Note: Even though the character here is named Zealot and she looks like Zealot, I really know nothing about her continuuity so I made most of it up.  All I know she's some alien warrior from WildC.A.T.S. and that she's a Coda, some race of Amazon-like women warriors.

Lara Croft lay naked on the bed, the sheets and mattress reeking with the smell of sweat and cum.  Her pouty lips laid slack, drooling onto the erect nipple of Caitlin Fairchild, who slept soundly beneath her.  The two beautiful women were sleeping after a long hard night of sex, their nude forms captured in a still moment of pleasure.  Their serenity was disturbed when the phone rang.  Lara moaned around her mouthful of Caitlin's heaving breast, her voluptuous body shifting out of bed.  She stretched her tired arms and yawned loudly, the phone's ringing drowning her out.  She scratched her flat stomach and smacked her lips, still tasting Caitlin's love honey on her tongue.  Lara reached over to the nightstand beside her bed and picked up the phone.

Caitlin awoke as soon as Lara began speaking.  The tall redhead squinted in the morning light for a few moments before finally getting up.  By the time she did so, Lara had hung up the phone.  The British archaeologist noticed her lover had awakened, and leaned against her sensuously.  "Hey lover.  Morning." she whispered, her hands stroking Caitlin's tits.

"Mmm..." Caitlin acknowledged, her mouth sticky with morning breath and the residue from an endless series of wet french kisses.  "What was that?"  she asked as she pointed to the phone.

"Oh, that was my publisher.  They wanted to know if I would want to go down to the jungle to investigate these ruins and write a book about it."  replied Lara, her hands still fondling Caitlin.

"Really?  Hmm..mmm..." Caitlin purred in response to Lara's affections on her tits, "what kind of ruinsss..." her voice trailed as Lara pinched her sensitive nipples.

"Oh, just some ancient ruins off some Greek Islands.  Nothing big.  I've already investigated them before, it's just my publisher wants to have a book about them.  Just for money."  explained Lara, just before she began licking Caitlin's neck.

"Mmm...Lara...when do we...leave...?" asked Caitlin, even though she didn't want the current moment of bliss to end.

"This afternoon lover." answered Lara between kisses on Caitlin's flesh.  "We've got to get cleaned up first."

Lara guided Caitlin by the hand to the bathroom where there was a large walk-in shower.  Lara turned on the water while Caitlin closed the glass door behind them.  As the water sprayed on both of the women, they began scrubbing each other with scented soap, carressing and stroking each other's curvacious bodies, more out of lust than a real drive for cleanliness.  Both women felt dizzy and restless from the strong fruity smell of the growing layers of lather.  Lara scrubbed Caitlin's massive tits with the soap endlessly, her bare hands running the green bar across the redhead's nipples, both globes swinging penduously with her movements.  Lara gazed at Caitlin's bosom, each nipple tantalizing her with their hardness.  Caitlin rubbed shampoo into Lara's burnette hair, slowly undoing the long braid that Lara always wore.  Undone, Lara's hair was like a cloak that covered her back completely, especially when plastered against her body.  Lara took the soap off Caitlin's tits, and was almost hypnotized as the lather slowly washed away, exposing her sensuous flesh.  Lara reached blindly around Caitlin to soap her ass, pressing her face into Caitlin's chest.  She closed her eyes and licked the redhead's wet skin while her hands wandered around Caitlin's haunches, following the curves of her rump until she reached her asshole.

