THE DEMON MOTHER
By Bernie

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This a sequel to my own Witchblade/Fathom/Tomb Raider stories, as well as a follow-up to "Bondage
Princess Caitlin" by PJ.

If anybody has any questions, comments, suggestions, or just wants to drop me a line, please e-mail
me.  The continuation of this story will depend on how much feed back I get, just so I know it'll be
worth extending.

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                                (I) THE PROPHECY

Caitlin Fairchild stood in the center of a room, naked and bound with wrist manacles dangling from the ceiling, her
beautiful body hanging in the bright light of the large room.  Her feet barely touched the ground even if she tried,
and her pussy was throbbing with lewd warmth, as it always did.

Two other people were in her presence, Mr. Sebastien, a handsome man dressed in black, and Barom, an
overweight crooked businessman in white.  Sebastien turned on the handheld recorder and walked around Caitlin,
recording every inch of her naked form.  Caitlin blushed in embarrassment while a chill went up her spine from the
cool air of the room splashing against her skin, her massive breasts swaying in response.

Sebastien grinned, revealing his fanged teeth and without looking away from his sex-slave Caitlin, said to Barom,
"You may begin."

The fat man brought down his whip and lashed its fury upon the skin of the bound woman, sending a whelp of pain
from her lips.  Sebastien stood on the other side of her body, recording as the whip's force jerked her hanging body,
her breasts jiggling excitedly as their nipples grew harder, her body swaying ever so slightly as the pain faded and
Caitlin caught her breath.  The relief was short lived as Barom lashed her again, this time leaving a long mark
which extended all the way from her right shoulder to her left buttock.  Caitlin screamed in pain, tears rushing from
her eyes as pain radiated from the long wound, which swelled massively, making it look like a vein.  Caitlin looked
to Sebastien through teary eyes, her sobs speaking for her.

"Say no more," said Sebastien as he zoomed in on her quivering lips, "it hurts, I know.  Just enjoy it.  You like it
don't you?"  Sebastien reached down to her pussy and touched it gently with his index finger, "You're wet.  You're
just a slut aren't you?  You're going to cum any second now."

As Sebastien finished his sentence, Barom lashed Caitlin again, this time across her leg.  Caitlin screamed and
Sebastien felt her clit grow hotter and wetter, his camera zoomed into her throbbing snatch as the growing sweat
drops made her skin glisten.  Caitlin hung her head against her heaving chest, her manacles cutting into her wrists
as she hung limp from her bonds.  Barom lashed again, making a long lash across her back which turned her long
wound into an X, causing Caitlin to scream louder as her brain was racked with the pain of the new wound, as well
as the re-ignition of the old one.  Caitlin began heaving uncontrollably, her tits panting and her pussy leaking with
drops of warm juices.

Sebastien zoomed out slightly to revel in her pain, "You're going to cum aren't you?" he said to her.  Caitlin didn't
respond as her lungs burned for air and her insides began tightening.  Barom, unaware of this, whipped her again,
sending a leather kiss straight across her spine.  Caitlin screamed and orgasmed ferociously, her cunt gushed with
hot cum, some of which splashed against Sebastien's shoes.  Sebastien zoomed his camera into Caitlin's cunt,
recording as the juices flowed out of her red bush and onto the floor.  Sebastien re-focused his attention to Caitlin's
heaving tits, the nipples bouncing as they bobbed in a sea of flesh, before zooming into Caitlin's head, hanging low
in exhaustion.  Caitlin's gorgeous face was hidden by her red hair, while her panting echoed through the air.

Sebastien lifted her chin up gently to make her look at the camera, "How did it feel?" he asked her.

"I...I...like it," she said weakly between gasps of breath.

"Barom, you may proceed." said Sebastien as he let go of her chin and let her face drop back against her chest.
Barom came from behind and undid his pants, grinning as his fleshy hard cock grew closer to her quivering
buttocks.  Grabbing her pale asscheeks, Barom spread them apart hard, causing Caitlin to gasp as the cool air
began soothing her burning insides.  Barom at first gently positioned the tip of his tool against her, and then
rammed himself deep into her rectum.  Caitlin gasped harder as the hard cock shoved its way into her, Sebastien's
camera capturing her lustful facial expression.  Barom grabbed Caitlin's strong shoulders and pinched the still
glowing wounds he inflicted, while drawing her body towards him so her ass would be further impaled on his prick.
Caitlin wailed in pain as her wounds flared from her tormentor's attentions, while her ass burned with pleasure as
Barom continued fucking her.  Caitlin closed her emerald eyes and gasped as Barom began increasing the intensity
of his thrusts, her insides tightening again as she felt climax approach.  Barom grabbed a fistful of her fiery red
locks and pulled her head back as he came, his cock pumping hot jism up her ass.  Caitlin orgasmed with a scream,
her pussy once again exploded with hot honey.  Caitlin's muscles tensed and caused her back to arch forward, while
Barom's pulling of her hair forced her head back, pushing her large tits further towards Sebastien's camera, which
was currently zooming in on her hardening nipples, watching them expand like flowers.

Barom finished shooting his load and pulled himself out, leaving Caitlin to hang limp in her bonds, her vagina aching
from sexual exhaustion and still leaking it's juices.  Sebastien circled around Caitlin again, her sex soaked body
dangling in the middle of the room, beads of perspiration shined off her body like sweet wine, and her gasps of
breathlessness were like wonderful music to Sebastien's ears.  Sebastien felt his cock grow harder just watching his
Caitlin hanging there, limp and abused.

Barom came from behind Sebastien with a wad of bills.  "Here you go," the fat man said, still catching his breath.
"Five thousand dollars."

"Thank you," said Sebastien, turning off the camera and taking the money.  "Did you enjoy her?"  the demon said,
his face in a sinister expression of glee.

"Yes.  Very much so.  But the price was a little steep don't you think?"

"I doubt very many services can offer whores of...this quality, wouldn't you say?"

"I...suppose.  But can I at least keep her the entire night?  I didn't even get to fuck her pussy!" exclaimed Barom,
his fists clenched in excitement as he thought about the debauchery he could commit in one night.

"Nope, I'm sorry.  But anal penetration costs at least ten thousand dollars, and a night will cost you fifty
thousand."

"Fifty thousand?!  You'd never get anyone to..."

"I have had three clients already pay that much to get Caitlin Fairchild for a night." the devilman said, his grin
widening as he interrupted Barom.

"I...I...I want her for a night.  Fifty thousand dollars it is," said Barom, his head lowering slightly in defeat.

"Sorry, not now.  I have other clients lining up for a piece of this meat.  First come first serve you know," replied
Sebastien as he walked over to Caitlin, unchaining her wrists and letting her fall to the floor with a thud.  Caitlin
moaned weakly and forced herself to get up.  Sebastien cast a spell that returned to her a portion of her vast
strength and stamina, allowing her to get up easily and walk by his side.

As the couple walked outside the mansion and were about to enter Sebastien's limo, Barom came from behind.
"Sebastien!" the fat man yelled.  Sebastien turned around as he put a hand to Caitlin's shoulder, which told her to
face the limo and not listen to what was about to transpire.  "Shouldn't you give the girl some clothing?"

"Clothing?" Sebastien said, his lips forming into a smile, "Why should I give this dog clothing?"

Sebastien climbed into the limo, followed by Caitlin, who closed the door behind her.  Sebastien sat down on the
leather interior of the large automobile as it drove off to the airport.  Caitlin sat on her knees in front of him on the
carpeted floor, her eyes and hands looking at his hardening penis.  Sebastien looked at his beautiful prize and
touched her cheek gently, moving a wisp of red hair out of her face and smirked.

Not long ago she was Caitlin Fairchild, leader of a superhero group called Gen13.  For reasons unknown to him, she
was forced to become a prostitute for a short period, which was when they first became acquainted.  He took her to
a place called the Black Room, where he bound her and raped her viciously, causing her to scream in sexual pain,
which was quite an accomplishment.  Caitlin had superhuman strength and stamina, which allowed her to take a lot
of punishment.  His magical powers as a demon allowed Sebastien to inhibit her powers, making her vulnerable.
Now, she was uncontrollably hooked on it.  Normally an intelligent girl, Caitlin allowed herself to become consumed
by the hungers ignited by her rape and became Sebastien's love slave, incapable of coherent thought and
constantly hungry for the thrill that would extinguish the fires that radiated constantly from pussy.  Now, Sebastien
found it amusing to rent Caitlin out as a fuckslave, and taping every single session.  Caitlin was in such high
demand, and in addition to Sebastien's own carnal needs, she was almost constantly getting fucked.  Sebastien
found it annoying to remove her clothing so often he decided she would never wear it from now on, which he
preferred.  Now, he would be able to relish in her gorgeous body at all times.

Caitlin put her face closer to the bulge in Sebastien's pants, sniffing the area and looking up to her master, whom
she worshipped and would never act upon without being asked.  Sebastien could see from her expression what she
wanted, and gladly unzipped his pants.  Caitlin drove her hands into the opened hole and pulled out his long, hard
cock.  Caitlin drew it into her mouth and sucked loudly on it, drawing it deep within her throat.  Sebastien grinned in
satisfaction, and placed his hands on top of Caitlin's head.

You're my bitch, now and forever, he thought.

Caitlin moaned softly as her lips traveled up every inch of her master's hot pole, her tongue fondling it and coating
it with her saliva.  Caitlin moved her hands to her massive breasts and began tweaking her hard nipples as she
moved her tongue to Sebastien's balls.  She loved being naked all the time, the sight of even her own body drove
her insanely horny.  Caitlin loved being raped by her master.  In fact, she loved being raped by anyone, but loved it
the most when her master did it, simply because she was his possession.  Caitlin caressed Sebastien's balls with her
tongue as she felt Sebastien press into her cranium and grasp fistfuls of her thick red hair.  She knew she was
turning him on.  Returning to her master's hard cock she nibbled gently on the fleshy tip before once again
devouring the veined rod.  Caitlin continued sucking the phallus like a straw until Sebastien grunted, his hands
digging into Caitlin's skull as he shot his hot load of sperm into her eager mouth.  Caitlin swallowed it eagerly,
continuing to suck Sebastien's dick even after the flow stopped, hoping to draw more sweet nectar from him.

Sebastien let go of Caitlin's head and leaned back in his seat, grinning in perverse pleasure as Caitlin continued
feeding off his dick.  The licentious demon closed his eyes to better absorb in the pleasure Caitlin was giving him.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud ring.  Sebastien opened his eyes and took a moment to realize it
was the telephone.  He picked it up with annoyance and scowled into the receiver, "What is it?"

"Sir, sorry to bother you," said the driver, who sat behind a wall dividing the limo to provide Sebastien constant
privacy.  "You have a call from a Mr. Jerad, he says it's urgent."

"Jerad..." said Sebastien, thinking back to the memories attached to that name.  "Patch it through."

Sebastien heard a loud click followed by a deep man's voice.  "Sebastien," the voice said.  "It's been a long time."

"What do you want, Jerad?  I haven't heard anything from you in two centuries, and I didn't care if it became a
thousand centuries," responded Sebastien with venom in his voice.

"Friendly as always," replied Jerad.  "I've heard what you've been up to lately, renting out that woman.  I've also
heard you fuck her quite a bit yourself."

"Maybe," said Sebastien as he patted Caitlin on the head.  Caitlin wrapped her tongue around his hard cock and
drew more meat into the depths of her mouth.  "Why does it concern you?"

"She may be the one, Sebastien."

"What?  The demon mother?  That's a myth."

"Is it?" said Jerad, his tone raising.  "Do you claim our beloved tome speaks false?"

"I don't believe in the tome anymore."

"Blasphemy!" Jerad screamed over the phone.  A few moments of silence followed, when finally Jerad spoke
again.  "Nonetheless, the tome always speaks the truth.  Think about it, it was said a human woman who would
become enslaved by a demon could withstand the fertilization."

"Yes, but it will not happen," said Sebastien as he felt his erection expand again within Caitlin's lips.  "What have
we to gain?"

"Have you forgotten?" snapped Jerad.  "If all of the elder demons impregnate her, her spawn will have the power
to conquer the earth realm."

"Who cares?" said Sebastien.  "I like humans.  They provide excellent services," grinned the demon, looking
down at Caitlin, still hungrily sucking on his penis.  With a grunt, Sebastien climaxed, sending another hot load of
cum for Caitlin to greedily drink.

"If the demon conquers the earth, all humans shall serve us.  For you, you could have unlimited whores."

"Hmmm...." said Sebastien as he contemplated the possibilities.  "Perhaps."

"Excellent.  Take your whore to Elder Affir.  He will impregnate the whore at the first altar."

"Yes, whatever.  Goodbye, Jerad." Sebastien said and then pressed the off button on the receiver.  The demon
man scoffed and slammed the phone back on its hook.

"Something wrong, master?" said Caitlin as she looked up, cum dripping out of the side of her lip.

Sebastien smiled and looked into her emerald eyes, full of innocent obedience.  Wiping the cum off her chin,
Sebastien picked up the intercomm.  "Driver, take us to my private airfield." he said, placing the comm back
down.  "I want you now," said Sebastien, bearing his fangs.

Caitlin grinned in excitement as she began stepping back from between Sebastien's legs.  The devil proved
impatient however, and knocked her to the floor of the limo.  Before Caitlin could even comprehend what just
happened, he was on top of her, his cock drilling into her pussy.  Caitlin screamed as Sebastien rammed into her
fuck hole like an animal, her back scratching against the carpeted floor so fast it turned red.  Sebastien kissed
Caitlin on the lips, devouring her tongue and saliva while Caitlin wrapped her arms in a tight embrace around the
devil, hoping the rape would never end.  Sebastien continued his rhythmic onslaught on her cunt, Caitlin's body
went limp as her body was rocked by Sebastien's thrusts.  Finally, with a loud demonic roar, Sebastien orgasmed
and flooded her vagina with his sperm.  Caitlin moaned loudly, arching her back and squeezing her legs around her
lover's torso to absorb more of his pumping meat.  Caitlin closed her eyes and felt her pussy melt as his hot milk
flowed into her body.

Sebastien finally pulled out, sitting back down on his seat while Caitlin lay exhausted but still aroused.  Sebastien's
eyes roved over her sticky body as he regained his breath.  He focused upon her wet pussy, the lips still wide open
as Caitlin lay with her legs apart, both of them soaked in cum from Caitlin's orgasms as well as Sebastien's.  He
sighed and smiled, "Perhaps this will all work out."

                                              *****

"Harder!  Uhhhh...Harder!!!!" cried out Aspen Matthews as Lara Croft sucked at her pussy.

Lara responded by increasing her suction and driving her tongue farther into Aspen's hot fucktunnel.  Aspen's nude
body gleamed with sweat, the lustful woman groaned loudly as she gyrated her hips to go in tune with Lara's
humping motions.  Lara licked the hot insides of Aspen's cunt, tasting her lover's vagina walls as Aspen had done
to her on several occasions.  With a loud scream Aspen came, sending a burst of hot cum across Lara's face.  Lara
pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the hot cum coating her slimy muscle, while Aspen's pussy
continued expelling her sex juices, soaking the sheets beneath her.  Lara crawled out from between Aspen's legs
and nuzzled her naked body against Aspen's, her hands touching the panting woman's heaving bosom.  Aspen
turned her head towards Lara and kissed her, her hot breath escaping into Lara's mouth while their tongues
collided in a lewd dance.  Lara shoved her tongue deeper into Aspen's mouth and passed some of her saliva to her,
Aspen tasting her own cream in the process.  Aspen broke the kiss off and resumed her heavy panting, exhausted
from Lara's tongue fuck.

Normally, the women were part of a trio of lovers, but their third member, Sara Pezinni, New York cop, was on
assignment at the moment.  So, Aspen decided to travel to London to pay her Lara a visit while Sara worked
undercover.

"When I first met you," said Aspen as she continued panting, "Sara said you gave great head.  She was right about
that."

As the two naked women lay there on Lara's lush bed, about to kiss passionately again, the telephone rang to
interrupt them.

"Oh for the love of..." muttered Lara.  She rolled to the side of the bed and picked up the receiver.  "Yes?" she
said, doing her best to hide her exhaustion and annoyance.

"Lara Croft?"

"Yes," said Lara, her impatience showing in her tone.  "Uh-huh," the sweaty archaeologist said, "I see.  I'll look
into it.  Thank you."  Lara hung up the phone gently, which Aspen noticed.

"You were about to rip off someone's head when you picked it up?" said Aspen as she leaned against the soft silk
sheets, staring at the ceiling.  "But now," the beautiful marine biologist said as she put her hand across her soft
breasts, "you must have heard something you liked on the phone."

"I did.  I've been informed of a new temple recently found in Congo near the border with Cameroon.  Locals are too
afraid to go near it, they claim there's something demonic about it."

"Really?" said Aspen with an intrigued tone, her mind temporarily focused off pleasuring herself.  "You going to
check it out?"

"Absolutely.  Nothing I love better than checking out temples."

"Can I come?" said Aspen.

"No," said Lara sternly.  "It's way too dangerous.  I don't know if there really is something demonic there, but
there could easily be something just as dangerous."

"I'm not a little kid, Lara," said Aspen defensively.

"No doubt about that, lover," said Lara, smiling mischievously.  "Nothing little about these," said Lara as she
slapped Aspen's tits, jiggling the sweaty globes.

Aspen blushed and smiled, "But I want to go with you.  I do have powers remember?  Turn into water?  Ring a
bell?"

"Well..." said Lara as she put her hand to her chin.  Aspen looked at Lara with wide eyes and an eager expression,
craning her neck towards her.  "Oh hell," the British woman said, "You and those puppy dog eyes."

"I thought it was my tits," said Aspen as she rolled sideways, her body parallel to headboard.  The tanned beauty
arched her back and thrust her bosom skyward, allowing her mountains of flesh to rise higher.  She looked at Lara
as her neck craned enough for her to see her, albeit upside-down.  "You always go for the tits first," she said as
she smiled, her position proudly displaying her breasts.  Aspen cupped both of the tanned mammaries and rolled
them around on her chest, arousing Lara.

Lara put herself on top of Aspen, burying her face in Aspen's magnificent bosom.  "It's the tits," said Lara as she
kissed each one gently.  "And your ass, your thighs, your lips, your pussy.  Hell, it's all of you." she said, her voice
smothered somewhat by the tit-flesh Lara had in her mouth.  Aspen closed her eyes and inhaled the sweat smell of
Lara's sweat, while feeling Lara's own large knockers nuzzle against her cheeks.  Lara continued devouring
Aspen's mammaries, licking the nipples until they turned stiff from arousal.

"I still have a few hours before flight time," said Lara in a sensuous whisper, "I think we can fuck at least one
more time before we leave."  The whisper was quiet enough that Lara wasn't sure Aspen could hear her, but she
could tell Aspen got the idea anyway.

                                              *****

Sebastien sat on his leather-padded chair in his private plane as it flew through the air bound for Congo.  His lovely
prize, Caitlin Fairchild, sat beside him, the sight of her naked flesh arousing him wildly as it always did.  Caitlin
leaned against her master's shoulder as she slept, her seatbelt cutting into the flesh between her breasts and
around her slender waist.  Sebastien ran his hand across her pale skin, down her stomach, feeling her well built
body.  Despite the fact that most of the day Caitlin was being raped, her body was still a pinnacle of beauty, and
was extremely well toned.  Her hard, muscular stomach and arm muscles contrasted with her soft hooters, which
hung freely off her chest.  Sebastien smiled as he gazed upon the large mammaries, he knew that the opportunity to
look at those all day were reason enough to deny her any clothing.  It also made raping her much easier.

Sebastien couldn't take it anymore and unbuckled his seatbelt.  Caitlin awoke slightly with the sound of the click
and the shifting of his body.  Before she could open her eyes, a swarm of tentacles rained upon her.  Caitlin smiled
and kept her eyes closed, for she knew what they were.  The slimy feel of the cold tentacles gave her goosebumps,
while also making her aroused.  Caitlin felt two of the tentacles gently crawl near her breasts, spreading their slime
around the fleshy sacks.  Another tentacle crawled near her pussy, gently rubbing against it to lubricate and arouse
it.  Caitlin moaned slightly as the tentacle stroked her red bush gently, with enough pressure and enough
tenderness to make her wet without cumming.

She felt another slimy tentacle touch her lips, which she accepted by opening her mouth.  Expecting a gentle entry,
Caitlin was surprised as the tentacle shot itself into her, which was when all the other tentacles followed suit.  The
two at each of her breasts squeezed themselves around them like vices, while the one in her pussy thrust itself
violently into her womb.  Caitlin gripped the armrests of her chair and rocked back and forth in response to the
onslaught on her body.  Sebastien smiled and pressed a lever on the side of the chair, causing it to lean back,
putting Caitlin in lying position bound by her seatbelt.  Caitlin sucked on the tentacle in her mouth hungrily while
her hands clenched the smooth leather of her armrests, threatening to rip the expensive material.  The tentacles
around her breasts continued squeezing them, the two mammaries turning red while Caitlin felt like her nipples
were about to explode with milk and her nipples pop off like champagne corks.  The one in her pussy rammed back
and forth in her womb, pressing against the insides of her fucktunnel and rocking the chair's holding on the floor.
Caitlin felt all the tentacles begin pulsating and radiating with heat, the ones coiled around her tits constricting her
flesh even harder.

With a loud demonic grunt, Sebastien climaxed, all the tentacles squirting purple cum.  As the four tentacles began
spraying Caitlin with their fluids, Caitlin screamed and orgasmed ferociously, her pussy gushing with sticky honey
which splattered over the floor.  Her clit was on fire as the tentacle filled her womb with hot cum, while her mouth
and throat were flooded with the same warm fluid.  Her breasts, red from Sebastien's squeezing and her nipples
ready to burst, were coated in thick purple goo.  Caitlin bucked from the sheer ferocity of her climax, her armrests
finally giving away and were ripped off from Caitlin's attempts at support.

Sebastien smiled and retracted his tentacles, leaving Caitlin's cum soaked body to regain its strength.  Stroking her
face gently with the back of his hand, Caitlin opened her eyes and said through her gasping, "Thank you master."

Sebastien looked down her body and gazed at he red pubic bush, soaked in his demon jizz as well as her own clear
sex fluids.  "Are you still wet?" asked Sebastien.

"Yes," said Caitlin.  "Fuck me again, and never stop." she said, her hands reaching out for his sweet cock.

"No, whore," he said, gripping her wrist.  "Just wait, and you'll get all you desire."

                                              *****

Aspen tripped over a thick tree root and fell onto the ground, staining her knees and shirt with dirt, again.  Lara
sighed and helped her up.  "I told you not to come with me," the British woman said.  "We've just gotten here and
you can barely move a few meters without tripping."

"Sorry," said Aspen, her white T-shirt soaked in sweat and her lungs panting for air.  "I'm not terribly used to
walking around a jungle like this."

"It's okay," said Lara, her aqua tank top was not even moist.  "Just please be more careful.  I'm not used to
having to wait for someone to catch up.  So I may forget about you"

"I don't think you could ever forget about me," said Aspen, somewhat shocked by what Lara said.  "Can anyone
suck your pussy like me?"

Lara paused for a moment and thought about it.  "Nope, you're right.  There's no way I'll forget about you now."
Lara said with a smile.  "When we get back home, maybe you and I can..."

"Maybe even sooner," said Aspen as she continued walking through the thick plant life.  "Maybe inside the
temple?" she said mischievously.

"I somehow doubt the natives who built the temple intended for two women to have sex in it," said Lara, a tone of
professionalism in her voice.

"Yeah well, guess we should show them how versatile their constructive skills are," said Aspen, which evoked Lara
to laugh right before Aspen tripped again.

The two women wandered through the jungles for about an hour before they finally found the clearing they were
informed about.

"Look at that," said Lara, pointing with her finger and her eyes wide with awe.  In the middle of the clearing was a
large temple of strange design.  Lara and Aspen stepped in for a closer look.  "Looks like it's made of obsidian,"
said Lara as she ran her fingers across the smooth black material.

Aspen reached out and touched the temple, its smooth surface black as the darkest night.  "What kind of design is
this?" said Aspen, referring to the temple's bizarre appearance.  The temple had a square base, rising into a tall
pyramid-like shape.  Near the top on each side was a strange carving, each one different, but all looking like a
strange, evil face.  No doors were visible on the outside.

"I don't know," said Lara, her hand at her chin as she looked at the structure carefully.  Looks like..." her speech
was interrupted with the sound of a helicopter.  Aspen was about to speak when Lara raised her hand to silence
her.  Lara scanned the skies and saw a helicopter in the distance, flying towards them.  "Aspen, get into the
jungle," said Lara.  Both women ran into the darkness of the trees and waited for the helicopter to land.

The helicopter landed, and two figures emerged from it.  One was a dark-haired, handsome man in a business suit.
Both Lara and Aspen found him extremely striking, but both also sensed something evil about him.  He was
accompanied by a very tall, naked redheaded woman.  Lara and Aspen found themselves focused on the redhead.
She was extremely beautiful, and her figure was incredible, well toned but very feminine at the same time.  Her hips
were slender, her face was gorgeous, and her breasts were large and plump.  Aspen and Lara both felt their slits
moisten slightly as they gawked at the woman, her hair blowing in the wind caused by the helicopter.  The dark
haired man waved at the pilot, who immediately took off, leaving the two behind.  The redhead nuzzled up to the
dark man, who looked at the temple and with a wave of his hand, made a piece of the wall they were facing
disappear.  The couple entered the new door and disappeared into the darkness.

Lara and Aspen emerged from the jungle, both of them walked up to the doorway and looked inside.  Nothing was
visible within, as if light was unable to survive within the temple walls.  Lara took out one of her pistols and
produced a flare from her backpack.  "Stay here," she said to Aspen.

"What?  No way," the tanned woman said.  "I can take care of myself.  Water powers remember?"

"I don't know what good that will do in here," said Lara.  "Please stay here, I don't want you getting hurt."

"Fine," said Aspen, crossing her arms and sulking.

"Good," said Lara.  She looked at Aspen for a few seconds and kissed her lovingly on the forehead.  "I'll be
back." she said before being enveloped by the shadows.

                                               **

Sebastien walked through the temple, his expensive shoes breaking the dead silence with their clicking footsteps.
He dragged Caitlin by the arm through the cold, dark hallways.  Caitlin followed obediently, confused and horny as
always.  Sebastien knew where to go in the darkness of the maze-like passages, for darkness was almost home to
him.  Eventually, the couple reached a large room which glowed red by torchlight.  In the center of the room the
floor was a round altar, made of the same black stone as the rest of the temple.  Standing beside the altar was a
robed figure, whose face was hidden underneath a long hood.

"Greetings, Affir," said Sebastien smiling with false respect.  "Ready?"

"Don't insult me with your pathetic attempts at lying," snapped the robed figure.  "I know you still hate me
because of that incident eleven centuries ago."

"That incident nearly cost me my existence!" said Sebastien, his grip on Caitlin's arm tightening in anger.  "I
thought time would have healed those wounds."

"As did I," said Affir through his hood.  "But your sarcastic tone told me otherwise."

"I was trying to sound sincere, but...oh hell."  Sebastien stopped his arguing and calmed down.  "Let's get this over
with.  Feel lucky that you get to do this for free.  Many men pay thousands to do something not nearly as good as
what you're about to do."

"I don't care," the hooded demon said.  "Human women disgust me.  Why you would fornicate with them is beyond
me."

"Many things are beyond your understanding, but believe me, you will understand after sampling Caitlin.  Caitlin?"

"Yes master," said Caitlin obediently, hoping Sebastien would rape her.

"Please lie down on the altar and spread your legs apart."

Caitlin complied, and propped herself on the short altar.  Her flesh shivered with goosebumps on top of the cold
stone, but she still spread her legs to please her master Sebastien.  Affir opened the front of his robe and revealed
his large, hard penis.  Caitlin looked up and saw the large organ, and licked her lips sensuously in anticipation.
Placing her hands at her sides, she eagerly awaited his member.  Affir stepped up to the platform, which placed
Caitlin's juicy snatch level with his hard member, and gently drove it into her with disgust.  Caitlin moaned softly as
her vulva was gently stretched to accommodate more of his meat pole, the hot organ sliding gently into her uterus.

"Oh really now," said Sebastien.  "Is it that disgusting?"

"It's like fucking a dog," said Affir, his head still hidden by his hood.

"Oh, it really is," said Sebastien, his grin revealing his fangs.  "Caitlin is really a dog.  She's no longer a woman,
just a horny, fucking dog.  Isn't that right Caitlin?"

Caitlin nodded gently through her moaning as Affir began sliding back and forth out of her pussy.  Affir continued
these gentle motions due to his disgust.  Sebastien was about to intervene when he heard a loud bang and felt a
sharp pain in his back.  Affir looked to the side and saw the well-dressed demon look down at his chest, where a red
bloodstain began spreading through his shirt.  Sebastien growled in anger and turned around.  It was a brunette
woman pointing a smoking gun at him.

"Let the woman go," she said.  Sebastien and Affir looked at each other for a moment.

"Affir, make love to her quickly!  I'll hold this visitor off," said Sebastien as his eyes glowed red with rage.

Affir, deciding he had no choice, did as he was instructed.  Gripping Caitlin's smooth buttocks, he raised them and
pulled her vagina harder onto his dick, already firmly entrenched within her.  Affir began ramming himself hard into
her pussy, shaking her body with his thrusts.  Caitlin's brain got racked with indescribable pleasure, along with
being shaken violently by Affir's motions.  Caitlin gasped with each of Affir's thrusts, her breasts shaking like mad
as Affir, who had absolutely no respect for her, raped her without remorse.

Sebastien faced Lara and shot two flame jets from his eyes at the intruder.  Lara jumped to the side and fired two
shots at the demon.  Both connected in his right shoulder.  Sebastien grunted in pain as the bullets penetrated his
human form's skin.  Diving at Lara with demon speed, he attempted slashing at her with newly formed talons on his
fingers.  He missed her by less than an inch, while Lara kicked him under the chin with her boot.  Sebastien hit the
ground but got up quickly, preparing for another dive.  He knew Affir needed only a few more moments.

Caitlin screamed sensuously as Affir increased his tempo even further.  Her insides were blazing with pleasure,
while her brain got flooded with an equal amount of carnal ecstasy and bliss.  Affir's cock expanded massively
inside Caitlin's belly, threatening to tear her apart.  Caitlin's smooth skin rubbed against the cold stone altar so
quickly her ass and back went practically numb with cold.  But Caitlin could not concentrate on that, for her insides
were hotter than hell.

Sebastien dove at Lara again and tried another slash.  This time Lara's aqua tank top was cut right between her
massive breasts, but her skin wasn't cut.  Before Lara could notice Sebastien tried a low kick to bring her to the
ground, which Lara noticed and jumped up to avoid, kicking Sebastien in the stomach.  Sebastien took the kick and
barely flinched and swung his fist at the athletic tomb raider.  Sebastien's fist connected with Lara in the stomach,
knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying against the wall.  She hit the wall hard on her back, dazing her
for a moment.  She looked up and saw Sebastien running at her again, and she knew she only had a moment to
react.

Caitlin threw her head back and forth and her arms flailed in sexual excitement.  The pleasure spread to every
nerve of her body, as if she every part of her would climax.  Caitlin continued gasping and panting in erotic bliss,
until she felt Affir's cock harden significantly in an instance.  She knew he was about to climax massively.  Caitlin
wanted to feel every sweet drop of ecstasy and wrapped her legs around Affir's torso and laid her head back,
preparing to bask in the pleasure.

Sebastien ran at Lara like a charging rhino, his eyes glowing with rage.  Lara felt too weak to move and knew she
was going to be crushed against the wall by the demon's force.  Sebastien was two feet away when he felt a sudden
force against his shoulder and suddenly he was steered off course and ran into the black wall, missing Lara by
inches.  He crashed into the hard black stone with the force of a train, cracking the seemingly unbreakable material
and collapsing to his knees.

Lara looked up and saw Aspen standing in front of her, with her hand extended to Lara.  She took it and staggered
to get up, her back felt like it was in pieces, and her head was spinning.  "Let's get out of here," said Aspen,
ignoring the sounds of sexual pain echoing through the room.

Caitlin panted loudly with ecstasy as her sex was pounded on by Affir's massive demon penis.
Comeonyoustudfuckmefuck mefuckmefuckmybrainsoutfuckmypussyallngihtalldayallyearyeahfuckmetilburst, was
all she could think.

Affir grunted loudly and stiffened, his cock bursting with his demon sperm.  Caitlin screamed as loudly as her
exhausted lungs could manage, her brain and body racked with the force of what seemed like a million orgasms,
each one of intensity beyond imagine.  Caitlin's body spasmed violently while her arms went flailing, desperately
seeking something to support her body during the raging orgasm.  Caitlin closed her eyes as tears of pleasure
flowed down her cheeks and Affir's cock pumped her womb full of hot demon seed.  Caitlin squeezed his torso
harder with her legs and pulled his cock deeper into her womb, until she felt a sharp increase in pleasure that lasted
just for a second, and then subsided.  That was enough however for Caitlin to finally faint in pleasure, while Affir
pulled his massive cock out of her tight pussy.

Sebastien looked up and smiled as he saw Affir pull himself out of the unconscious girl.  Sebastien leaped towards
Caitlin and picked up her unconscious nude form, which dripped in sweat and cum.  "Thank you Affir," Sebastien
said quickly, his suit now torn and bloody from his fight with Lara Croft.  "Been fun, gotta go, call me if you need
anything bye," he said before gazing at the wall opposite the entrance from which he entered.  A section of the wall
disappeared, revealing a new doorway.  Sebastien retreated into it with Caitlin limp in his arms.  The section of wall
reappeared as soon as they disappeared into the darkness.

"No..." said Lara weakly, blood dripping out of the side of her mouth.

"Take it easy, Lara," said Aspen as she supported Lara by the arm.  Aspen looked up at the hooded figure, his
large cock still erect and slimy from raping the redheaded girl.  Aspen could not see his face, but still shivered in
fear.

