WITCHBADE/FATHOM:

LUST IN PARADISE

By Bernie

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The sun sank beneath the ocean horizon in front of an orange sky.  The cool ocean breeze blew gently across the deck of the S.S. Princess cruise ship.  On board, one passenger watched the sun fade away as she stood on the third level balcony, feeling the cool wind push its way through her long brown hair.

Sara Pezzini stood with her arms supporting her body weight on the white metal bars, looking over the ship and the beauty the ocean had to offer.  Clad in sunglasses, sandals and a simple blue sundress that flapped around the curves of her slim body in the wind, she stepped back and resisted the urge to spread her arms and yell, "I'm the king of the world!"  Sara felt the wind caress her body, whipping her dress against her, almost like an awkward lover trying to take off her clothes.  Sara put her hands over her ample breasts, as the wind continued nuzzling at her crotch with its cool fingers.

The beautiful policewoman had taken this vacation to get away from all the troubles in her life lately, particularly the stresses involving the bracelet around her wrist.  In actuality, the bracelet was an ancient living weapon called the Witchblade.  Sara closed her eyes and turned her head to let the wind caress her smooth cheek and neck, she was feeling exceptionally horny tonight, seeing all the well-built men walking around all day.  Sara was quite beautiful herself.  Her body was well toned, her face was gorgeous, her hair was long and smooth, and her breasts were round and supple.  Sara continued handling her breasts and lifted the hem of her dress up to her stomach, letting the wind finally get to her crotch.  The randy cop bit her lip as she felt the cool wind flow through her thin white panties and tickle her clitoris.  Sara couldn't take it anymore and ran back to her room.

Upon closing the door Sara pulled her dress off her head and unfastened her bra, unleashing her breasts, her nipples erect with excitement.  Sara tossed her shoes off her feet and fell on her bed.  Her left hand pulled off her panties while her right rubbed her vagina rapidly.  Sara grunted as she pushed her finger into her wet snatch, the red jewel on the Witchblade glowed in response to her lust.  The Witchblade had quite a taste for carnality and relished in the sensations it felt whenever Sara felt horny.  Sara continued pumping her lone digit into her warm slit, tilting her head back and gasping loudly with each thrust.  Sara grabbed the small headboard of the bed with her other hand for support as she felt herself orgasm, her body stiffened with intense pleasure while her hand became coating in sticky honey.  The Witchblade's jewel glowed intensely as Sara screamed, feeling the same pleasure as she did as her pussy melted with bliss.

Aspen Matthews was lying on the main level deck of the ship on a lounge chair.  She was clad in a very scant blue bikini and sunglasses, an outfit which showed off her impressively fit, tanned body.  Aspen was a marine biologist who had recently discovered she had the ability to turn into living water.  After the nightmarish ordeal that followed, she was glad to take a vacation.  Aspen always did enjoy the sea, so she felt a cruise would be the most enjoyable and relaxing choice.  However, she found it was boring.

She took off her sunglasses and placed them on a small table nearby.  Pushing her black hair out of her face, she stood up and dove into the nearby pool.  She surfaced and swam a few laps to kill the time.  Finally it became dark and she chose to call it a night.  She emerged from the pool soaking wet, her hair plastered to her head and her body dripping with warm water.  Swimming always gave Aspen a rush, almost like sex.  She often pretended the water was like a lover, caressing her and kissing her wetly.  Still, she still longed for a real lover, which she did not have at the moment.  Her nipples began poking through her tight bikini top as she thought about it more.  Oh well, she thought, looks like it'll be another night making love to myself.

"Are you sure?" said the captain to his first mate.

"Yes sir, we're getting a strange weather pattern up ahead.  Looks almost like a hurricane."

"But it can't be, there's was no sign of a hurricane an hour ago, how did it happen?"

"I don't know sir, it's been going on and off for a while.  First it was there, then in one second it was gone.  Then, it appears again, at full strength in just one second.  It seems to be moving in a certain direction though."

"Where will it go next?"

"I don't know...it looks like...right..."

Before the first mate could finish his sentence, the ship was rocked violently as it found itself directly in the center of the hurricane.  It was over within seconds.  The intense winds and gigantic waves toppled the ship like a child's toy in a bathtub.  Most of the passengers died without even waking up from their sleep.

Sara jerked awake to find herself on the side wall of her cabin.  She had fallen out of her bed, and the ship was toppling sideways.  With a quick thought, she commanded the Witchblade, and it turned from a simple bracelet to a series of metal barbs which covered her breasts and pussy.  Before the armored woman could even think about what to do, the ship capsized completely and her room was flooded with water.

Aspen Matthews was lying on her bed, still half awake, when she felt the ship get rocked by a violent force.  She arose from her bed and looked out her window.  She saw the ocean surface rushing towards her as the ship fell over and sank.

The next morning, the sun rose as usual, shining its light on a remote desert island.  Its warm beams seeped through the island's thick jungle of palm trees and illuminated the beach.  There, lying face down in the sand, was a beautiful woman wearing nothing but a bracelet around her wrist.

Sarah finally awoke after the cool waves hit her toes.  Supporting herself on her arms, she forced her aching body to stand up.  She ordered the Witchblade to cover her nakedness as an impulse, even though there was no one around.  Sara thought back to what happened.  She was on board the cruise ship when it sank.  The Witchblade must have helped her survive, and brought her here.  Sara looked around, the beach was empty, and there was no sign of there being any inhabitants on the whole island.  A beach this beautiful, she thought, would probably be crawling with people or have some footprints in the sand.  She scanned for footprints, and found nothing.  Now what? she asked herself.  She was trapped on this island, alone and with nothing.

