Note: This takes place shortly after Demon Mother

The cold wind blew over the snow-covered streets of New York city, effortlessly tossing garbage through the air and chilling the citizens to the bone.  One of them, a tall woman, held the front of her long grey coat closed to better protect herself from the icy air.  Her name was Caitlin Fairchild, a beautiful young woman with shoulder-length fiery red hair and emerald eyes.  Underneath her coat was a body that was beyond description, tall and slender yet built without losing any bit of feminine beauty.  The girl's face, although hidden by her lank hair, was equally gorgeous, like a goddess.  Her large, round breasts stood completely hidden under her clothes, yet still displayed their presence with twin bulges around her bosom.  Caitlin was wandering the streets of New York for a few hours now, with nothing but the clothes she wore and a suitcase in her hand.  Recently, she had been freed from sexual slavery by a group of women, which left her with no memories of her prior life and a shattered sense of self-respect.  Caitlin had to force back tears everytime she thought about it, she felt she was nothing but a slut.  Truly, her alluring assets made her a desirable prize for any man, and that was part of her depression.  At one point, she was able to remember her body had vast strength and endurance, but now, after months of non-stop rapes and incantations that inhibited her powers, she was considerably weaker and only possessed strength slightly higher than a fit human being.  Her fingers began feeling sore from gripping her heavy bag for so long, she was able to recall how easily she could lift a car once.

"I have no purpose," she thought to herself as she continued walking, "what will I do?  Should I kill myself?"

As Caitlin continued to wallow in her own self-pity, she failed to notice two men emerge from an alley she walked past.  They followed the solemn girl eagerly, the distance between them slowly decreasing, until Caitlin was about to pass another dark alley, when they struck.  The first man ran up and pushed Caitlin sideways between the buildings, knocking the surprised redhead into the snow.  "Hey baby." the man said with a smile while his partner in crime walked up to Caitlin and forced her up.  The captor man gripped Caitlin's feminine wrists, and pinned them hard against the brick wall.  Caitlin's eyes were open wide with an intense fright and her lips shook with both the cold and her fear.  "Please," she begged, "don't hurt..." which was when she was interrupted by the first man smacking her across her face.  "Shut up bitch," the man ordered as he opened Caitlin's jacket.  Caitlin was about to scream when the man holding her wrists whispered, "If you scream, we'll kill you, slowly."  Caitlin, her fear overpowering and all consuming her thoughts, complied, as if unable to refuse a man's orders.  "Oh god," she realized, "I'm still under the effects of my slavery, I can't resist these men."

The man who opened Caitlin's jacket looked for a moment at Caitlin's blouse before ripping it open.  Caitlin gasped as the cold air suddenly bit into her newly exposed flesh, her massive tits shivering in their bra.  "Hey Clyde," the man said to his partner, "check out the titties!"  Clyde looked at them with lust, "I've never seen them so big," he said, watching them heave in their lace prison.  "Hey tits, those real?" he asked Caitlin, an evil grin on his face.

Caitlin could only shiver with cold and weakly said, "Yes, but..please don't...", when her speech was interrupted once again by a smack on the face, her cheek now swollen and red.  "Shut up bitch, we're going to fuck you." said the first man as he unclasped the front hooks off Caitlin's bra, her huge breasts springing free and bouncing with tantalizing rhythm.  "God dammit this will be good," said Clyde, his penis growing hard as he stared at her nipples, erect and hard from the cold weather.  The first man nodded excitedly in agreement as he undid his pants.  He placed his hands on the waistband of Caitlin's jeans and was about to pull them down, when Caitlin screamed "NOOOO!!!" and pushed both her would-be rapists away, both of them smacking into the wall behind them.

