By Bernie

Caitlin Fairchild shivered as she knelt by Lara Croft's bedside, still visibly shaken by the dream she just had.  "Caitlin, how do you know Aspen is in trouble?" asked Lara, skeptical but still concerned about her lover and ward.

"I saw it in a dream." explained Caitlin.  Lara only stood puzzled at the explanation.  "Please Lara," said Caitlin, holding Lara's arms, "I know it sounds crazy but I know it wasn't just a dream.  I know what I saw did happen."

"What did you see?" asked Lara, her faith in Caitlin high enough she was willing to hear her out.

"I saw Aspen, she's gone to Sebastien to get Sara back!"

"What?!"

"And it gets worse!  Sebastien tricked her and now she's powerless and trapped!  Oh god, she's been sent to the whorehell!"

"The whorehell?"

"It's Sebastien's pet name for it, that sick bastard." snarled Caitlin.  "I never went there, but I saw a lot of girls sent down there and never came back.  He sends girls he doesn't like to some horrible place under the mansion.  I don't know what they do there but I know it isn't good.  If we don't do something, Aspen will be trapped there forever."

"How can we get to this place?" asked Lara.

"There are two ways, one is to be sent there by Sebastien with his magic, which is the way he usually does it.  But, I know there's another way.  There's a heavy door in the floor of the basement.  Underneath there's a huge cave where he sends the girls."

"Fine." said Lara sternly, shaking off Caitlin's grip on her arms.  Lara jumped out of bed and began putting on her clothes.  "I'll go rescue her."

"Let me come with you." said Caitlin.

"No Caitlin.  It's too dangerous."

"What the fuck Lara?!  You don't know anything about that place!  I do!" admitted Caitlin, ashamed at the fact.  "I can guide you, we can be in and out with Aspen...."

"I'll be fine." interrupted Lara.  "Believe me, it's for your own good."

"Will you stop treating me like a baby?!!" screamed Caitlin, creating an awkward silence between the two women.  Lara finally sighed and replied, "Caitlin, you're not a baby.  But, I love you, and I don't want to lose you.  If you go back, and you see Sebastien, I...I'm afraid of what he'll do to you.  I know he'll try to get you back.  I don't want to even give him the chance."

Caitlin stood silent at Lara's response, unable to argue with her point.  "I understand." said Caitlin solemnly.

Lara reached over and kissed Caitlin on the lips, the redhead kissing back softly.  "You're the best." said Lara.  "Believe me, I'll be fine." the British woman said as she loaded a clip into her Uzi.

Aspen Matthews fluttered her beautiful eyes open, her body ached and felt sticky all over.  She tried opening her mouth, but found it gummed with sperm residue and saliva.  Even her eyelashes seemed matted with dried seed, as if she had been swimming in it.  Aspen had been gang banged again, and had been every day for the past two days.  Aspen cried, knowing she had ingested enough sperm that it would keep her alive for at least a few more days, except her tears had run dry a long time ago, and only dry sobs escaped.  Her pussy, ass and mouth were nothing but receptacles for her rapist's manhood, her body nothing but a fuckdoll.  She knew, even though she had been asleep at least eight hours, her rapists had only just left her, and they would be back soon.  They always came back.

"You fucking cunt." she thought to herself in introspect.  "Why did you do this?  For Sara.  For Sara fucking Pezinni.  She hates you.  Why the hell didn't you see that?  She treated you like a whore.  A whore!  Why the hell didn't you notice?!"

"I am a whore." cried Aspen in admittance, her gentle sobs beginning to be drowned out by the growing noises of a dozen excited men coming from behind her.

The black sky of night stood above Sebastien's complex like a curtain, not even the stars shined above the devil man's home.  Crawling in a black body glove and black mask, Lara Croft snuck up from behind, where the guards were scattered about sparsely and the darkness seemed more seething.  Lara took out a pair of wire cutters and with a few quick snips, cut out a small section of the wire fence that surrounded the complex.  She laid down on her belly and crawled through the newly formed hole.  She quickly replaced the piece of fence she had cut out, to avoid the hole being seen by a casual glance.  As soon as she was done, she dashed quietly to the mansion, hiding in the shadows of the wall.  A guard walked by her, not noticing Lara nor her handiwork on the fence.  Lara sighed quietly in triumph and continued, until she found an unlocked window and slipped in.

