After an hour of napping, Zero awoke to hear someone whispering her "Diablo 2" screen name. "Zero… oh, Zero…" Wondering who could be in her room, Zero looked up and saw a form leaning over her. It appeared to be Mephisto, the demon from Act 3 of Diablo 2, a computer game she liked to play. Assuming she was just dreaming, she rubbed her eyes and sat up and it turned out that the Lord of Hatred himself, this demon of hate was really standing right in her room. He offered his hand to her, and she took hold of it. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled by some strange force to be with him. She had seen him on her computer screen many times before, glowing with an aura of electricity, his lips parted in a half sneer. He was a powerful demon, and always killed her characters in one hit if she let them get too close on the screen.
As she took his hand, Zero found that he felt warm and tender, almost hypnotic. He drew her close to his body, and suddenly, in a flash of light, Zero found herself in the middle of a dark room. It appeared to be a sort of dungeon, but was also partly a bedroom by the looks of it, for in the middle there was a nicely made bed with black sheets and pillows on it. The floor was cold hard stone, and the walls were stone as well. Torches were lit on each wall, illuminating Zero and the Lord of Hate in a soft orange, almost romantic and yet sinister, glow.
Zero looked inquisitively up at Mephisto, and he grinned evilly at her. "You thought you could fuck with me in the game and not expect to get fucked in return?" he said to her in a not so nice tone.
"I know what you're thinking every time you play that stupid game, you think you're just going to march in here with your powerful weapons and destroy me so that you can loot my body and take all of my gold and my magical and rare items. Well, now you don't have any of your fancy weapons, all you have is yourself, and I plan to take full advantage of your human weakness."
Zero stepped back in fear. The look of pure hatred in his eyes was frightening. He gave her another menacing smile and began to advance slowly towards her. Frantically looking around, Zero spotted a door. She ran for it and tried desperately to open it. It was locked. She glanced back at Mephisto and he was walking slowly toward her, enjoying her fear, knowing that there was no way she would escape him and his evil plans for her.
Succumbing finally to her defeat, she stopped pulling at the door and let Mephisto's hands drag her back to the bed. Violently, he thrust her upon it, and then in one swift movement was on top of her, his face close to hers.
She looked straight into his face. "You awful demon," Zero snarled, and to this, she received a hard slap in the face.
"Shut up." Mephisto growled. With one finger, he began to trace down her body, beginning at her lips, and going down her breasts to her thighs. "If you scream, nobody will come for you, and if you try to struggle, you'll only end up hurt, so I suggest you lay still and enjoy it." Then, slowly, he drew a small knife from his pocket and began to slice her T-shirt off. He left her skirt and bra on as he began to lick her neck, nibbling at her, and making his way down her stomach as she whimpered his name. She had fantasized about this moment before, wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a powerful being like Mephisto, but then, it had only been a fantasy, a sexual fantasy that should not ever become real. Unfortunately, this was reality.
Mephisto lay right on top of her, and began to grind his now hard cock into her pussy. Even though their clothing, Zero could tell that he was huge, and rock hard. He began pushing against her in a rhythmic motion, all the wile whispering vile threats into her ears. "I'm going to get revenge on you for what you have done to me in your silly game you cunt. I'm going to use my ultimate weapon of darkness, my own cock, to destroy every part of your being. I will rape every part of you, till you have given yourself over to me, and even then, I shall not stop until I have been thoroughly satisfied by the pleasures which your body has to offer, and honestly, from the looks of you, I may just want to keep you around for my pleasure for the rest of your life. You will not sleep without feeling my cock inside of you, nor will you bathe without me watching you. You shall not experience any sensation of pleasure or pain unless it is by my hand, do you understand my little fuck slave? You belong to me now."