"Hey, you die bitch!" said Clyde as he produced a knife.  Caitlin lunged on him before he could even finish raising his blade and punched him in the face, knocking him instantly unconscious.  Caitlin, rage still burning inside, turned to face the other man who tore off her clothes.  The man staggered to get up, his hands up in a defensive and apologetic gesture, which didn't even cause Caitlin to hesitate punching him in the stomach, bucking him over and then giving him an uppercut to his jaw, landing him on the ground.  Caitlin gritted her teeth and sneered, her large exhales of angry breath visible in the cold night, until finally another chilly updraft blasted her bare flesh and cooled her burning anger.  Caitlin looked at the damage, and saw Clyde was bleeding from his mouth.  Caitlin poked at him, and no response came out.  She felt his neck, and was relieved when he was still alive.  The other man she hurt laid on his back in the snow, blood also coming out of his slack lips while a tooth sat beside his head, still red with blood.  Caitlin dragged him deeper into the shadows of the alley and placed him on top of Clyde.  "Oh my god," she thought to herself as she refastened her bra and held her jacket and shirt together, the buttons gone off her blouse.  Her chest still ached with cold as she left the alley, clutching herself and her suitcase tightly.

Caitlin wandered a few blocks away from the alley until she reached a bus station.  She stepped inside the warm building and sat down at a pay TV terminal seat, simply because she felt safer sitting in a seat where no one could sit beside her.  She looked at her reflection in the blank TV screen, studying herself for the first time in months.  "Look at you," she thought, "you're a beautiful woman.  Every man wants you.  They want to fuck you, own you.  That's all you are, and all you'll ever be.  You don't even have super-powers anymore.  Now you're really nothing but a piece of meat." which was when she burst into tears, crying into her palms, her sobs unheard by anyone in the empty bus station.  Caitlin finally ceased weeping, wiping the last of her tears and putting money into the TV, if at least to allow her to ignore her reflection.  The TV burst with life, with a late-night talk show.  "Strange," she thought to herself, "haven't seen this guy before, I thought that old guy used to do this show and people would call in to ask questions.  Now who's this young guy?  Then again, I haven't watched TV in months."  Caitlin paused on that thought as she realized the reason why.  "God, can't I ever stop thinking about that?"  she asked herself.  Deciding to try get her mind off it, she changed the channel, turning to a movie with a couple making love, "Definitely not." she thought, changing the channel again.  On this latest channel a middle-aged man appeared, sitting in what appeared to be a sophisticated study, with books lining most of the walls and paintings hanging covering the rest.  He was dressed in a well-pressed suit and sat in a high backed leather chair.  Somehow, Caitlin found the setting familiar.  "Welcome back," the man said in a prim British accent, "as I said before our break, we have a special guest tonight.  Actually, I am her guest, as we are filming this segment in her own beautiful estate.  It's a privilege and an honour to introduce to you, famous archaeologist Lara Croft."

Caitlin's eyes opened wide with surprise as she heard that name uttered.  "No wonder I recognize that room, it's her study." she thought.  The camera zoomed out a bit and Lara came into view, sitting comfortably wearing a grey skirt and blazer in a leather chair identical to the one the man was in.  "Now, Lara, you're quite different from most archaeologists in the sense that instead of traditional digs, you seem more interested in artifacts buried deep inside tombs and ancient temples.  What draws you to these?"

"It's always been my preference," Lara replied calmly, "I've always been an adventurer at heart.  I get bored very easily I suppose, and honestly, the thrill and excitement is a great part of the enjoyment I get out of my job.  The artifacts rank very highly too of course, but I feel a job wasn't complete unless I had to risk my life for it."

"I see," the interviewer said, taken aback by Lara's bold comments, "now, even though your methods are not terribly approved by your peers.."

"My peers can go f*** themselves." Lara snapped, interrupting the man.

Caitlin giggled as the loud beep censored Lara, "That's telling him." she muttered.

"Ms. Croft," the interviewer stuttered, "please refrain from..."

"I'm sorry." apologized Lara, crossing her arms.

"Yes well," the man coughed, regaining his composure, "your colleagues don't approve of you, but yet you're responsible for some amazing finds, and your books are the best selling archaeology texts out there right now.  Do you have any ideas how this is?"

