Chapter 3: The Alchemist and the Golem

After losing poor Seung Mina in the entryway, Ivy made her way down the only pathway available to her. The long hallway that lead to the temple's east wing. However she didn't find a stairway like she expected, instead the pathway began to curl and descend, the a spiral downward. The further down she traveled the hotter the air became, and it was dry, much more like an oven than a sauna. Each time she came around a curve it was sharper than the last until abruptly she reached an opening in the floor. A small metal ladder lead below, into darkness.

Stepping down the ladder into the darkness, Ivy immediately noticed the intense quiet. The clip of her high heeled boots on the ladder sounded as loud as the clash of blade on blade. She felt relief as her boot finally touched stone. She turned and tried to see anything through the only blackness.

"Welcome companion." A deep, slow voice boomed from across the darkness. "I am rude, let me greet you properly".

A spark of light flashed from across the hall, the spark spread in a line across from Ivy and moved horizontally across the wall. As the flame began illuminating the darkness Ivy could see it must have been an indentation cut about halfway up the wall and filled with oil. Soon the line of flames circled the entire room and Ivy got a good look at her host.

It was Astaroth. The monstrous golem who had once served Nightmare alongside her. Before he had been a creature of clay and stone, animated using dark magic and formed to look like a towering man. This time she could feel a shard of Soul Edge, the same feeling that resonated within her sword "Valentine". His appearance was also much more frightening, where one he was forged of clay, now he seemed to be made of living stone with molten fire glowing orange through his veins.

"As before you will serve me again Astaroth!" Ivy ordered, "Now out of my way!"

The golem did not budge from his position as guardian of the only doorway out of the room.

"If you do not let me pass I'll be forced to destroy you Astaroth, just like the young pirate did last time" Ivy threatened.

"You may try!" Boomed the voice.

Ivy did not hesitate. In forging her sword she had fused it to Soul Edge, giving it the power to move, strike, and attack with only a thought. Since her true father Cervantes had devoured most of her soul and she had been forced to craft a new one, her swords powers had grown even greater. With a longer extension, faster strikes, and a more powerful blade, she was not worried about Astaroth. She would crush him.

Ivy released her whip-sword the instant Astaroth had finished speaking, the living blade lanced along the floor and when it came close to the golem lanced upwards, impaling and then constricting his right leg. With a powerful yank Ivy snapped the blade back to her, Astaroth's leg was destroyed in the process, and he sank to one knee.

"Foolish girl, it will not be that easy!" the giant roared. As he spoke liquid rock, orange with heat, spilled from the stump of his right leg. Soon the orange-hot liquid was spinning and within a minute, Astaroth had a new leg.

The monster charged at Ivy, the huge axe it carried swung horizontally towards Ivy with more-than-lethal force. She dove backwards out of the way, but as she regained her footing she saw the massive axe descending towards her, Astaroth had spun again after missing, and was now bringing the axe down to cut Ivy in two.

As fear engulfed her, her cursed snake-sword took over, snapping up over her head and deflecting Astaroth's blow to her right side. Ivy felt power of the Golem's swing rush by as the axe missed her by less than an inch and imbed itself in the ground.

Ivy immediately flew forward, this time she retracted her sword into a solid blade and stabbed it straight up in the Monster's chin as it tries to retrieve it's axe. The blade entered the creatures head and exited though the top of its skull. Ivy jumped back waiting for the creature to fall.

It didn't. Instead it retrieved the axe from the floor and lifted it up over it's shoulder. Lava once again flowed out of it's wounds, and one again within a minute, Astaroth was completely whole again.

Before Ivy could jump back, Astaroth rose to full height and grabbed her body around the waist using only one hand. Ivy shrieked as the rocky fingertips pressed into her stomach and pulled her leotard down over her perfect double d breasts. Ivy pulled her body free with a powerful twist as Astaroth attempted to slam her into the ground, when he flung his fist down all he managed was to throw I Ivy's leotard down in torn pieces. As Ivy rolled to her feet she found herself almost completely naked, only a few torn strands of cloth that had once covered her torso hung loosely from her purple stockings, her little pink snatch and a thin silver strip of pubic hair were now exposed. Her huge, perfect tits bounced as she stood, but the moment she regained her feet she was struck hard in the gut by Astaroth's knee. The impact was hard enough that she heard her ribs break, and blood and vomit spewed from her mouth. This time she went down hard on her back, the wind knocked completely out of her. Immediately Astaroth loomed over her, he raised one giant rocky foot into the air over Ivy's middle, ready to crush the woman beneath his monstrous bulk. If Ivy had needed anything more than thought to command her blade, she would surely have been crushed, but instead her blade shot out, impaling the monster's standing leg through the calf, and then retracted even faster, yanking Astaroth's foot out from under him. The creature actually groaned as he backflipped through the air and landed on his head and neck with a crunch.