Lara teased the edges of Caitlin's buttocks with her soapy fingers, Caitlin moaning softly as her flesh tingled from Lara's touch.  She thrust her hips against Lara, begging her to finger her ass.  Lara slipped one delicate finger up Caitlin, causing the redhead to moan with ecstacy, her knees trembling as her cunt burned.  Caitlin discarded the bar of soap in her hands and embraced Lara's round hips, fondling her lover's asscheeks with wanton excitement.  Lara gasped into Caitlin's dripping bosom and ate her left nipple, sucking wetly on the hard little knob.  Caitlin purred, her nipple on fire as Lara licked it over and over.  She felt lewd passion building within her, and moved her fingers against Lara's pussy lips.  Caitlin spread them apart gently before plunging her finger up Lara's brown furred snatch.  Lara gasped at Caitlin's attentions, using the lewd energy she felt from it to thrust harder into Caitlin.  The women were like a machine, each fueling each other's desires with their molestations.  Both women jerked faster, their moans growing louder and echoeing through the shower.  Their machine-like cycle of fingers slid into each other's vaginas over and over as the two lover's smouldering insides began contracting around the foreign objects within them.  Lara sucked on Caitlin's tit with the unrestrained lust of an animal, her drool coating the massive mammary.  The two lovers grasped each other's hips posessively, and groaned loudly as they orgasmed in unison, their cunt spewing honey onto each other's fingers.

Greece

Lara and Caitlin walked through the ancient ruins, both women carrying heavy packs on their backs.  Lara studied her map carefully while Caitlin followed.  Barettas laid holstered against each woman's thigh, laid bare by their shorts.  "I've never seen such old ruins before." said Caitlin, still new to being an archaeologist's sidekick.

"Ever seen ruins at all before?" asked Lara as she studied a carving on a wall.

"No." admitted Caitlin, shrugging.  "Still, ummm...what were these for?"

"Actually, I don't know anymore.  I thought these were temples for worshipping the Greek gods, but there's something inconsistent about these carvings."

"What?"

"Well, here we see what appears to be a group bowing towards someone, but here, we see a fierce war.  That doesn't seem to make much sense to keep them together.  I never noticed these before."

"They look a lot older than the other carvings." said Caitlin, observing how rough and worn out they were.

"What carvings?" asked Lara, turning towards Caitlin.

"There's some more on the other wall.  I'll show you."

Caitlin led Lara to a wall on the opposite side of the building, where another row of carvings stood at the same height as the previous ones.  Lara looked at them and gently ran her finger on the stone.  "These carvings are brand new.  How can that be?"

"You're asking me?  I don't know." said Caitlin.  "Maybe someone carved them here as a prank or for a worship."

"These carvings are only a few years old." said Lara, noticing how clean and sharp the figures on the stone were.  The new carvings were much different than the previous set.  One was of a man raping a woman, while another two naked female figures embracing.  "I don't like the looks of this.  Caitlin, can you give me my magnifying glass?"

No response came from the gorgeous redhead.  "Caitlin?  Blast it Caitlin, no time for this rubbish.  I..."

The blow came fast and hard, knocking Lara unconscious before she even heard the attacker's footsteps.

Lara awakened with a moan, her head groggy and heavy with exhaustion.  Her eyes squinted to adjust to the dim light of the room, which appeared to be a temple of some sort.  Lara noticed she was lying on a cold marble bench, her pack and weapons gone.  She cursed as she realized how advantageous her guns would be at this awkward moment.  She stood up and observed her surroundings.  A series of windows lining each wall was the source of the dim light that awakened Lara, along with torches scattered about the floor.  Various carvings adorned the wall, mostly of gods and goddesses.  Lara studied them, and although the archaeologist was familiar with traditional Greek art, she was somewhat puzzled by the particular sculptures before her.  "Since when is a Greek god portrayed like that?" she asked herself, observing a carving of a clean-shaven man with straight, shoulder-length hair.  Before this man, rows and rows of women were bowing.  Many of them were wearing weapons and armor, which made Lara deduce they were warriors.

"Oh my God!" Lara gasped as a realization flashed into her brain, "Caitlin!"

"You need not worry about Caitlin," a voice said from the darkness, "if you are referring to that red-headed woman you brought."

"Who are you?!" demanded Lara, fists clenching, "where is Caitlin?!  If you've hurt her I'll..."

"I don't think you're in a position to threaten me." the voice calmly replied.  "Caitlin is safe for now.  Although I cannot guarantee she will stay that way."

"Who the hell are you?!  Why did you attack us?!!" screamed Lara, now fuming with anger.

