By Bernie
 

The strong double doors of the mansion opened with loud, tired groans.  Light poured in, like the rapids of a rushing river after the breaking of a dam, snuffing out the darkness.  Clouds of dust kicked up from the sudden movements of her footsteps as Caitlin Fairchild walked into the musty ruins, scanning the area around her with wide, green eyes.  She remembered her long tenure here, back when the dark, quiet, dusty ruins that surrounded her were the bright, raucous and ornate hallways of a demon's mansion.  Her heart beat rapidly as she recollected walking up the stairs before her, and as if possessed by ghosts of the past, Caitlin dashed up the dusty steps and turned a corner, knowing what laid ahead.

She found that the double doors she was looking for were swung wide open, revealing the room's contents to her with a casual glance.  She quickly ran inside and fell to her knees, gasping.  Surrounding her were the instruments of pain and pleasure that her body was subjected to countless times.  Caitlin shut her eyes and listened to the echoes of her heavy breathing throughout the immense room, reminding her of her endless moans of ecstasy and agony at the hands of her previous master and lover, the demonic Sebastian.

"My master..." Caitlin whimpered, reaching into her blouse and angrily ripping it off.  She then quickly removed her shoes, socks, shorts and panties, leaving her naked in the former bondage dungeon.  Caitlin walked up to a nearby marble pillar and threw herself against it, gasping in shock at how cold the stone felt against her back and buttocks.  She writhed against the pillar, moaning and wantonly fondling herself all over, remembering how many times she had been ravaged against the very pillar she was leaning against.  Caitlin remembered something else from her memories of servitude and looked up to find what she was thinking of, a pair of dangling black manacles.

"I wouldn't lock yourself into those." a female voice suddenly echoed in Caitlin's mind.  The tall redhead stopped and looked around but much to her surprise, found she was still alone, in the room her master called the Black Room.

"Jean." Caitlin whispered in realization, knowing even her quiet mumblings would be picked up by the psychic woman.

"Yes." Jean's voice acknowledged in Caitlin's mind.  "I don't have the keys to open those manacles.  I know you're having fun remembering the old days but could you please come to the master bedroom?  I trust you know where that is."

Caitlin thought for a moment, she only remembered the master bedroom as the bedroom where Sebastian would take her from time to time and ravish her for days on end.  She never slept in a bedroom, for her master almost never grew tired and simply fucked her until he had other matters to deal with, and then he would take her to the cages in the basement where she would sleep, and anxiously await his return.

"Well?" Jean's voice interrupted.  "Down the hall..."

"And make two lefts and a right." Caitlin interrupted, finishing Jean's instructions.  "I remember where it was Jean."

Caitlin approached the bedroom door and tentatively opened it.  She peeked inside and opened the door fully when she saw Jean and Lara lounging naked on the massive, canopied bed.  Caitlin's breath quickened as she closed the door behind her, gasping as she heard the latch click shut.  She recollected that was the last sound she would hear for days beyond the sounds of either her ecstatic screams or Sebastien's beast-like grunts.  The bed was exactly as she remembered it, with tall, ornately carved wooden posts on each corner that supported an enormous white silk canopy above.  Each post had a set of manacles that Sebastien had installed personally for Caitlin, set to the perfect height to accommodate the stunning girl's tall figure.  She recollected how tight the bonds were on her wrists, how helpless it truly made her feel as she was bound and ravaged viciously by her master.

"I think I know what you want to do." Jean smiled as she noticed the honey trickling from Caitlin's pussy, down her sleek thighs.

Caitlin crawled onto the bed, joining the two beauties as she laid on her back and spread her legs.  Lara straddled Caitlin over her face, rolling her hips to brush her pussy lips over the redhead's mouth.  Caitlin flicked at Lara's womanhood with her tongue, running it up and down the length of her vagina as she slowly forced it inside.  Lara panted raggedly, her hands fondling Caitlin's luscious tit mounds as she arched her back and began to bounce on Caitlin's face.

Lara and Caitlin were so lost in their passion they failed to notice Jean had temporarily crawled off the bed.  When she returned, she was stroking the length of a long, black plastic dildo strapped to her waist.  She gripped Caitlin's spread thighs by the knees and crawled between them, guiding the bloated tip of her dildo to the opened slit of Caitlin's vagina.  With a smile on her face, Jean thrust her way into Caitlin, relishing in the girl's loud moans of pleasure.

