By Bernie

Sara Pezinni opened the door and walked into Jean Grey's bedroom, the New York policewoman concerned about screams she heard coming from within.  Sara opened the door and saw Jean lying on the bed naked, the room reeking of perspiration and cum.  Sara turned her eyes away from Jean's naked body, although she did it out of courtesy rather than lack of interest in what she saw.  "Jean, I'm sorry," Sara apologized.  "Was there something you wanted to show me?"

"You're looking at it." replied Jean as she smiled wickedly.  Jean concentrated and used her telekinesis to close the door behind Sara, and as Sara turned around to see the door lock with a click, Jean psychically disabled the brown-haired woman just as she was about to command her witchblade to expand.  "Good night, little slut." thought Jean as she walked towards Sara's unconscious body.  Jean grabbed Sara's wrists and dragged her to the bed, plopping the policewoman onto the soft sheets.  Jean licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed at Sara's body, her beautiful face so serene and peaceful, her round hips hugged tightly by her jeans, and her luscious breasts straining to be freed from inside the white t-shirt Sara wore.  Jean quickly undid Sara's pants and pulled them off her long, sheek legs, Jean feeling her silky smooth skin with relish as she slid the material off her feet.  Jean removed Sara's socks, and pulled the tight t-shirt over the woman's head, revealing she wore no bra.  Jean stepped back and gazed at her prize, an ravishingly beautiful woman, unconscious and clad in only her white panties.  Jean pulled off the white garment slowly, Sara's dark pussy bush coming into sight inch by inch, until it came into full view.  Jean sniffed at Sara's crotch, drinking in her musky cunt scent, making the redhead even hornier.  Jean reached for a bag under the bed and produced a long dildo.  Jean looked at the hard, plastic shaft in her slender fingers and licked the end of it sensuously, closing her eyes and tasting the cool sex toy on her tongue, imagining it was a real man's tool.  After coating it with her saliva, Jean took the wet end of the dildo and slid it slowly into Sara's hot tunnel.  Sara moaned weakly as she felt her labia spread from the intrusion, her body too weak and too aroused to resist.  "I know all about this," said Jean as she continued to work the dildo.  "You and that whore Aspen, you would fuck each other with a dildo between each of your thighs.  Let's see how you like me!"

Jean finished shoving the dildo into Sara, the long plastic rod rising from her pussy like a javelin.  Sara moaned softly in resistance, aware of what Jean's intentions were.  Jean licked her lips and straddled Sara, positioning her snatch above the dildo's tip, before driving herself down upon it with full force.  Jean and Sara grunted in tandem, their insides igniting with a lewd fire that wished desperately to be turned into a raging blaze.  Jean cupped Sara's large breasts with her hands, and began bouncing violently on Sara's crotch, ramming the dildo deeper into both of the women, the plastic toy now vanishing from sight, lost in a fusion of pubic hair and juicy vaginal lips.  Jean and Sara groaned out in pleasure with every thrust, Jean's ass boucing erotically over Sara's cunt, now slick with juices.  The sizzling redhead squeezed Sara's breasts tightly with lustful energy, her hands reveling in their perfect roundness and massive size.  Jean, through heavy panting, wrapping her legs tightly around Sara's torso, locking the women in a sweaty union, their labia engaged in a passionate kiss as they fused together with heat and mutual lust as the dildo carressed them.  Jean leaned forward, now wrapping her arms around the heaving policewoman to fuse their bodies completely in a passionate embrace.  Jean kissed Sara on the lips, Sara kissing back with full, unrestrained animal passion, their tongues voraciously dancing like separate entities.  Sara buried her hands in Jean's gorgeous red hair, pulling the woman's mouth deeper into her own.  Sara pulled Jean's tongue out of her for a moment to admire Jean's stunnning face, Jean gazing upon Sara's ravishing looks with equal enthusiasm.  "You're so incredibly beautiful," whispered Sara, a loud shrill cutting off her line as Jean continued thrusting her crotch on top of Sara's.

Sara buried Jean inside her cleavage, clutching the sweaty woman's head against her bosom tightly like a prized possession.  Jean enveloped Sara's left tit, sucking loudly on her erect nipple while tasting the sweetness of Sara's smooth flesh.  Sara shuddered with every breath, her lungs burning as she felt her vaginal muscles contract around the dildo embedded deep within her belly.  Jean slammed down with her hips, ramming the dildo into her cunt until a climax threatened to ignite within her.  Sara and Jean screamed out their lust together, their gorgeous sweat soaked bodies writhing against each other urgently as honey splattered out of their cunts, drenching their thighs and staining the sheets with their love juices.  Jean, the slutty mutant, arched her back and squeezed her legs tightly around Sara as her muscles spasmed with the full force of her orgasm.

Jean kissed Sara once again, both women gasping into each other's hot mouths.  Jean pressed her fingers against Sara's skull and whispered, "Sleep...", Sara wondered why Jean would ask her to sleep, before she lost consciousness and Jean's smiling visage faded to black.

