By Bernie

Aspen Matthews leaned her weight on one side of her lithe figure, her round left hip jutting out seductively.  Her slender, tanned body was clad in nothing but a white bikini swimsuit.  The top however, was opened slightly in the front between her large breasts, confined tightly within the material.  Barely preventing her tits from exploding were three beaded straps of material that closed, and opened, the revealing garment.  Her bikini briefs had the same beaded straps on each side, providing no real purpose other than to reveal more of her smooth flesh than a normal bikini bottom.  Currently in front of a full-length mirror, Aspen modeled the swimsuit to herself, inspecting it to see if she would look good in it.  The young woman's beauty however, was enough that no garment could possibly make her undesirable to anyone.  Aspen bought the skimpy attire in preparation for a trip to the Dominican Republic she would be taking with Sara Pezinni, a detective from New York.  Secretly though, they were the fiercest of lovers, their lust for each other primal and insatiable.  With Sara, Aspen found indulgence in her darkest carnal fantasies.  Just thinking about Sara and all the combined hours of blissful sex she had with her made Aspen's snatch wet.  Aspen closed her eyes and cooed, her hands sliding slowly over her sexy body.  She ran her hands over her firm, tight stomach, conditioned nicely from years of swimming.  She imagined how many times Sara had carressed it.  She licked her pouty lips slowly, the memories of countless wet french kisses flooding her mind.  One of her hands moved down to her sex, already wet with arousal.  The small white patch of material on her bikini bottom had a yellow stain of juices that slowly bled outwards.  Aspen slid her fingers underneath the waistline and slowly rubbed her clit, the long pink hole already leaking.  Her sensual body undulated slowly in a rhythm with her head, which rolled around as memory after memory filled her mind, with the lust for Sara Pezinni.

Aspen moaned as she began imagining.

"Isn't this beautiful Sara?" said Aspen, her body twirling in her new bikini.

"It's the most beautiful thing ever created." the brown haired detective replied.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like the swimsuit."

"It's not the swimsuit, it's the woman underneath."

"Ooohh...really?" giggled Aspen, her face blushing.

"Yeah, and quite frankly, I'm tired of looking at the bikini.  I want to see the whole woman."

"Oh Sara," Aspen whispered, her hand at her crotch stroking her clit harder.  Her other hand moved upward to slide underneath her bikini top.  Moaning softly she roughly fondled her breast, pinching her sensitive nipple roughly, making her bite her lip with restraint.  Aspen pulled her hand out of her top and undid the beaded straps at her front, feeling her pliant tits swing freely out of their white restraints to rest freely atop her chest.  Aspen fell to the ground and unleashed her unsatisfied lust on herself, raking her engorged clit with her fingers.  She grunted softly as her fingers plunged into her cunt with a carnal fury, her hips bucking and thrusting farther onto her slender digits.  With her free hand she roved over her tits, making the twin gloves red with nail marks and pinching.  She leaned her head forward and with one hand guided her breast to her mouth, her mind imagining the luscious tit she was feeding on belonged to Sara.  Her clit suddenly burst with hot cream, dribbling out of her sex and coating her fingers with sticky fluids.  She pulled her hand out of her burning snatch and rubbed her tits with her wet fingers befor she sucked it off.  With her mouth tasting of her own tits and cum, she wiped her mouth and took off her bikini, now covered with cum and sweat.  "Who needs it?" she asked herself, knowing fully the best part of showing Sara new lingerie or swimsuits was when they were desperately stripped off.

Aspen laid down on her bed, the soft thick covers feeling wonderful against her naked figure.  The anticipation of seeing Sara continued to burn in her head, and the mere thoughts of the carnal ecstacies the two women would indulge with each other drove her mad.  "If the Dominican Republic had no people on it, it would be just like the first day we met." she thought, a smile forming across her beautiful face.  Aspen's hand wandered back to her throbbing cunt, and remained lodged inside until she awakened, the dreams of her and Sara making love never ceasing.

"Thank you." said Aspen, thanking the flight attendent at the desk.  Sara was due any minute from New York, and then the two would fly to the Dominican.  She sat down on one of the many chairs lined against the wall, and leaned back, her foot constantly tapping with anxiety and impatience.  She closed her eyes and her head fell back, sighing, hoping she would not have to wait much longer.

The minutes she waited turned to hours, and soon Aspen saw the formerly bright blue sky had turned into the dark black of the night.  She checked her watch, and she knew that Sara was definetely not coming.  She knew the flight from New York had arrived long ago.  She knew, she had waited for Sara in vain.

"Now Caitlin," said Lara Croft, her garb consisting of sweat pants and a sports bra, "you know that's not the correct stance."

"It isn't?" asked Caitlin, her much taller figure clad in a very similar outfit.  "I thought..."