"Leave," the figure said, closing the front of his robe.  "Leave now before I change my mind."

Aspen chose not to question his request and walked out, taking Lara with her.  As soon as they reached the
outside, Aspen placed Lara gently on the ground and turned around.  The temple was gone, and from the looks of
the plant life growing behind her, there was never a temple.  Aspen looked up to see a helicopter flying away,
recognizing it as the same one that brought the well dressed man and the beautiful redhead.

"Aspen," said Lara as she lied on the ground.  "Use your cell phone, call help.  I'll be fine once I get some medical
attention.  We have to rescue that girl."

                                              *****

The helicopter landed at the private airfield, and it's two passengers were unloaded, one raven haired man in a
tattered suit, and one naked, exhausted woman.  Sebastien supported his sexual slave by the arm as they walked
the few meters to the small private plane awaiting them.  Caitlin had trouble walking and her pussy still leaked with
cum, a lot of which Sebastien had licked up off her legs during the helicopter ride.  Even now, however, Caitlin
continued leaking sexual juices from her snatch, which burned more than ever.  "Master," she said weakly, her lips
trembling.

"Yes, Caitlin?" said Sebastien as they stepped up the boarding ramp.

"I feel sick.  There's something wrong with my tummy."

"There's nothing to worry about," said the demon.  The door to the plane suddenly closed and was sealed.  "You're
just going to be a mommy soon."

"Who's the daddy?" said Caitlin, her mind having very little intellectual capacity these days due to her
enslavement and licentious treatment.  She put her hand to her stomach, which although did not show any signs of
pregnancy yet, emitted a sensation that Caitlin could feel, as if something was going on inside.

Sebastien noticed her concern for her womb.  "It's nothing, leave it, my pet." he said as he sat her down and
buckled her seatbelt.  The demon placed his hand on Caitlin's stomach, her abdominal muscles still firm yet did not
cost her any sexual attractiveness.  "You've just been impregnated by Affir, one of the elder demons.  His sperm is
now residing in one of your eggs.  We have to let the other elders impregnate you as well, then, the ultimate demon
will be born, and I will be able to enslave humanity."

"But...I thought I was your slave," said Caitlin, her mind was unable to comprehend most of what Sebastien just
said.

"Oh, you are, and always will be," replied Sebastien.  He kissed Caitlin gently on the forehead, bringing a smile to
her face and a glow to her bright green eyes.

"Please fuck me," she begged.

"Not now," Sebastien said as the engines began powering up.  He raised his voice to compensate for the rumbling
noises.  "Just wait my pet.  Just wait."

=====

     (II) THE DEMON, THE WITCH, AND THE REDHEAD

Sara Pezzini crossed her arms as she stood impatiently, the red latex of her short, strapless dress squeaking in
response.  A dark haired man whose name Sara had forgotten stood in front of her, eagerly unzipping his pants, his
hard cock springing free.

"C'mon," the man said, "let's see some tits," said the man as he reached for the tight latex embracing Sara's bust.

Sara pushed his hand away and went down on her knees, the man's cock inches away from her nose, its scent
driving Sara wild with arousal.  "Now tell me," she said, the scent of the cock entering her mouth.  "You gonna pay
me with cash for this right?"

"Yeah, now suck it slut!" the man said as he grasped Sara's thick brown hair.

Sara opened her mouth and extended her tongue.  Inching her face forward towards the man's pole, she was about
to make contact when the door burst open and two police officers came in, their guns ready.  "Hold it!" they
screamed as they ran in.  The pantsless man put his hands up while Sara got off her knees and walked away,
casually strolling by the cops as they arrested the man.  Sara heard him protest and heard some yelling as she
walked through the doorway, but those sounds were then followed by the satisfying click of handcuffs.  Gotcha,
Sara thought as she smiled.

Walking down the front steps of the dingy apartment building, a grey haired man offered a jacket to Sara.
"Thanks," she said as she took the jacket.  She put it on, covering her bare shoulders from the cold autumn winds.

"Good work Pezinni," the grey haired man said.  "You busted this guy good, now we can put him away."

"No problem, detective," she said casually as they walked towards her car.  "It's what I'm paid for aren't I?"

"You weren't being paid to be such a convincing prostitute.  Some people might think you were willing to suck his
cock."

"Let them think what they want, they don't know anything do they?" the Italian-American woman said as she
unlocked the door to her car.  "If you need me for any paperwork or whatever to wrap this case up, call me.  I've
been on this assignment for two weeks now, I've earned a rest," was what she said before driving off, leaving the
grey haired detective to wonder what she meant by her first remark.

Sara went to her apartment and picked up her suitcase, already packed, along with her plane ticket, purchased a
week ago.  England, here I come, she thought.  Lara and Aspen, here I cum.

                                               ***

"Thank you," said Sara as the taxi driver let her off in front of Lara Croft's mansion.  Sara grabbed her suitcase
from the trunk and rang the doorbell, excited to see her lovers after what seemed like an eternity apart.  After a
few moments, the door opened, with Aspen Matthews answering.

"Sara!" Aspen cried.  The tanned woman embraced Sara tightly, with Sara returning the hug with equal emotion.
After the women hugged, they looked into each other's eyes and spotted their mutual lust for each other, resulting
in a passionate kiss between them.  Aspen opened her mouth wide to allow Sara's tongue to embrace hers, while
Sara's hot lips pressed firmly against Aspen's.  Sara placed her hands on Aspen's chest, feeling her ample breasts
underneath the sweater she wore.  Sara broke off the kiss and stepped inside, allowing Aspen to close the door
behind her.

"C'mon," said Sara softly, "let's fuck.  All three of us."

"Sorry Sara, Lara's been hurt." said Aspen, her tone turning dead serious.

"Hurt?!" said Sara as her eyes opened wide.  "How?"

"Long story.  She's not too bad.  Just needs to rest for a while, and I think that would include no fucking."

"Where is she?" asked Sara, the New York cop showing much concern in her voice.

"Upstairs, I'll take you to her."

                                               **

"Hello Sara," said Lara as she looked up slightly from her bed.  Lara was lying on her back, her head supported by
pillows so she could see if someone was coming in the door.

"Hi Lara," said Sara as she sat down on the bed and kissed Lara gently on the cheek, placing her hand on Lara's
arm.

Lara nodded her head towards Sara's wrist.  "I can see you're still wearing that Witchblade thing right?"

"Yeah, I can't really take it off." said Sara as she referred to the Witchblade, currently in the form of a bracelet
around her wrist.  "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I should be good as new in a few days."

"What happened?"

"Well, it's a long story," said the Englishwoman with a sigh.  Lara then explained to Sara the black temple, the
demon, and the redheaded woman they saw being raped.  She explained how she tried to save the woman, but failed
and was injured.

"And then Aspen brought me back here, where I've been recovering for the past few days." finished Lara.

"Wow.  This is pretty unbelievable.  Demons?  Why were they raping that woman?" asked Sara.

"I don't know," replied Lara, "could be a ritual of some sort.  Some ancient cultures believed sex with the devil or
any kind of demon would result in powerful offspring or enslavement."

"You think this is the case?" said Sara.

"Yes.  But I don't know if I can do anything about it anymore. If they were trying to do such a thing with that girl, it
may be too late to save her."

                                              *****

"Master...." moaned Caitlin as she lay on the ground, curled in a fetal position and her hands rubbing her stomach.

"Yes, my slave?" said Sebastien as he up from his seat aboard his private plane.

"I feel sick," moaned Caitlin in reply.  "My tummy hurts...and I wanna fuck someone really really bad."

"Let me see," said Sebastien as he unbuckled his seatbelt.  The demon in disguise walked up to Caitlin's trembling
naked form and rolled her on her back.  "Put your hands at your sides, my pet, let me see you."

Caitlin obediently put her hands at her sides so Sebastien could examine her.  He put his hand on top of her belly,
feeling her soft flesh.  Pinching it gently, he realized her normally firm abdominal muscles were beginning to get
soft.  Observing her more carefully, he noticed she had gotten slightly fatter.

"What's wrong with me, master?" said Caitlin weakly.

"You'll be fine," replied Sebastien as he stood back up.

"No," said Caitlin as she grabbed his leg.  "Please fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fucking me always makes bad things go
away."

Sebastien smiled, amused at Caitlin's complete lack of self-respect, but also aroused and pleased with it.  "I can't,"
he said.  "Just wait a while though, a little while more."

                                              *****

"Yes, yes.  Really?" said Lara to the phone receiver.  "I'll get on it.  Bye."

Sara and Aspen looked up from their tea as soon as they heard Lara hang up the phone.  Returning to Lara's
bedside, Lara spoke with them.  "There's something going on in Egypt, another one of those black temples.  Seems
to match the one me and Aspen saw."

"Could it be the same demon?" asked Aspen.

"Probably not," replied Lara, "but that girl and that man who was with her may be there.  Something tells me this
ritual involves her having sex with more than one of these demons in a specific order, which was why the last
temple disappeared after they finished, and then this one pops up.  I have to check it out," said the British woman
as she tried to get out of bed.

Sara and Aspen moved out of her way as she slowly pushed herself up, and then tried to step off the bed and walk.
Lara's foot hit the carpeted floor and she stood up, only to have pain flare up in her back as she leaned her weight
back on her two feet.  "Arrgghhh..." moaned Lara as she fell over.  Aspen and Sara caught her before she could hit
the ground.  "Thank you," said Lara as she leaned on her lovers.  "I don't think I can go, you two will have to go in
my place."

"But Lara," said Aspen.  "You need someone to stay here don't you?  You can barely walk."

"Yes, I can't.  But this girl's in danger, and we have to do whatever we can to save her."

"Aspen," said Sara, "you stay here with Lara and help her get better, I'll go alone."

"You sure, Sara?" asked Aspen, voicing concern for her lover.

"Yes, and I promise I'll get back safely." replied Sara.  Sara kissed Aspen on the lips gently, and then looked at
Lara, her eyes also showing worry for Sara.  "You still owe me a three way orgy," said Sara playfully.  "I will not
miss that."

                                               ***

Sara drove her rented jeep through the hot desert, the blazing afternoon sun reflecting off her sunglasses and
giving her skin a golden shine.  Looking at the map, she hoped she was near the red 'X' Lara had marked on it, for
she was getting tired of wandering blindly.  All the desert to her looked exactly the same, with nothing to give her
any sense of location or direction.  As Sara climbed a steep sand dune, her prayers were answered as he saw the
black tip of a pyramid looming over the horizon.

As Sara pulled up to the black structure, she saw there was another vehicle parked outside it, it was a jeep, similar
to the one Sara had.  Touching the hood, it was hot, telling her the driver was still inside.  Expand, she thought.
The Witchblade gauntlet obeyed and metal barbs burst out of her wrist, covering her hand in a metal glove, while
additional metal strips wrapped themselves over her khaki shorts and T-shirt.  Sara took a deep breath and
entered the temple with caution.

Inside, the temple was pitch black, even the sunlight from the doorway seemed to vanish instantly within it's walls.
Sara ordered the Witchblade to ignite, giving her a torch to allow her to navigate in the darkness.  The
policewoman thought back to her training as she cautiously ventured deeper into the temple, until she could no
longer see the doorway leading out.  As she wandered deeper into the twisting tunnels, Sara heard nothing, and she
wondered if anything was in the temple with her.  Footsteps echoed through the halls with soft clicks just as she
finished wondering.  Sara tensed and stood perfectly still, immediately scanning in front and behind her for any
possible source of the steps.

"Who's there?" she said, her inquiry answered only by her own echoes.

"Sorry to scare you," replied a female voice.  "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave.  It's very dangerous
here."

"Believe me, I know, I was going to ask you to do the same thing," said Sara, still unsure of where the voice was
coming from.  Turning her head frantically to find the woman talking to her, Sara's heart began pounding with fear
as she yelled out in all directions.  "But where are you?!!"

"Take it easy.  Just relax.  If I show myself, will you leave?" said the woman's voice.

"I make no promise.  Show yourself or else!" yelled Sara.

"Alright, you win," said the woman, as Sara felt something touch her from behind.  Sara turned around quickly, her
body in a fighting stance, prepared to defend herself.  The Witchblade wearer found herself face to face with a
redheaded woman, clad in a white tank top and shorts.  "My name is Jean Grey," the woman said, although Sara
could not see her lips move.

"What the hell is going on?!" demanded Sara.  "How did you come up from behind?!  And how come I can hear you
talk without your lips moving?!"

"I'm using telepathy," replied Jean, her voice projecting into Sara's mind.  "I didn't want to reveal my location to
anyone who may try to use it to their advantage.  I wasn't lying when I said this place could be dangerous."

"Exactly what are you doing here?" asked Sara.

"I was on vacation, looking at the pyramids, when I felt a great surge of strange energy converging.  I followed it to
here, and I'm just exploring it.  You?"

"A friend of mine sent me here to investigate.  Lara Croft, heard of her?"

"Yes, the archaeologist.  You should leave.  I sense something powerful inside."

"I can handle myself, lady," said Sara.

"Fine, you may accompany me," said Jean, her patience expired.  "Just don't expect me to save your ass if you
need it."

"Same here," replied Sara.

The two women walked together through the seemingly endless dark passages.  Sara looked at Jean in the pale
orange glow of her flaming glove.  Man, for such a bitch, she has a great body, she thought.  Sara's eyes looked at
her toned legs, both sculpted to perfection, as well as her arms, with both limbs striking a delicate balance between
sexy and built.  Jean's red locks shimmered in the light, and Sara's brief glimpses of her face in the darkness
already told her Jean was extremely beautiful.  Sara immediately wondered how good Jean was in bed.

Jean walked casually through the halls, when her mind reading abilities sensed a powerful surge of thoughts,
coming from Sara.  Normally, Jean never read people's minds in respect of their privacy, but Jean felt these
thoughts emanating like a beacon in the middle of the night.  Jean still resisted the temptation to read Sara's
thoughts, until finally she couldn't and decided a little peek into her current thoughts would not hurt.

Jean saw herself lying naked on a bed, her wrists tied to the headboard while her eyes were covered in a black
blindfold.  Sara came into the room, also naked, and crawled on the bed on top of Jean.  Jean felt her skin grow hot
as she read the thought, her willpower telling her to stop, but her body told her to keep going.  Jean saw Sara kiss
Jean passionately on the lips, devouring the redhead's mouth and penetrating it with her tongue.  The blindfolded
Jean stuck her tongue out and Sara instantly dove upon it, devouring the slimy muscle and coating it with her own
saliva.  The real Jean began sweating and felt her nipples pushing gently against the material of her lacy bra, while
drops of juices stained her panties.

Back in Sara's thoughts, Sara moved her mouth down to Jean's breasts and licked the fleshy mounds until they
shined with saliva.  The horny brunette then played with Jean's nipples, gently pushing and licking them with her
ravenous tongue, which still tasted of Jean's flesh.

Jean wanted to read more of this thought, she no longer cared about the privacy issue.  Sara continued moving
down until her lips were against Jean's red-haired pussy.  Jean watched this with lustful excitement as she thought
to herself, Yeah, eat my pussy.  Suck it dry.  Jean almost gasped as she saw Sara do so, her tongue penetrating the
bound Jean's vulva and rubbing lustfully against her pussy walls.  Sara ravenously devoured Jean's cunt, her hands
grasping Jean's buttocks and pushing them up, allowing more of Jean's vagina to be devoured.  Sara opened her
mouth wide and enveloped Jean's bush, clamping her lips down against the lips of Jean's womanhood in a
deliciously lewd kiss.  The blindfolded Jean tossed and turned as her hips went into a bucking frenzy, sending her
sticky hooters into a bouncing rhythm matching Sara's tongue fucks.

Jean clenched her fists just as her dream counterpart did and gasped at the same time the blindfolded Jean
screamed with orgasm, her pussy bursting with honey, while at the same time Sara sucked hard on her vulva to
extract as much as she could, adding more fuel to the fires burning inside Jean's loins.

"Jean..." said Sara through her drinking motions.

"Mmmm..." moaned Jean softly, the blindfold stained with salty tears of bliss, her arms tense in their bonds.
"Fuck me again...." said Jean softly as Sara's tongue drove her wild.

"Jean?" Sara said louder.  Jean closed her eyes as she felt her pussy melt, her vulva lips throbbing with lust.
"Jean?!" said Sara in a loud tone.

"Huh?" said Jean as she opened her eyes and snapped back to reality.  The redhead turned around and saw Sara
behind her, her hand grasping her arm to prevent her from going further.  The brunette cop pulled Jean back as
they both ducked behind a wall.  "What are you doing?!" whispered Sara furiously.  "Are you trying to tell them
we're here?!"

"Sorry, I was thinking about something," said Jean in a sorry whisper.

Sara let go of Jean's arm and wiped her hand on her shirt.  "Y'know, it's pretty cool in here, how did you get so
sweaty?"

"Ummm...I don't know.  Scared I guess," replied Jean, embarrassed.  As Sara turned away to look around the
corner, Jean reached into the waistband of her shorts to touch her underwear, and found it was wet.  As Jean pulled
her fingers back out, she sniffed the hot liquid and she knew it was her own sex juices.  Jean wiped her fingers
clean on her shorts as she reached out with her mind to see what was going on.  She could sense three minds.

                                               **

"Hmmm...?" said Sebastien as he sensed something.

"What is it?" said Amon-Tep, his jackal head turning towards Sebastien.  The Egyptian demon's erect cock was
inches away from Caitlin's pussy, which awaited its sweet penetration with indescribable lust.

"Fuck me," said Caitlin as she drooled at the sight of the demon's huge member, her mind anxiously imagining
what kind of pleasure awaited her.

"Nothing," said Sebastien as he turned back towards Amon-Tep.  "You may begin."

Amon-Tep thrust his hips forward as his massive cock punched itself through the smaller hole of Caitlin's pussy,
the fleshy passage stretching as it attempted to contain the demon's rod.  Caitlin screamed with intense pain and
pleasure as she finally felt the sweet thrill of the fuck.  Amon-Tep was remorseless with her, having no reservations
about degrading and raping her until she died.  Amon-Tep fucked her like a madman, eventually stepping off the
ground to lean himself directly on his cock, pressing it deeper into Caitlin's belly.  Caitlin screamed as she held on
to the edges of the platform, her fingers ready to break the hard stone as they tried to restrain her arms from
flailing wildly with blind carnal pleasure.

                                               **

As the two women heard Caitlin's loud screams, they both jumped into action.

"Hold it right there!" yelled Sara as she formed a large fireball with the Witchblade.

"Get off the girl, you fuck!" yelled Jean as she formed a psychokinetic shield around her body.

Amon-Tep was about to turn around when Sebastien yelled, "Keep going, I'll hold them off!!"  Sebastien, furious at
his previous defeat, used his demon powers to gather energy in his hand.  "Take this!" he yelled as the energy
escaped his fist and went flying toward the women in a glowing wave.

Sara threw her fireball, which canceled out most of the energy, while the rest bounced harmlessly off Jean's shield,
which she extended at the last minute to cover Sara.  Sebastien growled like a lion and dove toward the women with
panther-like speed and agility, much to their surprise.

Caitlin bucked wildly under Amon-Tep's heavy body, his jackal face breathing heavily over her head.  Caitlin felt
the hot breath of the demon on her nose and cheeks, and opened her mouth wide to allow the jackal to french her.
Amon-Tep did so, his massive tongue penetrating her lips, smothering Caitlin's small tongue with its size alone.
Caitlin's mouth burned in pain as she found the demon's saliva to be much hotter than a humans, while Amon-Tep's
tongue drove itself down her throat, driving her wild with the new sensation of a lover licking her in places no
tongue could ever venture.  Caitlin's pussy still radiated in pain, but her brain was drowning with such pleasure she
ignored it.  Amon-Tep placed all his weight against his cock, which he drove in and out like a piston, with the speed
of an engine.  Caitlin rocked from the beastiel demon's thrusts, her back arching to meet the demon's manhood
while her womb cried out for his sperm, which Caitlin felt boiling in his balls.

Sebastien slammed against Jean's shield with such force the mind-reader fell back, a massive migraine flared
through her brain, dissipating the shield and leaving her vulnerable.  As Sebastien dove towards her, all Jean could
do was weakly lift her arms in a vain attempt to shield herself.  Just as Sebastien was about to slam into her, Sara
fired an intense burst of flame at Sebastien, sending his reeling to the side.  Sebastien patted the flames out
quickly, his left sleeve and arm burned from the fire.  Sebastien narrowed his eyes in fury and focused all his anger
at Sara, whose smoking Witchblade revealed her to be the flamethrower.  Sara extended her Witchblade towards
Sebastien and as the demon dove at her, Sara extended two long barbs, each one driving themselves into
Sebastien's eyes.  Sebastien fell to the ground, screaming in pain as he was blinded, black demon blood oozing from
each wound.  Sara ran past Sebastien's writhing form and ran towards Amon-Tep, who was still raping Caitlin.

Caitlin's fingers finally gave up and let go as a massive surge of new pleasure washed over her every cell.  Caitlin's
arms flailed wildly in every direction as the indescribable ecstasy ignited her body, giving her so much energy it had
to be expended.  Caitlin tossed her head back and forth and arched her back up and down rapidly in sync to
Amon-Tep's humping motions.  With a loud jackal howl Amon-Tep orgasmed, sending hot demon sperm into
Caitlin's awaiting womb.  Caitlin felt like a nuclear bomb went off within her, her pussy gushing with juices, which
were unable to flow past the large demon penis lodged tightly in her vagina, it's hard form pulsing with heat as it
pumped stream after stream of demon seed.  Sara was inches away when Amen-Tep swung his arm suddenly,
connecting with Sara's face.  Amen-Tep saw her coming a mile away.  Sara fell to the ground, her nose bleeding and
her body limp.  All she could see from the cold floor was Caitlin's feet tense from the series of massive climaxes
Amon-Tep's seed was giving her, until finally the horny redhead's lustful screams slowly began getting quieter as
she ran out of breath and passed out.

Sara could see Amon-Tep step off Caitlin, leaving her limp, sex-soaked body lying on the altar to ooze sweat and
cum.  Sebastien smiled as he heard his pet's blissful cries of exhaustion, knowing fertilization was successful.
Sebastien dove to the altar and felt around with his hands until he could find Caitlin's sweaty body.  By the time
Sebastien picked her up, his vision had been partially restored.  Sebastien turned towards Amon-Tep, the demon's
massive frame still a blurry shape.  "Thank you Amon-Tep," the demon man said.

"Thank you, Sebastien," replied the jackal headed creature.  "She was wonderful.  I want her again."

"We'll see.  Get in touch with me after her child is born," replied Sebastien as he focused his power on the wall.  A
doorway opened and Sebastien ran through it, cradling Caitlin in his arms.

Jean Grey stood up, her head still pounding from Sebastien's attack on her psychic shield.  Seeing the demon man
fleeing with his captive, the psychic mutant dashed after them through the newly opened corridor, hoping to stop
him.

"NO!!!" cried Sara as she tried to stop Jean from following.  She knew Sebastien was still too strong for Jean to
defeat, especially with her own injuries.  Amon-Tep stood before Sara, his massive cock still erect and dripping with
sperm.

"You, bitch!" he said in his powerful demon voice, his hand reaching down to Sara's thick hair.  Before the demon
touched her, Sara swiped with her Witchblade, shredding the demon's balls.
"ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed the demon, his cries thundering through the temple.
Sara slashed at him again, and again, and again, until focused all her strength into a single punch, with her blades
extended outward.  She connected in the demon's chest, piercing his center of being, and causing him to dissipate
into nothing.  Exhausted, Sara fell over and tried to catch her breath, until she remembered about Jean.

                                               **

Jean ran through the dark corridor, sensing the demon's dark mind and trying to follow its trail.  The hallway turned
into a sharp right, which Jean followed, only to lose the Sebastien's trail.  Jean scanned outward with her mind,
putting her hands to her temples and closing her eyes to aid her concentration, which was why she didn't see
Sebastien and Caitlin emerge from the shadows behind her.  Sebastien punched Jean straight in the back, folding
her like paper and brought her to the ground.  Caitlin, who regained consciousness, watched silently as Jean hit the
ground and Sebastien loomed over her.  Sebastien turned Jean around and grasped her face.

"You're quite beautiful," he said with a sinister grin.  "Almost as beautiful as Caitlin."  Jean froze with terror as
she felt something slimy, like a tentacle, feel around the waistband of her shorts.  "Caitlin!  Come here my
darling."

"Yes master?" asked Caitlin.  As she asked, Sebastien brought Jean to her feet, one of his tentacles now inside
the psychic redhead's shorts.

"Hold her against the wall," the demon man said, his eyes glowing with anticipation.

"Yes master!!" said Caitlin obediently.  The mindless slave grabbed Jean's wrists and pinned her to the wall, while
Sebastien's tentacle crawled into Jean's panties and penetrated her snatch.  Jean gasped and struggled as she felt
the tentacle rape her, while Caitlin watched Jean's lustful contortions and expressions with envy.  Caitlin reached
forward and kissed Jean on the mouth, surprising Jean and silencing her for a moment.  Jean attempted to break
free of both Caitlin and Sebastien, but failed in both ventures.  Caitlin swirled her tongue around in Jean's mouth,
caressing Jean's tongue gently with hers.  Caitlin opened her mouth wide and completely enveloped Jean's lips,
washing the red lipstick Jean wore completely off with her saliva.  Sebastien continued working her cunt, driving his
demon tentacle up her vagina and slamming her buttocks against the wall with his thrusts.  Jean felt her ass go
numb from the repeated beatings against the wall and felt her resistance fading from her exhaustion and from the
increasing pleasure Sebastien and Caitlin were providing her.

Before Jean could return Caitlin's kiss, Jean screamed into Caitlin's mouth, causing the mindless redhead to pull
out and watch Jean's face with secular pleasure as Jean orgasmed, Sebastien's tentacle gushing purple cum into
her womb while Jean's own white juices flowed out, drenching her panties and shorts.  Sebastien completed his load
and retracted his tentacle into his body.  "Let's go," he said to Caitlin, who followed him obediently after letting
Jean fall to the floor with a thud.

                                               ***

Sara found Jean lying on the ground, the smell of orgasms still present in the air.  "C'mon," she said as she
supported Jean by the arm.  "We have to get out of here."  Sara dragged Jean through the corridors until they
arrived outside, the hot desert sun set slowly in the distance.  Sara turned around and saw the temple had
completely vanished, and she could see the two jeeps where the two women parked them.

Putting Jean's limp body in the passenger seat of one of the vehicles, Sara noticed the redhead's shorts were
drenched in sticky purple and white fluid, the white fluid Sara recognized as human cum.  Oh Jean, she thought to
herself as she realized what happened.  Sara started the engine and drove back to town, cursing in her mind for
failing to rescue the girl, but she burned with newfound determination to succeed the next time.

                                              *****

"Master?" said Caitlin inside the helicopter, her eyes weeping and her voice weak.  The tall redhead clutched her
belly with her hands and massaged it gently, hoping to relieve her pain.

"Do you feel sick?" asked Sebastien as he looked at his favorite slave.  Her belly was definitely growing, and her
breasts seemed to be swelling too.

"What's happening to my tummy?"

"Something wonderful," said the demon man, although he wasn't sure how correct he was, if at all.

=====

                             (III) THE REVELATION

Lara Croft stood on the large gym mat, wearing baggy sweat pants while her large breasts were firmly supported
inside a sports bra.  The British archaeologist stretched her arms and legs, warming up for her workout.  Aspen
Matthews, clad in a grey T-shirt and tight pants, was doing similar stretches, although she had no intention of
working out as intensively as Lara was.  Aspen's focus was on making sure Lara wouldn't hurt herself, for she was
still recovering from injuries that were inflicted upon her a few weeks ago.  Aspen watched her lover's fit body flex
and strain as Lara warmed up, making Aspen moist in her panties.

"Let's begin," said Lara as she finished her warm up.  The British woman did a series of tumbles on the mat,
sideways and forward, followed by two successive backflips, both of which landed with a gymnast's accuracy.
Aspen clapped as Lara landed her second jump, causing Lara to blush and raise her arms in a mock victory pose.

"How about flashing the crowd?" said Aspen playfully.  "Judges will give you a higher score!!"

Lara laughed and walked over to the next exercise, which was a series of ramps Lara had put up as her obstacle
course.  "Maybe later," she said as she straightened her sports bra, the tumbling bunched up the garment at the
top of her round breasts.

Lara stood at the first ramp, and put herself in a starting pose.  She counted to three mentally and ran off.  First
Lara climbed the first ramp, which leveled off for a few feet before ending.  She jumped before she could fall off,
her feet landing at on the next ramp.  Lara did not pause for a second as she ran down the second ramp and onto
the third ramp, which was just like the second one except there was a longer distance between it and the next one.
Lara ran at top speed, trying not to let the incline slow her down.  As Lara's toes hit the edge she jumped and
extended her arms, which allowed her to barely grip the edge of the next ramp.  Lara pulled herself up, putting a
conscious effort to use only her arms instead of her legs.  She succeeded, and took a deep breath before running to
the next exercise.  Lara turned right and ran towards the wall of the room, where a very tall ramp leaned parallel
against the wall.  Lara stopped as she reached the edge and squatted for a moment before putting all her energy
into her knees, springing her up to reach for the ramp's level plateau.  Lara succeeded, and shimmied sideways
before she reached the ramp's edge, and tried pulling herself up once again without using her legs.  Lara got her
waist level with the ramp, and strained to get her legs up.  Lara gritted her teeth and her muscular arms became
tense and shaky, threatening to give way and send Lara to the ground.  With much determination and effort
however, Lara pulled herself up.

Taking a moment to breathe, Lara squatted down on the ramp, wiping the sweat from her forehead along with a
stray strand of chestnut hair from her eyes.  Catching her breath, Lara jumped back down, landing on her feet but
then lost her balance and fell down.  Aspen ran towards her as she hit the ground on her ass.

"How long was that?" asked Lara through heavy panting, her body soaked in sweat.

"About ten minutes." said Aspen.  "Pretty good."

"Yeah, but I didn't run the whole obstacle course.  I just wanted to see how much I've recovered, so I ran only a few
of the ramps.  Damn, I had too much trouble getting up there!" said Lara as she pointed at the tall ramp she just
came down from.

"Take it easy," said Aspen as she touched Lara on the shoulder.  "You look hot, how about a swim?"

"Okay," said Lara as she got up.  She walked to the next room where a massive indoor pool stood.  Her massive
tits heaved in the confines of her sports bra, the sweaty material clinging to the fleshy globes like a second skin.
"I'm going to change into my bathing suit first," said Lara to Aspen.  "You'll like it, it's this really sexy blue bik.."

Before Lara could finish, Aspen pushed her in the direction of the pool.  Lara fell forwards and saw the water
rushing towards her.  All the surprised woman could do was cry "Whoa!" before she splashed into the water.  Lara
surfaced and saw Aspen snickering.  "Very funny," said Lara, her body soaked in water.  The British woman's
thick sweat pants became too soaked with water they slipped off her slender waist, landing on the pool floor.  Lara
cried out with a high pitched squeak, which Aspen cracked up at.

Aspen looked over the edge and saw Lara's pants sitting at the bottom of the pool, leaving Lara clad only in her
sports bra and panties, which were virtually transparent with all the water they absorbed.  Before Aspen could
snicker again, Lara grabbed Aspen's arm and pulled on it tightly, sending Aspen into the pool with her.  Aspen
surfaced immediately, thanks to her exceptional swimming abilities.  Lara leaned against the pool's edge, throwing
her head back in laughter as Aspen smirked in embarrassment for being so easily pulled in.

"Very funny Croft," the tanned marine biologist said.  "But I'll bet I can swim to the other end of the pool faster
than you can."

"Yeah right," said Lara as she waded closer to Aspen.  "I've swum in ancient underground water tunnels, and in
those, if you're not fast, you drown."

"Let's see then," said Aspen.  Lara nodded and the two women lined up at the edge of the pool.  "3,2,1, go!" said
Aspen.  The two women took off, both of them swimming quickly to the edge.  Both women were equally fast, and
Aspen realized she might lose.  As the two women reached within a few feet of the end, Aspen pushed Lara
sideways, temporarily steering her off course, while Aspen reached the end thanks to the moment of confusion.

"Hey!" Lara yelled as she swam the last few feet to the edge.  The British woman gripped the edge to help her
stay afloat.  "You cheater!"

"Well, now that I've won, I think you owe me something." Aspen said mischievously.

"Oh, you little pervert!" said Lara as she grinned.

The two women emerged from the pool, their curvaceous forms dripping in water.  Aspen pulled her wet T-shirt
over her head, her massive tits flopping with water as they sprung free from the wet material's embrace.  Lara held
Aspen by her cheeks, gazing for a moment at the marine biologist's gorgeous tanned face before devouring her
plush lips.  Aspen gripped Lara's slender waist, which was firm with muscle yet still retaining a sexy feminine
appearance.  Lara drove her tongue deep into Aspen's mouth, tasting her lover's saliva with relish.  Aspen moved
her hands down slowly to Lara's panties, which were so wet Lara's pussy bush was clearly visible.  Aspen yanked
the material down Lara's round hips, Lara shivering as the cool air greeted her wet clitoris.  Aspen moved her
tongue out of Lara's mouth and licked her chin, Lara rolling her head back to expose her neck, which Aspen licked
up, Lara's pale skin still tasting of chlorine from the pool water.

Aspen moved her head slowly down to Lara's gorgeous bosom, still trapped within the confines of her sports bra,
now sagging heavily with water.  Aspen gently drove her fingers underneath the bottom of the garment, her slender
fingertips teasing the underside of Lara's hooters.  Lara, her cleavage heaving with excitement, put her hands on
top of Aspens to guide their fondling of her breasts.  Aspen's hands were completely enfolded within the material,
cupping and squeezing Lara's large breasts, while Lara's own hands were on top of Aspen's hands, on the other
side of the material.  Lara gasped as she felt the cool flow of air to her throbbing snatch stop as Aspen's warm
tongue penetrated her chestnut haired vulva.  The British archaeologist finally lifted the material of her wet bra
over her breasts, the tight material bunched up under her armpits which allowed her breasts free movement.  Lara
put her hands on top of her lovers and rolled them around as they firmly gripped her hooters.

