Chapter One: Devoured at the Bar

Han's Bar was the center of the Vigoor Empires underground intelligence network. One could fill a thousand volumes with all the dirty little secrets in its gaudy interior. If you did, you wouldn't even scratch the surface on what went on inside. Rachel wasn't here to trade information or even to get it.

She was here for a drink.

Rachel was a statuesque woman with blonde hair tied behind her head. Her eyes were blue and on her head was a circlet of crystal. Two jade earrings were on her ears, and her skin was of perfect pale complexion. Not that it was her skin which most people paid attention to, although quite a lot of it was showing. And what was concealed was concealed in such a way as to attract attention to her curvaceous form.

She had two enormous breasts packed into a one piece studded leather outfit. It bared her stomach and a lot of cleavage. Her every move drew further attention to the way her tits jiggled, and she had an ass to match. Her pouty lips were painted red. Her legs had leather stockings on them reaching up to her shapely thighs. They ended in high heeled boots.

Overall she appeared more suited to dancing on one of the poles now occupied by some less comely woman. Her actual employment seemed far-fetched in comparison. But appearances could be deceiving, and Rachel was a deadly efficient fiend hunter. She'd had to be to survive as long as she had.

She sat down on one of the seats and set aside her massive axe, before tapping the bartender on the shoulder. He turned to face her, taking a moment to check out her cleavage on reflex. It was a reaction Rachel was well used to by now, so it didn't bother her. 'Get me the strongest drink you have.'

'You sure?' asked the barkeep, sounding doubtful. 'We sell some pretty strong stuff here; you should start off with something a little milder.'

'I can handle it, trust me.' said Rachel with a smile.

'Alright,' he said, 'one Emperor's special coming right up.'

He opened a bottle and poured it into a glass of crystal, before sliding it across the table to her. Rachel picked it up and sipped the drink. Any ordinary person would have been affected. But it would take more than a few sips for Rachel to get even a mild buzz. One of the advantages of her bloodline was the fact that alcohol didn't really phase her any. Turning round in her seat with the cup held in one gloved hand. She watched the various people going about their business, scheming and plotting.

Then there was a sound of shattering glass. Someone screamed, and a roar resounded throughout the bar. A massive red dinosaur creature, a gahruhlas, appeared from nowhere. It leaped over the bar to savage the bartender. The patrons screamed in horror and fled out the doors in a panic, trampling each other in the process.

Rachel went for her axe. Yet even as her hand grasped it, the creature lashed out with its tail. It sent her and the war hammer flying in different directions. Winded, it took a moment for Rachel to recover. By then the gahrulas was approaching her while licking its chops. Rachel stood up and made a run for her axe, but the creature lunged first and bowled her over.

Rachel hit the ground as the last of the patrons fled from the club. Rachel struggled to get to her feet. Yet the creature was on her, forcing her to the ground with one claw. It was then that she noticed something long, bulging and thick sticking out from under it. A gigantic lower limb l was standing erect. It reached out to lick her across the face with its tongue.

Rachel struggled in disgust, yet at the same time, she found a feral rush arising inside her blood. Her eyes locked on the length before her. Moments later the gahruhlas began to tear off her clothes. It ripped off the leather over her cunt before grabbing her legs in its claws. It pushed them back, so they were over her head. Rachel tried to break free, but her struggles came to an abrupt end when the gahrulas defiled her. The force of it knocked the wind from her as Rachel let out a scream. In and out of her the creature stabbed at her. Its claws tore off the rest of her outfit, letting her massive tits bounce freely in the air.

Rachel found her fiend blood arising within her, and she wanted to feel horror. She wanted to hate what was happening to her, hate that she had lost her virginity to this monster! Instead, she found herself enjoying the sensation. Already her screams were turning to pleasured moans. Her struggles were beginning to subside. She needed to get free of this thing before she lost all control of herself!

The Fiend Hunter reached out with both hands to try and push the creature from her body. With a mighty heave, Rachel pulled herself off it and threw it off her. Now free, she scrambled for her axe. She came within a few feet of it, and her fingers brushed up against it. Then she was forced to the ground by the gahrulas. Her arms were grabbed and put behind her back, and she could only stare at her axe, just beyond her reach.

Suddenly she felt the monster press itself against her behind. Rachel's eyes widened. 'No! You can't-' Then she gasped as it plunged into her ass. The size stretched her to the limit as it began to pound from the other side with even greater fury than before. Its drool dripped down onto the Fiend Hunters skin as it fulfilled dark fantasies.