"You thought wrong." interrupted Lara, her voice stern.  "You are supposed to stand like this."  said the beautiful archaeologist, her body suddenly tensed into a martial arts pose.  "Sorry to be hard on you love, but it's the only way you'll learn."

"It's okay Lara," said Caitlin, observing her mentor's stance, "believe me, after all you've done for me, I don't mind if you're a stern martial arts teacher."  Caitlin tilted her head as she watched Lara, observing her stance and her teacher's exquisite figure each with equal interest.  Before Caitlin began life under Lara's wing, she was depressed and suicidal after being freed from months of sexual slavery.  Since Lara however, Caitlin had a new purpose, to be Lara Croft's assistant and lover, both by her own free will.  Caitlin still thought about her months as a slave, being constantly raped and abused by the demonic Sebastien.  She shuddered at the very thought of his name.

"Did you just quiver?" inquired Lara, looking up from her stance.  Caitlin snapped back to reality and answered, "No." in a curt voice.  Lara stopped doing her stance and walked up to Caitlin, cradling her lover's cheek.  "Please Caitlin, if you were thinking about Sebastien again, please let me know."

"I'm sorry, I can't figure it out.  Why does it keep haunting me?"

"I'm no psychologist, but probably because you were there for so long and it robbed you of your identity, and your memories."

"Yeah," said Caitlin weakly, Lara's answer was not at all comforting, "but..."

"That bastard did such horrible things.  You told us all about it remember.  Me, Sara, Aspen, we're here for you."

"Thanks Lara." whispered Caitlin, tears beginning to leak out of her eyes.  Through quivering lips, Caitlin said, "I want to go upstairs."

Lara Croft grunted, her voice coarse with ferocious sexual ecstacy.  The lithe British woman thrust her naked self repeatedly against Caitlin, her beautiful face smothered with Lara's pussy.  Lara's pale skin dripped with sweat and radiated her sexual heat, her tits bouncing wildly with her movements.  Caitlin slid her tongue between Lara's moist labia, her wet muscle feeling the ravenous heat within her lover's loins.  Caitlin moaned as she tasted her lover's clit, her lips gently nibbling and slurping on Lara's genitals.  "Hhh...hh...harder!" screamed Lara, her voice desperate but broken.  Lara thrashed her head wildly as it was bombarded with rapture, the sweaty braid on her head lashing like a whip.

Lara gripped Caitlin's head and pulled it against her crotch, slamming her lover's head against her crotch in tune with her own humping motions as she fucked Caitlin's mouth, her horny clit starving for bliss.  Lara's torso wobbled back and forth as she rode Caitlin, her sweaty body numb with pleasure except for the ferocious heat erupting from her vagina.  Lara's mind felt heavy and clouded with bliss, the ecstacy overwhelming as her lips trembled for breath.  Her luscious tits bounced wildly with wanton excitement as she neared climax.  Caitlin groaned, returning Lara's passionate embrace by cupping her lover's buttocks and slamming them against her mouth, feasting wildly on her clit.  Lara's body tensed and trembled as she orgasmed, spurting cum into Caitlin's sucking mouth.  Caitlin licked her lips clean and swallowed the hot liquid, shuddering as it flowed down her throat with it's lewd heat.  Caitlin felt drunk from the taste of Lara's nectar, feeling high and an insatiable craving for more.  Gasping with need she resumed tongue-fucking her naked lover, prying her legs open with her hands.  Lara gasped heavily for breath as she felt her love hole become filled again so soon, her round breasts heaving licentiously and dripping with sweat.

"Sara has disappeared?" said Lara in shock, her grip on the cordless telephone slipping.

"Yes," weeped Aspen from New York, her cries filtering into the phone, "the police force hasn't seen her in days, and she hasn't been in her apartment at all.  All her mail and newspapers were just piled up, like she wasn't there."

"Take it easy Aspen," said Lara, her voice calm, "I'm sure the police..."

"Fuck the police!" she screamed before breaking into sobs.  Lara merely stood silently while Aspen cried, the marine biologist letting out a few good weeps before regaining her composure.  "I'm sorry Lara," she said, "but I don't know if and when the police will find her."

"Well, maybe I can do some investigating of my own." said Lara, her mouth forming a smile.

Lara and Caitlin both flew out to New York, meeting Aspen at the airport.  The three beautiful women greeted each other warmly, kissing each other on the lips with enough restraint as to avoid them public attention.  Aspen drove her newly arrived lovers to Sara's apartment, ignoring the warnings written on the police barricade to stay out.  Aspen and Caitlin looked around while Lara stood in the foyer to search for clues.  Aspen went to the bedroom, where Caitlin followed.  "Why'd you come here?" asked Caitlin, noticing that Aspen simply stood still, looking at the bed.

"Hmm?  Sorry," she said awkwardly, "I guess it's just a habit."

