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By Bernie

Caitlin Fairchild walked weakly by her master's side as they returned to his mansion.  The tall redhead's hair was dirty and her skin was covered with sweaty filth.  Caitlin continually hugged her belly through her silk robe, her normally toned body now pregnant with a demonic offspring.  Sebastien looked down at his mindless slave as he lead her by the arm down the hallway.  She was clearly pregnant by the size of her belly, and judging by the way Caitlin constantly moaned, she was suffering from everything a 'normal' pregnancy would offer.  Caitlin suddenly staggered to the ground and threw up, filling the hallway with the putrid stench of vomit.  Sebastien wrinkled his nose as his nostrils filled with the fumes.  Before he could even open his mouth, one of the demon man's faithful servants was already running down the hallway with a mop.  Caitlin, vomit and drool flowing down her chin, weakly said, "I'm sorry master," her emerald eyes filled with almost child-like innocence.  Sebastien smiled and pet her on the head like an obedient dog.  "That's alright my pet," he replied as they continued walking, leaving the mess behind.

Sebastien led Caitlin to a massive bathroom where two leather-clad women stood ready by an inset bathtub.  Wisps of steam escaped from the surface of the hot water which filled it, while the warm scents in the air revealed the water had been scented.  Sebastien gently removed Caitlin's robe, showing the women her pregnant form.  Sebastien urged his slave into the bathtub, while the two handlers went to work cleaning her body.  Caitlin sat on a raised ledge under the water's surface so she sat waist deep in water, the redhead still clutching her swollen belly.  The women handlers poured water over Caitlin to wash the dried filth off her body, while one of them lathered her body and the other rinsed shampoo in her red tresses.  Caitlin sat still, looking down while the woman scrubbing her body moved to her pendulous breasts, the handler fondled and rubbed them with sweet-smelling soap.  As the two women finished, they poured more water over Caitlin, her pale skin and bright red hair now gleaming.  Caitlin was escorted out of the bathtub, Sebastien feeling an erection poking against his pants as he saw Caitlin's form emerge dripping in hot water.  The two women took out large towels and dried her off gently, aware of her fragile womb.  "Thank you," said Sebastien to the handlers, who bowed their heads slightly.  Sebastien signalled with his head and the two women left the room.  Sebastien brought out a new robe from a nearby closet and put it over Caitlin's body, her belly and large breasts barely fitting within the robe's confines.  "How do you feel Caitlin?" the demon man asked as he stroked the redhead's cheek gently.

"I feel tired," pouted Caitlin, "I don't wanna go anywhere now."

"But we must," said Sebastien as he cupped Caitlin's chin.  "We're going to the next altar."

"Altar bad...make tummy hurt." said Caitlin, her ability for coherent thought now severely diminished with her sexual slavery.

"Don't worry," said Sebastien assuringly, his tone comforting to Caitlin's ears.  "After this, I'll make it all better."

Jean Grey slept soundly in one of Lara Croft's guest bedrooms while Lara, Sara Pezinni and Aspen Matthews were downstairs discussing their plans.

"Ireland was a real waste of time," said Aspen as she sulked against the table.

"Since when can we say otherwise?" asked Lara, her tone stern as she crossed her arms over her massive bosom.  "Everytime we get to a temple, we fail to save the girl and she gets fucked."

"You know," interrupted Sara, "sometimes I wonder why the hell we're even chasing this girl.  We don't even know her."

"We know she's going to give birth to some demon and it would spell the end of humanity as we know it if she does," replied Lara.

"How do we know that?" asked Sara.  "Just because Jean said so?"

"Yes." answered Lara.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I think that's not good enough reason to travel across the world to always get there too late and get our asses kicked."

A moment of silence followed before Lara tossed her head back in frustration and replied, "I know it's crazy, but I just want to save that girl."

"Why?"  asked Sara.

"I've seen the look in her eyes, she's lost and confused.  I think that man has enslaved her, and I can't stand that kind of thing.  That is why."

"Hm..." scoffed Sara, admitting defeat.  "I thought you wanted her for a fuckslave."

Lara smirked as Sara suggested that, "Already got two of them."

Aspen smiled and playfully said, "What is your order master?"

Lara turned towards Aspen and said, "Fuck."

The three women ran upstairs to Lara's master bedroom and closed the door behind them.  Lara turned the handle until it clicked, locking it in case Jean woke up and peeped at them.  As Lara turned around she saw Sara and Aspen already out of their pants and pulling their shirts over their heads.  Lara unbuttoned the blouse she wore and undid her trousers, letting the brown slacks fall gently to the ground.  All three women were clad in nothing but their underwear, their bodies emanating with lust.  The horny trio dove onto the bed and began feasting upon each other with need.

Jean's peaceful slumber was gradually turned into a restless sleep as she tossed and turned, her frequency increasing until she barely stood still.  The mutant girl's skin glistened with sweat as her body jerked around, her beautiful face moaning and grimacing with fear.  The slip that Jean wore clung to her every curve as her perspiration soaked the material.  Jean slowly whispered garbled words as her dream began.

