By Bernie
 

London

A thick grey fog blanketed the city streets, preventing the sun's rays from illuminating the city this morning.  The amount of available light was not a concern of Lara Croft as she drove her car down the slick paved streets, weaving through traffic as her eyes scanned for one particular vehicle.

"Caitlin, where did you go?" Lara grumbled.  She lost sight of her lover's vehicle once they entered the bustling traffic of London's urban streets, and it was only guessing that guided Lara's current course.

Finally, Lara caught a glimpse far ahead of her of Caitlin's vehicle turning to the left.  She quickly swerved her vehicle left so she could pass the slow moving car ahead of her, ignoring the curses and yelling that erupted from the driver.  Lara weaved recklessly through several more cars before she reached the intersection she saw Caitlin's car turn, and followed it herself.

Lara found herself entering a nearly dead back-alley street, littered on each side with decrepit old buildings that looked halfway between livable and condemnation.  She advanced slowly, for many people swathed in old clothes walked along the sides.  Some of them exchanged dirty looks with Lara, looks that resembled jealousy or spite.  Lara paid them no attention and continued, until she saw Caitlin's car parked in front of a building.  She pulled up behind it and parked her vehicle.  Lara then unrolled her window to survey the building, which looked no different from any of the other rundown buildings that surrounded it.  It made her wonder what made this building special.

Deciding to investigate, Lara exited her car and walked up the concrete steps to the front door.  Her long overcoat flowed behind her as the high heels on her boots clicked against the concrete.  Despite the cool weather, Lara let her coat remain open and wore shorts and a cropped-off tank top that revealed her toned stomach.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she opened the creaky, rotting wooden portal and found herself in what looked like an ancient apartment building.  No lights were on and the windows were so covered with grime she was in almost total darkness.  The dank feeling to the air coupled with the darkness and a complete, dead silence, reminded Lara of a tomb.

As a precaution, the lovely woman produced one of her pistols from inside her jacket and stole down the main hallway.  The hall proved to be quite short, with all the doorways either swung open or lacking a door, which allowed for easy confirmation there was nothing within the rooms.  Her heart pounded and relaxed in a cycle as she checked each door and saw an empty room.  Lara soon found herself facing two sets of stairs, one going up and one going down.  She saw a small lightbulb flickering near the bottom of the flight leading down, which prompted her to descend.

The steps were made of old wood, warped and rotted thanks to the moisture that seeped through the old walls and ceiling.  After each loud creaking sound her foot made, Lara expected someone to burst out of the shadows and attack.  Lara cursed herself for not bringing her flashlight with her, or any trusty flares.

As if her thoughts were premonitions, Lara heard a door further down the hall open and a flashlight beam emerged.  The beam shined in Lara's direction, which temporarily blinded her, and was suddenly accompanied by loud, plodding footsteps.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a low, gruff voice asked.

From the illumination of the beam, Lara could see the holder of the flashlight was at least six and a half feet tall, with bulging muscles that were showed off by the sleeveless shirt he wore.  As well, the light showed the nasty scowl on his face, which revealed to Lara he was not thrilled to see her.

"This here is a private property it is." the man told Lara.  "What business do you have here?"

"I'm the one with the gun, so I think I can ask the questions." Lara responded, pointing her gun forward so the barrel reflected some of the light.

"Oh, take it easy there, I'm just doing my job of checking who you are.  You aren't supposed to be here without express permission of the owner."

"How do you know I don't?" Lara asked, continuing to aim at the man.

"I know all the owner's appointments today, and you are not one of them.  So leave now."

Lara put down her gun and sighed, an amused smile on her face.  "Tell you what Stan, I don't want to hurt you, but let me pass."

"I said leave, and...hey, how did you know my name?"

Lara smiled and glared at Stan.  The large man suddenly gasped as he felt an immense pressure on his body lift him off his feet and throw him across to the back of the darkened hallway.  Lara couldn't even see him by the time she heard the sound of his back smashing against the wall.  Keeping her gun unholstered, she picked up the flashlight Stan had dropped and walked into the doorway from which he had previously emerged.

"Stupid fucking Brit." she muttered scathingly.

Lara walked down another darkened hallway with hardwood floors, her boots making loud footsteps that echoed and bounced off the surrounding walls.  Lara suddenly stopped as a noise grabbed her attention, the sound of chains clanking shut.

Before taking another step, Lara drew out her weapon and began warily advancing; the sound was faint, but clearly it originated ahead of her.  As she turned another corner she saw a trickle of light pour out from beneath a door right in front of her.  She turned the handle slowly, being careful not to create any sounds as the latch retracted back into the door.  Once she felt the door become loose, Lara pushed it gently open just a crack, and peered inside.

The room was very large, with a high ceiling and tall windows that let the daylight inside through white frosted glass.  From their provided illumination, Lara could see that there were two long chains hanging from above.  Her eyes followed it down to a set of manacles.