Lara sat in her study, reading her latest travel book out of boredom.  Lara smirked as she read, memories flooding back of the events that inspired each passage.  "Intersting read?" asked a voice, interrupting Lara's train of thought.  Lara put the book down and saw Jean Grey standing at the doorway, clad in a leather tube top that looked far too tight, while her crotch and ass were barely covered by the bikini briefs she wore, also made of leather.  "Jean?" asked Lara, puzzled by Jean's strange attire.

"In the flesh." replied the mutant girl as she stepped inside the study, her hips swaying seductively as she did so.  Jean stopped and leaned her hand on one round hip.

"Where's Sara?" asked Lara, noticing something very odd about her behaviour, although she admitted guiltily to enjoying the sight of so much of her flesh exposed.

"Sara went back to New York," answered Jean as she stepped even closer, Lara beginning to worry as the distance between the women grew shorter.  "You know, for her job.  She only had a few weeks vacation.  How long have you been on this stupid quest anyway?"

"Umm....almost two months," replied Lara awkwardly.  "I'm just surprised Sara left without saying goodbye, first Aspen, now her."

"Yeah, what's with people these days?" playfully inquired Jean as she stepped even closer, the two women now separated by two feet.  Lara, extremely worried at this point, stepped out of her chair and moved behind it, simply to have a physical object blocking Jean from her.  "Sara and Aspen wouldn't leave here without saying goodbye.  And what's with you recently?"

"What?" asked Jean.

"What's with all this slutty behaviour?" asked Lara, getting her body ready in a defensive pose.  "You're dressing and acting like a whore.  Why?"

"Whore?!" snapped Jean defensively.  "You should talk!  You let Sara fuck you in her apartment, and then you showered with her, and then you and Sara and Aspen have three way sex!  And you're calling me a whore?!!" yelled Jean, her tone's intensity increasing with each word.

"Jean...how did you know that?" asked Lara weakly, the British woman shocked at the breadth of Jean's knowledge about her.

"I'm a mind-reader remember?" answered Jean, pointing to her head.  "I know everything about you and those two, I can read all your experiences, and darkest fantasies." said Jean in a soft whisper.

Lara suddenly found herself enraptured by the sound of Jean's voice, as if hypnotized.  Jean smiled as she noticed, realizing she was enchanting Lara with her words, just as planned.  "All of them," whispered Jean, the words echoeing in Lara's mind.  Jean began feeding Lara all the British woman's secret desires.  "No..." gasped Lara as her mind was flooded with sexual images.

Lara was blindfolded and gagged while a man sodomized her on a table, two other men held her arms down, and both were awaiting their turn eagerly.

Lara was dangling naked in chains, a dominatrix that looked like Sara came up with a whip and lashed her repeatedly before kissing and raping her viciously.

Lara was thrown into a room full of naked men, who came onto her like a wave and ripped her clothes off, raping her all night in every spot on her body, every inch of her flesh was coated with sperm by night's end, while her mouth and vagina were flooded with the thick liquid.  And then a new group of men came in...

"Stop!" yelled Lara as she opened her eyes and saw Jean right in front of her, her eyes glowing with psychic lust.  "Just relax..." whispered Jean as she cupped Lara's tits, the t-shirt Lara wore now transperent with sweat.  Lara gasped as another flood of carnal fantasies filled her brain.

Lara was now the dominatrix, her body encased in tight leather while Aspen hung limp in chains, her eyes filled with tearful resistance.  Lara lashed her body without remorse, and then sodomized her with the butt of the whip.

Lara found herself once again in the room with the men, her body already coated with sperm from the previous orgy.  These new men were even bigger, and more vicious than the last.  All of them ravaged her body non stop, there was never a moment when Lara's ass, pussy, mouth, and tits had no penis squirting their load upon them.  Lara felt sperm entering her nose and ears, her hair completely washed with sperm.  Lara's entire world was to be man's fuckslave, and to live for the intoxicating thrill of sperm, as if she needed it to live.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Lara as she returned to the real world.  She pushed her arms out vioently, throwing Jean to the ground.  Lara ran out of the room, Jean's mind still transmitting sexual thoughts into Lara's brain.

Lara was lying in a fetal position in a dark room, until a man came in.  "Feeding time," the man said as he unzipped his pants.  Lara was an animal, always naked and never spoke, living only for sex, and subsiding only on men's seed.

"ARRRRGHHH!!" screamed Lara, her pants already soaked with her juices as she ran down the stairs blindly.  Lara tripped as she hit the last step, hitting the floor with a loud thud as another thought flashed through her head.

Jean and Lara were having sex, extremely wild and beastial sex, non stop.  Lara and Jean never left the bedroom, and never stopped making love.

Lara gasped as she felt her pussy explode with another fresh load of honey, her pants almost completely soaked.  Lara forced herself to get up as she ran to the front doors and with some effort, was able to open them.

Jean was giving Lara a monster hickey while her hands fondled the British woman's luscious tits.