Jean was standing in a dark room, the shadows so overwhelming she could not even see herself.  Without warning a loud click echoed through the air, startling her and causing her to jump slightly.  Jean felt her breasts jiggle unrestrained and realized then she was naked.  Jean looked up and saw a blinding spotlight had turned on above her, revealing her nude body to anyone who was watching.  Jean bashfully tried to cover her breasts and pussy to the best of her abilities, her tits too large to cover with one arm.  Jean reached out telepathically for any other minds, weary of any leerers who were gawking at her nakedness.  Jean sensed a presence very close by, one that seemed familiar, and was aware of Jean's presence.  Jean panicked as she sensed the other mind scan her location and desperately hid herself from detection.

"Don't bother," a voice said within Jean's head, a voice Jean knew belonged to the other mind.

Jean could hear footsteps ahead and looked in the direction they were coming from.  A lithe, sensual looking woman with red hair stepped within the boundaries of the spotlight, just enough for Jean to see her curvacious form.  The woman was clad in knee-high polished black stiletto heel boots and black leather g-string panties that barely covered her cunt.  Around her torso was a black leather brazier, exactly like the one Jean had once worn as the Black Queen.  The woman's long red hair flowed over her shoulders and shimmered in the light, but her face remained hidden by the shadows.

"Madelyne Pryor?" Jean asked the dark figure.

"No," the woman replied, her voice sounding exactly like the Jean Grey clone Madelyne Pryor.  "I'm someone else.  Someone who has been hidden for a while."

"Who are you?"  asked Jean, weary of who this strangely attractive woman was.

"I am your darkest sexual side," replied the woman, who stepped closer to Jean into the spotlight.  Jean gasped and stepped back as the woman's face was revealed as her own.  Jean tripped and fell back, the dark Jean standing over her.  "You let me partially out as the Black Queen, but now, I'm fully free from that prison you made for me."

"Me?  Prison?" asked Jean with fear.

"You were always so shy about sex, always insisting on marriage and proper acquaintaincy first.  Then the Hellfire Club gave you experiences you never imagined, and you wanted more.  I was born then."

"No." said Jean with shock, realizing it to be true.

"Yes," smiled the dark Jean as she reached for Jean's red hair.  Dark Jean pulled Jean up, Jean gritting her teeth as her rich, long hair was pulled by her dark doppleganger.  "Now, you're a slut," the leather-clad Jean said.  "You want to fuck the dark man, you want to fuck that redhead he's with, you want to fuck Lara, Aspen and Sara."

"Yes..." whispered Jean as she submitted to her guilt, her arms hanging weakly by her sides, revealing her full body to her double.

"Thinking about them makes you wet doesn't it?" whispered the dark Jean into Jean's ear.

"Yes..." admitted Jean as her cunt began moistening.

"Then fuck them," the dark Jean whispered.  "Fuck them all."

"Yes..." whispered Jean back in the real world, her cunt trembling with lust underneath the hot blankets.

Back in the dream, Jean stared weakly at her double's crotch, one of her cunt lips visible beside the thin leather strap that filled her pussy crack.  Jean inhaled the scent of her double's clit, her musky odor arousing Jean beyond belief.  "Go on," said her double as she noticed Jean's lust in her eyes.  "While you're at it, why don't you feel this?" said the dark Jean clone as she imprinted three minds into Jean's brain.  Jean shuddered violently as the mental energy flooded her mental senses, intense, unrestrained passion flowed through her lobes and spread itself through her body, her nipples hardening and her pussy dripping with juice.  She was connected to Sara, Aspen and Lara, feeling all their sexual ecstacy as they fornicated.

Aspen laid herself on the bed while Sara laid beside her and Lara sat kneeling on the bedside, her mouth drooling for Aspen's dark snatch.  Sara hungrily pulled one of Aspen's tits out of it's bra cup and sucked upon it ravenously, flicking over Aspen's hardening nipple with the tip of her tongue.  Aspen gasped and put her hand on Sara's thick brown hair, pressing the cop's head into Aspen's gorgeous cleavage.  Lara dove herself into Aspen's cunt, moving down her white panties to suck it with equal passion as Sara was giving Aspen's breast.  Aspen moaned loudly as Lara buried her face in her crotch, Aspen's dark pubic hair tickling the British woman's nose while her wet tongue danced inside Aspen's hot clitoris.

"It's...too...much..." shuddered Jean as she felt all the sexual ecstacy of the three combined minds, a continuous stream of juices flowing out of her trembling cunt down her legs.  The psychic mutant closed her eyes and gasped continuously as the passion between the women grew.  The dark Jean lifted Jean to her feet and kissed Jean on the mouth, the mutant girl returning the kiss with ferocious need, the sexual intensity of the three women needed to be unleashed upon someone.  Jean wrapped her leg around her dark double while embracing her tightly, the double returning the embrace with her hands cupping Jean's smooth asscheeks.  "You're a whore," said dark Jean through the kiss as she extended her tongue in and out of Jean's hungry mouth.  "Yes...." acknowledged Jean as her tongue danced with her double's.

Sara left Aspen's saliva coated tit to move to the marine biologist's panting lips, which she consumed.  Sara tasted her lover's hot breath and muffled her soft moans with her tongue.  Aspen shoved her hips farther into Lara's face as the British adventurer ate deeper into her heady cunt.  With a scream muffled by Sara's probing tongue Aspen burst with sticky cum, staining the sheets beneath her while filling Lara's eager mouth with her sweet nectar.  Lara drank her clit dry and jumped on the bed, sitting at the top with Aspen's head between her spread legs.  Sara straddled Aspen's torso and unfastened her sweaty bra, her big tits spilling out of their lace prison and bobbed erotically in rhythm to her straddling motions.  Aspen reached for Sara's crotch and moved aside her sticky panties to insert her finger into Sara's brown snatch.  Sara reached over Aspen's head, her tits dangling invitingly over her while the New York cop drove her own fingers into Lara's own brown snatch.

