By Bernie

The sky was a dark navy blue, only the bright, white dots that were the night stars interrupted it's dominance in Reaver's vision.  The dark man stood in a room at the top of his temple, a massive window wrapped around it's walls, giving total, uninterupted surveilance of the sky.  Pushing a loose wisp of his shoulder-length black hair from his face, he smiled and sighed gently.  All of his life's ambitions were coming to fruition in one night.  Soft footsteps suddenly echoed from behind him.

Reaver turned and saw his lowly servant bowing before him.  A deformed, hunchbacked demon with brown leathery skin and a pointed face, even Reaver himself did not find his physical appearance pleasing to the eye.  Typically, Reaver would disguise him if he needed his services in the outside world, like he did when seducing Sara Pezinni.

"What is it Gerr?" he asked his servant, his mood too good to be broken by a mere interruption.

"Forgive me lord," the lowly demon hissed, "but, you wished for an update on the woman."

"Yes." he said, crossing his arms and grinning.  "How is Sara?"

"The Witchblade continues to rape her, I don't think she has much idea as to what purpose it is serving."

"And that is the way it shall remain." said Reaver, turning back towards the night sky.

"Lord, may I ask of you, what purpose is it serving?"

Reaver paused, causing Gerr to shiver, thinking his question displeased his master.  "Of course, you need not answer if..."

"No Gerr.  You've served me long enough and well enough.  You even hold partial responsibility for the success of this operation."

Gerr sighed in relief that Reaver was willing to answer his question.  "Thank you Master."

"You are familiar with the Demon Mother prophecy?"

"Yes.  You were a part of the last attempt to bring it to life."

Reaver smirked in acknowledgement, "Yes, I was.  But, I personally never believed in the way the prophecy was traditionally interpreted.  One day I thought of a more effective method."

Gerr nodded in acknowledgement, urging Reaver to continue.

"I had heard of the legendary Cestus of Venus that the Amazons once coveted.  The Amazons are a group of warrior women, quite fascinating actually.  I am father to a few of their important members.  I am also responsible for teaching them the art of seduction."

"Certainly their powers are nothing to yours." the lowly demon said.

Reaver grinned, "Quite.  Nonetheless, that is another story.  The Cestus was said to belong to Venus, and it possesed incredible powers of fertility.  Unfortunately, as a demon male, I would be incapable of pleasing Venus to retrieve the artifact."

"So you hired Lara Croft?" Gerr deduced.

"Very good Gerr.  Ms. Croft was unable to retrieve it however, the Amazons interferred.  A bloody skirmish later, the Cestus was simply left behind.  However, Caitlin Fairchild pleasured Venus, releasing the locks on it.  I was able to have one of my followers grab the fertility energies of the Cestus and send it to me."

Gerr nodded again in acknowledgement, "So the drink you told me to give Sara Pezinni..."

"Was the energy of the Cestus.  When we danced at the party, my seductive touch combined with the Cestus's power flowing through her blood, made her willingly submit herself to me."

"So, the Witchblade's corruption?"

"A result of the Cestus.  It's now essentially the new Cestus, a different vessel for the same power.  I knew the ancient gauntlet would be a more than adequate host, I know it already possessed a bit of capacity for lust.  I impregnated her first with my own seed.  The Witchblade has learned by experience how it shares in Sara's bliss.  It's hunger has overtaken it, now it will fertilize Sara's womb, hence eliminating the tedious traveling and the other demon elders from the equation, the one the last attempt at the prophecy used.  I will be the only father the child will listen to.  That was the biggest flaw the last time.  With the spawn's immense power, I will rule hell and earth."  Reaver clenched his fist as the thought of total dominance flooded his brain.

Gerr smiled, "As you deserve Lord Reaver.  My appreciation for your time," Gerr bowed, "I shall leave now."

"Gerr?" said Reaver, his eyes beginning to glow.

"Yes lord?"

"Leave this temple.  The child will be born soon, and I wish to be the only dark soul in it's vicinity.  I wish to take no chances."

"Yes lord." said Gerr before disappearing in a flash of light.