The heavy iron door opened with a creak, allowing the stranger entry before she closed it behind her.  The black-clad woman turned her masked head to investigate her surroundings.  She was in a large room with cage pens lining both walls, the smell of dried cum and sweat wafted through the air while the sounds of a few girls moaning destroyed the silence.  Standing still for a moment, the intruder lifted off her mask, and shook her head, tossing her red locks out of her face.  "Oh god," whispered Caitlin Fairchild, frozen in terror, "I shouldn't have come back."

Lara slinked stealthily down the mansion's hallways, her guns held ready and her senses alert for danger.  The halls were dead quiet, as if the mansion's security force was so confident in their outside perimeter they neglected to protect the insides.  Lara peered into the door beside her, being careful not to be noticed.  Inside, there were two women having sex.  Lara's skin become flushed with heat, but she resisted her urges to continue watching and dashed to the next door.  "God, I have to get out of here." she thought to herself as she checked the next door, looking for the entrance to the basement.

Caitlin walked slowly through the room, her eyes wandering across it's exotic contents, while her feet guided her towards the exit at the end.  She passed one of the taller cages where two naked women were inside.  One of them had shoulder length blond hair while the other had long black locks.  Both were extremely beautiful, making Caitlin pause for a moment.  She recognized them from her tenure here.  The blond one was named Abby, while the dark haired woman was named Sydney.  Both of them were mindless slaves, voracious for sex, much like Caitlin once was.  Sydney was currently leaning with her back against the bars, her arms gripping the metal beams desperately for support while Abby knelt between her open legs, licking Sydney's moist cunt.  Sydney was shivering, her vagina melting from Abby's sensual tongue.  Caitlin felt her own pussy growing wet from the brazen display before her, she could not help but feel captivated by it.  She stepped forward, so close she could hear Sydney's heavy breathing and smell her perspiration.  Abby's lips fastened on Sydney's labia, she sucked wetly on it until Sydney quivered with ecstasy, sharp rapturous gasps escaped from her mouth.  Caitlin watched as Sydney's grip tightened around the metal bars, she knew the rapturous feeling all too well.  Caitlin felt her breath grow heavier as she continued her voyeurism on the couple, she instinctively began lowering the zipper on her jumpsuit in response to the lust throbbing inside of her.  The wonderful burning between her legs grew so immense, it prompted her to touch Sydney's smooth skin between the bars.  She collected a drop of Sydney's perspiration, the dark haired girl so lost with bliss she didn't notice Caitlin's quick touch.  Caitlin brought it to her lips and sucked it slowly off her finger, the taste of another woman's love sweat bringing more and more of her enslavement memories to the surface.

Sydney pumped her hips against Abby, who burrowed deeper into her lover's sex.  Her nose was buried in Sydney's thick bush of dark pubic hair while her tongue slid between her tight petals, which clasped around the slimy member between them.  Sydney's body was on fire, sweat dripped from every pore as she arched her back, jutting her breasts forward over and over while her legs trembled beneath her.  Caitlin craned her neck and moved to the side of the cage.  The redhead watched with intense interest as Sydney's tits bounced with her undulations, throwing drops of sweat off her erect nipples.  Abby's kneeling form also gleamed with perspiration while her head bobbed against Sydney's engorged clit.  Caitlin felt the heat radiating from their lithe bodies, her own skin beginning to break out in a hot sweat.

Sydney gasped constantly as orgasm after orgasm blossomed from her luscious pussy, her pussy was a tunnel of ravenous, lustful heat.  Abby lapped up mouthfuls of her partner's hot cream with relish, her hands squeezing Sydney's taut buttocks as she drank from Sydney's honey pot.  The loud sucking sounds the blond woman made on Sydney's clit reverberated through Caitlin's brain, the redhead licked her lips as she recalled licentious memories of how another woman's pussy tasted, and how it compared to the blissful sensations she felt, when drinking the seed of Sebastien.