"I've always believed in training hard for anything you want.  And confidence is important, very important.  I've had rough times in my life, but I've always gotten through them.  If life ever throws your reason for being in doubt, find a new one.  That's my motto."

Those words echoed through Caitlin's head as she sat silently, unaware the TV had used up her money and shut down.  "A new meaning," she thought over and over, "but what?"

England a few days later

Lara sat down at her computer and typed up a foreward to her latest book, a detailed text about ancient Mayan ceremonies.  Lara sighed as she typed, having no real interest in the task at hand.  The doorbell rang suddenly, startling her.  When Lara realized it was only the doorbell, she saved her work and eagerly walked down to answer it.

She opened the door and saw a tall redhead standing in the doorway.  "Lara?" the girl said, which was when Lara recognized her as Caitlin Fairchild.

"Caitlin?  Hi.  What brings you back here?" she asked with delight in her voice.  The burnette woman gestured for Caitlin to step inside, the British woman instantly acting like a gracious host.  Caitlin smiled slightly at Lara's politeness and accepted her offer.

"So, you want what?" asked Lara, sitting on the sofa beside Caitlin.

"I told you, I want to become your assistant, on your adventures.  And not the kind that does paperwork.  I want to go in there where you go.  Deep into the tombs and jungles."  replied Caitlin, taking a sip of hot tea.

"Well, I don't know if you know what you're getting into, but I'm willing to consider it.  A partner would help me, especially one as sexy and beautiful as you." smiled Lara, cupping Caitlin's chin gently.

Caitlin frowned and turned her head away.  "Please Lara, I don't want it like that." she pouted.  "I want to give my life meaning.  Not just as a sex slave."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lara hastily apologized.  "Really, it's just that well, we did umm...you know."

"That was different.  It was one night, and I guess I just still felt like a whore.  Now, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I don't want to be another person's bitch.  I want to make the choice when I want to..you know."  Caitlin said insecurely.

"I understand." said Lara, her head hanging shamefully, embarrassed by her previous comments.  Lara stood up and declared, "Caitlin, you're now my ward.  I'll train you in everything you need to know."

The next day Caitlin dressed up in a sports bra and panties, covering those with baggy sweat pants and a loose t-shirt.  She walked into Lara's music room where a large mat was set up.  She was surprised and shocked when she saw Lara wearing only baggy pants and a training bra, leaving her navel bare.  "Umm..did I catch you in the middle of dressing?" asked Caitlin, averting her eyes.

"No, this is what I always wear when I train, at least if I know someone is going to be around." Lara replied.  "What's wrong?"

"It's just that, well, I feel really shy right now about exposing my body.  I used to be pretty shy, and then when I started showing off more, well, Sebastien captured me." she said, her voice breaking up at the mention of Sebastien.

"It's okay Caitlin," said Lara comfortingly, "I'm here to help you remember?  Let's get started okay?"  Lara put herself in a squatting position and announced, "I'm going to do some tumbling, you try to do the same."  Lara did a dizzying series of jumps and leaps across the mat, spinning and turning in the air like a bird.  Caitlin stood in awe at Lara's grace and agility, admiring how her body flew through the air.  Instantly, an image of Lara going through the air without her bra restraining her tits from jiggling wildly entered her mind.  "God, don't think that." said Caitlin to herself, closing her eyes to erase the image, but to no avail.

"Now, you try it." said Lara, when Caitlin opened her eyes and saw Lara standing directly in front of her.  Lara's body was sweating somewhat and her large breasts heaved heavily in her bra.  Caitlin walked past her and resisted the urge to stare at her twin globes.  "I'm pretty agile myself Lara," admitted Caitlin as she warmed up, "I'm not as strong as I used to be, but I still got agility."  Caitlin took two deep breaths and leaped into the air, spinning once, and then landed straight on her back with a loud thud.  Lara grimaced as she watched Caitlin smack into the mat, her tall form leaving deep impressions.  Lara stepped up to Caitlin and looked into her embarrased face before offering Caitlin her hand.  "I think this will take some work." sighed Lara.

