*****

New York, New York

Sterling rubbed at his weary eyes before massaging his chin, trying to focus his whirling thoughts.  The roughness of a four day growth of beard prickled his palm.  He knew that he looked like hell but it was understandable.  The feeling of being hunted by an enemy which could be anywhere, or anyone, was wearing him down.  So far he and Lin had been successful in concealing themselves, the fact that they were still alive at least proved this, but they had been unable to strike back.

            So far he had been hard at work trying to draw a picture of the dark force’s activities but all they had were a series of vaguely connected reports of murders and disappearances which could signify suspicious activity or be nothing but ordinary crime. 

            Besides helping him with the investigation Lin had been meditating, trying to narrow down the demons by their use of mystical powers but ominously this task had been growing more and more difficult.  It seemed that besides being careful about using their powers in a way which would by psychically the demons had grown in number to the point that their presence acted as a form of astral static, spreading a low level aura of evil across cities and even entire regions but preventing any specific event from being localized precisely.

            Across the room Lin’s current activities drew Sterling’s attention.  The slim Japanese girl knelt on the floor within a circle of salt while she carefully painted strange symbols with a dark red fluid.

            “What are you doing?” Sterling asked, never before had he seen Lin working with such measures, normally she simply meditated with only a candle or incense for focus.

“We are getting nowhere.  Every day, every hour the demons extend their influence while we sit here in hiding, flailing in the dark.”  Lin continued to work, drawing arcane symbols as she spoke in a low voice.  “This circle will protect you.”

            Incomprehension colored Sterling’s features, “Protect me?  What do you mean?”

            “I am going to travel on the astral plain and seek out the demons.  There is the possibility that if I am discovered a demon will be able to follow the astral link between my consciousness and body to discover this location.  If a demon does transport itself here the circle should confine it long enough for you to escape.”  As she finished the circle it was briefly lit by a glowing white light.  Lin stood and oriented herself before sinking gracefully into a full lotus.

“This is my risk to take.  I will do what is necessary to fulfill the pledge I made to my mentor and to protect our world.”  Lin closed her eyes and consciously cast herself away from her body.  When she opened her eyes she floated in a space filled with countless balls of light.  Each was a sentient consciousness, a unique glowing orb sparkling with energy and color, some were bright and some were dim but they were all alive with the thoughts and emotions of their owners.  Tenuous strands of light linked the minds together in a web of connections formed by the associations between them.  To her senses the astral plain appeared as a sparkling, ever changing tapestry.

Lin gathered herself, she knew that it would be easy to lose oneself in the vastness.  Reaching out with her senses she looked for minds which were different than the billions of human minds which floated around her.  Minds which were more powerful and far more evil than any merely human soul.  These would be the demons which had invaded Earth.  Her perceptions instantly sensed them and with a thought Lin was among them.  This part of the astral plain was different, it glowed with an evil red light.  The demonic minds Lin’s consciousness floated among were huge and appeared as twisting spheres of black fire.  A cold dagger of fear sank into her belly as she realized how many of them were before her.

Lin floated silently among them before her attention was drawn by one of the largest and most powerful of the glowing demonic minds.  This one was a roiling mass of stormy energy, the seething emotions and thought patterns of the mind barely held in check.  Lin braced herself and plunged into it.  With searing pain she penetrated the outer barrier and floated within the demon’s psyche.  An aura of overpowering evil surrounded her pressing against her mental defenses.  The demon’s mind was filled with relentless hungers, unholy lusts for power, domination and countless other dark desires.  From within the storming thoughts of his mind Lin began to try to seek out something useful, anything which might aid the battle against these beasts.  First she gained a name, Jacutha, and his self identity which was tinged with cruelty and power.

Jacutha’s mind was filled with rage.  Carefully extending her senses Lin saw a series of pictures which were flashing through his consciousness.  She could feel herself weakening, the mental strain of keeping the demon’s thoughts separate from her own was exhausting, especially while she was also devoting part of her attention to the task of delving for information.   The barrage of chaotic information and thoughts were overwhelming, try as she might Lin was unable to comprehend any useful knowledge.

  Lin suddenly realized that the focus of the mind had shifted.  The rage was still there but the whole power of the demon’s consciousness was directed towards her intruding presence.  Lin instantly spun about and sent her consciousness streaking away only to find escape cut off.  The outer edge of the demon’s mind had become a solid wall.  The ninja slammed against it over and over, seeking a way through the barrier before she realized it was futile.  Laughter echoed through the demon’s mind as questing threads of thought reached out to grasp Lin and pull her back into the core of Jacutha’s mind.

****

Sterling watched Lin, his sense of unease and concern growing.  It went against his makeup to be forced to stand by and do nothing while a friend took a risk.  The fact that the young woman in the circle had saved his life and was the only ally in the world that he had against the demons gave him a cold chill when he thought of losing her.  The fugitive agent knew that he could never carry on alone, saving the world was a crushing responsibility and more than he could bear.

