Julie unlocked the door to Sara's apartment and helped her sister into the dark interior.  Flicking on a hallway light switch, Julie held onto Sara's waist, guiding the trembling young woman through the living room and down another short hallway into Sara's bedroom.  Julie sat Sara on the edge of the disheveled bed, stroking her sister's hair.

"Stay here, I'll go lock the door and get you something to drink."

Sara sat silently with her hands resting in her lap, the Witchblade gleaming around her slender right wrist.  Frowning, Julie left Sara alone, wondering what she could do to help her sibling.

Sara licked her lips, she could still taste the leather-clad girl's pussy in her mouth.  Struggling to her feet, Sara threw off her shoes and padded into the bathroom, running hot water in the sink, then gathering it in her hands and splashing it across her lovely face.  Sara scrubbed her lips
and cheeks, cleaning the sticky remains of her lover's cunt juices from her skin.  Sara's body was stiff with soreness, the scratches inflicted by the Witchblade burned softly upon her inner thighs and breasts.  Sara stripped off the clothes that Julie had given her, she struggled into the shower and turned on the water, closing her eyes as the warm spray poured over her.

"I made you some coffee, Sara!" called Julie from the bedroom.

"Can you get me a robe, please?"

"Sure!"

Running fingers through her wet hair, Sara left the shower and took the robe offered by her sister.

"How did you get all those scratches, Sis?" inquired Julie, her eyes wide with concern.  "They don't look like they were made by nails, some of them look pretty deep!"

"They'll be fine," murmured Sara, draping on the warm robe.  She followed Julie out of the bathroom and picked up the steaming mug of coffee on her night table.  Sara sighed as she sipped the hot drink, the tension in her body slowly easing.

"Want to tell me what happened?"

"It was..a moment of weakness," replied Sara, joining her sister on the edge of the bed.

"I haven't seen you like that since we were kids," said Julie, squeezing Sara's shoulder.

Tears welled in Sara's eyes again.  She set down her mug and collapsed against Julie.

"I don't know what to do!  I'm not in control of myself!" sobbed Sara, clutching her sister tightly.
Julie held Sara, stroking her sister's damp hair.

"I'm here, I'll help you," smiled Julie.

Sara's eyes snapped open when she felt the Witchblade's growing hunger.  Sara shuddered, revulsion and horror swelling within her belly.

"Julie!  You have to go!" said Sara, pushing her sister away.

"I'm not going to leave you like this."

"I..I don't want to hurt you!"

"You won't hurt me," smiled Julie, caressing Sara's cheek.

"Could..you give me a minute?" asked Sara, hiding the aroused Witchblade in the wide sleeve of her bath robe, her body trembling violently.

"Sure, I'll be in the hallway," nodded Julie, standing up and leaving Sara alone in the bedroom.

"Not her!  Not my sister!" hissed Sara, sliding away her sleeve and staring hatefully down at the glowing gems embedded within the Witchblade.

*HUNGER,* replied the Witchblade within Sara's mind, as sharp tendrils grew from the bracelet and coiled around the young woman's right arm.

"I..won't..let..you," gritted Sara, the bathrobe sliding off of her shoulders, thorny metallic strands wrapping around her waist, encircling her bare thighs.  Sara stumbled towards her closet, the Witchblade controlling her naked body, its coils digging into her cunt, pressing within her tender labia folds until she gasped in reluctant bliss.
*****

Julie knocked on the bedroom door.  "Sara, are you okay?"

"Yes, you can come back in now."

Julie turned the doorknob and walked back into the bedroom, which was now lit by several large red candles.  The wrinkled bed sheets had been straightened and smoothed down.  Sara was bent over her beauty table, looking into the mirror and applying a thick coat of wine-colored lipstick.

"Sara, what's wrong with you?" demanded Julie, her gaze taking in Sara's black thigh boots and matching corset.

"You said that you would help me, Julie.  I need you," smiled Sara, tossing her long, brown hair over her left shoulder, her right hand lowering to fondle her bare pussy.