"Yes..." moaned Jean as she felt the three women begin their fuck chain, her double licking up the sides of her shoulders and neck.

The three women went into a series of heaves and pumps, like they were part of a machine.  Sara pumped Aspen's digit while probing Lara's clit, massaging the insides of her vagina.  All thee women moaned continuously, filling the room with their cries of rapture, which collectively pooled together within Jean Grey's mind.

Jean fell to the ground weakly as her double pushed her down and her mind was bombarded by the sudden spike in sexual pleasure.  Jean's double stared down at her and smiled wickedly, "You're a whore Jean, nothing but a whore," she said as she thrust her finger up Jean's love hole.

The horny trio of women continued their rhythmic onslought on each other's cunts.  Sara's gorgeous ass bounced erotically as it drove itself on top of Aspen's pumping digit, while Lara clasped her vulva around Sara's exploring finger.  Lara gripped the headboard behind her for support as she felt her vaginal muscles tighten and the heat built up within her.  Sara squeezed the bedsheet with her free hand, grabbing a handful of the soft material. Aspen gripped Sara's slender wrist tightly and opened her mouth to fasten herself around one of Sara's sweaty hooters that dangled penduously over her head.  Sara threw her head back with ecstacy over and over, her long hair flying everywhere, her gorgeous face now covered by her long sweat-soaked tresses as she prepared for the inevitable.  Sara and Lara climaxed simultaneously as they screamed out thier lust together, both their bodies writhing with pleasure as hot waterfalls of honey gushed out from between their legs.  Lara stained the inside of her thighs with cum and splattered over Aspen's dark hair while Sara coated Aspen's digit with her honey, also filling the marine biologist's hand with the thick liquid.  Aspen brought out her handful of liquid to Sara's panting lips, which Sara lapped up like a dog.

Jean screamed out loudly, her pleasure cries echoeing through the infinite space of her mind.  She felt the rapture wash over her brain, numbing her senses as her pussy drained itself with fresh honey.  As Jean caught her breath and stopped cumming, she was finally able to open her eyes and looked down at her sweaty body, now clad in the uniform her double was wearing, who was now gone.  Jean was not surprised however, and smiled as she realized the truth, "I've become her."

"Where's Jean?" asked Lara frustratingly.

"Here's a note," said Aspen as she found a piece of paper on the dresser beside the bed.  "Says, 'Gone to town, come back tonight, Jean.'"

"Where the bloody hell could she go?" asked Lara as she grabbed the note.

"Sorry ma'am," said the shopkeeper as he looked over the total on the cash register.  "Your credit card is no good here.  We don't take American Express."

"Do you accept any other payment?" asked Jean as she leaned against the counter, her slip dress revealing her bountious cleavage.

"Umm..." stuttered the middle-aged clerk as he stared at her breasts.  "We...I...uh..."

Jean walked around the counter to the other side, swaying her round hips seductively as she did so.  Jean was face to face with the clerk, his eyes focused upon her shapely body, barely covered by the short, red silk dress she wore.  Jean undid the thin strap over her left shoulder, followed by the one on the right, letting the silk fall to the ground, revealing her entire body to the shocked clerk.

"Hey!" he yelped in surprise, his cock pressing against his pants.  "Someone might come in."

"Let them," whispered Jean as she went on her knees, her eyes level with the bulge in the man's pants.  Unzipping his fly, Jean released the man's cock and pressed her lips against the tip before shoving it into her mouth.  The man groaned, closing his eyes in bliss as Jean wrapped her tongue around the man's member.  The man pushed himself deeper into Jean's willing mouth, Jean caressed the shivering cock with her lips, coating it's length with saliva with her soft tongue. The naked girl sucked hungrily on the cashier's meat, moaning with pleasure while she fondled the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Jean's cheeks tightened as her lips milked the cashier's pole. The man gasped, climaxing, shooting his jizz into Jean's throat. Jean swallowed it all eagerly, her mouth continued to suck the man's prick as he pumped his load.  When he finished, Jean pulled out and wiped the tip clean.  The redhead stood up and put her dress back on, smiling at the still surprised shop keeper.  "Have a nice day." the man stuttered as he gave Jean her bags, Jean accepting them with a polite thank you and walked out.

Jean returned to the mansion and hid her bags in her room before the three women questioned her.  Jean smiled coyly and told them she went to get some air, which they believed, although Aspen swore she saw some cum on Jean's lips.

That night, after eating dinner, Jean politely excused herself and went back to her room excitedly.  Jean closed the door behind her and locked it before running to the bags under her bed.  Producing one of them, Jean pulled out a leather outfit like the one in her dream, with some alterations.  Jean took off her clothes, staring at her gorgeous figure in the mirror and cupping her breasts for a while before putting on the outfit.  Jean slid the leather g-string panties up her legs and rest them around her hips, the cool leather feeling wonderful against her hot clit, which throbbed with anticipation of what the night would bring.  Jean slid her slender legs into knee-high stiletto boots, exactly like the ones in her dream.  Finishing the outfit was a brasier made out of black leather similar to the one her dark double wore, except this one was much more open in the centre, and it didn't cover her breasts.  Instead, it laid them out so they stood proudly supported atop her chest, wantonly.  Jean admired herself in the mirror, "Damn," she thought, "I'm hot."