Sterling was wrenched away from his ruminations when Lin began struggling and fighting against an unseen foe, crying out incoherent words of protest.  His growing concern instantly turned to dread as Lin collapsed and lay in the center of the circle, her obvious distress

            “Lin!”  Sterling danced about the pentagram pushing against the flaring green fire only to be thrown back against the wall by a sudden flare of energy.  As he lay half slumped against the wall with his nerves on fire Sterling could only watch as Lin fought her lonely battle behind the impenetrable barrier.

****

Lin opened her eyes and sat up.  Pulling herself to her feet Lin’s gaze swept her surroundings at she realized that she was in far deeper peril than she had every imagined.  The barren landscape around her reeked of death and decay.  This was a dead world, it was simply the bones of what had once been vibrant and alive.  The beautiful young woman shivered slightly as the chill of the grave washed over her.

            “What have we here?  It appears that our interloper has finally awoken.”  The echoing inhuman voice came from all around her, echoing across the terrain, “Welcome to my mind.  Did you really think that you could invade my thoughts and escape unnoticed?”

            Lin automatically dropped into a defensive stance and spun around, seeking out the source of the voice.  The earth cracked and groaned and something began to take form.  Lin watched with wide-eyed shock as a mound of dirt and shadow began welling up, changing and flowing, until a ten foot tall demon stood before her.

            Jacutha was humanoid but obviously not human.  The proportions of his body were all wrong, those of a monstrous predator for which humans were prey.  He was slightly hunched over as if he would be more comfortable on four legs than two.  His skin was a dark ash grey, twined with reddish black veins.  Jagged spines of bone erupted from his skin along his forearms forming natural weapons.  Cords of muscles covered his entire body and each small movement the demon made spoke of barely contained power as sinew flexed and twisted beneath his skin.  Misshapen fangs filled his mouth and reddish horns curved upwards from his temples.  What most drew Lin’s attention were Jacutha’s eyes.  The deeply sunken orbs glowed yellow, letting off flares of sickly light as they shifted within his heavy skull.  Waves of palpable evil poured off him, crashing over her psychic senses like cold fire.

            After an indeterminable period of silence the demon spoke, his deep inhuman tones sending a shiver down the young woman’s back.  “I am Lord Jacutha.  Look upon me, feel my power.  Look upon your new master.  It is the destiny of humanity to bow before us.”

Lin wore a stoic expression, refusing to allow her fear to show, denying Jacutha any satisfaction.  Every inch of her body strummed with readiness.  Jacutha stepped forward making Lin tense, as if to fling herself against him.  The demon did not attack. Instead he turned and waved a hand in the air, drawing her attention to the shattered landscape.   “This is what your world is destined to become.  Thousands of other worlds have suffered this fate.”  Jacutha chuckled and looked at Lin.  “We will be victorious because your pitiful race’s strongest defenders become our servants.  Corruption is our strength.”

            “Kill me now.  I have no desire to listen to your drivel anymore,” Lin spat, her tone and expression filled with contempt.

            To Lin’s surprise Jacutha regarded her with a level look before beginning to laugh.  “Oh no, I’m not going to kill you.  No, I think that I’ll send you back to your body.  Of course before I do that I believe that I’ll have to change your thinking.”  The demon looked at Lin and gave her an evil smile.  In an instant the young ninja’s black clothes wisped away like smoke as Jacutha willed them away, leaving her fit young body revealed to his burning gaze.  Between his legs the think dangling cock began to pump itself erect, jumping obscenely as each pulse of blood signaled his growing arousal.

            This was too much and finally Lin’s composure broke.  She fled away from the monster.  This was far more than a simple dream.  For all intents and purposes this was reality as long as her spirit was confined here.  The borders of the dream were an amorphous cloud of formless psychic energy.  Lin broke into a run towards the distant periphery in a futile bid for escape.  Before young ninja had made it twenty feet she felt something close around her ankles and she slammed face first into the dry rocky ground.  Within a split second nearly two dozen tentacles had erupted from the ground and thoroughly bound the attractive ninja with unyielding restraints of demonic flesh.  Despite her futile struggles Lin was dragged back to the demon.

            Once they had returned her the appendages lifted her into the air and turned Lin to face the demon.  With simple ease they spread out her arms and legs and held them there, angling her body to present it to Jacutha.  Lin shivered as she felt the demonic tentacles shifting and pulsing, caressing her body in the most obscene ways as they prevented her escape.  Lin gasped as she felt Jacutha’s aura lashing out at her, this close to the demon it was like a whip flaying away at her defenses, seeking access to her mind and soul.