Aspen returned to consciousness and opened her eyes.  She was underwater.  In fact, she was the water.  Aspen had turned herself to water before she could drown as a human.  She saw she was close to the surface, so she turned back to human form and emerged from the water, tossing her head back to clear her wet locks from her eyes.  She looked around and saw nothing for miles, except for one island, which she swam towards.

Arriving on the island's shore, she noticed she was still wearing her blue bikini.  Thank goodness, she thought.  She would hate to be strolling around naked in a strange place like this.  Aspen scanned the beach for any signs of human life, and saw a set of footprints in the sand.  It looked as if they came from near the water.  Another survivor? she thought.  She wasn't sure, but it was her only lead right now, so she followed it.

Sara wandered the sand for hours, hoping she would run into a side of the beach that was inhabited, but to no avail.  Her body was covered in sweat and her feet were aching from the long walk.  Deciding the beach would get her nowhere, she went into the jungle, hoping to at least find some food.

Aspen ran along the trail of footprints, her breasts jiggling in their confinement within her bikini.  She stopped and bent over to catch her breath.  It was then that her stomach growled.  She was starving, and very thirsty.  She had been running for hours and had found nothing.  Aspen questioned whether she was losing her mind, that perhaps the footsteps were just lumps in the sand that she thought looked like footsteps.  She decided pursuing them would be pointless and ventured into the jungle, hoping to find food.

Sara kept walking through the thick jungle ever cautiously.  Her feet were caked in mud, and the plants were so thick she couldn't even see the ground.  For all she knew, she was evading stepping on poisonous snakes by an inch.  Finally, she found a clearing with a small pond.  She looked up and saw that a small waterfall fed the pond.  It was very picturesque.  Even the sun was able to shine in this area, compared to the darkness of the dense jungle.  It was like a paradise in the middle of hell to Sara, who walked over to the plants near the waterfall.  There was some fruit growing there, which she ate greedily despite not knowing what it was.  It was round and orange, but it felt smooth like an apple.  The taste was unlike anything Sara had ever eaten, very sweet and juicy, but satisfying and rich like a good steak.  Sara finished eating her third piece of fruit and ordered the Witchblade to return to her wrist, leaving her completely naked.  She walked over to the waterfall and began to shower under it.

Aspen was about to collapse when she saw a light up ahead.  She gathered her strength and forced herself to continue onward.  She burst out of the jungle and into a clearing.  Aspen squinted her eyes and saw the sun was able to shine through here.  She looked in front of her and saw a bush bearing large orange fruits, each about the size of a mango.  She ravenously devoured four whole fruits, when she looked up and saw a small pond ahead.  She got up and walked into the pond, letting its surprisingly cool water wash away the dirt and sweat covering her body.  She closed her eyes and continued walking forward through the shallow water, intent on reaching the waterfall she saw at the far end of the pond.

Sara let the water caress her body as she washed herself as best she could without soap or shampoo.  After rubbing her round full breasts and right stomach, her hand was about to scrub her pussy when she turned around and saw something in the water.  It was a woman.  From the looks of it, she was wandering toward the waterfall with her eyes closed, unaware of Sara being there.  Sara ordered the Witchblade to expand, causing metal tendrils to flow out of her wrist and cover her breasts and crotch once again.  She walked out from behind the waterfall toward the stranger, unsure if she was friend or foe.

Aspen continued walking until she heard a noise.  It sounded like someone was wading through the water in front of her.  She opened her eyes and was face to face with a woman clad in what looked like metal barbs covering her breasts and right hand.  She had thick brown hair that was plastered to her body with water, along with ample cleavage and a well-toned body.  Aspen thought instantly she looked very sexy and beautiful, much to her surprise.  She had never thought that way about a woman before, she wondered why she had thought that way about this one.

Sara looked at the stranger just as the stranger opened her eyes.  She was about Sara's height, although she was much more tanned and her hair was shorter and black.  She was wearing a tight blue bikini, which didn't leave much to the imagination.  Sara could tell she was well built, like an Olympic swimmer, and had large round breasts.  Sara looked instantly at the stranger's breasts, almost as if they were screaming to be released from their confinement.  Sara also found herself looking at the stranger's face, which was quite beautiful.  The stranger herself was beautiful, and to Sara, very sexy.

After a moment of awkward silence, Sara spoke.  "Hi..." she stuttered.  She was about to say something about the stranger's beauty, as if she was going to pick her up.  "I'm Sara Pezzini, who are you?"

"I'm Aspen, Aspen Matthews." Aspen said.  Both women could sense an awkward feeling both felt towards each other.  Another moment of silence followed, which was broken when both women giggled playfully.  "Not much of a talker are you?" Aspen said.  "Were you on board the cruise like I was?  The one that sank?"

"Yes.  I remember it sinking, and then I woke up on the beach.  Do you know where we are?"

"No, I think this island is uninhabited.  Say, what is that stuff you're wearing?"

"Oh, this?" Sara replied.  "This...is a long story.  Look, this water is kind of cool, so can we go to the shore and talk.  We'll probably have to work together for survival.  What do you say?"

