Bul-kathos’ Bitch Bred [MF][Mdom][Fsub][BDSM][Fanfic]

It had been over three years since the fall of Diablo and the usurping of Malthael’s claim to power. Only a single year of peace had taken over the land before Evil itself soon challenged the Nephalem’s might once more. In fact, Stratha, the Barbarian from Mount Arreat who had slain Diablo and his horde of demons, had taken up the mantle of Guardian over the lands. It was in Arreat Crater where Stratha now sat next to a fire, her hand gently polishing her axe as Lyndon, Eirena, and Kormac lay quietly across from her. It was far from safe to have the fire blazing as it was, but not so dangerous as to warrant the Barbarian’s full attention. In fact, it had been three months since the last demon sighting in the crater, and the scouts that reported the sighting also reported the deaths of those demons. It seemed as though the world would no longer need the might of the Nephalem and Stratha began to wonder what she would do now. She had heard stories of her people planning to take back the Ruins of Sescheron and rebuild, but that battle would be an arduous and hard-fought one.

Still, Stratha knew she must remain vigilant in her hunt for Evil, the moment she wavered would be the moment the Prime Evils would return to the lands. Even as Stratha’s mind wandered, however, the flames only danced and flickered in the wind, lulling her tired mind and body into a soft sleep. She jolted herself awake, knowing that her watch was not quite over, knowing that she needed to stay awake just a while longer. The more the large, muscle-bound woman fought off sleep, the more her eyes betrayed her and grew weary. She could feel her muscles growing weak, her body growing heavy, and when she tried to look out towards her companions, she could only see their blurred outlines. With the last bit of her strength she tried to move, her body shifting, armor gently clinking and stretching against itself as the world slowly went dark.

Stratha awoke in pure darkness to an almost unbearable pain. Her eyes shooting open as she groaned out, her body fighting to defend itself, but finding each limb to be chained to a wall of fiery hot rock. Stratha could feel her large, heavy breasts moving up and down with every breath, unhindered by her chest wraps, and upon closer inspection, she realized she had been completely stripped. She realized the sharp pain had come from a rock at her side jabbing hard into her naked hip. She was without armor, without weapon, and with how weak her body still felt, she began to wonder if she’d survive this ordeal.

Surely she was in Hell itself as she quickly surveyed her surroundings. The room she was in was empty apart from a large plinth before her, a rack of various metal tools on the right wall, and the scent of burnt flesh and blood spilling into her nostrils. The distant screams of thousands of souls pierced the walls just enough to be ever audible in Stratha’s ears. Just as the Barbarian woman began to pull at the chains about her wrists, in through the door on the left side of the room came a lumbering demonic figure at least twice Stratha’s size. It’s body covered in scars, it’s red flesh glistening with fresh blood, and it’s fiery red eyes ignoring the Barbarian as it walked across the room towards the rack of tools. The creature was absolutely hideous, the more Stratha stared, the more the creature’s body seemed to grow in horrifying qualities. Its shoulders covered in bony spikes shifted as it moved, horns on either temple seemed to drip with ichor, and its jagged teeth flashed a grin as it picked up a small leather gag from the rack. Turning to Stratha, the demon grinned even wider as he noted her very palpable fear. He stepped towards her, softly cackling as he placed the gag at her lips to which Stratha clenched her teeth and held her mouth shut.

The demon laughed heartily as he enjoyed Stratha’s struggles, his eyes now staring into hers as he reeled back with a rather large fist and punched the warrior woman in her stomach. Without armor, Stratha could feel the full force of the punch as her body smashed against the rock wall behind her. With a gasp for air as her lungs emptied, the demon shoved the leather gag into Stratha’s mouth and then nodded as he turned his back to her, looking down onto the stone plinth in the center of the room. A moment passed as Stratha regained herself, still breathing deeply, but more from the rising fury within her than from pain. When the demon turned back again, Stratha met his gaze with one of hatred and rage, with only a soft chuckle, the Demon finally spoke, “Welcome, Nephalem,” his voice almost like a shout within the small room as his deep, ragged voice spoke, “Welcome to Hell. We’ve been waiting for this moment for too long. In fact, we’ve decided to punish you for making us wait.”

