By Bernie

Lara Croft stood on the large gym mat, wearing baggy sweat pants while her large breasts were firmly supported inside a sports bra.  The British archaeologist stretched her arms and legs, warming up for her workout.  Aspen Matthews, clad in a grey t-shirt and tight pants, was doing similar stretches, although she had no intention of working out as intensively as Lara was.  Aspen's focus was on making sure Lara wouldn't hurt herself, for she was still recovering from injuries that were inflicted upon her a few weeks ago.  Aspen watched her lover's fit body flex and strain as Lara warmed up, making Aspen moist in her panties.  "Let's begin." said Lara as she finished her warmup.  The British woman did a series of tumbles on the mat, sideways and forward, followed by two successive backflips, both of which landed with a gymnasts accuracy.  Aspen clapped as Lara landed her second jump, causing Lara to blush and raise her arms in a mock victory pose.  "How about flashing the crowd?" said Aspen playfully.  "Judges will give you a higher score!!"

Lara laughed and walked over to the next exercise, which was a series of ramps Lara had put up as her obstacle course.  "Maybe later," she said as she straightened her sports bra, the tumbling bunched up the garment at the top of her round breasts.  Lara stood at the first ramp, and put herself in a starting pose.  She counted to three mentally and ran off.  First Lara climbed the first ramp, which leveled off for a few feet before ending.  Lara jumped before she could fall off, her feet landing at on the next ramp.  Lara did not pause for a second as she ran down the second ramp and onto the third ramp, which was just like the second one except there was a longer distance between it and the next one.  Lara ran at top speed, trying not to let the incline slow her down.  As Lara's toes hit the edge she jumped and extended her arms, which allowed her to barely grip the edge of the next ramp.  Lara pulled herself up, putting a conscious effort to use only her arms instead of her legs.  She succeeded, and took a deep breath before running to the next exercise.  Lara turned right and ran towards the wall of the room, where a very tall ramp leaned parallel against the wall.  Lara stopped as she reached the edge and squatted for a moment before putting all her energy into her knees, springing her up to reach for the ramp's level plateau.  Lara succeeded, and shimmied sideways before she reached the ramps edge, and tried pulling herself up once again without using her legs.  Lara got her waist level with the ramp, and strained to get her legs up.  Lara gritted her teeth and her muscular arms became tense and shaky, threatening to give way and send Lara to the ground.  With much determination and effort however, Lara pulled herself up.  Taking a moment to breathe, Lara squatted down on the ramp, wiping the sweat from her forehead along with a stray strand of chestnut hair from her eyes.  Catching her breath, Lara jumped back down, landing on her feet but then lost her balance and fell down.  Aspen ran towards her as she hit the ground on her ass.

"How long was that?" asked Lara through heavy panting, her body soaked in sweat.

"About ten minutes." said Aspen.  "Pretty good."

"Yeah, but I didn't run the whole obstacle course.  I just wanted to see how much I've recovered, so I ran only a few of the ramps.  Damn, I had too much trouble getting up there!" said Lara as she pointed at the tall ramp she just came down from.

"Take it easy," said Aspen as she touched Lara on the shoulder.  "You look hot, how about a swim?"

"Okay," said Lara as she got up.  Lara walked to the next room where a massive indoor pool stood.  Her massive tits heaved in the confines of her sports bra, the sweaty material clinging to the fleshy globes like a second skin.  "I'm going to change into my bathing suit first," said Lara to Aspen.  "You'll like it, it's this really sexy blue bik.." Before Lara could finish, Aspen pushed her in the direction of the pool.  Lara fell forwards and saw the water rushing towards her.  All the surprised woman could do was cry "Whoa!" before she splashed into the water.  Lara surfaced and saw Aspen snickering.  "Very funny," said Lara, her body soaked in water.  The British woman's thick sweat pants became too soaked with water they slipped off her slender waist, landing on the pool floor.  Lara cried out with a high pitched squeak, which Aspen cracked up at.  Aspen looked over the edge and saw Lara's pants sitting at the bottom of the pool, leaving Lara clad only in her sports bra and panties, which were virtually transparent with all the water they absorbed.  Before Aspen could snicker again, Lara grabbed Aspen's arm and pulled on it tightly, sending Aspen into the pool with her.  Aspen surfaced immediately, thanks to her exceptional swimming abilities.  Lara leaned against the pool's edge, throwing her head back in laughter as Aspen smirked in embarrassment for being so easily pulled in.  "Very funny Croft," the tanned marine biologist said.  "But I'll bet I can swim to the other end of the pool faster than you can."

