By Bernie

Aspen Matthews eased herself into the soft armchair, one of many posh furnishings that adorned her hotel room.  Aspen was clad in blue jeans and a black, sleeveless shirt with a v-neck and a cut-off point above her bellybutton.  The gorgeous tanned woman fingered the television remote in her right hand and pressed the power button, hoping something good would be on tonight.  Program after program flashed before her eyes as she impatiently pressed the channel scrolling button over and over, nothing catching her attention for longer than a few seconds.  She sighed, envious of Lara Croft and Caitlin Fairchild who were staying in the next room, accessible by a single door that connected them.  Lara and Caitlin were lovers who had resolved their recent tension, and now they were back together, engaging in more ardent pleasures than ever.  Aspen heaved another heavy sigh as she thought about Sara Pezinni, her partner in indulgences of the flesh.  Sara had disappeared, and nobody knew where to even start looking for her.  Worst of all, the last time Aspen saw her, Sara seemed to spurn her love as nothing but emotionless sexual distractions.  A blow was struck on Aspen's heart that had yet to recover.  She turned off the TV, and slumped back in her chair, trying to relax.

"Mmmm....getting horny I see." a voice echoed through Aspen's head.

The tanned woman snapped to attention, turning her head towards the bed, where Jean Grey laid atop it.  A gray tank top and black panties were the only articles of clothing covering her slender body.  Her hands were bound with handcuffs to the headboard while her fiery red locks splayed behind her like a cloak.  She writhed sensuously against the sheets, rubbing her bare legs together alluringly, despondent at the fact she couldn't pleasure her burning snatch.  "Stop that." demanded Aspen tersely.

"Stop what?" thought Jean in an innocent tone, sending her voice telepathically to Aspen's brain.

"You know what I mean bitch." snapped Aspen, her patience dwindling.  "Stop it."

"Alright," replied Jean with her voice, a smile curling on her beautiful face, "I just wanted to cheer you up, sexy."

Aspen replied in a curt voice, "You are not going to touch me."

"Oh, and why did you bring me to your room and handcuff me to the bed?" asked Jean as she slinked against the blankets.

"Because I think Lara and Caitlin deserve some time alone.  And we can't let you go yet.  You're still randy as a bitch in heat.  We will help you get back to normal."

"I am normal.  I've never felt more normal in my life."

"How can you say that?!" yelled Aspen.

"All my life, these powerful sexual desires gathered in my mind.  I think it's a side effect of being a mind-reader.  Every mind I read I would subconsciously pick up people's dark fantasies, and I would repress them if I ever remembered them.  Now, after Sebastien..." Jean shuddered with bliss at the mention of his name, "...raped me, I am able to face them.  And I loved them.  Remember how I seduced you and Sara and.."

"Yes." Aspen interrupted angrily.  "Now shut up.  I know we can help you control this.  You were once under control..."

"That Jean is dead." Jean replied in a calm voice.  "I'm the only Jean left, and I want some love." she purred.

"Fuck off." the dark-haired woman replied, sitting down once again.

Jean was taken aback by Aspen's curse, then the psychic redhead smiled as a realization came to her.  "You know what I think?"

"What?" asked Aspen in a curt voice, her gaze focused away from the redhead.

"I think you WANT to fuck me."

Aspen slowly turned her glare towards Jean, infuriated at such a ribald accusation.  "I am NEVER going to fuck you." she spat, before turning the TV back on and drowning out the psychic girl's voice.

Jean smiled and closed her eyes, focusing her telepathic powers.  Aspen felt something strange in her head, almost like a dizziness, which was when she realized what it was.  "Stop it Jean." she demanded to the redhead, who did not relent.  "Get out of my mi..."

One of Aspen's memories arose from the depths of her brain to vividly display itself, replaying exactly as Aspen remembered it.

Aspen Matthews and Sara Pezinni were sitting in Sara's apartment, both of them sharing their third bottle of hard liquor.  Their faces were red and their speech was slurred as they drank, over half their current bottle was already consumed.

"Sara?" Aspen asked her lover in a drunken slur.

"Yeah?"

"How about giving me a lap dance?" the tanned woman inquired, her mind clouded with alcoholic reverie.

"Mmm...kay." Sara replied through her latest swig from the bottle.  The burnette put the bottle down and stood in front of Aspen.  She placed her hands on her round hips and gyrated them in a sensual rhythm, as if dancing to a mute beat.  Aspen leaned back in her seat, smiling with satisfaction and drunken nirvana.  Sara slowly undid her belt buckle, pausing for a moment before quickly yanking it off her jeans.  Sara spun the leather strap around in the air a few times, putting it around her waist like a boa, and then enveloping Aspen's head in it, pulling her forward slightly to kiss her slowly on the forehead.  Sara let go of the belt and threw it aside.  Sara, her body rippling with erotic undulations, undid the top button on her blouse, followed by the second, and the third.  Soon, her shirt was completely open, exposing her slender torso and bra-clad tits.  Sara briskly threw off her shirt, putting her arms above her head and interlocking them.  She swung her hips seductively at Aspen, thrusting her chest out, her bra straining to confine her luscious, heaving breasts.  Her sexy body gyrated in a variety of tantalizing poses for Aspen's eyes, the dark-haired woman's mouth hung open with lust.

Sara's smooth skin grew hot from the combination of alcohol and the excitement of being gawked at.  She teased the waistband of her jeans, jerking them on and off her round hips, giving Aspen short, but sweet glimpses of her panties.  Aspen spread her legs apart, the heat between her thighs beginning to throb as Sara finally dropped her pants. The burnette woman threw her head back, tossing her long, silky locks into the air.  She mounted Aspen's lap, continuing to slink sensuously against her lover's form, their voluptuous bodies fitting against each other like second skins.  The heat that radiated from their bodies smouldered between them, as if welding them together with lust.