"A habit?  What do you mean...oh I get it."

"Me and Sara," Aspen began rambling, "we were going to go to the Dominican Republic.  I bought a new bathing suit and everything."  Aspen looked at the bed, currently covered with disshelved blankets.  Aspen stepped up to look at the headboard, and saw scratches on the metal bars.  She knew instantly what they were from.  Jingling noises began ringing through her head as she brought up the memories she had of the bedroom, of the handcuffs Sara had used on her to bound her body while she ravaged it.  Aspen breathed deeply, almost ready to collapse on the bed, expecting Sara to come any minute to rape her.  But she knew that would be impossible.  The truth settled in quickly after and the jingling sounds slowly quieted to nothing.

Caitlin saw Aspen's sadness, and walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.  "I'm sorry," she said, "I...I know what it's like to lose something."

"Thanks." answered Aspen, pretending Caitlin's sympathy did something to ease her pain.

"You know Aspen," said Caitlin, "you and I don't know each other too well.  It's mostly been Lara and me, and you and Sara.  I mean, even you had sex with Lara a few times."

"Yeah, that's right." replied Aspen, smirking a bit at the observation.  "Lara's good.  She likes it when..."

"You slip her the tongue." interrupted Caitlin, knowing from experience what Lara's sexual turn-ons were.

"Yeah," admitted Aspen, her mouth now in a full smile, "you know, I don't know you too well Caitlin.  We've had sex before as a group..."

"I sucked your pussy remember?" interrupted Caitlin.

"True.  But...I guess I don't have any emotional attachment to you.  Sorry.  I'm sure that could change though."

"I have no doubt of that." replied Caitlin, not at all hurt by Aspen's comment.  "I was thinking about that kind of thing lately, about emotions and stuff.  I mean, I love Lara, and it's more than the sex.  I'm sure it's the same with you and Sara."

"Absolutely." said Aspen.

"Excuse me?" said Lara Croft from the doorway.  "Sorry to interrupt, but I think I've found something."

"What am I looking at?" asked Aspen, staring at the small plastic bag Lara handed to her.

"It's dirt I found on Sara's welcome mat.  It's an unusual color." answered Lara.

"It's grey." said Aspen, squinting her eyes at the few particles sitting in the bag.

"Correct.  Now, the soils here in New York typically aren't like that.  Now, my guess is that soil is from Nevada.  I know Nevada is mostly grey desert soil.  But, I'm not a true expert on American soil.  Still, it's worth a shot to look into any strange goings on in Nevada."

"I think it would also be best to check out the police department to see if Sara was working on any cases before she disappeared." said Caitlin.

"You think she got too close to something that someone didn't want found?" asked Aspen, her voice worried.

"Maybe." answered Lara.  The British woman noticed her answer made Aspen's face suddenly turn solemn.  Lara bit her lip in embarrassment for unintentionally making things look bleak.  "But, I'm sure she's okay.  I mean, she's got that witchblade.  If anyone tries to kill her, she can take care of herself."

Aspen typed into the computer, looking up newspapers from Nevada for any suspicious signs.  The tanned beauty knew however it was a futile search.  Sara had never been to Nevada as far as Aspen knew, and she had absolutely no clue as to what to look for.  She looked at page after page of newspaper until she sighed and shoved the keyboard aside in frustration, hanging her head low in defeat.

"Any luck?" asked Lara, who just returned with Caitlin.

"No." answered Aspen, who was completely oblivious to their return.  "I have absolutely no idea what to look for.  For all I know Sara's dead and her body is in some dumpster." she said, her eyes beginning to betray tears.

"Aww...don't cry love." said Lara, who ran up to hug Aspen gently.  "We don't know that.  I mean, we found the soil, I think the answer has to be in Nevada." said Lara, if only to comfort Aspen.

"What did the police say?" asked Aspen after drying her eyes.

"They can't give us that information." replied Lara solemnly, knowing that would not improve Aspen's mood.  The marine biologist surprised the burnette by staying silent for a moment.  Lara knew she was simply fighting her tears.  "Shh..." she said, "it's okay baby."

Caitlin looked over Aspen and Lara's shoulder to the computer screen, where a picture of Nevada's landscape was in view.  She squinted at the picture as it seemed so familiar to the tall redhead.

"Oh my god." she whispered as she remembered it's significance to her.

"What?" asked Lara, overhearing Caitlin's shocked remark.

"I...I...I think I know where Sara is."

Nevada desert

The sun blazed it's heat across the landscape, flooding the landscape with the ripples of a heat-induced mirage.  Aspen Matthews sat impatiently in the back of the jeep, fanning herself with her hand in a futile gesture to fight the sweat that broke over her body.  She took another swig from her canteen, the water now warm and not at all thirst-quenching.  Aspen sighed, impatient and clueless as to what they were doing there.  "Excuse me guys?" she finally spoke out, breaking hours of silence.  "But can you please explain what we're doing here now?"