"Get out of my head!!" screamed Lara as she staggered out of the house, running to her motorcycle.  Reaching into her sticky pocket, Lara pulled out her keys and started her bike, riding out of the mansion's driveway and disappearing down the road.

Jean walked out of the house, just as the dust trail from Lara's getaway died, and the British woman could barely be seen far over the horizon.  Jean crossed her arms across her chest and cursed.  "Fuck, that one got away." she thought.  "Oh well, at least I've still got my other two toys," Jean smirked as she turned around, closing the double doors behind her and locking them securely.

Lara's bike sat in a ditch a few miles away from her house.  Lara was lying in the tall grass several feet away, her wet t-shirt was tossed aside in a sweaty bunch, leaving her delicious tits exposed.  Her drenched pants were bunched up at her knees, while her hands rushed to her throbbing and wet pussy.  Lara needed to fondle herself wildly to appease her carnal hunger.  Lara massaged her snatch rapidly with her fingers, carressing her labia with her fingertips while spreading them apart to accomodate her probing digits.  The horny woman gasped as she felt her wet fuck canal get penetrated by her digits, warm juices flowing out of her newly spread clit.  Lara desperately pumped her fingers in and out of her snatch, her hips bucking in rhythm with her self-handling.  Lara tossed her head back against the stiff grass, her eyes closed, squeezing out salty tears of rapture and humiliation.  With her other hand Lara grabbed one of her bountious tits, which bounced penduously as her body slammed onto her own fingers.  Grabbing one of the sweaty mounds, Lara leaned forward, her mouth hung open with desire and her tongue dangling out with need as she guided her erect nipple to her mouth.  Lara ravenously mauled her tit, her teeth biting into her flesh while her tongue flicked across her nipple, the sensitive knob growing harder as she did so.  Lara's cheeks puckered inwards as she sucked loudly on her flesh, her mind begging her body to produce sweet milk to quench her thirst, even though she knew it was a wish that would never come true.  Lara bit deeply into her tit as she climaxed, the British woman screaming with both pain and carnal pleasure as fresh cum flowed out of her clit like a river, to collect in the lake of cum between her legs.  Finally, the insatiable burnette stopped, the fires inside of her extinguished.  Lara laid there for a while, panting in a desperate attempt to catch her breath.  Lara looked at her body, her breasts were red with her intensive mauling and pinching while her pussy bled slightly from the ferocity of her masturbation.  Lara wiped her cum-soaked hand on the grass and cried, her tears mixing in with the sweat on her face.  "You bitch!!" thought Lara as she thought back to what happened with Jean.  "I'll kill you!!"

Caitlin hummed softly to herself as she stroked her belly gently, the fetus now visible to the eye.  The naked girl was sitting in Sebastien's plane, Sebastien sitting beside her with his arms crossed and his look stern as he watched his pet.  Staring at his watch for the fifth time in one minute, Sebastien broke the silence between the two by saying, "Feeling better my sweet?"

"Yes master," replied Caitlin, still looking down at her belly.  The obedient redhead was fertilized almost two months ago, but appeared to be four months pregnant, her belly swollen with a demon fetus, and her breasts filled with milk.  "I feel good.  I wonder what I'll name my baby?"

"Don't worry about it." replied Sebastien, his tone serious.  Deep down, Sebastien thought this whole journey was stupid.  "All this time to fulfill a prophecy I myself don't even believe in." he thought.  "And I need my Caitlin.  I need to feel my manhood penetrating her belly, the sensation of my seed erupting into her womb, her screams of ecstacy, yes..."

Sebastien's thought was stopped when he heard Caitlin call to him.  "Master!" she repeated, still holding her belly.  "My baby just moved!"

Sebastien, his eyebrow cocked with curiosity, put his hand on Caitlin's belly, and felt the slightest motion inside.  Caitlin threw back her shoulder length red locks, her milk filled tits jiggling excitedly as she did so.  "Isn't it great?" the girl asked joyously.

Sebastien ran his hand across Caitlin's smooth flesh, the demon man relishing in the girl's silky skin.  "Certainly." he replied hesitantly.

Lara pulled her bike up to the gun shop and cut the engines, the bike's roar suddenly stopped.  Lara straightened her t-shirt, now stained with dried sweat, while her pants felt stiff with dried cum against her naked pussy, her panties now discarded somewhere along the road due to being far too drenched with honey to wear.  Lara opened the door and saw a man, about Lara's height, behind the counter polishing a new hunting rifle.  "May I help you?" he said, not even looking up from his gun.  The man looked up and once he saw it was Lara, he put the gun down and focused his attention on the dirty-looking archaeologist inside his shop.  "Lara!" the man said with a grin.  "How may I be of service?"

"Cut the crap," Lara replied sternly as she walked in.  The man stepped out from behind the counter and walked past Lara, his eyes always focused on the athletic woman.  The man turned around the sign hanging on the door, now telling everyone who looked at the window that he was closed, and then pulled down the shades.  "Whatever do you mean?" asked the man innocently.