"Yeah right," said Lara as she waded closer to Aspen.  "I've swum in ancient underground water tunnels, and in those, if you're not fast, you drown."

"Let's see then." said Aspen.  Lara nodded and the two women lined up at the edge of the pool.  "3,2,1, go!" said Aspen.  The two women took off, both of them swimming quickly to the edge.  Both women were equally fast, and Aspen realized she may lose.  As the two women reached within a few feet of the end, Aspen pushed Lara sideways, temporarily steering her off course, while Aspen reached the end thanks to the moment of confusion.

"Hey!" Lara yelled as she swam the last few feet to the edge.  The British woman gripped the edge to help her stay afloat.  "You cheater!"

"Well, now that I've won, I think you owe me something." Aspen said mischieviously.

"Oh, you little pervert!" said Lara as she grinned.

The two women emerged from the pool, their curvacious forms dripping in water.  Aspen pulled her wet t-shirt over her head, her massive tits flopping with water as they sprung free from the wet material's embrace.  Lara held Aspen by her cheeks, gazing for a moment at the marine biologist's gorgeous tanned face before devouring her plush lips.  Aspen gripped Lara's slender waist, which was firm with muscle yet still retaining a sexy feminine appearance.  Lara drove her tongue deep into Aspen's mouth, tasting her lover's saliva with relish.  Aspen moved her hands down slowly to Lara's panties, which were so wet Lara's pussy bush was clearly visible.  Aspen yanked the material down Lara's round hips, Lara shivering as the cool air greeted her wet clitoris.  Aspen moved her tongue out of Lara's mouth and licked her chin, Lara rolling her head back to expose her neck, which Aspen licked up, Lara's pale skin still tasting of chlorine from the pool water.  Aspen moved her head slowly down to Lara's gorgeous bosom, still trapped within the confines of her sports bra, now sagging heavily with water.  Aspen gently drove her fingers underneath the bottom of the garment, her slender fingertips teasing the underside of Lara's hooters.  Lara, her cleavage heaving with excitement, put her hands on top of Aspens to guide their fondling of her breasts.  Aspen's hands were completely enfolded within the material, cupping and squeezing Lara's large breasts, while Lara's own hands were on top of Aspen's hands, on the other side of the material.  Lara gasped as she felt the cool flow of air to her throbbing snatch stop as Aspen's warm tongue penetrated her chestnut haired vulva.  The British archaeologist finally lifted the material of her wet bra over her breasts, the tight material bunched up under her armpits which allowed her breasts free movement.  Lara put her hands on top of her lovers and rolled them around as they firmly gripped her hooters.

Aspen closed her eyes and dove her tongue into Lara's clit, the scent of her vagina making the marine biologist dizzy with arousal.  Aspen pressed her face into Lara, her nose getting tickled by the dark pubic snatch surrounding Lara's vulva while warm juices began flowing into Aspen's mouth.  Aspen could hear Lara's loud gasps and moans, their intensity increasing with every tongue thrust Aspen did.  Aspen increased her tempo and rocked Lara's body, the British woman wobbled back and forth as her pussy got hammered by the warm muscle of Aspen's tongue.  With Aspen fucking her pussy and pushing her breasts, Lara finally lost her balance on the slippery floor and fell, landing on her ass with a loud thud.  Aspen suddenly found her tongue, already coated with a thin layer of Lara's love honey, suddenly floating in the air with no pussy around it.  "Put it back in!" said Lara, lust controlling her voice as she spread her legs wide apart.  Aspen readily complied, her face plunging into the depths of Lara's juicy slit, arousing the archaeologist beyond words.  Lara closed her eyes as she felt her lover's tongue work it's magic through her uterus.  Lara's body heaved with immense pleasure and her back arched upwards, sending her bosom skyward.  Lara looked at the twin mountains her breasts became, their nipples hardening like erasers.  Lara found the sight of her own tits erotic, and grabbed the massive flesh sacks with her hands, squeezing and pinching them until they became engorged with blood.