Abby stood up and kissed Sydney on the mouth, Sydney devoured the honey that stained Abby's thick lips.  Their tongues entwined lewdly like separate entities, white slime covering both muscles, a mixture of Sydney's cum and both women's saliva.  Abby caressed Sydney's breasts with her hands, squeezing and pinching the buxom mounds and stroking her aching nipples.  Sydney moaned as bliss erupted from her hard knobs, they grew so hard she felt like milk would burst from her tits at any moment.  Sydney's hand traveled slowly down Abby's torso, reveling for a moment at the touch of Abby's flat, tight stomach before moving farther down to her genitals.  Abby shuddered, her tummy shivering as Sydney fondled her golden-haired mound.  Caitlin couldn't take anymore, indescribable lust was rushing through her veins, ignited and fed by Abby's and Sydney's fornication. Caitlin ripped off her suit, and angrily discarded her sports bra and panties.  The voracious redhead threw herself against the bars, startling Abby and Sydney inside.  "Hhhh...fuck me...." she whispered, her erect nipples squeezing through the bars in a tantalizing fashion.

Lara peered into the next door, her fortieth, only to find it was the fortieth door in a row that she found either a naked woman or a woman having sex or being raped.  Her skin was gleaming with arousal sweat, her eyes had just bore witness to the most depraved acts she had ever seen in her life, all in the span of one night.  Her tight body glove clung even tighter to her curves, the fabric moist all over, concentrated under her arms and at her pussy, still flowing with juices.  She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, panting to fill her lungs with air.  She felt like she was getting lost, never had she been somewhere with so much wanton sexual activity.  Had she not been focused on her task, Lara would've submitted to her fleshly urges long ago.  "Can't stop," she thought, her guns dipping to the ground, "must, find Aspen."

With her resolve renewed, Lara continued.  From now on she listened to every door before opening it, checking only the doors that had no heavy panting or sexual screaming coming from within.  Even the sounds of sex were so ferocious, Lara still had to fight, her brain already too filled with the carnal ecstacies being fulfilled in this building she was automatically able to assign a sexual act to each moan.  "Stop...stop it Lara..." she whispered to herself, her knees trembling as the arousal between her legs burst with honey.  Lara shuddered as she let her resistance fade for a bit, the warm flowing sensation flowing from her tight pussy was rapturous.  Her tits swelled with arousal as they bobbed up and down with her heavy breaths, her honey trickle finally fading as she bled out her lust.  Lara, her breath still coming in short, heavy gasps, continued her search, her crotch dripping as she walked.

Finally, she reached a door that was silent.  Panting heavily and her uniform sticky, she turned the knob slowly and yanked the door open.  A set of descending stairs greeted her on the other side with a loud creak.  Lara slowly stepped down, her knees still wobbly and the sticky material around her pelvis made it uncomfortable to walk.  She walked off the last step, and found herself in a small foyer made of nothing but simple concrete walls, ceiling and floor.  A massive metal door was the only thing that stood before her.

Abby and Sydney stared at Caitlin for a moment, their faces awestruck at the redhead's perfect body.  They licked their cum-splattered lips in unison, smiling with lewd hunger as Caitlin panted with need, her hands gripping the bars tightly.  Abby walked up to Caitlin and licked the redhead's left nipple gently before moving down to lick the underside of the fleshy mound.  Sydney knelt at Caitlin's moist pussy, reaching with her tongue through the bars to taste her musky snatch, the arousal caused by Caitlin's rich, heady aroma coupled with the distance drove her wild with desire.  Caitlin squeezed and pulled at the bars, her strength no longer capable of breaking them despite her furious need to fuck Abby and Sydney.  The redhead thrust her pelvis against the bars, pushing her vagina as far as possible towards Sydney's awaiting mouth.