"Listen Marv, I know what you want from me, and you aren't ever going to get it." replied Lara impatiently, crossing her arms across her chest.  "I want guns, lots of them."

"Why?" the stocky built man asked.  "You have tons of guns already, you have more than some European armys."

"Whatever," muttered Lara, her impatience growing.  "Just provide me with weapons, and I'll pay you handsomely."

The blond man grinned, "With what?" he asked.

"Money stupid!" snapped Lara, angry at the man's audacity.

"Alright, let's see it."

Lara reached into her pocket, when she realized she left her wallet back at home, along with all her credit cards.  "Oh bloody hell!" she yelled as she patted the rest of her pockets, until they turned up nothing.

"No money, no guns." replied Marv.  "Of course, you know there are other things I can trade for guns."

"Forget it you old pervert!" hissed Lara, completely angry.

"Old?  I'm thirty-eight."

"And still a virgin." said Lara, bringing a smirk to her face.

"Hey!  I am not!  Why you...Croft!  That's why I've always hated you!!"

"And I've always hated you, so the feeling is mutual.  I need the guns Marv.  Now."

"You know what I want Lara, meet me back here tonight in the back room, the basement." the man said excitedly as he rubbed his hands together.

"Fuck, let's get it over with now." sighed Lara as she turned towards the back.  Marv grinned and eagerly led her by the arm, until Lara shook it off and followed him hesitantly behind the counter.  The two went through a thick wooden door, which Marv locked behind him.  Lara stood in darkness for a moment until Marv turned on a light, which revealed racks and racks of guns lined up in a surprisingly large storage room.  Lara looked around at the guns, barely visible in the dim light, while Marv reached for a trapdoor in the floor.  The door opened with a loud creak, as well as the ear-piercing squeak of rusty hinges.  Lara sighed and followed him down the steps, the air getting colder as she descended.  The stairs led to a dark, narrow hallway made entirely of concrete, which ended shortly at a normal looking, hinged door.  Marv opened the door and waved Lara in like a gentleman, which Lara smirked at as she clutched her torso, the cold air biting into her flesh.  Lara entered the door and once Marv turned on the lights, saw the hinged door was actually the entrance to a cage, which was inside a slightly larger room.  Metal bars surrounded Lara on all sides, as well as above her.  An old looking bed sat in the centre of the cage as the only piece of furniture.  Marv locked the door excitedly, his hands fumbling with the locks as he did so.  "Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Lara sighed and said, "If you want me to fuck you, forget it.  Just a blow job, and maybe you get to see my tits."

"No, one fuck up your sweet pussy." said Marv, the perverted man reaching for Lara's crotch.

Lara stepped back, backing against the bars of the cage.  "No, no fucking, and no kissing."

"How about no kissing, you get naked, and I do whatever the hell I want with you."

"You've got to be kidding," sighed Lara, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Okay okay, no kissing, you get naked, I suck your tits.  Deal?"

Lara smirked her lips as she thought about the pervert's offer, her mind scanning all other options.  "Deal." she agreed as she walked towards the bed, her fingers reaching under her t-shirt.

Marv watched from behind as Lara took off her t-shirt, her beautifully toned, but still perfectly feminine back revealed to him in all it's glory, her massive tits spilling out of her t-shirt were visible as they swayed from side to side in their newfound freedom.  Lara's shapely ass came into view as she removed her crusty jeans, Marv was shocked when she had no panties on, but extremely pleased.  Lara got onto the bed, laying down on the squeaky frame and staring up at the ceiling, where a single lightbulb dangled from the top of the cage.  Marv positioned himself on top of Lara and dove into her bosom, feasting upon her gorgeous tits.  The horny man grabbed her left one with both hands, holding the melon like a treasure before devouring into her nipple.  Lara shuddered with hesitant arousal, her hands clenching the iron bars behind her.  Marv enveloped her breast with his lips, flicking across the tip of her nipple with his excited tongue.  Marv felt his cock grow hard inside his pants, his erection expanded as he felt his crotch brush against Lara's bare snatch over and over with his ravaging of Lara's hooters.