Jean closed her eyes and moaned as she thrust into Caitlin with a steady motion, her breasts swaying as her body moved.  Jean and Lara leaned forward from their positions as they humped Caitlin's body and kissed each other on the lips, their tongues hot and wet as they caressed sensually.  Lara allowed her mistress to suck on her moist lips and fondle her sweaty, buxom breasts.  Lara leaned back on her hands, moaning while Jean licked down her neck and sucked on her tits.  The lascivious redhead continued to push her way into Caitlin's belly as she filled her mouth with Lara's tender breasts, drawing loud, ragged moans from both women.  Caitlin gripped the sheets beneath her, already moist with the perspiration of the three gorgeous women, her hips thrusting in sync with Jean's as the dildo drove deeper up her vagina.

Caitlin writhed beneath her two lovers as she orgasmed, her back arching as her vagina tightened around Jean's dildo like a vice.  Caitlin's moans were muffled by Lara's pussy inside her mouth, but she could feel her lover shift on top of her, her body began to undulate with pleasure.  Lara panted inside Jean's mouth as they shared another passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around her mistress and digging her nails into Jean's soft skin as her orgasm approached, screaming with release and ecstasy as she finally came.  Caitlin was too exhausted from her climax, and allowed the torrents of juices that poured from Lara's vagina to splatter on her cheeks and lips.  She swallowed the droplets that fell in her mouth, relishing them like sweet ambrosia.

***

Much later

The entrance to the dark mansion creaked open once again.  Sean walked solemnly inside the dusty hallways, continuing to cradle the unconscious form of Sara Pezinni in his arms.  He looked up and saw Lara Croft smiling at him, her body clearly displaying signs of an anxious nature.

"Hello, mother." Sean greeted, his voice flat.

"Excellent work Sean." Lara complimented.  "Take her downstairs and put her in a cage."

Sean merely nodded in compliance and carried Sara down the hall where the door to the pen was located.

***

Aspen Matthews crawled into the passenger seat of the rented car, the sun warmed leather seat was initially uncomfortable the bare skin of her legs, revealed through the cut-off shorts she wore.  But she ignored the discomfort, and turned and smiled at her companion, Steven Loft, as he buckled his seat belt in the driver seat.

"So what do we do first?" Aspen grinned as she held onto Steven's left arm.

Steven smiled back and produced a long, red blindfold from his pants pocket.  "Put this on Aspen." Steven insisted as he handed Aspen the blindfold.

"What's this for?" Aspen asked, taking the blindfold in her hand.

"I have a big surprise waiting for you, and I don't want you to see it until I'm ready to show it to you."

"Ooohh...I can't wait then." Aspen smiled as she obediently put on the blindfold, tying it snugly around her eyes.

***

Aspen could see nothing through the darkness of the blindfold, and the tedious length of the car ride caused her to doze off.  She noticed however, the heat of the sun against her skin had since faded, and was replaced by a cool sensation in the air.  Growing impatient, she pulled her blindfold off over one eye and saw it was nighttime, and they were in the middle of nowhere.  Despite her suspicion, she trusted it was part of Steven's surprise.  Before she could replace her blindfold, the car halted, and Aspen noticed a large, dark house in the corner of her eye.  She turned and fought back a scream when she recognized it, it was the house of Sebastien.

"Don't take off the blindfold yet." Steven suddenly announced as he unbuckled his seat belt.

"What, what the hell are we doing here?!" Aspen gasped, throwing off the blindfold and facing Steven.

"Umm...it's a friend's house and we're going to house-sit." Steven hastily replied.

"Bullshit!  I know that house!  Who the hell are you working for?!"

"Aspen, I'm telling you the truth." Steven insisted, putting his hand on Aspen's bare shoulder.

"Don't touch me!  Take me home Steven." Aspen demanded as she pushed Steven away.

Steven paused and sighed remorsefully, "I can't do that Aspen." he said as he pushed the button on the driver-side door to open the passenger-side window, directly beside Aspen.

Before the window even stopped moving, Aspen felt a sudden pain in her shoulder.  She looked and saw a dart piercing her skin.  Immediately her vision became blurred and her head began to spin.  Aspen squeezed her eyes shut and held her head, hoping it would go away but to no avail.  She reached for the handle of the door but found it locked, and soon her dizziness was so overpowering she was unable to pull up the door lock.  Her head fell and leaned out the open window from her weakness, and she melted into water in a last ditch effort to escape.  Water poured of of the car in a torrent, and began to slink across the dry, cracked ground.  The tranquilizer in her bloodstream however, dashed Aspen's hopes, as it finally took effect on her watery form as well.  The puddle of water crept to a halt, and reformed into a beautiful, naked woman.  Aspen could hear footsteps approaching her from the house before she completely lost consciousness.

"Great job Steven." Lara said sarcastically, still holding her tranquilizer gun.

