By Bernie

Sara Pezzini crossed her arms as she stood impatiently, the red latex of her short, strapless dress squeaking in response.  A dark haired man whose name Sara had forgotten stood in front of her eagerly unzipping his pants, his hard cock springing free.  "C'mon," the man said, "let's see some tits," said the man as he reached for the tight latex embracing Sara's bust.

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

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

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

Walking down the front steps of the dingy apartment building, a grey haired man offered a jacket to Sara.  "Thanks," she said as she took the jacket.  She put it on, covering her bare shoulders from the cold autumn winds.  "Good work Pezinni," the grey haired man said.  "You busted this guy good, now we can put him away."

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

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

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

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

"Thank you," said Sara as the taxi driver let her off in front of Lara Croft's mansion.  Sara grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and rang the doorbell, excited to see her lovers after what seemed like an eternity apart.  After a few moments, the door opened, with Aspen Matthews answering.  "Sara!" Aspen cried.  The tanned woman embraced Sara tightly, with Sara returning the hug with equal emotion.  After the women hugged, they looked into each others eyes and spotted their mutual lust for each other, resulting in a passionate kiss between them.  Aspen opened her mouth wide to allow Sara's tongue to embrace hers, while Sara's hot lips pressed firmly against Aspens.  Sara placed her hands on Aspen's chest, feeling her ample breasts underneath the sweater she wore.  Sara broke off the kiss and stepped inside, allowing Aspen to close the door behind her.  "C'mon," said Sara softly, "let's fuck.  All three of us."

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

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

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

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

"Upstairs, I'll take you to her."
 

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caitlin obediently put her hands at her sides so Sebastien could examine her.  He put his hand on top of her belly, feeling her soft flesh.  Pinching it gently, he realized her normally firm abdominal muslces were beginning to get soft.  Observing her more carefully, he noticed she had gotten slightly fatter.  "What's wrong with me master?" said Caitlin weakly.

"You'll be fine," replied Sebastien as he stood back up.  "No," said Caitlin as she grabbed his leg.  "Please fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fucking me always makes bad things go away."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inside, the temple was pitch black, even the sunlight from the doorway seemed to vanish instantly within it's walls.  Sara ordered the witchblade to ignite, giving her a torch to allow her to navigate in the darkness.  The police woman thought back to her training as she cautiously ventured deeper into the temple, until she could no longer see the doorway leading out.  As she wandered deeper into the twisting tunnels, Sara heard nothing, and she wondered if anything was in the temple with her.  Footsteps echoed through the halls with soft clicks just as she finished wondering.  Sara tensed and stood perfectly still, immediately scanning in front and behind her for any possible source of the steps.  "Who's there?" she said, her inquiry answered only by her own echoes.  "Sorry to scare you ma'am," replied a female voice.  "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave.  It's very dangerous here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can handle myself lady." said Sara.

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

"Same here," replied Sara.

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

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

Jean saw herself lying naked on a bed, her wrists tied to the headboard while her eyes were covered in a black blindfold.  Sara came into the room, also naked, and crawled on the bed on top of Jean.  Jean felt her skin grow hot as she read the thought, her willpower telling her to stop, but her body told her to keep going.  Jean saw Sara kiss Jean passionately on the lips, devouring the red-head's mouth and penetrating it with her tongue.  The blindfolded Jean stuck her tongue out and Sara instantly dove upon it, devouring the slimy muscle and coating it with her own saliva.  Jean began sweating and felt her nipples pushing gently against the material of her lacy bra, while drops of juices stained her panties.  Back in Sara's thoughts, Sara moved her mouth down to Jean's breasts and licked the fleshy mounds until they shined with saliva.  The horny burnette then played with Jean's nipples, gently pushing and licking them with her ravenous tongue, which still tasted of Jean's flesh.  Jean wanted to read more of this thought, she no longer cared about the privacy issue.  Sara continued moving down until her lips were against Jean's red haired pussy.  Jean watched this with lustful excitement as she thought to herself, "Yeah, eat my pussy.  Suck it dry."  Jean almost gasped as she saw Sara do so, her tongue penetrating the bound Jean's vulva and rubbing lustfully against her pussy walls.  Sara ravenously devoured Jean's cunt, her hands grasping Jean's buttocks and pushing them up, allowing more of Jean's vagina to be devoured.  Sara opened her mouth wide and enveloped Jean's bush, clamping her lips down against the lips of Jean's womanhood in a deliciously lewd kiss.  The blindfolded Jean tossed and turned as her hips went into a bucking frenzy, sending her sticky hooters into a bouncing rhythm matching Sara's tongue fucks.  Jean clenched her fists just as her dream counterpart did and gasped at the same time the blindfolded Jean screamed with orgasm, her pussy bursting with honey, while at the same time Sara sucked hard on her vulva to extract as much as she could, adding more fuel to the fires burnin inside Jean's loins.  "Jean..." said Sara through her drinking motions.  "Mmmm...." moaned Jean softly, the blindfold stained with salty tears of bliss, her arms tense in their bonds.  "Fuck me again...." said Jean softly as Sara's tongue drove her wild.  "Jean?" Sara said louder.  Jean closed her eyes as she felt her pussy melt, her vulva lips throbbing with lust.  "Jean?!" said Sara in a loud tone.