The tongue fucking continued as Aspen closed her lips around Lara's snatch, sucking the juices from Lara's bush and clit at the same time with lustful hunger.  Lara's vulva clasped around Aspen's tongue like a clamp, the horny Brit hoping the slimy muscle would never ever escape the folds of her pussy.  Aspen increased her sucking motions on Lara's sex, the Brit's body flopping in pleasure like a fish that jumped out of water, her breaths coming in ferocious gasps, until they climaxed with a loud groan with the British woman's climax, the sweet thrill of an orgasm rushing through Lara's brain as she continually gasped from the pleasure overload, her hot pussy bursting with cream for her pussycat Aspen to devour.

Lara, her energed expelled, lay limply on the hard floor beside the pool, her left leg now dangling limply to the side with her toes in the cool water.  Aspen remained crouched at Lara's pussy, intent on sucking it dry.  Aspen finally finished and wiped her mouth, smacking her lips playfully for Lara.  Aspen moved on all fours on top of her lover until her dangling tits lined up with Lara's own mountainous bosom.  Then Aspen let herself down, the pairs of tits mashed against each other as Aspen let all her weight lean on Lara.  Aspen kissed Lara passionately into the British woman's still panting mouth, passing some of her love honey to her.  When Aspen tried to break off the kiss, Lara clamped her lips around Aspen's tongue as it tried to exit, which Aspen found playful enough that the kiss should continue.  Devouring each others lips, the two lustful women embraced each others wet forms in a kiss both of them hoped would last a blissful eternity.

"I....think...you're....all...better....now," said Aspen in the short breaks between kisses.

Jean Grey opened her eyes and saw herself staring at a white ceiling.  She bolted straight up, and found herself with no shirt or bra on, while lying underneath the white sheets of a hotel bed.  "Good, you're up," said a voice, which Jean recognized as Sara Pezinni's.  The brown-haired Witchblade wearer was sitting in a chair on the other side of the hotel room, turned away from Jean as she looked out the window.  "Why did you take off my clothes?" asked Jean when she saw she also had no underwear on, which meant to her, that Sara saw her naked.

"You were raped," said Sara, her tone solemn.  "I figured you'd want to get out of those sweaty and dirty clothes.  They're being washed right now.  You know, you'll probably want to take a shower."

"Right," said Jean as she got out of bed, her hand still clutching the bedsheet in front of her to hide her nakedness.  "You saw my whole body?" asked Jean shyly.

"Don't be alarmed, I didn't do anything," said Sara defensively.  "I just saw your body, but only because I had to.  You wouldn't want to sleep in the clothes you were in."

"I'm sorry," said Jean apologetically.  "I'm just a little shy about..."

"Strangers seeing your body?" interrupted Sara.  "Don't worry, and besides, there's nothing to be ashamed of about that body."

Jean blushed as Sara complemented her.  "And I thought I was the mind reader," the beautiful redhead thought.  Recently, Jean had severed all her ties with the superhero group the X-Men, even her fiance, Cyclops.  Jean decided she wanted a new life, and had travelled to Egypt as the start of a brand new series of adventures, never expecting to be raped by a demon and his super-powered sex slave.  "I'll take a shower," said Jean, not bothering to respond verbally to Sara's remark.

Jean turned on the shower and let the warm water carress her curvacious body, washing away the dirt, sweat, and dried on sex juices, along with the dirt that had stained Jean's dignity.  As the redhead began scrubbing her hair, she thought back to that point where she saw Sara's thoughts in the temple, where Jean was in bondage and Sara was tongue-fucking her.  Thinking back to that made Jean's clit moisten instantly.  She had never thought she would be attracted to a woman as strongly as she was now.  Her mind in a lustful haze, she used her powers again to gaze into Sara's mind, all reservations about her privacy were out the window for the moment, her pussy dictating her actions rather than her thoughts.  As she peered into Sara's thoughts, she discovered she was involved in a steamy three-way affair with Lara Croft and a woman named Aspen Matthews, both of whom were extremely beautiful women.  Peering deeper, Jean randomly picked one of Sara's sexual memories to view.