"Sounds good...Sara."

The two gorgeous women began walking to the surface, when Sara yelped in surprise.  "What is it?" said Aspen as she turned around.

"Something just touched my ass!  I think there's something alive in the water!"

"Let me see," said Aspen.  Aspen took a big breath and drove under the water.  A few moments later, she surfaced.  "It's just an angel fish," she said while panting lightly for breath. Sara found herself enraptured by Aspen's heaving bosom.  Her wet bikini top allowed Sara to see Aspen's nipples poking against the sheer material. "They're harmless, and very beautiful." Aspen said, noticing Sara was gawking at her strangely.  "Umm...let's keep going." she suggested.

Sara cleared her head and stopped staring.  "Umm...of course.  Lead the way."  The two women kept walking and didn't speak until they reached the shore.

"So, this Witchblade thing helped you survive?" said Aspen as she sat atop a large rock.

"Yeah, it's actually alive, but it's usually under my control," said Sara from a rock right beside the one Aspen was sitting on.  "You can turn into water?"

"Yeah, like I said, that's why I survived.  I think we're the only ones who did.  And now we're stranded here!  What do we do?  Can you use that Witchblade thing to call for help or anything?"

"No, I can use it to signal for help if a plane went by, but that's about it.  Can you go swim and get help?"

"I have no clue where we are!  If I went out to swim, I have no clue what direction to go in, I'd probably die of exhaustion before I reached anything."

"Okay, so I guess we'll have to make do with what we have.  I guess we'll stay here and build a shelter."

That night, the two women were sitting by a fire that Sara had made with the Witchblade.  Behind then, a makeshift tent made of twigs and branches served as their shelter, with two large piles of soft palm leaves inside, one for each of them to sleep on.  Both women were eating more of the orange fruit, which grew abundantly on the island.

"So Sara," said Aspen through a mouthful of fruit.  "Got a boyfriend?"

"No," replied Sara as she bit into her fruit.  "Do you?"

"Nope.  I'm certainly looking for one though.  But I've got pretty high standards <gulp>."

Both women giggled in response to Aspens sudden swallowing.  "I'm heh..heh..sorry." Aspen said.

"Heh..heh..hey wait.  You've got some juice dribbling down your chin.  Lemme get it for you."  Sara reached out and touched Aspen on the chin and paused.  Both women paused and stared at each other.  Sara gently rubbed the juice drop off Aspen's smooth lip, and moved down where the drop flowed down her face.  Sara moved closer to Aspen and moved her face closer towards hers.  The two beautiful women were an inch apart.  Sara's finger kept moving down slowly, wiping off the juice trail until the juice drop stopped at Aspen's neck.  Sara slowly moved her finger off and put it against Aspen's lush lips.  Aspen slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, gently licking the warm juice off Sara's finger.  Sara put her hands on Aspen's slender shoulders and moved her mouth down to the tanned woman's neck, where she gently licked up the last drop of juice. Aspen closed her eyes and gasped gently, her clitoris growing warmer in anticipation of what she thought and hoped would happen.  Sara moved her tongue downward, past her collarbone, down to her luscious breasts.  Aspen put her hands on Sara's head and pressed it gently against her chest.

The Witchblade armor retracted, leaving Sara naked.  Sara paused, her nose right against the thin material of Aspen's bikini top, tickling Aspen's skin underneath.  Sara gently nudged her nose against Aspen's breast, the fleshy mound hanging in the bikini cup like a person in a hammock, or a net.  Sara extended her tongue and licked the blue sheer material, saliva staining it and making Aspen's nipple more visible.  Aspen's nipple grew harder and began bursting through the saliva soaked spot on her top, begging to be released from its prison.  Aspen closed her eyes to slits and moaned softly as she felt her hooter get teased by the beautiful cop, her hand still buried in Sara's thick hair.  Aspen felt her crotch grow wet with arousal, and she began fantasizing about Sara and her together.

Sara moved up to look Aspen straight in the eye and said in a whisper, "I want to fuck you."

Aspen replied with "Me too."

Both women felt their passion unleash with their words.  Sara dove onto Aspen, knocking her to the ground.  Sara ripped apart Aspen's bikini top, finally releasing her soft breasts from their prison and lunged upon Aspen's heaving bosom.  Putting Aspen's large right tit in her mouth, Sara began sucking ravenously on her hard brown nipple.  Aspen gasped, her hands grabbed the ground for support, and ended up pulling handfuls of grass out.  Sara let go of Aspen's breast and kissed Aspen passionately on the mouth, embracing their tongues with unbound lust.  Aspen grasped Sara's thick brown hair and pushed her face against hers, hoping the lewd kiss would never end.  Sara reached down to Aspen's crotch and fondled her bikini brief, which was now wet from arousal.  The two women broke off their kiss for a moment as Aspen looked down and quickly pulled her bikini briefs down in lustful anticipation of what was to come.  Sara resumed frenching with Aspen while her hand fondled Aspen's wet pussy.  Aspen groaned softly beneath their kiss, letting go and tilting her head back while Sara licked her chin and neck.  Aspen felt her pussy melt from Sara's caress, and weakly raised her hand to Sara's round ass.