            “I will own you.”  Jacutha spoke with a detached tone as his eyes fell to Lin’s body.  Casually he lifted a hand and began cutting away her clothes with his razor sharp claws.  “I know that you can feel my power.  You will give in to it in time.”  Jacutha hissed in appreciation when Lin’s body was finally revealed to him.  The petite young woman’s skin was the color of the most delicate porcelain.  She gave every impression of being small and delicate but her slender limbs concealed a surprising strength.  There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on her entire body.  His eyes flared as he watched the play of supremely toned muscle beneath her skin.  Jacutha knew that he was looking upon the single fittest example of womanhood he had ever seen.  After years of dedicated training her body had the athleticism of a gymnast or acrobat.  Lin’s breasts were tiny but firm and the rose colored nipples that tipped them were hard little buds.  She had a taut belly and narrow hips which rocked back and forth while her sleek limbs struggled against her captor’s grip.  Lin’s hairless pubis swelled ever so slightly before the furrowed lips of her vagina.  The beautiful young woman’s buttocks were lithe and firm while her supple thighs gave just a hint of feminine softness.  Even in her hatred Lin’s exotic face still possessed a hard beauty with high cheekbones and large almond shaped eyes.

Jacutha bent down until his grotesque face was only inches from Lin’s parted legs.  Inhaling deeply he savored the faint scent of her womanhood before using the tips of his claws to open her nether lips.  Letting out a hungry growl he opened his fanged maw.  Lin shivered in his grasp as his hot damp breath blew over her exposed cunt.   Jacutha’s slime covered tongue lolled out and tasted the sweet pink flesh as he licked up and down, delving between the folds before probing at her tight hole.  Lin closed her eyes and tried to ignore the invasive sensations.  After several minutes of exploration Jacutha withdrew his tongue and lifted his head, locking his gaze with Lin’s.

“Ah.  A virgin!  I hadn’t expected this.  It seems like I shall have the pleasure of taking your maidenhood twice, once now when I corrupt your soul and again when you seek me out and beg your Master to deflower you!”  Jacutha favored Lin with an evil grin as delight at his discovery played in his glowing eyes while disgust and revulsion filled Lin’s thoughts.

            With a sickening wet, sliding sound new tentacles emerged from Jacutha’s back and slithered towards Lin’s nude body.  The tentacles from the ground withdrew slowly, allowing the new tentacles to relieve their burden, before disappearing back into the fractured earth.

            “Let us begin,” Jacutha said before lowering Lin’s body to his waiting cock.  The tentacles binding her wrists and ankles tightened painfully as the demon easily manipulated her helpless body.  A squeak of fear escaped Lin’s throat as she felt his penis push up against her entrance before she clamped down on her emotions, determined not to grant her rapist the satisfaction.  Jacutha paused there for a second, running the bulbous head of his cock up and down her slit as he cruelly teased her.  Soon Lin’s crotch gleamed from the gobs of pre-cum smeared across her silky skin.  Finally tiring of her unresponsiveness the demon positioned the tip of his eager member against her tiny hole and pressed it inwards making Lin wince in pain.

            Jacutha grabbed her by the waist and tore through her hymen with a single savage thrust.  Lin screamed towards the sky as Jacutha plunged himself deep into her body, the sudden shocking violation more painful than any experience of her life.  Jacutha was rough and brutal, forcing her unwilling body to yield with pure brute strength as his rampant member speared into her sensitive pussy.  Lin was forced to arch her back in a futile attempt to accommodate the sheer size of her rapist’s cock.

            Jacutha growled as he savagely unleashed his lust on Lin.  Driving forward he buried the entire length of his cock in her tight passage.  Lin cried out as the feeling of being almost torn apart sent fire coursing through every nerve in her body.  Jacutha chuckled as his victim’s inner muscles clenched and strained spastically, her struggles to escape only granting the demon more pleasure.  He began sliding himself in and out of her with a slow but steady rhythm, pausing only when he was buried to the hilt in her body to take pleasure in the arousing sensation of her painfully tight cunt.

            As he held her in midair the demon reamed her body with one punishing thrust after another.  Each time he drove his thick member into her womb Lin’s taut belly bulged from the sheer force of its passage.  Jacutha was relentless, plumbing the depths of her young body with his full sixteen inch length.  The engorged member pulsed as it stretched the sensitive tissues of her birth canal to the very limit.

            What Lin feared most began to happen.  She couldn’t help but notice the feeling of incredible fullness every time Jacutha’s massive phallus filled her body.  With inhuman strength he was plundering her body with a power and depth that no human male could match.  On each stroke the demon’s heavy testicles slapped against her ass.  Each rhythmic thrust was punctuated by a pleasured grunt as he felt his cock bottom against the back of her womb.

            Lin cried out in denial as the unmistakable first feelings of arousal began to trickle through the wash of agony.  She tried to fight them down but these sensations refused to vanish.  Instead they only grew stronger as Jacutha’s demonic power irresistibly began to corrupt her merely human flesh.

            Jacutha looked down at Lin, watching the way that her pussy lips stretched to accommodate the width of his ash black cock.  As his massive body stood hunched over her petite body a thrilling sense of domination filled the demon, coloring his lust with a sense of superiority which urged him to fuck her harder.  The demon wore a wicked smile as a flush colored the girl’s cheeks and her moans began to soften.

Lin’s body began feeling strangely empty as the hot demonic member withdrew on each outward stroke.  The pain had faded but had not gone away.  Instead it mixed exquisitely with the shots of electric pleasure shooting through her with each pounding thrust of his throbbing organ.  Lin could feel her eyes beginning to glaze over in pleasure as the lust welling up in her threatened her self control.