Without any cues, Stratha watched out of the corner of her eye as a small group of imps, unimposing and miserable looking, crowded into the room. There must’ve been eighteen in total, and all eighteen stared up at the Barbarian on the wall with a look of lust and madness. The large demon before her made a step back and grabbed at the chains at Stratha’s wrists, pulling them from the wall with great ease and guiding her body towards the stone plinth, suspended by the chains. Despite the hot air flowing in from what could only be hellfire lakes just beyond the room, the stone plinth was almost icy cold as the muscled warrior’s nipples touched the surface. Her skin beginning to shudder as she was placed face-down onto the stone edifice, her breasts pressing against the cool stone surface. Her eyes stayed focused on the demon towering over her, looking for a moment to fight back, but when she thought she had found it, the chains did little but jingle against her writhing as he secured them to spots on the front of the stone altar. “Struggle, struggle and let us enjoy your uselessness even more,” the demon growled at her before stepping towards the imps.

“You see these little ones? They will break your mind, then I will break your body. Understand?” the demon growled once more, this one commanding as Stratha turned her head to look towards the towering behemoth speaking to her. When she didn’t answer, however, a bright glimmer of green demonic energy shot through the chains and into her body, it burned and she could barely manage a scream of pain through her gag as she tried to pull her wrists from her bonds. The demon laughed gently as he heard the muffled cry of pain before asking again, “Do you understand, Nephalem? You will be our toy till Diablo himself comes for you!”

Stratha didn’t realize she had nodded, her eyes welling with tears as she could feel herself tugging at the chains harder, but feeling no give to the black iron links. With a nod, the Demon stepped back against the door as the imps began to swarm the stone plinth. Stratha had not noticed before, or maybe she had tried not to notice, but each imp had between their legs a cock fit for a warrior. The Barbarian woman had enjoyed many men before, but none as big as these weak looking imps who now went about prodding and probing every nook and cranny of her body with thick, leathery, truncheon-like dicks. One imp, who seemed more charismatic than the others, stood in front of the woman and held his hefty cock in one small hand, gently stroking it as she felt another imp climb onto her back, to substitute the leathery gag for a rather large metal ring. Stratha tried her best to fight the new gag with all her might, but it did little use as all she managed to do was writhe against the stone plinth and encourage two of the imps to bury their faces between her plump thighs and ass cheeks. Both imps began to push their tongues against her holes, serpentine, forked tongues slithering between her pussy lips and an identical one slipping into her tight asshole with little resistance. All Stratha could do was groan and writhe more against the chains, almost yelling through the metal ring before the charismatic imp filled her mouth and throat with his cock in one hearty thrust. Were it not for the metal ring holding her mouth open, the imp would have surely lost a very important appendage, but instead, Stratha gagged at the sudden intrusion and then began to taste the ashy, leathery skin that made up this petty demon’s cock.

Stratha could hardly believe what was happening to her, her eyes were beginning to well with tears, her mouth salivating around the meaty shaft that was now thrusting in and out of her throat with little to no hindrance, and worst of all, she was enjoying it. She could feel her juices beginning to flow, her body heating up as she continued to fight the imps off of her in vain attempts. The tongues in her holes began to hit every sensitive spot inside her like no other man had, in fact, it was as if the Barbarian had never been touched by a man before as she began to drool along the heavy shaft in her mouth.

With every tickling lick from the demons, Stratha felt herself growing closer to orgasm, closer to the brink of sanity as she now choked herself to get more of the imp’s cock inside her. Her eyes glazing over with lust as the low voice of the demon hulking before the doorway filled the room with his laughter. Then, it happened. The imps’ tongues vacated the warrioress’ holes and after a short moment of repositioning, the imps now held two thick dicks, much the same as the one fucking her throat, poised at her entrances. The imps cackled as they pushed the heads of their meaty rods against Stratha’s holes and pressed in. It was as if she were being entered by two horses, both girthy, both impossibly long, and both sent Stratha over the edge into a body quaking orgasm. Were it not for the massive cock buried in her throat, the Barbarian’s moans and cries of ecstasy would have been heard in New Tristram, but without giving her a moment to rest, the imps carried on their task.