Aspen Matthews brushed her teeth in her bathroom as she prepared for bed.  Tonight, Sara, Lara and her decided to refrain from sex, since Jean was in the house.  Aspen was about to spit when she heard something, like a whisper.  Aspen paused and listened again more attentively this time.  "Aspen..." the whisper said.  Aspen quickly spit and rinsed and followed the strange call, her mind too curious to resist.  "Aspen..." the whisper continued, the tanned woman increasing her speed as the source seemed nearer.  The voice seemed to come from a room in the back of Lara's mansion, which Aspen had never been to before.  The voice finally stopped as Aspen faced a wooden door in an unlit corner, which Aspen believed was the source of the voice.  Aspen cautiously turned the knob and entered.  Inside, there were lit candles everywhere, lighting the room with an eerie orange glow.  Aspen slowly treaded into the room, looking around frantically as she wondered what kind of room was this.  Aspen jumped with surprise as she heard the door close suddenly behind her.  Aspen turned and saw Jean Grey, clad in her sexy leather outfit, standing in front of the closed door, blocking the exit.  "Hello, Aspen," Jean purred as she strolled seductively closer to the shocked woman.

"Jean?" asked Aspen as she stepped back.  "What's going on?  Why are you dressed like that?"

"Don't you like it?" asked Jean, her tits bobbing hypnotically with every step she took.

"Well...it's...uh..." stuttered Aspen as she reacted to the frankness of Jean's question.

"Admit it, you love it.  You wanna suck my tits." said Jean.

"What?" said Aspen, taken aback by Jean's accusation.

"You suck Lara's clit, Sara's clit, everybody sucks everybody's clit, except me.  I want some head too."

"Jean, I don't know what to tell you but.."

"I know all about you and your lesbian orgies!" interrupted Jean loudly.  "I know you would never talk about them in public, but I'm a mind-reader remember?!"

"Jean, take it easy, I..." said Aspen, her gaze unable to focus away from Jean's luscious breasts.  Aspen felt her clit grow warm at the thought of feasting upon her mammaries, the fleshy mounds bouncing invitingly as they stood supported atop a leather brazier.  "What's happening?" thought Aspen to herself as she took a step back from Jean's advancements, her judgement clouded as she continued to be mesmerized by Jean's tits.

"You want me," said Jean, answering Aspen's thought.  "And I want you." said the redhead as she stepped up to Aspen and pushed her to the floor.  As Aspen hit the carpet with a thud, she suddenly found all her resistance drained from her body and found herself almost aroused by Jean's rough methods.  Jean lowered the shoulder straps of Aspen's nightgown and pulled the thick garment down her shapely form, until she pulled it off her feet, leaving the marine biologist naked.  Jean drank in her captive's beauty, admiring her toned body as well as her delicious tits.  "You're so hot," she said sensuously, licking her lips in anticipation.  Jean laid herself on top of Aspen and kissed her desperately, the marine biologist resisting with equal force.

"Jean!" Aspen cried as she the redhead pulled out.  "I..." the marine biologists words were suddenly cut as her mind began getting foggy.  Jean smiled as Aspen felt her ability to concentrate melt away, her ability to resist fading.  "I'm doing this," thought Jean, sending it into Aspen's brain.  "Just relax, and enjoy it."

Aspen's head fell back gently against the floor, her neck now unable to lift the seemingly heavy cranial weight.  Aspen tried desperately to speak, but found her lips almost impossible to move.  All she could muster was enough strength to open her pouty lips.  Jean took the opportunity to shove her tongue down Aspen's mouth, carressing her captive's tongue with her own.  Aspen moaned as Jean's lewd tongue embraced hers, the taste of Jean's saliva filling her mouth.  Jean continued her kiss while squeezing Aspen's naked tits, the tanned woman's nipples stiff against the redhead's palms.

Aspen closed her eyes and rolled her head back, her brain lost in a sea of ecstacy.  The marine biologist succumbed to the pleasure and returned Jean's kiss with building passion, which pleased Jean enough to return some of Aspen's stength to her.  Aspen used her new mobility to slide her hand over Jean's smooth ass, the leather g-string shoved up her moist crack.  Jean buried her hands in Aspen's dark hair while rubbing her crotch over Aspen's licentiously, both women's cunts wet for each other.  Jean broke off the kiss and slid her tongue across Aspen's chin, Aspen lifting her head back further to allow Jean to taste her neck.  Aspen's skin grew hotter as Jean began sucking on her left tit, adorning her breast with saliva.  Jean enveloped the fleshy mound with her lips, devouring Aspen's flesh.  Jean tasted the sweat excreted from her breasts and flicked her tongue over the engorged, hard nipple.

Aspen dug her fingers into Jean's crack and pulled out the sticky leather thong, Jean gasping into Aspen's flesh as she felt the hot leather garment get released from her body.  Aspen moved the garment down to Jean's knees so she could carress her dripping pussy.  Jean moaned and bit gently into Aspen's tit, wrapping her tongue around Aspen's nipple and swirling the sensitive little knob over and over.  Aspen gently massaged Jean's damp pussy mound, carressing and rubbing it until Aspen's hand was wet from the horny mutant's juices.