            Deep primal urges awakened within her young body and this, the rut, became the center of its existence.  For all his evil her flesh recognized her rapist.  He was the ultimate Alpha Male and her body was going into heat.  The children he gave her would be strong and the newly awakened drive to mate, to couple with this male until her belly grew heavy with his spawn assaulted the Asian woman’s mind.  Her body cried out to her, telling her that this was what it had always wanted, that this was what it was made for.  With a gush of silky juices her vagina welcomed the intruder, while a burning need filled her loins.  It spread outwards through her body until every inch of her felt fevered and hungry, heated with desire and need.

A grimace of lust appeared on her face and Lin felt the tentacles holding her loosen, allowing her rebellious body to begin reciprocating Jacutha’s rhythm.  As Lin lost control of her body she began to pant and moan with ecstasy while her hips moved instinctively, trying to drive her rapist’s cock straight into the core of her being.

            Lin could feel her mental defenses breaking down.  Behind the last layer of protection was her core being.  Here Lin’s true self floated, seeking out the absolute calm and balance of meditation.  She watched, almost an impartial observer to the violent rape, and thought.  Her mind and soul were trapped here.  Without them her body was simply meat.  Everything in this place, this dream, this nightmare, was of the demon.  This nightmare world was crafted from Jacutha’s mind and thus it was totally under his control.  Even if Lin could escape her rapist’s grasp she would never reach the insubstantial periphery, the dreamscape would turn against her, the very rock itself rising up to recapture her. 

With each passing moment she could feel the island of calm shrinking.  Jacutha was reaching into her mind, compelling and twisting, his dark nature whispering and seducing as the demon’s psychic attack battered at Lin’s self control.  Lin knew that a part of herself longed to give in, to simply revel in the pleasure and corruption.  Within her mind her own voice goaded and pleaded with her, explaining just how easy it would be to simply give in, whispering to her of the endless pleasure possible with surrender.

            Already her dream-body and the outer layers of her mind had fallen and Lin now desperately guarded her soul from the corrupting waves of pleasure which flooded around her, pressing against her defenses and slowly breaking down her determination to resist.  The knowledge that giving in would bring unimaginable ecstasy was becoming ever more tantalizing.  For her dream-body both pain and pleasure had become inextricably intertwined.

Lin was suspended in midair.  Every inch of her body was being explored and caressed by writhing tentacles which covered her smooth skin with gobs of disgusting slime.  Jacutha grunted as he fucked her hard and deep, relishing the intimate invasion of Lin’s mind and body.   He could feel his powers overcoming her, bringing her submissive body to one orgasm after another, each moment of shattering pleasure breaking down her protections.  Soon this warrior would be his willing slave, existing only to serve his bidding, her immortal soul forever corrupted.

Jacutha hunched down and put his mouth beside her ear before speaking in a voice which was more of a growl than a whisper, “Yesss.  Can you feel it?  You are becoming mine.”  Simultaneously he forced a thick ridged tentacle straight up her tight anus and began reaming her with sharp hard thrusts, making her scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she felt both her nether orifices filled to bursting with thrusting and writhing meat.

            Lin knew that this was the last straw.  It was growing harder and harder to concentrate as the sensations her body bombarded her with became ever more vivid, soon the beautiful young woman would give herself over willingly and completely to the demon.  Lin cried out as Jacutha’s mind battered down her barriers and invaded.  His brutal power flooded into her mind and she could feel his thought currents tasting and examining the very core of her being, preparing to twist and craft it to serve him.  His thoughts were alive within her head and she sensed the overriding triumph as he held her fate in his grasp.

Yes.  This was a nightmare, now to make it Jacutha’s rather than hers.  From within Jacutha’s anger Lin discerned a fear.  A challenge had been made to the demon’s power and confidence.  This was why his rage burned so bright, because Jacutha himself had seen what these mere humans had wrought and feared it.  For this Jacutha would never forgive them.  With a final act of will Lin plucked the image of the warrior she saw from the depths of Jacutha’s sub-conscious mind and animated it, a task only possible because it took advantage of the demon’s existing weaknesses.

            Jacutha froze in mid thrust.  The demon looked at his victim’s face which had made him stop dead in surprise.  She wore a vicious smile of victory at odds with her growing corruption.  He had sensed that victory was at hand, she was nearly broken, mere moments away from becoming his plaything!

An entirely unnatural thunder echoed across the landscape and Jacutha howled in pain and stumbled, dropping Lin to the ground.  Turning about he faced a man.  Recognition filled the demon’s mind, quickly followed by hatred.  It was the soldier who had escaped him!

            Hunter finished reloading his rifle with a fresh magazine and raised it.  Instinctively Jacutha defended himself, hurling his bulk to the side with deceptive speed.  Despite the demon’s efforts part of the burst still caught him and he howled again as the bullets ripped through his skin and into his body.  Jacutha landed behind a rock formation which concealed him from his enemy.  It would take more than that to kill him and the demon bared his fangs as he felt his body begin to heal.  With deadly determination he stalked through the tortured landscape, silent and deadly, his entire being filled with a single purpose.  Revenge and death for the prey which had dared challenge him, had dared to hurt him!

