The gems embedded within the Witchblade burned with a soft, pulsing light, relishing the last vestiges of arousal that warmed Sara Pezzini's bare pussy.  Sara raised her tear-streaked face and stared hatefully at the artifact entwined around her slender right wrist, the curved, sharp barbs buried within her flesh, tainting her body with its alien presence.  Wiping her flushed cheeks with the back of a trembling hand, Sara bent over double and picked up her discarded panties and dress.  Sara stretched out her long, golden-brown legs and slipped the white cotton undergarment up over her thighs, settling it upon her rounded hips. She adjusted the panties to fully cover her damp cunt
before she stood up, held out her red latex mini-dress, and stepped inside it.  The gleaming ruby latex hugged Sara's alluring hips as she slipped the dress up her torso, thrusting her arms through the shoulder straps.  Sara fastened the latex collar around her neck, then ran her fingers through her long, glistening, brown hair, letting it fall across her shoulders and down her back.  She smoothed down the tiny skirt so it covered the tops of her thighs before sitting down briefly on the sweat- soaked mattress to tug on her red latex boots.  Zipping up the side of each boot, Sara quickly escaped out of the hotel room, sucking in deep lung fulls of fresh air.  Sara strode out of the hotel, doing her best to banish the memories of what had just happened.

Sara couldn't get out of bed the next morning.  After quickly calling the station and reporting that she was sick, Sara slammed down the phone receiver and rested on her back, sheets covering her to her chin, arms folded underneath her hair.  She needed to talk to someone, someone who would sympathize and understand what she had endured.  She could think of only one person,
her younger sister Julie.
*****

Julie still worked at Video Fantasies, posing and engaging in other "activities" while a camera filmed her and transmitted the feed onto the Internet where viewers could tell her what to do for a fee.  Sara walked uneasily down a narrow hallway, keeping her eyes away from the open doorways, but still catching glimpses of things she would normally arrest people for if she were on duty.  The Witchblade slithered across Sara's wrist, stimulated by the erotic sights, its metal barbs digging deep into Sara's skin.  Sara bit her lower lip, reaching the end of the hallway and entering a door to the left.  She emerged into a small set, with Julie stretched out on a white four-poster bed, posing in a frilly white lace teddy with matching garters and hose.  To Sara's right was a running video camera set upon a tripod, a cable stretching from the back of the camera to a port within a PC.
Text appeared in large letters on the computer's monitor, instructions to Julie telling her how her customer wanted her to pose.

"Thought you said you'd never come back here," grinned Julie, fluffing out her hair with her hands while thrusting out her breasts toward the camera.

"I need to talk to you.  I..had a bad time last night," whispered Sara, shame burning upon her downcast face.

"My shift ends in twenty minutes.  I'll take you out for some coffee and you can tell me all about it."

"Okay," nodded Sara, backing out of the studio and closing the door.  She leaned against a wall, hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket, closing her eyes tight as she picked up the moans and grunts coming from the other studios.

"Please..don't," begged Sara, tears welling underneath her eyes as the Witchblade writhed up her arm, tendrils bulging beneath the sleeve of her jacket.

Sara grasped her arm, holding it still while stumbling down the hall, looking for an empty studio.  Finding one that appeared dark and empty, Sara burst in and shoved the door shut behind her.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed a young woman clothed in a black rubber corset and high boots.  She was outstretched upon her back, legs wide apart, baring her shaved pussy to a watching camera.  The girl's red hair was gathered in a ponytail, silver rings gleamed in each pink nipple and in her swollen clit.  The left arm of the girl was handcuffed to the metal headboard of the large, black-silk sheeted bed.

"Get out!  Get out of here!" snarled Sara, her arm shuddering.

"This is my station!  Get your own fucking room!"

The sound of ripping clothing filled the room.  Sara fell back against a wall, the Witchblade spreading across her naked body, cupping her panting tits, melting between her thighs.  Barbs cris- crossed Sara's beautiful face, she could feel the metal thorns pierce her temples, driving into her brain.  Memories flooded Sara's mind, images of sex playing over and over until the young woman thought she would go insane.  Consciousness slipped away, replaced by the Witchblade's dark hunger.

The young diva screamed, tugging on her handcuffed wrist, grasping across the slick sheets for the key.  Sara smiled, her eyes rolled back into her skull, drool trickling down her chin.  She stumbled towards the bed and the girl, tendrils of the Witchblade slithering in the air around her, gleaming wetly in the dim light.

"No!  Stay away from me!" sobbed the girl, her pink breasts shuddering as Sara climbed onto the bed and reached out with metal-gloved hands.

Sara knelt between the girl's outspread legs, tendrils snaking out to wrap around the young woman's tight rubber boots.  The girl moaned when the sharp tendrils reached her bare upper thighs and stabbed into her soft, milky white flesh, drawing droplets of bright red blood that slid down her slim legs.  Tendrils continued to move up the trapped girl's body, wrapping tightly around her thin waist, crossing her clenched belly to encircle her firm, luscious tits.  The girl twitched within her bonds, her eyes wide with terror as she watched Sara lower her thorn-covered face towards the inviting pussy before her.  Sara opened her mouth wide and licked the bound girl's clit, making the young woman quiver sharply.  Pressing gloved palms against the girl's open thighs, Sara licked her pussy up and down, dragging a tongue across the girl's slit, enjoying the taste of her soft labia.  The rubber-garbed girl moaned louder, biting her lip to stifle her cries, sweat beading her smooth, pale forehead.  Sara pushed her mouth against the girl's cunt, sucking on the diva's clitoris, her tongue thrusting deep into the bound girl's hole.  The red-haired girl began panting, she pushed forward with her buttocks and hips, grinding her pussy on Sara's slurping mouth.  Sara tightly squeezed the girl's small ass, her tongue stroking the slut's moist cunnie, honey glistening on her barbed cheeks.

Sara knelt up and crawled over the diva's prone body.  She rubbed her crotch over each of the red-maned girl's tits, the rings fastened to the nipples digging gently into Sara's wet snatch.  Sara straddled the handcuffed girl's face and lowered her dripping pussy onto the young woman's gasping mouth.  The bound girl massaged Sara's pussy with her tongue, her lips squeezing Sara's aching clit.  Sara held the girl's slurping head with both hands, humping the slut's face, cum splattering over her shivering thighs.  The Witchblade constricted around Sara's body, barbs impaled her skin, tendrils pulsed with obscene pleasure.  Incredible heat flowed through Sara's veins, she quaked in ecstasy as the bound diva nuzzled inside her pussy, tongue exploring her wide hole, lips caressing and stroking the folds of her sex.  The possessed Sara closed her eyes and moaned deeply, her expression rapturous as an orgasm tore through her frame.

Sara collapsed across the bed, the Witchblade retracting back into the shape of a simple bracelet around the young woman's graceful wrist.  Awareness returned, Sara groaned in pain from the many cuts covering her nude body.  Blinking drowsiness from her eyes, Sara gasped when she noticed the sweating girl handcuffed to the bed, the woman regarding her with both fear and adoration.

"Sara!  I'm ready!" called out Julie, peeking into the dim room and gasping when she found her sister naked with one of her co-workers.

"Help me," wept Sara, shudders of grief and loathing overtaking her as she covered her face with her hands.
*****