"Oh yes..." whispered Aspen back in reality, squirming in her seat.  Her left hand went down her plunging v-neck to massage her ample bosom while her right reached to the waistband of her jeans.

Sara finally acted upon the prurient longings that stirred in her sex.  The detective thrust her enormous tits into Aspen's face, the bra that confined them a prison the detective wanted to be ripped off.  Aspen gently unhooked the garment from behind, Sara gasping with relief as her round tits wobbled free, her nipples throbbing atop the mounds of hot flesh.  Aspen closed her eyes and blindly nuzzled her face in the valley of Sara's bosom, her hands roving over the Witchblade wearer's tits and body with a delicate, deft touch.  Her tongue flicked out from between her lips, savoringly licking the policewoman's succulent breasts in various places.  Sara moaned, placing her hands on Aspen's hips and tugging at the tight cropped t-shirt that enveloped her torso.  Aspen lifted her arms as Sara pulled the shirt over her head, allowing Sara access to her lover's chest.  Sara ran her hands slowly over Aspen's body, sliding her hands under the dark haired woman's bra to carress her soft breasts.  Aspen continued to lick the deep crevice between Sara's tits, indulging in the delicious, warm flesh.  Sara picked up the bottle of liquor and guzzled the liquid down her throat, letting it overflow down her chin and over her breasts.  Sara ceased drinking and leaned forward slightly, hanging and swaying her tits alluringly to Aspen as they glistened with alcohol.  The hedonistic woman latched her mouth onto Sara's right breast, her mouth filled with hot meat and a hard nipple.  The lovers moaned as Aspen feasted on Sara's mammary, the dark haired woman's tongue burning as she savoringly drank the liquor off her lover's sweet flesh.  Sara gasped in pleasure, wrapping her arms around Aspen's neck and mashing her tits into her face.  She bit her red lips to stifle her growing moans as she surrendered her body to her lover's ravenous tongue.  Aspen bit down gently on the salty knob, flicking it over and over with her tongue.  Sara cried out rapturously, shoving her chest against Aspen's face in a rapid tempo.  Aspen moved to her left tit, licking and suckling on the luscious mound until it gleamed with warm drool.

Sara elevated herself, raising her warm crotch to Aspen's face.  The policewoman put her hands on the back of the sofa behind Aspen's shoulders, her pelvis trembling before her lover's mouth.  Aspen pulled down Sara's panties, the scent of female musk immediately exploded into Aspen's nostrils.  The tanned woman tentatively licked Sara's pussy, slowly enveloping her vulva into her mouth.  Sara writhed against Aspen, immediately pumping her crotch erotically while her hands clenched tighter around the sofa.  The brown-haired woman spread her legs apart, giving her lover full access to her throbbing cunt.  Aspen buried her face in Sara's brown pubic hair, her nose and tongue disappearing into the hot entrance of Sara's fucktunnel.  The strong, heady scent of Sara's womanhood flooded Aspen's nose and brain with a numbing pleasure, making her tongue snake out harder and deeper into the clenching love hole.  Sara's crotch grew hotter, her lips and hips trembling as she felt an orgasm rising within her womb.  Aspen gripped Sara's shapely pelvis and pulled her crotch tighter against her probing tongue, Sara's torso began to wobble with powerful rapture.  Sara's loud moans grew in intensity, filling the roam with her sensual voice until she screamed with an orgasm, a torrent of honey gushed out of her pussy into Aspen's face.  Aspen lapped up whatever sweet fluid she could with relish while the rest of it splattered across her face.  Sara shuddered against Aspen, revelling in the harsh sucking motions her lover ravaged on her cunt.

Back in reality, Aspen gasped heavily in her seat, the her tits quivering and her vagina oozing with lust.  Her mouth drooled at the memories of Sara's cream, her tongue licking her lips constantly with hunger.  She looked at her honey-stained hand and hastily cleaned it off with her lips.  The dark-haired woman looked at Jean, a sinister smile was plastered on her face as she gyrated her pelvis, her panties beginning to slip off her round hips.  Aspen felt her loins rage with prurience, her gaze locked on Jean's meretricious, sensual body.  "C'mon.  Indulge yourself." Jean's psychic seductions echoed through Aspen's brain.  The tanned woman stepped up to the bed, and stood for a moment, gawking at Jean, who smiled at Aspen with a lewd satisfaction that she had broken her.  Aspen slowly shrugged off her shirt, revealing her magnificent bosom to Jean, while the open zipper on her jeans already displayed her juicy snatch. "Ohhh...yeah baby.  Shake those tits."  Aspen, in a lust-induced trance, hopped slightly, her tits jiggled unrestrained for a few moments before coming to a stop. "How about some of that sweet pussy of yours?"

The tanned woman felt her hands guided by her urges as they lowered her jeans, the material sliding off her round hips to bunch up at her ankles.  Her sticky panties hung flimsily off her left hip, the other side dangled below her pubic line.  "Take it off bitch.  Let me make you gush with honey."  Jean licked her lips savoringly before Aspen.

"No...no!!" Aspen screamed in her mind, fed up with being raped and seduced.  She dove into the next hotel room with nothing on but her black panties that hung lop-sided on her pelvis.  She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, panting with relief that she had overpowered Jean's attempt.

Caitlin Fairchild awoke to the loud slamming sound, and the tall redhead turned in response.  "What's going on here?  Aspen?"