"Sorry," answered Caitlin, who kept her focus on the horizon, "but...I just felt I knew where Sara was."

"Felt?  Felt?!" snapped Aspen, outraged at the feeble excuse.  "We drove all these hours because you felt something?!"

"Shut up Aspen." demanded Lara, turning towards her from the driver's seat.  "What is your problem?"

Aspen sighed, embarrassed at her lack of control.  "Sorry, but...I...want Sara back."

"We all do, believe me." said Lara, turning her attention back to the road.  "Which is why I'm kind of wondering why we're driving mindlessly here.  Caitlin?"

"Hmm!  Oh!  Umm...I...just felt..." stuttered Caitlin, her jitters revealing her true lack of knowledge towards the situation.  "I just felt something when I saw that picture.  Like, I was here before."

"Well, here we are, leaving Nevada." said Lara as the state border sign came up.

Caitlin noticed the sign and her eyes widened with shock as an image flashed in her mind.  "Stop the car!" she yelled.

Lara slammed quickly on the brakes, sending the car spinning and screeching.  "What?  What is it Caitlin?" the British woman asked.

Caitlin simply stood still for a few seconds, her mouth and eyes wide open in shock.  "Back up now." she whispered.

Lara turned the car around and drove for a while, continually bombarding Caitlin with questions, but getting no response for any of them.  Caitlin simply stood silently observing the landscape, and abruptly told Lara to stop suddenly.  The tall redhead got out of the car without saying a word and walked to the desert.  Aspen and Lara quickly pursued her, yelling after her to explain her actions.  Caitlin simply continued marching along, ignoring them.  Caitlin walked briskly for a few moments and suddenly stopped, her focus locked on the dry dirt of the desert.  Lara caught up with Caitlin, flanking her and gazing down at the same patch of dirt.  "What's this?" the brown-haired woman asked, her breath panting somewhat from the desert heat.  Aspen, her tanned body sweating considerably from both the heat and her constant fear for Sara's fate, eventually joined the other two to observe the patch of dirt, which stood out in no visual way.

"What's so special about this dirt?" asked Lara.

Caitlin didn't reply, and simply knelt down.  She placed her hand on the dirt and pressed down hard.  The dirt shifted downward suddenly, as if a perfect circle of the ground had sank an inch.  A loud rumbling noise following confirmed Lara's suspicions, it was a trigger.

The three women cautiously stepped back from the depressed panel as the rumbling noise grew in volume.  Lara and Aspen frantically looked around for a source, but Caitlin calmly looked ahead, as if already aware what was happening.  Before them the ground split and a large, black pyramid-like structure emerged.  Lara and Aspen gawked at it's sudden appearance, and it's immense size.  The two women knew it looked exactly like the temples Caitlin was taken to during her tenure as the Demon Mother vessel, where she would get raped by a different demon at every single one.  "Caitlin...how did you know?" asked Aspen, her body shivering with a weak fear.

"I've been here before." replied Caitlin dryly.

Aspen and Lara stood silently, knowing exactly why she would be familiar with these temples, and what transpired within them.  The three women simply stood for a few moments, the ominous black structure having absolutely no sheen, as if it absorbed all the sunlight in it's black hue.  "Well?" asked Caitlin, "What are we waiting for?  Let's go get Sara."

Caitlin bravely strided forward, flashlight in hand, although deep down there dwelled a fear in the pit of her stomach.  She remembered vividly how sick and pregnant she felt by the time she arrived at this altar.  She remembered how she intially resisted the advances of the demon here, named Reaver.  Reaver had this amazing touch and power of persuasion that changed her mind quickly however, and she remembered how she willingly submitted to his ravages.  "Caitlin?" said Lara, noticing the faint signs of distress on Caitlin's face.  "You don't have to be here you know, you..."

"Will you stop it!" snapped Caitlin.  "You always treat me like I'm a baby!  I'm over all that depressed crap!  I'll be fine!!"

Caitlin's remarks echoed loudly through the dark halls as her temper flared at her lover.  Lara simply stepped back, walking behind Caitlin silently.  The twisting corridors of the black structure, like all the temples Caitlin was taken to, were designed to trap intruders in a never-ending maze that would eventually drive them to madness.  Caitlin knew the way however, having being led by the hand once by Sebastien, her one time demonic master.  Caitlin suddenly stopped, causing her partners to cease their movements as well.

"What?  What's wrong?" asked Lara, the British woman's concern stinging Caitlin's ears.

"Nothing." answered Caitlin contemptuously.  "It's just that...I forget which way to go here."

