GEN¹³: INFERNAL SEDUCTIONS

Caitlin, Roxy, and Sarah emerged from the air terminal into the bright, hot, New Mexico daylight. Sarah smiled with pleasure as she spread out her dusky arms, relishing the feel of the burning sun on her skin.

"Ugh! This is worse than South America!" complained Roxy as she waved ineffectually at her sweating face.

"At least we're free now," replied Caitlin as she shaded her green eyes with her right hand, searching the sweltering drive for a taxi.

"Some freedom. Mr. Lynch is dead; Grunge and Bobby are toast, and the House is a pile of toothpicks," muttered Roxy darkly.

"And all because you had to go out scoping for guys," retorted Sarah.

"Hey! Don't blame this shit on me! It was that Ivana bitch who screwed with my head," spat Roxy in self-defense.

"Who would have thought there was a brain to wash in that vacuum head of yours," smiled Sarah maliciously.

"You want a piece of me? Miss 'I'm helpless! Please save me'," mocked Roxy.

"That's it! You little cunt!" snarled Sarah as she drew back her right hand in a fist.

"Will you two stop? I see a taxi," said Caitlin as she waved her hand for attention, her large breasts jiggling with each of her short hops.

Sarah and Roxy glared at each other venomously as the yellow taxi drove up beside the trio.

"You need a ride?" asked the scruffy cabby as he stared at Caitlin's full tits.

"Yes. Please take us into town," replied Cat before she opened the back door and slid inside, followed by Sarah and Rox.

The cabby grinned cheerfully as he snuck a look at the three beautiful young women from his rear view mirror, then slid the cab into a light stream of traffic. Caitlin gazed vacantly at the skyline of Deming while Roxy fluttered the front of her black bodysuit.

"This thing's like an oven," whined Rox as sweat drenched her skintight costume.

"You should have changed into something cooler," replied Sarah as she lounged back in jean shorts, a thin white cut-off, and a black lace bra that barely hung by one strap.

"Yeah," retorted Roxy as she glanced at Sarah in disgust. "Why don't you just put on that black teddy and stockings that you wore when we were captured by that little pervert kid."

"At least I didn't follow him around like a love-sick puppy," spat Sarah sharply.

The argument wore on, Caitlin oblivious to the noise as she remembered her last moments with John Lynch, how he finally made love to her, held her, caressed her naked skin with his strong hands. Cat's pussy began to grow wet as she blushed faintly, her eyes glazed as she stared out into the bright landscape. The cab entered Deming proper, halting when it reached the local Holiday Inn. Caitlin paid the cabby from her credstick, then walked towards the hotel, trailed by her two sulking friends. Cat rented three single bedrooms, then handed out the plastic keycards.

"I'm going to take a long shower then get some sleep. You two do whatever you want, just try to stay out of trouble, okay?"

"Sure, Cat," grinned Roxy innocently. "I'm going into town to buy some new clothes."

"Want some help scrubbing your front, Cat?" inquired Sarah with a wicked grin.

"Scrub your own front," retorted Caitlin before she spun away for her room.

"I wonder what slid up Cat's butt," asked Sarah thoughtfully.

"Your finger?" replied Roxy sarcastically.

"Get out of here," shot back Sarah as she swayed to her own bedroom.

"Bitch," mumbled Roxy while she exited the hotel then began walking towards the downtown shop district. The afternoon passed slowly as the sunlight beat against Roxanne, making her bleary-eyed with fatigue as rivers of sweat clung to her clothing, framing every contour of her petite, shapely physique. Roxy finally found a woman's clothing shop, staggering inside and gasping with relief as the air-conditioning washed over her.

"May I help you, Miss?" inquired a tall blonde woman as she glanced disdainfully at Roxanne's soiled garb.

"Yeah, I want something cool to wear in this inferno," panted Roxy as she brushed sweat-slick pink bangs away from her large eyes.

"We have a wide selection of garments that are very comfortable in this hot weather," replied the saleswoman as she ushered Roxy towards the racks of clothing deeper within the shop.