Aspen closed her eyes and dove her tongue into Lara's clit, the scent of her vagina making the marine biologist
dizzy with arousal.  Aspen pressed her face into Lara, her nose getting tickled by the dark pubic snatch surrounding
Lara's vulva while warm juices began flowing into Aspen's mouth.  Aspen could hear Lara's loud gasps and moans,
their intensity increasing with every tongue thrust Aspen did.  Aspen increased her tempo and rocked Lara's body,
the British woman wobbled back and forth as her pussy got hammered by the warm muscle of Aspen's tongue.
With Aspen fucking her pussy and pushing her breasts, Lara finally lost her balance on the slippery floor and fell,
landing on her ass with a loud thud.  Aspen suddenly found her tongue, already coated with a thin layer of Lara's
love honey, suddenly floating in the air with no pussy around it.

"Put it back in!" said Lara, lust controlling her voice as she spread her legs wide apart.  Aspen readily complied,
her face plunging into the depths of Lara's juicy slit, arousing the archaeologist beyond words.  Lara closed her
eyes as she felt her lover's tongue work it's magic through her uterus.  Lara's body heaved with immense pleasure
and her back arched upwards, sending her bosom skyward.  Lara looked at the twin mountains her breasts became,
their nipples hardening like erasers.  Lara found the sight of her own tits erotic, and grabbed the massive flesh
sacks with her hands, squeezing and pinching them until they became engorged with blood.

The tongue fucking continued as Aspen closed her lips around Lara's snatch, sucking the juices from Lara's bush
and clit at the same time with lustful hunger.  Lara's vulva clasped around Aspen's tongue like a clamp, the horny
Brit hoping the slimy muscle would never ever escape the folds of her pussy.  Aspen increased her sucking motions
on Lara's sex, the Brit's body flopping in pleasure like a fish that jumped out of water, her breaths coming in
ferocious gasps, until they climaxed with a loud groan with the British woman's climax, the sweet thrill of an orgasm
rushing through Lara's brain as she continually gasped from the pleasure overload, her hot pussy bursting with
cream for her pussycat Aspen to devour.

Lara, her energy expelled, lay limply on the hard floor beside the pool, her left leg now dangling limply to the side
with her toes in the cool water.  Aspen remained crouched at Lara's pussy, intent on sucking it dry.  Aspen finally
finished and wiped her mouth, smacking her lips playfully for Lara.  Aspen moved on all fours on top of her lover
until her dangling tits lined up with Lara's own mountainous bosom.  Then Aspen let herself down, the pairs of tits
mashed against each other as Aspen let all her weight lean on Lara.  Aspen kissed Lara passionately into the
British woman's still panting mouth, passing some of her love honey to her.  When Aspen tried to break off the
kiss, Lara clamped her lips around Aspen's tongue as it tried to exit, which Aspen found playful enough that the
kiss should continue.  Devouring each other's lips, the two lustful women embraced each others wet forms in a kiss
both of them hoped would last a blissful eternity.

"I...think...you're...all...better...now," said Aspen in the short breaks between kisses.

                                              *****

Jean Grey opened her eyes and saw herself staring at a white ceiling.  She bolted straight up, and found herself
with no shirt or bra on, while lying underneath the white sheets of a hotel bed.

"Good, you're up," said a voice, which Jean recognized as Sara Pezinni's.  The brown-haired Witchblade wearer
was sitting in a chair on the other side of the hotel room, turned away from Jean as she looked out the window.

"Why did you take off my clothes?" asked Jean when she saw she also had no underwear on, which meant to her,
that Sara saw her naked.

"You were raped," said Sara, her tone solemn.  "I figured you'd want to get out of those sweaty and dirty clothes.
They're being washed right now.  You know, you'll probably want to take a shower."

"Right," said Jean as she got out of bed, her hand still clutching the bedsheet in front of her to hide her
nakedness.  "You saw my whole body?" asked Jean shyly.

"Don't be alarmed, I didn't do anything," said Sara defensively.  "I just saw your body, but only because I had to.
You wouldn't want to sleep in the clothes you were in."

"I'm sorry," said Jean apologetically.  "I'm just a little shy about..."

"Strangers seeing your body?" interrupted Sara.  "Don't worry, and besides, there's nothing to be ashamed of
about that body."

Jean blushed as Sara complemented her.  And I thought I was the mind reader, the beautiful redhead thought.
Recently, Jean had severed all her ties with the superhero group the X-Men, even her fiancé, Cyclops.  Jean
decided she wanted a new life, and had traveled to Egypt as the start of a brand new series of adventures, never
expecting to be raped by a demon and his super-powered sex slave.  "I'll take a shower," said Jean, not bothering
to respond verbally to Sara's remark.

Jean turned on the shower and let the warm water caress her curvaceous body, washing away the dirt, sweat, and
dried on sex juices, along with the dirt that had stained Jean's dignity.  As the redhead began scrubbing her hair,
she thought back to that point where she saw Sara's thoughts in the temple, where Jean was in bondage and Sara
was tongue-fucking her.  Thinking back to that made Jean's clit moisten instantly.  She had never thought she
would be attracted to a woman as strongly as she was now.  Her mind in a lustful haze, she used her powers again to
gaze into Sara's mind, all reservations about her privacy were out the window for the moment, her pussy dictating
her actions rather than her thoughts.  As she peered into Sara's thoughts, she discovered she was involved in a
steamy three-way affair with Lara Croft and a woman named Aspen Matthews, both of whom were extremely
beautiful women.  Peering deeper, Jean randomly picked one of Sara's sexual memories to view.

Sara and a beautiful dark haired woman with tanned skin, which Jean discovered was Aspen, were walking into
Sara's apartment, Aspen carrying a shopping bag.  As Sara locked the door behind her Aspen went to the
bedroom.  When Sara was finished, she eagerly followed her, throwing her jacket off along the way.  Aspen was
already in the bedroom, her bag's contents emptied onto the bed, which was revealed to be bottles of various sizes
filled with liquids Jean could not identify.  Sara ran into her lover and embraced her tightly around the waist, their
crotches burning for each other through their pants.

Through Sara's eyes, Jean could see the two women kiss passionately, Aspen closing her eyes as she devoured
Sara's plush lips.  Jean moaned as she viewed the memory, Aspen was truly a pinnacle of beauty.  Sara began
shrugging off the unbuttoned shirt she wore, as well as pulling off the tight T-shirt she wore underneath it.  Aspen
pulled the sweater she wore over her head, and went to her belt to undo her pants.  Both women fumbled with their
belts for a moment until they succeeded in dropping their trousers, leaving them both in their bras and panties.
Embracing once again to kiss with even higher passion than before, Aspen hooked her leg around Sara's thigh,
their crotches now practically kissing except for the two thin layers of panties between them.  Without breaking off
the kiss, Sara pushed Aspen down on the bed and stood back up.

"Turn on your stomach sexy," ordered Sara.  Aspen complied.  Sara grabbed a bottle that sat at the foot of the bed
and unscrewed the cap, a sweet, strong scent escaping from the newly opened container.  Jean experienced the
memory of the aroma, and that alone was enough to tell her how intoxicatingly horny it made Sara and Aspen feel.
Sara tilted the bottle into her right palm, and a thick, clear oil came out.  With the handful of oil, Sara smacked
Aspen on the back, splashing the glob of oil on her skin.  Aspen smiled as Sara began rubbing the thick oil into her
tanned skin, the scent becoming overwhelmingly strong as her skin radiated it's sensual fumes.  Sara poured more
oil onto Aspen, the fluid gathering in the small of her back.  The insanely horny cop, her panties now sticky with
juices from the scent of the oil, rubbed the cool oil over Aspen's flanks, back, and her buttocks.  Aspen's white
panties were now soaked in oil, clinging to her curves.  With greasy hands Sara reached over and grabbed Aspen's
tits, fondling them roughly through the tight bra.  Aspen moaned as Sara pinched and fondled her bosom, the greasy
cups of the bra slipping and releasing Aspen's heaving breasts from their confinement, only to be lubricated
thoroughly by Sara's sex oil.  Aspen's began to get dizzy as Sara coated her neck and shoulders with the oil,
practically all of Aspen's curvaceous form now shined with the substance.  Juices gently flowed out of Aspen's cunt,
soaking her panties like urine.  Jean gasped as she "watched" it, her hand reaching for her pussy.

Sara finally emptied the bottle over Aspen's head, soaking her dark mane with the arousing fluids.  The room
started spinning and her loins were ablaze with passion, so Sara discarded the empty bottle over her shoulder and
placed herself on top of Aspen's oily form.  Underneath Sara, Aspen turned her body to lie on her back again to
face her lover.  As Aspen opened her mouth to french Sara again, Sara pushed Aspen's sticky panties to the side,
enough to let her finger into her juicy snatch.

As the two women's lips connected, Aspen gasped into Sara's mouth, the cop's greasy finger now spreading its oil
into her pussy.  Aspen gasped heavily as both the sex oil aroma and her lovers pumping digit drove her to a mild
orgasm almost instantly, her slit leaking sex fluid into the already soaked bedsheets.  Sara continued pumping into
Aspen's throbbing snatch, while silencing the marine biologists moans of ecstasy with wet frenches.  Jean, back in
the real world, stabbed her finger into her own snatch with equal lust, the mutant's other hand fondling her wet
breasts.  Aspen suddenly screamed loudly into Sara's mouth, sending hot breath into her lover's throat while her
pussy coated Sara's finger in honey.  Sara produced her sticky finger from Aspen's throbbing snatch and licked it
clean, relishing in the taste of her lover's jism as well as the aftertaste of the sex oil.  Sara stuck her finger into
Aspen's hot mouth, which Aspen devoured with her tongue, the taste of her own cum still present on her lover's
digit.  Aspen panted and wheezed with pleasure, her oil soaked body still reeking with sensual aromas and orgasms.

"You're such a slut," said Sara before once again devouring Aspen's panting lips.  As Sara finished those words in
the thought Jean read, the psychic girl was on her knees, her finger entrenched firmly in her pussy while her white
sex juices flowed into the drain.  Jean panted heavily for air, her skin hot from the shower as well as the intensity of
the Witchblade wearer's thought.

Suddenly a knocking was heard at the door.  "Jean?" said a voice, which Jean recognized as Sara.  "Is something
wrong?" the Italian cop said.  "You've been in there for a little while, and I thought I heard you scream."

"Oh, nothing's wrong," said Jean as she pulled her sticky hand out of her slit.  "Just, tough to scrub those hard to
reach places."

                                              *****

As night fell across London, Lara and Aspen lay cradled in each other's arms, both women were naked and sweaty.
Aspen lay with her head on top of Lara's chest, which heaved with her breathing, while both women's arms were
holding each other in a loving embrace.  Their peaceful slumber was interrupted suddenly by the loud ringing of a
doorbell.  Both women snapped to consciousness, shocked at the sudden interruption.

"Damn," said Lara as she reached to turn on her lamp.  Aspen rolled off of Lara to allow her to stand up.  Lara
stretched her tense body and moaned, while the doorbell continued ringing.  "Alright!" she yelled out, although she
knew the person at the door could not hear her.

Aspen asked the frustrated Brit, "Don't you have a butler or something?"

"I did, but he's decided to retire," replied Lara as she grabbed her robe.  "He was really nice and all, but a little
slow, and I think he was peeping on me."

"So now you have to get the door yourself," said Aspen, the loud chimes of the doorbell still ringing.

"Yes," sighed Lara as she tied her robe.  "Just wait here, I'll be back."

Lara walked down the stairs, the doorbell continuously ringing.  By the time the groggy woman reached the foyer,
she was ready to punch whoever was outside if it wasn't important.  Lara turned on the light and opened the door, to
find Sara Pezinni standing there.

"About time," said Sara jokingly.  "Wake you up?" the policewoman said as she noticed Lara's messy hair and her
squinting eyes, still adjusting to the light.

"Sara!" Lara said happily, which was when she noticed the quiet woman standing beside her, a redhead clutching
her arm and looking downward.  "Who's your friend?" asked Lara, making Jean look up.

"I'm Jean Grey," she said as she extended her arm.  Lara took her hand and shook it gently, very curious as to
who this woman was.

"Come in, both of you," the British woman said.  "I'll make some tea.  Aspen is here too, could you go upstairs and
get her, Sara?"

Sara walked upstairs and entered the bedroom, where Aspen was sleeping soundly on her stomach.  Sara slapped
Aspen hard on her buttocks, waking her up with a startled scream.  "What the?!!" she said frantically as she
looked around in the dark.

"Hi lover," said Sara.  Aspen smiled and was relieved when she saw it was her beloved Sara.

"Oh Sara," she said, "I've missed you.  How did Egypt go?"

"Badly," said Sara solemnly.  "The girl got raped again.  Anyway, I brought someone over here.  I met her in
Egypt, and she helped me inside the temple.  Her name's Jean Grey, I think you'll like her."

                                               **

As Lara poured the tea into the four teacups, Jean watched and studied Lara.  So this is Lara Croft, she thought.
She's pretty hot.  No wonder Sara loves her so much.  I'll bet her hooters are nice and...what am I doing?! Jean
thought abruptly.  I shouldn't have looked into Sara's thoughts, I can't stop thinking about sex.

Lara looked up from the tea and saw Jean appeared frustrated for some reason.  She was about to inquire about it
when Sara came down with Aspen, clad in a thin white slip.

Jean looked at the dark-haired woman who just entered the kitchen.  Aspen, she thought, recognizing the beauty
from Sara's memories.  Jean moved her eyes up and down Aspen's frame, the short slip dress revealing her
goddess-like figure.  Jean's eyes focused on the large breasts sitting atop Aspen's chest as they swayed freely with
her every step, even while hidden in the thin material of her clothing.

"Tea?" asked Lara as she offered Jean a cup.

Jean snapped back to reality and awkwardly said, "Hm?  Oh yes, tea, yes I'll have some thanks," before she
accepted the steaming beverage.

Soon all four women were sitting at a table, drinking tea and talking.  "So Egypt was a bust," said Lara sadly.
"What now?"

"Can't you find out where the next temple is from your contacts?" asked Aspen.

"My contacts may span the globe, but they're not perfect, and we need more than a few moments notice to travel
and prepare sufficiently.  I don't want to keep chasing the temples around the world only to get my ass kicked
every time."

"Is there a pattern to the temples?" inquired Sara.

"There's only two known locations, so it's too early to say if there's a definite pattern," replied Lara as she lifted
the teacup to her lips.  "So far, it seems pretty random."

Jean sat silently as she held her teacup, her mind still occupied on the memories she had read from Sara's brain, as
well as the shame she felt at being raped by the demon in a dark suit.

                                              *****

"Proceed," said Sebastien as he grinned.

The large, hulking demon walked up to Caitlin, her legs spread wide as she laid still on the cold black altar.  The
demon, his grey skin resembled an elephant's, while his square shaped head had two small horns coming out of
each side, grinned as his hard, veined cock, also made of the elephant-like skin, came closer to burrowing into the
horny girl's red snatch.  Pulling Caitlin's body closer to him so her pussy hovered over the side of the altar, the
large demon growled and ferociously shoved himself into Caitlin, his demon penis stretching her vagina to a new
limit.

                                               ***

Jean suddenly gasped and stiffened, her teacup falling to the ground and shattering as it hit the kitchen floor.

"What's wrong?" said Sara as she looked at Jean beside her.  Jean's body began going into convulsions.

"She's having a seizure!" yelled Aspen as she ran for the telephone, intent on calling 911.

                                               ***

Caitlin squealed as her body began bucking and tossing in response to the demon's huge member.  Sebastien
stepped up beside the altar and watched the rape with salacious glee.  Caitlin's beautiful face was almost
unrecognizable from her lust-induced contortions, as well as the constantly flailing of her entire body, making her
features a blur.  Caitlin's pain suddenly subsided as the demon pole began expanding within her, and her stretched
hole got settled to the massive intrusion.  Caitlin slowly stopped flailing, her body panting and sweaty from the
initial resistance.  Caitlin's massive hooters, bloated even larger from her pregnancy, flopped and heaved with her
desperate panting as well as the demon's strong pushes in and out of her hungry snatch.

"MMm...." Caitlin moaned as she relaxed herself and enjoyed the sensation, "more..."

                                               ***

"more..." Jean moaned as she lay on the ground.

"She stopped?" asked Aspen as she hung up the phone.  Lara and Sara stood by Jean's body, the redhead's white
tank top soaked in sweat, revealing her erect nipples, which poked through the transparent material.  Her shorts
reeked of cum, which seeped through the material.

"What's going on?" asked Lara as Jean's chest panted heavily, which Lara found arousing in a guilty way.

"I don't know," replied Sara, also finding dark satisfaction from watching Jean's tits bob up and down.  "She was
raped by the dark man we saw, and she said she's psychic.  Maybe this somehow linked her and the girl."  Jean
suddenly began screaming, her body going into massive spasms once again.

                                               ***

Caitlin screamed as the demon's pole expanded massively, pressing hard against the walls of her uterus.  The
redhead's brain was flooded with indescribable pleasure, her head thrown back from an overload of ecstasy while
her mouth was wide open in a scream of hedonistic bliss.  The demon fucked like an animal, forcing himself on top
of her and crushing her with his immense weight, while forcing all his strength onto her pussy.

                                               ***

Jean bucked and spasmed violently, knocking over a chair and repelling Sara and Lara away with her arms flailing
everywhere with surprisingly hard force.  Jean thrust her hands into her shorts, shoving both of them into her
engorged clit, and masturbated wildly in front of all three women, who watched this with shock as well as lustful
observation.

                                               ***

Caitlin's curvaceous body rocked erotically under her tormentor's, his cock still cusped firmly by her vulva lips like
a clamp.  Caitlin found her hips bucking in rhythm to her rapist's thrusts, intent on pleasuring him even further,
which it did.  With a loud grunt, sounding more animal than human, the demon's cock exploded with seed, sending a
hot river of demon sperm into her ripe womb.  Caitlin wailed like a banshee as her body stiffened with infinite
carnal ecstasy, her loins going nova as her brain melted away with sweet sweet orgasm, taking away even more of
her rational thought and enslaving her even more to her pussy.

                                               ***

Back in London, Jean wailed as loudly as Caitlin, her pussy bursting with hot juices, soaking through her shorts and
dripping onto the floor.  Jean pulled out her hands, both soaked with her cum, and rubbed them over her sweaty
hooters, coating them with jism while pinching her nipples through the wet material of her tank top.

                                               ***

Caitlin passed out minutes before the demon was finished cumming, his stiff member continuously flooding her belly
with seed long after Caitlin's brain could handle the pleasure high.  After the demon finally ran out, he proceeded
ramming her limp body, intent on climaxing again within her.

Sebastien put his hand on the demon's shoulder and said, "Look, Rhenae," referring to Caitlin's rapist, "you did
your job, so get off her."

"Want more," the savage demon said, his intellectual capacity much less than the other demons that had raped
Caitlin.  "She good, want fuck more."

"No," said Sebastien sternly, his eyes glowing with anger.  "Get off her now.  We have other places to go."

"NO!" yelled Rhenae, his large arm swinging with a punch towards Sebastien.  The demon proved too slow,
however, and Sebastien dodged it easily.  In retaliation, Sebastien turned his hand into a long, flaming blade and
shoved it into Rhenae's head, piercing right through to the other side.  Rhenae sat silently, unable to scream as his
body disintegrated into nothing.

As the demon's penis disappeared with the rest of him, Caitlin's vagina slowly moved back into its original size, now
free of the massive obstruction.  Caitlin moaned softly as a great pain was alleviated out of her belly.  "Master?"
she said weakly.

Sebastien looked at Caitlin, her body now filled with three demon seeds.  She was clearly pregnant now, her belly
sagging slightly over her pussy, while her tits wobbled back and forth as she rolled, as if filled with liquid.  "Feel,
sick," said Caitlin, her mental capabilities even further retarded.  "Need fuck," moaned the redhead as she
reached for Sebastien's pants.

The well-dressed demon grabbed her wrist and said, "No, how many times have I told you.  I can't."  Looking into
Caitlin's face, her emerald eyes shimmering with tears and her lip trembled, Sebastien couldn't resist.  "Would you
like to suck my cock?"

Caitlin's face lit up and nodded eagerly, her body suddenly energized as she rolled off the altar and got to her
knees, her mouth level with Sebastien's cock.  Sebastien undid his pants, allowing his erect cock to spring free,
which Caitlin jumped on like a starved woman to a plate of food.

                                               ***

"What's she doing?" asked Aspen as Jean's tongue began swirling in her open mouth.  "Looks like she's sucking
on something."

                                               ***

Caitlin ran her tongue around the veined pole, shoving it deep into her mouth, devouring it, relishing it.  Sebastien
grabbed her sweaty red locks and pulled on them, pulling her head even closer to his crotch.  Caitlin slowly pulled
her mouth off the demon's meat, sliding her tongue along it as she did, to move down to his balls.  Putting one of
them in her mouth, she sucked on it wantonly, coating it with saliva before doing the same to the other.  Sebastien
smiled as his prized whore worked her magic on his private parts.  Caitlin unclasped her lips around the demon's
testicle and moved her tongue along the bottom of the demon's shaft as she moved to reposition her mouth around
it.  As she ate the fleshy tip of the pole and shoved her tongue against, it, the demon climaxed, catching her off
guard and sending a stream of hot sperm into her mouth, some of it flowing down her lips while she fought hard to
swallow most of the sweet nectar.  As the redheaded whore finished licking her lips to drink every last drop of cum
she could, Sebastien pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up.

"No..." said Caitlin as she dove for his cock, "need more...so thirsty."

"No, my whore," said Sebastien.

"Have I been bad?" asked Caitlin, her intelligence hardly that of a child now.

"No no, not at all," smiled Sebastien as he petted her on the head, Caitlin purring like a cat as he did so.  "You
were excellent, just no fucking right now.  Later I promise."

"Where now?" asked Caitlin.

"A place called Ireland," replied Sebastien.  "Now come on, we have to get going."

"Ireland," repeated Caitlin, "Ireland..."

                                               ***

"Ireland..." said Jean.

"Jean?!  Jean?!" yelled Sara desperately as she tried calling out to the psychic mutant.  "Please Jean, wake up."

"Huh?" said Jean as she snapped to alertness.  "What's going on?"

"You started acting weird, like you were in a trance" explained Lara.  "I've seen this type of thing in some native
tribes.  They can connect themselves with the dead, or with other living souls, doing exactly what another soul is
doing."

"I was connected to the redhead," said Jean as she touched her face, noticing it was covered in sweat.  "God,
someone was raping her, like a demon.  It was...unimaginable."

"You said Ireland, is that where they're headed?" asked Lara.

"Yes," said Jean.  "Ireland is where they're headed."

"Then so are we," said Sara.

=====

                                (IV) THE JOURNEY

"You sure you'll be okay?" asked Aspen Matthews as she walked along the mountain path.

"Yes," replied Jean Grey, the psychic redhead walked behind her with a heavy pack around her back.

"I don't think she meant the heavy backpack," said Sara, also carrying a heavy pack.  "I think she meant,
the...connection."

"I'll be fine," said Jean, a touch of annoyance present in her voice.  "I've been through much worse."

"You didn't have to come you know," said Lara Croft, who walked in front to lead the women.  "You could have
stayed behind in London."

"I'll be fine!" snapped Jean.  "Will you get off my back already?!!"

The three women who questioned the redhead fell silent, and the group remained silent until they set up camp for
the night.  Four tents went up, each one large enough for one woman to sleep in.  After starting a fire and cooking
dinner, the three women found it too awkward to eat silently.

"So..." said Lara through bites of beef jerky, her mind scanning for phrases to break the tension.  "How's
everyone?"

"Please Lara," said Sara as she put down her thermos.  "That's hardly an ice breaker."

"Here's one for an ice-breaker," said Jean, "why the hell are we walking across Ireland?"

"Because, there's no vehicle rental place around here, and we don't even know exactly where to go," explained
Lara.  "Your little vision didn't really specify where in Ireland did it?"

"He said Northern Ireland," said Jean defensively.

"That really narrows it down!" yelled Lara, her voice fuming.  "I don't mind camping out here, but if you do, you
shouldn't have come here, you prissy little bitch!"

"Whoa!" said Aspen as she put her hand in front of Lara.  "Settle down, Lara."

Lara paused for a moment, glaring at Jean, who sat silently across from her.  After cooling off, Lara finally said,
"Sorry Jean.  It's just that well, I hate it when people whine about hiking.  I love it personally, and Ireland is
beautiful."

"Whatever," mumbled Jean as she sat with her head hung low.  "Where are we again?"

"The Sperrin Mountains," replied Lara, her voice groaning with impatience again.  "Like I told you a million times
before."

"Sorry, I keep forgetting," said Jean, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"What do you say we all go to sleep, huh?" said Sara, deciding conversation was not the best idea.

"Yeah, good night." said Lara, agreeing and wondering why she even bothered suggesting it.

That night, the four women slept in their separate tents.  Sara, Lara and Aspen all slept in thick sleeping bags while
wearing thick fleece clothing, to protect themselves from the cold mountain nights.  Jean Grey, sleeping on top of
her sleeping bag, had just removed her pants, and her skin still radiated heat while beads of sweat began oozing out
of her every pore.  Jean tossed and turned in the small tent, constantly wondering why she was so hot.  Jean finally
pulled her thick sweater over her head, her sweaty breasts free from their confinement, leaving the shapely
redhead clad only in a pair of sweaty panties.  Jean pulled the undergarment off her hips, her finger brushing by her
pussy, which excited her immensely.  "Why is this happening?!" asked Jean as she saw no end to the torment her
body was going through.

                                              *****

Sebastien sat in his seat as he watched Caitlin Fairchild's nude body writhe on the floor.  Her belly had swollen
slightly and her breasts were bloated with milk.  Her curvaceous form was covered in sweat, staining the carpet
beneath her.  Sebastien sighed as he watched his pet suffer, but was more frustrated at the fact that until she gave
birth, there was to be no sex.  Sebastien undid his seatbelt and opened an overhead compartment on the private
plane above his seat, producing a suitcase.  Inside the case, the demon man pulled out a pink silk robe.  If I can't
have her, the demon man thought, I might as well clothe her.  "Caitlin," he said, his mindless sex slave instantly
focused on him the instant he uttered her name.  "Put this on."

Caitlin weakly stood up, her knees trembling and her hands clutching her belly.  Handing her the robe, Caitlin
seemed confused at first, as if handed an unknown object.  Sebastien smiled at the sight, Caitlin so enslaved to her
pussy she no longer knew what clothing was.  Taking the robe back, the dark man gently raised her arms and slid
each one into a sleeve of the robe, tying the belt gently around her pregnant stomach.

"Thank you, master," Caitlin said through trembling lips, her hand still clutching her belly.

Placing his hands on Caitlin's, Sebastien looked at his pet and said with a smile, "Are you thirsty?"  Caitlin smiled
and nodded, knowing exactly what that question really meant.

Sebastien undid his belt and Caitlin hungrily pulled down his pants, the demon man's cock hanging erect.  Caitlin
stared at the veined pole with lust in her eyes, drooling at the sight of her master's manhood.  Opening her mouth
wide, Caitlin lunged upon the member with wanton hunger, enfolding her lips around the pole and drawing it into the
depths of her mouth.  The redhead wrapped her tongue around the hard meaty shaft, drool oozing out the side of
her mouth while coating Sebastien's member with it.  Caitlin licked every inch of his hot, stiff rod before pulling it
out and moving down to her master's balls.  Caitlin stuffed one of them into her mouth, sucking and licking on it like
candy before doing the same to the other.  Caitlin grasped Sebastien's hot dick with her fingers to guide it back to
her gaping mouth.  Caitlin continued her fabulous tongue bath on the meatpole until she felt Sebastien expand
within her mouth and grunt with a climax, the tip of his cock exploding with hot sperm.  Caitlin greedily swallowed
every last drop, some of the white cream dripping from her lips.  Sebastien grabbed a handful of her red locks and
pulled her head back before he stopped cumming, sending a spray of his jism across her face and neck.  Caitlin
excitedly licked her lips and held her mouth wide open, hoping to catch as much as she could.  Caitlin fell to the
ground in a lust-fueled frenzy, opening her robe in the front and frantically licking her cleavage for the last few
drops of her master's sweet nectar.  Sebastien pulled his pants back up as he watched his Caitlin act like a bitch in
heat, her head buried in her own gorgeous bosom.

Sebastien knelt down beside her as she finished, her spit-soaked breasts hanging freely out of the robe's confines.
Focusing upon their massive size, and voluminous milk reservoirs, Sebastien smiled as he grabbed her left tit and
moved his mouth right up against her nipple and put pressure on her hooter...

                                               ***

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed Jean as she felt the sensation of Sebastien milking her tits, the
pleasure driving her sex-starved body to an orgasm, fresh honey leaking out of her pussy and onto the sleeping
bag.  Jean panted in her tent, her sweaty body still burning in the cold air of the night.  Jean cupped her tits with her
hands, finding them to be extremely sweaty while her nipples stood extremely erect from arousal.  The psychic
redhead rolled her hands atop her fleshy mammaries, enjoying in the sensation of feeling them heave up and down
with her breathing.  Inhaling deep, Jean relished in the smell of her orgasms, especially prevalent within the small
tent.  Jean closed her eyes and smiled, her wet pussy feeling the kiss of the cool air against her throbbing clitoris.

"What's wrong...oh," said a voice, interrupting Jean's paradise.  Jean snapped her eyes open and saw Lara, Sara
and Aspen all huddled at her tent door, with Lara holding a flashlight.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!!" yelled Jean, furious that her sexual nirvana was disrupted.  "Get
lost!!"

"So sorry," Lara said awkwardly as she shut off the flashlight.  Sara and Aspen walked away silently, until they
were a few meters away where their tents sat.

"She's got great tits," whispered Aspen as she nudged Sara on the arm.

"Told ya," smirked Sara.  "She's pretty hot all over, you should see her ass," the Witchblade wielder said.

"Bet it's not as good as yours," said Aspen as she slapped Sara hard on her buttocks.

"OW!" yelped Sara as she tried to restrain her shock.

"Gotcha." said Aspen playfully.

"Good one, Aspen," mused Sara, rubbing her ass.  "Good night."  The brunette walked back to her tent, crawling
inside and zipping the door.  Sara wrapped herself in her sleeping bag and tried to fall back asleep, when she heard
the zipper door becoming undone.  Sara's Witchblade gem glowed as she stood ready to defend herself, when the
policewoman saw who it was.  "Oh, it's you, Aspen," Sara said as she took a sigh of relief.  "What is it?"

"C'mon Sara," said Aspen sensuously as she crawled like a cat into the small tent.  When the marine biologist was
fully inside, she turned around and zipped the door again, sealing the two women inside.  Aspen stood on all fours,
her body hovering above Sara's, which was wrapped in a sleeping bag.  "You come home after I don't see you for
weeks, and we haven't made love since you got here.  You're a detective, figure it out."

"Now isn't the best time," explained Sara, "it's really cold, and Jean is here, and we're on a mission."

"So what?" said Aspen as she lowered herself gently on top of Sara, her torso now weighted upon Sara's.  Aspen
gently caressed Sara's cheek, pushing a stray strand of brown hair out of the policewoman's face.  "You're so
beautiful," purred Aspen, "I've missed you like crazy.  I can't wait any longer."

"Aspen..." said Sara quietly, when Aspen put her finger to Sara's lips to silence her.

"Shhh..." she shooshed, keeping her finger on top of Sara's plush lips.  Sara instinctively took it into her mouth and
licked it gently, swirling her tongue around the digit and coating it with her hot saliva.  Aspen pulled her finger back
and put it into her own mouth, tasting her lover's saliva with relish.  Aspen gently pulled away the top of Sara's
sleeping bag and let herself fall on top of the brunette, their crotches and tits pressing against each other.  Aspen
and Sara wrapped their arms around each other fiercely before frenching voraciously, the two women devouring
each other's lips and tongues with no restraint, as weeks of mutual, built-up lust came out full force.  Aspen and
Sara panted heavily as the hot kiss became fiercer, their tongues entwining and embracing like separate entities.
Aspen moved her hand down to Sara's waist and pulled the bottom of her shirt up, revealing her slender but built
waist.  Sara's hand wandered to Aspen's butt, where she pulled down the sweat pants Aspen wore and revealed her
naked cheeks.

"No underwear," said Sara through the passionate kiss before shoving her tongue against Aspen's again.  "You're
such a slut."

Aspen broke off the kiss for a moment and pulled her thick sweater over her head, revealing she also wore no bra.
"Damn right," said Aspen as she panted, her tits heaving as she breathed.  Aspen laid her body against Sara's,
cupping the cop's tits through her shirt as Sara pulled the sleeping bag over her and her scantily clad lover.
Underneath the sleeping bag, Aspen reached under the bottom of Sara's sweatshirt and drove her hands up to
caress Sara's tits, which were also not confined within a bra.  Aspen grinned as she continued frenching Sara, the
women drinking a steady flow of saliva from each other's mouths.

"Slut," Aspen whispered through her kissing.  Sara pulled the sweatshirt over her head, leaving her torso bare.
Aspen broke off the blissful kiss and dove into Sara's bosom, licking the valley between Sara's tits.  Sara gasped as
Aspen licked her smooth skin, her tongue electrifying every nerve it touched.  Aspen continued flowing down Sara's
curvaceous body, her tongue running down her tits, her rib cage, her smooth belly, before reaching the waistband of
her pants.  Aspen pulled the elastic waist down, revealing Sara's wet pussy mound.  Inhaling her sweet musky
aroma in the darkness of the sleeping bag, Aspen teased Sara's clit with her tongue, brushing against it without
penetrating it.