"I guess she peeked." Steven replied, a degree of fear and meekness in his voice.  "Was the tranquilizer necessary?"

"Obviously it was." Lara answered before turning around.  "Bring her into the house and take her straight to the pit.  I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, mother." Steven sighed as he gently cradled Aspen's nude body, looking at her angelic face with affection as he carried her up the mansion's steps.

***

"Why Lara?  Why?" cried Sara, tears flowing from her cheeks to her naked breasts.  She continually struggled in her bonds, despite their strength.  Her wrists were tied behind her back to rest on the swell of her bare buttocks, while her ankles were kept together to render her immobile.

"It's a long story Sara." Lara explained from the outside Sara's cage.  "But, I guess the easiest way to explain it is, I am the Demon Mother."

"What?  You were pregnant?"

"Sean is my son.  And Aspen has a lover too.  His name is Steven, and he is Sean's brother."

Sara gasped, her mind reeling as she struggled to accept what Lara had just told her.  "How?!" she finally managed to ask.

"Jean explained something about how the energy from the Witchblade that developed when you were pregnant, entered me.  I didn't choose to be the Demon Mother love," Lara replied as she paced in front of her bound prisoner, "but when I did, I felt this incredible feeling of power."

"Why all the seduction?  Why the lies?  Why didn't you just rape us you bitch?!" the detective spat.

"Sara, you wound me.  I know you don't mean it.  I still love you, and Aspen.  I wanted to let you two experience the pleasure first, so you would agree to my plan."

"What plan?"

"According to an ancient tome we found in Sebastien's desk, there is a way to resurrect demons like him."

Sara's eyes and mouth widened in shock as she heard the revelation.

"When a demon dies, his life force explodes, and is scattered around.  Almost like if you blew up a bag of flour.  Anyway, the people around a demon when it dies, get a piece of his life force, sort of attached to their own."

"What does that mean?" Sara asked, her voice filled with fear and uncertainty.

"Oh, don't worry love, nothing will happen to you.  You and I and the rest of us are still completely human.  But it means we sort of bear a mark, an invisible mark.  It says that we were around when Sebastien died.

"It also means, we can use our life force to resurrect him, but it would require sacrifice."  Lara then raised a finger in precaution at Sara.  "Now, don't protest that I was going to sacrifice you Sara, or Aspen.  You have to understand Sara, I still love you."  Lara purred.  Sara stared back at her, a stone cold look in her narrowed eyes.  Lara was unfazed by Sara's glare and continued her explanation.

"Instead of sacrificing your lives, we found that if we caused you to breed demon children, we could use their life force instead, since they too would bear Sebastien's death mark.  At first, Jean was at a loss, for there aren't anymore demons on this planet.  But me and my developing demon children caught her attention, and we decided to join forces to bring back our master.  Unfortunately, Sean and Steven simply aren't good enough to impregnate you.  We didn't know it at the time, but they're more human than demon, both of them are even sterile.  So we need another way to get you pregnant."

"You bitch!"  Sara spat.

"Now, now." said Lara.  "Please Sara, don't think I hate you.  I still love you."

"If you loved me, or any of us, you wouldn't make us your bitches!"

"Sara!  I didn't!  Sean is in love with you, I let him fall in love with you because I wanted you to be happy.  Sean is a good boy, really."

"How am I going to have his kids if he's sterile?!  Huh?!  Think of that?!!"

"Who says you're going to have his kids?"

"What?" Sara gasped.

"I have a third son." Lara added.

"A, a third son?" Sara stammered, fear racing in her heart.

"Yes, he doesn't have a name, but he's definitely fertile.  He's not quite a demon either, he's just a mess.  I think having triplets screwed things up, I think the leftover demon pieces got thrown together into him.  By the way, better save your strength, we need a lot of demon children.  Even with a fetus in your belly for only a month or two, you're going to be pregnant for a long, long time."

"Why?!  Why bring that monster back?!!"

"Isn't it obvious Sara?  I need him." she shuddered.  "I understand exactly how Jean felt, it was partially her idea as well to do this.  Once I felt Sebastien cum, I needed more."  The British woman began to stroke her tight, flat belly.  "I can't help it Sara.  It obsesses me."

"Lara, you're the one who always believed in helping people overcome things like this, we did it with Caitlin, we can do it for you."

"I tried Sara.  Really.  I tried almost every other angle, but now, I'm using this one.  It's okay for me to want more.  It's unhealthy for you to deny something that's true about you.  Caitlin saw it, and she's okay."

"But Caitlin knows that it was wrong, and she's not trying to bring him back!!"