Roxanne left the store an hour later wearing tight red short shorts, a latex red bikini top, and stiletto-heeled kneeboots. A black collar completed the outfit, a round choke-ring dangling against her sternum. Roxy finished applying a thick coat of black lipstick to her sensuous lips, then smacked her mouth shut to smooth out the application. Men in passing cars hooted at Roxy as she strode down the street carrying two bags of additional clothing, they asked for blowjobs or requested that she bend down so they could admire her tight ass. Roxy smiled at the foolish men, blowing them kisses or occasionally cupping one of her small breasts. As the sun descended below the horizon, Roxy stopped at a bar, crossing her bare legs over a stool until an admiring man bought her a beer. Roxy played the patrons of the bar like a pro, flirting with them, dancing lewdly with a guy when he asked, drinking beer after beer until her head was pleasantly fuzzy.

Caitlin lay upon her bed, her shoulder-length red hair still damp from her shower as she stared up into the ceiling and cried silently. A soft knock stirred Cat from her revelry, forcing her to don a towel around her torso as she walked to the door and pulled it open.

"Hi. I thought we could talk for a while, I'm not very sleepy," said Sarah as she smiled softly.

"Okay, just don't try to hit on me, I'm not in the mood tonight," replied Caitlin as she moved away from the door, allowing the attractive Indian to enter.

"What's wrong, Cat?" asked Sarah as she sat next to Caitlin on the bed. "You've been out of it since we left South America."

"I'm just tired. Tired of running all the time, tired of being captured and experimented on like a lab rat," said Caitlin quietly as she stared down at the carpet.

"It'll be alright, we're home now, in the US. We've got plenty of credits thanks to Mr. Lynch, we'll get by," soothed Sarah as she wrapped her left arm around Caitlin's bare shoulders.

"God, Sarah. I miss him, I miss him so much," sobbed Caitlin as she leaned against Sarah, tears pouring hotly from her eyes as she allowed her grief to overwhelm her.

"I know, I miss Mr. Lynch too," whispered Sarah into Cat's ear as she nuzzled the girl's red hair.

"It's different for me, I loved him. I loved him more than anything," groaned Caitlin while her eyes burned with pain.

Sarah didn't reply, she just held Cat, lending the girl strength until her tears stopped and her sobs faded away. As Caitlin looked up to smile gratefully at Sarah, the window to the bedroom shattered, disgorging two lithe women dressed in short, black shifts and wielding shining blades.

"Ah, no, not the Coda again," sighed Sarah as she stood up, lightning flaring along her fingers.

"Surrender or endure pain, your choice," declared the slim, blonde Coda as she pointed her sword at Caitlin.

Caitlin said nothing, but leapt forward, grabbing the brunette Coda's arm and slamming her into a wall. As the blonde moved to attack Cat, Sarah unleashed her lightning, engulfing the amazon and propelling her out through the shattered window. The brunette Coda kicked Caitlin in the face, then punched her in the belly. The force of the blow forced Cat to bend forward, where the Coda slammed her joined fists into Cat's chin. Caitlin hurled backwards, falling onto the carpet and laying stunned as the Coda retrieved her blade, then brandished it before Sarah.

"You're out of your league, little girl," said Sarah smugly as she launched more lightning at the Coda swordswoman. The female jumped over the lightning bolt, then hurled down into Sarah's chest, sending the Indian flying into the opposite wall. Leaning against the wall with her head buzzing, Sarah was too slow when the Coda rapid-punched her in the face and stomach, forcing her to the floor where she lay unconscious. The blonde Coda staggered back into the room, her skin smoking from Sarah's assault.

"Prepare them while I call the transport," ordered the golden-maned Coda as she reached into her belt for her commlink.