Aspen and Lara looked ahead and saw there were three passageways, each shooting off in different directions.  "I know we're close, but I don't know which one leads to the main chamber."

"How do you know she would be there?" asked Aspen.

"These temples, as far as I know, are ninety percent mazes and ten percent ritual altar.  There's nowhere else to keep her, if she is here."

"You know, I'm not too sure I want her to be." said Aspen ominously.

Caitlin didn't respond to Aspen's concern and said, "Aspen, you take the one on the left, Lara, on the right, I'll go center.  Come back here if you don't find anything.  Don't be longer than fifteen minutes."

Aspen readily nodded and disappeared down the left corridor.  Lara, at first hesitant to leave Caitlin, decided it would be best not to express her concern and ran down the right corridor.  Caitlin, taking a deep breath to extinguish her fear, ran down the center.

The dark tunnel ahead betrayed nothing of it's length, or of it's contents to Lara as she walked cautiously down the corridor.  Her flashlight, despite the strength of it's beam, seemed to offer no assistance to her vision.  The British woman sighed, until she heard footsteps from around a corner.  She paused, and instantly the other set of steps paused as well.  A light peeked from beyond the wall, confirming Lara's suspicions.  Someone was around the corner, and it knew Lara was there.  Lara pulled out one of her pistols and leaned against the wall, inching slowly towards the edge.  On the count of three, Lara whipped quickly around the corner to aim her flashlight and gun at the stranger in the dark, only to be greeted by a pistol barrel in her own face.  Lara instinctively jumped back, but her rationality kicked in before she pulled the trigger.  "Sorry Lara," apologized Caitlin Fairchild, who stood before her with her gun drawn, "you scared the crap out of me too."

"Looks like our tunnels just connected with each other." observed Lara.  "So, that must mean..."

Aspen Matthews jogged down the passage, her caution burned out minutes ago by the non-stop silence that she faced ever since she entered the temple.  The small flashlight she carried did nothing to aid her vision, as she collided with the walls at almost every corner.  Her impatience and concern for Sara seemed to blind her judgement, allowing her to phase out the pain that flared from her bruised knees and arms.  She began shivering and clutching her torso as she ventured deeper into the labrynth.  Her shorts and bikini top, although adequate for the desert, provided little protection from the bitter cold that radiated from the stone walls.  Aspen banged against one more wall, cursing and pointing her flashlight side to side to look for the way to turn as she had done many times before.  This time however, her search revealed she was at a dead end, and the wall she had bumped into was actually a heavy stone door.

Aspen stepped back, examining the newly discovered portal with her light.  It was covered with intricate carvings, their detail and pattern astounding even in the near-pitch darkness they inhabited.  Aspen looked around the door's perimeter to find anything that would open it, but to her dismay, found nothing.  The dark haired woman looked along the bottom and saw the door was open just a crack.  "Perhaps, if Lara, me and Caitlin worked together, we could open the door." she thought to herself.  Just as she turned around to meet up with them, she heard something come from beyond the door.  She paused in mid-step, turning her body slowly back around.  She stood perfectly still, listening intently for any other noises, wondering if what she heard was real.  Another noise echoed softly through the hall, it's source once again was beyond the door.  Aspen laid down on the floor and shined her flashlight into the crack, she saw light coming from beyond.  A third time Aspen heard that noise, which was when she recognized it as a woman's voice.  "Sara?" she thought to herself hopefully.

Aspen tried lifting the heavy door herself, but she could barely squeeze her fingers into the crack, let alone open the door.  Putting down the flashlight, she concentrated, and using her natural power, began turning into water.  Her tanned flesh slowly melted into clear liquid, leaving her clothes in a wet heap as the water blob shaped vaguely like a woman slinked underneath the thin crack beneath the door.

Aspen emerged on the other side, her naked body still in a shimmering water form.  She stood in a large, round chamber that was completely bare except for a raised circular altar in the center.  She saw the legs of a naked man dangling over the side facing her while a naked woman humped him.  Aspen's eyes widened in shock as she heard the woman moan and she recognized the long, brown locks that were plastered with sweat to the woman's back.  "SARA!!!!!!!!" she screamed, running towards the altar.

Sara Pezinni orgasmed at the call of her name, her body stiffening and shuddering as her belly was flooded with the sperm of the man beneath her.  Aspen ran up to the altar, preparing to pull Sara off of the man and use her powers on him to allow her and Sara to escape.  She was within a foot of the altar when the man raised his hand, mysteriously stopping Aspen dead in her tracks and reverting her back to a fleshy form.  "My my my," the man said, his smile evident behind the shoulder length black hair in his face, "what have we here?"

Sara recovered from her orgasm, her breasts still heaving with severe panting as she turned slowly around.  "Oh, hello Aspen." she gasped.  "What are you doing here?"