Aspen Matthews sat on the hotel bed, her lips shivering as she held the blanket tightly around her naked, filthy body.  Lara Croft returned to the posh hotel room with a brown paper bag, intended to be tonight's dinner.  Her plain attire of a pale blue t-shirt and black jeans completely contrasted with the lavish room's interior, as did the looming frown on her gorgeous face.  "Here you go Aspen.  Dinner is served." the British woman said, her tone lacking in light-heartedness.

Aspen clutched the blanket tightly around herself and walked up to Lara, her eyes set on the bag of Chinese take-out.  Lara held up her hand to stop her as she came within a foot of it.  "Aspen, why haven't you showered?"  she asked as she noticed how filthy she looked and the rank smell she emitted.

"I....I....." answered Aspen through cracked lips, unable to think of a reply.

"You're afraid of being naked aren't you?" asked Lara, putting a hand of Aspen's shoulder.

"Y....yes..." replied Aspen, her body shivering with cold despite the blanket around her.

"Aspen, please.  You must get over it."

"You weren't there!" replied Aspen in the loudest tone her battered body could produce, which still came out as only an annoyed yelp.  Her throat was immensely sore from swallowing nothing but hot sperm for days as she was raped by dozens of men beneath Sebastien's home.

"I...was there...I rescued..." replied Lara, but her voice paused as she realized that correcting Aspen about her minor details would not help.  The British woman understood Aspen's point, Lara was not raped by the men.  "I understand Aspen.  But, you can't just stop showering forever."

"I...tried to...but...I couldn't.  I just lied here." stuttered Aspen, motioning her head towards the bed.  "I kept thinking if I stood naked and alone, they would come to get me again.  Oh god Lara, I'm so fucking sad!"

"No one is fucking sad here." said Lara sternly, putting down the take-out.  "Let's get you cleaned up."

Lara gently led Aspen to the bathroom, the tanned woman followed her obediently.  Never before had Aspen realized how strong Lara's spirit was, only surpassed by her beauty.  Aspen, stood in awe at the bathroom, with white marble counters floors, while a large inset bathtub stood before her, adorned with gold faucets.  Lara, unphased at the room's expensive decor due to her lifetime of wealth, simply walked to the tub, leaving Aspen to gawk.  "C'mon Aspen," the British woman said, breaking Aspen's survey of the room, "drop the blanket and get in."

Aspen paused, the warmth and comfort the blanket provided her was extremely difficult to give up.  Lara noticed her hesitance and sighed, "Aspen," she said in an impatient tone, "please."

The marine biologist, deciding not to get Lara further annoyed at her, quickly dropped the blanket and dove into the empty tub, crawling into the corner and curling her body into a ball.  "It's okay love," said Lara as she reached out to Aspen, seeing the intense fear that possessed the tanned woman, "no one is going to get you.  I'll stay right here if you like."

Aspen did not reply, she simply continued shaking in the corner.  Lara, deciding that was an acknowledgement, turned on the faucets.  Once she got the water to a comfortable temperature, she plugged the drain and let the tub slowly fill.  Aspen at first resisted the crawling water level, retracting her portruding body parts deeper within herself.  Later however, as it became impossible to avoid, she slowly was able to relax, and her body uncurled itself.  Aspen leaned her head back against the marble wall as her body soaked itself in the warm water, the marine biologist felt a wonderful sensation as her body became wet.  Soon, Aspen was relaxing in the bathtub, the water level up to her shoulders.  Lara turned off the water and smiled at Aspen, happy at the dark haired woman's recovery.

"It's been so long since I've taken a swim." replied Aspen.  "I was so stupid..."

"Don't say that." interrupted Lara.

"Sorry.  I should've known.  All my life, I loved to swim.  I was more at home in the water than on the land."

"And that was before you found out you could change to water right?"

"Right.  The water just always felt comforting, like a big hug all over your body that never let go.  Even this bathtub...it feels so good."

"Great." said Lara, reaching over to kiss Aspen on the forehead.  The British woman reached over Aspen's shoulder and picked up the small bottle of shampoo the hotel provided for all it's guests.  Lara twisted the cap open and a strong fruity scent burst from inside.  She poured a bit into her hands and rubbed it into Aspen's greasy black hair.

Aspen leaned back a bit, closing her eyes and smiling as Lara gently massaged her scalp.  "Lara?" she asked as a thought dawned upon her.  "I appreciate this, really, but...what about Caitlin?"