Sara and a beautiful dark haired woman with tanned skin, which Jean discovered was Aspen, were walking into Sara's apartment, Aspen carrying a shopping bag.  As Sara locked the door behind her Aspen went to the bedroom.  When Sara was finished, she eagerly followed her, throwing her jacket off along the way.  Aspen was already in the bedroom, her bag's contents emptied onto the bed, which was revealed to be bottles of various sizes filled with liquids Jean could not identify.  Sara ran into her lover and embraced her tightly around the waist, their crotches burning for each other through their pants.  Through Sara's eyes, Jean could see the two women kiss passionately, Aspen closing her eyes as she devoured Sara's plush lips.  Jean moaned as she viewed the memory, Aspen was truly a pinnacle of beauty.  Sara began shrugging off the unbuttoned shirt she wore, as well as pulling off the tight t-shirt she wore underneath it.  Aspen pulled the sweater she wore over her head, and went to her belt to undo her pants.  Both women fumbled with their belts for a moment until they suceeded in dropping their trousers, leaving them both in their bras and panties.  Embracing once again to kiss with even higher passion than before, Aspen hooked her leg around Sara's thigh, their crotches now practically kissing except for the two thin layers of panties between them.  Without breaking off the kiss, Sara pushed Aspen down on the bed and stood back up.  "Turn on your stomach sexy," ordered Sara.  Aspen complied.  Sara grabbed a bottle that sat at the foot of the bed and unscrewed the cap, a sweet, strong scent escaping from the newly opened container.  Jean experienced the memory of the aroma, and that alone was enough to tell her how intoxicatingly horny it made Sara and Aspen feel.  Sara tilted the bottle into her right palm, and a thick, clear oil came out.  With the handful of oil, Sara smacked Aspen on the back, splashing the glob of oil on her skin.  Aspen smiled as Sara began rubbing the thick oil into her tanned skin, the scent becoming overwhelmingly strong as her skin radiated it's sensual fumes.  Sara poured more oil onto Aspen, the fluid gathering in the small of her back.  The insanely horny cop, her panties now sticky with juices from the scent of the oil, rubbed the cool oil over Aspen's flanks, back, and her buttocks.  Aspen's white panties were now soaked in oil, clinging to her curves.  With greasy hands Sara reached over and grabbed Aspen's tits, fondling them roughly through the tight bra.  Aspen moaned as Sara pinched and fondled her bosom, the greasy cups of the bra slipping and releasing Aspen's heaving breasts from their confinement, only to be lubricated throughly by Sara's sex oil.  Aspen's began to get dizzy as Sara coated her neck and shoulders with the oil, practically all of Aspen's curvacious form now shined with the substance.  Juices gently flowed out of Aspen's cunt, soaking her panties like urine.  Jean gasped as she watched it, her hand reaching for her pussy.

Sara finally emptied the bottle over Aspen's head, soaking her dark mane with the arousing fluids.  The room started spinning and her loins were ablaze with passion, so Sara discarded the empty bottle over her shoulder and placed herself on top of Aspen's oily form.  Underneath Sara, Aspen turned her body to lie on her back again to face her lover.  As Aspen opened her mouth to french Sara again, Sara pushed Aspen's sticky panties to the side, enough to let her finger into her juicy snatch.  As the two women's lips connected, Aspen gasped into Sara's mouth, the cop's greasy finger now spreading it's oil into her clitoris.  Aspen gasped heavily as both the sex oil aroma and her lovers pumping digit drove her to a mild orgasm almost instantly, her clit leaking sex fluid into the already soaked bedsheets.  Sara continued pumping into Aspen's throbbing snatch, while silencing the marine biologists moans of ecstacy with wet frenches.  Jean, back in the real world, stabbed her finger into her own snatch with equal lust, the mutant's other hand fondling her wet breasts.  Aspen suddenly screamed loudly into Sara's mouth, sending hot breath into her lover's throat while her pussy coated Sara's finger in honey.  Sara produced her sticky finger from Aspen's throbbing snatch and licked it clean, relishing in the taste of her lover's jism as well as the aftertaste of the sex oil.  Sara stuck her finger into Aspen's hot mouth, which Aspen devoured with her tongue, the taste of her own cum still present on her lover's digit.  Aspen panted and wheezed with pleasure, her oil soaked body still reeking with sensual aromas and orgasms.  "You're such a slut," said Sara before once again devouring Aspen's panting lips.  As Sara finished those words in the thought Jean read, the psychic girl was on her knees, her finger entrenched firmly in her pussy while her white sex juices flowed into the drain.  Jean panted heavily for air, her skin hot from the shower as well as the intensity of the witchblade wearer's thought.  Suddenly a knocking was heard at the door.  "Jean?" said a voice, which Jean recognized as Sara.  "Is something wrong?" the Italian cop said.  "You've been in there for a little while, and I thought I heard you scream."