            In a single glorious bound his powerful legs sent him over an outcropping of rock.  His eyes narrowed as they locked onto his prey and the demon’s fangs gnashed together as he realized that the human was facing away from him, unaware of the monster’s looming presence.  Barely touching the ground the demon sprang again, covering the remaining distance between them.

With a cry of rage Jacutha leapt upon Hunter, ripping and rending with teeth and claws as they both tumbled to the ground.  He felt his enemy’s body tear and shred beneath his claws and tasted the human’s blood and flesh.  His animal nature was in control and he feasted on his enemy’s heart, all rational thought swept away by the bloodlust which had gripped him.  As he gulped down the rich meat the demon bent back his head and roared at the sky, loudly proclaiming his victory.

Lin crawled a few feet until with a supreme effort of will she was able to stumble to her feet.  Torturous pain filled her body.  The burning agony which made each step feel like she was walking through a jungle of razor blades may not have been truly real but even in this dreamscape failure would mean the end and a fate which she considered far worse than death.  If anything really terrified the determined young woman it was the thought of the perversion of all she was and of all she held dear.  It was this thought that drove her on and gave her the willpower to push her tortured body to action.

            Lin ran as fast as her battered body allowed toward a gaping chasm which split the dreamscape.  She only hoped that she could reach it in time before her deception was discovered.  If it wasn’t deep enough to extend beyond the dream crafted by Jacutha she would die, her soul and mind snuffed out as if they had never been leaving an empty husk of her body.

            The entire landscape shrieked with anger and Lin felt the ground shake as Jacutha regained his senses.  It was already too late.  The ninja had reached the edge of the tortured tear in the earth.  One way or another she would escape, through death or through freedom Lin was lost to the demon.  Closing her eyes Lin hurled herself into the pit and fell as the very air reverberated about her with boundless fury.  Escape.

****

Lin’s eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright, gasping for breath.  Alive, she was alive.  With a wave of her hand and a short phrase she opened the circle.  Sterling reached out to support Lin as she staggered out of the circle.  Lin pushed by him and stumbled across the room where she dug through the pile of news clippings until she uncovered the report of a mutiny on a military base.  Spreading the articles out, she studied wanted posters of Hunter, Hicks, Hudson and Sanchez.  There were pictures of the damage to the base and it was stated that they were wanted for questioning in the incident on the military base.  Lin thrust the pictures towards her partner.  “We must find them.”

            Sterling looked at the posters and smiled.  “It looks like whatever you did worked.”

“Yes.  But I almost lost myself.”  Lin closed her eyes and shuddered at the memory.  With a shake of her head she banished those thoughts from her immediate attention and returned to the task at hand.  “These people hurt the demons.  The one who I… obtained the information from feared them.” 

“I’ll use my back door access to the national crime database but I can’t promise anything.”  Sterling looks up and Lin’s face and noticed how pale and tense she looked, as if the young ninja was barely keeping her composure.  “Are you all right?”

The moment Sterling spoke Lin looked up at him.  Her lips trembled and her eyes shone with unshed tears.  “I-I have to be alone right now.”  With that she fled from the room.

            Sterling’s face tightened and he reached out a hand towards her retreating back before letting it slowly fall to his side.  His shoulders slumped slightly in defeat.  As he turned back to study the information on the mutiny Sterling wished that he knew of some way to help Lin.  It looked like she would just have to work through it on her own.  Sterling prayed that she could but the bleak horror he had seen in her eyes spoke of wounds which might never heal.

****

Woodhelm, New York

            Deputy Vicky Hargrove wiped tears from the crying girl’s eyes while holding a reassuring arm around the young woman’s quaking shoulders.  The young deputy’s wore an expression of sympathy and concern as she murmured soothing words to the Asian teen.  The girl had been picked up, stumbling along in the rain, clutching the tattered remains of her clothing to her naked body.  The poor girl was obviously in shock, under the blanket they had wrapped her in the teenager’s body shook and shivered.  The hysterical girl had recounted a disorganized story of being picked up by a group of men in a pickup.  She hadn’t been able to tell anymore without breaking down, they hadn’t even gotten a name out of her yet.  Hargrove knew enough to guess at what happened next and the thought of what the teen had gone through made her feel a deep sorrow.

            Sheriff Morgan sat at his desk, crossing the “I’s” and dotting the “T’s” on his report on the arrest of the renegade troops languishing in the cells.  He smiled to himself as he thought of the “most dangerous” tag placed on the arrest notice.  Guess those arrogant Feds could learn something from his department, taking the fugitives in had been no problem.  Of course the way that the big one with the claw wounds was still unconscious worried him a bit but some people were being sent up from DC to pick them all up and that General Stewart who had contacted Morgan after he put the arrest notification out on the network had assured him that they would bring the proper medical attention.  In this sleepy town the nearest real hospital was nearly an hour away by car so waiting suited Morgan just fine.  Suddenly a surprised gasp of pain and a meaty thud grabbed his attention.  When he looked up the innocent looking girl they had picked up had become a blurring whirlwind of movement.  With some kind of aerial butterfly kick she knocked out both of his male deputies.  Landing on her feet with catlike grace she aimed an axe-handed chop to the back of Hargrove’s head before springing towards him.