Caitlin gasped as Sydney ate into her womanhood, the redhead squeezing her labia through the bars while Abby pleasured her tits.  The blond suckled at Caitlin's left while her thumb flicked at the nipple of the right.  The horny redhead writhed in blissful agony against the bars, desperately wishing for the super strength of her past to return, only to remove the bars and allow the two women at her body further access.  Caitlin shuddered, her pussy burning as Sydney suckled on her labia, biting gently on her pussy lips with her teeth while sliding her tongue in and out of her smouldering fucktunnel.  Caitlin pumped her hips desperately against the cage, rattling the bars with her lust-induced spasms.  Sydney reached through the bars and gripped Caitlin's round hips, using them to piston Caitlin's sex against her tongue, the redhead's hot, slick vaginal walls became coated with Sydney's saliva.  Caitlin moaned hoarsely, her head reaching down to kiss Abby, who stood up to return the tall girl's kiss.  Caitlin inhaled Abby's tongue, the sweet taste of Sydney's sex juice burned on her taste buds.  Her mind awash with sexual bliss, Caitlin's body quaked as a massive orgasm rushed through her body, the pleasure waves rippled from her pussy all the way through her flesh, to the tips of her fingers and quivering nipples.  Sydney remained stationed at Caitlin's engorged clit, slurping at the trickle of honey that came out of her sexhole.  Abby knelt beside Sydney and lapped at the same trickle, Caitlin's heady cunt juices like sweet nectar on her tongue.  Sydney and Abby pushed each other aside a few times, each one hungry for the ambroisia that oozed out of their new plaything.  Once Caitlin ran dry, Abby and Sydney, who were already leaning against each other and exhausted from the mad struggle for Caitlin's juices, ravenously kissed each other on the lips, sharing with each other whatever honey they had.  Caitlin stared longingly through the bars, watching the two beastly women couple like insatiable animals.  She sighed loudly, closing her eyes and remembering the days, when she was Sebastien's princess.

She snapped backed to reality for a moment when she heard the metal door to the pens suddenly open.  Caitlin, terrified at who it might be, rolled into a nearby open cage pen and shut the door.  She crawled into the corner and buried her face into her arms, curling into a fetal position with her back facing the front of the pen, hoping nobody would notice her.

Lara Croft pushed the heavy door open, and was suddenly bowled over by the strong scent of sex that ran through the air.  "Oh god." she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust, although it was an aroma she was very familiar with.  Lara slowly walked through the pen, cautious as to what might jump out of each cage.  Each one she passed contained nothing however, but a naked, dirty girl.  Most of them were moaning as they rolled about on the floor, scratching or rubbing their cunts or licking their own tits.  Lara couldn't help but feel sorry, and aroused, at the prisoners.  "I wish there was a way I could save them all." she thought solemnly to herself, knowing that doing so would be impossible with so many guards outside.  She passed a cage with two girls inside, one with dark hair and one with shoulder-length blond hair.  They were sucking at each other's vaginas, each one moaning loudly like an animal.  Lara faced them, and they instantly noticed her, giving her a lewd look and a smile, as if they wanted to rape her.  "Fucking animals." she muttered, although she found herself blushing a bit from their attentions.  She walked off, and the instant she turned away, she heard their loud groans resume.