"Oh, nothing's wrong," said Jean as she pulled her sticky hand out of her clit.  "Just, tough to scrub those hard to reach places."

As night fell across London, Lara and Aspen laid cradled in each others arms, both women were naked and sweaty.  Aspen laid with her head on top of Lara's chest, which heaved with her breathing, while both women's arms were holding each other in a loving embrace.  Their peaceful slumber was interrupted suddenly by the loud ringing of a doorbell.  Both women snapped to consciousness, shocked at the sudden interruption.  "Damn," said Lara as she reached to turn on her lamp.  Aspen rolled off of Lara to allow her to stand up.  Lara stretched her tense body and moaned, while the doorbell continued ringing.  "Alright!" she yelled out, although she knew the person at the door could not hear her.  Aspen asked the frustrated Brit, "Don't you have a butler or something?"

"I did, but he's decided to retire." replied Lara as she grabbed her robe.  "He was really nice and all, but a little slow, and I think he was peeping on me."

"So now you have to get the door yourself," said Aspen, the loud chimes of the doorbell still ringing.

"Yes." sighed Lara as she tied her robe.  "Just wait here, I'll be back."

Lara walked down the stairs, the doorbell continuously ringing.  By the time the groggy woman reached the foyer, she was ready to punch whoever was outside if it wasn't important.  Lara turned on the light and opened the door, to find Sara Pezinni standing there.  "About time," said Sara jokingly.  "Wake you up?" the policewoman said as she noticed Lara's messy hair and her squinting eyes, still adjusting to the light.

"Sara!" Lara said happily, which was when she noticed the quiet woman standing beside her, a redhead clutching her arm and looking downward.  "Who's your friend?" asked Lara, making Jean look up.  "I'm Jean Grey," she said as she extended her arm.  Lara took her hand and shook it gently, very curious as to who this woman was.  "Come in, both of you," the British woman said.  "I'll make some tea.  Aspen is here too, could you go upstairs and get her Sara?"

Sara walked upstairs and entered the bedroom, where Aspen was sleeping soundly on her stomach.  Sara slapped Aspen hard on her buttocks, waking her up with a startled scream.  "What the?!!" she said frantically as she looked around in the dark.  "Hi lover," said Sara.  Aspen smiled and was relieved when she saw it was her beloved Sara.  "Oh Sara," she said, "I've missed you.  How did Egypt go?"

"Badly," said Sara solemnly.  "The girl got raped again.  Anyway, I brought someone over here.  I met her in Egypt, and she helped me inside the temple.  Her name's Jean Grey, I think you'll like her."

As Lara poured the tea into the four teacups, Jean watched and studied Lara.  "So this is Lara Croft," she thought.  "She's pretty hot.  No wonder Sara loves her so much.  I'll bet her hooters are nice and...what am I doing?!" Jean thought abruptly.  "I shouldn't have looked into Sara's thoughts, I can't stop thinking about sex."

Lara looked up from the tea and saw Jean appeared frustrated for some reason.  She was about to inquire about it when Sara came down with Aspen, clad in a thin white slip.

Jean looked at the dark-haired woman who just entered the kitchen.  "Aspen," she thought, recognizing the beauty from Sara's memories.  Jean moved her eyes up and down Aspen's frame, the short slip dress revealing her goddess-like figure.  Jean's eyes focused on the large breasts sitting atop Aspen's chest as they swayed freely with her every step, even while hidden in the thin material of her clothing.  "Tea?" asked Lara as she offered Jean a cup.  Jean snapped back to reality and awkwardly said, "Hm?  Oh yes, tea, yes I'll have some thanks." before she accepted the steaming beverage.

Soon all four women were sitting at a table, drinking tea and talking.  "So Egypt was a bust," said Lara sadly.  "What now?"

"Can't you find out where the next temple is from your contacts?" asked Aspen.

"My contacts may span the globe, but they're not perfect, and we need more than a few moments notice to travel and prepare sufficiently.  I don't want to keep chasing the temples around the world only to get my ass kicked every time."