Within only moments after her first orgasm, Stratha felt herself on the verge of another, her body shaking and bouncing with every harsh thrust into her body from every angle. Her lips sucking downwards to attempt to reach more of the cock that was buried in her throat, her tongue trying to pleasure the imp more as his friends slammed every last inch of their massive dicks deep into her body. The Barbarian was no longer herself, in all honesty, she knew there had to have been a curse cast upon her, but she could barely keep her mind awake let alone keep it from begging for more pleasure.

It wasn’t long before the imps began to groan and shudder with pleasure, their bodies rocking their hips harder and faster against the Barbarian’s body, and when they came, they came hard. Their seed spilling deep into the woman’s body as she herself had yet another orgasm, her body breathing heavily as she felt her insides filling with the demonic seed of the imps. She barely had time to rest as the imps traded places and another three imps filled her holes, except now, a collar was placed around the Barbarian’s neck and a lead to that which the Imp pummeling her freshly cum-filled ass was now using to steady himself. Stratha gagged once again as her throat was fucked harshly by this new imp, but more from the surprise of such violent thrusts rather than the size of him. His yellow, joy-filled eyes sparkled with lust as he stared into her eyes, Stratha’s tongue now swirling around his cock with an almost desperate need for more of the delicious demon seed in her body.

SNAP! A sharp pain spread throughout Stratha’s body, shooting from her plump ass and up into her back as an Imp stood on the plinth next to her writhing body with a leather strap, poised to strike her ass cheeks once more. SNAP! Again, she felt the pain, but this time it was mixed with pleasure. SNAP! This strike was even harder and were her mouth not eagerly struggling to suck the cock in her throat, she would have called out begging for more, but that would not have been needed as yet another strike from the leather strap lashed across her backside. Her body spasmed and wriggled in pleasure as she was used like a common whore, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she had what could have easily been her hundredth orgasm, and just as she was about to pass out from exhaustion, the imps filled her with another huge load of cum. This one seemed even more voluminous than the last, thicker, creamier, sweeter, hotter. She needed more.

Stratha’s body lay against the plinth a moment before the imps flipped her form over onto her back, her eyes watched as four imps climbed onto the plinth with her, fresh for the fucking, and took their positions, one paid no attention to the others and placed his balls onto Stratha’s eyes before stuffing every inch of his huge cock into her mouth and throat. Another imp had finally decided that Stratha’s large breasts needed to be used and so had his shaft between the heavy tits as he wrapped a rough rope around the Barbarian’s ample bosoms before tying it tight. Two Imps were now fighting over who would fuck the Nephalem’s tight pussy next, but instead of taking turns they both began to push their thick, meaty dicks into Stratha’s cum drenched mound, stretching it as much as they could while another imp simply lay under Stratha pushing his cock into her ass.

It was like a well-orchestrated dance of lustful battle, each member of this orgy of sin was using Stratha for their own pleasure, and instead of fear or pain or anger, Stratha could only beg for more pleasure from the demons who violated her holes. The whips returned once more, this time striking at her belly, clamps placed on her nipples drover her body wild as every orgasm meant that the clamps were tightened, and every thrust into her body pushed her towards a countless number of soul draining orgasms. All this while the large, hulking demon watched nearby. Another slap at Stratha’s stomach from the strap sent her over the edge once more, another tightening of the clamps. Surely the demons had been fucking her body for hours, but even if they had, Stratha would not have known exactly for how long. In fact, she no longer felt tired or hungry, she just felt the need for more demonic essence, it fueled her every action as she now thrust her hips at the two big dicked imps, begging for more cum from them. Her muscles tightened, her body glistening with sweat as finally every imp had filled her or covered her with his seed.

As the imps piled off of Stratha’s cum-drenched body, she began to look desperately towards the large demon standing before the door. She could no longer control herself, and given that her body felt hot with need, she moaned to him. How long had she been in the room, how long had he been silent, surely he could not resist taking a taste of his body for himself. Still, he stood there silently as the imps shuffled out of the room, sighing in ecstatic relief. Slowly, the demon stepped over towards her, Stratha’s mind forcing her to produce a moan of need in his direction as the steel ring in her mouth kept actual words from flowing. He stepped past her, moving towards the rack of tools on the wall, slowly inspecting each one as he moved at a turtle’s pace.