"Caitlin." she gasped when she saw her lover was bound to them.

"So...Stan told me that you'll let me do anything to you?" a man's voice said, in a tone that clearly showed anxiety.

"For what you paid," Caitlin told him, "you can do anything you want, just as long as you hurt me."

"Oh...okay, I can do that!" the man replied, his voice shifting to excited.  Clearly he was nervous but aroused.  Caitlin's voluptuous, sensual body hung in chains before him, completely naked.  He quickly undid his trousers and stepped up behind Caitlin, placing his hands over her stomach and burying his face in her shimmering red mane.

"Touch me first." Caitlin begged.  "You'll like my tits."

The man sniffed at Caitlin's neck, relishing in her rich, feminine perfume.  Caitlin turned her head sideways with her lips parted slightly, and kissed the man on the mouth, moaning softly as his tongue pushed past her lips; she sucked wantonly upon it.

While the man continued to kiss Caitlin's lips and tongue, his hands roved over her bound body, causing Caitlin to shudder within her bonds.  She felt his fingers slide over her smooth armpits and up the length of her upraised arms, teasing her wrists within their iron manacles before sliding back down.  His deft touch was next felt on her round hips, she shivered as they slithered upwards to touch her sides and then moved to her smooth abdomen.  For a while he danced across her stomach, teasing her gently just above her crotch and below her heaving tits.  Caitlin's nipples grew stiff and long from her arousal, she felt them tingle and shiver with need.

Caitlin sighed with disappointment as the man abruptly left her.  Suddenly the loud crack of a whip echoed in Caitlin's ears, and she felt a rush in the air to her right.  Excitement throbbed through her entire form, blossoming in her pussy in the form of a trickle of warm nectar down her thighs.  Another whip crack went off, which preceded Caitlin feeling its bite across her naked back.  She flinched and moaned, her knees trembling as she attempted to regain her balance.  Before she could, the man lashed again, eliciting a louder, more sensual moan from Caitlin's lips.

"Oh yes, harder, harder..." Caitlin begged with heavy gasps, her breasts heaving alluringly.

The man responded with another lash, this time on the inside of Caitlin's thighs.  She screamed, her knees finally buckling in; her body was now completely supported by the chains that bit into her wrists.  Tears ran down Caitlin's beautiful face, dripping down her hot neck while juices flowed gently out of her throbbing pussy.  Her lashes pulsed with agony, and flared up with each additional strike of the whip.

Caitlin could hear the man discard the whip over his shoulder and step closer to her.  She shivered as he rubbed her back, pressing and pinching the red welts that criss-crossed her skin.  The man reached around Caitlin's torso and cupped her swaying tits, pinching and fondling them roughly.  Caitlin groaned with relief as he finally molested her nipples, squeezing them between his thumb and index finger until her breasts turned red.

"Fuck me, oh please fuck me..." Caitlin moaned, spreading her legs apart and bumping her ass against the man's naked crotch.

"Am I hurting you enough?" the man asked with a soft whisper.  As he spoke, his hand roved over Caitlin's stomach to nestle between her thighs and scratch her honey-slick pussy, teasing her throbbing clit with his index finger.

"Yes." Caitlin murmured in reply, closing her eyes and sighing hoarsely as she felt her labia part and accept the man's finger.  She thrust her hips slightly, forcing more of his digit inside her.

"Just relax." the man told Caitlin, his erect cock pressing against the puffy lips of her vagina.

Caitlin winced as she felt the tip of his meat enter her, her vaginal petals closing tightly around him.  Caitlin attempted to thrust herself harder against him, but the man's strong arms prevented her from moving.

"Just relax, don't do anything until I do." the man insisted as he placed his hands inside Caitlin's thighs, purposely over the bruises his lashes had left behind.  Caitlin bit her lip as his touch ignited more pain from the marks, but listened to the man, knowing he would treat her right if she behaved.

The man took a deep breath and suddenly yanked Caitlin's legs apart.  Before Caitlin could react to it, the man shoved his hard cock into the shackled girl's cunt.  Caitlin's lover went all the way, moaning until his testicles rested against her labia.  Caitlin moaned as she felt the warm meat rocket up her belly, and then continued to utter harsh gasps when the man began to hump her wildly.  The man kept his grip on Caitlin's thighs, continuing to spread them apart and stroke them as he pushed Caitlin against himself.  Caitlin flexed her pelvis backwards, her fingers clenching around the chains that supported her as her lover continued fucking her pussy.  She sighed as the man's shaft caressed the slick walls of her sex, lubricated with her own juices.  She gyrated in tune with the man, their crotches fusing as one mass.  Her vaginal muscles contracted around the man's cock as she approached her glorious climax, her gasping lips curled up in a smile.