"Is there a pattern to the temples?" inquired Sara.

"There's only two known locations, so it's too early to say if there's a definite pattern." replied Lara as she lifted the teacup to her lips.  "So far, it seems pretty random."

Jean sat silently as she held her teacup, her mind still occupied on the memories she had read from Sara's brain, as well as the shame she felt at being raped by the demon in a dark suit.

"Proceed," said Sebastien as he grinned.

The large, hulking demon walked up to Caitlin, her legs spread wide as she laid still on the cold black altar.  The demon, his grey skin resmbled an elephants, while his square shaped head had two small horns coming out of each side, grinned as his hard, veined cock, also made of the elephant-like skin, came closer to burrowing into the horny girl's red snatch.  Pulling Caitlin's body closer to him so her clit hovered over the side of the altar, the large demon growled and ferociously shoved himself into Caitlin, his demon penis stretching her vagina to a new limit.

Jean suddenly gasped and stiffened, her teacup falling to the ground and shattering as it hit the kitchen floor.  "What's wrong?" said Sara as she looked at Jean beside her.  Jean's body began going into convulsions.  "She's having a seizure!" yelled Aspen as she ran for the telephone, intent on calling 911.

Caitlin squealed as her body began bucking and tossing in response to the demon's huge member.  Sebastien stepped up beside the altar and watched the rape with salicious glee.  Caitlin's beautiful face was almost unrecognizable from her lust-induced contortions, as well as the constantly flailing of her entire body, making her features a blur.  Caitlin's pain suddenly subsided as the demon pole began expanding within her, and her stretched hole got settled to the massive intrusion.  Caitlin slowly stopped flailing, her body panting and sweaty from the initial resistance.  Caitlin's massive hooters, bloated even larger from her pregnancy, flopped and heaved with her desperate panting as well as the demon's strong pushes in and out of her hungry snatch.  "MMm...." Caitlin moaned as she relaxed herself and enjoyed the sensation, "more..."

"more..." Jean moaned as she laid on the ground.  "She stopped?" asked Aspen as she hung up the phone.  Lara and Sara stood by Jean's body, the readhead's white tank top soaked in sweat, revealing her erect nipples, which poked through the transparent material.  Her shorts reeked of cum, which seeped through the material.  "What's going on?" asked Lara as Jean's chest panted heavily, which Lara found arousing in a guilty way.  "I don't know," replied Sara, also finding dark satisfaction from watching Jean's tits bob up and down.  "She was raped by the dark man we saw, and she said she is psychic.  Maybe this somehow linked her and the girl."  Jean suddenly began screaming, her body going into massive spasms once again.

Caitlin screamed as the demon's pole expanding massively, pressing hard against the walls of her uterus.  The redhead's brain was flooded with indescribable pleasure, her head thrown back from an overload of ecstacy while her mouth was wide open in a scream of hedonistic bliss.  The demon fucked like an animal, forcing himself on top of her and crushing her with his immense weight, while forcing all his strength onto her pussy.

Jean bucked and spasmed violently, knocking over a chair and repelling Sara and Lara away with her arms flailing everywhere with surprisingly hard force.  Jean thrust her hands into her shorts, shoving both of them into her engorged clit, and masturbated wildly in front of all three women, who watched this with shock as well as lustful observation.

Caitlin's curvacious body rocked erotically under her tormentor's, his cock still cusped firmly by her vulva lips like a clamp.  Caitlin found her hips bucking in rhythm to her rapist's thrusts, intent on pleasuring him even further, which it did.  With a loud grunt, sounding more animal than human, the demon's cock exploded with seed, sending a hot river of demon sperm into her ripe womb.  Caitlin wailed like a banshee as her body stiffened with infinite carnal ecstacy, her loins going nova as her brain melted away with sweet sweet orgasm, taking away even more of her rational thought and enslaving her even more to her pussy.

Back in London, Jean wailed as loudly as Caitlin, her pussy bursting with hot juices, soaking through her shorts and dripping onto the floor.  Jean pulled out her hands, both soaked with her cum, and rubbed them over her sweaty hooters, coating them with jism while pinching her nipples through the wet material of her tank top.