“Your mind has been broken, your body comes next, but I want to savor this,” the Demon spoke in his same, low, gravely voice. His hand reaching for a tool from the rack before slowly turning towards Stratha as she lay on the plinth, desperately trying to rub her sopping thighs together to give herself pleasure.

“What shall we do now? Shall I make you wait, make you starve for more seed? Or would you like me to punish you more?”

Stratha’s eyes went wide at the thought of being forced to wait for more pleasure, for more cum, and even as he spoke, her body began to burn with the need to be touched. The Demon laughed heartily as he saw the Barbarian’s eyes shoot open at his threats, he was enjoying this moment more and more with every waking breath, and as he turned back towards tool rack, he reached for the handle of a cat-o’-nine-tails. Turning to the Barbarian, he brandished the whip in front of her face with a deep, vicious chortle, “What do you think? Will this do for punishment?”

Stratha felt her head nodding, there was no way she could stop herself from nodding, in fact, she didn’t want to stop herself from nodding; she wanted to be punished. Within the span of a blink of an eye, the whip cracked down against her body. Stratha screamed out in pain before her body shook with pleasure, her eyes stayed focused on the hulking monstrosity before her, but could hardly see the moment when he struck her, only feeling the pain from the whips lashing at her skin. Every lash brought a howl of pleasure from her splayed lips, her eyes winced shut for only a moment before shooting open once more, and her breathing and heartbeat raced. Stratha hadn’t noticed the huge bulge forming beneath the Demon’s loincloth, but after a few more whips and a few more screams of ecstasy, there was nothing else she could notice. His cock was massive, easily as large as her torso and almost equine in form with what could only be described as fleshy spikes following its length along the sides. The first thought to enter Stratha’s mind was that there would be no way that monster’s cock would fit inside her, then second thought was the burning need to have it stuffed in every hole she could.

The Demon cackled in its deep bellowing way, his eyes stuck firmly onto the face of Stratha as she gazed upon his demonic fuckstick. The cat-o-nine-tails slapped sharply across Stratha’s bare, heaving breasts with a ferocity that made the Barbarian’s body bounce off the table from sheer force. Her nipples stung, but Stratha only wanted more, her body aching to be ravaged. Still, the Demon teased her, toyed with her as he whipped her thighs, then her abs, then her breasts, and then finally just as she thought he were about to hit her face, the strike never came. In fact, the Demon had turned his back to her and placed the cat-o-nine-tails back onto the rack of tools, then turned back towards Stratha with another wicked grin on his vicious face. Stratha’s body writhed in need, her eyes staring wantonly into the Demon’s fiery gaze before finally he raised his right hand and summoned forth the same demonic energy that had burned Stratha’s body when the imps first arrived. This moment was no different as the demonic energy in the Demon’s hand shot through the chains about the Barbarian’s wrists and sent waves of pure pain throughout her body. Stratha’s eyes filled with tears as her body clenched in pain, but despite the agony, she soon felt the pleasure coursing through her very soul.

Stratha lay in a sweaty heap upon the stone plinth, body drenched in a mixture of demonic seed, sweat, dirt, and ash. Her eyes barely slits as she shuddered uncontrollably against the still cold surface of the altar. As Stratha’s breath came to her in gulping heaves through the iron ring, the Demon positioned himself at her head, gripping her about the throat with one massive hand, and pulling her towards him. With her head hanging off the edge of the altar, the Demon reached into her mouth and pulled the ring free before pressing the tip of his massive cock against her open mouth. Stratha had hardly a moment to breathe let alone a moment to rest her jaw before the impossibly large flared tip of the Demon’s nob filled her mouth and began to stretch her jaw even wider than the imps had. Her body jerked, finding some lost energy as she attempted to pull away from the Demon’s invading member only to find her tongue eagerly lapping at the slit of the heavy cock. Every time her tongue slipped into the large piss slit, Stratha managed to scoop from it a dollop of what could only be described as thick pre-cum.

