Sara Pezzini held her pistol firmly in both hands, sliding her back along the wall of the peeling hallway.  Sara could hear the angry pimp's voice through the thin wall, followed by a loud slap of flesh against flesh.  Gritting her teeth in anger, Sara moved quickly to the door, turning to face it before she smashed the portal open with her right sneaker.

"Police!  Freeze!" shouted Sara, leveling her snub-nosed pistol at the astonished pimp.

"Fucking bitch!" spat the pimp, drawing a .45 from his belt.

Sara fired her gun, the pistol blast roaring through the small living room as a bullet slapped into the pimp's thin chest.  The skinny man flopped onto his back, blood staining his torn white t- shirt.

Sara quickly searched the rest of the apartment, the pimp's victim crying on her knees the entire time.  Sara used the phone to call for an ambulance before kneeling next to the sobbing whore.

"It's okay, you're safe now," whispered Sara, stroking the weeping girl's back.

The blonde hooker hugged herself against Sara, wrapping her thin, bruised arms around Sara's waist.  Sara tentatively held the girl, murmuring soothingly the entire time.  Sara glanced at the Witchblade entwined around her right wrist when it twitched briefly.  She watched in alarm when the Witchblade extended a slender, barbed probe and slipped it up the crying whore's left arm to her temple.  The razor-sharp head of the tendril burrowed into the whore's skin, sliding inside the gasping girl's brain.

Sara shivered, linked with the Witchblade as it sifted through the young hooker's memories.  Sara was the blonde hooker, turning tricks, sucking strange men's cocks, taking it in every orifice over and over.  The gems embedded within the Witchblade glowed brightly with excitement, absorbing every drop of fear and humiliation the whore had ever experienced.

"Stop it!" groaned Sara, pushing the unconscious girl away, squeezing her eyes shut in a vain effort to stop the horrible images flashing through her mind.

Sara was the whore while men bound her wrists in leather restraints, stretching her arms above her head as another man whipped her naked body, the lash searing across Sara's perspiring skin.

Sara knelt on a cold concrete floor, blindfolded and handcuffed, as two men fucked her pussy and mouth.

Sara lay on her back upon a huge, silk-sheeted bed, her wrists bound to the headboard while two young high school girls with small bare breasts and pleated plaid skirts sucked on her breasts and fondled her moist cunt with small, delicate fingers.

"STOP IT!" screamed Sara, grasping the barbed tendril, sharp thorns biting into her palms as she yanked the probe out of the slack whore's temple.

Sara lay on the thin, stained carpet of the apartment, sweating heavily, her lungs aching for air.
 

Sara walked through the front door of her apartment, flicking on the interior lights without thinking about it.  She kicked the door shut, shrugging out of her leather jacket and tossing it over the back of her couch.  She walked into the small kitchen, opening the refrigerator to take out a cold beer.  Sara twisted off the lid, tilted the bottle, and gulped down the beverage.  Licking her wet lips, Sara walked to her bedroom, taking occasional sips along the way.  The lovely young woman sat on the edge of her bed, removing her shoulder holster before unbuttoning and removing her blue blouse.  She tugged off her slender black jeans, then reached behind her back to unclasp her white bra.  Dressed only in white cotton panties, Sara fell back onto her soft mattress, allowing her body to relax while she stared vacantly at the ceiling.

Sara was considering getting up to turn off the bedroom light when the Witchblade moved.
Tendrils slithered from the gauntlet, coldly caressing Sara's skin as they spread out over her.  Sara concentrated, willing the Witchblade to obey her.  The Witchblade ignored her commands, it enfolded her breasts with sharp feelers, the metal barbs slicing into Sarah's warm flesh.

"No," moaned Sara, rolling onto her left side while tendrils entwined around her long, sleek legs.  A gleaming limb wrapped around Sara's throat, its barbs cutting lightly into her neck.

Sara felt the immensely thick tendril that pressed itself between her bleeding thighs.  The cold head of the probe slipped inside Sara's cunt, wriggling deep into her vagina.  Another bulbous tendril head rubbed against Sara's lower lip before plunging into her gasping mouth.

Sara rolled onto her back, her arms bound together against her stomach by writhing, jagged limbs.  The naked young woman arched her back as the tendril inside her pussy stabbed deep into her belly, her screams muffled by the matching tendril filling her throat.  The tendril in Sara's cunt pumped like a striking serpent, nuzzling inside her warm, tight vagina.  The Witchblade filled Sara's anguished mind with memories stolen from the whore.  She was the slut eagerly sucking men's cocks, she was the one screaming in ecstasy while a stranger fucked her in the ass.  Sara drooled around the tendril squirming between her lips, her hips shuddered while the Witchblade fucked her pussy, her crotch melting from each thrust of the barbed limb's head.

The Witchblade fucked Sara all night.  It brought her to orgasm remorselessly, never stopping, never giving the young woman a chance to rest, flashing the whore's memories inside Sara's mind in a disorienting blur until she could no longer distinguish her memories from the hooker's.
 

Charlie walked cautiously down the sidewalk, watching for muggers while he made his way home after dark.  He stopped at an intersection to check for passing cars when the woman approached him.