Aspen caressed Sara's firm asscheek gently.  "Mmmm...You work out don't you? Mmmm..." asked Aspen playfully between gasps of pleasure.  Aspen fingered around Sara's crack and slowly drove a single finger into Sara's dripping pussy.  Sara gasped in pleasure as she felt her snatch get penetrated.  She leaned her cheek against Aspen's sweaty bosom, her beautiful face hidden behind her thick messy brown locks.  Both women were finger fucking each other with lustful abandon.  Aspen continued probing her finger through the hot inner walls of Sara's body, rubbing against the thick flesh of her fucktunnel while Sara pumped in and out rapidly out of Aspen's equally hot snatch.

Sara moved herself on all fours, her sweaty hair still hiding her face and her hand still jerking off Aspen, who was ready to cum at any second.  Aspen looked up at her lover, unable to see her face but able to hear her ecstatic cries of sexual bliss through the mess of sweaty hair.  Aspen saw Sara's dangling tits, swaying back and forth as Sara pumped at Aspen and in reaction to Aspen's own pumping.  Aspen tried to reach out and grab one of the sweaty mounds with her lips, so she could drink the sweet sweat that was dripping off Sara's rock hard nipples, but her body began burning and Aspen fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.  Aspen felt her body buckle in pleasure, moaning loudly with each spastic jerk.  Sara pumped her fingers in rhythm to Aspen's panting, and then increased it, and increased it, until Aspen screamed loudly with a ferocious orgasm.  Aspen felt her body melt as she felt the warm flow of her juices escaping her snatch, coating her beloved Sara's fingers.  She closed her eyes and attempted to breathe normally, until she heard Sara's own cries.  She opened her eyes and saw Sara begin to spasm as well.  Aspen pumped her fingers quicker, hoping to give her lover an orgasm as massive as she had.  Sara closed her eyes and tears of pleasure began flowing down her cheeks.  Her body bucked like a rodeo bull and her tits swayed invitingly under her.  Sara felt the hot pleasure within her crotch escalate and loathed the cold feeling around her wet tits.  She prayed for her lover to touch and fondle them. Sara felt Aspen pump her fingers extremely hard, threatening to put Sara off balance and fall over.  But the Witchblade bearer loved it, and groaned loudly with each thrust.

Finally, Sara climaxed ferociously, sending a river of hot cum down her warm fuckhole and onto Aspen's hand.  Sara collapsed after she ran dry onto her panting lover, whose hand was still being consumed by Sara's vulva.  Sara kissed Aspen on the mouth hungrily, who returned the favor with equal lust.  Sara put her hand on Aspen's cheek and lovingly caressed it.

"I love you," said Sara.  Aspen placed her arms around Sara's toned body entwined her right leg with Sara's at the knee.

"I love you too," Aspen replied.

Both women then fell asleep on top of each other, the campfire finally dying out, but their fire of passion just got ignited.

The next morning, Sara awoke, finding herself still on top of Aspen.  Sara looked carefully at her sleeping lover and admired her beauty.  She looked down at Aspen's chest, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her every breath.  Sara carefully undid Aspen's leglock and slowly got off her, careful not to wake her up.  Sara looked at her wrist and considered reactivated the Witchblade armor, but decided there was no point.  Sara got up and stretched her gorgeous naked body in the morning sun, basking in it's warm light.  She moaned softly as she regained control of her stiff muscles, and stretched her arms over her head.

"Turn around and do that," said a voice, which took a moment for Sara to realize it was Aspen who was talking.  Sara's moaning had awakened her.

"Oops!" she said as she turned to face her lover, "sorry, I tried to keep quiet so I wouldn't wake you up."  Sara smiled innocently.  Complying with Aspen's request, Sara stretched her arms over her head, raising her breasts and unintentionally putting her body in a pose resembling bondage.

"Someday, we're going to have to try that," said Aspen teasingly.

"Maybe," said Sara, leaning forward and kissing Aspen on the mouth.  "I'm gonna shower, want to come?  I mean...shower as well?"

"Yes to both," said Aspen.  "I want to shower, and cum."

Sara and Aspen walked to the pond fed by a small waterfall where they met.  Sara walked under the waterfall and began scrubbing her body with her hands while being bombarded by the cool water of the small falls.  Aspen leaned on a rock nearby, her hands across her bare torso, watching Sara shower.  She watched as the water flowed from Sara's beautiful face, following her body's curves down her neck and over her luscious breasts and nipples, and down her flat stomach before the waist high pond consumed the water. Aspen entered the pond and walked up from behind to embrace Sara by the stomach.  Sara closed her eyes, and smiled, for she anticipated and hoped for this.

"I'm tired of waiting," said Aspen in a sensuous whisper.  Sara acutely felt Aspen's firm breasts pressed against her back, and felt Aspen's crotch align with hers under the water.  Aspen moved her hands to Sara's large mammaries, cupping them like the Witchblade armor did.  Sara cooed and tilted her head backwards, feeling the cool water hit her skin, which was getting hotter by the second.  Aspen fondled and pinched Sara's tits, making Sara weak in the knees and causing her to sink ever so slightly into the water.  Sara stopped scrubbing her body and put her hands over Aspen's on her breasts, fondling herself in sync with the dark-haired woman.