Jean let go of Aspen's spit-drenched tit and kissed her urgently, Aspen continuing to fondle the lips of Jean's pussy.  The two gorgeous women frenched voraciously, this time Aspen kissed with every bit of enthusiasm Jean did.  The dark haired woman gently slid a delicate finger into her lover's pussy folds.  Jean broke off the kiss as she began moaning continuously, thrusting her hips violently against Aspen's digit.  Jean gripped Aspen's head with need and buried it in her heaving bosom.  Aspen kissed and devoured Jean's quivering right tit, sucking with carnal hunger on Jean's stiff nipple.  Jean used her mental powers to share the pleasure building in her brain, overwhelming the dark haired woman who drooled and moaned across Jean's hooters, her warm spit flowing down Jean's round breast.

Jean kissed Aspen's toned shoulders sensuously, running her tongue across her tanned flesh.  Jean moved to Aspen's exposed neck while Aspen thrust another finger into Jean's clit, pushing both of her digits deep into Jean's hot vagina, her fucktunnel already well lubricated with her juices.  Jean began gasping loudly as her lungs burned for air, her round hips slamming into Aspen's fingers, already sticky with the redhead's love honey.  Jean's pleasurable gasps turned into grunts of rough pleasure as Aspen's fingers drove themselves deeper and deeper, while the insatiable mutant continued driving her hips onto them.  Aspen's slender fingers were now completely enfolded within Jean's vulva, her vaginal muscles constricting around them as a climax built up within her, Jean quivering with lust.  Jean and Aspen screamed in unison, Jean's mental powers projecting her orgasm to Aspen, their sweat soaked bodies writhing sensuously against each other as fresh honey burst from their vaginas, drenching their thighs and seeping into the carpet beneath them, which was already wet from their perspiration.

Jean and Aspen laid gasping on top of each other, their sweaty forms still radiating with heat and lust.  Jean pulled Aspen's fingers gently out of her clit, the digits exiting with a slurping sound out of Jean's sopping wet pussy.  Jean pulled the honey-coated fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, her tongue wrapping sensuously around Aspen's digits, Jean basked in the taste of her own orgasms.  Jean rolled herself off Aspen's sweaty form and laid down beside her on her back.  "Come here," Jean said playfully, curling her finger towards Aspen.  Aspen forced herself up, her naked body weak and reeking of perspiration and cum.  "Suck my clit, suck it you whore!" ordered Jean sternly as she shook off the leather panties around her ankles and spread her legs.  Aspen crawled between Jean's thighs and drove her face into Jean's pussy, her nose filled with the fumes of Jean's musky cunt scent.  Aspen gently probed Jean's moist cunt lips with her tongue, until Jean leaned forward and grabbed Aspen's head firmly, pushing Aspen's face deeply into her sex.  Jean rocked her hips violently as she thrust herself into Aspen's face, the marine biologist's probing tongue now lodged deeply into Jean's wet pussy.  Jean gasped loudly with every push, her hands buried in Aspen's dark hair as she held her head deeply against her clit.  Aspen moaned softly, her voice dwarfed by Jean's ecstatic moans as well as being muffled by Jean's heady cunt, enfolded within Aspen's mouth.  Aspen tasted Jean's juices from her previous orgasms, her sweet nectar driving her wild.  Aspen rubbed her tongue against Jean's pussy walls, thrusting the thick muscle in and out of Jean's vulva.  Jean dug her hands deeper into Aspen's hair and grasped handfuls of her thick locks, her body shuddering as she felt a climax approach.  With a loud scream, Jean orgasmed ferociously, her back arching and her body tensing with sexual pleasure, a river of cum flowed out of her clit, leaking into Aspen's sucking mouth.  Jean squeezed her thighs around Aspen's head, locking the woman at her sex while she continued cumming.

Jean finally caught her breath and gently let Aspen go, the marine biologist still sucking loudly on Jean's vagina.  Her pussy still throbbing with hot lust, Jean smiled and pet her gently on the head as the tanned woman continued her tongue-fuck.  "Good whore," said Jean softly as she gasped with pleasure.  "One down," she thought to herself, "two to go."

"Lara, I've got to go back to New York soon." said Sara as she sat at the table with her lover.

"I see," Lara said in response, her arms crossed.  "Vacation time over?"

"Yeah," replied Sara.  "I've been kicked off the force once, and I don't want to get kicked off again, especially for something as dumb as not showing up for work."

"Well, it's too bad.  We still haven't saved the girl."

"The girl!" said Sara with severe annoyance.  "Again with the girl!  That girl looks like she likes getting raped, so let her be.  It's not worth getting hurt over.  You should know that!" snapped Sara as she pointed an angry finger at Lara.

Lara sat silently and looked at Sara with an icy stare.  Sara took a deep breath and said, "Sorry.  It's just that, I came here expecting a nice, relaxing vacation.  Instead, we travel to Egypt and Ireland to rescue some girl I don't know, from what appears to be demons, although we're not totally sure.  All I wanted was to come here, see the sights, yadda yadda yadda, and have wild sex with you and Aspen every night.  Say, where is Aspen?"

"Good question.  She wasn't in her room this morning, so I thought she was down here, but she's not.  Maybe she's lost in the hallways or something."