"Ahh...that I owe you an apology for."  Soft footsteps began as soon as the voice finished speaking, revealing a tall, white-haired woman wearing a white toga.  "I am Zealot.  We are the Coda."

"The who?" Lara inquired, still standing battle-ready.

"A race of women warriors I founded many many years ago.  Some mythologies have referred to us as Amazons."

"Ah, I see," nodded Lara, "how does that justify your actions though?"

"We were wrong to attack you," said Zealot, "but your friend is a different story."

"How so?!" exclaimed Lara, rage burning inside of her.

"She is a man's toy.  She has the foul stench of a man in her, and she is forever marked by it."

"What?  You mean she's not a virgin?  Big deal."

"It's not only her purity.  You are not pure yourself.  However, we can tell you have not coupled with a man for years, and have discovered the fleshly pleasures of women."

"Well...yes." Lara answered hesitantly, knowing it was the truth.  Lara hung her head down, almost shamefully, which was when Zealot dove at her.  Zealot moved like lightning, striking Lara in the stomach before tackling her to the ground.

Zealot pinned down Lara's wrists forcefully, causing Lara to grimace and writhe slightly with discomfort.  She glared at Zealot with gritted teeth, while the warrior woman calmly hovered above her.

"You're very beautiful." said Zealot, her tone still flat.  "Do you realize how long it has been for me?"  she asked Lara as she carressed her wrists.

"Fuck you..." said Lara, her voice drifting off on her last syllable.  Lara felt her pussy grow moist and her nipples began hardening and pressing against her clothes.  Her bra suddenly felt insanely tight, and she felt a strong compulsion to remove it, a compulsion that grew with every passing second she looked at Zealot.  Zealot inched her face closer to Lara, who was now panting heavily, her thick lips trembling with a need to kiss her captor.  Zealot was so close to Lara the archaeologist could feel the warrior's hot breath against her face, which felt so good.  Lara craned her neck to try and taste Zealot's flesh, but to no avail.  Before Lara could reach her, Zealot pulled away and let go of her wrists, leaving Lara on the floor sad and confused.

"We Coda are adept at seduction.  Especially with outside women who are not accustomed to the levels of pleasure our mere touch can produce."

Zealot explained to Lara as she saw the confused look in the archaeologist's eyes.  That look quickly changed, and by the end of her speech, the confused look had turned into a lustful stare.

"Do you wish to couple with me?" asked Zealot, her words like sweet music to Lara's ears.

"Yes...." begged Lara, her pussy tingling as she submitted.

Zealot commanded Lara to follow and the British woman obeyed.  She led her down a long hall to a massive pair of double doors.  Zealot pushed them and they swung open with loud ominous creaks.  In a stark contrast to the dark hall, the room inside was brightly lit with candles burning everywhere, filling the room with a soft orange light along with a wave of soft heat.  Zealot motioned Lara inside and closed the door behind them.  Lara could feel herself sweating from the hundreds of tiny flames around her, along with her body's lustful urgings.  Behind her, she saw three other naked women lying sensuously on a pile of silk cushions.  They all were beautiful, but possessed the same warrior-edged look that Zealot had.  Zealot came up from behind and startled Lara by ripping off Lara's aqua colored tankini, exposing her bra-clad tits.  "Take off your clothes." the white-haired woman demanded as she walked past Lara.

Lara could only stand in awe as Zealot removed her toga, watching the thin material slip off her curvacious body and fall to the floor in a pile.  Zealot's figure was magnificent, possessing the same beautiful yet strong features that made Lara lust for Caitlin so much.  Zealot posed sensuously against the cushions with the other women, who joined Zealot in staring at Lara.  Zealot simply glared at her impatiently, while the other women licked their lips slowly with half-closed eyes.  Lara shuddered, feeling their lust radiate from their hot bodies.  She felt like she was in a sauna, her tits heaving and swelling in their confinement.  A wet spot of love honey was visible on her brown shorts, while beads of sweat slid down her bare legs.  Lara took off her shoes, socks and shorts, leaving her clad in a sweaty, tight bra and wet panties.  Lara slowly walked up to the four naked women and was about to lie down on the cushions, when Zealot ordered her, "Turn around."  Lara obeyed willingly, her anxiety and eagerness for the women to have their way with her building with every beat of her increasingly fast heart.  "Kneel." she heard Zealot say, and she obeyed.