"Suck my clit!" demanded Sara as she gyrated her hips erotically.  Aspen threw off the cover of the sleeping bag
and turned her body around, so that her juicy clit hovered over Sara's head.  Sara smiled as she reached for
Aspen's asscheeks to bring her womanhood down to her lips.  Sara held Aspen's pussy above her, the Witchblade
wearer inhaled deeply, drinking in Aspen's vaginal musk before slipping her tongue into the folds of the tanned
woman's pussy.  Aspen gasped into Sara's cunt as Sara sucked ravenously on Aspen's black haired bush.  Aspen
clenched her hands into fists and grabbed the sleeping bag for support, the erotic pleasure drowning her brain as
she fell limply atop Sara, the policewoman's pussy mound inches away from her tongue, yet Aspen found her
strength drained and her mind too lost in ecstasy.  Aspen closed her eyes and moaned loudly as Sara pleasured her,
her wet tongue swirling around in her fucktunnel, her pussy burning with lust as Sara kissed it.  Without warning
Aspen orgasmed, sending streams of hot honey down her lover's throat.  Aspen rested her head on top of Sara's
smooth belly, the scent of Sara's horny clit making her dizzy combined with the reek of her own orgasms.

"Aspen," said Sara, "c'mon you slut.  Show me why I fucked you on that island all night."

Aspen grinned and nodded before she gently moved her head to Sara's throbbing vagina and devoured it.  Sara
groaned loudly in pleasure as she finally found relief from the burning in her loins.  Sara gyrated her hips erotically
in tune to Aspen's tongue fucks, shoving Aspen's face directly into her crotch, burying it.  Sara lifted her legs and
wrapped her thighs around Aspen's head, locking it into place.  Sara saw Aspen's dripping snatch bob invitingly in
front of her as Aspen pleasured Sara, so the insatiable cop dove into it again, eliciting another loud gasp from
Aspen, who in turn, sucked harder on Sara's love-starved hole.  Now both women were panting into each other's
clits, each of them feeling their lover's hot breath against their crotches.  Both women madly sucked on each
other's cunts while their tongues swirled around within their sexes until they orgasmed in unison, each woman
feeding their lover a large serving of cum.  The two horny women voraciously lapped up each other's cum like dogs,
both relishing in the sweet taste of their orgasms.  Once it was over and the two panting women were satisfied,
Aspen collapsed completely, her body drained of energy and dripping in sex fluids.  Both women fell asleep, with
Aspen on top of Sara's pussy bush, and Sara with Aspen's dark pubic hair tickling her lips.

                                               ***

Lara Croft slept soundly in her tent, unaware of the bestial acts going on two tents down from her.  Lara slept so
soundly she didn't notice the tent door open.  Lara awakened suddenly, however, the instant the blindfold made
contact with her eyes.  Lara cried out but found herself suddenly unable to speak as the blindfold was tied tightly
around her head.  Lara felt a body crawl into the tent and hover itself above her.  From what the British woman
could tell, it was a naked woman.

The mystery woman opened Lara's sleeping bag, Lara finding herself unable to move, as if anticipating something.
Lara felt the mystery woman's hot breath on her face, which Lara almost found arousing, being a blind prisoner of
this person.  Lara felt the woman kiss her on the lips, her tongue entering her mouth and massage Lara's own
tongue.  Lara's brain told her to resist and fight back, but somehow Lara wasn't listening and found herself kissing
back with singular enthusiasm, the archaeologist's pussy becoming moist and throbbed with excitement.  The
mystery woman broke off the kiss and Lara felt her pants being removed, followed by her panties, which was now
sticky from her juices.  The woman slid the sticky garment down Lara's legs and thrust her tongue down Lara's
snatch.  Lara gasped and moaned, spreading her legs farther apart to allow her rapist deeper access down her
vagina.  The rapist responded with more furious sucking and thrusting, completely devouring Lara's throbbing
pussy lips with her own lips.  Lara threw her head back and forth as the pleasure overloaded in her brain, her
blindfold now soaked in tears and sweat.  With a loud gasp, which Lara tried to smother, the British woman
orgasmed, sending globs of vaginal honey down the mystery woman's throat.  The mystery woman remained
stationed at Lara's snatch until she milked the horny Brit dry.  Then, as soon as she finished, she left the panting
woman alone in her tent.

"No..." said Lara weakly.  She tried to stop her tormentor, but she found her legs and arms were like massive
weights for some reason, and could not beg for more.  After a few moments, Lara recovered, and masturbated for
hours.   When she finally went to sleep, she had several wet dreams about her anonymous tormentor.

                                               ***

Early in the morning, Aspen Matthews crawled out of Sara Pezinni's tent, where she had slept with her lover after
having sex.  The athletic woman stretched her stiff limbs and basked in the cool mountain air, her hot naked body
feeling the cool kisses of the wind.  Aspen giggled as she put on her pants and sweater, knowing how mischievous
and naughty she was last night.  After she finished dressing, Aspen crawled back into her tent and laid down in her
sleeping bag.  Ahhh...Sara... she thought.  I love you.

After the four women got up, they had breakfast, through which all of them ate silently, and commenced their hike
through the mountain.  As they walked, Jean felt a thought rush into her head…

                                              *****

"Where are we going?" asked Caitlin as she sat obediently in the helicopter, her voluptuous body clad in her silk
robe.

"There," said Sebastien as he pointed out the window towards a black temple in the horizon.

                                              *****

"Jean?" asked Sara, concerned about the psychic girl's sudden lack of reaction.

"I know where they are," said Jean.  "Follow me," she said as she ran.

After running for about forty minutes, the four women saw the temple standing before them.

"Is this what you saw in Egypt?" asked Lara as she examined it, looking at Sara for an answer.

"Yes," responded the Italian cop, her Witchblade gauntlet expanding to encase her body in sharp metal barbs.

"Then we're dealing with some sort of cult," said Lara as she drew out her guns.  "A demon cult, and that girl is
some kind of avatar for something."

"She is, and that something is an ultimate demon," said Jean.  "She's pregnant, and she'll give birth once all the
elder demons fertilize her egg."

"Well, let's make sure this one doesn't get a chance," said Lara as she clipped fresh cartridges into her pistols.

                                              *****

"Reilan," said Sebastien as he saw a four foot man-like demon stand at the altar.  "I didn't expect you to be here."

"Shut up, Sebastien," said Reilan in a thick Irish accent.  "You've always tormented me because I was short, but
there's nothing short about my abilities."  The short demon, who resembled a bald man with a greenish hue to his
skin, undid his loincloth, revealing a penis that was unusually long for a creature of his height.  "Nor of this."

"Please," said Sebastien as he turned away.  "No need to bring that out for my sake."  Sebastien pulled Caitlin by
the hand towards the altar, her eyes fixated on the midget's dick.  Sebastien undid Caitlin's robe, letting it fall
gently along her curves to the floor.

Reilan grinned as he saw Caitlin's nude body, "You are truly food for the devil lords," the Irish demon cackled.

"That's exactly what I said to her when I first met her," smirked Sebastien as he laid Caitlin gently on the altar,
goosebumps erupting on her skin as the cold stone touched her back.  Sebastien spread Caitlin's legs apart, her
musky cunt scent driving him wild with arousal.  Sebastien had to fight hard to resist the inviting allure of Caitlin's
pussy.  "You…may begin," Sebastien said to Reilan with disgust.

Reilan excitedly jumped on the altar and squatted between Caitlin's legs, the redhead's body a giant compared to
her rapist.  Reilan gripped her thighs with his hands and thrust his hips into her crotch, penetrating her cunt with his
surprisingly large dick.

"Mmm..." moaned Caitlin as the sweet sensation of penetration flooded her pussy.  Reilan laid himself on top of
Caitlin, his dick still firmly buried within her vulva.  The short demon's head sat between Caitlin's massive hooters,
which jiggled as the demon thrust his man-meat into her, Caitlin gasping with every thrust.  Reilan grabbed one of
her massive tits and wrapped his lips around her nipple, biting deeply into her flesh.  Caitlin screamed as Reilan bit
into her tit, her body jerking in pain, which only increased the pleasure for Reilan.  He continued thrusting his hips
into her crotch while sucking on her tit, drawing milk from the swollen mammary and drinking it, smacking his lips
with satisfaction.  Caitlin writhed with pleasure underneath the short demon, the hard meat filling her uterus
stiffening rapidly, ready to shoot more seed into her ripe womb.

Sebastien watched this act with contempt, envious of the midget demon.  "Show-off," he muttered as he turned
away and tried to ignore his loveslave's lustful wails.

                                              *****

The four women walked into the temple, Lara in the lead with a flare to guide them through the pure darkness
within.  After wandering down a long narrow hallway, they reached a room with four doors, each one going down a
separate corridor.

"Great," said Lara sarcastically.  "I've always hated temples with multiple paths."

"Jean, you're psychically connected to the girl, right?" asked Sara.  "Can't you tell where she is?"

"I tried," said Jean, "but there's something weird about this temple.  I can't get a fix on her."

"Fine," interrupted Lara, "there's four of us, four corridors, do the math.  Holler if you find the girl, and meet back
here in half an hour, tops.  Got it?"

"Yes," Jean, Sara and Aspen all said in unison.

The four women went their separate ways, each one ventured down a different corridor.

Jean thought to herself, Lara may be a bitch, but her pussy tasted good.  The psychic girl smiled at the memory of
last night as she tongue-fucked a blindfolded Lara while holding her down telekinetically.  Maybe I'll do her again
when this is all over, the redhead thought, her mind not focused on the mission.

After walking through the hallway, following its dizzying series of twists and turns, Jean's mind still focused on her
sexual fantasies, which resulted in her walking straight into the altar room unaware of her predicament until
Sebastien began laughing.

Jean opened her eyes in shock as reality sunk in.  The man who raped her stood before her, his grin spreading
across his face while the tall woman who kissed and restrained her laid on an altar while a midget raped her, the
pleasure Caitlin experienced was felt by Jean, who tried desperately to restrain it.

"Stop...right...there..." Jean said slowly as she squeezed her legs together to close her vagina tightly.  Sebastien
noticed this and stepped closer while Reilan ignored the redhead's threat, Caitlin shaking violently from the
midget's powerful humping motions.  With Caitlin's moans of ecstasy echoing through the room, Jean found the
fight to restrain the intoxicating pleasure she and Caitlin shared almost impossible to win, as she felt trickles of
warm vaginal juices flow through her panties to stain her trembling legs.  Jean looked up and saw Sebastien
walking towards her, his stride confident and his expression pure evil.

"Stay...away…from...me..." said Jean through deep breaths as she felt like an orgasm would rush over her at any
moment.  The psychic mutant formed a telekinetic shield to keep the demon man away, but the redhead's mind was
unfocused, and the shield flickered in and out of existence until she couldn't keep it solid any longer.

"Don't deny it," said Sebastien, his voice echoing through Jean's mind, along with Caitlin's increasingly loud
moans.  Jean tried turning away but was enraptured by the sight of the teenager being raped, her arms desperately
clinging to the edges of the altar to restrain her body from pleasure spasms.  Jean moaned as she saw this, her
resistance to the carnal temptations fading.  "You share a mental link with my Caitlin," said Sebastien, whom Jean
just realized was right in front of her.  Sebastien cupped her chin and lifted it gently, her eyes gazed upon the dark
man's handsome features.  "It means you love her, and you loved me raping you."

"No..." said Jean weakly, although in truth, it was true.

"Yes..." said Sebastien, his voice hypnotic to Jean's horny body.  "Your pussy craves for me," the man whispered
as his other hand went to the waistband of her pants.

"No...." moaned Jean as she closed her eyes, the resistance in her body fading while the mental link between her
and Caitlin intensified.  Sebastien reached under her pants, under her sticky panties and caressed her cunt, soaking
wet with her juices.  Jean gasped as the demon massaged her clit, his hands igniting her every nerve.

"Let it go," whispered Sebastien in her ear, the man's tongue licking it gently.  Jean shuddered loudly as her last
ounce of resistance disappeared, the mental link between her and Caitlin absolute and the vaginal juices that
accumulated within her gushed out like a waterfall, drenching her panties and soaked through her pants.  Jean fell
weakly against Sebastien, submitting to the pleasure.  The demon's hand continued to molest her cunt, his hand
coated with her honey.  Jean panted heavily against the demon man's chest, her drool staining his shirt.  Jean
weakly looked up at Sebastien, who smiled as he thrust two fingers into her pussy.  Jean screamed as Sebastien
rammed his digits and poked against her insides.  This, coupled with the feelings she shared with Caitlin, caused
Jean to orgasm instantly, sending another gush of fresh honey down her cunt as she screamed into Sebastien's
chest, her trembling arms hanging weakly onto the demon man's muscular frame for support.

Caitlin felt Reilan coming and let go of the altar's edges to allow herself to drown in her orgasm's pleasure.  Caitlin
gasped with steady rhythm in sync with Reilan's humping motions, while the licentious redhead bucked her hips to
constantly meet with the midget's crotch.  Caitlin gasped madly as Reilan thrust into her like a piston, her body
rocking with his powerful ramming until he climaxed, hot seed bursting out of his cock to fertilize Caitlin's egg.
Caitlin screamed loudly as indescribable pleasure washed over her brain, spreading the feeling all over her body.
Caitlin's massive tits shot up in the air as she arched her back in a blissful spasm, her nipples feeling like they were
about to burst with the milk her tits were filled with.  Caitlin screamed over and over, her body bucking like a wild
animal as Reilan continually pumped his seed, until Caitlin felt an unbelievable pleasure peak in her womb, and
passed out from the carnal overload.

Jean felt the full brunt of Caitlin's climax and orgasmed just as ferociously, the redhead's pants now completely
soaked with honey while her sweaty white T-shirt clung to her every curve, her nipples stabbing against the nearly
transparent material.  Jean fell unconscious against Sebastien as he pulled his hand out of her pants.  Sebastien
sniffed Jean's honey, which coated his hand while the redhead lay limp at his feet.  Sebastien kissed Jean on the
forehead and wiped his hand clean on her tank top, rubbing mostly against her chest.  "Slut," he said as he grinned.

Reilan dismounted Caitlin, the giant beauty sleeping in a pose of ecstasy, like a snapshot in the middle of her
orgasmic convulsions.  "She was incredible," said Reilan to Sebastien, who wrapped Caitlin's robe around her
sweaty body, the material clinging to her every curve.  "I want her again," said Reilan ecstatically.

"Later," replied Sebastien as he cradled the sleeping girl in his arms.  "Why don't you take that one instead?" the
demon man suggested, turning his head towards Jean Grey.  "She's no Caitlin, but quite a piece of meat."

"Excellent," said Reilan as he rubbed his hands in anticipation.  "Goodbye, Sebastien, and Caitlin."

"Farewell, Reilan," the demon man said as the wall behind him opened, allowing him to escape.  The doorway
closed itself a few moments after Sebastien and his loveslave disappeared into the shadows, on their way to the
next altar.

Reilan walked towards Jean's body and undid her pants, already wet with her own cum.  The midget demon tore off
Jean's panties, dripping in her sex juices.  The midget demon lifted the sticky garment and sniffed it, relishing in
the scent of the girl's orgasms.  The demon put his new treasure aside and gazed at the redhead's scarlet-haired
cunt, already glistening with sex.  As he was about to penetrate it with his still rock-hard cock, the demon felt a
sharp pain in his forehead.  Putting his hand on his head, he felt blood and looked up to see three more women at
the door, one of them with a smoking pistol in her hand.  The demon felt his consciousness vanishing before he
could do anything about them, and fell backward to hit the floor in cold death.

"Jean?!" yelled Aspen, Lara and Sara as they all ran to the redhead's side.

My god, thought Sara as she looked at Jean's abused body, this little fucker did this?

Jean moaned as she regained partial consciousness, her head still reeling from her intense orgasms, while her
pussy still throbbed with desire.  "What?" she said in a puzzled daze as her vision focused to reveal Sara, Lara and
Aspen standing by her, all their faces revealing their concern.  Jean, no longer morally objective about reading
minds without permission, reached out and saw their genuine concern for her well being.  Jean smiled at that, her
mind at ease knowing that even though they were hard on her, they still cared.

"I'm fine," said Jean as she weakly tried to stand up. Aspen and Sara grabbed her arms to help her as Jean found
her strength was not enough to even lift her own body.  "Thanks, you guys," she said, nodding and smiling to both
women at her sides.

"What now?" asked Lara as she looked around the room, seeing no other doorways or escape routes.  "Any idea
where they went?"

"None," answered Jean weakly.

"Uh…guys?" interrupted Aspen, her voice filled with concern.  "These temples disappear after they escape
remember.  Shouldn't we get out?"

"Right," said Lara, "let's get out of here."

=====

                            (V) INTERNAL AFFAIRS

Caitlin Fairchild walked weakly by her master's side as they returned to his mansion.  The tall redhead's hair was
dirty and her skin was covered with sweaty filth.  Caitlin continually hugged her belly through her silk robe, her
normally toned body now pregnant with a demonic offspring.  Sebastien looked down at his mindless slave as he
lead her by the arm down the hallway.  She was clearly pregnant by the size of her belly, and judging by the way
Caitlin constantly moaned, she was suffering from everything a 'normal' pregnancy would offer.  Caitlin suddenly
staggered to the ground and threw up, filling the hallway with the putrid stench of vomit.  Sebastien wrinkled his
nose as his nostrils filled with the fumes.  Before he could even open his mouth, one of the demon man's faithful
servants was already running down the hallway with a mop.

Caitlin, vomit and drool flowing down her chin, weakly said, "I'm sorry master," her emerald eyes filled with almost
child-like innocence.  Sebastien smiled and pet her on the head like an obedient dog.

"That's alright my pet," he replied as they continued walking, leaving the mess behind.

Sebastien led Caitlin to a massive bathroom where two leather-clad women stood ready by an inset bathtub.  Wisps
of steam escaped from the surface of the hot water which filled it, while the warm scents in the air revealed the
water had been scented.  Sebastien gently removed Caitlin's robe, showing the women her pregnant form.
Sebastien urged his slave into the bathtub, while the two handlers went to work cleaning her body.  Caitlin sat on a
raised ledge under the water's surface so she sat waist deep in water, the redhead still clutching her swollen belly.
The women handlers poured water over Caitlin to wash the dried filth off her body, while one of them lathered her
body and the other rinsed shampoo in her red tresses.  Caitlin sat still, looking down while the woman scrubbing her
body moved to her pendulous breasts, the handler fondled and rubbed them with sweet-smelling soap.  As the two
women finished, they poured more water over Caitlin, her pale skin and bright red hair now gleaming.  Caitlin was
escorted out of the bathtub, Sebastien feeling an erection poking against his pants as he saw Caitlin's form emerge
dripping in hot water.  The two women took out large towels and dried her off gently, aware of her fragile womb.
"Thank you," said Sebastien to the handlers, who bowed their heads slightly.  Sebastien signalled with his head and
the two women left the room.  Sebastien brought out a new robe from a nearby closet and put it over Caitlin's body,
her belly and large breasts barely fitting within the robe's confines.

"How do you feel Caitlin?" the demon man asked as he stroked the redhead's cheek gently.

"I feel tired," pouted Caitlin, "I don't wanna go anywhere now."

"But we must," said Sebastien as he cupped Caitlin's chin.  "We're going to the next altar."

"Altar bad...make tummy hurt." said Caitlin, her ability for coherent thought now severely diminished with her
sexual slavery.

"Don't worry," said Sebastien assuringly, his tone comforting to Caitlin's ears.  "After this, I'll make it all better."

                                               ***

Jean Grey slept soundly in one of Lara Croft's guest bedrooms while Lara, Sara Pezinni and Aspen Matthews were
downstairs discussing their plans.

"Ireland was a real waste of time," said Aspen as she sulked against the table.

"Since when can we say otherwise?" asked Lara, her tone stern as she crossed her arms over her massive bosom.
"Everytime we get to a temple, we fail to save the girl and she gets fucked."

"You know," interrupted Sara, "sometimes I wonder why the hell we're even chasing this girl.  We don't even know
her."

"We know she's going to give birth to some demon and it would spell the end of humanity as we know it if she
does," replied Lara.

"How do we know that?" asked Sara.  "Just because Jean said so?"

"Yes." answered Lara.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I think that's not good enough reason to travel across the world to always get
there too late and get our asses kicked."

A moment of silence followed before Lara tossed her head back in frustration and replied, "I know it's crazy, but I
just want to save that girl."

"Why?"  asked Sara.

"I've seen the look in her eyes, she's lost and confused.  I think that man has enslaved her, and I can't stand that
kind of thing.  That is why."

"Hm..." scoffed Sara, admitting defeat.  "I thought you wanted her for a fuckslave."

Lara smirked as Sara suggested that, "Already got two of them."

Aspen smiled and playfully said, "What is your order master?"

Lara turned towards Aspen and said, "Fuck."

The three women ran upstairs to Lara's master bedroom and closed the door behind them.  Lara turned the handle
until it clicked, locking it in case Jean woke up and peeped at them.  As Lara turned around she saw Sara and
Aspen already out of their pants and pulling their shirts over their heads.  Lara unbuttoned the blouse she wore and
undid her trousers, letting the brown slacks fall gently to the ground.  All three women were clad in nothing but their
underwear, their bodies emanating with lust.  The horny trio dove onto the bed and began feasting upon each other
with need.

Jean's peaceful slumber was gradually turned into a restless sleep as she tossed and turned, her frequency
increasing until she barely stood still.  The mutant girl's skin glistened with sweat as her body jerked around, her
beautiful face moaning and grimacing with fear.  The slip that Jean wore clung to her every curve as her
perspiration soaked the material.  Jean slowly whispered garbled words as her dream began….

Jean was standing in a dark room, the shadows so overwhelming she could not even see herself.  Without warning a
loud click echoed through the air, startling her and causing her to jump slightly.  Jean felt her breasts jiggle
unrestrained and realized then she was naked.  Jean looked up and saw a blinding spotlight had turned on above
her, revealing her nude body to anyone who was watching.  Jean bashfully tried to cover her breasts and pussy to
the best of her abilities, her tits too large to cover with one arm.  Jean reached out telepathically for any other
minds, weary of any leerers who were gawking at her nakedness.  Jean sensed a presence very close by, one that
seemed familiar, and was aware of Jean's presence.  Jean panicked as she sensed the other mind scan her location
and desperately hid herself from detection.

*Don't bother,* a voice said within Jean's head, a voice Jean knew belonged to the other mind.

Jean could hear footsteps ahead and looked in the direction they were coming from.  A lithe, sensual looking
woman with red hair stepped within the boundaries of the spotlight, just enough for Jean to see her curvaceous
form.  The woman was clad in knee-high polished black stiletto heel boots and black leather g-string panties that
barely covered her cunt.  Around her torso was a black leather bustier, exactly like the one Jean had once worn as
the Black Queen.  The woman's long red hair flowed over her shoulders and shimmered in the light, but her face
remained hidden by the shadows.

"Madelyne Pryor?" Jean asked the dark figure.

"No," the woman replied, her voice sounding exactly like the Jean Grey clone Madelyne Pryor.  "I'm someone
else.  Someone who has been hidden for a while."

"Who are you?"  asked Jean, weary of who this strangely attractive woman was.

"I am your darkest sexual side," replied the woman, who stepped closer to Jean into the spotlight.  Jean gasped
and stepped back as the woman's face was revealed as her own.  Jean tripped and fell back, the dark Jean standing
over her.  "You let me partially out as the Black Queen, but now, I'm fully free from that prison you made for me."

"Me?  Prison?" asked Jean with fear.

"You were always so shy about sex, always insisting on marriage and proper acquaintaincy first.  Then the Hellfire
Club gave you experiences you never imagined, and you wanted more.  I was born then."

"No." said Jean with shock, realizing it to be true.

"Yes," smiled the dark Jean as she reached for Jean's red hair.  Dark Jean pulled Jean up, Jean gritting her teeth
as her rich, long hair was pulled by her dark doppelganger.  "Now, you're a slut," the leather-clad Jean said.  "You
want to fuck the dark man, you want to fuck that redhead he's with, you want to fuck Lara, Aspen and Sara."

"Yes..." whispered Jean as she submitted to her guilt, her arms hanging weakly by her sides, revealing her full
body to her double.

"Thinking about them makes you wet doesn't it?" whispered the dark Jean into Jean's ear.

"Yes..." admitted Jean as her cunt began moistening.

"Then fuck them," the dark Jean whispered.  "Fuck them all."

"Yes..." whispered Jean back in the real world, her cunt trembling with lust underneath the hot blankets.

Back in the dream, Jean stared weakly at her double's crotch, one of her cunt lips visible beside the thin leather
strap that filled her pussy crack.  Jean inhaled the scent of her double's clit, her musky odor arousing Jean beyond
belief.  "Go on," said her double as she noticed Jean's lust in her eyes.  "While you're at it, why don't you feel
this?" said the dark Jean clone as she imprinted three minds into Jean's brain.  Jean shuddered violently as the
mental energy flooded her mental senses, intense, unrestrained passion flowed through her lobes and spread itself
through her body, her nipples hardening and her pussy dripping with juice.  She was connected to Sara, Aspen and
Lara, feeling all their sexual ecstasy as they fornicated.

Aspen laid herself on the bed while Sara laid beside her and Lara sat kneeling on the bedside, her mouth drooling
for Aspen's dark snatch.  Sara hungrily pulled one of Aspen's tits out of it's bra cup and sucked upon it ravenously,
flicking over Aspen's hardening nipple with the tip of her tongue.  Aspen gasped and put her hand on Sara's thick
brown hair, pressing the cop's head into Aspen's gorgeous cleavage.  Lara dove herself into Aspen's cunt, moving
down her white panties to suck it with equal passion as Sara was giving Aspen's breast.  Aspen moaned loudly as
Lara buried her face in her crotch, Aspen's dark pubic hair tickling the British woman's nose while her wet tongue
danced inside Aspen's hot clitoris.

"It's...too...much..." shuddered Jean as she felt all the sexual ecstacy of the three combined minds, a continuous
stream of juices flowing out of her trembling cunt down her legs.  The psychic mutant closed her eyes and gasped
continuously as the passion between the women grew.  The dark Jean lifted Jean to her feet and kissed Jean on the
mouth, the mutant girl returning the kiss with ferocious need, the sexual intensity of the three women needed to be
unleashed upon someone.  Jean wrapped her leg around her dark double while embracing her tightly, the double
returning the embrace with her hands cupping Jean's smooth asscheeks.

"You're a whore," said dark Jean through the kiss as she extended her tongue in and out of Jean's hungry mouth.
"Yes...." acknowledged Jean as her tongue danced with her double's.

Sara left Aspen's saliva coated tit to move to the marine biologist's panting lips, which she consumed.  Sara tasted
her lover's hot breath and muffled her soft moans with her tongue.  Aspen shoved her hips farther into Lara's face
as the British adventurer ate deeper into her heady cunt.  With a scream muffled by Sara's probing tongue Aspen
burst with sticky cum, staining the sheets beneath her while filling Lara's eager mouth with her sweet nectar.  Lara
drank her clit dry and jumped on the bed, sitting at the top with Aspen's head between her spread legs.  Sara
straddled Aspen's torso and unfastened her sweaty bra, her big tits spilling out of their lace prison and bobbed
erotically in rhythm to her straddling motions.  Aspen reached for Sara's crotch and moved aside her sticky panties
to insert her finger into Sara's brown snatch.  Sara reached over Aspen's head, her tits dangling invitingly over her
while the New York cop drove her own fingers into Lara's own brown snatch.

"Yes..." moaned Jean as she felt the three women begin their fuck chain, her double licking up the sides of her
shoulders and neck.

The three women went into a series of heaves and pumps, like they were part of a machine.  Sara pumped Aspen's
digit while probing Lara's clit, massaging the insides of her vagina.  All thee women moaned continuously, filling the
room with their cries of rapture, which collectively pooled together within Jean Grey's mind.

Jean fell to the ground weakly as her double pushed her down and her mind was bombarded by the sudden spike in
sexual pleasure.  Jean's double stared down at her and smiled wickedly, "You're a whore Jean, nothing but a
whore," she said as she thrust her finger up Jean's love hole.

The horny trio of women continued their rhythmic onslaught on each other's cunts.  Sara's gorgeous ass bounced
erotically as it drove itself on top of Aspen's pumping digit, while Lara clasped her vulva around Sara's exploring
finger.  Lara gripped the headboard behind her for support as she felt her vaginal muscles tighten and the heat built
up within her.  Sara squeezed the bedsheet with her free hand, grabbing a handful of the soft material. Aspen
gripped Sara's slender wrist tightly and opened her mouth to fasten herself around one of Sara's sweaty hooters
that dangled pendulously over her head.  Sara threw her head back with ecstasy over and over, her long hair flying
everywhere, her gorgeous face now covered by her long sweat-soaked tresses as she prepared for the inevitable.
Sara and Lara climaxed simultaneously as they screamed out their lust together, both their bodies writhing with
pleasure as hot waterfalls of honey gushed out from between their legs.  Lara stained the inside of her thighs with
cum and splattered over Aspen's dark hair while Sara coated Aspen's digit with her honey, also filling the marine
biologist's hand with the thick liquid.  Aspen brought out her handful of liquid to Sara's panting lips, which Sara
lapped up like a dog.

Jean screamed out loudly, her pleasure cries echoing through the infinite space of her mind.  She felt the rapture
wash over her brain, numbing her senses as her pussy drained itself with fresh honey.  As Jean caught her breath
and stopped cumming, she was finally able to open her eyes and looked down at her sweaty body, now clad in the
uniform her double was wearing, who was now gone.  Jean was not surprised however, and smiled as she realized
the truth, "I've become her."

                                              ****

"Where's Jean?" asked Lara frustratingly.

"Here's a note," said Aspen as she found a piece of paper on the dresser beside the bed.  "Says, 'Gone to town,
come back tonight, Jean.'"

"Where the bloody hell could she go?" asked Lara as she grabbed the note.

                                              ****

"Sorry ma'am," said the shopkeeper as he looked over the total on the cash register.  "Your credit card is no good
here.  We don't take American Express."

"Do you accept any other payment?" asked Jean as she leaned against the counter, her slip dress revealing her
bounteous cleavage.

"Umm..." stuttered the middle-aged clerk as he stared at her breasts.  "We...I...uh..."

Jean walked around the counter to the other side, swaying her round hips seductively as she did so.  Jean was face
to face with the clerk, his eyes focused upon her shapely body, barely covered by the short, red silk dress she
wore.  Jean undid the thin strap over her left shoulder, followed by the one on the right, letting the silk fall to the
ground, revealing her entire body to the shocked clerk.

"Hey!" he yelped in surprise, his cock pressing against his pants.  "Someone might come in."

"Let them," whispered Jean as she went on her knees, her eyes level with the bulge in the man's pants.  Unzipping
his fly, Jean released the man's cock and pressed her lips against the tip before shoving it into her mouth.  The man
groaned, closing his eyes in bliss as Jean wrapped her tongue around the man's member.  The man pushed himself
deeper into Jean's willing mouth, Jean caressed the shivering cock with her lips, coating it's length with saliva with
her soft tongue. The naked girl sucked hungrily on the cashier's meat, moaning with pleasure while she fondled the
underside of his shaft with her tongue. Jean's cheeks tightened as her lips milked the cashier's pole. The man
gasped, climaxing, shooting his jizz into Jean's throat. Jean swallowed it all eagerly, her mouth continued to suck
the man's prick as he pumped his load.  When he finished, Jean pulled out and wiped the tip clean.  The redhead
stood up and put her dress back on, smiling at the still surprised shopkeeper.

"Have a nice day." the man stuttered as he gave Jean her bags, Jean accepting them with a polite thank you and
walked out.

Jean returned to the mansion and hid her bags in her room before the three women questioned her.  Jean smiled
coyly and told them she went to get some air, which they believed, although Aspen swore she saw some cum on
Jean's lips.

That night, after eating dinner, Jean politely excused herself and went back to her room excitedly.  Jean closed the
door behind her and locked it before running to the bags under her bed.  Producing one of them, Jean pulled out a
leather outfit like the one in her dream, with some alterations.  Jean took off her clothes, staring at her gorgeous
figure in the mirror and cupping her breasts for a while before putting on the outfit.  Jean slid the leather g-string
panties up her legs and rest them around her hips, the cool leather feeling wonderful against her hot clit, which
throbbed with anticipation of what the night would bring.  Jean slid her slender legs into knee-high stiletto boots,
exactly like the ones in her dream.  Finishing the outfit was a brasier made out of black leather similar to the one
her dark double wore, except this one was much more open in the centre, and it didn't cover her breasts.  Instead, it
laid them out so they stood proudly supported atop her chest, wantonly.  Jean admired herself in the mirror, Damn,
she thought, I'm hot.

                                               **

Aspen Matthews brushed her teeth in her bathroom as she prepared for bed.  Tonight, Sara, Lara and her decided
to refrain from sex, since Jean was in the house.  Aspen was about to spit when she heard something, like a
whisper.  Aspen paused and listened again more attentively this time.  "Aspen..." the whisper said.  Aspen quickly
spit and rinsed and followed the strange call, her mind too curious to resist.  "Aspen..." the whisper continued, the
tanned woman increasing her speed as the source seemed nearer.  The voice seemed to come from a room in the
back of Lara's mansion, which Aspen had never been to before.  The voice finally stopped as Aspen faced a
wooden door in an unlit corner, which Aspen believed was the source of the voice.  Aspen cautiously turned the
knob and entered.  Inside, there were lit candles everywhere, lighting the room with an eerie orange glow.  Aspen
slowly treaded into the room, looking around frantically as she wondered what kind of room was this.  Aspen
jumped with surprise as she heard the door close suddenly behind her.  Aspen turned and saw Jean Grey, clad in
her sexy leather outfit, standing in front of the closed door, blocking the exit.  "Hello, Aspen," Jean purred as she
strolled seductively closer to the shocked woman.

"Jean?" asked Aspen as she stepped back.  "What's going on?  Why are you dressed like that?"

"Don't you like it?" asked Jean, her tits bobbing hypnotically with every step she took.