There was no way that the Demon could fit the cock into her Stratha’s mind reasoned through a hazy cloud of wanton lust, the idea of his massive dick pounding was more enticing by the moment though. Stratha pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind as she sucked more of the head into her mouth. Her tongue lashed over as much of the flared head as she could manage, her eyes shut in concentration and enjoyment as her nose took in the overpowering scent of the Demon’s musk. It was intoxicating, her body aching for more seed, but the Demon had other ideas. Without saying a word, his massive cock pulled from her mouth and slapped across her face. Reaching down to the clamps holding tightly onto the Barbarian’s nipples, the Demon tightened them more and sending a wave orgasmic pleasure through Stratha’s body. She shuddered as the hulking monstrosity standing over her chortled in delight, watching as her body quaked. As the orgasm subsided, Stratha watched as her Demonic torturer moved towards her feet, and pulled her towards him once more, this time letting her legs drape off the edge of the stone plinth.

Stratha’s hands tugged at the chain bindings at her wrists, she knew what was coming next, and with very little ado, the Demon gripped the length of his shaft, pressed the head of his cock against the human’s cum-dripping cunt, and pushed forward roughly. Stratha screamed in pain, her body trying to accommodate the size of the invading cock, and her mind only being able to envision being torn in half by a demon’s prick. The Demon began his thrusts regardless of Stratha’s cries, pumping his cock deeper and faster into the Barbarian’s impossibly stretched hole. It felt as though minutes were slipping into hours inside Stratha’s mind, the pain seemingly unbearable until it was replaced with unbelievable pleasure. With a huge clawed hand, The Demon reached down for the leash hanging from Stratha’s neck and clutched it tightly, pulling at the leather lead as he thrust into the Barbarian’s womb with wreckless abandon. Stratha’s body was now feeling nothing but pure pleasure as she bucked her hips back against the huge cock, begging for more inside her.

Stratha felt her body convulsing and shuddering, a massive orgasm for every thrust into her womb, and a cry of pleasure for every mind shattering orgasm. Her tongue instinctively wet her lips as her body ached for the imps to come back and join them. Stratha looked up into the Demon’s gaze as he stared at her pleasure-riddled face and his eyes beamed back with a merciless lust. His cock slammed into her harder when their eyes met, his balls slapping hard against her thighs as he taunted her, “Look, Nephalem, watch as I break your body and make you mine. Watch and despair as I breed you like the whore you have always been!”

With every syllable his booming voice shouted at her, Stratha felt her mind slipping away, felt her body growing more and more hungry for pleasure. Stratha had zero strength left in her, her mind barely hanging on to the mere idea of staying conscious, and when the Demon gripped her head in a viciously clawed hand, she had no strength to resist him as he forced her to watch him stuff his massive cock into her body. Looking down towards the Demon’s hips, Stratha watched in disbelief as every thrust caused her stomach to bulge, her abdomen to contort against the massive shaft. Her mind could easily make out the exact features of the Demon’s flared head pushed up towards her heavy bouncing breasts, she could almost make out the veins along the shaft pulsating beneath her skin. Every thrust into her seemed to speed up and push harder, with every thrust, Stratha pulled hard at her restraints, begging to give the Demon more pleasure.The Demon’s cock seemed to grow inside her, swelling and stretching her body to its limits as her body went limp. The once proud Barbarian now watched as her stomach bulged around the giant demonic fuckstick ramming into her, her vision growing darker, seeming to tunnel inwards around the sickening sight of her body being raped by the Demon.

She was little more than a fuck puppet, her mind barely holding onto consciousness as waves of orgasms rolled through her body with no signs of stopping. Just as Stratha began to feel the darkness of her mind closing in around her, an eruption of hot, thick demonic seed began to fill her womb, bloating her stomach to motherly proportions. The only feelings Stratha could comprehend were satisfaction, fulfillment, and bliss. The Demon howled with laughter as his balls spilled their contents into his new cum bucket, and as Stratha’s mind finally lost its battle to stay awake, the Demon let her body fall to the stone edifice. With her eyes little more than slits and quickly losing consciousness, Stratha the mighty Barbarian watched as a demon at least twice the size of the first stepping into the room with his massive cock in hand.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5tiyz6/bulkathos_bitch_bred_mfmdomfsubbdsmfanfic

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  1. So, I’ve been playing a lot of Diablo 3, and I wrote a thing. So, yeah, hope y’all enjoy!

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