"Caitlin is strong that way Sara." snapped Lara.  "I was arrogant, I thought I could outsmart Sebastien, and use him.  But he outsmarted me, and humbled me.  And I liked it.  But I'll admit, it's more than just that."

A long pause followed before Lara asked, "Sara, have you ever killed someone?"

"Yes." Sara replied calmly.  "But I'm a police officer, that happens sometimes."

"Yeah, you have a good reason.  Really.  But me, I'm basically a thief.  When I killed someone for the first time, I felt horrible.  At that point I had been stealing from tombs for years, but stealing didn't bother me.  I became used to it, and I decided nobody got hurt since the artifacts I took were just sitting there for centuries.  I once heard on some talk show that people called me a 'spoiled brat', and that I stole because I was pampered when I grew up, and now I always want more and more precious items.  But, I think they weren't too far off.  One day, I stole some artifact, I even forget which one it was, but these guards came after me.  One of them cornered me.  I panicked, and I shot him.  He fell over.  I thought he was just hurt, but then, I realized he was dead."

Lara sat down on the floor across from Sara, a reflective look on her face.  Sara couldn't help but pay close attention to Lara's words.

"It was the the first time I killed someone. I saw this look in his eyes, the blank look of death.  And I knew that I was the one that put it there.  I had ended life.  I tried to think about how it was justifiable, but I couldn't.  He was doing his job.  By all rights, I should've been the one shot.  I just sat there, knowing, I crossed this point of no return.  I had killed.  But I knew that it wouldn't be the last time, and it wasn't.

"Soon, it got to the point where it felt almost like a video game, and I was supposed to kill whoever got in my way of getting what I wanted.  I kept thinking that way because it made me feel superior I guess.  I could kill without remorse.  For years, I've been looking for a way to deal with all the guilt I've been facing, because it bothers me, one hell of a lot."

"Get to the point Lara." Sara interrupted.

"I thought I found it in Caitlin, but then Sebastien raped me in the park.  When Sebastien came into my belly, I felt something.  It felt, so good.  After that, I felt drawn to Sebastien.  I dressed like a whore and begged him to fuck me.  And he fucked me.  Oh god did he fuck me."  Lara moaned slightly and placed her hand over her vagina.  "It was so wonderful, like a drug.  It's so good Sara, I can't even begin to describe it.  I see what happened to Caitlin, and Aspen.  They felt it.  Maybe, I can make you feel it too."

"Lara.  Please, you're not well.  Let us help you." pleaded Sara, her voice beginning to betray her fear.

"I want him to fuck me so that he can erase all my guilt.  Let it wash away in a sea of bliss.  I want to bring him back and let him fuck me for all eternity.  I belong to him Sara.  I am his possession."

"Lara.  Please.  We can help you." Sara insisted, her voice pleading for Lara's attention.

"Sorry Sara." said Lara as she began to walk away.  "It's too late for me.  We all have dark sides of our souls.  It's the truth.  I learned about a lot about that kind of thing from a group of monks.  That Witchblade of yours, no doubt it makes you so hungry for pleasure, just pure pleasure.  And I gave it to you with Sean.  Aspen, you know her heritage with the underwater species has made her subconsciously dominating.  So I used Steven to give her the opportunity to feel strong and confident after she got into such a gutter about being a slut.  Don't you see Sara?  I did what I did because I love you both."

"Lara, this isn't love.  If you loved us you wouldn't do this to us."

Lara smiled, but ignored her lover's plea and walked out of the holding pen.

"Lara!!  Lara!!!!  LARA!!!!!" Sara screamed with rage and fear.  Lara continued to ignore her and closed the door behind her, sighing with grief.

"I wish you'd understand Sara." exhaled the British woman.  She turned to her right where Sean was sitting on the ground, his arms resting on his knees.

"Sean, take Sara and meet me at the pit."

Sean silently acknowledged his mother with a nod and stood up, opened the holding pen's heavy door and walked in.  Sara screamed at him as soon as she saw him, but he was oblivious to what she was saying.  He sighed one word to silence the shrieking woman, "Sleep."

***

Sean carried Sara while Steven cradled Aspen's half-conscious form to an cavernous room beneath Sebastien's mansion.  Lara, Jean and Caitlin awaited them, all three of them naked.  Behind them was an enormous hole that was crudely dug into the concrete floor; and inside, something moving was covered by the shadows.

"Meet my third son." Lara introduced, waving her hand over the pit.  "I never named him, but that's because he probably wouldn't respond to it anyway.  It seems having triplets screwed up the demon mother prophecy.  It's why the three of you inherited different demonic powers, and why only my third son is fertile."