The man felt his cock harden inside his captive's belly and fucked her harder, rocking Caitlin's body with greater force.  Her fiery, shoulder-length locks fell in front of her gorgeous face, the locks damp with perspiration.  Her tits bounced with renewed vigor, sending droplets of sweat into the air.  Caitlin pushed herself backwards with all her might, her feet now off the ground as both she and her lover forced her thighs apart.  Caitlin screamed out her lust as she orgasmed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as a fresh gush of nectar exploded out of her pussy to stain her lush inner thighs.  The man humping the girl in chains groaned shortly afterward as his own climax came, his cock exploding with hot semen inside Caitlin's belly.  Caitlin's body eagerly accepted the man's load, milking his pole of every drop until he ran dry.  Caitlin breathed an immense sigh of ecstasy, drunk with bliss as the warm cream flowed inside her clenching belly.

"Again...again..." Caitlin whispered to her man, her body still needful.  "Fuck me from the front this time."

"Get the hell out of here." Lara's voice suddenly thundered with a direct order to the man, aiming her gun directly at him.

"Lara!" Caitlin gasped.  The man quickly dropped Caitlin's thighs and backed away with upraised hands.

"Just settle down there ma'am." the man insisted with fear in his voice.  "Just having fun is all."

"Yeah, and so am I." Lara responded, a wicked smile across her face.  "Leave now."

"Let me get my clothes."  The man bent down slowly to pick up his pants.

"No.  Leave now." Lara insisted, her finger squeezing the trigger a little bit harder.

"But I'm naked!" the man shrieked, before quickly regaining his composure before Lara.  "You can't be serious!"

"Dead serious.  Feel fortunate I don't kill you now, or shoot off your dick."

After a second's pause, the man ran out of the room and disappeared into the dark hallway.  Lara turned away from the door and walked in front of Caitlin to face her.  Caitlin's luscious, heaving breasts still dripped with perspiration, as did the strands of hair over her face.  Her feminine musk filled the air around her, while her juices still shimmered on the insides of her legs.

"Care to explain?" Lara asked Caitlin with a smirk, her eyes continuing to rove up and down Kat's body.

"I don't know what came over me Lara." Caitlin admitted.  "I just felt...I needed it while you were gone."

"You know I'm not too happy about this." Lara said.

"I guess I should have told you Lara."

"Does this mean you're not in control anymore?  Was this another desire that you were denying the whole time?"

"You're not totally right." Caitlin corrected.  "I'm in control Lara, I came here on my own free will, I arranged to have that man ravish me.  I needed it Lara, you were gone so long and I needed some attention.  I needed to be hurt.  Even when you're at home I don't get hurt like I need it."

"A while back you said you realized you loved getting hurt by Sebastien." Lara said.

Caitlin nodded.  "Only I still love it.  I can control it, really.  It's not an obsession, but I just like it.  I just didn't want you to know.  I was planning to come back before you woke up, because I figured you'd be tired after your trip and after I fucked you to sleep..."

"I wish you told me about this." Lara interrupted.

"What would you have done?" Caitlin asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

"I would have hurt you, fucked you half to death, and made you scream with agony."

Caitlin's green eyes widened with surprise.  Had her hands been free of her bonds, Caitlin might have fallen over.

"What?" she gasped.

"Because, I can fuck you so hard." Lara moaned sensually, lowering her snug shorts off her waist.  "You know, I can do some amazing things with my tongue.  Things I've been meaning to try on you."  Lara knelt down slightly to slide her shorts off her long, sleek legs while her tongue wet her plush lips.  Her white panties soon joined her shorts on the floor, while her hands slowly roved up her body to grip the bottom of her short tank top, its bottom just below the swell of her breasts.  She raised the garment over her head, her breasts flopping as they were freed from their confinement.  "I can fuck you like Sebastien."

"Lara...what..." Caitlin muttered before Lara embraced the shackled girl and smothered her lips with hers, interrupting her.  Caitlin instantly closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, her body responding to Lara's sensual body rubbing against hers.  Lara's hands roved over Caitlin's bare back, rubbing the bruises and scratches left behind from her previous lover's whip.  Caitlin whined, tears flowing down her cheeks and her fingers clenching around the chains above her.

Lara abandoned Caitlin's sweet tongue to focus attention on Caitlin's luscious tits.  Lara grasped the pliant mounds and squeezed them, rolling them in her palms while she pinched Caitlin's nipples, drawing gasps of pain from the lovely girl.  Grasping the left breast with her hands, Lara squeezed and fondled it until it turned red, the nipple a throbbing, stiff peak of agony.  Lara savoringly ran her tongue over the elongated nipple and then devoured the entire breast.  Caitlin looked down as Lara suckled hungrily on on her nipple, wincing as she felt the sensitive little knob get ground by Lara's teeth while her tongue tickled it's tip.  Lara let go of her small morsel but continued to suckle loudly on the mouthful of flesh she consumed, her tongue tracing around Kat's areola and merely teasing her abused nipple.

"The other one, the other one." Caitlin begged, thrusting her breasts against Lara, causing her free one to bounce alluringly.