Caitlin looked up from her cage, and saw the door opposite the entrance close.  "Oh good, they've left." she thought to herself.  She rolled over to the cage's door, and her hand about to open the latch when she paused.  She looked around at her surroundings, there was a dirty food dish in one corner, and an old water dish beside it.  She looked at the height of the cage, it was barely high enough for her to stand on her knees.  She looked at the pens surrounding her, and recognized all of their occupants.  "This is my cage." she whispered as the realization came to her.  "This is the cage I used to sleep in when I was Sebastien's slave."  The haunting twist of fate stung her like a snake bite.  She laid down for a moment, awestruck at the astonishing coincidence.  Memories of many nights spent in this very pen occupied her mind.  Her hand reached between her legs as her pussy began to burn. Her already wet cunt ignited with lust immediately, causing her to jam her finger into her slit.  She moved it back and forth slowly, fondling her red-furred labia slowly but with increasing tempo.  She bit her lip as she drove a second finger up her slit, pinching her labia with her thumb.  Caitlin leaned her head forward and with her free hand guided her left breast to her gaping mouth.  She suckled at her throbbing nipple, still wet with Abby's cum-flavored saliva.  She groaned into her tit, her body jerking as she felt her vagina muscles tighten.  With a stifled scream muffled by a mouthful of breast she orgasmed, her hips shuddering as thick globs of honey splashed over her carressing hand.  Caitlin let go of her breast, gasping for breath, the climaxes on her body felt stronger here than they ever did with Lara Croft.  When the wonderful, warm sensation of flowing juices ceased, she pulled her hand out of her vagina and stared at her honey coated digits.  With her luscious, wet tits heaving in unison as she breathed, she pondered.

"Why am I doing this?  I shouldn't be here.  Oh god, why, why can't I help myself?!  Why can't I get out of here?!"

"Because you want to be here." replied a male voice from outside the cage.  "You belong here."

Caitlin looked up, and saw the smiling face of Sebastien looking down on her.  "Welcome home, Caitlin Fairchild."

Cat gawked in terror, his dark form looking more imposing than she remembered.  Sebastien knelt down and opened the cage, his sinister smile never fading as he gripped Caitlin's ankles and pulled her out.

Lara slinked her way down the dark stairs, her steps becoming increasingly cautious as the darkness further engulfed her vision.  Just as Lara was about to break out a flare to illuminate her surroundings, she saw a red glow coming from around a corner.  She turned at it and saw an immense cavern before her.  Lara stood wide-eyed at it's immense size, she was amazed that she had climbed down so deep beneath the surface.  Everything in the cavern looked red, like a red sun was the cave's source of light.  Lara shook off her amazement and treaded forward, determined to find Aspen and get out of this hellish place.

"Please....s....stop...." whispered Aspen, her voice melting like her pussy.

"But I know you want it.  You're a whore aren't you?"  Jean Grey projected the thought maliciously into Aspen's mind.  The redheaded psychic was lying between Aspen's outspread legs, nibbling on Aspen's burning snatch.

"I...I am a whore."  admitted Aspen shamefully.  "But please...I....I don't want any...more."

"What do you want?" asked Jean, smiling as her tongue ran up and down Aspen's pink slit.  The taste of an endless parade of male climaxes lingered on Aspen's flesh, making Jean's desire for the tanned woman's cunt even stronger.  Jean ran her tongue through Aspen's lubricated fucktunnel, relishing in the sweet, used taste the woman had on her sex.  Aspen moaned and grimaced, the redhead's probing tongue was like hot steel in her cunt, which glowed red from days of non-stop abuse.  Aspen only laid back and cursed at Jean, her body far too weak to resist her advances.  Jean pumped her face into Aspen's crotch, the dark-haired woman's tanned body jerking with reflex as a climax built up within her, Aspen dreading the horrible pleasure that would soon follow.  Aspen only gasped weakly as she orgasmed, her mind long detached from the vile acts that were done upon her curvaceous form.  Jean lapped up the cream that oozed of out Aspen's snatch eagerly, revelling in the taste of another woman's juices.  Aspen was the first woman thrown down here in a long time.  The only reason Jean had survived this long was because of her complete and total submission as a captive.  Jean loved being a slut, it was the unleashing of all her years of hidden feelings and desires.  Sebastien, despite his vile hatred of Jean and his abuse, was her unquestionable master.

"I...I want to die....please....no more...." cried Aspen weakly.

"Alright, if that's what my bitch wants." thought Jean as she pet Aspen's vagina gently.  "That's what my bitch gets.  Boys?"

Two of the leather-masked men who raped Aspen non-stop stepped up to their mistress.  "Fuck her until she pops." she commanded.

"No...not like that...please..." begged Aspen weakly, her mouth still sticky with seed.