Her moans grew louder and louder, and her tongue lagged out of her mouth as she was pummeled relentlessly. She couldn't get free, couldn't escape, couldn't do anything but lie there and take it. And the fiend part of her loved every second of it.

The gahruhlas moaned, and Rachel felt it unleashing its lust. As it spilled its passion into her body, her tongue lagged out of her mouth. She panted like a dog. The pleasure she had felt before was becoming all-consuming. She could think of nothing beyond the sensation. With a cry, Rachel found her own lust unleashed. Then she fell limp.

The creature pulled out of her and paced around the fallen fiend hunter, nudging her with its mouth. Rachel could do nothing but lie there, exhausted and helpless. Gradually she began to stand before the creature grabbed her in its claws. With its lust satiated, she now faced another kind of sin. Gluttony. It threw her into the air and opened its maw wide.

Rachel had a glimpse of its razor sharp teeth and lolling tongue as she fell. Then she plunged past them into the creature's throat. For a moment she grabbed its tongue, desperately trying to force it not to swallow her down as her legs kicked. Her sexy rear was half out of the monster's mouth. The tongue licked her between her legs, tasting her a final time.

Then it gulped. Once, then again, then a final third time. Rachel lost her grip and was sent tumbling into its body.

She landed hard and came to a rest within its stomach in utter darkness. She could feel at her feet liquid. Yet it wasn't stomach acid. Fiends did not digest their prey like ordinary creatures, she remembered. Instead, they absorbed them into their body. Their spirit was imprisoned in the flesh of the beast itself. Most were lucky to be torn apart as they were devoured, then at least their souls would escape.

Rachel felt the water rising, and suddenly her arms were gripped by tentacles. They were pulled to either side above her. Her legs were also gripped, and she was soon standing in a spread eagle position. The liquid went higher and higher. Soon Rachel would be a part of the gahruhlas. She felt the tentacles digging into her skin, and looking up saw that they were not digging in, but merging.

Her hands were merging with the tentacles, and so were her feet. Soon she was no longer being held in a spread eagle position. Instead, her four limbs had become tentacles attached to the walls of the stomach.

The water was rising now up to her neck, and Rachel moaned as she went under. Her tentacle limbs pulled her torso up against the stomach walls. Her shoulders and thighs began to sink into them. It was both horrifying and pleasurable. Though Rachel knew she was going to cease to be, she found herself becoming wet at the prospect. The fiend part of her was delighting at nature in action.

Her shoulders and thighs had been absorbed. Now only Rachel's head, her enormous breasts, and her torso down to her groin were free. Though looking back, she saw that her huge bubble butt had been left mostly intact. And there it stopped. The water drained out, and Rachel tried to struggle. Yet she didn't have anything to struggle with. All she succeeded in doing was making her massive tits jiggle. If only there was someone to see it. That was all she could do now.

Tentacles descended to torment her nipples, yanking on them causing her to shriek. Then they clamped down and began to suck on them. Rachel felt her milk being drawn out from her breasts. Meanwhile, other tentacles came out and plunged into her.

As her torment went on Rachel realized what was to happen to her. She wasn't going to die here; she was going to exist here. She would be trapped in a prison of pleasured flesh, independent of will yet unable to act in any way. Merely living on as she was toyed with. Her human side was writhing. Her fiendish half, having long since merged with the gahrulas, hungered for more. It tormented her. But it would not desire her. Her fiendish blood enjoyed the misery she experienced. Her unwanted pleasure was like food to it.

She was helpless to escape it. And it would never devour her.

Rachel lifted her head as much as she could and screamed in pleasure and despair. A massive orgasm went through what was left of her body. Then she fell into blissful unconsciousness. When she awoke, she would still be here.

Meanwhile, outside of her, the gahrulas sapped the fiend hunters power. It grew to nearly four times its normal size. Its skin became purple, and it roared to the sky. The Fiend Hunter had been an excellent meal. And the tormenting of her spirit would provide it with many years of entertainment, so long as no one slew it.

With that done, it moved on, searching for yet more prey to fill its belly with.

Authors Note:

So you know which character is sexy beyond belief? Rachel from Ninja Gaiden. You know which character has a distressingly low amount of erotic material based on her? Rachel from Ninja Gaiden. This fanfic is meant to remedy that. And what better way to begin than with an altered version of Rachel's first scene.

I intend to include a whole bunch of different fetishes throughout the story. In each chapter, I will milk Rachel and all her scenes for as much erotic material as I can squeeze out of them.

Any suggestions are welcome. Just keep in mind that Rachel is not allowed to actually die in any of these shorts. It's allowable that she might wish she could die. But preferable that she starts enjoying herself.