One of Aspen's hands broke free and moved down to Sara's throbbing snatch, which was boiling hot despite being underwater.  Aspen plunged her slender finger into Sara, eliciting a loud moan from the horny cop.  Sara opened her mouth and allowed the water to flow down her throat, she felt so hot and desperately needed cooling down.  With one hand still on Aspen's hand, which was still fondling her breast, Sara moved her free hand down to her own crotch, on top of Aspen's other hand, also in the process of fondling Sara's curvaceous body.  Sara rolled and thrust her crotch around Aspen's finger with lustful abandon.  Aspen plunged in and out like a piston, with Sara aiding her with the motions.  Soon Sara felt herself tighten and increased the pace and ferocity of Aspen's finger fucking, grunting and panting with every thrust until she climaxed, sending a flow of hot honey into the cool pond.  Aspen removed her finger from Sara's snatch, which was still leaking her sex juice, and moved it to Sara's lips.  Sara instinctively took it in her mouth and licked it lasciviously.

"Oh, yeah," said Sara after Aspen removed her well-licked finger from Sara's mouth.  "Sorry about ripping your bikini top, it's ruined now, isn't it?"

"Hm..oh yeah," said Aspen.  "Who needs it?  I want to fuck again.  And again, over and over and over," her voice now in a lewd whisper.  "I'm your fucktoy and you're mine.  We're animals."

"Mmmm...animals," moaned Sara as Aspen began fingering her hot clit again.

That night, Sara and Aspen were eating more of the orange fruit and sitting by the fire.  Both women were naked, and cradled in each other's arms.  "Should we ever try to get home?" asked Sara through bites of her fruit.

"Yeah, I don't think we can live here forever." replied Aspen.

"You're probably right, but I like it here."

"Yeah, I do too, but even in the city, we'll always have each other."  Aspen swallowed her fruit and kissed Sara on the cheek.  "Let's fuck."

Sara discarded her fruit skin and was about to kiss Aspen when she heard a rustling sound from behind her.  "Did you hear that?"  she asked.

"What is it?  An animal?" said Aspen in a worried tone.

"Sounded like..." said Sara when suddenly she was cut off by the sound of hollering and yelling.  Several large figures emerged from the bushes and grabbed each woman by the arms.  "Aspen!!!!" cried Sara.

"Sara!!!!" cried Aspen.

Sara was about to use her Witchblade and Aspen was about to change into water, when both women felt a blow to their heads and fell unconscious.

Struggling to open her eyes, Sara moaned and found she was lying a dirt floor inside a wooden hut.  Her back ached like hell and her head was still groggy.  She felt the back of her head and felt a tender bump where she had been hit.  Sara looked around and realized Aspen was nowhere to be found.

Determined to find her lover, Sara commanded the Witchblade to expand, but it didn't.  Sara commanded it again, but once again nothing happened.  She kept commanding but it still didn't obey, which gave Sara an ominous feeling of what was to come.  Sara tried kicking the door open, but the door wouldn't budge.  She tried ramming it with her shoulder, which only gave her bruises.  Sara was about to give up when she noticed in the wood of the door there was a knothole.  She looked through it and saw two large men were coming towards her prison.  She saw this as an opportunity to escape.  She hid behind the door and waited for them to open it.  When they did, she lunged forward and, using her police training, tried to subdue them. But the men were too large even for the well-trained detective, and overpowered her easily.  Sara ended up leaving her cell escorted by the two men, who were holding her arms tightly.

The men led her to what looked like an altar, a round wooden platform with rope at the four corners, as if meant for someone to be tied down on.  Torches stood at each corner, with a giant stone statue in front of the platform, of what type Sara did not know.  Her two guards were greeted by another native wearing a giant mask and a loincloth.  They spoke to each other in a language she did not understand or even recognize.

<Is this the one?> asked one of Sara's guards to the shaman.

The shaman looked at Sara through his large wooden mask.  Sara squirmed, she felt as if his gaze was piercing her soul.  But the discomfort was temporary, as the shaman turned away after a few seconds of staring at Sara's voluptuous form.

<No.  The gods will not be appeased by the likes of her.  She is very beautiful, however.  Take her to the pole, and bring me the other one.>

The guards nodded and walked Sara over to the center of the village.  There stood a tall wooden pole covered in small detailed carvings.  Sara noticed a rope was dangling from the top of the pole, which extended down until it was close to seven feet off the ground.  The guards guided Sara to the pole and raised her arms over her head, where they tied her wrists tightly to the rope.  Sara became increasingly frightened as she anticipated what would happen.  One of the guards stepped up to Sara and sniffed her thick brown hair.  Another guard stepped back and walked around her to admire her naked bound form from all angles.  The guard sniffing her hair stopped and yelled out something in his native language.  Within moments almost all the men in the village emerged from their huts, lust burning within all their eyes.

The two guards left Sara's side and walked out of her range of vision.  She heard more talking from behind but was too afraid to turn around, which was when a ripping sound cracked the air and a jolt of pain slashed across Sara's back.  Sara screamed as she felt her muscles spasm helplessly in pain.  She turned her head around a bit and saw out of the corner of her eye that one of the natives had a short whip.  The rest of the natives all yelled out in what sounded like triumph and as Sara got over the stinging pain of the last whiplash, she was lashed again by the grinning native.  Sara screamed again as she felt the whip slash at her left buttock, leaving an angry red mark.