"Only way I know how cunty." replied Jean as she pinched Aspen's vagina, causing her to whine in pain.

Just as the two men were about to rape her again, gunshots echoed through the air.  Jean turned and saw the men's leather-clad faces explode with blood.  Jean ran, hiding behind a rock quickly as she sensed the direction the threat came from with her mental powers.

Lara slid down the rocky slope that faced Aspen, her guns smoking from their recently discharged ammo.  Ignoring the two dead bodies, she focused on Aspen's nude and battered form.

"Oh my god...." said Lara as she helped Aspen up.  "What happened to you?"

As she leaned against Lara, Aspen only vomited more sperm in response, her only sustenance for the last few days.  Clearing her throat and spitting several times, Aspen finally said in a raspy voice, "Lara......help...me."

"Don't worry love," replied Lara, guiding her slowly to the exit, "you're safe now."

"Sir?  Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive.  Let them go.  I assure you, this will not cost you anything as my head of security."

"Yes sir Mr. Sebastien."

Lara dragged Aspen through the halls, doing her best to be cautious despite her burden.  She reached the ouside without a problem, even passing through the pen room without pause.  Taking Aspen outside, she quickly went to the hole she had cut in the fence.  Laying Aspen's weak form on the ground, Lara crawled through the hold and dragged her lover's body through from the other side.  Aspen continued to vomit more sperm, the fowl stench filling Lara's nostrils.  "That bastard." thought Lara with gritted teeth as she watched Aspen suffer. "One day, I'm going to come back here and kill him."

After helping Aspen to the jeep she had parked not far from the compound, Lara placed the marine biologist in the back, covering her naked form with a blanket while she sat in the front.  Lara started the engine, which came to life with a satisfying hum, and drove off quickly into the darkness.

"Th...ank...you...Lara...." said Aspen through her sticky lips.

"Don't speak love.  Just rest." replied Lara with a warm smile.  Lara turned her attention back to the road and thought.  "That was easy, too easy."

Lara jumped at the sudden burst of flame that erupted from the passenger's seat beside her, until she saw the sinister form of Sebastien take shape within.  "Greetings Ms. Croft." the miniature version of Sebastien said.  "I must thank you for tonight's work."

"Thank me?  You bastard!" snapped Lara, assuming the devil was so spiteful of Aspen he saw her liberation as a favor to him.

"Oh, really now Lara, now I don't think I'll reward you."

"Fuck off Sebastien, I don't need you or your rewards.  You'll never have Aspen Matthews."

"Aspen?  Aspen?" the devil said in a mocking tone.  "You think that I called, to talk about Aspen?!" his tone beginning to break with laughter.  A few demonic laughs escaped his mouth, the sound haunting to Lara's ears.  "No.  I'm actually referring, to someone else."  He waved his hand and the image within the flame moved to the side of Sebastien, like the camera was sliding left.  Beside Sebastien, naked and kneeling with heavy chains around her arms and ankles, and a ball gag stuffed in her mouth, was Caitlin Fairchild.  "CAITLIN!!!" Lara screamed into the fire, slamming on the jeep's brakes in an impulsive reaction.  The vehicle skidded before screeching to a halt, Lara's glare continually focused on the small image within the flames. "How the hell did you get her?!!!"

"Caitlin came to me." Sebastien answered casually, petting Caitlin on the head.  "Although, I have this feeling she came to help you rescue that slut, Jasper was her name?  But, she walked into the holding pens and I guess she just realized that her place was with me.  She even crawled back into her old cage and fucked herself."

"You lie!!!  You mother fucker!!  You kidnapped her!!!" Lara spat with intense rage, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Ms. Croft, you wound me.  I'm a devil, but I always prided myself on being honest.  Ask the slut in your back seat, I didn't lie to her." Sebastien said with a sinister grin.  "Oh, and I just finished increasing my security around here.  I've just added some electrified fences and more armed guards.  I think that will be adequate to stop your further break-ins."  Sebastien finished his sentence, and noticed Lara's tears beginning to break out from her snarling face.  "Oh, really now, I hate to see a grown woman cry.  You know, you're welcome to join Caitlin here.  I think the men down at the whorehell need a new fucktoy." the demon man said with a smirk on his face.  "Now, if you'll excuse me," said Sebastien as he pulled out a riding crop from behind his back, his look then became focused on Caitlin's bound form, "me and my Caitlin have a lot of catching up to do."