The marine biologist looked at Caitlin, her ravishingly beautiful face with it's look of concern became her focus.  Her body, which she knew was beyond description, laid covered by a blanket and a white slip nightgown.  Aspen slipped off her panties dove onto the bed.  Without speaking she buried her slender form underneath the blanket and rolled on top of Caitlin.  The tall redhead was surprised, but smiled as she sensed her lover's intentions.  Caitlin slowly went limp, spreading her legs apart as Aspen leaned against her.  Aspen slowly kissed Caitlin's long neck as she slid her right hand to the redhead's crotch.  Cat moaned softly as Aspen kissed and licked the creamy flesh of her shoulders, her moan ascending to a sharp, quick gasp as Aspen lifted the bottom of her gown and began vigorously massaging her red pussy bush.  Caitlin bit her lip in ecstacy as Aspen fondled her vulva, digging her fingers deeper into her fuckchannel while slowly pinching her fleshy labia lips.  Aspen's other hand energetically skittered across the tall girl's lush figure.  The tanned woman leaned forward and kissed Caitlin's lips, the redhead accepted her warmly.  The two moaned softly as they frenched, their tongues penetrated each other's lips to carress the slick insides of each other's mouth.  Aspen's hands continued to run over her lover's hot, smooth skin, her right slid probing fingers into Caitlin's quivering cunt.  Caitlin gasped sharply into Aspen's mouth, pausing only momentarily before resuming lick her lover's tongue.  Aspen slowly stabbed her fingers up her pink slit, carressing Caitlin's pussy lips savoringly as her digits became lubricated with honey.

Aspen moved out of the sensual kiss, her dark hair falling across her face as she slinked erotically down Caitlin's body. Their tongues parted slowly, a stream of saliva connected them for a few moments before it snapped.  Caitlin raised her torso off the bed and lifted her gown off, leaving her naked beneath Aspen.  Aspen licked down Caitlin's neck, and placed her palms on the tall girl's huge tits.  Aspen fondled the mammaries roughly, Caitlin purred as her nipples hardened against the tanned woman's palms.  Aspen licked the tender, smooth undersides of Caitlin's tit orbs while her thumbs carressed her elongated nipples, causing the redhead to quiver with bliss, prompting her to place her hands on Aspen's, fondling her tits in unison with her lover.  She licked her way down to Caitlin's cunt, already moist with juices.  The marine biologist slid her hands to Caitln's round ass, carressing her smooth cheeks as she licked Caitlin's pussy, intially with gentle force, but later with more insistence, to the point where she lapped desperately at Caitlin's vaginal lips.  Caitlin's pelvis pumped erotically as she thrust her cunt wantonly on Aspen's sucking mouth, the redhead gasping hoarsely as she felt the tanned woman drive herself deeper into her fuckhole.  Aspen's slimy tongue slid deeply into Caitlin's uterus, her licentious muscle carressed and stroked hot, fleshy walls until Caitlin bucked wildly beneath her, a scream escaping her lips as streams of honey flowed onto Aspen's waiting mouth.

As Aspen drank lecherously from Cat's vagina, the redhead twitched and cooed with rapture.  Aspen pulled her head from between Caitlin's thighs, her mouth dribbling with cum as she crawled forward, then lowered her head to kiss Caitlin passionately on the mouth yet again.  Caitlin hungrily drank Aspen's spit, which tasted heavily of her own juices.  The redhead and dark-haired woman sucked ardently on each other's lips, entwining their tongues yet again in a concupiscent coupling.  Their kiss was broken off as Aspen raised her torso, offering her voluptuous breasts to Caitlin.  The redhead licked and sucked on the tanned woman's tits, gently biting down on each of her erect nipples.  Aspen moaned with pleasure, her pelvis grinded against Caitlin as her body twitched with pleasure.

Caitlin ate into Aspen's bosom until the marine biologist's breasts were sore and dripping with her spit.  Aspen spun around after she revelled for a moment in the intense throbbing sesations her chewed nipples radiated.  She exposed her dripping slit to Caitlin, spreading her legs apart as she hovered her pelvis over Caitlin's head, her love juices begining to drip onto the redhead's face.  Caitlin's ambroisial clit stood before Aspen's eager mouth, but the tall girl's frame separated it from her tongue by mere inches.  Aspen dipped her crotch down, slamming it gently into Caitlin's mouth.  The voracious redhead gripped Aspen's thighs and spread them apart, her scarlet-maned head now flanked on both sides by smooth tanned legs.

The dark haired woman moaned heavily, her hands passionately stroked Caitlin's smooth thighs while her tongue madly licked her smooth stomach.  Aspen, her body raging with lust, plunged her right hand into Caitlin's slit.  Caitlin and Aspen gasped in unison as they pleasured each other's pussies.  Aspen laid her head against Caitlin's firm tummy, her eyes closed with bliss and her tongue licking her lover's skin wantonly.  Caitlin gripped Aspen's smooth thighs as lust overpowered her, prompting her to stroke them as she ate into her lover's womanhood.

Their sensual moans filled the hotel room as they writhed their sweat-slick bodies against each other, their limbs and tongues constantly shaking and entwining as the lovers pleasured each other with relentless passion in various positions.  Aspen was eventually humping Caitlin's fingers, the tanned woman crouching across Caitlin's abdomen while the redhead plunged her hand wetly into her pistoning snatch.  Aspen's hands rested on Caitlin's sweaty tits as her lungs burned for air, a climax ready to erupt within her loins and shower her with rapture.