            The last thing that the Sheriff saw before falling unconscious was the girl’s petite foot striking towards his head with lightning speed.  As Lin flipped backwards off his chest she caught Deputy Hargrove before the unconscious woman could fall to the ground.  Carefully she laid the kind young officer down on the floor, saving her from a bruising fall.  It was the least she could do for the sympathetic woman.

            Lin smiled in satisfaction as she reached down and pulled the Sheriff’s key ring from his belt.  She hadn’t been sure that they would be able to rescue the prisoners before the demonic forces could arrive.  Luckily they had one advantage.  When the arrest notice went up on the national database Sterling’s tap had picked it up.  Luckily the fugitives had flown almost 500 miles due north before running out of fuel and ditching the chopper, leaving them within only a few hours distance by car.  Outside the rumble of an engine and the sound of heavy tires on gravel signaled that the truck they had “liberated” had arrived with Sterling at the wheel.  Before she went back into the holding area Lin reminded herself to grab the blanket.  No sense in shocking their potential new allies too much.

****

Cynthia stepped into the sheriff’s station and surveyed the scene before her.  Papers had been strewn across the room and four unconscious bodies lay on the floor behind the counter.  Behind her a man wearing the uniform of an Army lieutenant let out a low inhuman growl.  That growl immediately cut off when Cynthia’s head whipped around and she gave him a sharp quelling glare.  Feeling a burning resentment he looked away, angered at being ordered about by a mere human slave but unwilling to feel Jacutha’s wrath.  Jacutha made it clear to the demon that Cynthia was in charge of this mission and that to disobey her was to defy him.

Lifting a hinged section of counter Cynthia walked over to stand above the unconscious law enforcement officers.  A look of contempt covered her beautiful face as she calmly put on a pair of leather gloves before crouching down over the Sheriff.  Two hard slaps proved sufficient to wake the man.  As he blinked blearily awake Cynthia swept her gaze over the room once again before turning back toward him. 

“It looks like your prisoners got away Sheriff.”  Cynthia observed with an expression of pique on her beautiful face.   “I’m very disappointed.”

            “What?  What happened?”  He shook his head, trying to clear his muddled thoughts, before wincing at the shooting pain behind his eyes.

            “Oh, I think what happened is quite clear.  You and your deputies captured the fugitives.  Unfortunately once you returned to the station one of them got a hold of your gun during a struggle and killed you and two of your deputies before raping poor Deputy Hargrove.”  Cynthia reached down and drew the Sheriff’s gun.  She stood and released the safety before pointing it at the prone man.

“What are you doing?  No! You can’t!  Please!”  The gun bucked three times in her hand and the old Sheriff slumped to the floor, his face frozen in wide-eyed terror.  Cynthia wore a cold expression as she turned and killed both male deputies before dropping the empty pistol on the floor.

“You can have her,” Cynthia said in a dismissive tone.  Hearing this the Lieutenant smiled and reached down to grab Deputy Hargrove’s right ankle.  As he pulled her along his form began to distort and grow as he dropped his human façade and allowed his true demonic form to emerge.  Opening her attaché case Cynthia calmly drew off the gloves and dropped them inside before taking out a cell phone.

Cynthia smiled slightly as the Sheriff’s deputy regained consciousness while she was being dragged down the hall into the rear of the jail towards the cells.  Cynthia dialed General Stewart’s number on her cell phone.  “They’re not here sir.  No sir, they escaped.  We have a nice little massacre here.  Yes sir.  It’ll be all over the news now.  They won’t be able to stay hidden long.  Thank you, sir.  I’ll handle this situation and then return to DC.”

After putting away her phone Cynthia walked toward the cell block, following the sound Vicky’s screams.  She was confident that the ring of MPs surrounding the building would make sure that they remained undisturbed.  By time Cynthia arrived Vicky wore only the ragged remnants of her uniform leaving the deputy’s gorgeous body exposed.  The demon had the short-haired blond woman on her knees.  He was holding her head in his clawed hands with a painfully tight grip forcing her to watch in horror as blood pumped into his cock bringing it fully erect only inches from the terrified woman’s face. 

When he was fully aroused the gigantic organ was nearly fourteen inches long and covered with warty bumps.  In the center of each of those bumps was a tiny opening.  As Vicky watched in horror short tendrils burst from this hole, splattering her attractive face with yellow slime.  As the blond screamed in horror and revulsion the demon forced his cock into her open mouth, forcing her to take every inch.  Instantly her cries were cut off as the disgusting member gagged her.  Her blue eyes were filled with animal terror and tears ran down her cheeks as he roughly forced his cock down her throat.  The massive cock stretched her jaw painfully and the uncomfortable sensation of dozens of tendrils wriggling like worms made Vicky gag.  Her chest heaved and shook as the blonds body was wracked by spasms, with the thick cock blocking her esophagus she could neither retch nor breathe.