"CAITLIN!!!!!!  NOOOOO!!!!!" Lara cried, tears flushing her eyes to stain her cheeks.  She reached for the small flame, only to have it dissipate at her touch.  The last thing Lara heard was Caitlin's muffled scream as Sebastien laid the crop on her bare buttocks.

Lara stood limp in the driver's seat, silent and in denial.  She stopped the rolling jeep and turned off the ignition, pausing and pondering for a moment in the newfound silence.  She looked behind her at Aspen Matthews, who was curled up in the back seat, asleep.  Lara stepped out of the jeep, and after taking a deep breath, opened the back jeep door and grabbed Aspen, throwing her to the ground.  Aspen awakened as she hit the dirt, yelping in fear, almost having forgotten she was free from her imprisonment, only to face a fuming Lara Croft standing above her.

"I hope you're happy." muttered Lara, her fist trembling in anger as she fought to restrain herself.  "I came to rescue you, and while I did, Caitlin got kidnapped by Sebastien.  Now, she's his prisoner again!  It's all your fault!  It's all your fucking fault!!"

Aspen could only sit silently, her naked filthy body shivering in the dark night air.  Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, her mind so overwhelmed with happiness that she was finally free of the nightmare, only to have the sudden weight of guilt put on her shoulders by Lara's venomous words.  "I..." she struggled, having spoken little in the past few days.  "I....forgive me." she sobbed, falling to Lara's feet to grovel.  The British archaeologist, her rage subsiding and turning to sorrow fell atop Aspen, embracing her gently.   Tears escaped from her eyes to drip onto Aspen's flesh, while not a single sob escaped from Lara's mouth.

"Harder!  Fuck me harder!!!" Sara pleaded in a hoarse voice, her carnivorous cunt hungering for more of Reaver's meat.  Reaver sat naked on the altar while Sara humped him, bouncing and grinding her luscious ass on his prick.  Drool covered her chin and tears of ecstacy flowed out of her eyes, her entire body was guided by the intense feelings that stirred in her sex.

Reaver grunted in acknowledgement, taking a firmer grip on Sara's ass to impale his manhood deeper up her vagina, so deep his balls slapped against her cunt as she rode him wildly.

"Don't stop!  Don't stop...fucking..me!!" Sara screamed, her labia wrapped tightly around his meatpole.  The Witchblade gauntlet slithered across her body in the form of several black tendrils, wrapping around her tits and nipples while the rest bunched up and went up to her mouth, where she devoured the phallic object hungrily, sucking wantonly with excess lust.  Reaver grunted as he climaxed, his shaft rocketing up Sara's belly as he burst with jizz.  Sara shivered, her body so addicted to the rapturous orgasms that Reaver gave her she shed tears of bliss as another ferocious one exploded from her belly.  Her back undulated in an erotic rhythm as hot fluids raced through her womb, filing her with lewd warmth.

As Reaver put his hand on Sara's heaving belly, he felt the child stirring within her womb.  "Sara." he said solemnly.

"Yes Reaver?" Sara whispered in response, her body exhausted but still needful.  The witchblade, sensing her desires, slithered across her body to molest her.

"The Witchblade has grown strong, and sooner than I anticipated."

"What?  What do you mean?" asked Sara, the confusion she felt from Reaver's seemingly cryptic statement drowned out the pleasure the Witchblade provided her.

"I'm saying, it's time for me to move on to the next phase."

"Next phase?  Of what?"

"Of my plan of course, which by the way, you've been a part of ever since I met you, as Nick Reaves."