Lara groped blindly at Caitlin's free breast as she continued to slurp on the luscious flesh already in her mouth.  With her free hand, Lara dove between Caitlin's legs and began fondling her bound lover's pussy.  Running her fingers tentatively over the soft flesh of Caitlin's petals, Lara elicited moans of sensual pleasure from Caitlin, her vagina growing wet from Lara's attentions.  Already tiny streams of juices began to ooze from Kat's womanhood, coating Lara's probing fingertips.

In an action that prompted a disheartened sigh from Caitlin, Lara pulled away and walked around the chained girl, out of her view.  Caitlin shook in her bonds, her body still throbbing with need but helpless to satiate herself, she worried that Lara abandoned her in her peak of desire.

"Look at what I found." Lara purred as she returned into Caitlin's field of vision; her right hand stroking a long black dildo that was strapped over her crotch.  The dildo shimmered already from the juices Lara had collected from Caitlin's twat; she had used it as lubrication for the wicked deed she had in mind.

"Fuck me with it Lara." Caitlin whispered, her body already exhausted from her previous orgasm.  The voracious redhead spread her legs and wantonly thrusted her hips forward, causing her breasts to jiggle and toss beads of perspiration off her nipples.

Lara stroked Caitlin's left thigh with her left hand, her fingers tracing up her velvety smooth skin to rest on her crotch.  She opened Caitlin's vaginal lips with her fingers and licked her lips.  "Oh it'll fit nicely, real tight."

Lara placed her hands on Caitlin's round hips and positioned herself, parting Caitlin's labia slightly with her erection's bloated tip.  Lara craned her neck forward and covered Caitlin's lips with her own.  The two beautiful women moaned as they shared a passionate kiss, their mouths opening wide as they accepted each other's tongues, each one ravishing the other.  Caitlin suddenly whined inside Lara's mouth as she felt her lover thrust inside her with the long black dildo, pushing herself so hard that their vaginal petals touched and the sex toy almost completely vanished completely within Caitlin's belly, except for the black testicles that hung beneath Lara's pussy.

"Ahhh....that hurts Lara...ahhh...." Caitlin whined, the dildo stretching her pussy lips farther than she had anticipated, as well as applying an intense pressure on the inner walls of her sex.

Lara grabbed Caitlin by her thighs, pressing her harder against the dildo on her crotch.  Caitlin uttered cries of pain and pleasure as she felt the dildo push its way deeper with each of Lara's pushes, until Lara could barely even shift it inside her anymore.  Lara merely covered Caitlin's mouth with her own, using her tongue to muffle Caitlin's cries for mercy.  Tears stained Caitlin's hot cheeks as Lara continued fucking her, Caitlin sobbed with pain, but the cries for mercy were not reflective of her true feelings.  With each thrust of Lara's crotch, Caitlin thrusted back, their humping motions so perfectly in tandem their crotches became fused together, gyrating and pulsing with lust.

"Hader...harder...harder!" Caitlin moaned with ascending enthusiasm in her voice.  Caitlin flexed with her buttocks and squeezed with her legs, moaning as she felt the dildo crawl inch by inch deeper into her ravenous fucktunnel.  Caitlin hooked her legs around the back of Lara's knees, leaning her weight into Lara and the dildo she continued to ram up her pussy.

"Did Sebastien ever fuck you like this?" Lara grunted, licking Caitlin's lips with her tongue.

"Yes, lots of times." Caitlin moaned in reply, her eyes shut in ecstasy as she submitted to Lara's passion.

Caitlin thrusted faster and faster against Lara, her body starving for another glorious climax.  Lara squeezed Caitlin's luscious asscheeks as their bodies began to tense, the dildo buried so deep the two women attached to it could no longer move independently.  Both women writhed against each other, whining out their lust in tandem, the large empty room echoed with their erotic cries and the wet slapping sounds of their humping forms.  Caitlin let her head fall back, tossing strands of perspiration soaked hair out of her gorgeous face as her hips bucked and her vagina clenched around the dildo like a vice, screaming as a glorious orgasm rushed over her body.  Her vaginal honey seeped out from between the tender folds of her moist cunt, she could feel the bulk of her juices collecting inside her, unable to pass the dildo that packed her womanhood.

Lara leaned forward once she caught her breath and kissed Caitlin's slack, open mouth.  She ravaged her lover's slack tongue, relishing in her weakened state.  Caitlin's legs weakly unwrapped around Lara's torso to fall lifelessly to the ground, Caitlin's entire weight now supported entirely by the chains above her.  Lara slowly pulled the soaked dildo from Caitlin's cunt, causing the redhead's honey to finally burst free of her womanhood.  Caitlin moaned as she felt her juices soak her velvety inner thighs, as well as the sensation of her vaginal muscles finally relaxing after being strained by the large plastic shaft.  Lara removed the dildo from around her waist and wantonly licked it along the edge, tasting in Caitlin's sweet nectar.