Lara Croft entered the room as Aspen's immense orgasm hit it's peak.  Aspen stiffened, her back arching as warm honey gushed out of her vagina, spilling across Caitlin's torso and dripping to stain the sheets beneath them.  The British woman was initially shocked, but later aroused.  "Getting started without me?" she asked her lovers playfully.

"No," panted Aspen as she turned to acknowledge Lara, "it's not what you think.  Sorry Lara, but, this is different."  The marine biologist fell against Caitlin as she finished her sentence.   "I'm sorry." said Aspen as she laid panting in Caitlin's arms, the tall redhead stroking the tanned woman's lovely face.  Their massive bosoms laid crushed upon each other, fused with their body heat and sweat.

"Sorry for what?  That was amazing." gasped Caitlin, her body soaked and throbbing with satisfaction.

"I'm sorry for coming onto you like that."

"Aspen, it's okay.  We're all lovers here remember?"

"Yeah, I know we all love each other, but, I did it because Jean tried to seduce me." admitted Aspen, responding to Caitlin's comment.

"What?" gasped Caitlin and Lara in unison.

"She used her psychic powers to bring up some memory of me and Sara.  It made me so hot, I wanted to fuck someone so bad.  Jean almost had me, but I was able to break free."

"Good." said Lara.

"No," Aspen hastily interrupted, "but I still had to fuck badly.  It was like she unleashed all this lust in me.  She could do it again.  She could do it now for all I know.  She's powerful Caitlin."

Lara paused, pondering Aspen's words.  "If Jean's mind is that strong, you think it could locate Sara?"

Aspen stood silent in Caitlin's arms, her mind lingering on the British woman's suggestion.  "I never thought of it.  I once made her transmit a message to you two."

"Oh, is that what it was." interrupted Caitlin, recalling the transmission vividly.

"Yes." said Aspen, responding to Caitlin.  "Maybe, we can make Jean look for Sara, scan for her mind."  Aspen rolled off Caitlin's body and went to the room's closet, producing a clean white bra and panties.  The slender young woman placed the garments over her ample bosom and pelvis, modestly covering her private regions.  She then covered her body with a white silk robe than hung on door, closing the front with the belt around her waist.  "Let's go talk to her." Aspen said.

Jean relaxed happily on the bed, her pelvis still twitching with hunger.  Her constant writhing had forced her panties down, now her moist snatch was cooled by the air, providing the redhead with a small amount of bliss.  Suddenly the door across the room opened, Aspen Matthews and Caitlin Fairchild entered, both clad in similar silk robes.  "Hello." said Jean playfully.  "Are you here because you need me to look for Sara?"

"How did you...oh wait...you can read minds.  Right." said Caitlin.

"Look you cum sack." said Aspen harshly, pointing a stern finger at Jean.  "You do as I say."

"Ooohhh..or else what?"

Aspen walked up to the mutant girl's bedside, standing for a moment, looking at Jean's smirking face.  Aspen brought her hand down on Jean's right cheek.  Jean reeled a bit from the slap, but turned back with a smile.  "I like it rough." she said.

The tanned woman fumed as she formed a fist.  Lara Croft quickly gripped her wrist and restrained her first punch.  "That's enough Aspen." the tomb raider said.  "What do we have to do to get you to help us?" she asked Jean.

Aspen turned towards Lara as she finished her question.  "What do you think?  This fucking bitch just wants us to fuck her!  That's all she cares about!"

"I guess I'm not the only one able to read minds." purred Jean, slinking her body towards Aspen.  "So, how about you, Lara, Caitlin, and me?"

"All right." replied Lara, who interrupted Aspen.  Aspen turned to her lover, a shocked look on her face.  Lara motioned with her head to the other room, signalling Aspen to follow her there.  The marine biologist stormed behind Lara, a burning question on her mind.

"What are you doing?!" she yelled.  "We're just going to give in to her?!"

"Aspen," sighed Lara, "sometimes, we just have to do what we have to do."

"Look, you may not have a problem using your body to get what you want, but I do."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Lara asked sternly.

"That's not what I meant." Aspen hastily replied.  The archaeologist continued to stare at Aspen with a cold look.  Aspen lowered her head shamefully, "I'm sorry.  You're right."

"Then, we'll have to do it." said Lara, putting her right hand on Aspen's shoulder.  "We'll get Sara back.  I promise love."  Lara said before kissing Aspen gently on the lips.  Aspen kissed back, once again enamored and envious of Lara's irrepressible strength of character.

Lara and Aspen returned to the bedroom with Jean and Caitlin.  As Lara locked the doors, Aspen reluctantly began to undress, shrugging off the silk robe to reveal her lush, naked body.  Caitlin followed suit, her goddess-like figure radiated it's sexuality immediately, making Jean wet between the two gorgeous women standing naked before her.  Lara walked to the bed, undressing as she moved, landing on the bed completely naked.  Aspen and Caitlin stood by the bed, reluctant to climb aboard to pleasure the psychic girl.  Lara instantly dove onto Jean, entwining her long, smooth legs with hers.  Their tits pressed firmly against each others as Lara kissed Jean on the lips while embracing Jean's torso with her arms.  Aspen and Caitlin finally moved in, following their lover's lead.

Lara sucked softly on Jean's plush lips, gently at first, then grew more passionate with her wet tongue.  Jean moaned, her arms clenching in their bonds as she frenched with Lara, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths wantonly.  Lara slid her hands under the tank top Jean wore, and pulled it over her head.  She left it bunched around her wrists, further binding her body, leaving her to their ravages.