"You're..you're crazy!  You finally went over the edge, just like the doctors said!" wept Julie as she backed away from her advancing sister.

"It's not me, it's this!" retorted Sara, raising her right arm, brandishing the Witchblade, the gauntlet glowing with malevolent life, tendrils tightening around the young woman's limb, slicing into her soft flesh.

"What is it?" grimaced Julie in disgust, her back pressed against the bedroom door.

"It's alive, it hungers," shivered Sara, caressing the sharp-edged glove with her left hand.  "I've tried to control it for a long time, but it keeps winning, it's too strong."

"Fight it, Sara!  Please, fight it!" sobbed Julie.

"I don't want to, not anymore.  It makes me feel so good, it'll make you feel good too," smiled Sara, standing close to her sister, pressing the Witchblade against the weeping girl's crotch.

The gems upon the Witchblade flashed.  Tendrils exploded from the gauntlet, ripping Julie's jeans apart, tearing away her black lace panties and slicing into her slim thighs.  Julie screamed, grabbing the thorny strands twitching between her legs, her palms cut open by the razor-sharp projections.

"Don't fight it," growled Sara, slamming her body over Julie's.  Tendrils slithered up Julie's stomach and sliced apart her blouse, a single cold strand wriggled between her quaking tits and snapped her black lace bra.  Sara grabbed her sister's freed breasts and tugged on them, moaning sensually as she licked the brown nipples to hardness.

"Stop," groaned Julie, her legs growing limp from the tendrils writhing against her pussy, touching and probing her pink hole.

Sucking on her sister's left breast, Sara cupped Julie's small buttocks and picked up the girl, carrying her across the bedroom and gently placing her upon the prepared bed.  The Witchblade's coils held Julie's thin legs, prying them open for Sara.  More coils slashed across Julie's belly, lightly scratching her flesh, droplets of blood lubricating the metallic tendrils.  Each shallow cut burned Julie's skin, an erotic, thrilling warmth that spread throughout the naked girl's limp body.

Licking Julie's stiff right nipple, Sara inserted two fingers of the Witchblade into her panting sister's pussy.  A tendril slithered around Julie's clit, pinching it as the two cold digits slipped deep into the girl's vagina, the metallic surface of the Witchblade forming bumps that rubbed and stimulated the slick pink walls of Julie's fuck tunnel, drawing a sharp moan of ecstasy from the prone girl.

"I told you it would make you feel good," breathed Sara against Julie's lips before she kissed her moaning sibling, her tongue thrusting into the sweating girl's yielding mouth.  Rubbing her own bare cunt up and down Julie's right thigh, Sara continued to finger her sister's wet slit, the Witchblade-clad digits growing inside Julie's cunt, throbbing with alien desire.  Julie rolled her pelvis, shoving her pussy onto Sara's stiff fingers, honey splashing from between her legs onto the sheets.  Sara leaned over her gasping sister, stroking the girl's hair, her lips tightening upon Julie's pert, erect nipple.  Julie felt the Witchblade fill her vagina, scratching, tasting her sex.  A small, hard tendril wandered into Julie's anus, wriggled into her rectum.  The sweating girl thrust faster with her curved hips, her hands clutching the damp sheets, her nipples aching sensually as her latex-garbed sister sucked and bit them.  A series of loud moans escaped Julie's quivering lips, she pushed up with her pelvis and buttocks, stabbing the Witchblade's probing fingers into her slick, melting cunt.
Julie screamed, tossing her head from side to side as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced swelled between her sticky thighs.  The Witchblade's tendrils stabbed into Julie's inner thighs and crotch, feeding upon the girl's overwhelming orgasm.  Numbness spread from the places where the Witchblade pierced Julie's flesh, she whimpered, her body twitching gently as the alien artifact drained her, drinking the ecstasy that had blossomed from her gleaming pussy.

Sara collapsed next to Julie, sweat sliding down her cleavage, her eyes closed, her mouth trembling.  Julie felt her consciousness beginning to slip away, her last sensation was of the Witchblade's tendrils tugging out of her thighs and pussy, wet with her blood and nectar.
*****