Caitlin continued to hang limply in her shackles as Lara cleaned off the used sex toy with her tongue.  Caitlin's head hung against her large breasts, which heaved erratically for air.  Caitlin's skin was burning and feverish, but slowly cooling off.  Lara dropped the dildo and approached Caitlin; kissing her smooth neck, her shoulders, and her swaying breasts before squatting in front of Caitlin's dripping crotch and pressing her head between her thighs.

"Let's go home after I finish eating you out." Lara groaned, as she planted kisses on Caitlin's luscious, honey-drenched thighs and licked up the rivulets of honey that flowed down their sleek surface.

"Okay." Caitlin agreed, her head hanging low against her heaving bosom.

***

New York - Sara Pezinni's apartment

Grogginess fogged Sara's mind as her eyes opened, and her body felt strange.  It took a second for her to notice that the sheets beneath her felt different, but it wasn't until she fluttered her eyes open and adjusted to the morning light that seeped through the curtains, that she was no longer on the bed.

Sara gasped and frantically looked about, the bed was now beneath her feet, and her body was now vertical, but she was not standing on anything.  An attempt to move her arms proved futile, she turned and saw each of them were bound securely above her head with what appeared to be black cord.  Sara saw more of the same black cord all over her room, like threads of a giant spider web, and she was right in the centre.  Suddenly she felt a pressure on her legs, and felt them forced apart.  Sara looked down and saw her ankles were now bound with the black cord as well.  Sara almost screamed but something gagged her, a large black mass that stuffed her mouth.  Sara tried to summon  the Witchblade, hoping she could use it to cut herself down, but it didn't respond to her commands, it sent her a message of it's current emotions, which were filled with pure, dark lust.  With widened eyes of fear and realization, she saw it was the Witchblade that had done this.

Sara tried to protest, but the gag in her mouth prevented it.  Tears welled from her eyes as she persisted, knowing the Witchblade could understand her despite the muffling gag.  Her pussy was already sore from the previous night, when she reluctantly submitted herself to the Witchblade's ravages.  She never imagined the weapon could go this far.

Tendrils wrapped around Sara's breasts and stomach, resembling thin, gnarled hands that groped and fondled her.  Sara moaned and closed her eyes, the hand's had rough texture but very deft touches.  She couldn't help but sigh with reluctant pleasure as they rubbed her nipples to hardness, then pinched the sensitive peaks.  From between her spread thighs, Sara could feel a mass beginning to form from the web beneath her, an erect cock.  Sara groaned as she felt it begin to probe her warm pussy, caressing and parting the soft flesh of her cunt.  The dark mass entered her with one thick erection as the hands on her breasts continued to milk her luscious mammaries.

Sara panted, biting down on mass in her mouth as the erection nestled in her cock began thrusting deeper and deeper inside her.  She felt a pushing in her back, causing her to arch her back and thrust her tits deeper into the groping hands.  Sara leaned her head back against the web, her toes curling and fingers clenching within the black fetter that confined her.

Sara closed her eyes as she felt the erection between her legs grow longer, stroking her slick interior walls and driving itself deeper into her womanhood.  The Witchblade remorselessly thrusted into Sara's vagina like a piston, ignorant of her muffled cries.  The bound woman's breasts heaved for air as she drooled through the black mass that still probed her mouth.  As the pleasure grew, Sara began thrusting her body as best she could within her bonds, mostly trying to drive more of the hard shaft up her vagina.  She realized it was an act of submission to her weapon, but the pleasure it gave her were too great to stop.  Her panting grew harsher and more intense until she orgasmed, spurting warm cum on the Witchblade's probing member.  Sara whimpered softly as her bound body twitched in her restraints, unable to move freely while her climax exploded within her.  Her stomach clenched and her back arched while her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around the throbbing Witchblade tendril inside her.  The Witchblade absorbed every drop of vaginal juices that touched its mass, the entire web shuddering as it relished the sweet honey of Sara's body.

As Sara's sweat soaked form lay limp within the bonds of the web, her mouth and pussy still filled with thick probes, she felt the web begin to retract.  Sara was suddenly released from the trap, and fell limply against the bed.  The tendril in her mouth pulled out, and she moaned as she felt the erection in her vagina pull out with a slurping sound, having gone very deeply inside her.  She watched as all the tendrils compacted back into the watch-sized band around her wrist, until the room became silent and dead again.

Sara rolled on her side, her skin hot and still gleaming with sweat and vaginal juices.  Sara pulled herself up and tossed her soaked hair from her face, even though she had been raped once again by the Witchblade, for the first time she did not feel malice towards it.

"Thank you." she moaned weakly, her tits rising and falling with heavy breathing.

***

Hawaii

Aspen Matthews walked quietly into her office, dropping her bag on a nearby chair as she shrugged off her coat.  After hanging the garment on a hook, she strolled over to her padded desk chair and collapsed into it, leaning back as far as it could go.  Aspen closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards, so her long dark hair trailed beneath her.  Almost every conscious thought she had was related to the events of the previous night, when Steven brushed against her womanhood in his water form.  Aspen had never felt such a sensation before, one of her own kind touching her intimately.  A burning question lingered in her mind, she wondered what it would feel like if she and Steven made love.