Months passed, and Caitlin's training continued, and progressed.  The initially clumsy girl was now quite adept at acrobatics, as well as martial arts.  Lara also proved to be an effective marksmanship instructor, as Caitlin was able to use twin Beretta's almost as well as Lara could.

"Okay," said Lara as she went into a fighter's stance, "let's go."  Caitlin readied herself by bending her knees and arms and focusing on Lara, her opponent.  The two women stood for a few moments, staring at each other to see who would flinch first.  Lara did, and struck out like a cobra with a jump kick.  Caitlin rolled to the side and dodged it before springing herself to her feet and lunging at Lara with her shoulder.  Lara dove to the side, avoiding Caitlin's charge and swinging her legs around to trip the redhead.  Caitlin hopped over Lara's sweep and spun around, quickly going into another shoulder charge.  Lara blocked it with her hands and tried to brace herself with her feet, but Caitlin was far too tall and heavy, and Lara went down with Caitlin on top of her.  Caitlin quickly gripped Lara's wrists and held them to the mat before exclaiming, "I won."  Lara panted in exhaustion and disbelief, "Okay, you did good." she admitted, noticing Caitlin's grip becoming tighter.  Caitlin stared at Lara, now her captive.  Both women panted against each other, their eyes locked in a stare.  "I..the exercise is over." said Lara.  Caitlin did not reply to her statement and moved herself closer to Lara's face.  "Lara, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me.  You gave my life meaning.  I don't have anything to give you except...this." said Caitlin before she gently kissed Lara on the lips.  Lara and Caitlin closed their eyes and let themselves drown in the soft, serene sensation of their warm lips touching each other.

The two broke off contact and looked at each other for a moment, gasping for breath.  Both their bodies were hot and sweaty from their fight, while lust boiled inside of each of them.  Caitlin dove upon Lara again, kissing her with increased vigor.  Lara moaned softly through Caitlin's lips as she slid her tongue up the redhead's mouth.  Caitlin's wet tongue met with Lara's, and they fondled each other with intense sexual energy.  Caitlin moved her lips up Lara's tongue, sucking up Lara's saliva while her hands moved to Lara's shoulders.  Caitlin let go of Lara's sweet tongue and licked across her lover's chin, Lara throwing her head back in a syncronous rhythm with Caitlin's attentions.  The redhead moved down Lara's neck, licking up the beads of sweat off her hot skin.  Caitlin forced herself up and lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it away before pulling off her sports bra.  Lara licked her lips seductively at Caitlin as she saw her tits jiggle tantalizingly in front of her.  Caitlin hovered over Lara, her tits dangling directly over Lara's head, making the horny burnette nip gently at them like a baby bird.  Caitlin put her hands between Lara's swelling cleavage and pulled, ripping off Lara's bra.  Lara gasped in surprise, her tits exploding out of their confinement.  Caitlin plunged into Lara's fleshy bosom and sucked lavisciously on her right tit.  Lara panted in rhythm to Caitlin's suckling, her tit heaving further into her lover's mouth.  Caitlin flicked around Lara's growing nipple with her tongue, tasting in the small nub's salty flavor as it mushroomed and hardened with arousal.

Caitlin moved her hands down to Lara's ass and pulled down her sweat pants, exposing her underwear.  Caitlin grabbed Lara's haunches and squeezed them ferociously, carressing them with her fingers.  Lara gasped, her arms limply lying at her sides as Caitlin pleasured her tits and ass, the nerves at both areas of her body flooding her brain with ecstacy.  Caitlin stood up for a moment, Lara lying submissively between her legs, to drop her sweat pants, followed by her panties.  Caitlin knelt at Lara's face, shoving her fiery-red cunt against her lips.  Lara drowned in the intoxicating scent of Caitlin's snatch, breathing heavily with arousal and excitement.  Lara leaned her face forward, her wet tongue erect and aiming for her pussy hole.  Caitlin gasped and closed her eyes in pleasure as Lara's wet tongue slid between her burning labia.  Caitlin fell forward, balancing on her hands and leaning most of her weight on her hips, pumping them up and down on Lara's face.  Caitlin writhed endlessly with every push as each one shoved Lara's tongue deeper into her hot fucktunnel, carressing the walls of her slick cunt.  Loud blissful wails escaped her pouty lips, reverberating through the room in an erotic unison to her crotch thrusting.