"She's gone," said Jean as she entered the kitchen, her curvacious body in white silk robe that went only mid-thigh.  Sara and Lara stared at her with eyes wide open, shocked at how revealing her attire was, her long, sleek legs clearly visible while the robe's front was barely tied, revealing the valley between her breasts.  The bottom of the robe was closed, but at certain angles and with Jean's hips swiveling as she walked, Lara could see the edges of her red bush.  "She had to go to some new research facility early this morning.  I guess she forgot to tell you two.  She just told me because she woke me up with her shower this morning."

"Really?" asked Lara.  "Why didn't either of us wake up?"

"Heavy sleepers I guess," replied Jean as she stroked her red hair seductively.  "Being psychic, you tend to pick up things most people don't.  It makes you a light sleeper."

"Makes sense," said Sara, her eyes somehow mesmerized by the redhead's scantily clad body.  "No," thought Sara to herself, "Aspen and Lara are my lovers, Jean's just some nobody.  Still, pretty sexy nobody."

"Wonder why she didn't tell us though," said Lara, also captivated by Jean's sudden upfront sexuality.  "Damn," the British woman thought, "what's happened to her?  She's so sexy."

Jean smiled as she read their minds.  "It's working," she thought to herself.

After eating breakfast, Jean walked back to her room, Lara and Sara watching her ascend the staircase as the short robe revealed her ass from below.  Jean smiled a sinister smirk as she read the lewd comments the two women made about her.  The redhead opened the door to her room and walked in, locking it behind her.  Jean hummed to herself and undid her robe, the white silk garment flowing gently around her curves to hit the floor silently.  Jean went to the huge walk-in closet that was in the room and closed the door behind her as she entered it.  Jean reached out to the wall and turned on the lightswitch, rows of old jackets lining the walls as they hung from long wooden poles.  "Lara has a lot of old rags," thought Jean as she walked past them, their old smells filling up the small room.  Jean walked past the rows of coats until she reached the closet's far corner, where a very large jacket hung.  Jean pushed aside several jackets beside the large one, their old hangars scraping against the beam that they hung on.  The large jacket was now by itself, hanging before Jean on a wire hangar.  Jean unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall to the ground, revealing the nude, dirty body of Aspen Matthews hanging limply, her wrists wrapped in a wire hangar.  Jean ran her eyes up and down her gorgeous body, her head hanging limply against her large bosom while a red-ball gag was fastened around her head, silencing her.  The wire hangar cut into Aspen's wrists, purple bruises visible where the hangar dug into her flesh.  Jean slapped Aspen in the face, the tanned woman waking up with a moan and weakly lifted her head, her black hair in her face, making her unable to see who hit her.  Jean parted the dirty locks out of Aspen's beautiful face and unfastened the ball-gag gently, a sticky layer of drool coating the rubber ball as she pulled it out of her slack lips.

"How's my whore?" asked Jean seductively, her hand leaning on her round hip.

"Let...let..me...go..." begged Aspen, her body weak and her lips trembling.

"Oh no," smirked Jean as she shook her head.  "If I do, you'll tell Lara and Sara, and they'll kill me for having sex with you."

"I...won't...tell...." muttered Aspen weakly, the pain in her wrists affecting her ability to speak.

"Don't bother wasting energy," said Jean.  "Let's do this telepathically."

"Aspen," thought Jean, projecting her voice into Aspen's head.  "What do you have to say, or should I say think?"

"Let me go," thought Aspen, her thought read by Jean's mental powers.

"Like I said, if you do..."

"I won't!" Aspen's thought echoed through Jean's mind.  "Besides, even if they found out, they probably won't mind.  They both think you're pretty hot.  I mean, the three of us have sex all the time, so they don't have a problem with having four-way sex."

"Yeah right," Jean thought.  "I know you're telling the truth about your orgies, but it's much more fun doing it this way."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to seduce Sara, and Lara.  I'll make them suck my clit like whores, just like you.  Then, I'll tie them up and leave them hanging in my closet to be my sex toys.  Just like you."

"But, if you let me go and don't use your mind powers and just have sex with them without forcing them, we can just fuck together." thought Aspen, trying her best to sound seductive.

"Nice try at seduction," thought Jean.  "But I can read past anything like that.  I like the idea of forcing you whores to do my bidding.  The thrill of conquest, the knowledge that I have to break you every night.  The fact that I am forcing you to do this, with you begging to be released afterwards, that is what I live for."

"You're insane," thought Aspen.  "You sick mother fucker."

"I'm not a mother fucker," thought Jean as she stepped closer to Aspen.  "Although I'm an Aspen-fucker."

Aspen concentrated for the millionth time and tried to turn into water, which was her power.  "Sorry Aspen," thought Jean.  "I've blocked out that ability from your mind temporarily.  Quite easy to do actually, seems you don't have mastery over it yet.  Interesting power, but not as good as mine."  Jean kissed Aspen on the lips, Aspen refusing to kiss back.  Jean licked up Aspen's neck and kissed her left nipple passionately, flicking the tender knob with the tip of her tongue.  "See ya," thought Jean as she re-inserted Aspen's ball gag and put the thick coat over Aspen's dangling form.  As Jean left, she could hear Aspen's pathetic cries in her head, the redhead smiling with sinister glee.

Sebastien led Caitlin by the arm into the temple's main room, where an altar just like the previous ones sat in the center.  "Lay down there," ordered Sebastien, his finger pointing to the black stone foundation.

"No..." resisted Caitlin as she shook Sebastien's grip off her arm.