"Hey Aspen." a voice suddenly greeted.  Aspen recognized it immediately as Steven.

"Steven.  Hi!" Aspen abruptly replied, quickly sitting back up in an attempt to hide the fact she was not working.

"Just call me Steve, Steven's too formal." he smiled.  "I just finished my shift and was about to leave, then I saw you here so I thought I'd say hi."

Aspen stared at Steven as he began rambling about his shift, and what things he did.  Aspen nodded on occasion, only half paying attention to his words.  Her mind was more focused on the sensations she felt in her body by his mere presence, she could feel a moistness begin to form on her pussy, causing her to close her legs in defiance and clench the arms of her chair, but that only served to let the heat gather between her thighs.  She breathed a breathy sigh, the arousal beginning to boil within her.

"Is something wrong?" Steve asked, noticing Aspen's sudden exhale.

"No!  I mean, no nothing's wrong." Aspen replied.  "I...I just didn't get much sleep yesterday."

"Oh.  I understand.  Say Aspen...I was wondering, would you like to go get some coffee or something?"

"Aren't you tired?" Aspen asked, her heart racing.

"Yeah, that's why I want to get some coffee." he smirked.

Aspen smiled back at Steve.  "Sure." she said.  "Can you give me a minute?  I want to at least leave some evidence I started doing some work."

"Sure.  How about meeting me at the front door?  I know a really good place a few blocks down.  We can walk."

"Okay." Aspen nodded as Steve left, closing the door behind him.

As the door clicked shut and Aspen heard Steve's footsteps take him around the corner, Aspen leaned back and let her thighs open, shuddering as she relaxed her vaginal muscles and let her desire flow through her frame.  She could feel a small wet spot form on her panties, her breasts swelled beneath her tight purple blouse, straining her lacy black bra.

"What's happening?" Aspen asked herself.  "Why am I acting like such a slut?  I've been trying to stop this sort of thing.  No, this is different, Steve is different.  He's the same as me, and he's so sweet.  This is normal, I'm just a woman attracted to a man.  I'm not going to just beg him to fuck me, and if he tries to rape me I'll stop him.  And if and when we do fuck, it'll be for love.  Yes...love."

Upon Aspen's acceptance of her throbbing feelings, she opened her legs wider and felt more juices leaking out to wet her panties.  When the pleasure finally faded and her heart stopped pounding, Aspen stood up and went to meet Steve, her raging fires currently under control, but not extinguished.

***

New York City Police Department

Sara stretched her arms over her head, the old office chair she sat in creaked with exertion.  Looking up from the mountains of paper before her, Sara glanced at a wall clock that hung off a nearby wall, Sean was supposed to meet her here in five minutes to discuss the case he had been investigating.  The thought of the handsome detective gave Sara a strange feeling in her mind, almost as if she was attracted to him.  The detective tried to deny that they were such feelings, but she knew what attraction felt like, and the feelings she felt towards Sean certainly fit under the same category.  It simply surprised her how strong and how quickly they developed.

"Hey Sara." a voice suddenly greeted from Sara's right.

"Hey Sean." Sara greeted, her voice stuttering slightly as she looked up at Sean's tall figure.  Her previous thoughts of Sean still lingered in her mind.

"So, ummm...I admit I couldn't get too much on the leads." Sean said with embarrassment.

"Look Sean." Sara interrupted.  "I have to tell you, this is not my case.  I know I said I'd work with you on it but I guess I was just getting too caught up in the moment.  The truth is, I'm willing to help you with advice, but I can't be relied on to help solve this case."

"Oh, I understand." Sean replied, his voice echoing with disappointment.

"No, Sean don't be disappointed.  I admit, I could've called you earlier to cancel this, but I came here for another reason."

"What's that?"

"I...I just wanted to see you." Sara blurted.

"Really?  I'm...not sure what to think about this." Sean replied, taken aback by Sara's admission.

"I just felt like seeing you, that's all."

"Oh.  So, would you like to have dinner...the day after tomorrow?" Sean asked tentatively.

"I'd like that." Sara nodded.

"You said that you'd still be willing to help out on the case, if it's okay, perhaps you can come over to my apartment after to look over my findings in detail?"

"Sure." Sara answered without hesitation.  "But why not tonight?"

"I have some things to take care of, you know, just moved to New York and all.  Real boring stuff."

"Oh, okay then the day after tomorrow is good."

"Great.  I'll pick you up at 7:00 PM, day after tomorrow." Sean said as he walked away, waving slightly.

"See ya." Sara said softly to herself, raising her slender arm in a wave gesture of her own.