Marv couldn't take it anymore and reached into his jacket, producing a syringe.  Lara noticed the needle and pushed her hands out to throw the man off the bed, but Marv was able to jam the needle into her arm as she did so.  Marv fell over the edge of the bed as Lara hoped, but her arm felt numb as she felt whatever Marv had injected into her begin working.  Lara got up to get dressed but then felt the room spin, the iron bars turning into curved lines before her eyes.  Lara put her hand to her head and moaned, her brain beginning to feel foggy.  Marv took advantage of her disorientation to sneak up behind her and jam the needle into her neck, pushing the plunger all the way down to fill her bloodstream with the drug.  Lara backhanded him a few seconds after he pentrated her skin, which was when she noticed the pain.  Lara felt her knees begin to give away and she tried to walk towards the door, but found herself too weak to escape and collapsed on the bed.  Marv looked at Lara for a moment, her round ass jutted out towards him, her buttocks like round melons that begged to fondled, while her crack looked to him like a cry for a fuck.  Marv undid his pants and excitedly positioned his erect prick against Lara's ass, positioning it gently directly in the center of the hole before slamming his meat down.  Lara grunted in resistance as she felt herself get penetrated, her body too weak to even lift a finger in defense.  Marv put his hands on Lara's smooth asscheeks and fondled them, running his fingers across her smooth flesh excitedly.  Marv squeezed the flesh and spread them apart, widening her asscrack and allowing more of his shaft into her rectum.  Lara continued grunting, feeling her body betray her as her muscles contracted around his cock.  Lara closed her eyes and felt salty tears of shame flow down her cheeks, her mouth hanging slack and spilling drool onto the sheets.  Marv was now deep inside Lara, his testicles slapping against her labia.  The gun seller rammed himself steadily into Lara like a piston, but with the force of a train, the old bed creaking loudly as he did so.  Marv slapped Lara's ass repeatedly until they turned red and swollen. Lara whined with every loud smack, which echoed through the small room.  Lara cried into the sheets as Marv continued sodomizing her brutally, his cock expanding and about to burst with climax.  Marv grunted, and the tip of his cock exploded within her, his semen rushing down her ass.  Lara cried a loud grunt as she orgasmed, massive pleasure washing over her body, even though she hated herself for enjoying it.

"Oh Lara, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this!" exclaimed Marv as he continued to hump her asshole, even though he was in the middle of climaxing within her already.  By the time the gunseller stopped cumming, his cock burst again with fresh semen.  Lara whimpered into the bed, her body too weak to even scream.  All she could feel was the horrible pleasure that rocked her brain as load after load of hot ooze flowed up her asshole.

Marv let out his fourth load and pulled himself out of Lara's tight ass, which overflowed with his cum.  The satisfied man slapped her cheeks hard one last time as he pulled up his trousers.  "That was magnificent," he said as he unlocked the door.  "I'm a man of my word, I'll give you whatever guns you want, and with a little bonus, you got a few free fucks up the ass.  Can't beat that huh?"  the man laughed as he walked out the door, leaving Lara weeping and naked on the bed, her body soaking in her own sweat and sex juices.

Sara Pezinni woke up to find herself in total darkness.  With a simple thought, she commanded her witchblade to expand, and the feeling of her body being encased with sharp metal barbs confirmed that it listened to her.  The policewoman commanded the witchblade gauntlet to ignite, and instantly her fist was ablaze with orange flames, providing her with a lightsource.  Sara looked around and saw she was in a large closet lined with coats.  Sara moved her light towards an empty section of the closet and saw a tangled wire hangar hanging alone on a pole.  Sara had a bad feeling about it as she noticed bloodstains on the hangar's plastic coating.  Sara walked forward towards the closet door and opened it, shutting off the witchblade's flame as the light poured into the closet.  Sara squinted in the bright light and saw she was still in Jean's bedroom, or rather, Lara's guestroom.  Jean was nowhere to be seen.  Sara noticed then she had a square piece of material hanging loosely over her breasts, staying on only by a thin string that was tied around her back like a bra.  The material swung freely over her breasts, which were not restrained at all.  Sara also noticed she had a loincloth of equal looseness and of the same material, which much to her surprise, was completely transparent.  "Is this some kind of sick joke?" thought Sara, referring to Jean.  "Am I some harem girl?  Well forget it you slut."

Sara was about to leave the room when she heard a moan coming from the bed.  Sara turned toward it and saw it was Aspen.  Sara ran to her lover's side and looked at her, her body was a mess, as if she was malnourished and dehydrated.  A leather collar was wrapped securely around her neck, with a chain attached to it that was locked to the headboard.   "Aspen?!  What happened?!" asked Sara with great concern in her voice, clutching her beloved's hand, which was when she noticed the deep welts on Aspen's wrists.

"Sara...she fucked me...hung me in a closet," the marine biologist replied as she pointed towards the closet Sara had just emerged from.  "Barely fed me, so sore."

"It's okay Aspen, I got you." said Sara as she tried helping the dark-haired woman up.  Sara almost had her sitting up when she paused, a strong scent suddenly entered her nostrils.  "Do you smell that?" she asked Aspen.

"Yes, it's the aphrodesia," Aspen replied weakly.  "She bathed me in it.  Makes you so horny, unbelievable."

"She...must've gotten it from town," stuttered Sara as she felt her pussy grow moist, the thin loincloth's swaying was blowing cool air into her throbbing clitoris.  "Can't give in to it," whispered Sara as her body suddenly felt so heavy she sat down on the bed.  The New York detective felt incredibly horny as she touched Aspen's soft flesh, her nipples growing erect as she looked at Aspen's perfect beauty, even in her ravaged state.  "Help me," whispered Sara as she pulled off her top, throwing the thin material away.