"Caitlin, you would resist me?" asked Sebastien calmly, knowing how strong his power over the girl was.

"I..." Caitlin stuttered, her mind in conflict.  "I...don't want to hurt anymore," the girl weakly replied, her hands clutching her swollen belly through the silk robe.  "Don't wanna grow anymore," said Caitlin, her belly appearing to be about three months pregnant, even though it was only a month since her initial fertilization.

"I think I can change her mind," said a new voice from over Sebastien's shoulder.  Sebastien whipped around to see the face of another dark man, this one with black hair that flowed down to his neck, his face partially covered by wisps of it.  Dressed in dark clothing, the man was handsome, although in the same, devlish way Sebastien was.  The new man's eyes betrayed his true identity however, as they glowed red with an eerie brightness, showing he was another demon in disguise.

"Reaver," greeted Sebastien to the new demon-man.  The two demon men shook hands.  "I never expected you would be a demon elder."

"It's amazing what you can do if you put your mind to it," replied Reaver, his finger pointing at his temple.  "I can see you've been busy as well." said Reaver, gesturing towards Caitlin's shivering form.

"Oh, yes.  You know what you must do."

"Yes.  I look forward to it.  She's breathtaking." the demon man said as he gazed at Caitlin.

"Feel fortunate," Sebastien said, noticing the attraction in Reaver's eyes.  "Many men pay thousands to do what you're about to do to her."

"Is that why so many of the elders are dead?  You won't let them live with the joy that they cheated you out of money."

"I didn't kill the elders!!" snapped Sebastien defensively.  "Well, maybe one, but there have been these other women chasing us.  They want to rescue Caitlin."

"Rescue?  Are you holding her against your will?"

"No.  Caitlin is mine, body and soul.  Isn't that right Caitlin?"

"Yes, master." replied Caitlin obediently.

"Alright then, shall we begin?" suggested Reaver.

"No," said Caitlin, turning her body away from Reaver, "no."

"Caitlin doesn't feel so good.  Carrying the demon baby must be rough on her." explained Sebastien.

"I don't think any of us thought it would be easy on her.  But I have an idea." said Reaver with optimism in his voice.  "Caitlin?"

"Yes?" she asked weakly, her face looking down to the floor away from Reaver and Sebastien.

"Please come here.  I won't harm you, I promise."

Caitlin paused for a moment, and her primitive intellect told her to go to him.  She did.  Reaver gently grasped Caitlin's wrists and pulled them off her pregnant stomach, placing them on his chest.  Caitlin was confused, but found the touch of his muscular torso very arousing, her hands now feeling him through his clothing.  Reaver moved his hands to her face, clutching her cheeks gently.  "You're so beautiful," he said softly, Caitlin blushing in response.  Reaver moved his hands slowly down her neck, sensually carressing Caitlin's pale flesh, the redhead shuddering softly, closing her emerald eyes and tilting her head back.  Reaver grasped the thin material of her robe and slowly moved it down her built shoulders.  Caitlin put her arms to her sides and allowed the demon to remove her clothes, the cool air of the temple biting into her bare flesh.  Reaver drank in her naked body, Caitlin was a pinnacle of womanhood even when pregnant.  Reaver stepped forward towards Caitlin, his crotch now less than an inch away from her pussy.  Reaver continued to feel Caitlin's skin, moving down her shoulders and arms.  Caitlin kept gasping as Reaver moved his seductive fingers down her arms, her flesh getting goosebumps as he electrified her nerves with pleasure.  Reaver moved his wandering hands to her breasts, grasping the plump globes with his fingers.  Caitlin gasped loudly as her breasts, heavy and sagging with milk, were suddenly cupped by the man's seemingly magic fingers.

Sebastien muttered and turned away, annoyed at how Reaver had the audacity to fondle Caitlin in front of him, and that Caitlin seemed to enjoy it.

Caitlin thrust her breasts out towards Reaver, her nipples growing hard against the demon's palms.  Reaver let go of her left tit, his palm moist with milk, and moved his hand down to her trembling pussy.  Reaver touched her vaginal lips with the same gentle carresses he gave the rest of her body, his fingers brushing against her pubic bush while touching her pussy lips edges just at the right points.  Caitlin moaned, her pussy blazing from Reaver's touch.  She felt her juices pour out of her cunt and slide down her long, trembling legs.  Reaver whispered gently into Caitlin's ear as he continued sawing his fingers against her engorged clit.  "Caitlin?"

Caitlin responded only with a moan, her mind too lost in pleasure to answer coherently.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Reaver asked, grinning as he knew what the answer would be.

"Yes..." moaned Caitlin as she wrapped her arm around Reaver and pressed her moist cunt against his cock, bulging through his pants.

Reaver turned the girl around and pushed her onto the altar, Caitlin placing her arms at the sides of it for support while spreading her legs wide for Reaver.  Reaver undid his pants, revealing his erect penis to Caitlin.  Caitlin licked her lips sensuously as she saw his organ, her mind already imagining how wonderful it would feel.  Reaver put himself on all fours above Caitlin and shoved his rod down her cunt, Caitlin shuddering with immense pleasure as he rammed it down.