Roxy giggled uncontrollably as a beer-reeking man slid his hand up her thigh, his eyes locked upon the cleavage of her small top. The short girl pushed the groping bar patron away, then staggered to her feet, her legs shaking as she bent down to pick up her bags. Stumbling ungracefully across the liquor-stained floor, Roxy left the smoke-filled bar, then leaned weakly against the outer wall of the building, allowing the cool desert air to wash over her slim body. Catching her breath, Roxanne staggered down the sidewalk towards the hotel, her mind fuzzy with liquor and tobacco. Walking unsteadily, Roxy stopped when she heard noises coming from a nearby alley. Standing near the lip of the alleyway, Rox peered into the dimly-lit gloom, discovering two men around a lovely, red-haired woman.

"Kneel down and suck on it, whore," shouted one tall man as he pushed the redhead to her knees while he unzipped his jeans.

"Please, I thought we were going to a club," pleaded the woman as she looked up imploringly at the tall man.

"Naw, bitch, I just said that to get you interested. You're going to fuck me and my friend here, or we cut your throat and leave you with the rest of the garbage." The man laughed before he slapped the woman across the face, then yanked painfully on her long hair, making her wince before he pushed his cock into her mouth. The shorter man knelt behind the woman, raising up her short, black dress, then pulling down her g-string panties. The woman moaned in protest as the short man fondled her round ass, running his hands across her smooth buttocks, then probing her crack with three long fingers. The tall man held two tufts of the redhead's hair, pulling on them like reins as he thrust his cock deeper into the crying woman's mouth. The female groaned loudly as she was forced to take her date's rod into her throat, her red, painted lips caressing the engorged fuckpole as it slid obscenely in and out of her orifice. The short man bent down low to press his face into the pretty woman's ass, extending his tongue over her pussy, licking her labia and clit until they glistened with saliva and honey.

Roxy panted softly, her eyes wide with fascination as she watched the woman being ravished by the two strong men. She lowered her bags to the ground, freeing her right hand so she could slide it into her tight shorts and fondle her moist cunt.

The tall man removed his cock long enough to rub it lewdly across the kneeling woman's nose and lips, a trickle of pre-cum staining her cheeks and chin as the man rammed his tool back into her throat, filling her mouth with slick, throbbing meat. The short man pulled away from the redhead's ass, his mouth dripping with her fluids as he raised up her buttocks, then freed his own cock, rubbing it against her cunt before shoving it inside. The woman moaned loudly, her gray eyes wide with terror and loathing as she felt the short man thrust his rod into her belly, her vagina closing around the shaft like a ravenous vice. Both men thrust out their crotches erotically, invading the kneeling woman's mouth and pussy again and again. Roxy leaned against the mouth of the alley, her legs weak as she rubbed her cunt energetically, sliding two slim fingers into her soaking slit.

Lost in ecstasy, no one noticed when the redhead's eyes began to glow with a hot, red light. The woman growled huskily as she sucked wantonly on the tall man's cock, her lips curling into a smile before she bit down, severing the man's prick like a pair of scissors. The tall man howled in agony as he clutched his bleeding crotch. The short man gaped in shock, his cock still inside the woman's cunt as she turned around and pushed him away. The short man smacked into a wall of the alley, sliding in a daze to the ground as the redhead stood up slowly, then stretched out her arms. Flesh tore wetly as two reptilian wings sprouted from the woman's back, extending to fill the width of the alley. Fangs extruded from the female's jaw, while two delicate, spiraling horns shot out from the top of her head. A red, pointed tail slid out of the nearly-naked woman's ass, lashing out to wrap around the neck of the stunned, short man.

Roxy stared in dumb amazement as the succubus grabbed the tall man by his shirt, then crushed her red lips against his mouth. The man struggled vainly in the succubus' unbreakable grip as she sucked the life from his body, the flesh growing wilted and blue with death as the woman feasted on his life force. When the man's body was a wrinkled husk, the seductively beautiful succubus tossed him away like an empty paper cup, then pulled the sobbing short man towards her with her agile tail.

"Please, don't kill me!" begged the short man pathetically. "He made me do it. He said you liked it rough."

"Oh, I do, lover," replied the succubus with a lustful smile. "It makes me so horny!"