"Soon our master will return." Jean gloated as she turned to the pit and watched the movements in the dark.

"Sooner than you think." Lara added, her grin wide as she pushed Jean by the shoulders into the pit below.

Jean had little time to shriek before she hit the ground with a loud thud and a cloud of dust.  She quickly shook off her disorientation and immediately turned to Lara, who was grinning devilishly.

"Lara!  What are you doing you whore?!" Jean screamed as she desperately tried to climb back up, she could feel the body heat of the approaching, pulsating demonic mass behind her.

"You were present when Master Sebastien died Jean, you are a suitable vessel for a demon spawn."

"I am your master!"

"No!  You shouldn't have confided in me the way you did Jean.  Your plan was brilliant, and I simply improved it.  Now Master Sebastien will fuck only me!"

"No!  Lara you traitorous bitch!!"

Jean concentrated and slowly her body began to rise from the use of her telekinesis, but a slimy limb shot out from the darkness and wrapped around her ankle, pulling her back to the ground.  She slammed to the floor on her stomach and quickly turned around on her back so she could see what had grabbed her.  The sight that greeted her caused her to shriek in terror.

The creature growled with the ferocity of a lion, yet sounded like nothing the earth could ever produce.  As it came out of the darkness, its form was revealed.  A mass of tentacles sprouted from a round, slimy base with a pair of large human like eyes placed in a non symmetrical way on its round surface.  A large, flapping gap with teeth littered along the insides laid between the eyes, making the monster almost resemble a twisted human face.  One of the tentacles had an erect phallus protruding from the tip, already dripping with white cum.

Jean felt herself getting dragged towards the monster, his phallus already hung over her, a few drops of his seed already stained her breasts.  She screamed in terror as she felt him spread her legs apart, a tentacle wrapped around each of her slender ankles.  She gritted her teeth and strained her mind to produce a telekinetic barrier around her body, but it was extremely close fitting, due to her weakened telekinetic powers.  The monster growled in frustration as repeated jabs with his phallus between her legs failed to penetrate, but Jean could feel a throb of pain every time he pounded on her defenses, she feared the next blow would bet he one to shatter her barrier.  Even though she knew it did no good, she screamed in horror.

"My god." Caitlin gasped as she watched the creature continue to advance on Jean, the redhead's screams becoming more and more desperate.

"This is getting dull.  I want to see some fucking.  Sean, Steven, throw Sara and Aspen in there." Lara ordered.

Sean and Steven heard their mother's command, but remained silent and unmoving from their positions as Sara and Aspen slowly began to regain consciousness.

"Dammit!  I said do it!" Lara barked.  "Caitlin, you do it!"

"You need help Lara." Caitlin said, before striking Lara in the gut with her fist, and then pushing her by the shoulders, to land directly on top of the mass of tentacles she called 'son.'

"NO!!!" Lara screamed as tentacles gripped her wrists, ankles and torso.  She was immediately straddled over the thick phallus of the demon and penetrated.  Lara screamed, helpless as the demon's tentacles thrust her atop the erect phallus, sliding up and down her cunt with its slick, hard meat.

"SEAN!!  STEVEN!!  HELP ME!!!" Lara shrieked.  But her calls for help fell on deaf ears.

"The ultimate taboo, just like it was for me." Caitlin murmured as she turned away from the sight of Lara being raped by her demonic offspring.

The screams of Lara and Jean were enough to awaken Aspen and Sara.  They both regained consciousness just as Sean and Steven were forced to let them down from their arms.  Already they could feel their strength leaving their bodies.

"What's going on?" Sara groaned as she forced herself up.

"Sara?" Aspen moaned, her eyes squinted to help adjust her still blurry vision.

"Aspen?" Sara gasped as she saw her former lover.

"Sara, we don't have much time left." Sean told her, his voice beginning to break.  "But...me and Steve, we've been talking, and we both want you to be happy."

"Sean...I..." Sara stammered, reaching out to hold Sean's hand.

"No Sara." Sean said as he redirected Sara's hand and joined it to Aspen Matthews's hand.

"Steven..." Aspen cried.

"Forget about us." Steve added, placing his hand on top of the union.  "We're accidents, freaks.  Mother never counted on us falling in love."

All we can do now is try to make you as happy as we can, before we go.  And I think this is the greatest thing we can do for you."

"Aspen...do you...still love me?" Sara asked.

"Yes." Aspen replied without hesitation.