"I can't." whispered Aspen through cracked lips, her hand reached up to touch Sara's dangling tits.  Sara positioned herself on all fours hovering above Aspen, the two women gazing into each other's eyes as they tried in vain to resist their temptations.  Sara fell on top of Aspen and their mouths met in a blazing hot kiss, Sara's saliva moisterizing Aspen's dry lips.  Sara's gyrated her crotch erotically over Aspen's, grinding her pelvis into Aspen's.  Aspen entwined her legs around Sara's calves, while hugging the beautiful policewoman's torso tightly.  While the two women continued frenching, they were unaware of a third person in the room, watching them silently with intense fascination.

"Hello girls," Jean finally said, her breathing heavy with arousal.  The redhead was clad in a black leather bodysuit, except there was a large hole around her crotch and her breasts were shoved tightly through two holes on her chest, the luscious mammaries engorged with blood.  A long dildo, the same one she had used on Sara, was in her hand.  Sara and Aspen looked over for a moment, but resumed kissing without giving her a second thought.  Jean crawled seductively onto the bed, positioning herself over Sara's pumping ass.  Jean smiled as she watched her shapely butt gyrate, Aspen and Sara's cunts kissing with as much passion as their mouths.  Sara and Aspen both felt themselves growing wet as their became aroused by their labias stroking rapidly against each other, their clits throbbing with heat and lust.  Jean took the long dildo in her hand and thrust it violently up Sara's ass, the witchblade wearer screaming into Aspen's mouth with pain.  Sara clenched her fists tightly, trying to bear the sudden agony of her rectal violation, the dildo feeling like hot steel up her ass.  Jean positioned herself on top of Sara, practically mounting her like a dog while lining up her hungry pussy with the dildo in Sara's ass crack.  With a hard thrust, Jean rammed the dildo up her snatch, filling her love canal with it's hard embrace.  Jean gasped as her pussy burned with arousal, her hips thrusting steadily onto the hard shaft, which slowly disappeared between Sara's ass and Jean's pussy.  Jean licked Sara's sweet flesh on her back, and moved up to her toned shoulders.  Sara's skin grew hot as she felt a climax beginning to build within her.  Jean reached under and grabbed Sara's tits eagerly, squeezing and pinching them with sex-fueled enthusiasm.  Screaming in unison, Jean and Sara orgasmed, their honey loads gushed around the hard plastic lodged tightly within them, adding to the wafting aroma of orgasms that permeated the room.  Sara collapsed, exhausted and her pussy still expelling honey, which leaked into Aspen's sweaty cunt.  Breathing heavily into the pillow over Aspen's shoulder, Aspen embraced Sara gently, kissing her on the head in a comforting way.  Tears ran down Sara's cheeks as Jean left the large dildo shoved deep up her ass.  The lustful redhead pulled herself out of Sara, leaving only a small piece of sticky plastic still outside of Sara's asshole.  Sara cried softly into Aspen's shoulder, her rectum burning with pain as the long dildo sat inside of her unyielding, like a spear.

Jean fastened a leather leash, identical to the one Aspen had, around Sara's neck.  A short chain attached to the headboard kept Sara in place, both women prisoners of the bed, held with leashes like dogs.

Aspen continued cradling and comforting her lover, turning towards Jean who was walking casually away with a confident smirk on her face.  Aspen narrowed her eyes in anger as the shapely redhead strolled towards the bedroom door.  "Why?" asked Aspen, her voice weak and her eyes welling up with tears.

Jean stopped as she read Aspen's thought, the marine biologist's words were too soft for the psychic mutant to hear.  Jean leaned on her hip and placed her hand on it seductively as she turned around, her pussy gleaming with juices.  "Why not?" replied Jean, licking her lips sensuously to mock Aspen.  "You two are now my sex slaves.  If you don't please me, I erase your minds and leave you two braindead vegtables, and then I'll fuck your comatose bodies until you die.  Got it?"

Aspen sat silently, her mind filled with rage towards Jean as she stroked Sara's sweaty hair gently.  "Oh yeah," said Jean as she crossed her arms across her naked tits, "if that dildo isn't up her ass when I get back, I'm going to whip you both, and then I'll shove even larger dildos up Sara's ass.  So don't try anything.  Bubbye!" Jean said cheerfully as she waved her fingers in a playful manner.  The dominating redhead left the room and locked the door behind her, leaving the two lovers, both drained of energy, in a comforting embrace.

Caitlin gasped with intense pleasure as she felt her latest demon consort ram his manhood up her uterus.  This one was a very large, muscular human-like demon except for his strange, almost half reptilian face.  Caitlin didn't care for the demon's appearance, however, all the insatiable redhead wanted was to be raped.

"Oh really now Gortoro," said Sebastien as he watched this lecherous act unfold, "she loves it rough, can't you see the longing in her eyes for you to pleasure her?"