Guttural moans of pleasure came from deep in the demon’s chest as he fucked her face.  The forced blow job left her red-faced as she slowly suffocated.  Soon Vicky became dizzy and the room blurred before turning black.  Just before the beautiful blond passed out the demon felt his member swell and pulse as he sent a load of semen into her stomach.  Still ejaculating, the beast pulled his member from her mouth and roared as he shot gobs of thick yellowish cum onto her face and hair.  With her first desperate gasp for air Vicky drew some of the seed into her lung and began hacking and coughing, choking on the bitter fluid.

“Do not doubt, whore that you will soon be screaming for me to take you again and again,” the demon said to the choking girl once she had regained enough of her senses to understand him.  Wracked by a coughing fit Vicky struggled for breath while she stared up in horror at the demon with tear filled eyes.  For the first time she noticed the grinning Army major watching them.  As she met Cynthia’s gaze the smiling woman licked her lips, the lewd hungry expression openly showing her lust.  The terrified blond scuttled back into the back corner of the cell and cowered there, sobbing inarticulately. 

With practiced efficiency Cynthia stripped off her uniform revealing her voluptuous body.  After folding it neatly and setting it aside she reached up and released her silky black hair from its bun and shook out its gleaming length.  The demon ran appreciative eyes over her naked skin and full breasts as she stepped confidently forward into the cell.  His attention had been fully turned towards the beautiful major the instant she had shown a willingness to participate.

Cynthia walked forward to stand in front of the demon with a sexy sway in her steps, wet beads of her desire clearly visible in the dark tuft of soft hair above her mound.  She gave him a sultry smile and tossed her lustrous hair before turning around and dropping to the floor.  Lying against the bare concrete floor she thrust her bottom up in the air, presenting her attractive butt to the demon with a teasing wriggle.

            The demon’s eyes flared with green light as he knelt behind her.    His open maw released a low hungry growl as he grasped his eager meat and aimed it towards the swollen lips of her dripping cunt.  With his other hand he used a single claw to pull open her nether lips, revealing the soft pink inner flesh of her vagina.

“Not there, here!”  Cynthia reached back and pulled her firm buttocks apart, revealing the puckered opening of her anus.

The demon growled and ignored her order, determined to embed his raging shaft deep in Cynthia’s wet pussy.  He wrapped his powerful claws around her hips and positioned himself to enter her sopping hole.

            As the thick head began to part her lips Cynthia snarled and grabbed the shaft, digging her sharp nails into his skin until black blood welled from it.  The demon howled in pain and stepped back, raising a powerful arm to strike her only to be cut off as she turned her head to face

“Do not presume worm!  Only the master may impregnate me!  Learn your place or face his wrath.”  The demon actually flinched at the menace in her soprano voice and the fiery anger in the Major’s eyes made him look away unable to meet her gaze.  Cynthia again lowered her head to the cold concrete floor, loving how dirty it felt to lie with her cheek against the rough surface while she ordered a demon to sodomize her.  She smiled as she felt the demon nestle the tip of his cock against her ass and push slowly forward.  It battled against the tight ring of muscle before finally penetrating her sphincter and burrowing into her rectum.  Cynthia felt herself stretched open and she moaned as the delicious pain swept through her body.  The pain only made the sensations more thrilling.

Once she felt the full length of his cock pressing deep into her bowels the raven haired beauty released the grip on her buttocks and pressed them between her legs, stroking her wet pussy.  Slowly she worked three fingers into her tight cunt and began jacking them in and out between her wet labia while she played with her clit using her other hand.  The sensation of the wriggling tendrils covering the cock rammed up her butt combined with her own attentions on her pussy soon made Cynthia whimper in pleasure as she experienced the first of many orgasms.  Above her the demon was growling and furiously fucking her beautiful ass.  Each brutal thrust rocked her entire body, mashing her full tits against the rough floor.  Both participants ignored the sobbing deputy in the corner, concentrating wholly on their carnal activities.

            Vicky’s mind had shut down from the trauma.  She rocked back and forth oblivious to Cynthia and the demon, rubbing at the demonic cum covering her face as if to wipe it off while she stared into space.  All that she accomplished was smearing the sticky fluid around, making excess gobs drip down onto her heavy breasts while her attractive features were still covered in a sticky mess of half dried semen.

The two coupled for nearly twenty minutes before Cynthia felt the demon signal his imminent peak by grunting louder and picking up the pace of his thrusts.  She could feel his thick cock trembling in her belly as his climax approached.  As the orgasm took the demon Cynthia leaned forward and allowed his penis to slide out of her ass.  Spinning about before the monster could protest she seized his member in her hands began jacking it off as she pointed the tip at her mouth.  The first blast of hot semen splattered across her face but the rest went straight into her mouth.  Cynthia swallowed one mouthful of cum after another until the stream finally began to slow as he released the last of his load.