Aspen, still unable to move, yelled out, "Sara!  I'm here to rescue you!  What the hell is going on?!"

Sara smiled and dismounted the man, his erect cock pulling out of her tight pussy with a loud slurping sound.  A trail of sticky jism connected them for a few moments until it snapped, which indicated to Aspen how long they had been coupling.  "S..S...ara?" she whimpered.

"Yes Aspen, I'm here." answered Sara calmly, walking casually towards Aspen.  Aspen's lover looked ravishing as always, her lithe, curvacious body was soaked with sweat, giving her entire naked body a luscious sheen.  Around her hand was the Witchblade, the magic armor Sara was the bearer of.  However, instead of covering her breasts and crotch, the armor only covered Sara's hand and arm, and spread wisps of itself around Sara's body.  The thin threads sparsely wrapped around Sara's belly while a few draped over Sara's large tits, although leaving her erect nipples bare.  Aspen could see the Witchblade looked different, it no longer resembled metallic mesh, but it looked like a very viscous black oil.  It seemed to pulse with life, the strands around Sara's tits seemed to be fondling it's wearer.  "What....what happened?" asked Aspen.

"Well Aspen," replied Sara, "Reaver here has done something..." the brown haired detective shuddered as the Witchblade tendrils pleasured her tits.  "He made it so the Witchblade isn't a bunch of metal barbs.  Made it's personality different too."

"He's corrupted it!  And you!" screamed Aspen, the smile on Reaver's face driving her mad as she stood unable to move.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." said Sara, cupping Aspen's chin.  "You wouldn't believe what it was like, the Witchblade was often times resistant to me, uncooperative, and it was extremely uncomfortable.  Imagine, having razor wire around your arms and body.  God, how many times I wanted to jack off but to find the Witchblade unwilling to come off my fingers.  Then, Reaver came and made it like this." Sara lifted her hand.  "Now, it...hhh....wants me.  The Witchblade feels so wonderful against my skin now."

"But Sara..." whispered Aspen.

"Shhh..." said Sara, putting a finger to Aspen's lips.  "I'm not done.  I owe it to Reaver, I love him.  And, when I fuck him, it's...hhhhh...uhhh...unbelievable."  Sara moaned for a moment, the Witchblade tendrils on her body beginning to slither and pulse with lewd excitement.  "Re..eaver..." she moaned from beneath her gauntlet's molestations, "let Aspen go."

Reaver undid his closed fist and Aspen was able to move again.  She bashfully covered her tits and vagina with her hands, noticing Reaver's lewd eyes observing her.  "Sorry Aspen, but I'm staying here." said Sara, gesturing for Aspen to leave.

"But Sara...I love you.  I thought you..."

"You thought wrong." Sara replied sternly, breaking Aspen's heart.  "No offense babe, but you were just T.A.C. to me.  Tits and cunt."  Tears began welling in Aspen's eyes at the sound of Sara's cold voice.  "I mean, whenever we get together, do we actually ever talk?  Did we ever go for a walk?  All we did was fuck, fuck, fuck.  That's not love."

Aspen stood silent, unable to argue with Sara's point.  "But..." said Sara, placing a hand on Aspen's shoulder.  "I'll admit, you were so..hhh..good."  said Sara sensuously, her other hand rubbing Aspen's clit.  Aspen shuddered, the feeling of her lover's fingers filling both an emotional and carnal void in her soul.

Aspen cupped Sara's soft tits, squeezing the pliant flesh as Sara's nipples grew hard against her palms.  The Witchblade armor slithered around Sara's curves, a large portion gathering around Sara's crotch.  The black liquid hardened to form a phallus, complete with two testicles.  Sara poked at Aspen with her newly formed penis, the dark haired woman looking at it with surprise and lust.  "Suck it." Sara demanded in a whisper, the Witchblade beginning to slither into her pussy.

Aspen readily knelt to the ground and enveloped the phallus in her mouth, sucking wantonly on it as it pulsed with the Witchblade's arousal.  Sara shuddered, the Witchblade continuing to shove move of it's soft tendrils through her vulva, while more wrapped around her sensual buttocks to leak into her crack.  Aspen left her hands smothering Sara's tits, her fingers continuing to pinch and arouse the soft sacks.  Sara grasped Aspen's thick black hair and pressed her firmly towards her crotch, shoving more of the faux dick inside Aspen's whoring mouth.  Aspen licked up the entire length of the shaft before taking both of the testicles into her lips, sucking on them with equal passion as she did the black pole.  "Fuck me you hhhhh....whore." whispered Sara, Aspen and the Witchblade arousing her taking a toll on her speech.