Caitlin reached from behind Lara, fondling and carressing her lover's large breasts with lustful enthusiasm as she licked the smooth flesh of the tomb raider's back.  Her fingers circled around Lara's nipples repeatedly until they were hard with arousal, then pinched the sensitive knobs excitedly, eliciting sensual moans of blissful agony from Lara's mouth.  Lara's eyes closed to slits as the two lovers grew hot together, their sensual bodies fusing with a mutual lust.

Aspen crawled to couple before her, and moved behind Caitlin to join in their fornication.  She licked her thick lips, and slid her head underneath Caitlin's pelvis, and began eagerly sucking on the redhead's labia folds.  Caitlin gasped sharply, cupping Lara's breasts tighter while straddling Aspen's face with her crotch.  Caitlin reached down Lara's torso with her right hand, her left still squeezing Lara's tits ardently.  Carressing her lover's brown bush for a moment, she then rammed it deep into her womanhood.  Lara groaned, her hands resting over Jean's soft tits, her slick crotch slapped against the redhead's, their labia smacking wetly together with every bounce.  Caitlin ran her finger around the folds of Lara's dripping pussy, gathering her moaning lover's honey until her fingers was coated in it.  She removed it from within Lara's void, and raised it to Lara's gaping mouth.  Lara immediately placed her lips over Caitlin's glistening finger, relishing in the taste of her own pussy juices.  She ravenously devoured the sticky honey, moaning with pleasure as she swallowed the delicious fluid.  She continued sucking wantonly on Caitlin's digit, wrapping her tongue around it while her lips clamped tightly, sealing it inside her hot mouth.

Caitlin panted softly as Lara sucked on her finger, her pussy growing wet with lust as Aspen carressed her fucktunnel with her tongue.  Aspen's hands roved over the redhead's body as she suckled.  Caitlin gasped, thrusting herself against Aspen's tongue, moaning with each push.  Her female juices trickled from her throbbing twat, staining Aspen's face and lips.  Aspen continued her tongue-fucking, sliding her slimy probe that pushed deeper inside, teasing Caitlin's cervix.  The redhead moaned, biting down on Lara's neck in an attempt to muffle her increasingly loud pleasure groans.  Lara shuddered, biting her lips as Caitlin gave her a hickey, her hands squeezing and pinching Jean's tits with excess lust until the mammaries grew red.  Jean glared at the three lovers before her, desperately wanting to be part of their activities, but the handcuffs denied her every attempt.

Lara screamed as Caitlin bit down with her teeth, the redhead moaning into Lara's flesh as she orgasmed.  Her back arched against Lara's, mashing her tits against her back.  Caitlin lost her mouth's firm grip on Lara's shoulder and screamed out the rest of her lust, her cunt excreting a gusher of honey into Aspen's ravenous mouth.  Aspen lapped up Caitln's honey hungrily, her cheeks taut as she swallowed every drop of the sweet fluid. She slowly rolled out from beneath Caitlin's ass, licking her lover's hot torso with a cum-coated tongue.  She ravenously fed on her smooth asscheeks, carressing them with her hands and licking her crack and flesh.  Caitlin panted loudly, Aspen finally slinked up to the redhead's shoulder blades while her slender hands cupped Caitlin's tits.  Lara turned around and kissed Caitlin on the lips, frenching with her lover, their tongues entwining lewdly.  Caitlin leaned back so Lara could suck on her heaving tits, currently being fondled by Aspen's roving hands.  Lara licked Cat's nipples as Aspen pinched them, the redhead's pussy grew hot with lust as her two lovers carressed and licked her naked torso.  Lara moved her hands down between her legs, where Jean's pussy lay.  She massaged her red haired cunt blindly as she continued to kiss Caitlin's chest.  "Oh god fuck me!" Jean screamed, her body burning and needful.  Lara crawled away from Caitlin to position herself at Jean's mouth.  She pressed her hands against the wall and pumped her ass over Jean's face.  The British woman panted loudly as the bed creaked, and Jean enveloped her cunt with her mouth. Lara's round tits heaved with effort as Jean suckled on her throbbing labia, ravenously devouring Lara's sex until it gushed, a torrent of honey escaping from between her lips.  Jean moaned around the mouthful of cunt as she voraciously drank from Lara's womanhood.  Lara's nails dug into the wallpaper as her body thrashed with the throes of an orgasm.  She leaned forward weakly, her body gleaming with sweat and heaving with sexual exhaustion.  The British woman fell to the side, leaving Jean's mouth empty of any female flesh.  Jean licked the remaining cum off her lips and smiled, closing her green eyes as she psychically transmitted her lust.

Aspen kissed Caitlin, the two beautiful women moaning as their tongues carressed each other lewdly.  Suddenly, Aspen's icy blue eyes snapped open as a spike of desire went off in her brain.  She crawled around Caitlin to face Jean, and found an immense, animal desire for the woman she despised.  "Give in." transmitted Jean as she sensed Aspen's resistance.  The lust-induced stupor that the mouthful of Caitlin's juices had put her into had clouded her mind, a thick fog of prurience blocking her thoughts.  She crouched at Jean's face, turning around so she could lean forward and eat Jean's throbbing pussy.  The two fastened their mouths on each others cunts and sucked energetically, both women felt the ravenous heat of tongues slithering up their fucktunnels.  Aspen gripped Jean's thighs, stroking them and pulling them further apart, her body undulating against Jean's, thrusting her crotch harder onto Jean's tongue while her head bobbed madly into Jean's enveloping cunt.  The two young women screamed out their lust in tandem, each of them shuddering long afterward as their bodies twitched with sexual release.  Jean continued licking Aspen's crotch, relishing in the tanned woman's musky scent and the velvety smooth flesh of her inner thighs.  Aspen found herself unable to dislodge her tongue from Jean's delicious, hot clit; while her hands continued roving over Jean's luscious legs.  Her brain was lost in a thick lustful haze, nothing else mattered but her relentless labido.