"Well...it's...uh..." stuttered Aspen as she reacted to the frankness of Jean's question.

"Admit it, you love it.  You wanna suck my tits." said Jean.

"What?" said Aspen, taken aback by Jean's accusation.

"You suck Lara's clit, Sara's clit, everybody sucks everybody's clit, except me.  I want some head too."

"Jean, I don't know what to tell you but.."

"I know all about you and your lesbian orgies!" interrupted Jean loudly.  "I know you would never talk about them
in public, but I'm a mind-reader remember?!"

"Jean, take it easy, I..." said Aspen, her gaze unable to focus away from Jean's luscious breasts.  Aspen felt her
clit grow warm at the thought of feasting upon her mammaries, the fleshy mounds bouncing invitingly as they stood
supported atop a leather brazier.  What's happening? thought Aspen to herself as she took a step back from Jean's
advancements, her judgement clouded as she continued to be mesmerized by Jean's tits.

"You want me," said Jean, answering Aspen's thought.  "And I want you." said the redhead as she stepped up to
Aspen and pushed her to the floor.  As Aspen hit the carpet with a thud, she suddenly found all her resistance
drained from her body and found herself almost aroused by Jean's rough methods.  Jean lowered the shoulder
straps of Aspen's nightgown and pulled the thick garment down her shapely form, until she pulled it off her feet,
leaving the marine biologist naked.  Jean drank in her captive's beauty, admiring her toned body as well as her
delicious tits.  "You're so hot," she said sensuously, licking her lips in anticipation.  Jean laid herself on top of
Aspen and kissed her desperately, the marine biologist resisting with equal force.

"Jean!" Aspen cried as she the redhead pulled out.  "I..." the marine biologists words were suddenly cut as her
mind began getting foggy.  Jean smiled as Aspen felt her ability to concentrate melt away, her ability to resist
fading.

*I'm doing this,* thought Jean, sending it into Aspen's brain.  *Just relax, and enjoy it.*

Aspen's head fell back gently against the floor, her neck now unable to lift the seemingly heavy cranial weight.
Aspen tried desperately to speak, but found her lips almost impossible to move.  All she could muster was enough
strength to open her pouty lips.  Jean took the opportunity to shove her tongue down Aspen's mouth, caressing her
captive's tongue with her own.  Aspen moaned as Jean's lewd tongue embraced hers, the taste of Jean's saliva
filling her mouth.  Jean continued her kiss while squeezing Aspen's naked tits, the tanned woman's nipples stiff
against the redhead's palms.

Aspen closed her eyes and rolled her head back, her brain lost in a sea of ecstasy.  The marine biologist succumbed
to the pleasure and returned Jean's kiss with building passion, which pleased Jean enough to return some of
Aspen's strength to her.  Aspen used her new mobility to slide her hand over Jean's smooth ass, the leather
g-string shoved up her moist crack.  Jean buried her hands in Aspen's dark hair while rubbing her crotch over
Aspen's licentiously, both women's cunts wet for each other.  Jean broke off the kiss and slid her tongue across
Aspen's chin, Aspen lifting her head back further to allow Jean to taste her neck.  Aspen's skin grew hotter as Jean
began sucking on her left tit, adorning her breast with saliva.  Jean enveloped the fleshy mound with her lips,
devouring Aspen's flesh.  Jean tasted the sweat excreted from her breasts and flicked her tongue over the
engorged, hard nipple.

Aspen dug her fingers into Jean's crack and pulled out the sticky leather thong, Jean gasping into Aspen's flesh as
she felt the hot leather garment get released from her body.  Aspen moved the garment down to Jean's knees so
she could caress her dripping pussy.  Jean moaned and bit gently into Aspen's tit, wrapping her tongue around
Aspen's nipple and swirling the sensitive little knob over and over.  Aspen gently massaged Jean's damp pussy
mound, caressing and rubbing it until Aspen's hand was wet from the horny mutant's juices.

Jean let go of Aspen's spit-drenched tit and kissed her urgently, Aspen continuing to fondle the lips of Jean's
pussy.  The two gorgeous women frenched voraciously, this time Aspen kissed with every bit of enthusiasm Jean
did.  The dark haired woman gently slid a delicate finger into her lover's pussy folds.  Jean broke off the kiss as
she began moaning continuously, thrusting her hips violently against Aspen's digit.  Jean gripped Aspen's head with
need and buried it in her heaving bosom.  Aspen kissed and devoured Jean's quivering right tit, sucking with carnal
hunger on Jean's stiff nipple.  Jean used her mental powers to share the pleasure building in her brain,
overwhelming the dark haired woman who drooled and moaned across Jean's hooters, her warm spit flowing down
Jean's round breast.

Jean kissed Aspen's toned shoulders sensuously, running her tongue across her tanned flesh.  Jean moved to
Aspen's exposed neck while Aspen thrust another finger into Jean's clit, pushing both of her digits deep into Jean's
hot vagina, her fucktunnel already well lubricated with her juices.  Jean began gasping loudly as her lungs burned
for air, her round hips slamming into Aspen's fingers, already sticky with the redhead's love honey.  Jean's
pleasurable gasps turned into grunts of rough pleasure as Aspen's fingers drove themselves deeper and deeper,
while the insatiable mutant continued driving her hips onto them.  Aspen's slender fingers were now completely
enfolded within Jean's vulva, her vaginal muscles constricting around them as a climax built up within her, Jean
quivering with lust.  Jean and Aspen screamed in unison, Jean's mental powers projecting her orgasm to Aspen,
their sweat soaked bodies writhing sensuously against each other as fresh honey burst from their vaginas,
drenching their thighs and seeping into the carpet beneath them, which was already wet from their perspiration.

Jean and Aspen laid gasping on top of each other, their sweaty forms still radiating with heat and lust.  Jean pulled
Aspen's fingers gently out of her clit, the digits exiting with a slurping sound out of Jean's sopping wet pussy.  Jean
pulled the honey-coated fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, her tongue wrapping sensuously around
Aspen's digits, Jean basked in the taste of her own orgasms.  Jean rolled herself off Aspen's sweaty form and laid
down beside her on her back.  "Come here," Jean said playfully, curling her finger towards Aspen.  Aspen forced
herself up, her naked body weak and reeking of perspiration and cum.

"Suck my clit, suck it, you whore!" ordered Jean sternly as she shook off the leather panties around her ankles
and spread her legs.  Aspen crawled between Jean's thighs and drove her face into Jean's pussy, her nose filled
with the fumes of Jean's musky cunt scent.  Aspen gently probed Jean's moist cunt lips with her tongue, until Jean
leaned forward and grabbed Aspen's head firmly, pushing Aspen's face deeply into her sex.  Jean rocked her hips
violently as she thrust herself into Aspen's face, the marine biologist's probing tongue now lodged deeply into
Jean's wet pussy.  Jean gasped loudly with every push, her hands buried in Aspen's dark hair as she held her head
deeply against her clit.  Aspen moaned softly, her voice dwarfed by Jean's ecstatic moans as well as being muffled
by Jean's heady cunt, enfolded within Aspen's mouth.  Aspen tasted Jean's juices from her previous orgasms, her
sweet nectar driving her wild.  Aspen rubbed her tongue against Jean's pussy walls, thrusting the thick muscle in
and out of Jean's vulva.  Jean dug her hands deeper into Aspen's hair and grasped handfuls of her thick locks, her
body shuddering as she felt a climax approach.  With a loud scream, Jean orgasmed ferociously, her back arching
and her body tensing with sexual pleasure, a river of cum flowed out of her clit, leaking into Aspen's sucking
mouth.  Jean squeezed her thighs around Aspen's head, locking the woman at her sex while she continued cumming.

Jean finally caught her breath and gently let Aspen go, the marine biologist still sucking loudly on Jean's vagina.
Her pussy still throbbing with hot lust, Jean smiled and pet her gently on the head as the tanned woman continued
her tongue-fuck.  "Good whore," said Jean softly as she gasped with pleasure.  One down, she thought to herself,
two to go.

                                               ***

"Lara, I've got to go back to New York soon." said Sara as she sat at the table with her lover.

"I see," Lara said in response, her arms crossed.  "Vacation time over?"

"Yeah," replied Sara.  "I've been kicked off the force once, and I don't want to get kicked off again, especially for
something as dumb as not showing up for work."

"Well, it's too bad.  We still haven't saved the girl."

"The girl!" said Sara with severe annoyance.  "Again with the girl!  That girl looks like she likes getting raped, so
let her be.  It's not worth getting hurt over.  You should know that!" snapped Sara as she pointed an angry finger at
Lara.

Lara sat silently and looked at Sara with an icy stare.  Sara took a deep breath and said, "Sorry.  It's just that, I
came here expecting a nice, relaxing vacation.  Instead, we travel to Egypt and Ireland to rescue some girl I don't
know, from what appears to be demons, although we're not totally sure.  All I wanted was to come here, see the
sights, yadda yadda yadda, and have wild sex with you and Aspen every night.  Say, where is Aspen?"

"Good question.  She wasn't in her room this morning, so I thought she was down here, but she's not.  Maybe she's
lost in the hallways or something."

"She's gone," said Jean as she entered the kitchen, her curvaceous body in white silk robe that went only
mid-thigh.  Sara and Lara stared at her with eyes wide open, shocked at how revealing her attire was, her long,
sleek legs clearly visible while the robe's front was barely tied, revealing the valley between her breasts.  The
bottom of the robe was closed, but at certain angles and with Jean's hips swiveling as she walked, Lara could see
the edges of her red bush.  "She had to go to some new research facility early this morning.  I guess she forgot to
tell you two.  She just told me because she woke me up with her shower this morning."

"Really?" asked Lara.  "Why didn't either of us wake up?"

"Heavy sleepers I guess," replied Jean as she stroked her red hair seductively.  "Being psychic, you tend to pick
up things most people don't.  It makes you a light sleeper."

"Makes sense," said Sara, her eyes somehow mesmerized by the redhead's scantily clad body.  No, thought Sara
to herself, Aspen and Lara are my lovers, Jean's just some nobody.  Still, pretty sexy nobody.

"Wonder why she didn't tell us though," said Lara, also captivated by Jean's sudden upfront sexuality.  Damn, the
British woman thought, what's happened to her?  She's so sexy.

Jean smiled as she read their minds.  It's working, she thought to herself.

After eating breakfast, Jean walked back to her room, Lara and Sara watching her ascend the staircase as the
short robe revealed her ass from below.  Jean smiled a sinister smirk as she read the lewd comments the two
women made about her.  The redhead opened the door to her room and walked in, locking it behind her.  Jean
hummed to herself and undid her robe, the white silk garment flowing gently around her curves to hit the floor
silently.  Jean went to the huge walk-in closet that was in the room and closed the door behind her as she entered
it.  Jean reached out to the wall and turned on the lightswitch, rows of old jackets lining the walls as they hung from
long wooden poles.

Lara has a lot of old rags, thought Jean as she walked past them, their old smells filling up the small room.  Jean
walked past the rows of coats until she reached the closet's far corner, where a very large jacket hung.  Jean
pushed aside several jackets beside the large one, their old hangars scraping against the beam that they hung on.
The large jacket was now by itself, hanging before Jean on a wire hangar.  Jean unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall
to the ground, revealing the nude, dirty body of Aspen Matthews hanging limply, her wrists wrapped in a wire
hangar.  Jean ran her eyes up and down her gorgeous body, her head hanging limply against her large bosom while
a red-ball gag was fastened around her head, silencing her.  The wire hangar cut into Aspen's wrists, purple bruises
visible where the hangar dug into her flesh.  Jean slapped Aspen in the face, the tanned woman waking up with a
moan and weakly lifted her head, her black hair in her face, making her unable to see who hit her.  Jean parted the
dirty locks out of Aspen's beautiful face and unfastened the ball-gag gently, a sticky layer of drool coating the
rubber ball as she pulled it out of her slack lips.

"How's my whore?" asked Jean seductively, her hand leaning on her round hip.

"Let...let..me...go..." begged Aspen, her body weak and her lips trembling.

"Oh no," smirked Jean as she shook her head.  "If I do, you'll tell Lara and Sara, and they'll kill me for having sex
with you."

"I...won't...tell...." muttered Aspen weakly, the pain in her wrists affecting her ability to speak.

"Don't bother wasting energy," said Jean.  "Let's do this telepathically."

*Aspen,* thought Jean, projecting her voice into Aspen's head.  *What do you have to say, or should I say think?*

*Let me go,* thought Aspen, her thought read by Jean's mental powers.

*Like I said, if you do...*

*I won't!* Aspen's thought echoed through Jean's mind.  *Besides, even if they found out, they probably won't
mind.  They both think you're pretty hot.  I mean, the three of us have sex all the time, so they don't have a
problem with having four-way sex.*

*Yeah right,* Jean thought.  *I know you're telling the truth about your orgies, but it's much more fun doing it this
way.*

*What are you going to do?*

*I'm going to seduce Sara, and Lara.  I'll make them suck my clit like whores, just like you.  Then, I'll tie them up
and leave them hanging in my closet to be my sex toys.  Just like you.*

*But, if you let me go and don't use your mind powers and just have sex with them without forcing them, we can just
fuck together,* thought Aspen, trying her best to sound seductive.

*Nice try at seduction,* thought Jean.  *But I can read past anything like that.  I like the idea of forcing you
whores to do my bidding.  The thrill of conquest, the knowledge that I have to break you every night.  The fact that
I am forcing you to do this, with you begging to be released afterwards, that is what I live for.*

*You're insane," thought Aspen.  "You sick mother fucker.*

*I'm not a mother fucker,* thought Jean as she stepped closer to Aspen.  *Although I'm an Aspen-fucker.*

Aspen concentrated for the millionth time and tried to turn into water, which was her power.  *Sorry Aspen,*
thought Jean.  *I've blocked out that ability from your mind temporarily.  Quite easy to do actually, seems you
don't have mastery over it yet.  Interesting power, but not as good as mine.*  Jean kissed Aspen on the lips, Aspen
refusing to kiss back.  Jean licked up Aspen's neck and kissed her left nipple passionately, flicking the tender knob
with the tip of her tongue.  *See ya,* thought Jean as she re-inserted Aspen's ball gag and put the thick coat over
Aspen's dangling form.  As Jean left, she could hear Aspen's pathetic cries in her head, the redhead smiling with
sinister glee.

                                              ****

Sebastien led Caitlin by the arm into the temple's main room, where an altar just like the previous ones sat in the
center.  "Lay down there," ordered Sebastien, his finger pointing to the black stone foundation.

"No..." resisted Caitlin as she shook Sebastien's grip off her arm.

"Caitlin, you would resist me?" asked Sebastien calmly, knowing how strong his power over the girl was.

"I..." Caitlin stuttered, her mind in conflict.  "I...don't want to hurt anymore," the girl weakly replied, her hands
clutching her swollen belly through the silk robe.  "Don't wanna grow anymore," said Caitlin, her belly appearing to
be about three months pregnant, even though it was only a month since her initial fertilization.

"I think I can change her mind," said a new voice from over Sebastien's shoulder.  Sebastien whipped around to
see the face of another dark man, this one with black hair that flowed down to his neck, his face partially covered
by wisps of it.  Dressed in dark clothing, the man was handsome, although in the same, devlish way Sebastien was.
The new man's eyes betrayed his true identity however, as they glowed red with an eerie brightness, showing he
was another demon in disguise.

"Reaver," greeted Sebastien to the new demon-man.  The two demon men shook hands.  "I never expected you
would be a demon elder."

"It's amazing what you can do if you put your mind to it," replied Reaver, his finger pointing at his temple.  "I can
see you've been busy as well." said Reaver, gesturing towards Caitlin's shivering form.

"Oh, yes.  You know what you must do."

"Yes.  I look forward to it.  She's breathtaking." the demon man said as he gazed at Caitlin.

"Feel fortunate," Sebastien said, noticing the attraction in Reaver's eyes.  "Many men pay thousands to do what
you're about to do to her."

"Is that why so many of the elders are dead?  You won't let them live with the joy that they cheated you out of
money."

"I didn't kill the elders!!" snapped Sebastien defensively.  "Well, maybe one, but there have been these other
women chasing us.  They want to rescue Caitlin."

"Rescue?  Are you holding her against your will?"

"No.  Caitlin is mine, body and soul.  Isn't that right Caitlin?"

"Yes, master." replied Caitlin obediently.

"Alright then, shall we begin?" suggested Reaver.

"No," said Caitlin, turning her body away from Reaver, "no."

"Caitlin doesn't feel so good.  Carrying the demon baby must be rough on her." explained Sebastien.

"I don't think any of us thought it would be easy on her.  But I have an idea." said Reaver with optimism in his
voice.  "Caitlin?"

"Yes?" she asked weakly, her face looking down to the floor away from Reaver and Sebastien.

"Please come here.  I won't harm you, I promise."

Caitlin paused for a moment, and her primitive intellect told her to go to him.  She did.  Reaver gently grasped
Caitlin's wrists and pulled them off her pregnant stomach, placing them on his chest.  Caitlin was confused, but
found the touch of his muscular torso very arousing, her hands now feeling him through his clothing.  Reaver moved
his hands to her face, clutching her cheeks gently.  "You're so beautiful," he said softly, Caitlin blushing in
response.  Reaver moved his hands slowly down her neck, sensually caressing Caitlin's pale flesh, the redhead
shuddering softly, closing her emerald eyes and tilting her head back.  Reaver grasped the thin material of her robe
and slowly moved it down her built shoulders.  Caitlin put her arms to her sides and allowed the demon to remove
her clothes, the cool air of the temple biting into her bare flesh.  Reaver drank in her naked body, Caitlin was a
pinnacle of womanhood even when pregnant.  Reaver stepped forward towards Caitlin, his crotch now less than an
inch away from her pussy.  Reaver continued to feel Caitlin's skin, moving down her shoulders and arms.  Caitlin
kept gasping as Reaver moved his seductive fingers down her arms, her flesh getting goosebumps as he electrified
her nerves with pleasure.  Reaver moved his wandering hands to her breasts, grasping the plump globes with his
fingers.  Caitlin gasped loudly as her breasts, heavy and sagging with milk, were suddenly cupped by the man's
seemingly magic fingers.

Sebastien muttered and turned away, annoyed at how Reaver had the audacity to fondle Caitlin in front of him, and
that Caitlin seemed to enjoy it.

Caitlin thrust her breasts out towards Reaver, her nipples growing hard against the demon's palms.  Reaver let go
of her left tit, his palm moist with milk, and moved his hand down to her trembling pussy.  Reaver touched her
vaginal lips with the same gentle caresses he gave the rest of her body, his fingers brushing against her pubic bush
while touching her pussy lips edges just at the right points.  Caitlin moaned, her pussy blazing from Reaver's touch.
She felt her juices pour out of her cunt and slide down her long, trembling legs.

Reaver whispered gently into Caitlin's ear as he continued sawing his fingers against her engorged clit. "Caitlin?"

Caitlin responded only with a moan, her mind too lost in pleasure to answer coherently.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Reaver asked, grinning as he knew what the answer would be.

"Yes..." moaned Caitlin as she wrapped her arm around Reaver and pressed her moist cunt against his cock,
bulging through his pants.

Reaver turned the girl around and pushed her onto the altar, Caitlin placing her arms at the sides of it for support
while spreading her legs wide for Reaver.  Reaver undid his pants, revealing his erect penis to Caitlin.  Caitlin
licked her lips sensuously as she saw his organ, her mind already imagining how wonderful it would feel.  Reaver
put himself on all fours above Caitlin and shoved his rod down her cunt, Caitlin shuddering with immense pleasure
as he rammed it down.

                                                *

Jean lay naked on the disheveled bed, her skin sweating from an hour of intense masturbation.  Jean's right hand
was sticky with her honey, which she spread over her heaving tits, coating her nipples with thick cum.  Jean licked
her fingers clean when she felt an immense mental spike drive itself through her head, causing her to scream.  The
scream was more like a scream of pleasure rather than of pain, the spike was an intense sexual rush.  Jean knew it
was her mental link to Caitlin, and that she was getting impregnated at that moment.  Jean continued screaming out
her lust, her body on fire and desperate for relief.  Jean took her still sticky hand and immediately began to whack
off her engorged clit.  Her other hand fondled her perfect breasts, which bobbed in sync to her body's gyrations.
Jean leaned forward and guided her left tit to her mouth, feeding herself her own erotic flesh.

                                                *

Reaver grunted with every violent thrust, followed by a loud gasp from Caitlin, the two lovers producing a melody
of their hedonistic pleasure.  Sebastien tried to shut it out, his disgust growing as he heard more and more of Caitlin
being raped by Reaver.  Caitlin panted desperately underneath Reaver, his pelvis grinding into hers with inhuman
strength.  Caitlin felt so enraptured by the pleasure she continued spreading her legs to open her labia lips even
further to draw more of Reaver's massive pole into her belly, her leg muscles threatening to snap like a rubber
band as she did so.  Reaver leaned forward, being careful not to put too much pressure on Caitlin's pregnant fetus.
Reaver's face hovered directly over Caitlin's, her goddess-like features were blurred as she tossed her
lust-contorted visage back and forth with erotic excitement.  Reaver lashed out his face at the right moment and his
mouth intersected with Caitlin's, catching the girl off-guard with a big wet kiss.  Caitlin moaned around Reaver's
tongue in her mouth, while the horny redhead kissed back with equal ferocity.  Caitlin's gasping mouth was
completely covered by Reaver's, their tongues molded together in a lust-fueled reaction, the two lovers inhaling
each other's hot breath as ferocious orgasms threatened to climax within each of them.

                                                *

Jean felt the inevitable coming and braced herself, her sweaty hands grasping the headboard above while her pelvis
rocked erotically in rhythm to a lover that wasn't really there.

                                                *

Caitlin and Reaver gasped in tandem as Reaver continued his onslaught, his prick expanding rapidly within
Caitlin's vagina.  Caitlin screamed out her building lust with increasingly loud screams, while Reaver grunted as he
felt himself climax, his hot load released from within him to flow into Caitlin's vagina.  Caitlin orgasmed with
indescribable force, her breaths coming in rapid pants of bliss as Reaver's hot member pumped it's seed into her
belly.  Caitlin's brain was drowned with such unbelievable pleasure she felt like she was separated from her body,
floating in a sea of pure sexual nirvana.  The redhead was brought back to earth with a sharp spike of pleasure, too
much for her brain to handle and causing her to faint, Reaver's cock still firmly held by Caitlin's pussy lips.  Reaver
looked at Caitlin's exquisite face, droplets of sweat covering her cheeks while she slept peacefully.  Reaver felt
himself harden simply looking at her, her face so peaceful and gorgeous, her mouth hung open slightly in a scream
of pleasure, while her bosom heaved with her heavy breathing, her milk-filled tits bobbing like water balloons.

"That's enough, get off her." said Sebastien sternly to Reaver.

"Sebastien, you sound angry." said Reaver almost playfully.  "Why?"

"Just get off her." ordered Sebastien, his eyes narrowing in anger.

"Well," said Reaver as he pulled himself out of Caitlin, her pussy lips seeming to resist his exit.  "if it's any
consolation, she is beyond belief.  She is an angel, a goddess."

"And she is mine." Sebastien said, his tone curt.

"Oh, we'll see." grinned Reaver as he pulled up his pants.

Sebastien scowled angrily at Reaver, his eyes focused on him in rage even as he walked by the smiling demon.
Sebastien picked up Caitlin's limp body, her legs so drenched with sticky goo Sebastien had trouble getting a grip.
Without saying another word to Reaver, Sebastien left.

During the car ride home, Sebastien looked out the window and watched the scenery.  The dark limo passed a sign
that read, "NOW LEAVING NEVADA."  Sebastien looked to his side where Caitlin continued to sleep soundly,
her lips still smiling with bliss from her love-making with Reaver.  Caitlin woke up with a soft purr and looked up at
Sebastien.  "Master?" asked Caitlin.

"Yes, my whore," replied Sebastien, looking at Caitlin's perfect features.

"Reaver was good, can I fuck him again?"

Sebastien scowled and slapped Caitlin across her face, sending the redhead to the floor.  Caitlin whined with pain as
she clutched her sensitive belly, which flared like a fresh wound as soon as she hit the ground.  "You will never,
ever see Reaver again!" yelled Sebastien, his voice overpowering Caitlin's cries.  "You are mine!  Only mine!
When this is over, I am your only master!  Understand?!"

Salty tears flowed down Caitlin's cheeks and her lip trembled as she looked at Sebastien, her mind unable to
comprehend why her beloved master would ever hurt her.  "Yes," she said weakly through a sob.

                                              ****

Jean breathed heavily on the bed, her skin covered in sweat while her vagina was drenched in her own cum.  Jean's
hair laid plastered against her head with perspiration, and her pendulous tits heaved gently as she wheezed.  A
knocking at the door interrupted Jean's thoughts, the redhead swearing in her mind.  "Who is it?" asked Jean
through her gasps, although her mind-reading power told her who it was.

"It's Sara," replied the woman outside the door.  "I heard you screaming.  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," answered Jean, her lips turning up in a sinister smile.  "Why don't you come in Sara?  I have something
I want to show you."

                                    End of Chapter 05

The Demon Mother: Part 6
Degredations
By Bernie

Sara Pezinni opened the door and walked into Jean Grey's bedroom, the New York policewoman concerned about screams she heard coming from within.  Sara opened the door and saw Jean lying on the bed naked, the room reeking of perspiration and cum.  Sara turned her eyes away from Jean's naked body, although she did it out of courtesy rather than lack of interest in what she saw.  "Jean, I'm sorry," Sara apologized.  "Was there something you wanted to show me?"

"You're looking at it." replied Jean as she smiled wickedly.  Jean concentrated and used her telekinesis to close the door behind Sara, and as Sara turned around to see the door lock with a click, Jean psychically disabled the brown-haired woman just as she was about to command her witchblade to expand.  "Good night, little slut." thought Jean as she walked towards Sara's unconscious body.  Jean grabbed Sara's wrists and dragged her to the bed, plopping the policewoman onto the soft sheets.  Jean licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed at Sara's body, her beautiful face so serene and peaceful, her round hips hugged tightly by her jeans, and her luscious breasts straining to be freed from inside the white t-shirt Sara wore.  Jean quickly undid Sara's pants and pulled them off her long, sheek legs, Jean feeling her silky smooth skin with relish as she slid the material off her feet.  Jean removed Sara's socks, and pulled the tight t-shirt over the woman's head, revealing she wore no bra.  Jean stepped back and gazed at her prize, an ravishingly beautiful woman, unconscious and clad in only her white panties.  Jean pulled off the white garment slowly, Sara's dark pussy bush coming into sight inch by inch, until it came into full view.  Jean sniffed at Sara's crotch, drinking in her musky cunt scent, making the redhead even hornier.  Jean reached for a bag under the bed and produced a long dildo.  Jean looked at the hard, plastic shaft in her slender fingers and licked the end of it sensuously, closing her eyes and tasting the cool sex toy on her tongue, imagining it was a real man's tool.  After coating it with her saliva, Jean took the wet end of the dildo and slid it slowly into Sara's hot tunnel.  Sara moaned weakly as she felt her labia spread from the intrusion, her body too weak and too aroused to resist.  "I know all about this," said Jean as she continued to work the dildo.  "You and that whore Aspen, you would fuck each other with a dildo between each of your thighs.  Let's see how you like me!"

Jean finished shoving the dildo into Sara, the long plastic rod rising from her pussy like a javelin.  Sara moaned softly in resistance, aware of what Jean's intentions were.  Jean licked her lips and straddled Sara, positioning her snatch above the dildo's tip, before driving herself down upon it with full force.  Jean and Sara grunted in tandem, their insides igniting with a lewd fire that wished desperately to be turned into a raging blaze.  Jean cupped Sara's large breasts with her hands, and began bouncing violently on Sara's crotch, ramming the dildo deeper into both of the women, the plastic toy now vanishing from sight, lost in a fusion of pubic hair and juicy vaginal lips.  Jean and Sara groaned out in pleasure with every thrust, Jean's ass boucing erotically over Sara's cunt, now slick with juices.  The sizzling redhead squeezed Sara's breasts tightly with lustful energy, her hands reveling in their perfect roundness and massive size.  Jean, through heavy panting, wrapping her legs tightly around Sara's torso, locking the women in a sweaty union, their labia engaged in a passionate kiss as they fused together with heat and mutual lust as the dildo carressed them.  Jean leaned forward, now wrapping her arms around the heaving policewoman to fuse their bodies completely in a passionate embrace.  Jean kissed Sara on the lips, Sara kissing back with full, unrestrained animal passion, their tongues voraciously dancing like separate entities.  Sara buried her hands in Jean's gorgeous red hair, pulling the woman's mouth deeper into her own.  Sara pulled Jean's tongue out of her for a moment to admire Jean's stunnning face, Jean gazing upon Sara's ravishing looks with equal enthusiasm.  "You're so incredibly beautiful," whispered Sara, a loud shrill cutting off her line as Jean continued thrusting her crotch on top of Sara's.

Sara buried Jean inside her cleavage, clutching the sweaty woman's head against her bosom tightly like a prized possession.  Jean enveloped Sara's left tit, sucking loudly on her erect nipple while tasting the sweetness of Sara's smooth flesh.  Sara shuddered with every breath, her lungs burning as she felt her vaginal muscles contract around the dildo embedded deep within her belly.  Jean slammed down with her hips, ramming the dildo into her cunt until a climax threatened to ignite within her.  Sara and Jean screamed out their lust together, their gorgeous sweat soaked bodies writhing against each other urgently as honey splattered out of their cunts, drenching their thighs and staining the sheets with their love juices.  Jean, the slutty mutant, arched her back and squeezed her legs tightly around Sara as her muscles spasmed with the full force of her orgasm.

Jean kissed Sara once again, both women gasping into each other's hot mouths.  Jean pressed her fingers against Sara's skull and whispered, "Sleep...", Sara wondered why Jean would ask her to sleep, before she lost consciousness and Jean's smiling visage faded to black.

Lara sat in her study, reading her latest travel book out of boredom.  Lara smirked as she read, memories flooding back of the events that inspired each passage.  "Intersting read?" asked a voice, interrupting Lara's train of thought.  Lara put the book down and saw Jean Grey standing at the doorway, clad in a leather tube top that looked far too tight, while her crotch and ass were barely covered by the bikini briefs she wore, also made of leather.  "Jean?" asked Lara, puzzled by Jean's strange attire.

"In the flesh." replied the mutant girl as she stepped inside the study, her hips swaying seductively as she did so.  Jean stopped and leaned her hand on one round hip.

"Where's Sara?" asked Lara, noticing something very odd about her behaviour, although she admitted guiltily to enjoying the sight of so much of her flesh exposed.

"Sara went back to New York," answered Jean as she stepped even closer, Lara beginning to worry as the distance between the women grew shorter.  "You know, for her job.  She only had a few weeks vacation.  How long have you been on this stupid quest anyway?"

"Umm....almost two months," replied Lara awkwardly.  "I'm just surprised Sara left without saying goodbye, first Aspen, now her."

"Yeah, what's with people these days?" playfully inquired Jean as she stepped even closer, the two women now separated by two feet.  Lara, extremely worried at this point, stepped out of her chair and moved behind it, simply to have a physical object blocking Jean from her.  "Sara and Aspen wouldn't leave here without saying goodbye.  And what's with you recently?"

"What?" asked Jean.

"What's with all this slutty behaviour?" asked Lara, getting her body ready in a defensive pose.  "You're dressing and acting like a whore.  Why?"

"Whore?!" snapped Jean defensively.  "You should talk!  You let Sara fuck you in her apartment, and then you showered with her, and then you and Sara and Aspen have three way sex!  And you're calling me a whore?!!" yelled Jean, her tone's intensity increasing with each word.

"Jean...how did you know that?" asked Lara weakly, the British woman shocked at the breadth of Jean's knowledge about her.

"I'm a mind-reader remember?" answered Jean, pointing to her head.  "I know everything about you and those two, I can read all your experiences, and darkest fantasies." said Jean in a soft whisper.

Lara suddenly found herself enraptured by the sound of Jean's voice, as if hypnotized.  Jean smiled as she noticed, realizing she was enchanting Lara with her words, just as planned.  "All of them," whispered Jean, the words echoeing in Lara's mind.  Jean began feeding Lara all the British woman's secret desires.  "No..." gasped Lara as her mind was flooded with sexual images.

Lara was blindfolded and gagged while a man sodomized her on a table, two other men held her arms down, and both were awaiting their turn eagerly.

Lara was dangling naked in chains, a dominatrix that looked like Sara came up with a whip and lashed her repeatedly before kissing and raping her viciously.

Lara was thrown into a room full of naked men, who came onto her like a wave and ripped her clothes off, raping her all night in every spot on her body, every inch of her flesh was coated with sperm by night's end, while her mouth and vagina were flooded with the thick liquid.  And then a new group of men came in...

"Stop!" yelled Lara as she opened her eyes and saw Jean right in front of her, her eyes glowing with psychic lust.  "Just relax..." whispered Jean as she cupped Lara's tits, the t-shirt Lara wore now transperent with sweat.  Lara gasped as another flood of carnal fantasies filled her brain.

Lara was now the dominatrix, her body encased in tight leather while Aspen hung limp in chains, her eyes filled with tearful resistance.  Lara lashed her body without remorse, and then sodomized her with the butt of the whip.

Lara found herself once again in the room with the men, her body already coated with sperm from the previous orgy.  These new men were even bigger, and more vicious than the last.  All of them ravaged her body non stop, there was never a moment when Lara's ass, pussy, mouth, and tits had no penis squirting their load upon them.  Lara felt sperm entering her nose and ears, her hair completely washed with sperm.  Lara's entire world was to be man's fuckslave, and to live for the intoxicating thrill of sperm, as if she needed it to live.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Lara as she returned to the real world.  She pushed her arms out vioently, throwing Jean to the ground.  Lara ran out of the room, Jean's mind still transmitting sexual thoughts into Lara's brain.