Sara laid down on the cold floor, her Witchblade produced cock rising like a spear.  Aspen positioned herself over it while guiding the tip to her open cunt, which dripped with anticipation.  Slamming herself down she drove the black dick up her vagina, filling her fuck tunnel with the pulsing black material that snaked farther up her with it's hedonistic curiosity.  Soft, rapturous moans escaped from Aspen's pouting lips, her body jerking as she felt the tendrils move inside her belly.  She shuddered loudly as they pressed her cervix, the black cock suddenly expanding and contracting within her.  Aspen wobbled back and forth, her body flaming with ecstacy as the Witchblade pleasured her in indescribable ways.  She put her hands to her tits and fondled them roughly, desperate to let out all her excess lust that flooded her body.  Aspen weakly grinded herself down against Sara, their clits merging in a smouldering union of sweat and black oil.  Sara joined Aspen in her shuddering as the Witchblade pressed against her cervix, while more and more tendrils crawled into her ass.  The beautiful women writhed uncontrollably against each other as the Witchblade raped both of them, the lovers oblivious to the fact as Aspen and Sara saw only Aspen and Sara in the coupling.  Screaming out in tandem they orgasmed, the Witchblade tendrils between them becoming coated with their hot cum, both women stiffened and shivered until their climaxes subsided.

"Oh Sara," Aspen whispered, falling against her, "please, let me stay with you."  Aspen looked up at Sara through half closed eyes while her lips panted, desperate for a kiss.

"Well...perhaps I can arrange.."  Sara's words were interrupted with the sound of a gunshot.

"All right!" screamed Caitlin, who stood in front of the newly raised door, her smoking gun pointing skyward.  "Let Sara go you fucker!"

Reaver smiled and cocked an eyebrow smugly as he recognized the redhead.  "Hello Caitlin," he said, "come back for more?"

Caitlin leered at Reaver and impulsively fired a single shot at the demon man.  The hot lead pellet whizzed through the air and pierced Reaver in the throat.  Reaver fell back, black blood gushing from his neck and his mouth gagging, trying desperately to breathe.  "REAVER!" screamed Sara, pushing Aspen aside to run to her captor and lover.  "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she whimpered, the sight of Reaver's suffering too much for her.  "What the fuck did you do that for?!!" she demanded.

Caitlin simply stood silent, oblivious to Sara's demands, and to Lara's, who joined Sara in questioning Caitlin's action.  "Believe me Sara, I was doing you a favor." the redhead replied in a cold voice.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" asked Lara, pulling the gun away from Caitlin.  "Is it just because this guy fucked you?"

"I'm tired of everyone fucking me!" screamed Caitlin.  "I wanted to forget about it!  I wanted to forget I was ever that slutty cunt!  But it's always coming back!  Like I can never get away!" she screamed, her eyes beginning to well with tears and her voice beginning to break.

Reaver coughed and choked repeatedly, the look on his face was reminiscent of a man about to die, a foreign action to a powerful demon.  Sara, with her newly corrupted Witchblade coating her hand, placed it against her lover's wound, and the black liquid oozed into him.  Sara watched as it slurped up his demon blood and stiched his skin back together, leaving him without a trace of his injury.  "Oh Reaver!" she cried, hugging him tightly.  Reaver caught his breath and returned Sara's embrace.  "I had a feeling this would happen." he said, his hands roving over Sara's curvacious body.  Sara moaned softly, her lover's touch accompanied by the Witchblade's attentions driving her crazy.  "But don't worry my love, I've prepared for this."

Reaver's eyes flashed red, blinding Aspen, Lara and Caitlin for just a second.  When their vision returned, Aspen found her eyes being bombarded with sand.  She raised her arm to shield herself and turned around, realizing then as the sand whipped across her naked body that she, Lara and Caitlin were outside.  "SARA!!!" she screamed, whipping her head around in a frantic scan for the temple, but with no results.

"Oh shit." said Caitlin.  Aspen turned to the redhead, who stood behind her with one foot pressed hard on the ground.  "The panel is gone."

Aspen shook her head in defiance.  "No, it's got to be here somewhere." she said, her tone becoming desperate.  She looked for the panel hidden under the sand, her hands patting the ground everywhere as she crawled.

"Aspen, I'm sorry..." said Caitlin, stepping towards the tanned woman.

"SORRY?!!  SORRY?!!!" Aspen screamed.  "WHY THE HELL DID YOU SHOOT HIM FIRST?!!!!"

"Believe me," Caitlin answered sheepishly, "I know him.  He's evil.  He's just as bad as Sebastien."

"OH YEAH?  HOW DID YOU COME TO THAT CONCLUSION GENIUS?!  HE FUCKED YOU ONCE!!  ONCE!!  THAT IS SUPPOSED TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA WHAT HE'S LIKE?!!!"

"YES!!" yelled Caitlin, having heard enough screaming from Aspen.  "YOU LEARN A LOT FROM ONE FUCK!!"

"THEN I GUESS YOU'RE A GENIUS!!"

