Chapter 3 The Trap is Sprung
Stacey pulled up to the warehouse, driving slowly with her lights turned off. She looked around, but there didn't seem to be any guards outside. If Lord Larzaius' cult was here, they sure were playing it inconspicuous. She got out of her car, unaware that Larzaius had ordered his cult to hold back; he wanted to keep his enemy off her guard, but they were watching. She drew her sword and walked with it two-handed, held outward; her back was arched perfectly as she took cautious steps towards the warehouse doors.
She heard muffled steps and saw two men that Lord Larzaius had sent to ambush her; obviously he didn't want it to be too easy. They attacked with blades drawn, much like Laertes did in Hamlet. She moved swiftly and quickly, a powerful twist of her tiny, agile body decapitated the man to her left. The man at the right lunged at her, trying to impale her with his blade. She pirouetted gracefully to the side; she knocked the blade out of his hand and forced the tip of her blade at his throat, freezing him in place "Who is your master?"
"Lord Larzaius, he said to deal with you before you could stop the sacrifice."
"There will be no sacrifices tonight! Who do they have?" She demanded.
"Your friends, stupid fool; you should have made better efforts to protect them." The henchman said, his voice filled with arrogance and conviction. Shock washed across her face, her eyes fixed on him with rage. "But he won't sacrifice them right away, first he'll have his fun."
"Who do they have?" She pushed the blade in, just barely cutting his skin; he was the only thing in the world to her right now and she was pulsing with anger.
"Your roommate and photographer friend." He reached for a dagger under his robes.
She looked down for a moment, knowing he must be telling the truth. He lunged at her with the dagger; she dodged just in time, but not without losing her balance and stumbling slightly. His attack resulted in a huge slice torn out of the left side of her top, exposing more of her tight, purple bra. Blood trickled down his blade and she realized she'd been cut. The man smiled and shifted his balance for his next attack. Fuelled by the stinging but superficial pain, she lunged forward with her sword with an uncanny amount of force. She impaled him, slashing up the front of his torso, tearing his body in half. The body fell to the ground; his last thought being that he had accomplished his mission, the poison was in her system now.
She ran toward the door, kicking it open wide, strutting forward with purpose. The whole warehouse had been altered to look like a medieval dungeon. Her attention was drawn to a large stone table; her roommate was in the centre, sucking the cock of one of the clans' men. "Yes Professor, I understand." She murmured with lust, as another fucked her up the ass.
"Belinda, no!" She heard a noise and looked to the right; it was Eva on her knees, her clothes had been torn to shreds. She was squatting, stroking the cock of one of Larzaius' demons.
"Please Master Pogo, I need your cum. I 'll do anything; I'll be your whore, just give me your cum" The demon stepped closer and she began sucking him off, hungrily
"N-not you too, Eva." A howling cackle split the air and Stacey could see the source of her friends' sexual humiliation. He was sitting on a throne, farthest from her in the room; he was a red, spindly demon with a long tail. His tongue forked, and he had a huge phallus.
"Welcome, Hunter." He crooned.
"Larzaius! You've gone too far!" She cried angrily.