Lara was lying in a fetal position in a dark room, until a man came in.  "Feeding time," the man said as he unzipped his pants.  Lara was an animal, always naked and never spoke, living only for sex, and subsiding only on men's seed.

"ARRRRGHHH!!" screamed Lara, her pants already soaked with her juices as she ran down the stairs blindly.  Lara tripped as she hit the last step, hitting the floor with a loud thud as another thought flashed through her head.

Jean and Lara were having sex, extremely wild and beastial sex, non stop.  Lara and Jean never left the bedroom, and never stopped making love.

Lara gasped as she felt her pussy explode with another fresh load of honey, her pants almost completely soaked.  Lara forced herself to get up as she ran to the front doors and with some effort, was able to open them.

Jean was giving Lara a monster hickey while her hands fondled the British woman's luscious tits.

"Get out of my head!!" screamed Lara as she staggered out of the house, running to her motorcycle.  Reaching into her sticky pocket, Lara pulled out her keys and started her bike, riding out of the mansion's driveway and disappearing down the road.

Jean walked out of the house, just as the dust trail from Lara's getaway died, and the British woman could barely be seen far over the horizon.  Jean crossed her arms across her chest and cursed.  "Fuck, that one got away." she thought.  "Oh well, at least I've still got my other two toys," Jean smirked as she turned around, closing the double doors behind her and locking them securely.

Lara's bike sat in a ditch a few miles away from her house.  Lara was lying in the tall grass several feet away, her wet t-shirt was tossed aside in a sweaty bunch, leaving her delicious tits exposed.  Her drenched pants were bunched up at her knees, while her hands rushed to her throbbing and wet pussy.  Lara needed to fondle herself wildly to appease her carnal hunger.  Lara massaged her snatch rapidly with her fingers, carressing her labia with her fingertips while spreading them apart to accomodate her probing digits.  The horny woman gasped as she felt her wet fuck canal get penetrated by her digits, warm juices flowing out of her newly spread clit.  Lara desperately pumped her fingers in and out of her snatch, her hips bucking in rhythm with her self-handling.  Lara tossed her head back against the stiff grass, her eyes closed, squeezing out salty tears of rapture and humiliation.  With her other hand Lara grabbed one of her bountious tits, which bounced penduously as her body slammed onto her own fingers.  Grabbing one of the sweaty mounds, Lara leaned forward, her mouth hung open with desire and her tongue dangling out with need as she guided her erect nipple to her mouth.  Lara ravenously mauled her tit, her teeth biting into her flesh while her tongue flicked across her nipple, the sensitive knob growing harder as she did so.  Lara's cheeks puckered inwards as she sucked loudly on her flesh, her mind begging her body to produce sweet milk to quench her thirst, even though she knew it was a wish that would never come true.  Lara bit deeply into her tit as she climaxed, the British woman screaming with both pain and carnal pleasure as fresh cum flowed out of her clit like a river, to collect in the lake of cum between her legs.  Finally, the insatiable burnette stopped, the fires inside of her extinguished.  Lara laid there for a while, panting in a desperate attempt to catch her breath.  Lara looked at her body, her breasts were red with her intensive mauling and pinching while her pussy bled slightly from the ferocity of her masturbation.  Lara wiped her cum-soaked hand on the grass and cried, her tears mixing in with the sweat on her face.  "You bitch!!" thought Lara as she thought back to what happened with Jean.  "I'll kill you!!"

***

Caitlin hummed softly to herself as she stroked her belly gently, the fetus now visible to the eye.  The naked girl was sitting in Sebastien's plane, Sebastien sitting beside her with his arms crossed and his look stern as he watched his pet.  Staring at his watch for the fifth time in one minute, Sebastien broke the silence between the two by saying, "Feeling better my sweet?"

"Yes master," replied Caitlin, still looking down at her belly.  The obedient redhead was fertilized almost two months ago, but appeared to be four months pregnant, her belly swollen with a demon fetus, and her breasts filled with milk.  "I feel good.  I wonder what I'll name my baby?"

"Don't worry about it." replied Sebastien, his tone serious.  Deep down, Sebastien thought this whole journey was stupid.  "All this time to fulfill a prophecy I myself don't even believe in." he thought.  "And I need my Caitlin.  I need to feel my manhood penetrating her belly, the sensation of my seed erupting into her womb, her screams of ecstacy, yes..."

Sebastien's thought was stopped when he heard Caitlin call to him.  "Master!" she repeated, still holding her belly.  "My baby just moved!"

Sebastien, his eyebrow cocked with curiosity, put his hand on Caitlin's belly, and felt the slightest motion inside.  Caitlin threw back her shoulder length red locks, her milk filled tits jiggling excitedly as she did so.  "Isn't it great?" the girl asked joyously.

Sebastien ran his hand across Caitlin's smooth flesh, the demon man relishing in the girl's silky skin.  "Certainly." he replied hesitantly.

***

Lara pulled her bike up to the gun shop and cut the engines, the bike's roar suddenly stopped.  Lara straightened her t-shirt, now stained with dried sweat, while her pants felt stiff with dried cum against her naked pussy, her panties now discarded somewhere along the road due to being far too drenched with honey to wear.  Lara opened the door and saw a man, about Lara's height, behind the counter polishing a new hunting rifle.  "May I help you?" he said, not even looking up from his gun.  The man looked up and once he saw it was Lara, he put the gun down and focused his attention on the dirty-looking archaeologist inside his shop.  "Lara!" the man said with a grin.  "How may I be of service?"

"Cut the crap," Lara replied sternly as she walked in.  The man stepped out from behind the counter and walked past Lara, his eyes always focused on the athletic woman.  The man turned around the sign hanging on the door, now telling everyone who looked at the window that he was closed, and then pulled down the shades.  "Whatever do you mean?" asked the man innocently.

"Listen Marv, I know what you want from me, and you aren't ever going to get it." replied Lara impatiently, crossing her arms across her chest.  "I want guns, lots of them."

"Why?" the stocky built man asked.  "You have tons of guns already, you have more than some European armys."

"Whatever," muttered Lara, her impatience growing.  "Just provide me with weapons, and I'll pay you handsomely."

The blond man grinned, "With what?" he asked.

"Money stupid!" snapped Lara, angry at the man's audacity.

"Alright, let's see it."

Lara reached into her pocket, when she realized she left her wallet back at home, along with all her credit cards.  "Oh bloody hell!" she yelled as she patted the rest of her pockets, until they turned up nothing.

"No money, no guns." replied Marv.  "Of course, you know there are other things I can trade for guns."

"Forget it you old pervert!" hissed Lara, completely angry.

"Old?  I'm thirty-eight."

"And still a virgin." said Lara, bringing a smirk to her face.

"Hey!  I am not!  Why you...Croft!  That's why I've always hated you!!"

"And I've always hated you, so the feeling is mutual.  I need the guns Marv.  Now."

"You know what I want Lara, meet me back here tonight in the back room, the basement." the man said excitedly as he rubbed his hands together.

"Fuck, let's get it over with now." sighed Lara as she turned towards the back.  Marv grinned and eagerly led her by the arm, until Lara shook it off and followed him hesitantly behind the counter.  The two went through a thick wooden door, which Marv locked behind him.  Lara stood in darkness for a moment until Marv turned on a light, which revealed racks and racks of guns lined up in a surprisingly large storage room.  Lara looked around at the guns, barely visible in the dim light, while Marv reached for a trapdoor in the floor.  The door opened with a loud creak, as well as the ear-piercing squeak of rusty hinges.  Lara sighed and followed him down the steps, the air getting colder as she descended.  The stairs led to a dark, narrow hallway made entirely of concrete, which ended shortly at a normal looking, hinged door.  Marv opened the door and waved Lara in like a gentleman, which Lara smirked at as she clutched her torso, the cold air biting into her flesh.  Lara entered the door and once Marv turned on the lights, saw the hinged door was actually the entrance to a cage, which was inside a slightly larger room.  Metal bars surrounded Lara on all sides, as well as above her.  An old looking bed sat in the centre of the cage as the only piece of furniture.  Marv locked the door excitedly, his hands fumbling with the locks as he did so.  "Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Lara sighed and said, "If you want me to fuck you, forget it.  Just a blow job, and maybe you get to see my tits."

"No, one fuck up your sweet pussy." said Marv, the perverted man reaching for Lara's crotch.

Lara stepped back, backing against the bars of the cage.  "No, no fucking, and no kissing."

"How about no kissing, you get naked, and I do whatever the hell I want with you."

"You've got to be kidding," sighed Lara, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Okay okay, no kissing, you get naked, I suck your tits.  Deal?"

Lara smirked her lips as she thought about the pervert's offer, her mind scanning all other options.  "Deal." she agreed as she walked towards the bed, her fingers reaching under her t-shirt.

Marv watched from behind as Lara took off her t-shirt, her beautifully toned, but still perfectly feminine back revealed to him in all it's glory, her massive tits spilling out of her t-shirt were visible as they swayed from side to side in their newfound freedom.  Lara's shapely ass came into view as she removed her crusty jeans, Marv was shocked when she had no panties on, but extremely pleased.  Lara got onto the bed, laying down on the squeaky frame and staring up at the ceiling, where a single lightbulb dangled from the top of the cage.  Marv positioned himself on top of Lara and dove into her bosom, feasting upon her gorgeous tits.  The horny man grabbed her left one with both hands, holding the melon like a treasure before devouring into her nipple.  Lara shuddered with hesitant arousal, her hands clenching the iron bars behind her.  Marv enveloped her breast with his lips, flicking across the tip of her nipple with his excited tongue.  Marv felt his cock grow hard inside his pants, his erection expanded as he felt his crotch brush against Lara's bare snatch over and over with his ravaging of Lara's hooters.

Marv couldn't take it anymore and reached into his jacket, producing a syringe.  Lara noticed the needle and pushed her hands out to throw the man off the bed, but Marv was able to jam the needle into her arm as she did so.  Marv fell over the edge of the bed as Lara hoped, but her arm felt numb as she felt whatever Marv had injected into her begin working.  Lara got up to get dressed but then felt the room spin, the iron bars turning into curved lines before her eyes.  Lara put her hand to her head and moaned, her brain beginning to feel foggy.  Marv took advantage of her disorientation to sneak up behind her and jam the needle into her neck, pushing the plunger all the way down to fill her bloodstream with the drug.  Lara backhanded him a few seconds after he pentrated her skin, which was when she noticed the pain.  Lara felt her knees begin to give away and she tried to walk towards the door, but found herself too weak to escape and collapsed on the bed.  Marv looked at Lara for a moment, her round ass jutted out towards him, her buttocks like round melons that begged to fondled, while her crack looked to him like a cry for a fuck.  Marv undid his pants and excitedly positioned his erect prick against Lara's ass, positioning it gently directly in the center of the hole before slamming his meat down.  Lara grunted in resistance as she felt herself get penetrated, her body too weak to even lift a finger in defense.  Marv put his hands on Lara's smooth asscheeks and fondled them, running his fingers across her smooth flesh excitedly.  Marv squeezed the flesh and spread them apart, widening her asscrack and allowing more of his shaft into her rectum.  Lara continued grunting, feeling her body betray her as her muscles contracted around his cock.  Lara closed her eyes and felt salty tears of shame flow down her cheeks, her mouth hanging slack and spilling drool onto the sheets.  Marv was now deep inside Lara, his testicles slapping against her labia.  The gun seller rammed himself steadily into Lara like a piston, but with the force of a train, the old bed creaking loudly as he did so.  Marv slapped Lara's ass repeatedly until they turned red and swollen. Lara whined with every loud smack, which echoed through the small room.  Lara cried into the sheets as Marv continued sodomizing her brutally, his cock expanding and about to burst with climax.  Marv grunted, and the tip of his cock exploded within her, his semen rushing down her ass.  Lara cried a loud grunt as she orgasmed, massive pleasure washing over her body, even though she hated herself for enjoying it.

"Oh Lara, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this!" exclaimed Marv as he continued to hump her asshole, even though he was in the middle of climaxing within her already.  By the time the gunseller stopped cumming, his cock burst again with fresh semen.  Lara whimpered into the bed, her body too weak to even scream.  All she could feel was the horrible pleasure that rocked her brain as load after load of hot ooze flowed up her asshole.

Marv let out his fourth load and pulled himself out of Lara's tight ass, which overflowed with his cum.  The satisfied man slapped her cheeks hard one last time as he pulled up his trousers.  "That was magnificent," he said as he unlocked the door.  "I'm a man of my word, I'll give you whatever guns you want, and with a little bonus, you got a few free fucks up the ass.  Can't beat that huh?"  the man laughed as he walked out the door, leaving Lara weeping and naked on the bed, her body soaking in her own sweat and sex juices.

***

Sara Pezinni woke up to find herself in total darkness.  With a simple thought, she commanded her witchblade to expand, and the feeling of her body being encased with sharp metal barbs confirmed that it listened to her.  The policewoman commanded the witchblade gauntlet to ignite, and instantly her fist was ablaze with orange flames, providing her with a lightsource.  Sara looked around and saw she was in a large closet lined with coats.  Sara moved her light towards an empty section of the closet and saw a tangled wire hangar hanging alone on a pole.  Sara had a bad feeling about it as she noticed bloodstains on the hangar's plastic coating.  Sara walked forward towards the closet door and opened it, shutting off the witchblade's flame as the light poured into the closet.  Sara squinted in the bright light and saw she was still in Jean's bedroom, or rather, Lara's guestroom.  Jean was nowhere to be seen.  Sara noticed then she had a square piece of material hanging loosely over her breasts, staying on only by a thin string that was tied around her back like a bra.  The material swung freely over her breasts, which were not restrained at all.  Sara also noticed she had a loincloth of equal looseness and of the same material, which much to her surprise, was completely transparent.  "Is this some kind of sick joke?" thought Sara, referring to Jean.  "Am I some harem girl?  Well forget it you slut."

Sara was about to leave the room when she heard a moan coming from the bed.  Sara turned toward it and saw it was Aspen.  Sara ran to her lover's side and looked at her, her body was a mess, as if she was malnourished and dehydrated.  A leather collar was wrapped securely around her neck, with a chain attached to it that was locked to the headboard.   "Aspen?!  What happened?!" asked Sara with great concern in her voice, clutching her beloved's hand, which was when she noticed the deep welts on Aspen's wrists.

"Sara...she fucked me...hung me in a closet," the marine biologist replied as she pointed towards the closet Sara had just emerged from.  "Barely fed me, so sore."

"It's okay Aspen, I got you." said Sara as she tried helping the dark-haired woman up.  Sara almost had her sitting up when she paused, a strong scent suddenly entered her nostrils.  "Do you smell that?" she asked Aspen.

"Yes, it's the aphrodesia," Aspen replied weakly.  "She bathed me in it.  Makes you so horny, unbelievable."

"She...must've gotten it from town," stuttered Sara as she felt her pussy grow moist, the thin loincloth's swaying was blowing cool air into her throbbing clitoris.  "Can't give in to it," whispered Sara as her body suddenly felt so heavy she sat down on the bed.  The New York detective felt incredibly horny as she touched Aspen's soft flesh, her nipples growing erect as she looked at Aspen's perfect beauty, even in her ravaged state.  "Help me," whispered Sara as she pulled off her top, throwing the thin material away.

"I can't." whispered Aspen through cracked lips, her hand reached up to touch Sara's dangling tits.  Sara positioned herself on all fours hovering above Aspen, the two women gazing into each other's eyes as they tried in vain to resist their temptations.  Sara fell on top of Aspen and their mouths met in a blazing hot kiss, Sara's saliva moisterizing Aspen's dry lips.  Sara's gyrated her crotch erotically over Aspen's, grinding her pelvis into Aspen's.  Aspen entwined her legs around Sara's calves, while hugging the beautiful policewoman's torso tightly.  While the two women continued frenching, they were unaware of a third person in the room, watching them silently with intense fascination.

"Hello girls," Jean finally said, her breathing heavy with arousal.  The redhead was clad in a black leather bodysuit, except there was a large hole around her crotch and her breasts were shoved tightly through two holes on her chest, the luscious mammaries engorged with blood.  A long dildo, the same one she had used on Sara, was in her hand.  Sara and Aspen looked over for a moment, but resumed kissing without giving her a second thought.  Jean crawled seductively onto the bed, positioning herself over Sara's pumping ass.  Jean smiled as she watched her shapely butt gyrate, Aspen and Sara's cunts kissing with as much passion as their mouths.  Sara and Aspen both felt themselves growing wet as their became aroused by their labias stroking rapidly against each other, their clits throbbing with heat and lust.  Jean took the long dildo in her hand and thrust it violently up Sara's ass, the witchblade wearer screaming into Aspen's mouth with pain.  Sara clenched her fists tightly, trying to bear the sudden agony of her rectal violation, the dildo feeling like hot steel up her ass.  Jean positioned herself on top of Sara, practically mounting her like a dog while lining up her hungry pussy with the dildo in Sara's ass crack.  With a hard thrust, Jean rammed the dildo up her snatch, filling her love canal with it's hard embrace.  Jean gasped as her pussy burned with arousal, her hips thrusting steadily onto the hard shaft, which slowly disappeared between Sara's ass and Jean's pussy.  Jean licked Sara's sweet flesh on her back, and moved up to her toned shoulders.  Sara's skin grew hot as she felt a climax beginning to build within her.  Jean reached under and grabbed Sara's tits eagerly, squeezing and pinching them with sex-fueled enthusiasm.  Screaming in unison, Jean and Sara orgasmed, their honey loads gushed around the hard plastic lodged tightly within them, adding to the wafting aroma of orgasms that permeated the room.  Sara collapsed, exhausted and her pussy still expelling honey, which leaked into Aspen's sweaty cunt.  Breathing heavily into the pillow over Aspen's shoulder, Aspen embraced Sara gently, kissing her on the head in a comforting way.  Tears ran down Sara's cheeks as Jean left the large dildo shoved deep up her ass.  The lustful redhead pulled herself out of Sara, leaving only a small piece of sticky plastic still outside of Sara's asshole.  Sara cried softly into Aspen's shoulder, her rectum burning with pain as the long dildo sat inside of her unyielding, like a spear.

Jean fastened a leather leash, identical to the one Aspen had, around Sara's neck.  A short chain attached to the headboard kept Sara in place, both women prisoners of the bed, held with leashes like dogs.

Aspen continued cradling and comforting her lover, turning towards Jean who was walking casually away with a confident smirk on her face.  Aspen narrowed her eyes in anger as the shapely redhead strolled towards the bedroom door.  "Why?" asked Aspen, her voice weak and her eyes welling up with tears.

Jean stopped as she read Aspen's thought, the marine biologist's words were too soft for the psychic mutant to hear.  Jean leaned on her hip and placed her hand on it seductively as she turned around, her pussy gleaming with juices.  "Why not?" replied Jean, licking her lips sensuously to mock Aspen.  "You two are now my sex slaves.  If you don't please me, I erase your minds and leave you two braindead vegtables, and then I'll fuck your comatose bodies until you die.  Got it?"

Aspen sat silently, her mind filled with rage towards Jean as she stroked Sara's sweaty hair gently.  "Oh yeah," said Jean as she crossed her arms across her naked tits, "if that dildo isn't up her ass when I get back, I'm going to whip you both, and then I'll shove even larger dildos up Sara's ass.  So don't try anything.  Bubbye!" Jean said cheerfully as she waved her fingers in a playful manner.  The dominating redhead left the room and locked the door behind her, leaving the two lovers, both drained of energy, in a comforting embrace.

***

Caitlin gasped with intense pleasure as she felt her latest demon consort ram his manhood up her uterus.  This one was a very large, muscular human-like demon except for his strange, almost half reptilian face.  Caitlin didn't care for the demon's appearance, however, all the insatiable redhead wanted was to be raped.

"Oh really now Gortoro," said Sebastien as he watched this lecherous act unfold, "she loves it rough, can't you see the longing in her eyes for you to pleasure her?"

Gortoro grunted as he sped up his pace, driving Caitlin mad with pleasure.  Caitlin gasped constantly as her burning pussy demanded more, the insatiable whore pumped her crotch rhythmically onto Gortoro's massive demon prick.  Gortoro was much stronger than her however, and her body movements were completely driven by his powerful thrusts.  Caitlin began to gyrate her exquisite body erotically, letting herself flop around in pleasure while her crotch locked her in place at the demon's sex.  Caitlin began mauling her massive tits, her hands electrified with lust.  Caitlin arched her back tightly, driving more of herself onto Gortoro's manhood as well as elevating her breasts, giving her more of her own sweet flesh to fondle.  Caitlin squeezed and rolled the massive milk sacs, pinching her nipples with lustful abandon until finally they burst with milk, the warm fluid coating her horny fingers and giving her bosom a gleaming shine.  Caitlin continued fondling her bosom, her tits sprayed so uncontrollably with milk, her hands were unable to gain a grip on her wet, milky tits.

Gortoro grabbed Caitlin's round hips and used them as a grip to impale Caitlin rhythmically on his dick, Caitlin writhing as her skin grew hotter with lust.  Suddenly Gortoro growled loudly and his thrusts became increasingly fast, Caitlin was unable to keep up with him, and gasped loudly with each penetration as she felt wave after wave of unfathomable and indescribable pleasure begin teasing her brain like small waves on a beach.  Caitlin let herself go and her body limply fell under his sway, her fists clenching as she felt her insides beginning to tighten around his member.  The horny teenager was forgetting more and more of her intelligence, and becoming more of a sexual beast.  Caitlin's beautiful thighs quaked around Gortoro's body while her body continued to sway against the cold stone of the altar.

"Fuck harder!" moaned Caitlin achingly, her mind now barely capable to say even those two words.  Drool covered her chin as it ran out of her constantly gasping lips and tears of ecstacy flowed down her cheeks, her body overwhelmed with pleasure.  Caitlin gripped the edges of the cold altar for a brace as she felt the inevitable, and screamed gloriously as she climaxed, pleasure hitting her like a million tidal waves over her brain.  Caitlin wailed loudly in bliss, her body trying to scream out her endless pool of lust.  Caitlin's labia clasped firmly around Gortoro's pumping member, the fleshy petals being carressed as his hot seed pumped it's way through his veind pole to burst out at the tip.  Caitlin writhed endlessly and her moans never ceased as the hot seed flooded her love canal.  Caitlin's pregnant belly bounced erotically as her entire body spasmed uncontrollably, until she felt the heavenly pleasure of Gortoro's seed fertilize her egg, and she passed out, her body tensing before her muscles slowly relaxed back to normal.

***

Climax rushed through her body as Jean screamed, her clit gushing with hot juices, coating her fingers which were lodged deeply within her.  Jean let her warm juices flow out of her sex until she ran dry, and forced herself to get up.  Jean wiped some excess cum and sweat off her pubic region, a large wet stain now soaking into the carpet of the hallway.  Jean ignored it, walking around the cum puddle as she unzipped the leather top she wore, and forced her red breasts out of the holes they were squeezed through.  Her perfect tits wobbled freely for a moment before settling down, and then swayed with her every step.  Jean discarded the leather top and walked to her room to retrieve her latest sex toys for her new cum slaves.

Aspen and Sara laid together on the bed, salty tears still running down Sara's beautiful cheeks while her rectum burned with pain from the large dildo deeply lodged within.  Aspen gazed at Sara's features, her sweaty brown hair surounding her lover's angelic beauty like a highlight.  Aspen felt her clit moisten as she stared, her mind filling with images of her and Sara making passionate love.  Aspen knew this was because of the aphrodesia still floating in the air, Jean had practically bathed Aspen in the chemical, brushing her tits and pussy with several coats, both regions still shiny with the solution.  Aspen kissed Sara on the forehead gently, and then put her hands on Sara's cheeks, wiping away the sobbing woman's tears.  Aspen held Sara's face in her hands for a moment to look her in the eyes, Sara doing the same.  "I love you Sara," whispered Aspen, "always."

"I love you too Aspen," sobbed the witchblade wearer through tears.  Sara carressed Aspen's cheek with the back of her hand, gently running it along her smooth, tanned skin.  Sara guided her hand gently down her neck, along her shoulders, and stopped at her arm before gripping it tightly.  "Don't let me go," begged Sara, her tone fearful, "no matter what happens, I won't let go, I won't let Jean hurt you anymore."

"I won't either," said Aspen, a tear beginning to form in her eye.  As the salty droplet began to form and it fell from her eyes, it dissolved into her cheek.  Sara noticed this, and touched her face where the teardrop vanished, finding her fingers go through Aspen's skin like she was sticking her hands in a lake, ripples forming around her fingers.  "Aspen?" gasped Sara, her eyes wide in shock.  "Your powers!  They're returning!"

Aspen's mouth opened wide with the realization Sara was right.  Aspen concentrated, her head throbbing with pain as she tried to break Jean's mental disabling of her powers.  Aspen concentrated that she had to save Sara, and herself, from Jean no matter what.  Aspen's head felt like it would explode from the strain, a vein beginning to pop in her forehead.  Aspen screamed as she felt the mental lock shatter, and her body exploded into water, leaving Sara drenched and lying in a wet bed.  The pool of water soaked in the sheets suddenly reformed into the shape of a naked, curvacious woman made of pure water.  Sara recognized her lover's face, even without flesh.  Using her powers, Aspen soaked the collar around Sara's neck with water until the leather became ruined, and Aspen was able to snap the material easily.  Then, the beautiful water creature grabbed the short stub of the dildo sticking out of Sara's ass, the cool, wet feeling of her fingers causing Sara to purr with relief.  Aspen gently pulled the dildo out of Sara, the policewoman gasping with alleviation as she felt the unwelcome intrusion finally leave.  Aspen pulled the sextoy out completely and discarded it over her shoulder before placing her hand reassuringly on Sara's back.  Sara embraced Aspen's water form, the water form embracing back, "Thank you," whispered Sara and Aspen together.  Sara kissed the water woman on the lips with passion, literally drinking into her tongue.  Breaking off the long kiss, Sara said with a serious tone, "Let's get that bitch."

Jean saw the water woman agree wholeheartedly with Sara before the two women got off the bed and started to walk towards her.  Jean stopped probing Sara's mind and her eyes widened in shock as reality sunk in.  The redhead turned frantic as she wondered what to do.  Jean put on a long coat from Lara's closet, along with a pair of sandals.  Jean grabbed Lara's wallet and passport, stuffing them into the jacket's oversized pockets, and then opened the window of the bedroom.  Jean jumped out without hesitation, her telekinetic powers letting her fall slowly to the ground and land gracefully on the front lawn.  Jean ran into one of Lara's cars parked in her long driveway and telekinetically started the engine, the car roaring to life as she buckled her seatbelt.  Jean put the car into reverse, rolled out of the driveway and sped off, just as Aspen and Sara ran to their upstairs window to watch her flee the mansion grounds.

"Shit!" yelled Aspen as she stepped away from the window frustratingly.  "She rapes us, and she gets away with it?!  I'll kill her!"

Sara continued sitting there by the window, watching the car disappear over the horizon.  As soon as it did, another car came from the opposite side and rushed into the driveway, skidding to a sudden stop.  A single person came dashed out of the car with unbelievable speed.  From their viewpoint, Aspen and Sara could only see it was a woman, but they had a feeling they knew which woman it was.  Aspen quickly draped a robe over her naked body while Sara expanded her witchblade to cover herself.  The two women ran down the steps to the main foyer, and saw much to their delight, that their suspicions were true.  Lara Croft stood in the doorway with an arsenal of guns on her back, with twin uzis aimed and ready for anything.

"Lara!" cried out Aspen and Sara together as they ran excitedly down the steps.  Lara looked up at the sound of her lover's voices, her face lit up with joy as she saw they were safe.  The British woman shrugged off all the guns on her back and dropped the uzis to spread her arms to accept her lovers.  Aspen and Sara ran into Lara's loving embrace, returning it with equal compassion.  Tears of joy flowed down Lara's cheeks, and a single muffled sob escaped her lips.  "I was so worried," said Lara, embarrassed that she cried.  "Jean sounded so evil, I thought you two were dead."

Aspen and Sara shuddered at the mention of Jean's name.  "I want to kill that bitch!" exclaimed Aspen, her fists clenching with rage.  Sara stood silent, although the coldness in her eyes and the stern expression on her face told Lara her intentions were similar to Aspen's.  Lara looked at Aspen's body through the robe that now hung wide open in front, noticing her bruises and dry skin.  "My god!" the British woman gasped, pointing to Aspen's wounds.  "What did she do to you two?!"

After a lengthly explanation, Lara slammed her fist on the table, rattling Sara's coffee cup and spilling some of it onto the saucer beneath.  Lara noticed and apologized with an awkward smirk, eliciting a small laugh from Aspen.  "Sorry," said Aspen, realizing laughter was not appropriate at this time.  "So what do we do?"

"I say we forget about that original redhead and that dark man and find Jean." said Sara with determination, squeezing her fist in anger.

"I have a feeling Jean and the dark man are connected," said Lara, "not always, but after she was raped by him, she started acting strange.  I think she's under his influence, directly or indirectly."

"So you think Jean will lead us to the dark man?" asked Aspen.

"Yes." replied Lara as she cupped her chin, her mind reflecting on their predicament.

"But how do we find her?" asked Sara.

"She has my credit card." realized Lara.

***

"Thank you very much." said Jean as she accepted her ticket from the airline desk.  Jean walked to the gate where the plane was already awaiting her.  Jean took her seat and waited patiently for takeoff, adjusting her long coat so that no one could see she was naked underneath.  "Attention passengers," a voice said over the intercom.  "Welcome to British Air's one way flight to China."

"Here I come, my master," thought Jean as she laid her head back on the padded seat.
 

The Demon Mother: Part 7
Final Affairs and New Beginnings
By Bernie

Lara looked over the computer screen carefully, her eyes scanning each line of text for any unusual transactions on her credit card.  Suddenly, something caught her attention.  "Hey!" she called to Sara Pezinni and Aspen Matthews, who were her lovers.  The two beautiful women ran to Lara's side and focused on the section of the screen Lara was pointing at.  "I've just hacked into my credit card company's computers, and look here."

Sara and Aspen looked at the line of text above Lara's finger, which read "BRITISH AIRWAYS ONE-WAY TICKET."

"Great," muttered Sara sarcastically, "that doesn't tell us where she is, now she's skipped the country probably."

"Yes, she has, to China in fact." said Lara as she punched her keyboard.  "I've just logged onto British Airways flight schedule, and I'm looking at flights that have left today."

"How do you know she left today?" asked Aspen.

"Because she had nothing but a jacket on, and she's real determined to go where she's needed." said Sara as her police abilities were able to figure out the situation.

"Right Sara." complemented Lara.  "According to the price of the ticket, the only flight that's left today that would match that price is a one-way to China.  Landing in Hong Kong."

"Hong Kong eh?" said Sara.  "So we'll need three tickets there right away."

"Already got them." said Lara as she pressed keys hurriedly on the keyboard, and then clicked the mouse once.  "They are waiting for us at the airport."

"Lara," smiled Aspen, impressed by the archaeologists efficiency.  "You are amazing."

"Damn right lover." smirked Lara.  "Pack your bags kids, we're off."

***

Jean Grey sat restlessly in her seat, now aware of long length of the flight.  It was a fact that she had overlooked in her haste to follow her psychic tracking of her master, the devil man Sebastien.  Jean purred as she thought about him, remembering how his dark features radiated a handsome yet sinister glow.  Jean felt her clit moisten with lustful urges as Jean began imagining how glorious it would be to become his loveslave.  The horny redhead began clutching her torso tightly, desperately trying to restrain her urges to masturbate in her seat.  Unable to take it anymore, Jean unbuckled her seatbelt and bolted out of her seat to the bathroom, almost knocking over a flight attendent on the way.

Jean entered the small lavatory and locked it, the door lock clicking as the occupancy light outside went on.  Jean shrugged off her jacket, her shapely body fully exposed as it fell to her feet.  Jean admired herself in the mirror for a moment, putting her hand in her red hair and posing seductively.  "Damn you're sexy," thought Jean mischieviously as she grinned, aroused by her own gorgeous figure.  Jean plopped to the ground and stuffed her fingers into her horny snatch, gasping with intense relief.  Jean madly thrust her fingers in and out of her clit, her pussy on fire from thoughts about Sebastien, while being stoked even hotter with her intense self-handling.  Jean's free hand gripped her left thigh and pulled it sideways, spreading her pussy even farther open.  Jean's fingers disappeared into the folds of her labia, emerging only during the upward cycles of their thrusts.  Jean wobbed erotically as blissful waves washed through her body, her muscles suddenly tensing as Jean hit a summit of pleasure. Jean bit her lip as she felt herself orgasm, aware how much attention a scream would bring her on a crowded airplane.  Sticky cum gushed out of her pussy as Jean drowned in a sea of pleasure, the redhead moaning softly as the warm fluid continued to flow gently from her clit.  Pulling her sticky fingers out of her vagina, Jean licked them clean before washing them at the sink, and then used toilet paper to wipe up her love honey off the bathroom floor.  The toilet paper was flushed down the toilet, destroying all the physical evidence of Jean ever masturbating there.  Jean smiled to herself in satisfaction and put on her long jacket, tying it tightly so no one would ever suspect she was naked underneath.  After returning to her seat, Jean buckled her seatbelt and laid back to try to get some sleep, "Soon my master, we will be together..." she thought to herself.

***

Lara, Sara and Aspen sat aboard the small, private plane which Lara was flying.  Lara remained focused on her task, alone in the cockpit, while Sara and Aspen were in behind her, fastened securely in their seats.  Sara looked over at Aspen, who sat perfectly still in her seat, looking solemn.

"What's wrong Aspen?" asked Sara with concern.

"I'm just thinking about what Jean did to me.  I feel so dirty." pouted Aspen, clutching her torso defensively.

"I know what you mean." stuttered Sara as she thought back to the pain of the massive dildo Jean rammed up her ass.  "But try to forget about it."  The New York policewoman undid her seatbelt and knelt in front of Aspen.  "I won't let anything happen to you.  I love you Aspen."  said Sara as she touched Aspen's cheek gently.