Sean and Steve smiled and retracted their hands, leaving Sara and Aspen joined.  Sara and Aspen hugged each other passionately, warmly.  They looked each other in the eyes and brought their lips close together, each of them pouting and panting for the taste of each other's flesh, when the simultaneous sounds of Lara's scream, and Steven and Sean's grunts, echoed through the room.

"Goodbye." Steven bade, as life quickly escaped his body.

"I love you." Sean wheezed, as he joined his brother in death.

Sara and Aspen fought back sobs as the horrible sounds of their corpses hitting the floor boomed like thunder in their ears.  Their embrace grew tighter, but in an expression of sadness, sympathy and support, rather than lust.  Tears flowed down their cheeks and sobs exploded from their mouths as they let themselves go within each other's arms.

Caitlin Fairchild wiped a tear from her right eye as she watched Sara and Aspen hold each other in sorrow, but the redhead turned her attention to the pit below her.  The tentacled demon was now gone, and only Lara Croft was left.  Her naked, cum-splattered body laid completely still in the pit, in the exact place she had just been violated.  Caitlin's first instinct was to dive in there, but she knew she first needed to find a way to get back up.

It was then that Jean Grey emerged from her hiding place in the shadows.  At first, Caitlin feared what she would do to Lara, who had just moments before, betrayed her.  Jean however, played contrary to Caitlin's suspicions when she picked up Lara in her arms, and using her telekinetic mutant powers, slowly levitated out of the pit, to join Caitlin standing at the edge.

Jean gently laid Lara on the ground, trying to ignore the pain that throbbed from her head.  Her extensive use of her telekinetic powers after such a long period of dormancy, took its toll on her.

"Lara?" Caitlin asked, watching Lara's naked body twitch.

"I....I'm sorry." Lara managed to grumble before falling unconscious.

"Sara, Aspen...I'm...sorry." Jean managed to apologize despite her throbbing migraine.  But Aspen and Sara gave the redhead burning, malicious glares.

"Funny, the third brother's body disintegrated.  But Sean and Steven, their bodies are still there, I wonder why?" Jean remarked.

"I think the answer is obvious." Sara scowled.  The brown-haired woman hooked her left arm around Aspen's slender waist and walked away with her.

***

Lara Croft laid in her bed and stared vacantly at the ceiling tiles above.  She was very oblivious to what was going on, not even paying attention to what the doctors and nurses had said to her all day.  All she knew was that she was in a hospital, and judging from the doctor's expression as he read her diagnosis, she would be fine.  Lara did not feel an urgent need to go home, for she knew this stay was necessary.  She knew how her obsession, along with Jean's mind games, had affected her behavior.  Thinking of how she used Sara, Aspen, and even Caitlin, caused a pain in the pit of her stomach.  A flash of red in the corner of Lara's eye caught her attention.  She turned slightly and saw Jean Grey standing in the doorway, silent and unmoving.  From what Lara could tell it appeared Jean had been standing there nervously for some time.

"Hello Jean." Lara greeted, her face remaining neutral, although rage boiled in her head.

"Hey Lara." Jean replied, her visage also appearing neutral.  "I...I guess you aren't happy to see me."

"Did you read my mind?"

"No, I don't need to be a mind reader to figure that out.  I just have to be an attentive mind.  I just came to say goodbye."

"Are you going home Jean?"

"I can't go home Lara, and I can't go with any of you.  I'm too ashamed.  I have no place to go."

"What are you going to do?"

"Find something, somewhere." Jean replied vaguely.

"Lara Do you know where Caitlin is?" Lara asked, changing the subject.

"She's taking care of a couple of loose ends.  That's all she told me.

"Look Lara, I'm not going to apologize for what I did.  I...I admit that some of the things I did was wrong, but I can't help it.  Everything is different, everything changed when Sebastien first raped me.  I did everything I did just so I could feel it again.  Now that there's no chance of ever experiencing it again, I'm lost.

"So I'm leaving now Lara.  If I have my way, you, Sara, Aspen, and Caitlin, will never see me again, ever." Jean said before turning around and heading towards the door.

"My door is always open Jean." Lara added.

"I won't come knocking." Jean replied without even looking at Lara.

***

Sebastien's former home still looked the same as it had the first time Caitlin saw it, even though it had been abandoned for some time, its exterior still gave off the image of luxury, and continued to hide the sins committed within.

Caitlin closed her eyes as she pressed the detonator switch, and for a moment, the soft sounds of the desert were silenced as the acknowledging click of the button went off.

A series of explosions rocked within the immense halls of the mansion, their sounds muffled by the building's thick walls. Caitlin stood silently as she watched the late demon Sebastien's home crumble into dust.  Her erotic memories flashed through her mind, of every time, every position Sebastien fucked, whipped, and molested her.  A year of the most inhumane debauchery, relived within moments.