Jean laid naked on the dissheveled bed, her skin sweating from an hour of intense masturbation.  Jean's right hand was sticky with her honey, which she spread over her heaving tits, coating her nipples with thick cum.  Jean licked her fingers clean when she felt an immense mental spike drive itself through her head, causing her to scream.  The scream was more like a scream of pleasure rather than of pain, the spike was an intense sexual rush.  Jean knew it was her mental link to Caitlin, and that she was getting impregnated at that moment.  Jean continued screaming out her lust, her body on fire and desperate for relief.  Jean took her still sticky hand and immediately began to whack off her engorged clit.  Her other hand fondled her perfect breasts, which bobbed in sync to her body's gyrations.  Jean leaned forward and guided her left tit to her mouth, feeding herself her own erotic flesh.

Reaver grunted with every violent thrust, followed by a loud gasp from Caitlin, the two lovers producing a melody of their hedonistic pleasure.  Sebastien tried to shut it out, his disgust growing as he heard more and more of Caitlin being raped by Reaver.  Caitlin panted desperately underneath Reaver, his pelvis grinding into hers with inhuman strength.  Caitlin felt so enraptured by the pleasure she continued spreading her legs to open her labia lips even further to draw more of Reaver's massive pole into her belly, her leg muscles threatening to snap like a rubber band as she did so.  Reaver leaned forward, being careful not to put too much pressure on Caitlin's pregnant fetus.  Reaver's face hovered directly over Caitlin's, her goddess-like features were blurred as she tossed her lust-contorted visage back and forth with erotic excitement.  Reaver lashed out his face at the right moment and his mouth intersected with Caitlin's, catching the girl off-guard with a big wet kiss.  Caitlin moaned around Reaver's tongue in her mouth, while the horny redhead kissed back with equal ferocity.  Caitlin's gasping mouth was completely covered by Reaver's, their tongues molded together in a lust-fueled reaction, the two lovers inhaling each other's hot breath as ferocious orgasms threatened to climax within each of them.

Jean felt the inevitable coming and braced herself, her sweaty hands grasping the headboard above while her pelvis rocked erotically in rhythm to a lover that wasn't really there.

Caitlin and Reaver gasped in tandem as Reaver continued his onslought, his prick expanding rapidly within Caitlin's vagina.  Caitlin screamed out her building lust with increasingly loud screams, while Reaver grunted as he felt himself climax, his hot load released from within him to flow into Caitlin's vagina.  Caitlin orgasmed with indescribable force, her breaths coming in rapid pants of bliss as Reaver's hot member pumped it's seed into her belly.  Caitlin's brain was drowned with such unbelievable pleasure she felt like she was separated from her body, floating in a sea of pure sexual nirvana.  The redhead was brought back to earth with a sharp spike of pleasure, too much for her brain to handle and causing her to faint, Reaver's cock still firmly held by Caitlin's pussy lips.  Reaver looked at Caitlin's exquisite face, droplets of sweat covering her cheeks while she slept peacefully.  Reaver felt himself harden simply looking at her, her face so peaceful and gorgeous, her mouth hung open slightly in a scream of pleasure, while her bosom heaved with her heavy breathing, her milk-filled tits bobbing like water baloons.

"That's enough, get off her." said Sebastien sternly to Reaver.

"Sebastien, you sound angry." said Reaver almost playfully.  "Why?"

"Just get off her." ordered Sebastien, his eyes narowing in anger.

"Well," said Reaver as he pulled himself out of Caitlin, her pussy lips seeming to resist his exit.  "if it's any consolation, she is beyond belief.  She is an angel, a goddess."

"And she is mine." Sebastien said, his tone curt.

"Oh, we'll see." grinned Reaver as he pulled up his pants.

Sebastien scowled angrily at Reaver, his eyes focused on him in rage even as he walked by the smiling demon.  Sebastien picked up Caitlin's limp body, her legs so drenched with sticky goo Sebastien had trouble getting a grip.  Without saying another word to Reaver, Sebastien left.

During the car ride home, Sebastien looked out the window and watched the scenery.  The dark limo passed a sign that read, "NOW LEAVING NEVADA."  Sebastien looked to his side where Caitlin continued to sleep soundly, her lips still smiling with bliss from her love-making with Reaver.  Caitlin woke up with a soft purr and looked up at Sebastien.  "Master?" asked Caitlin.

"Yes my whore," replied Sebastien, looking at Caitlin's perfect features.

"Reaver was good, can I fuck him again?"

Sebastien scowled and slapped Caitlin across her face, sending the redhead to the floor.  Caitlin whined with pain as she clutched her sensitive belly, which flared like a fresh wound as soon as she hit the ground.  "You will never, ever see Reaver again!" yelled Sebastien, his voice overpowering Caitlin's cries.  "You are mine!  Only mine!  When this is over, I am your only master!  Understand?!"

Salty tears flowed down Caitlin's cheeks and her lip trembled as she looked at Sebastien, her mind unable to comprehend why her beloved master would ever hurt her.  "Yes," she said weakly through a sob.

Jean breathed heavily on the bed, her skin covered in sweat while her vagina was drenched in her own cum.  Jean's hair laid plastered against her head with perspiration, and her pendulous tits heaved gently as she wheezed.  A knocking at the door interrupted Jean's thoughts, the redhead swearing in her mind.  "Who is it?" asked Jean through her gasps, although her mind-reading power told her who it was.

"It's Sara," replied the woman outside the door.  "I heard you screaming.  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," answered Jean, her lips turning up in a sinister smile.  "Why don't you come in Sara?  I have something I want to show you."

THE END