Lara felt one of the women kneel behind her and cupped her breasts, while another woman with short black hair knelt in front of Lara and kissed her.

Lara felt the woman behind her move her hands down across her flat stomach and began digging through the sticky material of her panties to finger her cunt.  The woman kissing Lara kissed down every inch of Lara's sweaty neck to feast on her tits.  Lara felt her shoulder blades getting licked by the woman behind her, moaning softly as the woman's soft tongue pleasured Lara in a few key places.  Lara gasped as she felt her bra come undone and her tits flopped freely, only to be consumed upon by one of the lavivacious Coda women.  Lara closed her eyes and let her brain bask in the sea of pleasure washing upon her body.

Caitlin woke up in a groggy daze, her arms sore and bound with heavy manacles above her head.  She shook her head and saw a very large muscular woman glaring at her, fists clenched.  "Greetings," the woman said, her voice almost masculine, "I've been ordered by our leader Zealot that you are to be punished."

"For what?" asked Caitlin, trying her best to calm her growing fear.

"For submitting to the male race.  We can tell how many times you've been violated, and allowed it to happen!"  The woman walked closer to Caitlin and grasped her beautiful face, forcing Caitlin's mouth open with her thumb.  "How many men have climaxed in here?" she asked Caitlin with a sadistic tone in her voice.  The large woman's other hand grasped Caitlin's cunt through her shorts.  "Or how about here?" she demanded.

Caitlin resisted screaming even though she began twisting her labia painfully.  "Please...you don't understand..." she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes, "I wasn't really willing.  I..."

"Enough out of you." the woman interrupted, letting go of Caitlin.  Caitlin could not even breath a sigh of relief when the woman ripped open Caitlin's t-shirt, exposing her massive tits.  "You make it so easy for men to gain access to your mammaries." the woman said harshly.  "You should be ashamed to consider yourself a woman.  Luckily, I'm here to make you sorry." she said with a grin, reaching for a whip coiled at her waist.  She gripped the handle and let the whip undo itself, snapping the leather weapon to let it loose.

"Oh god..." whispered Caitlin, having experienced the same situation of being bound and whipped a countless number of times.  The captor slid the whip slowly against Caitlin's left tit, Caitlin's flesh erupting with goosebumps as the cool leather touched her flesh.  "You like the feeling of that?" the woman asked, reveling in her power.  "Get used to it."

The woman jumped back and using all her energy whipped Caitlin across her chest.  She hit the flesh between her tits with pinpoint accuracy, leaving a large red welt between Caitlin's jiggling mammaries.  Caitlin screamed at the top of her lungs as incredible pain rushed through the wound.  Hot tears flooded her eyes and she whimpered, trying to get a plea for mercy, but her crying muffled her speech too much.  The captor saw how much Caitlin was suffering from one blow and smiled, waiting until Caitlin's screaming turned to gentle sobbing, and then lashing her again and again.

Lara moaned around the cunt inside her mouth, whose cunt she did not know nor did she care.  Lara was too lost in the unimaginable pleasure she was experiencing as she was raped by four amazon women simultaneously.  Along with the labia she sucked hungrily, she felt another woman's tongue possessively suckle her own clit, while her fingers were stabbing blindly into the moist recesses of two other women's vaginas.  Lara felt the woman inside her mouth tighten and then heard her melodious orgasm, just as Lara felt herself climax.  Hot honey gushed out of both women at the same time, feeding both Lara and the woman at her crotch.  Lara drank mouthful after mouthful of hot honey greedily, to her it was the sweetest substance in existence.  She felt the bodies her fingers were lodged in thrash suddenly and the wonderful feeling of flowing cum coated her fingers.  Her eyes still closed, Lara took her cum stained hands and rubbed the cream on her massive tits, making them shine in the candle-lit love chamber.  Lara shuddered beneath the intense pleasure that soaked every cell in her body, her flesh radiating with lust like she had never experienced.  Her smooth skin felt like it was made of pure ecstacy, every nerve pulsated and her brain couldn't take the overload of bliss.  "God, don't...stop..." she begged desperately before her lips were smothered with a wet french kiss from Zealot.