Caitlin was the next recipient of Jean's psychic aphrodesiac.  Caitlin rolled Aspen's sweaty form to the side, Jean gasped as she felt her cunt expel the marine biologist's slimy muscle.  Caitlin knelt at Jean's face, and buried her hands in Jean's rich, sweaty locks.  She pulled Jean's head against her crotch, the horny mind-reader instantly began devouring her red-haired snatch.  Cat thrust her pelvis against Jean in a constant humping motion in sync with her slamming of Jean's head.  The tall redhead panted, her tits dripping with sweat as Jean sucked on her cunt.  The warmth of Jean's tongue radiated across her massive frame, flooding her brain with ecstacy.  Her long limbs and luscious tits shook with excitement as she tensed, and her mouth expelled loud blissful screams as she came, her cunt throbbing as she released a furious stream of juices.  Caitlin continued thrusting against Jean, her brain pounded simultaneously by the orgasm and Jean's psychic powers, rendering her almost to the point of Sebastien's mindless slave.

The four women continued their orgy for hours, the purpose of their lewd activity temporarily forgotten as lust and Jean's malicious use of her powers reverted them to mindless sexual animals.

***

Lara Croft nodded to consciousness, awakening with her face still buried deep in Caitlin Fairchild's ample bosom.  The scent of sweat and female juices was like a heady ambroisia to the woman, but she did not linger on the bed.  She carefully stepped off, pulling her naked body from the tangle of erotic flesh that her and her lovers comprised.  She carefully snuck into her room, skillfully unlocking the door in silence.  The lithe, sensual burnette stepped over to the nearby beauty table, and using the moonlight as a guide, applied a thick coat of black lipstick to her pouty lips.  After smacking her lips to smooth the application, Lara slid on a pair of black panties over her hips.  Then, she pulled a dress out of the wardrobe, slinking her slender form into it's confines.  The black latex enveloped itself tightly around her form, her generous tits straining and heaving against it.  Her round buttocks were barely covered by it's length, leaving her entire, sleek legs exposed.  Lara adjusted the top of the dress to better carress her tits, her round shoulders completely bare.  The British woman picked up a pair of black pumps, tip-toeing out of the room before slipping them on in the carpeted hallway.  She walked hurriedly to the elevator, taking it several floors up to the one labelled 14, although Lara knew if one counted from the ground floor, it would be 13.

The elevator doors opened with the acknowledging sound of the bell, and the scantily clad woman stepped out.  She received some lewd looks from a young man waiting by the elevators, which Lara brushed off with a scoff.  The British woman walked to a door marked 1466 and knocked on it cautiously.  The door opened slowly the instant she stopped rapping, allowing her to enter.  The room was dimly lit, while the rooms thermostat was cranked very high, making Lara break out in a sweat despite her scant attire.  She cautiously walked through the large room, the silence that continued to permate her ears making her heart rate soar nervously.

Suddenly a hand grasped Lara by the waist.  It spun her around, pressing her chest against her captor.

"Lara." Sebastien growled, his breathing heavy and monstrous while the shadows enveloped his face.

Lara smiled, her black lips curling.  "Hello master, I missed you." she moaned as she carressed the devil's handsome face with her right hand.

***

Earlier that day
 

"This is a nice hotel room." commented Caitlin Fairchild as she sat on the luxurious bed.

"Yes, it is." said Lara, her hands deep in her suitcase, unpacking her clothes into a nearby closet.

"Why did we have to bring that redheaded woman with us?" asked Caitlin after a pause.

"Because I think we can help her.  She was once normal, until Sebastien turned her into a whore." replied Lara without hesitation as she continued unpacking.

"I don't know Lara, I told you how Sebastien just unleashes hidden desires." retorted Caitlin with concern.  "It may not be possible to get Jean to repress them again, especially since she's revelling in them."

"It's worth a fucking try okay?!" snapped Lara.

"Sorry." said Caitlin, surprised at Lara's sudden reaction.

The burnette sighed, "No, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have yelled."  Lara paused for a moment, still embarrassed at her outburst.  "I'm going for a jog.  Want to come?"

"No thanks." replied Caitlin.  "I'm tired.  I think I'll sleep."

"Alright.  See you later.  You and I still have catching up to do." said Lara with a wink as she stepped over to the wardrobe and got dressed.  She put on a white tanktop and black jogging pants, while a pair of brown sneakers covered her feet snugly.  The British woman stepped out of the hotel and jogged down to the stairs to the lobby before heading out into the street.  She jogged briskly down the streets, the lack of pedestrians gave the burnette more room to run freely.  Passing through a few more blocks, she reached a city park.  Lara jogged down the walking path, looking to her side as she ran alongside a stream.  Lara hummed to herself, the park was empty and quiet although the sun still shined with a fair bit of intensity.

"Hello Lara." a voice suddenly came from behind the jogging woman.

Lara turned slowly around, recognizing the voice but unwilling to believe it was who she thought it was.  The sight of Sebastien's grinning face convinced her, that she was right.

"Sebastien?!  You're.."

"Dead?  Almost, but not quite." said the devil.  "You underestimated my power.  It's a lucky thing that Caitlin ran out of bullets, or I would truly be dead."