Lara paused, leaving her hands embedded in the thick lather that sat upon Aspen's head.  Lara sighed, and lowered her head.  "Sorry Lara." Aspen hastily apologized.

"It's okay." replied Lara, resuming to shampoo Aspen's hair.  "I'm going to get her back.  Believe me.  But, I need some equipment from London.  It will be here probably by tomorrow."

"Oh," Aspen said meekly, unsure of how to react.  "Lara, I'm..."

"Aspen, you've apologized enough for it.  It's not your fault.  I'm the one who's sorry, I yelled at you even though it wasn't really your fault."  Lara dipped her hands into the warm bath water, clensing them of the shampoo.  Aspen took a washcloth from the edge of the tub and put a bit of liquid soap from a dispenser onto it.  She rubbed it against her golden skin, forming a fresh white lather.  Aspen stood up to soap herself better, while Lara got another washcloth and soaped it adequately.  Aspen scrubbed her long arms, while Lara scrubbed at Aspen's dripping tits.  Aspen gasped slightly at Lara's attentions, her tits penduously swung beneath the strokes of the washcloth.  Lara felt herself grow hot as her fingers ran over Aspen's erect nipples, while the tits that filled her vision seemed to long for her mouth.  Lara washed Aspen's stomach while Aspen propped up her right leg on the edge of the tub to lather her smooth calf.  Lara, the sight of Aspen's bent leg arousing to her, focused her attentions on Aspen's smooth thigh.  She scrubbed the top, then moved to the tender insides, inching closer to Aspen's luscious pussy.  Finally, when Lara rubbed the soapy cloth over Aspen's dark bush, Aspen shuddered, her pussy still somewhat tender after the repeated rapes.  Lara noticed her discomfort and paused, backing away.  "I'm sorry," she gasped, surprised at her heavy breathing.  Lara plopped the washcloth into the bathtub.  "I...I'll just go now."

Aspen gripped Lara's shoulder, a look of longing burned in both women's eyes.  Lara stepped forward, eliminating the distance between the two women so they could kiss on their sensual lips.  Their eyes closed with bliss as they frenched, their tongues entwined hungrily around each other while their hands roved over their bodies.  Lara, her body growing with sexual hunger, dove into the bathtub with her clothes on.  Aspen accepted her willingly, cradling her body as she leaned back against the wall.  In the tub they continued their kiss while Aspen fumbled with Lara's pants.  Lara broke off the kiss for a moment to pull off her wet t-shirt and sports bra, letting her tits bounce freely before Aspen's hungry eyes.  Lara wriggled out of her wet jeans, then lowered her black panties, letting them disappear beneath the surface of the water.  Aspen enveloped Lara's left nipple with her lips, flicking it with her tongue while sucking wantonly on Lara's luscious breast.  Lara gasped weakly, her hands buried in Aspen's soapy hair as she clenched her lover's head to her bosom.  Aspen moved down, licking the tender undersides of Lara's tits as her right hand ventured down to Lara's womanhood beneath the water.

"Lara, I'm going to try something." panted Aspen, putting her right hand on Lara's bush.  Concentrating hard, the tanned woman's fingers turned to water, Aspen gasping with delight at her newly restored ability.  Lara looked down at Aspen's digits, now made of transparent fluid, an idea formed in the British woman's mind as to what Aspen was going to do.  Aspen smiled and fingered Lara's cunt with her liquid fingers.  Lara shuddered hoarsely, her body rocked against Aspen at the initial shock of the cool fingers entering her smouldering vagina.  Her pelvis shuddered as Aspen plowed her fingers deeper into Lara's belly, filling Lara's womb with an unnatural chill. Lara gripped Aspen's firm shoulders for support, her lips panting as she jerked her body against Aspen's watery fingers.  The cool sensation that filled her fucktunnel was unlike anything Lara had ever felt, an indescribable lust flooded her brain as her pussy went numb.  The British woman spread apart her legs further, opening her labia wider to accomodate Aspen's probing fingers, her muscles beginning to stiffen as she neared climax.  Lara, her lips panting desperately with lust and her nipples aching, kissed Aspen desperately on the mouth.  The two women frenched, their tongues embracing with a lustful energy that matched the intensity of Lara's and Aspen's mutual desire.  Lara broke off the voracious kiss and leaned back as she stiffened, sending her tits into Aspen's face as she climaxed.  Aspen felt the warm nectar of Lara's cunt flow through her watery fingers, relishing in the heat the liquid radiated.  Lara, her mouth wide open and gasping as her pussy continued gushing, lowered herself onto Aspen's lap so the two women were at eye level with each other.  They kissed lewdly again for a few moments before resuming Aspen's bath, together.