And Caitlin barely uttered a sigh.

***

"What happened to the girls you recovered?" Caitlin asked the doctor.

"Well, we only found three survivors.  There was a long row of cages in the basement beneath the house, but most of them were empty.  And most of the cages that had girls, well, the girls had died of starvation or dehydration.  Only two of them were still alive, but it will be a long road to recovery for them."

"What were their names?" Caitlin asked, her heart racing as she contemplated who she knew was down there, who could be dead.

"They've been identified as, Abbey Chase and Sydney Savage." the doctor replied after checking the next page on his clipboard.

"I don't know them." Caitlin lied.  She knew of them, and their constant sexual activity, but little else.  "And the third survivor?"

"Apparently there was a large underground cavern of some kind that was beneath the mansion."

"Yes, that's what I told the authorities."

"Oh.  Well, from what I've been told there was some initial resistance from some...people living down there but they were quickly suppressed.  One girl was found there, it was apparently quite horrible.  She was quite resistant and terrified at first, but eventually we were able to bring her here.  She was physically too weak to resist."

I'm sorry miss, what did you say your name was?"

"Caitlin Fairchild."

"Really?" the doctor asked, raising an eyebrow with intrigue.

"Why?"

"This girl won't speak to us.  But she keeps muttering, 'Where is Caitlin Fairchild?'"

"What?!"

"I have no idea what that means.  Do you know this girl?"

"I don't know.  May I see her?"

"Certainly."

***

Caitlin walked into the large room.  It was painted white with grey tiles on the floor, and a very modest white twin bed sat off to the side.  Kneeling in the corner, with her back to the door, was a teenage girl dressed in a white hospital gown.  She had messy black hair that was down to the middle of her back, and from what Caitlin could tell, she had long streaks of pink in her hair in the front, framing her young face.  The girl stole a quick glance then quickly turned back, simply out of a reaction to the sound of Caitlin entering.  But then slowly she turned back around and looked more carefully at her visitor.

"Caitlin?" the girl stuttered, her eyes widening.

"Yes." Caitlin acknowledged cautiously.

"Oh...oh my god.  Oh my god!" the girl exclaimed as she stood up and faced Caitlin, but kept stationed in the corner.  "Caitlin, it's me, Roxy!  I mean, yeah my hair is longer but I haven't had a chance to cut it and I probably look like shit but it's me!  Your sister!"

"Oh...oh my god!" Caitlin said with false exuberance.  Deep down, she had no recollection who Roxy truly was.  She had a feeling she knew her before she became Sebastien's mindless sex slave, but she couldn't remember any details about her.  She couldn't remember the details of anybody she met before becoming Sebastien's slave.  As far as she remembered, that day was the first day of her life.  Only one memory of the girl's face exited, when Sebastien ordered Caitlin to rape her, which she did, for many hours.  Looking at the girl, with hope so bright in her eyes, Caitlin felt it would crush her if she admitted the truth at this moment.

"Caitlin, do you have any idea what I've been through to find you?" Roxy asked Caitlin rhetorically, her body visibly shaking as she spoke.

Caitlin paused, unsure of how to answer.  Roxy noticed and continued speaking.  "You know after Sebastien raped me, and then you raped me for...I don't know...hours I think it was.  And then Sebastien raped me over and over until I just let him do whatever to me, just so he wouldn't hurt me anymore.

"And then there was...that place.  I think it was called the whorehell.  There were these men down there, they had leather masks on, and all they ever did was rape me.  Non-stop." Roxy explained, her voice noticably dropping as she began to describe her ordeal.

Caitlin could feel tears beginning to well in her eyes and her knees beginning to buckle, she had heard of the whorehell and the fate of any woman who had been sent down there.

"There was some redhead down there for a while, but she liked it there.  Jean I think was her name.  We had sex a few times, horrible sex, but then she disappeared and I was the only woman down there.  And then...then a lot of the men were killed.  At first when I saw all those dead bodies I thought it was great, maybe I can escape.  But then it turns out there were a few left, and I was the only woman they could fuck.

"So they fucked me Caitlin, nothing changed.  Now it was only a few guys instead of a dozen but it was all the same.  I have no idea how long I was down there Caitlin, I lost count at 86 days.  But I know it was probably at least double, maybe triple, maybe quadruple that.  There's no day or night down there.  Some days I'd be so exhausted from the fucking I have no idea how long I slept.  And do you know what's ironic Caitlin?"  Roxy asked, shaking her head as her lips curled slightly into a smile.

"No, what?" Caitlin asked.