"ARRRRGGHHH!!  STOP!!" echoed through the room endlessly.  Caitlin heaved helplessly in her bonds, her body sheathed in a web of lashes that marred every inch of her pale flesh.  Her captor used her considerable skills to concentrate the lashes on Caitlin's luscious tits, now red and swollen.  "Why?" asked the sadistic dominatrix.  "Didn't you enjoy being whipped by men?  You proudly display your tits and don't expect to be raped?  Do you not know what men are like?"

"I...I...." said Caitlin softly through her trembling lips.  Her head hung low against her heaving breasts while drool leaked out of her mouth.  Caitlin hated herself for it, but she did take a partial liking to being whipped.  Even though it was a remnant of her sexual slavery, she knew such rough treatment would always arouse her.  Such feelings did not change her mind however, she still wanted to get out of her predicament.

"D-dd--deeper...h-hh-harder...." stuttered Lara, her head buried in silk cushions while her ass was thrust high in the air.  The British woman was spreading her legs so that someone behind her could finger-fuck her dripping cunt.  Lara moaned and gasped continuously, soaking the cushion beneath her in drool while sweat dripped off her perfect body to the sheets beneath her.  Lara had lost track of the three other Amazons, but she had long forgotten about them, and Caitlin.  The image of the redhead did briefly enter her mind for a moment, but was shattered once Lara orgasmed, with rivers of pleasure flooding her mind and rushing her memories farther and farther away.

Caitlin laid limp for a while, panting desperately and trying to recover from the intense pain that oozed from her wounds.  She stood tense and ready to take another beating, but was surprised when one never came.  Caitlin looked up after a few moments of ominously dead silence, and saw her captor looking at her with a different expression in her eyes.

"You know," the woman admitted, "you are quite a beautiful woman.  It is of little surprise that men lust for your body."

Caitlin simply hung silently, long having come to the conclusion her body, although exquisite, was not an asset she was proud of.  "Perhaps you can convince me to stop my torture." the captor said, placing the whip aside.

Caitlin heard the suggestive tone in her voice, and she knew what her captor was going to suggest.  Speaking in the most seductive voice she could muster, Caitlin said, "If you unchain me, I will be your posession for all eternity."  Caitlin weakly raised her head and undulated her voloptuous body, her sensuality mesmerizing the captor.  The captor stared at Caitlin's erotic gyrations, even her beaten and bloody body was a sight to behold.

"You will be magnificent." said the captor as she undid Caitlin's manacles.  As Caitlin's arms fell to her sides and she rubbed them tenderly, the dominatrix cupped Caitlin's bruised tits and fondled them roughly.  Caitlin groaned in pain as her dormant wounds flared up again, doing her best to muffle a scream.  "Let us fornicate." demanded the captor as she pinched Caitlin's nipples.

Caitlin's powerful captor forced her to the ground and hovered over the beautiful redhead.  The woman was heavier than Caitlin thought, and she found herself aroused by the rough treatment her tits were receiving.  "Hhh...stop..." she moaned, trying to gather enough strength to resist, but she felt it becoming harder and harder to fight this woman's advances.  Caitlin closed her eyes in an attempt to phase out this woman, but then an image of an even more beautiful woman appeared in her imagination as the large captor proved to be a very skilled and delicate lover.  Caitlin's head thrashed weakly, tossing her luscious breasts into a frenzy while her captor undressed herself.  Her muscular body lacked the same feminine beauty that Caitlin's toned form possessed, but the erotic sensations flooding Caitlin's mind filled her head with the image of a ravishing vixen hovering over her.  The redhead found herself unable to focus on escape, and could only lie still with anticipation.