***

7 PM that night, Sara Pezinni's apartment

Sara tossed her head back and tipped the beer bottle vertical so she could swallow the last of its contents.  After gasping and swallowing the burning, cold fluid, she put the bottle on the coffee table in front of her, to join several other empty bottles.  Her skin was hot and her mind felt somewhat groggy, causing her to feel disoriented.  With great effort, Sara stood up and staggered her way across her apartment to her bedroom.

Sara collapsed on the bed and looked to her side, in the corner of her eye she saw her reflection in her full length mirror.  Sara got up again and stood in front of it, looking at herself in the glass.  Sara undid the buttons on her blouse and tossed it aside, then she removed her tight jeans.  Sara admired herself for a moment, swaying her hips seductively in her bra and panties.  She reached behind herself and undid the hooks of her bra, letting it fall to the floor.  Sara performed the same provocative movements as before, this time watching her tits as they swayed from side to side with her movements, unrestrained by any garment.  Sara closed her eyes and placed her hands flat on her hips, she gently stroked her crotch over her white panties, sighing as her pussy tingled.

By the time Sara removed her panties, they were damp with her arousal.  Sara walked away from the mirror and frantically pressed her back against the wall, closing her eyes and sighing with need.  She writhed against the wall, roving her hands over her sensuous body, pretending they were a lover's caress.  She cupped her heaving breasts and pinched her nipples, soothing some of the fire that burned within her.  Her roving right hand cupped her pussy, molesting her labia deftly before plunging in with two fingers.  Sara grunted, going into a squat and spreading apart her legs to open her fuckhole.  She sighed as her fingers stroked her clit, stoking her fires of lust.  She thrusted her hips against her probing fingers and raised her free arm above her head, clawing into the wall as her body began to rock with mild pleasure spasms.

After licking her fingers clean of her sweet, warm honey, Sara turned herself around and pressed her hands against the wall, thrusting her ass backwards, as if gesturing someone to fuck her.

"Fuck me..." Sara whispered needfully to a lover that was not present, her eyes widened as she felt something in her mind, a response.

Sara looked at her wrist and saw the Witchblade burst with black ooze that began to creep down her arm.  She could sense its growing feelings of lust, already thin tendrils began diving off her arm towards her already throbbing pussy.

"Stop, just for a moment." Sara insisted.  The Witchblade ceased moving, but transmitted its confusion to Sara.  "No, I won't refuse you" Sara told it, "but if you're going to have your way with me, then let it be on my terms."

The Witchblade responded by sending its feelings of intrigue to Sara's mind.

"You showed...this morning that you can...change your appearance.  You can be more than just black ooze.  If you want to fuck me, look like a person."

The Witchblade concurred and immediately its tendrils jumped off Sara's wrist to bundle in front of her.  Before her eyes, she saw black cords weave and merge together to form a humanoid shape, with a cord coming out of its back that anchored it to Sara's wrist, and within seconds it had gotten so detailed Sara could recognize it.  The Witchblade's mental connection to Sara had taken its model from her memories, the black humanoid looked like Aspen Matthews.

Sara looked at the Aspen-like figure before her, although it was black as night, she could make out enough details of the beautiful face to see it truly was Aspen.  Sara sighed as she stroked it's right cheek with her free hand, looking at it longingly before turning away.

"No, I...I want you to look like someone else." Sara said with a bit of reluctance.

The Witchblade was able to hear Sara's thoughts, and immediately Aspen's face and figure began changing into something else.  Sara watched as the breasts disappeared and turned into muscular pectorals, and the shapely curves turning into a toned male's figure.  Sara looked up slightly as the figure grew a few more inches, and her breasts began pumping with desire as the facial details were completed.

"Fuck me Sean." Sara whispered as she stared lustfully at the face of Sean Cray.  Sara glanced down and saw the Witchblade had formed a long, erect cock at Sean's waist.  Sara fell to her knees in submission and grasped its long length, groaning as she enveloped it with her sensual lips.  Sara ran her tongue across the dark meat, its taste similar to human flesh. The Witchblade grasped Sara by the hair and forced her head harder against the cock until she gagged from the tip driving down her throat.  The Witchblade eased off, allowing Sara to nibble gently on the bloated tip and flick it with her tongue.  She ran her nose and tongue along the bottom of the cock, its smell was similar to that of a real man's arousal.  Sara reached the two black testicles at the end and hungrily devoured them, moaning sensually as she sucked on one, and then the other.

"Lie down on the floor." Sara moaned, her tongue continuing to wet the Witchblade's erection, lubricating it for what she what she had planned.

The humanoid form of the Witchblade laid down on the bedroom floor, as it was commanded.  It's erect shaft stood straight like a spear as Sara positioned herself over it, panting with anticipation as she spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers.  Licking her moist, red lips, Sara lowered herself on the Witchblade's stiff cock.  Sara moaned as she felt the hard member drive up her belly, she could feel the Witchblade's matter pulse with lust as soon as it entered her.  The cock became longer and began slithering inside of her, caressing her hot vaginal petals and throbbing clitoris.  Sara rolled her head and let out howls of ecstasy as she began bouncing against the Witchblade's cock, her ass bobbing erotically as she rammed the hard shaft deeper inside her.