The two gorgeous women gazed at each other's eyes for a few silent moments, until Aspen shed a single happy tear and kissed Sara on the forehead.  "Thank you Sara." said Aspen.  "I love you too.  It's been so long since you and I have made love, just the two of us I mean."  At that moment, Aspen had an idea.

"Hey Sara." said Aspen to her lover.  "Ever heard of the mile high club?"

"What's that?" asked Sara.

"They say if you have sex on an airplane, you've joined the mile high club."

"I see," said Sara, nodding in acknowledgement.  An amused smirk on her face formed as she realized what Aspen was suggesting.  "Is this an invitation?" asked Sara playfully.

"I insist." replied Aspen as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"You two had better not be fucking back there!" said Lara, her eyes still fixated on sky ahead.

"Why not?" asked Aspen, disappointment in her voice.  "It's hours until we reach China."

"If you start fucking, I'm going to get distracted.  And you don't want me to get distracted while I'm flying a plane."

"Fine." pouted Aspen.  The marine biologist suddenly had an idea.  Aspen went to the very back of the plane, where Sara followed out of curiosity.  Aspen took all the suitcases and placed them side by side like a barrier between them and Lara, who sat far ahead of them in the cockpit.  "What are you doing?" asked Sara.  Aspen giggled and put her finger to her lips, the gorgeous woman almost unable to restrain her laughter.  Sara smiled and almost laughed herself when she realized what Aspen was doing.  Aspen laid down on the ground, and patted the floor beside her to invite Sara to lie down there.  Sara did so, and now the two were hidden behind the wall of suitcases, their voices now drowned out by the engine noise and the greater distance between them and Lara.  "Oh Aspen," giggled Sara in a whisper.  "This is so naughty."

Aspen rolled herself on top of Sara and touched her lover's cheek gently, stroking it with her thumb while gazing into Sara's eyes.  "Less talk, more fuck." whispered Aspen before devouring Sara's plush lips.

"Sara?  Aspen?" called Lara.  No answer was heard.  Lara began getting worried, but knew she shouldn't take her eyes away from the sky for even a second.  "Dammit!" she thought.  "They better not be doing what I think they're doing."

Aspen enveloped Sara's delicious lips with her own, running her wet tongue over Sara's mouth and plunging it inside to french with Sara's.  While the two kissed passionately, Aspen ran her hand into Sara's sleeveless blouse, unbuttoning the garment around her chest.  Soon, Sara's bountiful bosom was exposed, her luscious breasts contained by her white bra, which Aspen was already sliding her hands under.  Aspen cupped Sara's tits tightly underneath the cups, Sara's nipples growing hard and pressing against Aspen's palms.  Kneading the fleshy mounds with relish, Aspen felt her own tits become tight within her bra, and desperately felt a need to free them.

Aspen moaned gently as Sara slid her hands underneath the marine biologist's shirt, as if reading her mind.  Aspen felt Sara's slender fingers slide across her rib cage, while pulling away the material off her torso.  Shudders emerged from Aspen's lips as Sara reached her heaving bosom, her tits hanging heavily within their lace prison.  Sara teased her breasts, gently running her fingers along their sides, and then gently poking at her nipples, which stood erect against the garment's material.  Sara smiled as she saw her lover become restless with lust and hastily pulled her shirt over her head, and then tore off her bra, throwing the pieces over her shoulder.  Aspen's naked tits swayed excitedly above Sara's head, her erect nipples dangling invitingly to her lips.  Sara enveloped one of them and sucked loudly on the small nub, prodding and massaging it with her tongue.  Aspen moaned, clutching Sara's head tightly and holding it to her chest, Sara's sucking sounds drowning out Aspen's moaning.  Sara hugged Aspen tightly, running her hands along her smooth back and down her spine until she reached her pants.  Sara forced the waistline down, enough to reveal Aspen's gorgeously smooth ass.  Sara gripped each cheek and fondled them wildly, sticking her finger up Aspen's asscrack after a few blissful moments of Aspen's flesh.  Aspen gasped as she felt herself become wet from Sara's attentions, her arms still firmly holding Sara against her tit, which the policewoman was still feasting upon.

Sara ran her hands across the waistline of Aspen's pants, moving her way to her crotch, and probed her finger blindly into Aspen's snatch.  Aspen exhaled loudly as she felt Sara brush her pussy hair with her finger, and then let out a loud moan as Sara began spreading apart her labia with her fingers.  Aspen thrust her pelvis forward onto Sara's hand, her cunt lips trying to envelop Sara's fingers.  Aspen buried her fingers in Sara's thick brown hair while continuing to drive her hips against Sara's, until Sara finally slipped one delicate finger into Aspen's moist vagina.  Aspen groaned in rhythm to her erotic gyrations, her body writhing with pleasure against Sara's, pumping her hips onto her lover's finger, allowing her clit to swallow it even further.  Sara moaned around Aspen's flesh in her mouth, her tongue still flicking the sweet nipple with relish while the witchblade wearer's own cunt grew hot.

Aspen hooked her calves around Sara's slender waist, letting out a series of continuous grunts as Sara's finger drove itself farther into Aspen.  Aspen wrapped her arms possessively around Sara, the two women's bodies now fused together in a carnal embrace.  Aspen pumped her hips against Sara's finger like a piston, her pussy burning with intense lust and a need to climax.  Aspen moaned rhythmically with ecstacy, her voice becoming louder until she climaxed with a loud scream, fresh honey splattered out of her cunt, to drench Sara's belly and coat her finger in warm love juices.  Aspen bucked her hips against Sara with wild abandon as she let her body submit to the intense orgasm rushing through her nerves, her fingers gripping Sara's locks tightly as she let out several pleasure cries.

Aspen panted heavily as her orgasm died down, her perfect tits flopping up and down with her breathing, Sara still sucking needfully on one of them like a leech.  Aspen leaned her body against Sara and the two lovers laid on the floor together, their sweat covered bodies writhing sensuously against each other.  Sara finally let go of Aspen's breast, leaving a trail of saliva at Aspen's delicious nipple.  Aspen kissed Sara with her panting lips, breathing her hot gasps into Sara's mouth as their tongues collided.  The two broke off their kiss after a few minutes of intense frenching when Aspen said, "Turn on your stomach," with a smile forming across her still gasping lips.

Sara turned her body around, her thin pants already soaked with love sweat and juices.  Aspen desperately lowered Sara's trousers and drooled at her asshole, a pair of silk panties were shoved up the crack.  Aspen slowly removed the garment and slipped them delicately off Sara's long sexy legs, sniffing them and relishing in Sara's cunty scent that was prevelant on the fabric.  Aspen spread Sara's legs apart and gazed at Sara's ass, her perfectly toned buttocks stood proudly like juicy melons.  Aspen dove onto them and licked up Sara's left buttock, while she groped at the right.  Sara moaned with arousal and closed her eyes to bask in the fleshly pleasure she was experiencing.  Aspen enveloped as much of Sara's ass meat as she could in her mouth and sucked on it needfully, her cheeks puckering with the intensity of her suction.  Sara squeezed her hands into fists and drooled into the carpet of the plane, letting out a loud shudder to tell Aspen to keep going.  Aspen didn't understand Sara's request, but never intended on stopping.  Aspen moved her tongue down the curvy flesh of Sara's butt, teasing her asshole gently by licking against the edges ever so slightly.  It drove Sara wild and made her spread her legs even farther to open her asshole wide for Aspen, which only revealed to her an even more inviting target as Aspen noticed Sara's dripping anus.  Positioning her head low against the ground, Aspen leaped on it like a predator, surprising but delighting Sara as she slammed her fist against the ground.  Aspen slipped her tongue into her pussy folds while her nose was against Sara's crotch, drowning in Sara's heady cunt scent.  Sara raised her crotch above the ground and that allowed Aspen more cunt to eat, which she devoured with relish.  Aspen grasped Sara's thighs and forced them apart while her tongue moved deeper into Sara's hot fuck tunnel, the marine biologist's lips now kissing against Sara's throbbing labia.  As Sara dug her fingers into the carpet of the plane, she felt a massive orgasm rush over her, washing over every nerve in her curvacious body.  Hot cum dripped out of her luscious pussy, which Aspen licked up eagerly.  Aspen licked her lips with satisfaction as she reveled in the taste of Sara's cunty ambroisia.

"Damn it!" exclaimed Lara frustratingly in her thoughts.  "They must be fucking!  And I can't join in!"

"So do I get a membership card?" inquired Sara playfully as she straightened her messy hair and buckled herself back into her seat.

"Sure," replied Aspen jokingly, "it'll say, Sara Pezinni, vice-president."

Sara laughed at Aspen's remark, when Aspen followed it up with, "and I'll be president."

***

Sebastien and Caitlin waited by their private plane, which had just landed, for their arranged limosine to arrive.  Sebastien stood impatiently, his body swaying back and forth and his hands were nervously inside the pockets of his expensive black suit.  The demon man looked over at Caitlin, who stood clad in only her silk robe, her pregnant belly portruding outward.  Caitlin had very little capacity to speak, and was more of a sexual animal than she ever was.  Sebastien smiled as he realized how glorious she would be now.  He knew that after four months of restraining his hunger for Caitlin, he would ravage her for days after she gives birth.  His cock began straining against his pants just at the thought of the acts debauchery he would commit on her.  Sebastien's fantasy was interrupted abruptly by the sound of the limo pulling up beside him.  "Damn!" he cursed.

Sebastien got into the car and Caitlin followed him obediently, sitting down beside him on the car's leather interior.  As the car began pulling away from the airport, the telephone beside Sebastien rang, and the demon man answered.  "Hello?"

"Ah, Sebastien," a familiar sounding deep voice said on the other end.  "You've arrived."

"Jerad?" asked Sebastien, a puzzled and shocked look appearing on his face.

"Observant as ever Sebastien." replied Jerad.

"You are the last demon elder?" Sebastien asked.

"Yes, does that surprise you?"

"No," smirked Sebastien, "in fact, that would explain why you wanted to start this whole stupid plan in the first place.  You just wanted to fuck my Caitlin."

"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Jerad.  "Humans are disgusting creatures.  Why you choose to fornicate with them is beyond me."

"As are many other things." quipped Sebastien.

"Ahh...your rapier wit is as sharp as ever.  Just bring her to me, and the world will be mine."

"You do mean ours right?" Sebastien corrected.  "That was the deal as was my understanding."

"Yes yes whatever.  Goodbye Sebastien."

Sebastien hung up the receiver and looked over at Caitlin, her sexual fueled thoughts completely ignorant as to the purpose of her being here, and what cataclysm was about to transpire tonight.  Sebastien was about to touch Caitlin on her cheek when he felt something, a mental presence brushing against his mind, as if seeking him.  Sebastien wasn't sure what it was, and as soon as he noticed it, it faded away as if it was never there.  The demon man stood puzzled for a moment, wondering what it was.

***

Jean drove off in her newly rented vehicle, paid for by Lara Croft's.  Jean smiled as she realized how easy it was to purchase all she needed with Lara's stolen credit card, along with her mind manipulation powers.  Jean stepped on the gas and hurriedly focused on the location of her master Sebastien.  Ever since Sebastien had raped her, Jean's dark sexual side had emerged. Now, after raping Sara and Aspen, she decided her only purpose should now be to serve Sebastien as his love slave.  She desperately longed to be with him, to be abused and raped every night.  Jean wanted to be degraded like an animal, and her pussy melted at the mere thought of it.  Jean moaned and closed her eyes, when the vehicle began swerving.  Jean snapped back to reality and concentrated on driving.  She knew that she had to live, or she would never know the pleasure of Sebastien's touch.

***

"We're here," announced Lara as she landed the plane.  The three women got off and saw two jeeps head towards them, each one driven by a Chinese man.  One of them stepped out of the jeep and walked up to Lara.  Lara and the man greeted each other in Chinese and the man handed Lara the keys to his vehicle.  Lara thanked him graciously and the man bowed to her before boarding the other jeep with the other man and drove off.

"Wow," said Sara with awe.  "I didn't know you spoke Chinese."

"I don't." replied Lara.  "I know just enough to get us landing clearance, and a car.  By giving him a lot of money."

The three women got into the jeep, which was stocked with weapons and camping equipment.  Aspen sat in the back seat and began typing into a notebook computer, while Lara and Sara sat in the front, with Lara driving.  Aspen looked up from the screen, which displayed information from a wireless connection to the internet.  "You were right Lara," said Aspen as she closed up the computer.  "News sources say another temple just like the ones we've already seen has appeared near the end of the great wall.  How did you ever guess?"

Without taking her eyes off the road, Lara responded, "Jean came here, probably coming for that dark man and his woman.  The woman is being taken to those temples to become impregnated, and they only appear for a short period before disappearing, as if they are waiting for her.  Jean led us to China, and a temple pops up."

"So we should find those two there." deducted Aspen.

"Exactly." said Lara, her foot hitting the gas pedal even harder.  "Let's stop them."

***

"Master," muttered Caitlin Fairchild as she staggered through the dark hallways of the temple.  "Sick again.  Tummy hurts."

"Really now Caitlin, I'm getting tired of hearing your whining." sighed Sebastien.  "It's only been about four months you've been pregnant.  Normally it would be nine, and you only get to have sex once at the beginning.  Don't you enjoy the sex?"

"Yes." replied Caitlin, hanging her head shamefully for annoying her master.

"After all, is there another purpose to your existence?" grinned Sebastien.

"No."

"That's right, and don't ever forget it.  Ever.  You are mine, you serve me and only me, not even yourself.  Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good.  We're almost there." said Sebastien confidently as the couple continued striding down the halls to the main chamber.  Soon, the tunnel ended in a large room, similar to the rest that Sebastien and Caitlin had visited around the world, except this one was noticeably larger and taller, with a more ornate fertilization altar in the center.  A figure dressed in a hooded monk-like outfit stood silently beside it, his face invisible to Caitlin and Sebastien but he was clearly watching them attentively.  "Take off the hood, Jerad." smirked Sebastien.

The hooded man lowered his hood and revealed his face, which was an extremely handsome human male.  Caitlin gazed at his perfect features, his chiseled face and cheeks, his shimmering blue eyes, and his close cut but still shiny head of blond hair.  Caitlin gasped and felt her knees grow weak as she continued looking at him, unwilling and unable to look away.  Caitlin felt her pussy grow moist and her eyes closed as she imagined how glorious it would feel to mate with him.  Sebastien noticed her lust for Jerad and scowled at the elder demon, who smiled back devilishly.  "Looks like both parts of my plan worked out perfectly."

"What do you mean?" asked Sebastien.

"I put on my good face," replied Jerad, his hand gesturing towards his perfect visage, "make that dog of a woman want me, and make you burn with jealousy.  That was always your weakness Sebastien, and that's why you were never fit to be a ruler."

"I had my reasons for becoming what I have become.  And I regret nothing." said Sebastien defensively.

"No need to make excuses for my sake," said Jerad, a hint of patronizing in his voice, "in a short while it will all be over.  This bitch will give birth to the ultimate demon after I fornicate with her for three hours."

"Three hours?!" exclaimed Sebastien.  "I was not informed of that!"

"You were not informed of anything, you should really read your demon tome.  In fact, my copy is right here." Jerad held his palm up and in a blink of light, an ancient leather-bound book appeared in it.  "You may read it now if you wish Sebastien.  You'll have a lot of time to kill while me and your bitch get acquainted.  What is her name again?"

Sebastien extended his hand and the book floated towards him.  "Caitlin," the angry demon man said as he gripped the book in his fingers, "Caitlin Fairchild."  Sebastien's grip on the book increased as he uttered the name of his fuckslave, the leather squeaking with the pressure.

"Good, then I'll know what to scream out as she pleasures me." said Jerad maliciously, a grin forming on his face.  "I am assuming she will pleasure me of course.  Heh heh heh."

Sebastien gritted his teeth and glared at Jerad's audacity.  "How dare he mock me!" he exclaimed in his head.  "I'll get him when this is all over, someday."  Sebastien walked towards Caitlin and angrily tore off her robe, eliciting surprised gasps from the pregnant girl.  "Go fuck him," reluctantly ordered Sebastien to his pet, "but don't enjoy it."

Caitlin excitedly obeyed and ran towards the altar with almost giddy enthusiasm, her pregnant belly and milk bloated tits bouncing with energy that matched her anticipation.  Sebastien turned around and began reading the book, deciding it would be best if he ignored what was about to happen.

Caitlin wrapped her strong arms around the tall man, who stood at a height of six feet, similar to her.  Caitlin kissed him on the lips with animal hunger, her tongue penetrating his lips with unbridled energy and lust while she began hooking her right leg around his, pressing her crotch against his suggestively.  Jerad did not kiss back in any way, and simply pressed Caitlin's shoulders with one short burst of force, and the redhead went back.  Caitlin staggered a step backwards before regaining her balance, the heavy weight of her baby and milk causing difficulty.  Caitlin looked confused as she wondered why this seemingly god-like man would reject her advances.  The man simply disrobed before her, revealing his equally god-like body to her hungry eyes.  Caitlin almost felt like an orgasm would rush through as she looked at his features, as if her every fantasy about a man had been personified in this one.  Caitlin stared at his stiff penis, drooling at the sight of it.  "Cock good." the redhead slobbered as she dove for it.  Jerad moved out of the way at the last moment and grabbed her thick red hair, causing Caitlin to whimper in pain.  "Get on the altar you worthless cunt." ordered Jerad sternly, his blue eyes cold as steel.  Caitlin obeyed, thinking that her obedience would be rewarded.  Jerad sat down on the altar and spread his legs apart.  "Get in here." the demon man demanded, pointing at his cock.  Caitlin kneeled between his thighs, her juicy snatch an inch away from the tip of his cock.  Caitlin reached out and was about to gently embrace this man when he pushed her again, sending her on her back.  Before Caitlin could comprehend what happened, Jerad pinned her arms down with his strong calves, and then mercilessly drove his manhood into her vagina.  Caitlin screamed as she felt the warm sensation of his meat filling her uterus, her fingers clenching as she tried helplessly to withstand the pleasure, her arms quaking under Jerad's strong legs.  Caitlin shreiked continuously in pleasure as Jerad began thrusting himself in and out of her wet vagina.  The demon man gripped Caitlin's hips and grinded her pelvis onto his cock, as if trying to impale her on a spear.  Caitlin closed her eyes and screamed one intense scream at the top of her lungs as her psyche shattered, her transformation into a sexual beast complete, her mind now completely incapable of speaking or coherent thought, just a constant need for lust.  "AHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed in ecstacy, her body undulating erotically beneath Jerad as she felt his shaft lodged firmly in her belly, threatening to expand and climax within her at any moment, and she could hardly wait.

Sebastien grimaced with each increasingly loud scream, which were becoming harder to ignore.  He feared he had lost his Caitlin.  Even though he had no real emotional attachment to her, he craved her fleshly pleasures like mad.  Sebastien tried to read the ancient pages of the tome, and finally found the passages relating to the Demon Mother prophecy.  In them, they spoke of a woman with hair as red as the flames of hell, with features like the purest of angels, and the strength of a god.  One passsage in particular caught Sebastien's attention:

    And after seven demons couple with this woman, she shall give birth to the ultimate
    With unstoppable power, this being shall rake upon the earth an incredible wrath in the name of his fathers
    He need fear only the ultimate taboo

"Taboo?" Sebastien asked himself out loud, wondering exactly what the tome referred to.

Jean drove her rental car through the thick grassy fields and stopped at the base of a large black structure, similar to the ones she had seen before in Ireland and Egypt.  "Here I am master Sebastien," thought Jean excitedly, her pussy already dripping with excitement.  Jean stepped out of the car and ran to the entrance of the temple, disappearing into it's dark shadows.

Moments later, a jeep pulled up beside the hastily abandoned car, and three women emerged.  "I'm assuming that's Jean's car," observed Sara, pointing to the abandoned rental.

"It probably is, no one else would be crazy enough to go near this place.  Even the police and army are spooked." said Lara as she loaded clips into her pistols.

"So what are we doing here?" asked Aspen as she fastened a holster around her slender waist, a black body glove surrounding her body.  "I've been asking myself that question since we left England, and I still can't answer it."

"We're here to save that girl, and possibly the world." replied Lara, loading up her M-16 with a new cartridge.  "Many ancient civilizations believed in human/demon spawns with immense power that would destroy the world either out of confusion or loyalty to their parents.  I have a feeling this is what we've been dealing with all this time."

"And you've just come to this conclusion how?" asked Sara.

"Think about it, this girl gets fucked around the world by demons on an altar, probably a place where they can transfer a piece of their power to the baby.  And, that girl seems to be pregnant, in fact, she's going through the stages abnormally fast.  I think she's going twice as fast as a normal person, her fetus has a growth spurt whenever she gets fertilized."

"So she would be giving birth today." said Aspen as she realized it was almost four and a half months since they first started chasing this girl.  "If this demon fucks her, her fetus will grow to full size, and then..."

"Birth." realized Sara with dread in her voice.

"We have no time to lose, let's go." said Lara confidently, although deep down, she was terrified.  Sara commanded her witchblade to expand, and instantly, sharp metal barbs burst out of her wrist, encasing her hand in a metal glove while other tendrils expanded to cover her breasts and crotch over her jeans and crop top.  Aspen holstered two pistols while holding a shotgun, all the weapons given to her by Lara, who also brandished twin pistols along with a fully loaded M-16 at the ready.  The three women stood by the entrance of the dark temple fearfully for a moment, before deciding they must step inside.  Just as they were about to, Lara spoke, "You two, I just want to say, if I don't make it out of here, I love you both very much."

"I love you too Lara," said Sara, the witchblade wearer kissed Lara on the mouth.  Aspen followed by saying, "Me too Lara, and I know we'll all make it back okay." before kissing Lara on the mouth as well.  Lara walked into the tunnel ahead of Sara and Aspen, who kissed each other behind the archaeologist's back.  "I love you Aspen," whispered Sara before following Lara into the darkness.  Aspen stood outside for a moment and sighed.  "I love you too Sara." she said before embarking into the unknown.

Caitlin grunted and gasped intensely, her body a blur as she madly thrust her body in rhythm to her rapist's.  Caitlin wrapped her long legs possessively around Jerad's torso while arching her back up and down like a wave to shove his cock even farther down her hungry vagina.  Caitlin gripped Jerad's legs for support as she slammed her hips like a piston against Jerad while squeezing her legs tighter around his waist, the demon man's testicles slapping against her anus.  Her lust-filled wails echoed through the room as the mindless girl orgasmed, her pussy bursting with honey around Jerad's stiff pole while the demon rapist exploded with seed, the warm fluid rushing down Caitlin's uterus before feeding into her fertile womb.  Caitlin screamed and screamed at the top of her lungs, her face so contorted with lust she was almost unrecognizable, but still retained her unbelievable beauty.  Jerad grunted as his demon seed spilled into her, the demon man wasn't even sweating while Caitlin was soaked with perspiration and her lungs panted desperately for air.  The cruel demon waasn't even finished cumming when he continued slamming into Caitlin, her breaths coming in short, painful gasps as each one was cut off by a glorious thrust, driving his demon shaft deeper into her belly.  Caitlin did not care how out of breath she was nor how close she was coming to suffocation.  All the girl wanted was for Jerad to continue, "Harder!" she attempted screaming, but her cries came out only as soft whispers that were broken up by Jerad's onslought.  Caitlin was already exhausted, but her nipples and pussy continued to throb with endless need.  Her flesh radiated with heat and sexual exhaustion, while her nerves burned with salicious desire.  By Caitlin's new logic, her desperate need for sexual pleasure was enough to risk her own life.  "Fuck me." she tried whispering, which came out as a slurred grunt.

Jean fell to the ground as honey splattered out of her cunt, drenching her quaking thighs.  Her jacket was wide open and her skin was soaked with love sweat, her mental link to Caitlin still functioning.  Jean had been wandering through the maze for an hour, and she was going mad with her desperate need for Sebastien.  Jean's left sandal was missing, long forgotten in her lust-induced wanderings.  "Sebastien..." she moaned, her pussy still leaking as it laid bare on the cold stone of the floor, sending chills against her labia.  Jean forced herself to her feet and continued walking, her arms against the wall with every step to prevent her drained body from collapsing again.  Jean wandered down the hallway slowly, hoping that this passage would lead to her reason for existing, Sebastien.

Caitlin laid limply on the altar, her arms dangling lifelessly over the sides as Jerad continued fucking her.  Caitlin made a futile attempt to thrust her pussy onto his cock in rhythm with his own humping motions, but she lacked the strength to even clench her fingers.  Caitlin had long ago let her body surrender to Jerad, her mind drowning in a sea of ecstacy as she entered the second hour of their coupling.  Even Caitlin's legs, once firmly squeezing Jerad's body against hers, hung limp on the altar's stone face.  Caitlin's fetus had grown considerably larger since she had first entered the temple, now it appeared she was six months pregnant.  Sweat completely coated Caitlin's voluptuous body, while cold cum still drenched her inner thighs.  Her shoulder length red locks were plastered against her head with her perspiration, the smell of her orgasms wafted through the room, where Sebastien still sat reading.  Sebastien caught a glimpse of Caitlin, Jerad still hovering over her and humping her rapidly while she laid back like a ragdoll, her body moving only in response to his fucking motions.  Sebastien glared at her with insane jealousy, the demon man drooling with hunger at the sweat that glinted off her skin like sweet wine, as if teasing him to take a drink.  Sebastien buried his nose in the book yet again, although his mind was focused on Caitlin.  "Soon, my slave, soon.  I will make you experience pleasures reserved normally for devils."  Sebastien reassured himself by reciting that line over and over.  His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Caitlin's seemingly lifeless body screamed and undulated with wanton excitement with another ferocious orgasm, the latest in a countless number she had experienced with Jerad.  Sebastien growled with anger as he saw her scream with pleasure, her mouth hung slack long after she had exhausted her scream in an expression of pure ecstacy.  Sebastien looked away and continued chanting reassuringly in his mind, "Soon my slave, soon."

Lara, Sara and Aspen continued wandering through the halls, a flame emanating from Sara's witchblade gauntlet was their only source of light as their flashlight batteries had died out minutes before.  "We've been here for hours," conplained Aspen, her feet sore from the constant walking.

"It's only been ninety four minutes," corrected Lara as she looked at her watch.

"That still isn't a short time to be wandering lost through a dark maze.  I want out!" Aspen whined.

"Take it easy Aspen," said Sara, "I know how you feel.  You're experiencing something like cabin fever.  Don't worry, we will get out of here.  We're not stranded or trapped."

"But we are lost, and it's so dark in here, and we have absolute no idea to go!!" Aspen snapped.  Aspen was about to burst into tears when Lara comforted her, taking Aspen into her arms.  "It's okay Aspen, let it out." she said gently to her lover, who began crying softly into Lara's shoulder, soaking her tank top with her tears.  "Hey look at this!" said Sara, who was now a few steps ahead of the couple.  Aspen stopped crying and sniffled once to silence herself, while Lara let her go gently and ran over to Sara, who knelt at the ground pointing at something.

"Look.  A sandal." said Sara, picking up the discarded shoe.

"That's my sandal." said Lara, grabbing it.  "I think Jean took it.  But where's the other one?"

"Who cares?  We know Jean came this way, and we'll have to assume she knows her way better than we do around here.  So it means we continue onward." said Sara, pointing her finger forwards.

Jean stumbled around the corner, her pussy throbbing with intense lust, to face a long hallway where at the end, she saw straight inside a larger room, where she saw Caitlin Fairchild being raped on top of a short, black pillar.  Jean's face lit up with joy as she realized she had reached her destination, and she ran to the main chamber excitedly.  As she emerged from the doorway, a sudden blurred force slammed into her from the side, pinning her to the wall.  After a moment of disorientation caused by the surprise, she saw the devilishly handsome face of Sebastien breathing into her as he held her arms tightly against the wall.  "You!" he fumed, the demon man recognizing Jean from Egypt.  Sebastien filled with rage at the sight of her, thinking she was still allied with Lara, Sara and Aspen and trying to rescue Caitlin.  Jean breathed heavily as she looked face to face at Sebastien, her heart racing with excitement as her ultimate fantasy of being restrained by Sebastien came true.  His hot, angry breath felt like heaven against Jean's skin.  Jean tried to speak, but she was too choked up and aroused to speak.  For a while, the two looked at each other awkwardly, Jean was aroused by Sebastien, while Sebastien angrily glared at her.  Soon, the demon man's anger faded as each passing moment told him Jean was not here to resist him, and he noticed more of her unbelievable body.  Her jacket, the only piece of clothing she wore along with a single sandal hanging on her toes, was wide open, revealing her well toned, ravishing figure.  Her chest was adorned with a pair of beautiful, succulent tits that bobbed excitedly with her heavy breathing, her nipples erect with arousal.  Her large tits accented her flat stomach, which was well built but still extremely feminine, Jean's body was among the most beautiful Sebastien had ever seen.  His eyes traveling downward, he stopped at her red-haired vagina, the pubic bush already slick with sweat and cum from her multiple psychic orgasms with Caitlin.

Sebastien was about to kiss Jean's trembling lips when he felt a sharp pain in his left temple.  He let go of Jean, who fell to the ground in a heap, and put his hand to his head, revealing he was bleeding massively.  Sebastien turned around and saw Lara Croft, Aspen Matthews and Sara Pezzini in the room, Lara already pointing a smoking pistol at Sebastien.  Without saying another word, Lara pulled the trigger again, and sent a bullet flying into Sebastien's chest, which landed and embedded deep into the demon man.  Sebastien fell over with the bullet's force, his mind desperately trying to use his dark magic to heal himself before he expired.

Aspen Matthews pointed her shotgun at the muscular man humping Caitlin and fired.  The shot rushed towards the man's sweaty back and just as it was about to penetrate his flesh, it richoched away as if he was made of steel.  Jerad turned his head around while continuing to fuck Caitlin, who panted loudly with his every thrust, and glared at Aspen.  Aspen was about to pull the trigger again when Jerad's eyes glowed and the shotgun exploded in her hands.  Before the pieces could even fall to the ground, Jerad's glowing eyes changed colors to red and suddenly Aspen felt her brain get rocked with an intense migrane, and then felt nothing.

Sara saw Jerad glare at Aspen with his glowing eyes, and watched as in the span of one second, Aspen's shotgun exploded and she dissolved into water, her empty clothes collapsing into a puddle.  "NOOOO!!!!" Sara screamed, running toward her lover Aspen, delaying her attack on Jerad.  Sara dove at the puddle and saw to her horror the water evaporate before her eyes until there was nothing left of Aspen but the pieces of her broken shotgun and a set of moist clothing.  "Aspen..." Sara cried, burying her face in Aspen's clothes, her lovely scent still on them as Sara wept.

Lara heard Sara's scream and her mouth fell wide open in shock as she turned and saw Aspen evaporate.  Lara saw Sara begin to cry and was about to join her in mourning when she felt an immense pain in her stomach and screamed.  She turned and saw Sebastien had gotten up, his hands now talons, and had just swiped across Lara's chest.  Lara saw blood ooze from three long slashes across her abdomen, and fell over limply in pain.  Sara looked up and saw Lara fall over, her shirt red with blood and her eyes rolled back as she hit the ground.  "LARA!!!!" she screamed, her eyes gushing with salty tears.  Sebastien grinned and turned toward Sara, Lara's blood still dripping from his metal talons.  Sebastien dove toward Sara with inhuman speed, his talons ready for a swipe, when Sara blocked them with her own metal barbs.  Sara commanded her witchblade to become a flurry of metal spears, and instantly Sebastien found himself bombarded with countless jabbing metal barbs, slashing him everywhere.  By the time the chaos was over, Sebastien fell to the ground in a slashed, bloody heap.  Sebastien moaned as he felt his energy fade away, Sara hovered over him with rage burning in her eyes.  Sara formed a large, metal point with her witchblade and positioned it between Sebastien's eyes, gritting her teeth as she prepared to drive it through the demon man's head.

Caitlin felt Jerad's mandhood expand within her and she braced herself by gripping Jerad's powerful legs with as much strength as she could muster.  The redhead licked her lips secularly in anticipation and panted loudly as his demon shaft expanded more, and more, and more, until he did one more massive thrust and he climaxed for what seemed like the millionth time into her.  But this time, for the first time since he began raping her, Jerad grunted.

Sara's ears were shattered by the sound of Caitlin Fairchild's scream.  Jerad's demon prick exploded with sperm, overflooding her vagina.  Caitlin screamed out her lust over and over, her skin red with both the intense heat of love making as well as the strain of screaming.  Caitlin's body writhed endlessly with indescribable carnal excitement, as the most intense pleasure Caitlin had ever imagined was magnified times ten and washed over her body like a million tidal waves, each one reaching it's peak as Jerad's seed pumped it's way into her.  Caitlin's fingers reflexively gripped tightly around Jerad's muscular calves, her fingernails digging deep into his skin, but the powerful demon didn't even notice.  Her mammoth sized tits sloshed penduously back and forth with her body, their milky cargo giving them an extra weight that made their jiggling patterns erratic.  Every cell in her body felt the full force of the pleasure, a pleasure far beyond a simple orgasm.  To Caitlin, it was as if she was feeling every orgasm she had ever felt with five times the intensity.  Caitlin's brain was bombarded with sexual pleasure, her already shattered psyche reaching an overload of pleasure, her mind numb as she went into a euphoric state of bliss that she hoped would never, ever end.

Jerad grunted yet again and his seed stopped flowing and he pulled his cock out of her vagina, her vulva seeming to resist his leaving with their tight embrace, but Jerad managed to leave.  He stepped back and admired his handiwork, Caitlin laid panting and practically unconscious as her naked, sex soaked body sat still on the altar.  Caitlin smiled as she basked in the after effects of the pleasure high she had, even it's residue was intoxicating.  As even the aftershocks faded, Caitlin felt her vagina burst and hot liquids began pouring out.  Caitlin screamed, this time in pain as her cervix began stretching.

Sara looked up, brushing her long brown hair out of her face.  She didn't realize she had passed out from the red head's wailing.  She saw the pregnant girl lying on the altar, her rapist now standing beside her and watching as vaginal water ran out of her cunt like a river.