Caitlin's captor spread Caitlin's legs and pulled down the redhead's shorts, exposing her red furred pussy mound.  "Oooh...you are a true woman...." the captor moaned as she slowly rubbed Caitlin's snatch.  Caitlin purred with hesitant, but intense pleasure, her body gyrating slowly as the woman spread about her labia to probe deeper into her womanhood.  The captor slipped one of ther thick fingers into Caitlin's vagina, causing Caitlin to whine even louder in both bliss and resistance.  "You are so loose," said the Amazon woman with a hint of amusement in her voice, "clearly you have had many many men excrete within you."  Caitlin could only moan in reply, the levels of lust building in her body so high it prompted her to manhandle her own sore tits.  Pain flared through the her chest as she kneaded her flesh roughly, while her hips bucked unconsciously to carnivorously beg for more of her captor's attentions.  Caitlin's slender body tensed and loud lustful screams echoed through the room as she climaxed, her pussy exploding with a ferocious orgasm, her sensual body igniting with sexual energy.  Caitlin's muscles tensed and relaxed over and over with violent spasms, her fist clenched tightly in response to her body.

"Fuck you." whispered Caitlin solemnly as she swung her fist during her orgasmic thrashes, knocking the woman across the cheek.  Caitlin didn't even wait for the woman to completely finish recoiling from the punch when she forced her aching body up and did a roundhouse kick across her jaw, dislocating it.  The large woman fell to the ground in a bundle, her face covered in shock and pain as her open mouth twitched slightly.  Caitlin glared down at the woman at her feet and scowled as she thought about how much suffering the woman had given her.  Caitlin crunched her foot down on the captor's forehead, leaving a deep bootmark.  As Caitlin continued leering angrily at the woman, trying to comfort herself in the fact that she had won, the angry expression on her face slowly became harder to keep.  Soon, her muscles began twitching and her eyes watered slightly, until the redhead lost it and collapsed to her knees.  Caitlin clutched her tender bosom and cried, ashamed of herself for being depraved yet again after so much effort to escape such a life as the pain in her bruised and violated pussy flared.

Zealot kissed Lara passionately, their tongues writhing against each other's for many blissful moments before Zealot orgasmed, her cunt spilling hot juices into the eagerly sucking mouth of one of the other Amazons.  Zealot broke off the kiss and stroked Lara on the cheek, the British woman panting heavily beneath the powerful warrior.  All the women in the orgy dripped with love sweat, while Lara was the only one panting heavily with an overload of bliss.  "You are not fully prepared to withstand the love of a Coda.  You have been broken have you not?"

"Hmmm...?" moaned Lara in a child-like voice, her brain still in a sexual high, unable to comprehend Zealot's questions.

Zealot smiled at Lara's lack of response, asking her, "Who needs this Caitlin?  She's dead now."

Lara's eyes snapped to alertness and she rolled out from beneath Zealot.  "C--Caitlin?  D--Dead?!" she exclaimed, her ability to talk slowly returning.  "You bitch!" she screamed, rushing towards Zealot to strangle her.  Zealot proved too fast however, easily able to dodge Lara, who was already slowed by her sexual exhaustion.  The three other Amazons pinned Lara down to the cold stone floor, their strength too great for Lara to even budge beneath their hold.  "It is unfortunate." said Zealot, staring down at Lara.  "We could have been true lovers.  You would have been my queen.  Instead, you have proven unworthy to live."

One of the Amazons suddenly gasped and the women turned to their comrade, to see blood rushing from her forehead before she slumped to the ground.  Zealot stood in disbelief for a second before gritting her teeth in anger, turning to the doorway to face who she knew would be the killer.  Caitlin Fairchild stood with a smoking Beretta in her hand and a stern expression on her face.  "Let her go." she demanded in an icy voice as she aimed her gun at Lara's other captors.  Zealot's rage exploded when she noticed Caitlin was wearing her torturer's leather top.  "You would commit rape!  Lecherous whore!!  DIE!!!"