Lara moaned around her mouthful of cunt, her hot tongue tasting of pre-cum as she thrust in and out of Caitlin's delicious vagina.  The British woman's pert nose was buried in Caitlin's red bush, filling her nostrils with her heady cunt aroma.  Lara gripped Caitlin's buttocks and pulled them firmly against her face, further impaling Caitlin onto her tongue.  Caitlin whined hoarsely, her back arching while her fingers writhed against the gym mat, bunching up the material for support.  With her back undulating like a wave and her crotch locked at Lara's lips, the redhead orgasmed.  Lara felt a river of warm honey trickle into her mouth, and drank eagerly from her lover's body.  Caitlin wobbled with the throes of ecstacy until her orgasmed finally ebbed and she slowly sank back from pure erotic bliss.  Catching her breath, she pulled her dripping cunt off Lara's tongue and turned around, hungry for Lara's womanhood.  She dove upon Lara's cunt and lustfully ripped off her panties, tossing away the shreds of black lace and devoured the chestnut haired lips beneath.  Lara screamed in shock and pleasure, Caitlin's muscular stomach heaving directly above her, the tall girl's cunt dripping it's final drops of cream just inches above Lara's scalp.  Caitlin sucked hungrily on Lara's vagina with a fleshly hunger, as if her orgasm ignited a ferocious beast within herself.  Lara's body bucked and quaked uncontrollably with pleasure spasms caused by Caitlin's ravages.  Caitlin drank in the sweet taste of Lara's hot pussy, sucking wetly on each quivering lip while her tongue thrust in and out of Lara's uterus, teasing her cervix.  Lara gasped constantly, her hands twitching with so much sexual excitement she eventually reached up to fondle her quivering tits, pinching her erect nipples and leaving her creamy globes marred with red scratches.  "God!" Lara screamed, her voice rough with bliss, "harder!  Harder!"

Caitlin paid no attention to Lara's demands, her only concern was her own carnal hunger.  Caitlin slid her tongue up and down Lara's burning vagina, coating the inside walls of her uterus with saliva until she felt Lara's body stiffen beneath her and she heard Lara scream loudly.  Hot cream burst into Caitlin's mouth, which she ate with relish, drinking from Lara's snatch like a hungry dog.  Lara continued gasping and swooning from the sheer ferocity of Caitlin's lapping, her labia throbbing with Caitlin's licks.  Caitlin licked her lips and smacked with satisfaction, wiping her lips of excess cum, and then licked her fingers clean.  Lara laid back, her sweaty chest heaved with exhaustion, making her massive tits rise and fall rhythmically.  Caitlin turned around again, still straddling Lara's torso, her pussy dripping it's juices against Lara's stomach.  "I love you Lara." said Caitlin before lying beside her, her hand fondling Lara's right tit, still gleaming with Caitlin's saliva.

"So am I your new partner?" asked Caitlin, squeezing Lara's soft breast gently.

"Yes, in more ways than one." replied Lara, placing her hand on top of Caitlin's.  Lara smiled as she saw Caitlin's emerald eyes light up with joy.  Lara had given Caitlin meaning in her life, and so much more.  The two sweaty women laid there for a few more hours, kissing and fondling each other brazenly, until night fell upon them.

Author's Note:
Hi folks, told ya I'd be back.  Anyway, this is not the sequel I mentioned last time.  This will lead into the true sequel though.  I'm not sure when that will come out, not too far away.  I have some other stories to work on, so you won't get rid of me that easily!  Don't worry, Demon Mother 2 will come, and it will tie everything I write about with these characters together.  So stay tuned!
Oh yeah, thanks again to the Sportsman for the idea!
Later everyone
Bernie

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