"What?!" Sara snapped to attention, ordering the Witchblade to cease it's lewd attention on her body.  But the gauntlet did not respond, and proceeded to touch her even harder.  "Stop it." she ordered sternly, fighting the growing pleasure it gave her.  "Oh god," she said, biting her lip, "s...stop it!!" she ordered as a tendril slithered up her pussy.

"It's too late Sara." said Reaver with a smile.  "It wants you."

"No!  Help me!!" Sara begged, the Witchblade beginning to explode with tendrils, many crawling to her hot pussy.

"Sorry Sara." said Reaver, the sincerity in his voice lacking.  "But even I can't stop it now.  Quite frankly, I'm surprised it didn't fuck you before, you are so ravishing." he said in low whisper.

The tendrils rooted themselves on the edges of the altar, ensnaring Sara in a black web, while another bunch of tendrils merged together to form one thick, engorged tentacle that hovered over Sara menacingly for a moment before diving deep into her cunt.  Sara gasped, initially from shock, but later in pleasure as she felt the tentacles brush softly against the slick insides of her vagina.  "No..." she said, her resistance breaking under the Witchblade's actions.

"Give in to it Sara," whispered Reaver into his lover's ear, "doesn't it feel good?"

Sara could only gasp weakly as the Witchblade ravaged her weakened body.  Her clit throbbed lewdly with pleasure as more black tentacles fondled her labia sensually before sliding deep into her belly with a quick thrust.  Sara bucked slightly from the shock, tilting her head back as sexual bliss flowed from her belly to the rest of her slender form.

"Yes...so good!" she moaned.

"Don't you want more?" whispered Reaver, stroking Sara's trembling face.

"Oh yes!  I want more...please!!" acknowledged Sara with a loud moan, her mouth panting desperately for air as the witchblade touched her cervix.  The jewel on her hand glowed brightly as the tentacle thrust into her. Reaver gazed at the gauntlet, the tentacle that sprouted from her hand was embedded deep in her pussy.  He could see two bubbles beginning to inflate at the tentacle's base, resembling testicles.

Sara moaned loudly, her body bathed in sweat as it writhed sensually in her gauntlet's hold.  The tentacle probing her cunt slithered further into her womanhood, causing Sara to gasp as it touched her cervix.  Her body tensed and her back arched suddenly, her brain bombarded with mind-numbling pleasure.  Her gasps suddenly turned to quivers as the tentacle slid back out, only to thrust back in again.  The tentacle continued these motions in rapid succession, constantly hilting at Sara's vagina.  The testicles on Sara's glove began to pulsate, the tentacle piece within Sara's belly stiffened as it neared climax.  Reaver watched with fascination as the gauntlet pumped liquid that it generated from it's newly formed testicles through the tentacle into Sara's womb.  He watched as the visible bubble of fluid travelled along the tentacle's length, to reach it's destination at Sara's cunt.

Sara screamed with infinite sexual bliss as the hot seed of the Witchblade flowed into her vagina.  The tentacle embedded in her pussy lips continued pumping load after load of the thick fluid.  Indescribable lust flowed into Sara's brain, driving her mad with rapture.  Her body spasmed violently with bliss as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body, her binding Witchblade tendrils strained to keep her pinned down.  A few tendrils went to cover her eyes and forehead, pinning her head down to the stone altar like the rest of her writhing form.  Sweat dripped from her naked form as she shivered, Reaver forced himself to resist raping her again as he watched her helplessly being impregnated by the Witchblade.  Her pussy and nipples throbbed achingly with ecstacy, the pulsing tentacle inside her thrust in and out or her burning fuck tunnel like a machine, exploding with increasingly powerful climaxes that battered Sara's brain with mind-numbing pleasure.

"Shall I make it stop?" whispered Reaver softly into Sara's ear, even though the demon man knew what her answer was.

"No!!!  Never make it stop!!" replied Sara in a pleading voice, which cracked and broke as the Witchblade continued gushing into her womb.  Reaver smiled as he heard the Witchblade wearer's submission.  Satisfied at his progress, the demon man left the chamber and shut the heavy stone door behind him, silencing Sara's sensual moans from the world.

THE END