Zealot dashed towards Caitlin screaming loudly with the heat of battle.  Caitlin aimed her gun and pulled out her second pistol, aiming it directly at Lara's captors.  Caitlin pulled both triggers and twin bullets sliced through the air, one hitting it's intended target as it ran through the throat of one Amazon and into the head of the one in front of her, drenching Lara with their blood as she laid pinned to the ground between them.

The other bullet however, missed it's intended target who rushed at Caitlin in all her nude fury.  Caitlin tried to ignore the alluring undulations of Zealot's fine body as she fought her, but it was still a challenge.  "You see how even my body's appearance is used as a weapon." gloated Zealot as she laid volley after volley of punches and kicks against Caitlin, who dodged them with an equally fast series of ducks and jumps.  Zealot put both her hands into a hammer punch onto Caitlin's left shoulder, bringing the redhead down to her knees screaming in pain as the bone nearly separated from the strain.  In that brief millisecond of confusion, Zealot kicked Caitlin in the stomach and in the same move kneed her in the chin.  Caitlin was on the ground in an instant.

Zealot stood proudly above Caitlin, putting her hands on her round hips and smiling over the victory.  "Slut." she spat at Caitlin, who laid silently on the ground, her eyes rolled to the back of their sockets.

Just as the white haired Amazon turned around, Caitlin awoke from her defeated charade and fired her guns at Zealot, grinning at the ease of killing the mighty Amazon.  The grin was short-lived however as Zealot dodged the bullets with a split second to spare, strands of white hair floating through the air as they were severed by the bullet's path.  Zealot dove toward Caitlin and gripped her wrists, squeezing them to force the Beretta's out of her hands.  "Your weapons make you weak." said Zealot through gritted teeth.  Caitlin growled, fire burning in her eyes as pain flared from her wrists.  She felt like they would snap any minute from Zealot's vice-like grip.  Caitlin finally could not keep her fingers wrapped around the guns and let them go.  As Zealot basked in her victory for just a millisecond, Caitlin struck her with a headbutt, reeling the Amazon backwards and allowing Caitlin to snap up one of her pistols.

Caitlin saw time was not on her side as Zealot dove towards her again after just a second of disorientation.  Caitlin was caught off guard by her opponents incredible recovery and blindly fired her pistol, not bothering to aim.  "Dammit," Caitlin thought as the bullet left her gun, time standing still as the hot lead raced through the air, "she's too good, she's going to dodge this and break my neck."

Caitlin squeezed her eyes shut and prepared herself for death, when she realized she had been able to think about dying when Zealot was so close to killing her.  She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw Zealot lying before her, squirming and twitching in silent pain.  Caitlin saw the bullet had pierced her lower torso, just above her genitals.  A pool of blood formed quickly below Zealot's body as she died slowly, her face locked in a shocked expression of death.  Caitlin saw the look in the warrior's eyes and knew what she was asking for, and let her last bullet into Zealot's brain.

Caitlin cradled Lara's nude body in her arms, looking over the horizon as the sun set upon the island.  She carried Lara back to the boat parked on the shore and laid her lover's body gently on a lounge chair.  Caitlin wrapped Lara's slender form with a blanket and started the boat's engine, and steered the vehicle away.

As the boat whizzed across the ocean, Caitlin guiding it at the helm, the redhead felt a hand on her shoulder.  She turned and saw Lara finally stood up, the clutching the blanket tightly.

"You did good Caitlin.  You did good." said Lara.

Author's Note:
Thanks for reading the story (and I'll assume if you've read this, you've also read Demon Mother too).  Thanks for reading that one too.  I'll probably have a countdown to Demon Mother 2.  If I had a webpage, I'd post it there, but I'm too lazy (and I'm too slow at writing) to bother having one.

You know, if I'm going to build hype, maybe someone out there could make a teaser poster for Demon Mother 2.  If someone does make it, maybe I'll arrange it with Sportsman to put it on one of the erotica forums art archives.  So e-mail me if you're interested.  I'll only use a poster if I find a good one.

Later everyone
Bernie

THE END