            Cynthia released her grip on the cock and stood.  Grabbing the panting demon’s hand she made a small cut on her left wrist with one of his sharp claws.  Holding her hand in a tight fist she cupped her right palm and dripped crimson blood into it.  Once a sufficient amount had bled into her hand Cynthia lifted it and drooled out the last swallow of fresh cum she had been holding in her mouth, allowing the blood and semen to mix together.

            “Lord Armakoth granted you some of his blood?” the demon’s eyes widened in shock as he realized the significance of her actions, looking on the beautiful woman with an entirely new perspective.  A human slave granted the boon of a demon lord’s blood carried a part of that demon’s life essence giving her a power far greater than that of a lower level demon like himself.  A chill of fear ran down the demon’s back and he stepped back from this suddenly intimidating woman.

            Cynthia ignored the wide eyed demon and chanted in a harsh language.  A wind rose up in the cell and after a moment the fluid in her cupped palm bubbled and glowed before slowly turning black.  Wisps of shadow rose from its surface which shifted about on its own while disembodied whispers filled the room.  Cynthia carefully carried the liquid across the cell and crouched in front of Vicky and look down at the mixture cupped in her hand before speaking to it.

            “This is your host. I give her to you and command that you claim her.  Her soul is your sustenance and her body your tool.  Go forth and take possession of your vessel so that you may serve your mistress!”  As Cynthia shouted the last word she threw the black fluid all over the attractive blond, leaving the deputy’s pale skin covered with a sticky black mess.  This finally aroused Vicky from her catatonic state and she began screaming.  When she felt the black fluid begin crawling across the surface of her skin the blond became totally hysterical, flailing her arms and legs about in panic and trying unsuccessfully to fling the living fluid away from her.

            After a few moments of scurrying back and forth across her body the fluid began to congregate.  With sudden determination it formed rivers across her skin and began entering her.  Vicky desperately tried to protect herself, putting her hands over her mouth and pussy, but whatever she did the fluid simply flowed around any obstruction.  It flowed into every orifice on her body.  Streams filled her ears, mouth and nose.  Not even her eyes were spared as the vile black liquid forced its way into her tear ducts.

            Finally the last of the fluid vanished inside her young body leaving the blond deputy terrified.  For a few moments she simply lay there shivering, displaying no visible effects from the unholy baptism.  Suddenly a spike of pain shot through Vicky’s belly and she curled into a fetal position and moaned in anguish.  It felt like red hot coals were burning though her insides, making her moan pitifully as the dark spell began to work its magic.

            Cynthia watched with a wide smile as the transformation overtook the pretty blond woman.  Most of the transformations were internal, remaking her into something far from human, but the external changes were impressive enough.  Dozens of tiny flaws were erased and Vicky’s body hair fell away leaving her body smooth and perfect.  Her breasts swelled and lifted while her nipples grew and darkened.   hips widened and her waist narrowed giving her a perfect hourglass figure  Vicky’s face went from attractive to drop-dead gorgeous, her full lips turning deep red and her cheeks taking on a vital glow.

            As the female deputy’s transformation took place a number of demonic attributes appeared, each only adding to her beauty.

From her fingers and toes curved nails sprouted and the tips of her ears grew to points.  When she opened her eyes and hissed they were golden orbs split by a black slit.

            When the metamorphosis was complete Vicky rose to her feet with lithe grace, a smile on her lips.  Wantonly the blond ran her hands over her body, stroking and caressing, before slipping her fingers between her legs with a sigh and then a gasp.

“I have summoned you revenant and demand to know your true name.”  Cynthia’s authoritative voice drew the blonde’s attention but she never ceased playing with herself.

“My name is… Linara.”  Her voice, like her every movement, was seductive, its husky tones promising sexual bliss.

“Very well, child of Lillith, I bind you by your true name to my service.  I order you, Linara, obey my voice in all things!”  As Cynthia’s strong voice rang out she sketched a rune in the air, the tip of her finger leaving a glowing trace floating there.  With the last word she pushed it with the flat palm of her hand, hurling it toward the transformed deputy.

Shrinking as it flew through the air the run hit Linara just above her pubic mound and crackled with energy.  When the light faded a small indigo tattoo rode there, marking her to Cynthia’s service and through the major to Armakoth.  Linara closed her eyes and went tense as she hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure while the small tattoo formed.  After a moment of silence Linara opened her eyes and looked at Cynthia.  Both the women relaxed and the atmosphere of the room lightened as if a necessary ritual had finished and with its conclusion a certain informality was now allowed.

            “Thank you, Mistress.  I had spent far too long in the pits.  Locked away from even the simplest sensations and pleasures,” Linara lifted her fingers and shivered with bliss as her tongue darted out to taste the juices gleaming wetly on their tips.

            “I think that you will enjoy your service to me, Linara.  Now, we need to make sure that that body is well-fucked to corroborate your story.”  The eyes of both women swung to the demon.  He had been standing silently watching the proceedings, trying to be as inconspicuous as an eight foot tall beast could be.  The sudden predatory stares directed towards him made him take a hesitant step backwards.  With wide smiles and hungry eyes the two beautiful women stalked across the cell towards the demon and pounced.

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