"Suck my tits, suck my tits." Sara moaned as she leaned over the Witchblade's head, causing her breasts to dangle beneath her and fall into the Witchblade's face.

The Witchblade opened its mouth and fastened itself against Sara's left sweaty tit, sucking her nipple eagerly.  Sara groaned, the Witchblade sucked with unexpected enthusiasm on her breast, her nipple grew so hard she felt like milk was ready to burst out at any moment.  Sara wrapped her arms around the Witchblade's shoulders as her humping motions intensified, her right breast swaying freely while her left continued to be enveloped by the Witchblade's devouring maw.  The Witchblade embraced Sara with powerful arms, rocking Sara's body against its crotch.  Sara writhed and shuddered within the Witchblade's grip as she orgasmed, her loud, sensual moans echoing through the bedroom.

Sara panted for air to fill her burning lungs, relishing in the warmth that throbbed in her pussy.  Sara forced her breast out of the Witchblade's mouth and kissed it on the lips, its tongue still tasted of her flesh as she stroked it.  As the ecstasy of her powerful orgasm faded, Sara laid down and stroked the Witchblade's chiseled abs, her pussy still packed tightly with its meat; which was the way she wanted it to remain for the rest of the night.

"No...we can keep fucking if you want...Sean..." Sara replied to a question the Witchblade had just asked her.  She rolled with the Witchblade on the floor, so that the Witchblade's mass was now on top of her.

"But you do all the work this time." Sara ordered, her voice weak with sexual exhaustion.

***

Hawaii

Aspen stared attentively at Steve as he told her another story.  The two shared a booth at a small coffee house, holding mugs that were long empty.  Their conversation started from small-talk, about the weather and local events, but then went onto things they found more personal, such as their common special abilities.  She had already learned Steve never knew his father, and grew up without his mother.  It was only recently, he explained, that his powers manifested.

"I never knew my real parents either." Aspen sympathized, placing a caressing hand over Steve's.  "So I know how you feel."

"You know Aspen, I was thinking, I kind of owe you my life.  I might not have made it the other night.  I've had some close calls in the past but that, that was just careless.  If I dissolved in the water, who knows what would've happened to me."

"Don't think about it." Aspen told him.

"I want to thank you Aspen." Steve said, cupping Aspen's stroking hand with his other one.

Aspen blushed slightly, and her heart once again raced.  His touch was deft and warm on her skin, as well as the sound of his kind, soothing voice.

"Aspen, I...I feel we should watch out for each other.  We're the same after all." said Steve.

"I agree." Aspen replied, in a tone of voice that betrayed her breathlessness.

"I'd like to learn more about using my powers, nobody ever taught me how to use them, and I'm afraid that I'll lose control one day.  And you, you seem to have control Aspen, I want to be as strong as you are.  Would you help me?"

Aspen's eyes widened as the wetness in her pussy returned, this time stronger than ever.  "Yes." she answered Steve in another breathy tone.

"I'll come to your apartment tomorrow, and I'll take you someplace where we won't be seen in our...other forms.  Is it okay if we do it at midnight?"

"It's okay." Aspen agreed, squeezing her thighs tightly together, her toes curling while the hand Steve wasn't holding clenched into a fist.

Steve smiled at Aspen's response.  "See you tomorrow at midnight." he said, kissing Aspen gently on the knuckles before sliding out of the booth.

Once Aspen heard the coffee shop door close, and saw the waitress disappear into the back, Aspen dropped her head and chest against the booth table, clenching the sides as she unleashed herself once again.  She gasped heavily as juices poured out of her cunt, this time in greater torrents than before.  Her panties became soaked and she felt droplets slide down her trembling legs.  Aspen undid the top few buttons on her blouse, revealing her flushed cleavage to the air, she dug into her shirt and lifted her bra cups, sighing as she felt her breasts become free.  Her nipples were already hardened peaks of lust, and she sighed as she felt them brush against the soft fabric of her shirt, as well as the sensation of the air's bite.

Aspen caught her breath and rebuttoned her blouse slightly, enough to cover most of her cleavage but leaving enough room for the air to touch her breasts.  She quickly paid the woman at the coffee shop's front desk for her beverage and walked out, eagerly anticipating tonight, when she would see Steve again.

***

Nevada, USA

"There you go, your flight to London is all set.  Will you be ready to leave in an hour?" the airport worker asked the woman in front of him.

"Certainly." the woman replied, brushing a strand of dark brown hair out of her beautiful face.

"Here you go then." the man said as he handed the woman an airplane ticket.  "Enjoy your trip, Ms. Lara Croft."

Lara smiled as she accepted the ticket.  "Oh, it's not the trip I'll enjoy, it's the destination."

THE END