"Oh my god," thought Sara as her eyes widened in shock, "her water broke, she's about to give birth!"

Caitlin squealed and shouted in pain as her she felt an intense pressure building against the inside of her womb.  "AARRRRGHHH!" she bellowed, "MASTER!!"

Sebastien staggered to his feet and lurched slowly towards Caitlin at the sound of his name.  His body still bled profusely from Sara's attack, but already his demon magic was hard at work to repair his wounds.  "Yes...Caitlin." he stuttered weakly through cut lips.

Caitlin could not respond and continued screaming, her body rocking violently with muscle spasms.  "She's in labour you idiot!" barked Jerad.  "The glorious day is upon us!  The ultimate demon is being born!!" he rejoiced, raising his arms in victory.

Caitlin thrashed restlessly, her stomach throbbing with pain.  She screamed in agony, vaginal fluids continuing to gush from her crotch to drench the black stone beneath her.  Jerad hung over her, spreading her legs, urging her to push again and again
until a head emerged from her widening slit.  Sebastien cocked his eyebrow with surprise as he saw the baby looked human.  Caitlin groaned with intense effort, her stamina draining away as the baby slid out of her body.  Finally, the entire baby emerged, it's feet sliding out of her slimy hole.  The baby screamed and cried continuously upon taking his first breath, his young cries echoing in the large altar room.  Caitlin sighed with relief as she felt the great weight leave her body and her cervix was able to relax.  Caitlin laid dormant on the stone altar, the normally cold stone now sticky and hot from the hours of passionate sex she and Jerad had.  The small baby continued to cry loudly, confused and lost as it laid between Caitlin's outspread legs.  Jerad picked it up and put it between Caitlin's tits, the baby instinctively crawling to her left nipple and suckling on it, drinking his mother's sweet breast milk.  Caitlin closed her eyes and sighed happily from the pleasure rather than any motherly affection, since her shattered intellect was incapable of comprehending that the baby was hers.  The baby drank hungrily from Caitlin's bloated milk sac until it sucked it dry, leaving it nibbling on his mother's tender nipple.  The infant stopped drinking, leaving a trail of sticky drool around Caitlin's breast, and slowly stood up and walked off Caitlin's sweaty body, eerily silent.

Sebastien noticed the child seemed somewhat taller already after drinking Caitlin's milk.  Jerad noticed the metamorphosis was well.  The baby seemed to grow taller with every step, until it jumped off the altar and landed on it's feet.  Then, it's eyes glowed an ominous shade of green and it roared like a lion.  Before the two demon men, the baby grew within seconds into a young adult.  It looked around at it's surroundings with confusion before staring at the two men.  "Father?" it uttered in a puzzled tone.

"I am your father." said Jerad, stepping forward.  "You will obey me."

"No." the demon spawn replied, his eyes narrowing into angry slits.

"What?  But the prophecy said..." Jerad stuttered, panic building in his voice as he sensed how much power the boy had.

"It said," Sebastien said, still gripping his slashed and bleeding arm, "that the baby would, 'rake upon the earth an incredible wrath in the name of his fathers.'  Guess what Jerad, you're not his only father.  And many of them are dead.  So he's confused now.  This was all for nothing."

"What?!" Jerad blurted.  "This creature," the demon man pointed an accusing finger, "is useless now?!!"

"Useless?!!  Useless?!!!!!" the young demon growled, his eyes blazing with demon energy.  Raising a finger towards Jerad, energy bolts ignited from his finger tip, slamming into Jerad.  Jerad didn't even have a chance to scream before his body was atomized in a blinding flash of green light.  Sebastien turned to the demon boy, his fingers still crackling with power while pure anger glowed in his eyes.  The boy roared, his cry cracking the dark stone of the temple walls.  Slamming his fist on the ground in frustration, a massive rift split into the ground, travelling up the walls and opening the ceiling.  Sebastien staggered out of the way as best he could as the floor shifted wildly and large pieces of obsidian came crashing to the floor.

Sara shook her head to clear away her grogginess as she watched the demon boy destroying the temple with his tantrum.  "The boy is confused and unloved.  If we don't stop him, he'll bring this place down with us in it!"  she thought.  Sara aimed her witchblade at the demon boy and an intense flame burst rushed out of her fist.  The newborn demon didn't even flinch as the flame dissipated inches away from his skin, as if hitting a glass wall.  The demon boy turned toward Sara and glared.  Sara dove at the demon with her witchblade claws extended, in an attempt to sideswipe the boy.  The boy dodged at the last second and threw an energy ball at Sara, sending the policewoman flying and hitting the opposite wall with a loud crack.  Sara collapsed into a heap, and saw her vision was blurring as darkness began enveloping her.  She felt a sticky feeling in the back of her head, which she recognized as bleeding.  Lara Croft watched helplessly as Sara smacked into the far wall, her own injuries leaving her powerless to do anything.  "God help us." she whispered.

Sebastien walked to Caitlin's side, his love slave still heaving from her previous ecstacy trips.  "Caitlin," he said to her as he extended his hand, "we have to leave.  Come with me."

Caitlin weakly rolled herself off the altar, her shapely frame now back to it's original state of goddess-like perfection.  Caitlin stepped up to her weakened master and helped him hobble towards the exit as the temple quaked and collapsed around them.  As they were a few feet away from the passage to freedom, the demon boy appeared in a flash of light, temporarily blinding the couple.  "No one leaves!" he screamed, his voice thundering through the room.  Caitlin staggered backward as she covered her eyes, her corneas burning from the intense illumination.

"Fuck you you won of a bitch," thought Sebastien instinctively as he felt the pain flare through his eyes.

The ultimate taboo...

"The ultimate taboo...that's it!" Sebastien exclaimed as the revelation came to him.  As the demon man's vision returned to him, he gripped Caitlin's arm and whispered into her ear as she rubbed her vision back into her eyes.

"Caitlin, do you want to have sex?" Sebastien asked Caitlin.

"Yes." said Caitlin enthusiastically, her voice purring like a beast.

"So does he.  Fuck him, fuck him like you would me."

"But...you...don't...want...me?" Caitlin sobbed, her undying devotion to Sebastien evident with her moistening eyes.

"Of course I do, more than anything.  Just do this for me, you would do anything for me, wouldn't you?" Sebastien said, his voice reassuring Caitlin as Sebastien cupped her chin gently.  Caitlin sniffed back a tear and smiled.  "Yes." she said obediently.

The demon boy had forgotten Sebastien and Caitlin, concentrating on random, meaningless destruction as he increased the intensity of the quakes, intent on shaking the temple to it's foundation.  Caitlin ran up to him from behind and tackled him to the ground.  "What?!" the demon yelled in surprise and anger.  Caitlin forced herself on top of the demon's back, her luscious breasts pressing acutely against his back.  The demon felt something strange as he felt this woman's nipples rub sensuously against his skin, he felt good.  His crotch began to grow hot while his penis began forming it's first erection.  Caitlin purred seductively and slowly turned the demon onto his back, letting the confused but curious demon look at her.  Caitlin appeared like an angel to him, his first glance of a woman was already one of the most beautiful on the planet.  Caitlin touched his cheek and asked softly, "You're a big boy aren't you?"

Caitlin kissed the boy wetly on his mouth, which was already gaping wide with awe at her beauty.  Caitlin clasped her lips around his and inserted her wet tongue.  The boy, unaware of what was going on, resisted at first, until Caitlin's tongue darted out like a snake to wrap around his.  The demon boy enjoyed the sensation of this woman's tongue on his, and sucked hungrily on it while working his tongue around her's with unbound passion.  Caitlin moved her lips down to lick up his chin and neck licentiously, his skin glistening with her saliva as she worked her way south.  Caitlin moved down to the boy's erect penis, which was enormous.  Caitlin grabbed it with her hand and moved the tip of it into her lips.  The boy grunted as she consumed his shaft, the sensation completely new to him, but was unbelievably enjoyable.  Caitlin sucked needfully on the meatpole, her cheeks puckering tightly as she increased her suction.  The quakes rocking the temple slowly stopped as the boy closed his eyes and panted while Caitlin gave him his first blowjob.  Caitlin slid her lips up and down the veined pole until she settled her hungry mouth posessively around the head of the boy's cock, nibbling gently on the expanding tip and flicking it with her tongue.  With a grunt, the boy climaxed inside Caitlin's hot mouth, allowing her to drink his semen greedily.

The boy groaned as he came, relishing in the ecstacy of his seed pumping into this woman's mouth.  Instinctively, he plowed her down, his cock still erupting with cream and sending a surprised Caitlin on her back.  The boy forced herself on top of Caitlin and without mercy slammed his cock into her, penetrating her juicy snatch.  Caitlin moaned with bliss, her drool mixed with the boy's sperm oozing out of the side of her mouth.  Caitlin bucked her hips wildly against the boy, who rammed his demon pole in and out of her vagina with unleashed carnal hunger, grunting loudly like an animal with each thrust.  Caitlin gasped as her body was rocked by her rapist, who was actually her son.  The demon boy buried his head in Caitlin's quivering tits, sucking on them as hungrily as he did as a baby, chewing on her tender nipples with lewd ferocity.  Caitlin panted rapidly and her body undulated as she felt a climax approaching.  With a scream that echoed through the partially wrecked chamber, Caitlin Fairchild experienced an orgasm thanks to her son, who climaxed in tandem with his mother, sending a river of hot sperm into the same womb he originally emerged from.

Sebastien watched this act with a sinister grin on his face, his wounds still bleeding heavily.  "Got you, mother fucker." he wheezed before collapsing, his demon healing magic draining him of his stength as they worked on repairing his body.

As the demon boy grunted lustfully above his panting mother, his load ran out and he stopped dead in his tracks.  He felt a sudden numbness in his entire body as if he couldn't move.  Then, it began to happen in his fingertips as he lost all feeling in them.  He looked at them and to his horror, they were vanishing, as if he was made of dry sand and the wind was blowing him away.  He madly jumped away from Caitlin, his still erect penis popping out of her wet vulva with a loud slurping sound.  "ARRRRRGGGHHH!!!" he screamed as his his arms faded away, followed by the rest of him, until there was no evidence of his existence but his seed inside his mother's womb, who was sleeping silently after having amazing sex with a man she didn't know was her own child.

Everyone in the temple laid unconscious as the sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the ceiling.  The silence was broken by a the sound of a single sandal clicking against the stone floor.  Jean Grey stepped into the light as she surveyed the damage.  Lara Croft laid bleeding on the floor from a long wound on her stomach, while Sara laid unconscious from a blow to the head.  Although she was not visible, Jean could sense Aspen Matthews was in a coma-like state.  Jean scanned with her powerful mental abilities and located the remnants of her consciousness, situated where her moist clothing lay.  Jean picked up the black body glove and rang it out, sending a few drops of water to the ground.  Jean concentrated on these droplets and with her telekinesis formed them into one larger drop.  Jean now had enough stable matter to reactivate the slumbering consciousness within.  The small droplet seemed to shimmer for a moment, and then began growing.  The drop expanded into a puddle, and soon the middle of the puddle began rise, as if the water were being attracted toward the skies.  The water continued to expand outward and upward until it began to take the familiar shape of a human.  The water continued to define the contours of the body until it was clearly the shape of a curvacious female.  Within minutes, Aspen Matthews laid before Jean in an angelic water body, the sunlight that shone through her majestic figure created rainbows that refracted across the walls.  As Jean admired the colorful light spectrums, they faded away as the clear water turned to tanned flesh, and Jean saw Aspen Matthews lying naked in the flesh.

Jean stood over the beautiful marine biologist as her eyes fluttered open.  Aspen moaned as her eyes strained to focus, and she gasped in shock when she saw the face of Jean Grey.  Aspen rolled into a fetal position and cowered before Jean, who stood naked in front of her except for a dirty-looking black jacket that hung wide open in the front, revealing her stomach and crotch fully.  "What do you want?" she asked cowardly, her words shivering.

Jean said nothing and concentrated her mental powers, "Sleep." she whispered, planting a strong hypnotic command into Aspen's brain.  Aspen slowly stopped shaking in terror and drifted back into unconsciousness.  Jean gazed over Aspen with lust, licking her lips in hunger.  "I have reformed you, now I will have you." she thought as she shook off the heavy jacket.  As Jean stared at the ravishing beauty before her, contemplating what debauchery to submit her to first, she heard a moaning from behind her.  The telepath turned around and saw Caitlin Fairchild lying naked on the floor.  Jean stood in awe at the sight of this magnificent specimen.  Jean's pussy grew wet just at her appearance.  She was the most beautiful woman she had ever imagined.  The slutty redhead panted as she gawked at Caitlin in lust, her mind and heart already racing as she imagined the wanton acts of carnality she would perform upon her.  Jean forgot about Aspen and raced toward the semi-conscious girl with beastiality on her mind.

Caitlin stumbled into consciousness, her mind groggy and her vagina feeling stretched.  She felt her stomach, and found it had reverted back to it's original state of muscular beauty.  "Master?" she called out, confused about the loss of her baby.  "Master?!" she cried out again, desperation building in her voice.  Instead, she was greeted by striking, naked redhead who leered at her hungrily.  Caitlin stared at the woman curiously, unsure of who she was.

"Who is this master?" Jean asked as she stood before the lost-minded girl.

"Master Sebastien." she muttered, those two words were the only things she was capable of saying coherently.

"Sebastien..." Jean whispered as that name rang through her head.  Jean closed her eyes and breathed heavily as she remembered her desire for that demon man.  Which was when she realized how Caitlin was his slave.

"You can't have him!" Jean exclaimed.  "He's mine!!"  Jean glared at Caitlin and sent a psychic command into her brain, severing all her mental dependency on Sebastien and granting them to her.  Caitlin sat slack jawed as her Jean plucked components from her mind.  Jean felt an overload of carnality and lust entering her brain as she discovered the dark eroticism that came with being Sebastien's slave.  Jean screamed as she felt her mind become numb as her intelligence faded away.

When it was finished, Jean was no longer a woman.  She was an animal, living only for the ecstacy that tingled from her ever-burning pussy.  Jean collapsed under the intense mental strain of transformation, purring softly like a cat as she slept, her perfect tits rising and falling in unison with their now constantly erect nipples bobbing atop them.

Caitlin fazed back to reality rubbed her groggy head.  Her mind had been relatively repaired, although her memories from the past several months were intact.  Aspen Matthews reawakend at roughly the same time as Jean's mental powers faded away with her intelligence.  Aspen looked around and saw Caitlin, naked but awake.

"Who are you?" asked Caitlin as she staggered to her feet, avoiding sharp rubble.

"I'm Aspen Matthews." Aspen replied, which was when she realized she was completely naked in front of a stranger.  Aspen covered her crotch and tits with her hands as best she could.

"Sorry," said Caitlin, turning her head in politeness.  "Are..you here to rescue me?"

"Y-yes.." said Aspen, wondering why she was choking up.  Her fingers hovering over her pussy brushed by them, which was when she realized she was wet.  Her nipples pressed hard against her arm, and Aspen kept staring at Caitlin's body.  "Those tits," thought Aspen as she stared at Caitlin's luscious breasts, "my god.  She's unbelievable."

"C-can you help me get my friends out of here?" asked Aspen.

"Yes.  I think we should get out of here now.  What about this one?" asked Caitlin, pointing at Jean's slumbering form.

Aspen looked at Jean for a moment, contemplating on a decision as she reflected upon her past experience with Jean.  "Leave her.  I don't think we can do anything about her."

***

A few days later...

Aspen Matthews, Sara Pezzini, Lara Croft, and Caitlin Fairchild all stepped out of the car and into the front foyer of Lara's massive estate.  "I'm going to have to go back to New York soon." said Sara, exhausted from her long flight and her recovery from the head wound she sustained.  "I called work, they'll give me my job back.  I told them how Jean raped me, so they gave me some extra time to 'get over it.'  Like I'm ever going to completely forget about it."

"I have to go soon too." said Aspen.  "I have some job interviews with some major corporations.  Some of them look very promising."

"I understand." said Lara solemnly, placing a hand on each woman's shoulders.  "What about you Caitlin?"

Caitlin paused for a moment, and then said, "I don't know.  I've been that demon man's slave for so long, I don't remember any life before it.  All I remember is having sex and being raped by that man, and others.  I remember nothing but sex, like I wasn't a person, just a piece of meat." she began sobbing.  "God, I'm so fucked up."

"Take it easy," said Lara reassuringly.  "You can stay with me as long as you wish.  Maybe you can go with me on some of my archaeological expeditions?"

Caitlin sniffled for a moment before saying through her tears, "I don't know.  I just want to think about what to do first."

"Alright, do that Caitlin." said Lara before turning back towards Sara and Aspen.  "Now, your flights don't leave until tomorrow evening, right?" the British woman said with a smile.

That night, Caitlin Fairchild slept soundly in a bed for the first time in many months.  She tossed around a bit, but for once, it wasn't from a wet dream or demonic rape nightmare, but rather just general discomfort.  Caitlin awakened, sighing as she realized she would probably never go back to sleep.  Caitlin looked down at herself, looking at her body, and how the nightgown she borrowed strained to contain her flesh.  "That's all I've ever been since I got this body." she uttered softly, tears forming in her eyes.  "Just someone's fuckslave." she mumbled as she fought to restrain her weeping.  Caitlin suddenly heard footsteps and giggling from outside her door.  For a moment, Caitlin forgot about crying as she wondered what the cause of the noise was.  She got out of bed and crept quietly to her door, opening it just a crack to peer into the hallway.  Caitlin could see Sara and Aspen tip-toeing away, as if trying to sneak by without being noticed.  Both women were dressed in their simple slip nightgowns, which made Caitlin realize they weren't leaving the house.  Caitlin slowly followed them as the two women got far away enough.  Soon, the two women both went into a door, which Caitlin knew was Lara's room.  The door slowly swung shut behind them, but Caitlin was able to dash out quietly and stop the door with her finger, leaving her a means to see inside.

Lara laid back on her massive bed, her fireplace crackling loudly with a roaring fire, filling the room with a steamy heat and a flickering orange glow.  Lara laid naked upon her bed, seductively leaning on her hip while her massive breasts hung freely sideways.  Without saying a word, Aspen and Sara slid the shoulder straps off their nightgowns and let the simple garments fall to their feet, leaving all three gorgeous women naked and panting with lust as they stood in the room, their fires of passion as intense as the fireplace's blaze.  Aspen and Sara crawled onto the bed, Sara leaned against Lara and Aspen on Sara.  All three women carressed each other lovingly for a moment before unleashing themselves.

Sara crawled on top of Lara, straddling her lover around her neck and thrusting her snatch into Lara's face.  Lara sniffed at the brown-haired pussy with relish, drinking in the thick musky scent.  Sara panted heavily with arousal as Lara's hot breath blew into her clit, making her wet and horny.  Lara nuzzled her lips against the policewoman's vagina, her brown pubic hair ticking her nose as she kissed Sara's moist labia.  Sara moaned with sweet ecstasy, her cunt throbbing with lust as drank in the experience of Lara sliding her juicy tongue deep into her.  Sara pumped her round ass up and down atop Lara's face, feeling Lara's tongue slide into her womb, carressing her warm fucktunnel with ferocious intensity.  Sara's breasts flopped in rhythm to her obscene humping motions as she tossed her head back with rapture, sending her gorgeous brown locks flying with erotic motion.  Lara enveloped Sara's crotch completely with her mouth, sucking harder and harder as Sara came closer to climaxing.  Sara's slim body dripped with sweat, her long hair sticking to her back like a cloak.  Sara felt her muscles tremble as she began to climax.  With a loud scream, Sara orgasmed, her pussy gushing with cum down Lara's ravenous throat.  Lara closed her eyes and ravaged Sara's leaking clit, sucking loudly as she savored the taste of Sara's honey.

Aspen Matthews positioned her face at Lara's crotch as Sara humped Lara's face.  The gorgeous tanned woman knelt at Lara's chestnut-brown bush and licked it gently, causing Lara to tremble with desire.  Aspen gently licked Lara's hairy clit repeatedly, intent on arousing Lara before satisfying her.  Lara gyrated her hips invitingly in circles, offering herself to Aspen for her pleasure.  Aspen responded by plunging into Lara's snatch, wrapping her lips around the archaeolgist's juicy labia.  Aspen's tongue snaked out and slipped in between Lara's fleshy petals, igniting her hot flesh with lust.  Lara moaned around Sara's crotch, using that arousal on Sara, the three lovers like a machine, working their lust in tandem.  Lara undulated her sensuous body like a wave, thrusting herself harder on to Aspen's mouth probe.  Aspen sucked loudly on her lover's crotch, her cheeks puckering with the intensity as she relished in the sweet taste of Lara's juices.  Aspen reached forward to squeeze Lara's soft tits, flopping erect with lustful energy and rhythm.  Sweat glistened on both girl's bodies as Aspen sucked eagerly on
Lara's throbbing cunt, then drank her warm cum as the archaeologist orgasmed ferociously, sending delicious honey into
the black haired girl's thirsty mouth.

After both Sara and Lara were spent and their clits were sucked dry by their perspective lovers, Sara turned around, leaving her pussy smothered against Lara's lips, to look at Aspen, who still knelt dutifully at her lover's clit.  "Kiss me." Sara commanded in a sensual whisper, her breath heaving with sexual exhaustion.  Aspen leaned forward and devoured Sara's trembling mouth, sliding her tongue into Sara's warm mouth.  The two women's tongues danced lewdly, carressing and embracing like separate entities, while Sara continued pumping her ass onto Lara's probing tongue.  Sara shuddered inside Aspen's mouth from Lara's tongue licking, the archaeologist's slimy muscle slithered up and down her uterus like a snake, coating her insides and labia with her hot saliva.  Aspen and Sara continued to kiss, their passion never ending as they fondled each others large tits.  Aspen leaned back, gasping as Sara sucked hungrily on her left nipple, the policewoman wetly raking her lover's heaving bosom.

Caitlin gasped as she watched the show, her eyes wide open with awe as she felt her pussy grow wet.  Her emaculate body grew sweaty, causing her nightgown to cling to her every curve.  Caitlin fell to her knees as they gave away, her cunt trembling with arousal and hunger.  Caitlin continued staring with captivation as the three women fornicated with wanton abandonment.

Sara pulled her tongue out of Aspen's carressful mouth, leaving a trail of gleaming saliva as she did so.  Sara pushed Aspen on her shoulders, causing her to fall over.  The lustful cop gripped Aspen's long legs and grabbed them, forcing them apart and pulling them closer to her, her eyes targeted on Aspen's luscious pussy.  Sara bent over and nuzzled her nose against Aspen's dark pubic bush, gasping loudly into them as Lara's tongue slid in and out of her womb yet again, threatening to explode with another climax at any moment.  Sara quickly ate into Aspen's heady cunt, sucking wildly on it, desperate to make her lover cum.  Aspen cried out sensuously, her moans echoing through the room like a siren's wail.  Sara pumped her body back and forth between her two lovers, her ass thrusting onto Lara's slick tongue while Sara tongue-fucked Aspen up her hot clit.  Aspen gyrated her body in rhythm to Sara, driving her crotch onto Sara's wet mouth probe.  Aspen increased her intensity with lust-fueled enthusiasm as Sara's tongue drove itself into her burning womb, Aspen bucking madly like a wild bull.  Her lusciously round tits flopped wildly as their nipples exploded into hardness, feeling like milk would burst out of them at any second.  With a scream muffled by a mouthful of delicious pussy, Sara climaxed, feeding Lara more of her delicious love honey.  Aspen climaxed in sync with Sara, screaming out her lust in full, unrestrained force, the melodic notes of her pleasure wails like music.

Caitlin felt her head grow light as she continued her voyeurism, her body growing weak with rapture until she could no longer support her weight and finally fell over, swinging the door wide open as her body hit the floor.  The licentious trio of women turned and all three gasped with shock as Caitlin looked at them awkwardly, her face just as red as theirs were.  Caitlin slowly stood up, never taking her staring eyes off the three beautiful lovers, her nipples poking through the fabric of the tight slip she wore.  Caitlin closed the door behind her, and as it made a satisfying click, she stepped forward, her hands slowly moving up to the shoulder straps of her clothing.  Moving them over her toned shoulders, she freed her tits from the confinement of the outfit and let the slip fall to the ground, leaving it in a heap.  Caitlin crawled onto the bed, the three lovers still standing still with smiles growing on their faces.  Caitlin laid herself flat on her back and spread her legs and arms, giving her entire body to be ravaged by these insatiable women.

Sara stepped off Lara, her pussy still dripping with honey and leftover spit.  Lara got up from her lying position and straddled the newcomer's face, just as Sara had done to her.  Lara tossed her head back, clearing a wisp of chestnut hair from her face, her long braided ponytail flashed across her back like a whip.  Lara licked her lips hungrily, cleaning the last of Sara's cum off her face.  "Fuck me." she said to Caitlin, a smile forming across her face.  Lara immediately began humping Caitlin's face, crushing her crotch against Caitlin with forceful, rhythmic pushes.  Caitlin nibbled on Lara's pussy lips, which were already slick with honey and sweat.  Lara groaned heavily with every thrust, her large tits bouncing uncontrollably with her crotch pushes.  Lara grasped Caitlin's head with both her hands, burying them in her rich, shoulder-length red hair.  The British woman pulled Caitlin against her crotch even tighter, locking her head in place even as she thrusted wildly.  Caitlin placed her hands on Lara's taut buttocks, carressing the firm curves of her luscious ass.  She spread Lara's cheeks apart, pulling her cunt even harder against her face, her tongue now ramming the deep walls of Lara's uterus.  Lara's back began undulating with the increase in ecstacy, her spine rippling like a wave as she continued thrusting her hips against Caitlin's face.  Lara closed her eyes as she became overwhelmed with sexual bliss, her mouth hung limply open with loud shudders emanating from her lush lips with every passing second as climax approahced.  The shudders spiked into a scream as Lara orgasmed, her back tensing with orgasmic throes and her clit gushed with hot cream down Caitlin's throat.  Lara grasped handfuls of Caitlin's hair as she slowly recovered, her breath coming in heavy gasps.

Not wanting to be left out, Sara and Aspen each dove onto one of Caitlin's massive tits.  Both naked women took one into their mouths, their lips barely able to envelop a fraction of her flesh.  Caitlin moaned, likening the erotic sensation to when her rapists used to suck milk out of her nipples.  Sara and Aspen licked up Caitlin's flesh, gently biting the young woman's sweaty white skin, drinking her sweat with relish.  Sara moved her groping hand down Caitlin's toned stomach to her red pussy bush.  Sara carressed Caitlin's labia with her fingers, her fingertips burshing against them with the gentle feeling of a paintbrush.  Caitlin moaned huskily, her clit burning with lust from Sara's teasing.  Sara gently spread apart Caitlin's thick pussy lips and violently drove her fingers up her uterus.  Caitlin gasped loudly, her hips already bucking desperately in response.  The bed rocked with Caitlin's pleasure spasms, since she was the tallest and heaviest lover there.  Sara drove her fingers up Caitlin's hot fucktunnel, massaging her inner walls and shoving her entire digit upwards until it disappeared, swallowed up by Caitlin's hungry vagina.  Caitlin felt Sara's finger tip inside of her hot belly, driving her wild with arousal.  Caitlin threw her head back in bliss as her brain sent sexual waves of pleasure through her body.  Sara thrust her fingers brazenly in and out of Caitlin's clit, until Caitlin screeched with climax, coating Sara's fingers with her cum.  Caitlin shuddered continuously, ecstacy rocking her brain and dulling her senses.  Sara took her cum-soaked finger and offered it to Aspen, who took it in her hands and licked it clean, continuing to suck her lover's fingers afterward with brazen carnality.

Sara moaned, her hot skin gleaming with sweat from the orgy.  Aspen, Lara and even Caitlin felt the same, all their bodies shimmered in sticky sweat, illuminated only by the flashing orange glow of the fireplace.  Aspen forced Lara off Caitlin's face and needfully reached over to kiss the tall redhead.  Caitlin accepted Aspen's tongue submissively, her mouth still flooded with Lara's hot cream.  Aspen sucked loudly on Caitlin's lips, drinking in her saliva and the sweet aftertaste of Lara's head cunt ambroisia.  Aspen pulled her mouth wetly out of Caitlin, savoring in the flavor of the passionate kiss.  "God you're beautiful." she whispered sensuously to Caitlin.

The four women made love all night, with every possible coupling happening.  The four women each experienced orgasms beyond count, each one satisfying their moist licentious hungers upon each other's flesh.  Not a moment passed when all four weren't coupled off having sex, and in the final hours of the night, havok ran amok as they fondled and licked each other with reckless abandon.  By morning, the room absolutely reeked of perspiration and cum as the four women slept soundly, the sweaty bodies lying tangled in lewd positions against each other on the disshelved bed, now a pool of their sexual fluids.  Aspen and Sara barely made their flight, but they did, and promised to be back very soon.  Lara went on another adventure, to raid another tomb in Egypt.  Caitlin meanwhile, despite offers from all three women to join them, decided to go on her own temporarily.  She thanked them all for rescuing her and for a wonderful night, and wandered of, knowing someday, she will return to them.

Epilogue:

The lowly servant man walked through the halls of Sebastien's mansion, entering his master's private chambers.  Loud male grunts, accompanied by loud female gasps and groans, could be heard from the outside.  The servant man pushed open the heavy double doors of Sebastien's chambers and walked in cautiously.  Inside, almost a dozen women were strewn about like discarded toys, all of them naked and unconscious.  Judging by the wafting scent of perspiration and cum, the man servant guessed they were all raped into unconsciousness.  In the center of the room, Sebastien stood naked, his skin dripping with sweat as he violently sodomized a screaming girl who was tied helplessly to a sawhorse, with hard plastic dildos shoved up her vagina and mouth.  Sebastien grunted with a climax, flooding the girl's rectum with cum for the eleventh time.  The naked girl shuddered in blissful agony as she orgasmed, her exhausted body electrified with pleasure.  "What is it?" he demanded to his servant, his voice echoing with a booming demon resonance.

"Sir," the servant asked, trying to keep his composure despite his fear.  "You've been here for days, ever since you returned from China.  We of the staff are simply wondering, what's wrong?"

"I'll tell you what's wrong!" screamed Sebastien.  "They took Caitlin!!  She was mine!  Body and soul!!  I restrained from raping her for months just so she could give birth to that accursed demon spawn.  For what?!  The spawn is dead!  Jerad is dead!  And my whore Caitlin is gone!!!!" the demon man yelled, his voice thundering through the room.

"Sir...may we ask, what will you do?"

Sebastien glared at the servant, who still kept calm, not even breaking a sweat as Sebastien growled with his breathing like a beast.  Sebastien's fists clenched tightly, but soon began to go slack as the anger died down inside of him.  "I'm going to get Caitlin back." he said in a normal voice, his rage subsiding.  "I apologize to the staff for concerning them, but I had months of built up lust I had to unleash.  I was going to ravage my Caitlin, but now she is gone.  Instead, I've had to settle for these second-rate whores." the demon man said, gesturing towards the naked women scattered about.  "However, I do take small consolation that this one is mine." he said, pointing towards the girl he had just finished sodomizing.

The servant looked over at the girl, whose wrists and ankles were bound tightly with leather straps around the legs of a sawhorse, while her torso straddled the main beam.  Hard, plastic dildos were shoved tightly in her pussy and mouth, while her red locks were soaked in sweat and hanging limply over her head, covering her like a sheath.  Her tits hung over on each side of the beam, each perfect flesh sac dripping with sweat from her erect nipples, which pointed prominently.  Teethmarks were prevelant around the nipples, the teethmarks matching Sebastien's demon dentitions.  Her exquisite body, as well as the sawhorse dripped heavily with cum and sweat, indicating Sebastien had been raping her for many hours.  Her back and ass was covered in bright red welts, which the servant recognized as whip marks.  "Who is this girl?" the servant asked Sebastien.

"She is the one responsible for me losing Caitlin.  She is devoted to me, but she is a whore.  Caitlin was far beyond that.  This trash thinks she can satisfy me, but she is wrong.  I'm going to show her how wrong she is.  Isn't that right, Jean Grey?"

The woman formerly known as Jean Grey looked up from her bound position and moaned softly in acknowledgement around the dildo shoved up her throat.  Sebastien then slapped Jean hard on the ass, causing her to scream and bite down on the plastic phallus.  "You are not Jean Grey!" he scolded.  "You are nothing!  You are not a woman!  You have no name!  You are meat!  You never speak!  You never think!  You do exactly what I tell you to, when I tell you to!"

"Yes...master..." Jean moaned weakly, her luscious lips smiling around the drool covered dildo, her ass burning with a new angry wound.

"You spoke." said Sebastien sternly.  "Randels," Sebastien said, referring to the servant.

"Yes sir."

"I'll be in this room another night.  You may escort the other whores out.  This one needs to be taught a lesson." Sebastien said, his mouth grinning, revealing his demon fangs.  "Oh yes, could you please bring me my whips?"

The woman formerly known as Jean smiled happily in anticipation at the sound of the word 'whips.'  She knew she had found her place in the world.  This was her true destiny, an epitomy of human debauchery, and she loved it.

THE END

Author's note:
Thanks to PJ for letting me use his ideas and characters from Bondage Princess Caitlin, to Dalan who started posting this story, and to Pyro for finishing it.  You guys rule!
And a big thanks to all the people who wrote in with their comments during this long story, and thanks to all of you who read it and didn't e-mail me at all but still liked it.  It was tough to write, especially this longer than expected last part, but I think it was worth it.  What do you think?  I really want to know!  So drop me a line at bernie5@iname.com and tell me what you thought.  I have a sequel in mind for next year, and I want your suggestions or at least support for it.  Write me and tell me what you liked and hated about this story, and if you would like to see a sequel.  I want to make sure a sequel will be better than this one, and I can't do that unless I know what you people liked most about it.  It will come early next year no matter what, though.  But I am still very very interested in what you have to say.
Thanks everyone, take care of yourselves and see you soon!
Bernie