak in its soothing, seductive voice.

"I see that you do like your new body. But if you want to keep it you 
must follow my instructions," informed the smoky figure. "Take 
several candles and pieces of chalk down to the cellar storeroom. 
Draw a summoning pentagram and place a candle at each point. Then 
get on your knees and bow to your new master. Praise the name of 
Slaneesh and forsake Shallya. Do this, and you will be rewarded for 
your submission to the Lord of Pleasure. Do not, and you will be
alone, trapped once again in an old, decrepit shell for what little time 
is left you. The choice is yours...." 

The last sentence came seemingly from the air, as the figure faded 
and was gone. Juana stood still for several minutes, unable to move 
while she contemplated her terrible choices. Why was she even 
remotely attracted by this creature's offer?

Slaneesh was not someone she wanted to associate with under any
circumstances, let alone worship. But maybe deep within her soul 
was a different person that she had been suppressing all these years. 

In any event, despite the fact that her internal debate still raged, she 
finally moved, almost without conscious thought, and soon found 
herself descending the stairs to the cellar, carrying the candles and 
chalk she would need. She was only vaguely aware that she had 
failed to put on any clothing. 

Bolting the door to the small storeroom, Juana began preparations for 
the ritual, still not convinced that she would actually perform it. 

Several tables and crates had to be cleared from the center of the 
room to make a large enough space for the pentagram. Once that was 
completed, she carefully she drew the summoning circle on the stone 
floor and placed the five candles in their proper positions.

Then she stood, staring at the pentagram, still torn by indecision. One 
part of her insisted seductively that she kneel and begin the ritual, 
claiming her prize of youth; but the other part of her screamed in 
defiance that no reward was worth the price of becoming a servant 
of chaos.

And then, at that moment, the decision was taken out of her hands. 
The storeroom door burst open with a tremendous crash, the old 
deadbolt unable to hold against the force exerted on it. Having been 
informed by Sister Heidi of the horrible events of the last two days, 
the Constable had taken it upon himself to patrol the hospice, and 
had spotted the naked Juana on her way to the cellar.

Now he forced his way into the room, took one glance at the 
compromised High Priestess and shouted, "Die! You whore of chaos!"

Juana jumped with fright. This crazed man was going to kill her! 
Charging the startled woman, Dieter plunged his sword deep into her 
stomach. Juana staggered back from the pain, as Dieter pulled his 
weapon out of her to ready another strike. Looking down, however, 
Juana was astonished to see no blood; in fact, despite the awful pain, 
there was no wound at all.

*Kill him!* sounded a voice in her head. *Kill or be killed.*

Reacting more from instinct than anything else, Juana lunged 
forward and swung her fist at Dieter, a look of anger on her face. To 
her astonishment, her blow knocked the Constable across the room, 
where he slammed hard into the stone wall and slumped to the floor 
unconscious. Juana stood silently, staring at her hands, the pain in 
her stomach rapidly fading away.

"Could I have done that?"

*Finish him,* sounded the voice in her mind. *Use his blood for 
nourishment.*

Though she was still a little dazed, Juana realized she now didn't 
have much choice. If this fanatical witch hunter lived, she would die 
at his hands.

And she now knew that life was what she wanted more than 
anything. Reluctantly, she knelt down, lifted his arm and pressed his 
wrist to her lips, biting into his flesh. She was surprised at how easily 
the skin broke beneath her teeth, and at how sweet his blood tasted, 
which she began swallowing with abandon as it flowed into her 
mouth. Dieter’s body began to wither as the life was sucked out of
him, his skin pulling taunt against his bones until nothing was left 
but a desiccated husk.

When she could drain him no further, Juana dropped the withered 
arm and sat back, staring at Dieter's body, overwhelmed by what she 
had just done to it.

"I have plummeted farther than I could ever imagine. I deserve 
whatever happens to me now."

Before Juana had any more time to reflect on the recent events, the
summoning circle she had drawn let out a loud bang and released a 
large puff of smoke from each of its lines. Juana fell flat to the 
ground and covered her eyes as a bright, crimson red glow began to 
emanate from the center of the circle. She squinted as she attempted 
to see what was happening. Flames leapt up from the ground and 
Juana could feel their heat on her face and hands.

Then, suddenly, everything returned to normal. The smoke and 
flames were gone
.
However, in their place stood a horrific sight....

To be continued....

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