"Hey!" said Lara, jumping into the conversation.  "That's enough Aspen!!  That was uncalled for!"

"What?  She's fucked a lot of people, hell, she must know everything about you Lara!!"

Lara slapped Aspen across the face, sending the naked woman to the ground.  Lara sneered at Aspen, her fists clenching and her breath heavy.  "You bitch." she snarled.  "I think I see what's going on.  You're just too obsessed with Sara."

"I love her." snapped Aspen, her temper beginning to calm as she resumed searching for the switch.

"Face it, you're obsessed." said Lara.

Aspen closed her eyes and hung her head low, pressing a patch in the ground one more time in the hope it would depress, but to no avail.  Tears squeezed out from her eyelids and she bit her lip to repress her cries.  She covered her tits with her arms, her nudity far from the only shame she felt at the moment.  "Take me home." she said, a single weep escaping her mouth at the end of her sentence.

"Where are we?" said Sara, noticing the change in her surroundings.  They were now in a large circular room with an enormous dome skylight above them, revealing the night sky in all it's glory.  The stars shimmered like diamonds against the black velvet of the sky, the full moon casting a pale light against Sara's smooth skin.

"What does it matter?" replied Reaver, rubbing his neck where the wound used to be.  "As long as you and I are together.  After all," the demon man said, stepping in front of Sara, "soon, we'll have the next generation to worry about."  The dark man placed his hand against Sara's stomach, which was still flat at the moment.

"Oh yes..." shuddered Sara, her body bucking beneath Reaver's glorious touch.  "Fuck me again." she begged desperately, falling against Reaver's form.

Sara knelt down before Reaver and grasped his cock, taking it into her hungry mouth.  Reaver placed his hands on top of Sara's bobbing head as she sucked desperately on his member.  Her tongue wrapped around the hot, stiff pole repeatedly as she slid her lips down it's length.  Sara's Witchblade fed off her excess lust and crawled up to her immense tits, tweaking and pinching her large nipples.  Sara moaned in response to her armor's touch and to the taste of Reaver's meat in her mouth.  Grunting loudly, Reaver climaxed inside Sara's mouth, the brown haired detective gasping needfully as she swallowed his cream.

Reaver pulled Sara to her feet, Sara still licking cum off her lips.  The horny detective jabbed her hips at Reaver's, trying to impale herself on Reaver's erect dick.  "Fuck my slutty cunt." she begged with shuddering lips, tears almost welling from her eyes.

"Shh...don't cry.  I'm going to fuck your cunt over and over and over." Reaver replied, his voice calm.  He walked Sara back to the altar where she was straddling his crotch before.

"Oh thank you." sighed Sara as she leaned back submissively.  Reaver hovered above Sara for a moment, gazing at her beautiful face begging for his love, revelling for a moment in the power he possessed over her.  He thrust himself into wet cunt, rocking her body immediately with his intense humping motions, Sara gasping and panting desperately with shock and indescribable pleasure.  Sara's arms flailed uncontrollably as they searched desperately for support, but found only the smooth surface of the altar.  "HARDER!  OH PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!!!" she screamed, tears of ecstacy staining her cheeks.  Reaver replied with a loud grunt as he increased his tempo and strength, becoming more beast-like as his grunts more resembled growls and the sheer ferocity of his thrusts was mind-shattering to Sara, who reveled in every sweet push.  Reaver, his eyes beginning to glow with demonic power, howled like a beast as he climaxed, his cock exploding with hot sperm.  With her facial expression locked in a moment of erotic bliss, an immense orgasm slammed into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.  Sara clasped her legs around Reaver's, her cunt throbbing blissfully as it milked his penis of sperm.

"Do you want more?" asked Reaver after catching his breath.

Sara, her throbbing tits heaving uncontrollably as her lungs still desperately tried to gather air, responded to the secular urges still rampant in her body, and said, "Yes...please more!!" in the loudest moan her sexually exhausted body could produce.

Aspen crossed her legs nervously, the short skirt wrapped around her hips gave plenty of room for her lengthly limbs to move.  She straightened the collars of the business jacket she wore, it's dark blue hue matching the skirt and mixing nicely with the black pumps adorning her feet.  Her toe tapped constantly against the carpeted floor, and despite the comfort of the leather chair she sat in, she constantly shifted in her seat.  "Ms. Matthews?" a voice said from behind.  Aspen turned and saw a man dressed in a black butler suit standing in the doorway.  "The master will see you now." he said as he stepped aside, allowing the man behind him to step forward.

The tall man, the color of his black, slick hair matching his suit, radiated a presence that made Aspen shudder.  Everything about him from his stride to his devilishly handsome looks made him look almost unreal.

"Hello, Mr. Sebastien." said Aspen, extending her hand to the demon man.

THE END