"No!" exclaimed Lara as she stepped backwards in fear, her hips bare of the guns she normally carried.  Lara, far from defenseless, threw her fist into Sebastien's abdomen.  It knocked the wind out of the devil, bucking him over slightly.  "You're not as tough as you used to be." remarked Lara as she readied herself for a roundhouse kick.  Her foot went flying into Sebastien's face, smacking him across the cheek.  Lara recovered from the kick and stood in a fighting stance, while Sebastien pulled himself off the ground.  The demon man wiped a small drop of blood from his lip, which still curled in a sinister smile despite his defeat.

"What are you smiling at you fuck?!" snapped Lara, her tank top sticky with sweat from the humid weather and the previous tussle.  Her succulent, round tits heaved directly beneath the material, Lara had not restrained them in a sports bra.

Sebastien slowly stood up, brushed some dead grass from the sleeve of his dark suit, and sighed.  "You think that just because I'm weakened for the moment, you can win against me.  That's very amusing."

Lara gritted her teeth she propped her left foot firmly into the grass, while she readied her right for another kick.  Her leg whizzed through the air at lightning speed, her boot on a collision course with Sebastien's face.  The demon man stood perfectly still as the kick came at him, until the last second, when with an inhuman burst of speed, he caught Lara's foot, reducing her powerful kick to a slight tap on his cheek.  Before Lara could even open her eyes in surprise, Sebastien yanked her leg and swung her like bat into a large tree.  Lara's spine absorbed the brunt of the hit, which was with enough calculated force to weaken her without hurting her, permanantly.  Sebastien pulled Lara up by the long braid she wore, causing her to grimace in pain.  Sebastien looked her straight in the eyes, and then slammed her against the tree.  The dark man ran his finger between Lara's heaving breasts, the thin material of her tank top clung to her every curve.  Her nipples poked prominently towards him against the material, Lara shuddered as he pinched her left.  "I can tell Lara, you have a lot of hidden desires."

"No." moaned Lara hoarsely, vehemently resisting Sebastien's enchanting whispers.

Sebastien slowly moved his hand down to her pants, and pulled the simple elastic waistband down.  Sebastien dug his fingers into the waistband of Lara's panties, massaging her damp mound gently at first, gradually increasing his tempo as he continued his molestation.  "Let...go.....stop....." moaned Lara, who found herself growing wet despite her disapproval of his attentions.  The tomb raider could feel it, a strange feeling that began to permeate her brain.  She felt dark lust beginning to cloud her thoughts, her fingers twitched as the indescribable desires flowed through her nervous system.  She panted heavily against the tree, her massive tits heaving and oozing with sweat, the tank top now transparent with perspiration.  The devil slowly spread apart her pussy lips, and stuck a thick digit into her womanhood, carressing the slick interior walls with his finger tip as he slithered towards her womb.  Lara shuddered massively, Sebastien drove his finger in and out with a steady motion, her hips pumping unintentionally against him, the British woman was losing her body to the dark man's pleasures.  She desperately gripped the rough tree trunk for support, her arms raising above her head as she braced herself for the inevitable climax.

"Do you like it?" the devil asked.

"Hhhh...." Lara moaned, her lips unable to provide a clear answer.  "hhhh...." she tried to answer again before she orgasmed.  She laid limp against the tree as rivulets of cum escaped her void, drenching her panties and plastering the garment to her pelvis.  Sebastien pulled his fingers out from beneath her underwear, the panties snapping wetly against her cunt as he brought his hand to his mouth.  He licked the honey savoringly off his fingers, the devil relished in the taste of a new woman's lust.

"Answer me." Sebastien demanded harshly, pulling back on Lara's hair.

"Yes...." she answered, the British woman finally submitted to her dark desires.

***

"How is the plan going?" asked Sebastien, pushing a strand of loose hair out of Lara's angelic visage.

"We've just fucked Jean to find Reaver." replied Lara.  "Me, Aspen, and Caitlin will infiltrate his temple, weaken him, and rescue Sara.  And then you can come in on my signal.  Kill Reaver, and Sara will be yours.  That was so brilliant of you Master."

"Yes." smiled Sebastien, his right hand wandering to Lara's latex-clad ass.  "Jean always did have that use, I cannot search for minds I have never had an...intimate contact with.  Remember though, you must keep Aspen and Caitlin occupied.  I don't wish to expel more bullets out of my body.  It is a very taxing ordeal."

"Yes my master." Lara gasped, her skin burning as Sebastien reached under her skirt and carressed her asscheek, completely bare through the g-string panties she wore.

The devil fondled her left breast with his left hand, causing Lara to melt with bliss in his arms.  "I would love to enslave you all right now." he whispered in a monstrous voice.  "But my power is still too weak, and their will is too strong right now.  You Lara, had a weakness.  You have never experienced a demon's touch."

"Yes Master, I thank you infinitely for granting me the experience.  It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me." cried Lara, leaning her body against Sebastien's form.  The horny woman hooked her left leg around Sebastien's, their crotches pressing firmly against each other.

"Sara, Aspen and Caitlin will no doubt be drained by the time I arrive.  I will enslave them all so easily.  After you weaken Reaver, I will kill him, gaining his power by slaying him, as well as his temple and followers." boasted Sebastien, his fist clenching at the thought of the potential rewards.  "You will all be my sluts in the whorehell." Sebastien whispered.  "Only Caitlin will get the honor of being raped by me.  So consider yourself lucky I fucked you earlier."

"I am!" gasped Lara sharply, lifting her tight skirt to expose her pelvis.  The g-string panties rode up her ass while juices leaked from her twat.

"You wish to live in the whorehell don't you Lara Croft?  You wish to live on man's seed and be raped all day, even in your sleep?  For the rest of your life?" he whispered into Lara's left ear.