"Want a date?" purred the young woman, her slim body encased in skin-tight red latex.  The woman's long, brown hair was slicked back against her skull, her eyes concealed by dark sunglasses.

Charlie's mouth hung open, his eyes riveted to the woman's exposed cleavage.

The young woman stumbled, falling against Charlie.  He held tightly to the woman, her musky scent filling his nostrils, her skin hot and silky beneath his fingers.  Charlie noticed a strange bracelet on the woman's right wrist, it seemed to be embedded in her skin, bleeding lightly.

"Do you want me?" murmured the woman, looking up at Charlie, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"Hell, yes!" grinned Charlie.
*****
 

Charlie placed his hands on the woman's shoulders, dragging away the straps of her dress.
The whore pressed her hands over Charlie's crotch, rubbing her palms over his hardening cock.

"What's your name, honey?" asked Charlie before he licked the woman's smooth left shoulder.

"Sara," smiled the woman, gently squeezing Charlie's prick.

Charlie pulled down Sara's red dress, kissing her bare shoulder blades and spine.  Sara's flesh was delicious, flavored with the salty droplets of her perspiration.  Charlie pushed down on Sara's back, making her bend over, her taut ass thrusting towards him.  He knelt down, his face level with Sara's curvaceous buttocks.  Charlie opened Sara's crack with his hands, leaning forward to lick her trembling pussy with his tongue.

"Ummm, yes," moaned Sara with a smile, rubbing her ass up and down Charlie's face.  She fondled her own tits, pinching her brown nipples to hardness while Charlie slurped on her cunt, his tongue caressing the edges of her slit.  Sara rested her arms on the hotel room's bed, her breasts jiggling as she thrust her crotch onto Charlie's mouth.  Charlie sucked loudly on her pussy, her nectar dribbling down his stubbly chin.

"You make my pussy so hot!" groaned Sara, licking her shivering lips, her cunt on fire as Charlie gently chewed on her throbbing clit.  Pussy juices flowed down Sara's legs while Charlie buried his mouth within her vagina, exploring her hole with his wet tongue.

Charlie pulled away from Sara's beautiful ass, standing up to unbuckle his jeans.  Sara threw away her sunglasses, caressing her sweat-glistening breasts with her slim fingers as she turned to watch Charlie undress.  Charlie grasped his rock-hard cock, stroking it in front of the young woman.

"Suck it, slut!" ordered Charlie.

Sara obeyed, leaning forward to take Charlie's dick with her left hand.  She pressed her lips against the engorged head, kissing it first, then letting it slip between her warm, sensual lips.  Charlie moaned, sliding his hands into Sara's slick brown hair while she sucked wetly on his member, her cheeks clenched as she drew the man's meat deep into her throat.

"That's it!  That's it, bitch!" growled Charlie, pushing Sara's head onto his cock, her mouth hot and moist around his pole.

Charlie slowly withdrew his shaft from Sara's mouth.  Sara looked up submissively at Charlie, a trail of white milk sliding down from the left side of her lips.

"Fuck me!" demanded Sara, her eyes glazed with lust.

Charlie seized Sara by the shoulders and pulled her roughly to her feet.  He pushed her onto the bed, falling heavily on top of her.  He knocked her legs open with his knees, then rammed his cock violently into her pussy.  Sara moaned loudly, wrapping her bare arms around Charlie's thick neck.  Charlie wetly licked Sara's throat, pumping sharply into her, filling her cunt with his thick meat shaft.

"You like that?  You like that, bitch?" snarled Charlie, yanking back on Sara's hair.

"Yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!" screamed Sara, her thighs squeezing Charlie's hairy legs, her hips bucking as she thrust forward onto her lover's cock.

"Horny little slut," drooled Charlie, kissing Sara's mouth, violently tonguing down her throat while he pumped into her cunt, his crotch slapping loudly over hers.

Charlie thrust down into Sara repeatedly, the cheap mattress of the bed squeaking shrilly, filling the whole room with the shriek of tortured metal springs.  Sara arched her back, her tits shaking, her mouth wide open and gasping as Charlie's stiff penis stroked the moist walls of her contracting vagina.  With an ear-splitting scream, Sara orgasmed, her flat belly clenching with uncontrollable spasms.  Charlie removed his shuddering cock from Sara's pussy.  He grabbed her by the right shoulder, sitting her up on the bed so he could shoot his load on her.  The muscular man squirted his cream across Sara's glistening tits and face, thick rivulets sliding down the young woman's bare torso.  Sara bent forward at the waist, licking goo from Charlie's sore cock, her tongue eagerly gathering each fat drop of cum.

"Not bad for a whore," grinned Charlie, tossing a twenty at Sara before leaving the sex- reeking hotel room.

Sara sat motionless on the bed, then blinked her eyes rapidly.

"What the hell?" groaned the naked woman, wiping at the semen drying on her sweaty skin.

"It was you!" snarled Sara, tugging at the Witchblade fastened to her slim wrist.

Unable to remove the hated artifact, the fingers of her left hand bleeding from the Witchblade's barbs, Sara collapsed on her belly upon the bed, sobbing with despair, her cunt aching and still wet with her juices.

The End.