Somehow Ivy was able to climb to her feet. The pain in her middle should have been intense and she could see and dark bruising was forming across her abs, but she felt very little. Only a year before Ivy had been forced to fight her real father, the undead pirate Cervantes. The aftermath of the battle saw Ivy's soul nearly torn completely from her body. Had she not been able to forge a new soul for herself using alchemy she surely would have died. However the side effect of the ritual was that she often did not feel pain, and wounds that should have killed her sometimes would go unnoticed until her body simply gave out. She was beginning to worry she may have transformed herself into the same type of creature as Astaroth, an immortal, unfeeling golem, less a human and more a daemon.

As these thoughts drifted through her mind, she rose up over the body of Astaroth, plunging her Ivy blade into his middle and using her mind to guide her blade around his entire body, twisting across his torso, limbs and neck. With a triumphant shriek she ripped the blade back into it's sword form. Ivy was forced to duck, liquid fire spat across the room as Astaroth was torn into 6 pieces. His arms, legs, torso and head separated cleanly and fell two the floor in a heap, his monstrous axe clanged to the floor beside him.

"You were overconfident Golem" Ivy whispered over the corpse, "and now you are no more". Pleased with her victory, Ivy turned away from the body and made her way back towards the stairway. As she placed her high heeled boot on the first step down she heard the sound of metal sliding across stone. "It can't be..." She muttered.

Shock filled her face as she turned towards the noise, standing behind her was Astraroth. Fully restored. Red hot fire glowed throughout his body and burned in his eyes as he glared down at her, but that wasn't what caught her attention. His loincloth had been tore away when she dismembered him, and now he stood naked in front of her, an 18 inch long phallus made of rock and as thick as her arm stood straight up in front of her, an enormous ballsack glowing with orange light swung below it. "Whoever rebuilt this creature was a twisted fuck" she thought to herself. With a grunt Astaroth thrust his axe at Ivy, trying to stab her with the barbed spear-tip that stood atop the blade. Without thinking Ivy parried the strike, but was forced to step backwards down the stair. Again he thrust the weapon, and again she parried, this time she was forced to her knees. Astaroth roared and plunged the axe-tip at her a third time, his body glowing orange with exertion. Ivy tried in return to put everything she had into blocking it, but it was not enough. Ivy coughed blood as the point of the axe head entered her stomach and then punched out the middle of her back. Astaroth yanked the weapon back and Ivy was pulled with it, the barbed tip of the spear preventing the weapon from pulling free of her. She coughed up more blood as the creature lifted her up into air atop his mighty weapon. "Let me help you down, Alchemist" he said. Then he began to spin, whipping his axe around him like a windmill. Ivy tried to pull free, but the barbs held her in place, she tried to kick out with her legs, but realized with despair they no longer worked. The spear tip had severed her spine.

With one last tremendous swing Astaroth suddenly jerked his axe to a stop, like a whip cracking Ivy was flung from the weapon, and tumbled through the air. With a crash she hit a wall, bounced off, and landed on the floor in a crumpled heap. When the spear had pulled free it had taken huge chunks of flesh from her stomach and back with it. In addition a long rope of intestines now connected Ivy's broken body and the Golem's axe. At least 20 feet of her guts now connected them from across the room.

Ivy groaned and twisted to her back. Her left arm was broken in multiple places, and bones pushed through the skin, thankfully her right seemed intact, and somehow she still held her sword. Below her tits it was a different story, a massive hole was plunged through her gut, and somehow her body had twisted in half during her fall. While her upper body was propped up on her elbows, her lower body was turned upside down, her large, beautiful ass faced upwards while the front of her pussy and bush were pressed against the stone floor. What little skin and muscle was left of her middle was wound up tightly like a rag being rung out by powerful hands.

Ivy was strangely calm. She could feel no pain from her wounds, she was ready to use her blade for one final strike, she realized the shard of soul edge at Astaroth's core must have been what had rebuilt him, if she could remove it, she might be able to use it to restore herself. She watched not with fear, but with interest as the monster dropped his axe and moved closer to her. His giant cock was once again at attention and the orange flame burned in his eyes.

"I will find great pleasure in your defeat Ivy, devouring a tortured soul, a disgraced soul, a sullied soul gives me even greater power! You will be tortured, you will be disgraced, you will be sullied, and then I will feast on your soul."