Sara tried begging for mercy, but the natives replied with even faster whipping.  Sara screamed with each successive smack, her back, ass, arms and legs covered in swollen red cuts.  Sara hung limp in her bonds and panted heavily as her head hung low against her heaving chest.  Even though Sara felt like she was in hell, she admitted to herself that she was getting extremely aroused by the abuse, in fact a few of her screams were actually from orgasms.  Stains of fresh honey on her thighs backed that up.

The Witchblade on her wrist glowed softly, Sara knew then why it had not obeyed her earlier.  It knew somehow this would happen, and wanted to experience it.  Now it reveled in the debauchery the natives were committing on her and did not want it to end.

For a moment however, it did.  The whipping stopped, and Sara raised her head to see what was going on.  She saw one of the natives grab her sore torso and turn her around to face the whip wielding native who was torturing her.  Sara realized with great horror what was going to happen next.

The native snapped the whip across Sara's left tit without warning, leaving a large red slash on it.  Sara gasped, her voice and energy too drained to scream.  Her dripping pussy was growing hot again, and she knew she was going to climax soon.  The native lashed out at her again and again, leaving her frontal body as badly bruised as her back.  Red welts criss-crossed on Sara's breasts, stomach and legs.  Sara felt herself growing super hot again, and felt herself about to burst.  One more slash came extremely close to her crotch, and that did it.  Sara screamed, the slash from the whip bruised her right above her pussy, which burst with fresh juice, staining her thighs and the soil beneath her.  The air around Sara was ripe with the smell of her orgasms, driving many of the men wild.  The whip holder finally discarded his weapon and said something to the crowd of rowdy villagers, who dove upon her like a pack of voracious animals.

Sara was in severe pain and tried to block out what was going on, but she couldn't.  She felt her body being lifted off the ground while the ropes cut into her wrists.  She felt her legs being spread apart and her pussy being penetrated by a large native, who she couldn't see.  Another native in front of her forced his huge penis into her mouth and grabbed her hair forcefully.  Sara sucked on it with what little energy she had, for she knew she would probably get killed if the native wasn't pleased with her blowjob.  Two more natives attached their lips to her dangling tits, sucking on them like babies.  The rest of her body was being groped and touched by what seemed like millions of pairs of dirty hands.  Sara felt both penises tighten and climax, one sending a stream of cum down her womb and the other down her throat.  She orgasmed yet again in response, sending a spray of juice out of her pussy, and into the mouths of the lecherous natives.  The natives at her mouth and crotch pulled their hard shafts out of her, but before she could recover two more natives took their places and she was being raped again.  Tears of pain stained Sara's eyes, as she felt her body get abused again and again and again, her identity was nothing but a fucktoy for the bestial natives.  The only thing Sara could think about was the status of Aspen, whom she hoped was in a better place than this.

Aspen tried to look away as the native shaman gazed at her through his wooden mask.  She could sense his eyes scanning her sensual body from head to toe.  She squirmed in her confinement between the two native guards holding her arms tightly, feeling wary as to what would happen to her. The shaman said something to the guards Aspen could not understand.

<She must be the one.  A virgin to sacrifice to the gods.>

The guards pushed Aspen onto the platform face down, her boobs pressed against the rough wood.  They proceeded to bind her wrists and ankles, her legs forcibly spread apart.  Aspen trembled in fear, her water powers were somehow not working, probably due to the altar's mystical powers.  The shaman removed his loincloth to uncover his large, erect penis.  He knelt down at Aspen's shapely ass and rammed his meat down between the pert cheeks.  Aspen gasped, her body being thrust forward with the shaman's every push.  The rough wood cut into her breasts, leaving bloodstains on the altar and splinters in her mammaries.

The shaman slapped Aspen's smooth asscheeks roughly until they turned red and swollen.  Aspen tried to force the shaman off her but he was too heavy and pressed his hands down on Aspen's shoulders, pinning her face to the wooden alter.  Aspen gripped her wrist bonds for support and braced herself for the inevitable.  With a great shout and chant, the shaman exploded within Aspen, sending a river of sperm up her rectum.  Aspen orgasmed ferociously, her back arching forward as she felt his rock hard cock continue to throb and send more hot cum into her body.  Aspen panted uncontrollably as she felt him pump her full of cum for what seemed like eternity.  Finally, the shaman finished and dismounted Aspen, who still desired more.  Aspen was about to beg for more when she felt herself grow super hot inside.  She felt like he was fucking her again, although much more intense.  Aspen thrashed beneath what felt like an invisible rapist, who was drilling her up the ass with a giant sized cock.  Loud cries of pure ecstasy filled the village as Aspen orgasmed, exploding with cum which splattered onto the wooden platform, which mysteriously was absorbed by the fibers.

The shaman looked at Aspen's weak bound form, her tanned body covered in sweat from two inhuman orgasms.  The shaman touched her wet ass with his finger and followed the curves of her body down to the wood of the platform, which was sticky with her honey.  He touched the wood and got a bit of cum on his finger, which he licked.  His eyes widened in shock as he yelled out, <This woman isn't a virgin!!!!  Oh gods!  Please forgive my ignorance, I was not aware that...>

It was too late for apologies, however, the gods were offended that they were offered an impure woman.  For that, they felt the natives deserved a harsh and brutal punishment.

Intense rumbling sounds echoed through the night sky, the island shaman looked up and continued praying in a futile attempt for forgiveness.  Dark clouds gathered slowly into one great mass, floating above the largest mountain of the island.  A thunderous roar was heard, and a split second later, a massive lightning bolt emerged from the cloud mass and smashed into the mountain.  The mountain split in half, and an ocean of lava began rushing through the wound.

