Message-ID: <611.repost$980813051143@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Witchblade: Demon Gate (f/artifact,mc) (2/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998081301544800.VAA03264@ladder01.news.aol.com> Witchblade: Demon Gate by PJ Chapter 2 The school nurse gently placed a thin white blanket over Tabitha's limp body. "Will she be alright?" asked Rose, clasping her hands together with worry. "Yes. She's badly scratched up, but none of her wounds appear to be really serious," replied the nurse, taking Rose's left arm lightly. "Now let's go and let Tabitha get some rest until her mother arrives." After the nurse and Rose left, the Witchblade uncoiled from Tabitha's right wrist, tendrils wrapped around her neck, breasts, and face. A single sharp prong pierced Tabitha's temple, digging into her brain. "No!" shouted Tabitha, eyes widening in shock as she sat bolt upright. The blanket fell away from Tabitha's scantily clad form while grey tendrils pulled her legs apart, exposing her bloodied pussy. *Join,* whispered the Witchblade in Tabitha's mind, the tendrils around her tits squeezing painfully. "Let go of me!" panted Tabitha, struggling to pull away the razor sharp bindings wrapped around her. Tabitha gasped when the Witchblade sent a surge of energy into her mind, stimulating her pleasure centers. The young girl fell back limply onto the mattress, her legs yielding to the tendrils that pulled upon them. A phallic-shaped tendril slowly slid into Tabitha's cunt, wriggling inside her vagina. Tabitha moaned, arching her back, her breasts aching from abuse as they were fondled and crushed. Tabitha sucked on her lower lip, her brain throbbing with sensual pleasure transmitted from the tendril buried in her skull. The school girl grasped the upper posts of her bed, pumping her slender hips while the probe inside her pussy shoved itself wetly back and forth. *Pleasure,* whispered the Witchblade, a tendril slithering around Tabitha's throat, caressing her warm flesh as she groaned in bliss. Glistening honey escaped from Tabitha's pussy, staining the sterile white sheets. A second knobby probe inserted itself into Tabitha's asshole, exploring her tight anal orifice. Tabitha shuddered with ecstasy, she spread her legs apart farther, invited the Witchblade's limb deeper into her young uterus. "More..please, more," murmured Tabitha, her eyes pressed shut, her lips trembling from panting. The Witchblade sent another arousing jolt into Tabitha's mind, its agile grey limbs roving all over her slim sexy body. Tabitha tore off the remainder of her ripped clothing, then she cupped her young tits in her palms, crushing a tendril that rubbed up and down her cleavage. Gleaming with sex sweat, Tabitha turned over onto her stomach, raising her nude body up on hands and knees. She grasped the headboard of her bed, thrusting out her ass that was still being ravished by two pulsing tendrils. The probes inside the naked girl's pussy and anus moved as one, shoving deeply inside her, dripping with her excretions. Tabitha's tits dangled in bondage, held by writhing Witchblade limbs. A grey shell formed around Tabitha's head, flowing down her chest and back, encasing her slim, shapely legs. The Witchblade armor completely encased Tabitha's nude body, its limbs still throbbed inside her cunt and ass. *Must leave..protect,* transmitted the Witchblade, forcing Tabitha to her feet, then propelling her through an open window to freedom. "Finally, nightfall," said Mephit, gazing up at the clear starlit sky. "Do we get the girl now?" inquired Samson impatiently. "Yes, and Sara shall lead the way," smiled Mephit ironically. "Fuck you," grimaced Sara, trying to block the pain of the thorn bindings wrapped around her wrists and arms. "We had the contest of wills and I won. Don't be a sore loser," reprimanded Mephit, wiggling his fingers to tighten the bonds around Sara. The young woman moaned instinctively as the sharp long thorns around her arms slid deeper into her flesh. "Let me brain drain her, then we can get moving," suggested Demona eagerly, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder. "No, not yet, anyway," replied Mephit. "I think Sara sees the logic in helping us, don't you, my dear?" "Alright, just don't hurt me anymore," whispered Sara. "I won't, you have my word," chuckled Mephit, pushing Sara ahead of him. Tabitha entered her house after the