After the hot bath, which took an hour due to their constant carnal indulgences, the two women found their relentless sexual hungers still rampant, which brought them into the bedroom.  After quickly drying off, Aspen and Lara dove playfully onto the bed, their naked, curvacious bodies clean and smelling fresh, the scent of their previous orgasms completely washed away and replaced with shampoo and soap.  Aspen laid down on the bed, looking at Lara with a lecherous gaze.

"Suck my clit." begged Aspen, her womanhood yearning to be touched.

"Are you sure?" asked Lara, not wishing to cause anymore abuse on her battered pussy.

"Please." whispered Aspen, leaning back and spreading her legs.  The sight and intoxicating aroma of Aspen's dark-haired womanhood was too much for Lara, who knelt between Aspen's thighs immediately.  Brushing at it gently for a moment with her fingers, she spread apart Aspen's lips, digging her fingers into her hot void.  Aspen rolled her head slowly as her body writhed in sync with the pleasure she felt flowing through her veins.  Lara inhaled the musky scent of Aspen's heady cunt, licking her lips with hunger as the aroma flooded her brain with bliss.  Unable to restrain herself, she dove into it, fastening her lips around the pink slit while her tongue snaked deep into Aspen's womanhood.  Aspen screamed in rapturous pain, her pussy flaring as Lara's tongue probed her sore fucktunnel.  Everytime Lara's slick muscle carressed the hot interior walls of Aspen's vagina, the resulting pleasure was accompanied by an equal amount of pain.  Aspen thrashed against the bed, her body undulating with the sexual ecstacy while her lips screamed out the pain.  She gripped the headboard behind her for support, the metal frame began creaking with her wild bucking.  Aspen squeezed her thighs around Lara's head impulsively, her pussy never wanting to yield Lara's tongue out of it's dark, hungry void.  Lara sucked loudly on Aspen's genitals, Aspen's labia throbbed intensely with lewd heat.  Lara gripped Aspen's smooth ass cheeks, caressing the smooth flesh and spreading them apart, opening Aspen's clit wider for Lara's mouth.  Aspen's screams grew louder, her vagina full of Lara's tongue as she thrashed about.  Aspen began gasping as she felt her insides tighten around Lara's probing muscle, her tits heaving with her heavy breaths.  With a loud scream Aspen orgasmed, the first orgasm that she was able to truly enjoy for a long time, the first one in many days that was not caused by a rapist.  Her back stiffened and her tits flopped lusciously as she shivered.  The dark haired woman smiled, pure, blissful ecstacy sang in her body, erasing all the pain that tingled within her pussy.  Aspen felt the wonderful, hot pleasure of her cream flowing out of her pussy and the forbidden indulgence of Lara drinking directly from her womanhood.

The tanned woman panted non-stop, even long after Lara dried out her cum reserves to emerge from between her legs.  Aspen felt her pussy feel tragically empty as Lara removed her tongue from her aching clit.  Lara licked her lips and swallowed the last of Aspen's love-honey saliciously.  The two beautiful women gazed at each other, both panting desperately while their eyes were mesmerized by each other's perfect tits heaving in unison. "The Chinese food is getting cold." said Lara, looking intently on the sweat that shined on Aspen's nipples like sweet wine.

"Who gives a fuck?" replied Aspen with a whisper, a desperate need to taste Lara's tongue raged inside her.

"I don't." said Lara, before the two women unleashed their wild passions on each other.