Caitlin passed out minutes before the demon was finished cumming, his stiff member continuously flooding her belly with seed long after Caitlin's brain could handle the pleasure high.  After the demon finally ran out, he proceeded ramming her limp body, intent on climaxing again within her.  Sebastien put his hand on the demon's shoulder and said, "Look Rhenae," referring to Caitlin's rapist, "you did your job, so get off her."

"Want more," the savage demon said, his intellectual capacity much less than the other demons that have raped Caitlin.  "She good, want fuck more."

"No," said Sebastien sternly, his eyes glowing with anger.  "Get off her now.  We have other places to go."

"NO!" yelled Rhenae, his large arm swinging with a punch towards Sebastien.  The demon proved too slow however, and Sebastien dodged it easily.  In retaliation, Sebastien turned his hand into a long, flaming blade and shoved it into Rhenae's head, piercing right through to the other side.  Rhenae sat silently, unable to scream as the demon's body disintegrated into nothing.

As the demon's penis disappeared with the rest of him, Caitlin's vagina slowly moved back into it's original size, now free of the massive obstruction.  Caitlin moaned softly as a great pain was alleviated out of her belly.  "Master?" she said weakly.

Sebastien looked at Caitlin, her body now filled with three demon seeds.  She was clearly pregnant now, her belly sagging slightly over her pussy, while her tits wobbled back and forth as she rolled, as if filled with liquid.  "Feel, sick." said Caitlin, her mental capabilities even further retarded.  "Need fuck," moaned the redhead as she reached for Sebastien's pants.  The well-dressed demon grabbed her wrist and said, "No, how many times have I told you.  I can't."  Looking into Caitlin's face, her emerald eyes shimmering with tears and her lip trembled, Sebastien couldn't resist.  "Would you like to suck my cock?"

Caitlin's face lit up and nodded eagerly, her body suddenly energized as she rolled off the altar and got to her knees, her mouth level with Sebastien's cock.  Sebastien undid his pants, allowing his erect cock to spring free, which Caitlin jumped on like a starved woman to a plate of food.

"What's she doing?" asked Aspen as Jean's tongue began swirling in her open mouth.  "Looks like she's sucking on something."

Caitlin ran her tongue around the veined pole, shoving it deep into her mouth, devouring it, relishing it.  Sebastien grabbed her sweaty red locks and pulled on them, pulling her head even closer to his crotch.  Caitlin slowly pulled her mouth off the demon's meat, sliding her tongue along it as she did, to move down to his balls.  Putting one of them in her mouth, she sucked on it wantonly, coating it with saliva before doing the same to the other.  Sebastien smiled as his prized whore worked her magic on his private parts.  Caitlin unclasped her lips around the demon's testicle and moved her tongue along the bottom of the demon's shaft as she moved to reposition her mouth around it.  As she ate the fleshy tip of the pole and shoved her tongue against, it, the demon climaxed, catching her off guard and sending a stream of hot sperm into her mouth, some of it flowing down her lips while she fought hard to swallow most of the sweet nectar.  As the red-headed whore finished licking her lips to drink every last drop of cum she could, Sebastien pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up.  "No..." said Caitlin as she dove for his cock, "need more...so thirsty."

"No my whore," said Sebastien.

"Have I been bad?" asked Caitlin, her intelligence hardly that of a child now.

"No, no not at all," smiled Sebastien as he pet her on the head, Caitlin purring like a cat as he did so.  "You were excellent, just no fucking right now.  Later I promise."

"Where now?" asked Caitlin.

"A place called Ireland," replied Sebastien.  "Now come on, we have to get going."

"Ireland," repeated Caitlin, "Ireland..."

"Ireland..." said Jean.

"Jean?!  Jean?!" yelled Sara desperately as she tried calling out to the psychic mutant.  "Please Jean, wake up."

"Huh?" said Jean as she snapped to alertness.  "What's going on?"

"You started acting weird, like you were in a trance" explained Lara.  "I've seen this type of thing in some native tribes.  They can connect themselves with the dead, or with other living souls, doing exactly what another soul is doing."

"I was connected to the redhead," said Jean as she touched her face, noticing it was covered in sweat.  "God, someone was raping her, like a demon.  It was...unimaginable."

"You said Ireland, is that where they're headed?" asked Lara.

"Yes," said Jean.  "Ireland is where they're headed."

"Then so are we." said Sara.

THE END