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?" said Amon-Tep, his jackal head turning towards Sebastien.  The Egyptian demon's erect cock was inches away from Caitlin's pussy, which awaited it's sweet penetration with undescribable lust.  "Fuck me," said Caitlin as she drooled at the sight of the demon's huge member, her mind anxiously imagining what kind of pleasure awaited her.

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

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

As the two women heard Caitlin's loud screams, they both jumped into action.  "Hold it right there!" yelled Sara as she formed a large fireball with the witchblade.  "Get off the girl you fuck!" yelled Jean as she formed a psychokinetic shield around her body.

Amon-Tep was about to turn around when Sebastien yelled, "Keep going, I'll hold them off!!"  Sebastien, furious at his previous defeat, used his demon powers to gather energy in his hand.  "Take this!" he yelled as the energy escaped his fist and went flying toward the women in a glowing wave.  Sara threw her fireball which canceled out most of the energy, while the rest bounced harmlessly off Jean's shield, which she extended at the last minute to cover Sara.  Sebastien growled like a lion and dove toward the women with panther-like speed and agility, much to their surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll see.  Get in touch with me after her child is born." replied Sebastien as he focused his power on the wall.  A doorway opened and Sebastien ran through it, cradling Caitlin in his arms.  Jean Grey stood up, her head still pounding from Sebastien's attack on her psychic shield.  Seeing the demon man fleeing with his captive, the psychic mutant dashed after them through the newly opened corridor, hoping to stop him.

"NO!!!" cried Sara as she tried to stop Jean from following.  She knew Sebastien was still too strong for Jean to defeat, especially with her own injuries.  Amon-Tep stood before Sara, his massive cock still erect and dripping with sperm.  "You, bitch!" he said in his powerful demon voice, his hand reaching down to Sara's thick hair.  Before the demon touched her, Sara swiped with her witchblade, shredding the demon's balls.  "ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed the demon, his cries thundering through the temple.  Sara slashed at him again, and again, and again, until focused all her strength into a single punch, with her blades extended outward.  She connected in the demon's chest, piercing his center of being, and causing him to dissipate into nothing.  Exhausted, Sara fell over and tried to catch her breath, until she remembered about Jean.

Jean ran through the dark corridor, sensing the demon's dark mind and trying to follow it's trail.  The hallway turned into a sharp right, which Jean followed, only to lose the Sebastien's trail.  Jean scanned outward with her mind, putting her hands to her temples and closing her eyes to aid her concentration, which was why she didn't see Sebastien and Caitlin emerge from the shadows behind her.  Sebastien punched Jean straight in the back, folding her like paper and brought her to the ground.  Caitlin, who regained consciousness, watched silently as Jean hit the ground and Sebastien loomed over her.  Sebastien turned Jean around and grasped her face.  "You're quite beautiful," he said with a sinister grin.  "Almost as beautiful as Caitlin."  Jean froze with terror as she felt something slimy, like a tentacle, feel around the waistband of her shorts.  "Caitlin!  Come here my darling."

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

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

"Yes master!!" said Caitlin obediently.  The mindless slave grabbed Jean's wrists and pinned her to the wall, while Sebastien's tentacle crawled into Jean's panties and penetrated her snatch.  Jean gasped and struggled as she felt the tentacle rape her, while Caitlin watched Jean's lustful contortions and expressions with envy.  Caitlin reached forward and kissed Jean on the mouth, surprising Jean and silencing her for a moment.  Jean attempted to break free of both Caitlin and Sebastien, but failed in both ventures.  Caitlin swirled her tongue around in Jean's mouth, carressing Jean's tongue gently with hers.  Caitlin opened her mouth wide and completely enveloped Jean's lips, washing the red lipstick Jean wore completely off with her saliva.  Sebastien continued working her cunt, driving his demon tentacle up her vagina and slamming her buttocks against the wall with his thrusts.  Jean felt her ass go numb from the repeated beatings against the wall and felt her resistence fading from her exhaustion and from the increasing pleasure Sebastien and Caitlin were providing her.  Before Jean could return Caitlin's kiss, Jean screamed into Caitlin's mouth, causing the mindless redhead to pull out and watch Jean's face with secular pleasure as Jean orgasmed, Sebastien's tentacle gushing purple cum into her womb while Jean's own white juices flowed out, drenching her panties and shorts.  Sebastien completed his load and retracted his tentacle into his body.  "Let's go," he said to Caitlin, who followed him obediently after letting Jean fall to the floor with a thud.

Sara found Jean lying on the ground, the smell of orgasms still present in the air.  "C'mon," she said as she supported Jean by the arm.  "We have to get out of here."  Sara dragged Jean through the corridors until they arrived outside, the hot desert sun set slowly in the distance.  Sara turned around and saw the temple had completely vanished, and she could see the two jeeps where the two women parked them.  Putting Jean's limp body in the passenger seat of one of the behicles, Sara noticed the redhead's shorts were drenched in sticky purple and white fluid, the white fluid Sara recognized as human cum.  "Oh Jean," she thought to herself as she realized what happened.  Sara started the engine and drove back to town, cursing in her mind for failing to rescue the girl, but she burned with newfound determination to suceed the next time.

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

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

"What's happening to my tummy?"

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

THE END