Caitlin Fairchild moaned loudly through her ball gag, her gorgeous green eyes covered in a black blindfold.  Tears of ecstasy and pain leaked through the dark fabric while her hair was matted with sweat.  Her body rocked violently as Sebastien thrust himself over and over into her battered pussy.  His pushes grew faster in tempo, her weakened body moaned with each thrust, her head tilted back as drool spilled around the corners of her mouth.  Sebastien grippped the back of her thighs, raising her cunt against his pelvis in a pattern that matched his own stabbing motions.  Sebastien fastened his mouth on her right tit-orb, sucking on her luscious nipple in sync with his thrusts, biting down when he ejaculated.  Biting down on the salty red ball, Caitlin orgasmed, ferocious bliss ripped through her sensual frame as Sebastien's member pumped it's hot seed into her womb.  The chains above her head strained to keep her quivering arms from flailing with her pleasure spasms.  The dark man grunted as he emptied his load into his Caitlin, having done so non-stop since he re-acquired her several hours previous.  He stroked her bound face, which laid dormantly without displaying any emotion through the gag and blindfold.  His months of pent-up lust for her, which began with her impregnation for the botched Demon Mother prophecy, was far from sated.  A sigh did escape his lips however, even his ravenous demonic stamina felt drained.  He took another look at Caitlin's dripping form, lying chained to the table and rolling slowly in her bonds.  He knew this would not be the end of their coupling.  He had several new devices and techniques he wished to ravage her with.  Caitlin's wriggling in her bonds and her blissful moaning suggested to him that she was still hungry for more of his prurient acts.  The demon man smiled, knowing she was his once again, body and soul.

The telephone rang through the large hotel room, awakening it's two gorgeous female inhabitants.  Lara moaned to consciousness, with Aspen Matthews currently cradled at her soft, naked bosom.  Aspen nodded herself awake, the phone's ringing hammering her brain with it's volume.  Lara stretched her muscles, exhausted from the previous night of lesbian sex, and answered the phone.  "Hello?" she said, her mouth sticky with morning breath.  "Yes.  Really?!" she said, her face suddenly lighting up with excitement.  "Send it up immediately.  Thanks.  Bye."  Lara hurriedly hung up the phone and sprang out of bed, leaving Aspen puzzled.

"What's going on?" asked Aspen, her body posed sensuously on the sheets while her naked tits dangled beneath her.

Lara spoke while hurriedly putting on her robe.  "My equipment from London has arrived."  The British woman barely had enough time to straighten her messy hair when the knocking started at her door.  Lara was about to run and answer, when she turned to Aspen suddenly.  Aspen only looked at her puzzled for a moment, and then realized what Lara wanted.  She nodded and smiled before rolling her naked self under the covers.

Lara nodded in approval and answered the door.  Aspen peeked from under the blankets, and saw the delivery boy roll a dolly into the room with a crate large enough for a washing machine sitting atop it.  He barely breached the portal before depositing  it on the ground, accepting his tip from Lara before leaving.  Lara locked the door behind him and pried the crate open with a crowbar the delivery boy had left her.  Aspen emerged from beneath the blankets, modestly holding a white bedsheet to cover her slender form to see what Lara had received.

"What is it Lara?" Aspen asked, watching the British woman tear into the crate.

"Something I had to sneak into the border, and something I couldn't buy here without a mountain of paperwork I would rather not touch." Lara replied as she pulled the lid off.

Aspen peered over the edge.  "Ahhh..." she said in acknowledgement as she saw the carefully stacked pile of guns inside.  Lara pulled out a pair of Berettas and checked them, the satisfying click reverberated through the room as they were found fully loaded.  The marine biologist stood sheepishly as Lara unloaded weapon after weapon, which ranged from small pistols to large assault rifles.  Lara looked confident and ready to use them on Sebastien and his crew if necessary.  Finally, after she resisted her better judgement, Aspen said, "Lara, I want to help you."

Lara paused in the middle of loading an Uzi with a fresh clip.  She finished sliding the magazine in place and spoke.  "Aspen, are you sure?  I would say no, but...I'll admit, I can use all the help I can get."

"Why didn't you let Caitlin come with you when you came to rescue me?" asked Aspen as she realized the fact.