Roxy scoffed.  "I kept begging for death, maybe since I never got to eat I thought I'd starve to death.  But then it took me forever to realize that I'm still alive, and its because I kept on swallowing seed.  That kept me alive.  They were force feeding me the whole time!"

"Oh god..." Caitlin gasped, reaching out to hold Roxy's hand.

"Don't touch me!" Roxy snapped, pulling away in a panic.  "I don't want to be touched!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Caitlin hastily apologized.

"Everytime I get touched, I think about how those men would keep fondling me...keep touching me...everywhere..."

"I'm really really sorry." Caitlin apologized.

"I used to want children Caitlin, but now, I don't know if I can ever...", Roxy paused and took a deep breath before quickly muttering.  "...let someone come inside me again.

"I never got pregnant Caitlin, but maybe those guys destroyed my ability to have children, I don't know.  Or maybe they can't get you pregnant, maybe that's why they keep on fucking you non-stop.  Maybe that's the whole point, they can fuck you non-stop.  Yeah, maybe that's the point.  Maybe so they won't have to wait, I mean they wouldn't rape me while I was pregnant.  No, they're too stupid, maybe they would have.  Oh fuck look at me I'm babbling.

"It's okay." Caitlin said, trying her best to sound comforting while trying to not sound pretentious.

"Look Caitlin," Roxy continued, "the whole time, I kept on blaming you, because you raped me and everything because you were a demon's slut.  But now, seeing you here okay, I guess...I guess it's hard to stay mad because I see that something was wrong with you then.  And, I guess I'm...I'm so happy that you're okay."

Caitlin smiled lightly at the girl but her eyes betrayed a hint of confusion, which did not go unnoticed by Roxy.

"Caitlin," she asked, "don't you have anything to say to me?  Anything?"

"I, I'm happy to see you Roxy." Caitlin replied, but the forced emotion was evident to Roxy.

"Caitlin, please.  What's wrong?  Don't you recognize me?  Tell me the truth Caitlin."

"I'm...I'm sorry." Caitlin apologized, sighing deeply before saying, "But I don't know who you are."

The expression on Roxy's face, one of hope and happiness, faded steadily as Caitlin's words echoed through her mind, until they were finally acknowledged.  Roxy remained silent for a while, creating an increasingly uneasy air between the two girls.  "You don't know who I am?" Roxy suddenly asked, her voice sunken.  "You don't recognize me?"

"Ever since I became free from Sebastien, my memories from before my enslavement are gone."

"So you don't recognize me?  At all?!" Roxy asked, her lips beginning to quiver.  "Come on Caitlin, please tell me if you recognize me at all!  Anything!  ANYTHING!!"  Her last words were spoken with such volume it scared even Roxy.

Caitlin's lower lip trembled as she fought back tears.  "I...I do recognize you, because I remember when...I raped you."

Another period of uneasy silence passed, as if time was frozen.  Roxy betrayed nothing of her emotions physically, and Caitlin merely stood still, unable to speak.  Suddenly the sound of Roxy's inhaling broke the calm.

"You...you BITCH!!" Roxy screamed.  "You fucking bitch!  I hate you!  Get the hell out of here you fucking whore!!!"

"Roxy please!  Don't!" Caitlin insisted, Roxy's words like daggers through her heart.

"I did everything for you Caitlin!  Everything!" Roxy screamed through teary eyes.  "And you don't even fucking remember me?!  Here!  Maybe this will jog your memory!"  Roxy angrily ripped off her hospital gown.  "Here!  Recognize this cunt?!  Or do you need to sample it?!  How about you just rape me again so you can remember?!  Or how about these tits huh?!  Remember when you bit my nipples and I screamed!  I begged you to stop!!  Here, this sound familiar!  'STOP!  NO CAITLIN!  STOP!!  NO MORE!!!'" Roxy wailed, flailing her arms angrily at Caitlin.

"Stop this Roxy please!" Caitlin insisted, gripping her naked sister's wrists and ceasing her thrashing.

"Let me go Caitlin!  LET ME GO!!!" Roxy shrieked in reaction to Caitlin's forceful grip, when suddenly memories of being raped; forced to the ground by a dozen men, her wrists bound above her head, and then sodomized while another would force oral sex out of her, all came back.  The shock was enough to reduce Roxy to tears and crumpled her to her knees.

Caitlin descended with Roxy and embraced her, allowing her sister to sob into her shoulder.  Caitlin's tears soon joined Roxy's as she whispered soothing sounds into the raven-haired girl's ear.

"I went to hell for you Caitlin." Roxy cried.  "And it looks like I never left."

THE END