The small man began to scream before the woman covered his open mouth with her own. The man struggled like a caught fish, his limbs quivering and chaotic as the succubus drained his life, savored it as a rich wine. When the second man was dead, the woman dropped him to the ground, then looked up to see Roxy staring at her, the girl's eyes wide and frightened like a doe's.

"Ah, the Gen-active girl. My master is looking for you," grinned the succubus as she locked gazes with Roxanne, the woman's eyes red-black, beguiling, entrancing.

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A set of polished, double doors opened, admitting a slim Hispanic woman in a tight red dress as she led a silent, brooding man into the private office of Miguel Santiago, the CEO of Aztechnology. The attractive secretary motioned towards a cushioned leather chair in front of Santiago's desk, then waited patiently for her employer's orders.

"Hello, I'm glad that you came. Would you like anything? Coffee, juice?" asked Santiago politely.

"No. Thank you," replied John Lynch tersely.

"That will be all then. You may leave, dear," said the executive as he smiled warmly at the young woman. After the secretary closed the doors after herself, Miguel leaned back in his chair, watching Lynch closely.

"I see that the operation was a success, very few cybernetic prosthetics were necessary," began Santiago.

"Your personnel were very quick to recover us after the fight," commented John.

"Well, I had an arrangement with Ms. Baiul. Unfortunately she couldn't deliver what she promised, I'm hoping that you will do better," smiled Miguel.

"Why should I help you kidnap my own wards?" snarled John angrily.

"For one, the implant in your skull. With the flick of a switch I can reduce your brain to a cloud of vapor. More important to you, if I send Ivana after the girls again, they may not make it back in one piece. Ivana can be very vindictive, as I'm sure you know from personal experience. If you agree, I will place you in charge of the recovery operation. You will be able to keep them safe on the journey back here, you can watch over them. I promise you, I do not intend to kill or mutilate the young women in any way, I just require a little more study of their physiology, to isolate their gen-factor," soothed Miguel.

"Study me if you want the gen-factor. Dissect me if you want, just leave my girls alone," offered Lynch.

"I'm touched by your devotion to your girls, but you are not enough. I require young gen-actives for my research, plus your charges seem unusually gifted, even more than most enhanced beings. If I can duplicate their gene-patterns, I can create a race of supermen, the ultimate servants of mankind."

"Or the ultimate enforcers," replied John with a sly grin.

"Perhaps," said Miguel smugly. "Will you lead the recovery team?"

"Yes, I will," answered Lynch without hesitation.

The tall, blue-skinned man sat languidly on his throne, watching the unconscious girls with hot, absorbing black eyes. He idly stroked one of the small, white horns on his head as the succubus stood next to him, gazing at her lord with fervent devotion.

"Did you have any trouble getting the short one, Xanna?" asked the demon lord cooly.

"None, my lord," replied Xanna quickly. "She practically walked into my waiting arms."

"Humph! A weak mind," sniffed the demon with disdain. "Perhaps I shall dispose of her."

"Let me have her, Lord. I could use her in some interesting diversions," smiled the succubus as she licked her fangs with a wet tongue.

"We'll see," replied the demon while Caitlin moaned weakly and raised herself up with her arms.

Coda warriors surrounded the three girls, brandishing swords, spears and other melee weapons as they frowned at their prisoners. Caitlin shook her head to clear the fuzziness from her brain, then took in the stark surroundings about her. She lay within a monolithic chamber hewn out of rock. The chamber was circular, lit up by braziers and flaming torches set in iron wall sconces. The tall redhead looked up towards a dais against the far wall where a demonic man and a bat-winged woman stared down at her.

"Who are you?" asked Caitlin as she staggered to her feet.

"Asmodeus. Prince of the Ninth Plane of Hell," replied the man with a nod of his horned head.

"What are you doing so far from home?" inquired Cat with a wry look.

"A breech in the dimensional wall appeared. I took the opportunity to travel here and partake of the pleasures of Earth," said the demon lord as he motioned towards the scantily-clad, voluptuous Coda.

"Why capture the three of us?"