The shaman opened his eyes wide in terror, for he knew this was the work of the gods, and they would not be satisfied until they were all dead.  He called out a warning to his fellow tribesmen to run, after which he began running himself, even though he knew it was for nothing.  There was no escaping the gods.

Aspen opened her eyes and moaned softly, she felt wonderful after her two giant orgasms.  All around, natives were running and screaming in all directions in what looked like an evacuation attempt.  She turned her head and saw the cause.  A glowing vein of lava was flowing towards them from the mountain.  Aspen tried her water powers again, and they worked.  Her body melted into water allowing her to slip through the ropes on her wrists and ankles with ease.  After re-solidifying, she ran off into the village, hoping to find Sara before the island was burned away.

Sara moaned again as another man climaxed within her battered pussy.  Her body was abused so many times she stopped paying attention to the rapes.  One thing that did catch her attention was the sudden screaming and loud rumbling.  The man who was raping her pulled out in the middle of his orgasm and ran away, leaving a trail of sperm meant for Sara's womb.  Sara slumped to the ground, she didn't care anymore as to what would happen to her, she just wanted the pain to end.

"Sara!!" yelled a familiar voice.

Sara turned her head slowly in disbelief, and almost cried with joy when her eyes confirmed her suspicions.  "Aspen!!" she cried.  "Help me!!"

Aspen ran to Sara and untied her limp body from the pole.  Sara collapsed to the dirt, her body still marred with red slashes.  Aspen gently grabbed Sara and carried her through the jungle.  "Please..." said Sara in a weak voice, "leave me behind."

"No," said Aspen in a curt tone, "don't even think about it!"

By the time the two sexy women reached the beach, the lava was burning the jungle to ash.  "We don't have much time, what can we do?" asked Sara.  The smell of melting sand began to fill the air along with the stinging smoke of burning vegetation.

"I've got an idea," said Aspen, "I hope this works."

Aspen carried Sara in her arms and slowly walked into the water.  Just as her foot stepped off the beach, the lava hit the ocean water with a steaming sound and stopped moving.  The island was now nothing but a large pile of cooling lava.

Aspen concentrated deeply and closed her eyes.  Sara watched in awe as the dark-haired woman began turning transparent, and began getting softer and wetter to the touch.  Sara saw Aspen was now perfectly transparent, as if the water had turned into a beautiful woman.  Aspen bent over to Sara and wrapped her body around her injured friend, trapping Sara in a bubble of water, with an air pocket around her head to allow her to breathe.  Sara looked at her situation in a perplexed manner, she wondered how this was happening.  Her head was clearly under the surface, yet there was air around her face for about two inches outward.  She felt the water around her body felt different than normal water, almost like it was purposely holding onto her.

"Sara...can you hear me?"

Sara would have normally been shocked at the sound of a voice in her situation, but she was calm, for she knew who it was.  "Aspen, what's going on?"

"I can turn into water remember.  I've never done this before.  I'm controlling the water around your body and carrying you.  I'm allowing you to breathe with that air pocket.  Don't worry, I'll replenish the air periodically.  Just sit back and get some sleep.  I'll get us home."

"How do you know where we're going?"

"I don't.  Just hope we get lucky."

Over twenty-four hours passed, and Aspen was at the brink of exhaustion.  There was no land in sight, and Aspen knew if she stopped using her powers now, they would both die.

"Sara," she said in a serious tone, "we might not make it.  If we die, I want to do something to you.  This has always been my ultimate sexual fantasy, and I'm letting you experience it."

Aspen, who essentially all the water touching Sara, began touching Sara gently under her breasts by exerting more water pressure on them.  Sara moaned gently and smiled, knowing if she was to die, at least she would have one last good time.  Aspen used her power to exert more water pressure on all of Sara's body, as if Sara was being touched gently by a million soft hands on every inch of her skin.  Sara began panting, the air in her air pocket beginning to grow hotter.  Aspen's entire watery form began buzzing with pleasure, sending those signals to her mind.  Aspen had always fantasized of the water making love to her one day, even as a teenager who found the pool the ultimate pick-me-up after breaking up with her boyfriends.  Sara felt the pressure building on her pussy, as if the water was attempting to penetrate her.  Sara spread her legs gently and gasped as she felt a surge of cool water spray her throbbing clitoris.  Aspen stopped the flow of the liquid in Sara's clit and concentrated on increasing the pressure on the walls of Sara's fucktunnel.  Sara leaned her head back as she melted in the pleasure, the cool water expanding and contracting within her vagina was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  She felt an increased pressure on her hands, knowing it was Aspen she squeezed the water back, as if holding her lover's hand.  With a sudden gasp and long moan of carnal bliss, Sara orgasmed, sending a river of hot cum out her cunt.  The cum dissolved into the watery spectre surrounding Sara, which even though silent, still gave signs obvious to Sara that it was happy.

"I...love...you..." said Aspen, before turning back into a human.

For a few seconds the two women attempted to swim despite their weakened states, when the buzz of a helicopter was heard in the distance.  Sara ordered the Witchblade to expand, which it did, and used it to signal the helicopter with a burst of fire.  She looked at Aspen's beautiful face and held her by the torso, everything would be all right.