At first Ivy felt nothing as the monster crouched over her and began to rub the head of his monstrous dick against the fold of her pussy. But soon she began to feel a warmth through the haze of numbers below her middle. Despite the destruction of her spine, he soul was someone getting sexual pleasure from her violation. She didn't know whether it was Astaroth's power or an effect caused by this wicked temple, but as he thrust his massive prick into her tight pussy, she felt a rush of incredible satisfaction. There was something both horrible and incredible about watching herself get fucked doggystyle, usually during a sexual encounter she'd be staring down at the bed, but this was very different. As Astaroth's thrusts penetrated deeper and gained pace she started to notice that she could see the head of his cock pounding into her womb through the twisted opening in her middle. The fire of arousal in her pussy grew fiercer and fiercer, she realized if she didn't do something soon to stop him, she might not get another opportunity. As Astaroth's thrusts continued to grow faster and harder Ivy raised her right hand and pointed her blade towards the monster's chest and the shard hidden within.

Without stopping his thrusts Astaroth slammed his fist down onto Ivy's elbow. Her sword clattered from her hand. After disarming her, the creature grabbed onto her hips with both hands and redoubled his efforts. He was pounding her wildly now, and Ivy forgot all about her weapon and started to moan. As she watched, her pussy started to rip and tear against his repeated assault. Despite her flesh tearing to accommodate the enormous girth of the Golem, Ivy still felt no pain, just white-hot pleasure continuing to rise. She once again noticed his cock pounding into her womb through the gory hole in her gut. Without thinking she reached into herself with her now-disarmed right hand and grabbed ahold of her own womb. The feeling of her own womb with his monstrous cock inside drove Ivy over the edge. All at once an orgasm overcame her, she howled in pleasure as blood and pussy juice spurted out around The monster's dick.

As Ivy convulsed in orgasm, Astaroth begin to groan, his pace picked up, and he started to arch his back, pulling up on Ivy's legs and hips. Still basking in orgasm Ivy hardly noticed the growing pinch her middle. She had let go of her womb in order to support herself as he lifted her hips higher into the air. The thrusts were getting so powerful now that juice and blood were splashing from Ivy's cunt and splattering across both their bodies. Suddenly their was a great ripping sound followed by a wet plop. Ivy shuddered as she watched her lower half tear away from her upper half, and a pile of steaming organs fell out of her. Astaroth grunted in pleasure as an orange glow spread from his chest through his body, his huge and pendulous balls began to quiver and their already bright glow increased.

All pleasure that Ivy had felt was now gone along with her legs. Reaching out feebly with her right arm she again found the hilt of her sword. Just then Astaroth ripped her legs apart, flinging one to each side of himself. His cock glowed a fiery red, and he grabbed Ivy by her huge tits, lifting her upper body towards him. What was left of her lower organs fell from the ragged hole where her lower body used to be. Using her tits as handles, Astaroth began to fuck her cleavage, smashing her fleshy mounds around his girth. Ivy could feel a terrible heat in his shaft growing as he began jamming her upper half up and down his member. Her left arm flailed uselessly by her side, the flesh stretching terribly around the bones protruding from it. Her right arm she still controlled, slowly and cautiously she raised it, taking carefully aim at the Monster's heart.

"Arrrggghhhhhhhh!" The creatures scream of orgasm shook the very walls. With a final jerk he slammed Ivy's tits down over his cock. Her left arm gave out at the elbow, and flung away from her landing with a splat. At the same moment he let go of her breasts and grabbed her hair in one hand and her chin in the other. Forcing her mouth open he planted the tip of his cock on her tongue and the first jet of his hot semen erupted down her throat.

Completely distracted, Astaroth didn't even notice when the woman's blade shot straight through his heart and out his back. As a second massive stream of jizz filled her mouth, his body began to dissolve into a pile of black clay. Within seconds he was nothing more than mud, and Ivy's ruined body fell to the floor.

She had fallen straight down, landing on opening below her ribs and somehow remaining upright. Her face burned badly, and she reached up to touch her mouth. She smelled burning flesh before she felt it. Astaroth's semen had been liquid fire, and she could feel the flesh of her throat and jaw bubbling and running down her chest like hot wax. As she cupped her right hand to her chin she felt it come away in her hand. Looking down she saw what was left of her cooked lower jaw, mostly black skin and ivory teeth. She tried to scream, but only bubbles escaped her melting throat. With a hiss and a pop, her tongue plopped down into her open palm as well. She watched as the river of magma-hot jizz boiled out of her neck and across her chest. She moaned as her tits began to melt, and shuddered when they melted off and splashed to the floor.

Ivy closed her eyes and waited to die.

Death however did not come. Someone the ritual she had used to forge her new soul would not let her life be extinguished. In horrific agony she was forced to drag her torn, burnt, and disfigured upper torso across the room with her one remaining limb. When she finally reached the large shard of soul edge she was ready to make any bargain, use any dark magic to restore herself...

Inferno saw everything, and was pleased.

That's it for chapter 3! Impalement? Check! Disfigurement? Check! Lower-body fucked while upper body watches? Got that too! Hope you enjoyed it everyone, let me know who you want next. I have something fun planned for Seung Mina, but I'm open to any suggestions for Cassandra and Taki.