"Oh yes!" Lara whispered, her skin burning with lust as she looked up submissively at her master.  "Oh master!  Fuck me please!  I beg of you!!"

Sebastien looked at her beautiful visage, her lips quivered while her eyes welled with blissful tears.  The devil found himself unable to resist a request from a woman he had broken, and turned Lara around.  Lara stood still as Sebastien stepped back, the British woman tapped her toes and shook anxiously as every agonizing second ticked by.  "Take off your clothes." she finally heard her master speak.  Lara readily shook off her shoes, slid her lithe body out of the risque latex dress, and slipped off her moist panties.  She cooed as she felt her skin carressed by the gentle heat that filled the devil's room, her pussy tingled with anticipation.  Suddenly, Lara heard a strange bursting sound from behind her, and before she could even turn, several slimy tentacles gripped around her body.  Lara gasped in disgust, Sebastien used this window of opportunity to slide one of his tentacles down her throat.  Two of the slimy limbs carressed her tits, wrapping around the fleshy orbs tightly while the tips fondled her nipples with surprising dexterity.  One thick one with a large head slithered around her hip to carress her pussy gently, coating it with it's slime and stimulating her juices to the surface, lubricating her fuckhole.  Two more gripped her arms and two others gripped her ankles, lifting her slightly off the ground as Sebastien prepared to rape her helpless body.  Lara moaned around the thick meat in her mouth, her black lips carressing and sucking on Sebastien's member wantonly.

The British woman gasped loudly as she felt the tentacles at her ankles spread apart her thighs and the large tentacle shot into her newly opened pussy.  Non-stop muffled moans filled the room as Lara's throat and uterus became filled with slimy tentacles, both orafices violated with thrusting, obscene probes.  Sebastien stepped up directly behind Lara as he continued to bind her with his tentacles.  He removed his trousers, freeing his erect cock and mercilessly plunged into her bobbing asshole.  Lara screamed, biting down on the tentacle in her mouth, which had no effect on it's constant thrusting motions.  Lara's body hung limp in Sebastien's tentacled grip, all three of her orafices were being fucked at once.  Sebastien slammed her against the wall, his hands on her round hips, constantly skewering her ass with his demon prick.  The devil roved his hands roughly over Lara's smooth skin, raking her flesh with his nails before moving to her already abused tits.  He pulled and pinched on her nipples roughly as he smothered her body harder against the wall.  The demon's powerful thrusts on her anus, vulva and mouth made Lara's form undulate between his phallic limbs, as his thrusting members worked in a constant, machine-like pattern.  Lara found herself unconcerned over the abuse, her mind was too lost in the pleasure.  The infinite ecstacy of Sebastien's rape made Lara forget her inhibitions, only the hunger drove her soul.  Her body trembled like a quake as her sphincter tightened and her ravenous fuck tunnel clenched around their raping tentacles like vices.  Her pussy lips trembled as they enveloped Sebastien's meat tightly, the mouth-humping tentacle expanded and filled her maw.  Endless rivers of cum flowed into her ass and pussy at once, much of the purple ichor overflowing her orifices and drenching her firm, bare thighs.

Lara screamed, finally experiencing the hot seed of a devil.  She felt it flow through her womb, filling it with pure, animal rapture.  Her naked skin was slick with her sweat as Sebastien continued to maul her with his tentacles, her body limp like a marionette as Sebastien's tentacles guided her movements.   Her aching muscles began to throb lewdly as she approached a climax, one she knew would overwhelm her senses and take her to a new plane of pleasure.  Her wails echoed through the room as she came, her juices gushed freely and infinitely from her pussy.  Aroused by the intoxicating scent of fresh female secretions, Sebastien thrusted harder into her clit, his cock still pumping it's load into her womb.  The tentacle in her mouth pulled out as she felt it throb with life, just in time to shower her face and tits with purple seed.  Lara licked her lips hungrily, then nipped at the tentacle blindly, hungry for more of the jism that escaped it's tiny hole.

Sebastien grunted as his seed flowed over and over into Lara's limp body, filling her to the rim with demonic semen.  He retracted his tentacles and pulled out, leaving Lara a cum-splattered fuckdoll leaning against the wall, panting heavily with ecstacy.  He smiled as he put his clothes back on, watching Lara heave for air as he sensed that the tingling, the longing, still electrified her skin.

***

Sara Pezinni, naked and pregnant, continued to stagger aimlessly through the dark halls.  Her stamina was taxed severely and her knees shivered with every step.  The weight of her bloated stomach was getting too much for her depleted strength to support.  The police woman continued moving however, her will shaken but undefeated by the discovery that the temple she was in floated high above the ground.

The Witchblade began to crawl over her sweaty skin, hungry to pleasure in her flesh.  "No..." Sara commanded, finding it harder to control her crazed weapon as time continued to pass.  The weapon bombarded it's strong feelings of hunger into her brain, giving her a migrane.  "Stop it...stop it...I need to escape Reaver."  The Witchblade, acknowledging her predicament, began to tingle strongly against Sara's skin.  The cop paused, unfamiliar with this sensation but wary of it's meaning.  To her surprise, the Witchblade's former metal formation oozed out from beneath the black oil that coated her arm.  Sara realized the weapon's metamorphosis was a result of it's lust for her.  The weapon was assuming if she defeated Reaver, she would allow it's debauchery on her form.  Not willing to compromise her new advantage with a contradictory thought, Sara mentally thanked the Witchblade and coated her hand with metal talons.

"Alright Reaver." she whispered with stern resolve, the red gem on her palm glowing with power.  "I may be in pain, I may be the Demon Mother, but I am THROUGH," she accented angrily, "being your bitch."

THE END