"Aspen love, please.  It's not that I didn't want you back.  It's just that...." Lara paused, causing Aspen to glare at the tomb raider, "I...Caitlin was just too disturbed about Sebastien.  Even right before we went to find Sara, she was haunted by him.  I, had this feeling if she came with me she might get confused or seduced again by Sebastien."  Lara's eyes narrowed in rage as she mentioned his name.  "That twisted fuck," she whispered angrily, "I'm gonna enjoy popping a bunch of these into his brain." Lara said as she snapped another magazine into her next Uzi.  Returning to Aspen, Lara said, "Look, maybe you shouldn't come.  I know you're still a bit...emotional about that place.  And I know that's putting it lightly."

The tanned woman paused, pondering Lara's words and found they spoke true.  "I want to make it up to you Lara.  And to prove I'm not just a slut." she finally responded with resolve in her voice.

"I never said you were."

"No, I mean to myself." replied Aspen sternly as she picked up a Beretta Border Marshal and snapped a fresh cartridge into it's handle.  "Let's get Caitlin back."

The heavy stone door opened with a loud groan, and the dark man Reaver stepped inside.  The air in the large chamber reeked of sex and sweat, an aroma the evil man inhaled deeply with relish.  A sensual melody of moans and grunts accompanied the erotic stench.  In the center of the chamber was the source, Sara Pezinni.  Lying naked on a black altar, Sara was bound to the stone in a black web created by her corrupted Witchblade gauntlet.  One large tentacle that formed from her hand was lodged deep in her pussy, continuously thrusting and pumping her womb full of dark seed.  Reaver looked carefully at Sara's heaving belly, she was beginning to swell with an unborn child.

Grinning with satisfaction, Reaver stroked Sara's bellybutton with the back of his hand.  He stood still for a moment, mesmerized at her beautiful face.  Her eyes were shut in ecstasy while her thick, sensual lips continually gasped and panted.  Thin tendrils from the Witchblade slithered over her body, caressing her nipples and buttocks.  Her naked, sweaty frame quivered and writhed endlessly with rapture as the Witchblade continued it's powerful thrusts.  Reaver grinned as he watched her orgasm, her body denied the freedom to thrash in pleasure as the unyielding bonds held her down.  Her pussy leaked with a trickle of honey, which the Witchblade instantly absorbed into it's black matter.  "Ahh...so the almighty Witchblade has finally fallen victim to lust." gloated Reaver.  "I don't blame you.  Sara is truly a goddess.  She is perfect to be the Demon Mother."

Reaver's eyebrow raised as he heard something from beneath Sara's panting.  It was a soft whisper.  "Sara?  Are you trying to say something?" he asked, surprised and curious.  He leaned closely against Sara's mouth, his ear directly above her quivering lips.  "Fuck off." she softly said.

Reave's brow creased in confusion, when Sara raised her gauntlet clad hand and pressed it against Reaver's chest.  Reaver looked down at her hand and couldn't even raise his eyebrows in surprise when the Witchblade exploded with flame.  The dark man was sent flying backward, his body burning with intense flames.  He frantically ran about, pain directing his movements.  Weakly, Sara ordered the Witchblade to retract it's web.  It refused.  Sara promised her lecherous weapon it could have her body for it's ravaging an entire night after this was all done, if only it would listen to her.  The gauntlet sent a signal of agreement to Sara's brain and undid the web, retracting it's probing tentacle from her pussy with a loud slurping sound.  Sara felt trouble moving her legs, her body having grown used to something probing her vagina.  Forcing herself to get up, she staggered to the open door and with whatever remained her drained strength, closed it behind her and ran into the darkness.

Reaver patted out the last of the flames on his body, his flesh now scarred and burned severely.  Snarling softly in anger at his disfigurement, he exploded with rage as he saw the empty pillar before him.  Pounding his fist onto the dark stone, he cracked it, screaming an inhuman roar that echoed through the immense room.

"You can't run Sara!" Reaver's voice echoed through the catacombs.  Sara continued to run frantically anyway as she clutched her heavy belly, which slowed her to a fast walk.  As she turned a corner, a surge of pain erupted from her womb.  Sara gritted her teeth and fell to the ground, holding her swollen stomach gently.

"Oh god," she thought as the pain began to subside, "I have to get out of here."  Sara forced herself to her feet and shuffled into the catacombs, unsure but hopeful of where they would take her.

THE END