Sara Pezzini walked up to her apartment with a gloomy attitude.  She had a mountain of paperwork to finish due to her absence, and she missed Aspen.  Thinking about Aspen made Sara want to jerk off.  She didn't know why she had such impure thoughts towards another woman, but Aspen was no ordinary woman.  Even though they were both aware the strange fruit probably had more to do with their bestial sexual hungers rather than a mutual attraction, they still both felt strongly towards each other.

Sara unlocked her door and saw the interior lights were off, but the room was lit with a series of candles scattered about the apartment.  Sara unholstered her gun and entered cautiously, closing the door and locking it behind her.  She scanned the apartment looking for any sign of intrusion, her finger standing ready on the gun's trigger.

"I don't think you'll need the gun," said a female voice.  Sara turned quickly towards the direction of the voice, but didn't point her gun out of a suspicion that she knew that voice.  "The handcuffs might be useful however."  Sara saw someone sitting on her couch, although she could not make out who it was.  The speaker stood up to reveal her identity.

It was Aspen Matthews, her shapely, tanned body clad only in a black silk robe that despite being tied at the waist, was opened at the chest, barely hiding her nipples.

"Aspen!!" cried out Sara, discarding the gun and jumping over the couch to embrace her lover and kiss her hungrily on the lips.  Sara's hands began groping Aspen's toned form, her robe was already undone at the waist and pulled down off one shoulder.  Aspen broke off the kiss gently to stop Sara's actions.

"Let's go to the bedroom," said Aspen with a flirting tone in her voice.

Aspen held Sara's hand and guided her to the bedroom.  Inside, Aspen had set up a number of candles as the sole source of light, along with a black bag on the nightstand.  The bed had been covered in black silk sheets, rather than Sara's old white polyester ones.  Aspen shrugged off her robe and let it flow gently off her curvaceous form to the floor.  Sara began frantically unbuttoning her shirt while Aspen knelt down and undid the belt around Sara's slim waist.  Sara threw the blouse on the ground and unfastened her white bra.  Aspen undid the belt and slowly pulled down Sara's jeans, licking her thighs gently as she went down.  Sara moaned gently in pleasure, and began fondling her tits, tweaking and pinching her hard nipples as Aspen removed Sara's white panties.  Aspen inhaled Sara's rich cunt scent as she brought her face closer to Sara's throbbing clit.  Extending her tongue Aspen plunged into Sara, sucking loudly on the hot lips of her labia.  Sara moaned in carnal ecstasy, her slit burning with lust as Aspen slid her tongue down her hot vagina.  Sara pulsed her hips in tune with Aspen's sucking action, gasping with every thrust.  Aspen put her hands on Sara's shapely ass, pushing the horny cop's crotch harder onto her wet tongue.  Sara's muscles trembled and the Witchblade gem glowed as she felt herself begin to climax.  With a loud scream Sara orgasmed, sending a warm stream of cum down Aspen's eager throat.  Aspen sucked Sara's clit dry and then dragged Sara onto the bed.  Sara went on top of Aspen and began kissing her firm breasts, while Aspen reached for the bag on the nightstand and produced a shiny black dildo.

Aspen spread her legs apart and plunged the dildo into her moist vagina, gasping as she felt the cool plastic press against her hot vulva.  "Straddle me!" she yelled to Sara, who was glad to obey.

Sara crawled over Aspen on all fours and positioned her crotch over Aspen's.  Sara spread her vulva apart and gently lowered herself onto the dildo inside Aspen, who was already sweating in pleasure.  Sara moaned as the hard dildo pressed against her vagina, and began bouncing onto Aspen's crotch, the dildo vanishing between the two women's cunts as they both drew it deep within each other.  Sara groaned and gasped with every jump, her large tits bouncing in erotic unison.  Aspen gripped the sheets of the bed and tossed her head back and forth as she felt her senses shatter with lust.  Her hips began rising with each one of Sara's bounces, Aspen's own large tits bounced as her body was rocked by Sara's humping motions.  Sara stopped bouncing as she felt her muscles tense with pleasure and fell atop Aspen to kiss her hungrily.  Aspen returned the kiss with equal passion, her loins also ablaze as she felt herself coming.

Aspen and Sara placed each others hands on each others asses, allowing the dildo to nestle within each of them a little farther and to allow their own vulva's to kiss.  Sara pumped her ass harder as she felt her vagina muscles harden, and climaxed with a loud scream into Aspen's mouth, where Sara's tongue still lewdly embraced Aspen's.  Sara arched her back as her vagina clamped around the hot dildo like a vice, oozing hot cum into Aspen's cunt.  Aspen climaxed next, her back arching and pushing the dildo into Sara's cunt, Aspen's juices flowing out of her cunt and splattering the black silk sheets beneath her.  Aspen and Sara collapsed on each other, still in a tight embrace with the dildo still connecting them.

For a while the two lustful whores lay still, their sweaty bodies panting loudly and their nipples and vaginas still throbbing with lust.  Sara finally got up and removed the dildo from her own loose cunt, which came out with a loud sucking sound.  Sara then pulled gently to removed the dildo from the hot slit of Aspen, who was still panting loudly with pleasure.

Sara discarded the slimy hot dildo over her shoulder and laid her sweaty body on top of Aspen's.  Fondling Aspen's large tit, Sara said, "I do have some paperwork to do, but it can wait.  I do have a few sick days I'll probably never use."

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