Witchblade had picked the lock of the front door. She slowly moved her head around the entry foyer, the Witchblade searching for any signs of its pursuers. When it had determined that the house was clear, it granted Tabitha control of her body, but remained in full armor mode around her. Tabitha climbed the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor, falling heavily onto her pink bedspread after entering the room. "I feel so tired," muttered Tabitha, her eyelids fluttering drowsily. *Sleep. I will protect you,* replied the Witchblade, the ruby built within it glowing warmly. After several hours, Mephit, Demona, Samson, and Sara reached the edge of another forest clearing. Peeking from the bushes, the group glanced around the open grounds of a two story manor house with a driveway running in front of it. No lights were switched on, the house appeared to be empty. "Are you sure the Witchblade is there?" hissed Mephit, yanking sharply on Sara's auburn hair. "Yesss. It is." "Samson, take the front door. Demona, watch the back," ordered Mephit curtly. "Where will you be?" asked Demona with an arched eyebrow. "Here, monitoring you," smiled Mephit coldly. Samson charged forward without hesitation, followed a short space later by the lithe Demona. The succubus' black halter top ripped open from her back, allowing her wide, leathery wings to stretch out behind her. "Now the fun begins," whispered Mephit hotly in Sara's right ear. *Wake up!* warned the Witchblade, its ruby heart pulsing brightly. "What?" muttered Tabitha, her eyes blinking rapidly. *We have to move!* answered the artifact, forcing Tabitha to her feet. "Okay! I can take it from here!" protested Tabitha. When the Witchblade didn't take control of her body, Tabitha walked to her only bedroom window, searching the driveway for anything weird. She gasped softly in alarm when she spotted a huge muscular man marching resolutely for her front door. *Let me get him from here,* recommended the weapon. "Uh, okay," agreed Tabitha, silently opening her window before extending out the gauntlet of the Witchblade. The artifact slowly grew brighter with ruby light, pulsing like a pounding heart. The fingers of the gauntlet spread wide apart on their own before an eye-searing bolt of plasma spat from the open palm towards Samson. The burly demon barely had time to register the light above him when the plasma strike engulfed his body. Samson screamed briefly in agony before his mortal form was reduced to a pile of ash. *One down,* remarked the Witchblade smugly. Before Tabitha could reply, she heard the back door downstairs shatter open. "Another one?" *Yes.* Tabitha rushed down the hallway, then slowly descended the stairs to the ground floor. The young girl saw Demona as the succubus flew into her, propelling her through the outer wall to the front lawn. Tabitha landed heavily, the air crushed from her lungs. "Give me the Witchblade, you little bitch," hissed Demona, releasing gleaming red claws from her delicate hands. *Hit her!* urged the Witchblade. Tabitha smashed her right fist into Demona's face, crushing the beautiful demon's nose. Demona clutched her bleeding face, staggering away from the prone girl. Tabitha pointed her right hand at Demona, commanding several sharp tendrils to shoot towards her wounded foe. Demona shouted in pain when the barbs sliced into her flesh. She flapped her wings, rising quickly into the protective arms of the night. Tabitha scanned the edge of the forest for more demons, but saw nothing. "We did it," grinned Tabitha, breathing heavily. *Well done,* replied the Witchblade. "Mom's gonna bitch about that hole in the wall, not to mention the broken door," groaned Tabitha, retracing her steps to the house. *I can fix that,* offered the artifact with a twinkling red glow. "That could have gone better," remarked Mephit ruefully. "That fucking cunt broke my nose!" snarled Demona, her nostrils red and puffy with bruising. Sara giggled from her seat at the base of a tree until Demona slapped her several times across the face. "Settle down, Demona. We need her, for a little longer," said Mephit, glaring at Sara dangerously. "We have to try a different approach." "Like what?" retorted the succubus. "We get a little help from her friends," grinned Mephit, his shark-like teeth glowing in the dim starlight. ***************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----