Gortoro grunted as he sped up his pace, driving Caitlin mad with pleasure.  Caitlin gasped constantly as her burning pussy demanded more, the insatiable whore pumped her crotch rhythmically onto Gortoro's massive demon prick.  Gortoro was much stronger than her however, and her body movements were completely driven by his powerful thrusts.  Caitlin began to gyrate her exquisite body erotically, letting herself flop around in pleasure while her crotch locked her in place at the demon's sex.  Caitlin began mauling her massive tits, her hands electrified with lust.  Caitlin arched her back tightly, driving more of herself onto Gortoro's manhood as well as elevating her breasts, giving her more of her own sweet flesh to fondle.  Caitlin squeezed and rolled the massive milk sacs, pinching her nipples with lustful abandon until finally they burst with milk, the warm fluid coating her horny fingers and giving her bosom a gleaming shine.  Caitlin continued fondling her bosom, her tits sprayed so uncontrollably with milk, her hands were unable to gain a grip on her wet, milky tits.

Gortoro grabbed Caitlin's round hips and used them as a grip to impale Caitlin rhythmically on his dick, Caitlin writhing as her skin grew hotter with lust.  Suddenly Gortoro growled loudly and his thrusts became increasingly fast, Caitlin was unable to keep up with him, and gasped loudly with each penetration as she felt wave after wave of unfathomable and indescribable pleasure begin teasing her brain like small waves on a beach.  Caitlin let herself go and her body limply fell under his sway, her fists clenching as she felt her insides beginning to tighten around his member.  The horny teenager was forgetting more and more of her intelligence, and becoming more of a sexual beast.  Caitlin's beautiful thighs quaked around Gortoro's body while her body continued to sway against the cold stone of the altar.

"Fuck harder!" moaned Caitlin achingly, her mind now barely capable to say even those two words.  Drool covered her chin as it ran out of her constantly gasping lips and tears of ecstacy flowed down her cheeks, her body overwhelmed with pleasure.  Caitlin gripped the edges of the cold altar for a brace as she felt the inevitable, and screamed gloriously as she climaxed, pleasure hitting her like a million tidal waves over her brain.  Caitlin wailed loudly in bliss, her body trying to scream out her endless pool of lust.  Caitlin's labia clasped firmly around Gortoro's pumping member, the fleshy petals being carressed as his hot seed pumped it's way through his veind pole to burst out at the tip.  Caitlin writhed endlessly and her moans never ceased as the hot seed flooded her love canal.  Caitlin's pregnant belly bounced erotically as her entire body spasmed uncontrollably, until she felt the heavenly pleasure of Gortoro's seed fertilize her egg, and she passed out, her body tensing before her muscles slowly relaxed back to normal.

Climax rushed through her body as Jean screamed, her clit gushing with hot juices, coating her fingers which were lodged deeply within her.  Jean let her warm juices flow out of her sex until she ran dry, and forced herself to get up.  Jean wiped some excess cum and sweat off her pubic region, a large wet stain now soaking into the carpet of the hallway.  Jean ignored it, walking around the cum puddle as she unzipped the leather top she wore, and forced her red breasts out of the holes they were squeezed through.  Her perfect tits wobbled freely for a moment before settling down, and then swayed with her every step.  Jean discarded the leather top and walked to her room to retrieve her latest sex toys for her new cum slaves.

Aspen and Sara laid together on the bed, salty tears still running down Sara's beautiful cheeks while her rectum burned with pain from the large dildo deeply lodged within.  Aspen gazed at Sara's features, her sweaty brown hair surounding her lover's angelic beauty like a highlight.  Aspen felt her clit moisten as she stared, her mind filling with images of her and Sara making passionate love.  Aspen knew this was because of the aphrodesia still floating in the air, Jean had practically bathed Aspen in the chemical, brushing her tits and pussy with several coats, both regions still shiny with the solution.  Aspen kissed Sara on the forehead gently, and then put her hands on Sara's cheeks, wiping away the sobbing woman's tears.  Aspen held Sara's face in her hands for a moment to look her in the eyes, Sara doing the same.  "I love you Sara," whispered Aspen, "always."

"I love you too Aspen," sobbed the witchblade wearer through tears.  Sara carressed Aspen's cheek with the back of her hand, gently running it along her smooth, tanned skin.  Sara guided her hand gently down her neck, along her shoulders, and stopped at her arm before gripping it tightly.  "Don't let me go," begged Sara, her tone fearful, "no matter what happens, I won't let go, I won't let Jean hurt you anymore."

"I won't either," said Aspen, a tear beginning to form in her eye.  As the salty droplet began to form and it fell from her eyes, it dissolved into her cheek.  Sara noticed this, and touched her face where the teardrop vanished, finding her fingers go through Aspen's skin like she was sticking her hands in a lake, ripples forming around her fingers.  "Aspen?" gasped Sara, her eyes wide in shock.  "Your powers!  They're returning!"

Aspen's mouth opened wide with the realization Sara was right.  Aspen concentrated, her head throbbing with pain as she tried to break Jean's mental disabling of her powers.  Aspen concentrated that she had to save Sara, and herself, from Jean no matter what.  Aspen's head felt like it would explode from the strain, a vein beginning to pop in her forehead.  Aspen screamed as she felt the mental lock shatter, and her body exploded into water, leaving Sara drenched and lying in a wet bed.  The pool of water soaked in the sheets suddenly reformed into the shape of a naked, curvacious woman made of pure water.  Sara recognized her lover's face, even without flesh.  Using her powers, Aspen soaked the collar around Sara's neck with water until the leather became ruined, and Aspen was able to snap the material easily.  Then, the beautiful water creature grabbed the short stub of the dildo sticking out of Sara's ass, the cool, wet feeling of her fingers causing Sara to purr with relief.  Aspen gently pulled the dildo out of Sara, the policewoman gasping with alleviation as she felt the unwelcome intrusion finally leave.  Aspen pulled the sextoy out completely and discarded it over her shoulder before placing her hand reassuringly on Sara's back.  Sara embraced Aspen's water form, the water form embracing back, "Thank you," whispered Sara and Aspen together.  Sara kissed the water woman on the lips with passion, literally drinking into her tongue.  Breaking off the long kiss, Sara said with a serious tone, "Let's get that bitch."

Jean saw the water woman agree wholeheartedly with Sara before the two women got off the bed and started to walk towards her.  Jean stopped probing Sara's mind and her eyes widened in shock as reality sunk in.  The redhead turned frantic as she wondered what to do.  Jean put on a long coat from Lara's closet, along with a pair of sandals.  Jean grabbed Lara's wallet and passport, stuffing them into the jacket's oversized pockets, and then opened the window of the bedroom.  Jean jumped out without hesitation, her telekinetic powers letting her fall slowly to the ground and land gracefully on the front lawn.  Jean ran into one of Lara's cars parked in her long driveway and telekinetically started the engine, the car roaring to life as she buckled her seatbelt.  Jean put the car into reverse, rolled out of the driveway and sped off, just as Aspen and Sara ran to their upstairs window to watch her flee the mansion grounds.

"Shit!" yelled Aspen as she stepped away from the window frustratingly.  "She rapes us, and she gets away with it?!  I'll kill her!"

Sara continued sitting there by the window, watching the car disappear over the horizon.  As soon as it did, another car came from the opposite side and rushed into the driveway, skidding to a sudden stop.  A single person came dashed out of the car with unbelievable speed.  From their viewpoint, Aspen and Sara could only see it was a woman, but they had a feeling they knew which woman it was.  Aspen quickly draped a robe over her naked body while Sara expanded her witchblade to cover herself.  The two women ran down the steps to the main foyer, and saw much to their delight, that their suspicions were true.  Lara Croft stood in the doorway with an arsenal of guns on her back, with twin uzis aimed and ready for anything.

"Lara!" cried out Aspen and Sara together as they ran excitedly down the steps.  Lara looked up at the sound of her lover's voices, her face lit up with joy as she saw they were safe.  The British woman shrugged off all the guns on her back and dropped the uzis to spread her arms to accept her lovers.  Aspen and Sara ran into Lara's loving embrace, returning it with equal compassion.  Tears of joy flowed down Lara's cheeks, and a single muffled sob escaped her lips.  "I was so worried," said Lara, embarrassed that she cried.  "Jean sounded so evil, I thought you two were dead."

Aspen and Sara shuddered at the mention of Jean's name.  "I want to kill that bitch!" exclaimed Aspen, her fists clenching with rage.  Sara stood silent, although the coldness in her eyes and the stern expression on her face told Lara her intentions were similar to Aspen's.  Lara looked at Aspen's body through the robe that now hung wide open in front, noticing her bruises and dry skin.  "My god!" the British woman gasped, pointing to Aspen's wounds.  "What did she do to you two?!"

After a lengthly explanation, Lara slammed her fist on the table, rattling Sara's coffee cup and spilling some of it onto the saucer beneath.  Lara noticed and apologized with an awkward smirk, eliciting a small laugh from Aspen.  "Sorry," said Aspen, realizing laughter was not appropriate at this time.  "So what do we do?"

"I say we forget about that original redhead and that dark man and find Jean." said Sara with determination, squeezing her fist in anger.

"I have a feeling Jean and the dark man are connected," said Lara, "not always, but after she was raped by him, she started acting strange.  I think she's under his influence, directly or indirectly."

"So you think Jean will lead us to the dark man?" asked Aspen.

"Yes." replied Lara as she cupped her chin, her mind reflecting on their predicament.

"But how do we find her?" asked Sara.

"She has my credit card." realized Lara.

"Thank you very much." said Jean as she accepted her ticket from the airline desk.  Jean walked to the gate where the plane was already awaiting her.  Jean took her seat and waited patiently for takeoff, adjusting her long coat so that no one could see she was naked underneath.  "Attention passengers," a voice said over the intercom.  "Welcome to British Air's one way flight to China."

"Here I come, my master," thought Jean as she laid her head back on the padded seat.

THE END