"I sensed your power, your life force. It smells like the sweetest wine to me, like the richest food. I had to sample it," replied Asmodeus with an expression of rapture.

"I don't think so, demon," frowned Caitlin before she bent down and tried to wake up Sarah and Roxy.

"But you don't even know what I can offer you," whispered Asmodeus as he leaned close from behind Cat, his black/purple robes sliding against the girl's naked flesh. Caitlin gasped in surprise, spinning to face the smiling demon.

"I can offer you pleasures beyond your imagination, I can make your dreams come true," said Asmodeus softly as he extended his arms, imploring Caitlin to grasp them. The lights within the chamber began to fade, as did the forms of the Coda and Cat's friends. Caitlin stood alone with Asmodeus in a sea of never-ending blackness, the demon drawing her gaze like a moth to a bright flame.

"Isn't there anything...that you want," asked Asmodeus huskily.

"Not from you," retorted Caitlin as she closed her arms together, shielding her breasts from the demon's avaricious stare.

"Ah, but there is," smiled Asmodeus as he drew closer to Caitlin. "I can smell your desire."

Caitlin blinked her green eyes, turning her head to either side as humid jungle surrounded her body. The sky was clear and dark, stars winked cheerfully down from the heavens as Cat stood near the edge of a clear, cool lake. Her naked flesh dripping with sweat, Caitlin dived into the water, allowing the cool liquid to wash her skin and relax her stressed muscles. She floated on the small waves, kicking her long, firm legs as she stretched out her arms and let the water slide across her large, creamy breasts. A shadowy form drew closer to Cat, swimming smoothly beneath the surface of the lake before breaking free, drenching the nude girl in a rain of moisture. Caitlin laughed happily, her smile wide and carefree as she gazed at John Lynch lovingly. The older man smiled at Cat, floating next to her, wrapping her body with his strong, lithe arms. Caitlin kissed John passionately, her mouth desperate for Lynch's lips as she pressed her shapely form against her mentor's nude body.

"You're too much for me," chuckled John as he broke Caitlin's kiss, caressing her hair and cheek with his left hand.

"I love you, Mr. Lynch," said Caitlin softly.

"And I love you too, Caitlin," declared John before he kissed her, his arms tight as they hugged her waist.

The couple swan for hours, teasing each other, caressing and touching each other's bodies as they swam by. Caitlin felt her love for John swell her heart, it filled her lungs with molten fire, the fire of limitless passion. Finally, John swam to the shore, collapsing into the soft sand and panting softly for breath. Caitlin rose from the glistening water like a mythical goddess, her nude body dripping and seductive as she moved to sit next to her lover. The couple sat silently, watching the stars and listening to the mating calls of the small animals that lived within the jungle. Caitlin turned to look at her love, then bent down, placing her head over John's crotch. John gasped as Caitlin took his cock into her mouth, her tongue licking the head, wrapping around it like an amorous snake. Lynch slid his right hand into Caitlin's hair as her head bobbed up and down, her lips caressing the shaft of John's member as she slid it deeply into her warm throat. John panted for air, his legs rigid as he thrust his tool into Cat's willing mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, making it throb with lust as it grew harder from her attentions. Caitlin ran her mouth along the sides of John's pole, her lips coating his prick with saliva as she slid down the shaft, then rubbed her nose in his pubic hair, placing his balls inside her hot orifice.

"Oh, god," moaned John as his cock became engorged and hard as rock, Caitlin continuing to suck loudly on his testicles until he felt an orgasm building within him.

"Oh, no, you don't," grinned Cat as she rose from John's crotch, her chin stained with saliva. "You're not shooting your load just yet."

The naked girl turned around, offering her tight ass for John to caress and play with. Lynch pressed his hands against Caitlin's upraised buttocks, fondling her smooth flesh, feeling the sensual warmth of her skin. John lowered his face into Caitlin's pussy, nuzzling her cunt with his mouth, sliding his tongue deep into her twitching vagina. Caitlin groaned with pleasure, pressing her ass even more firmly against John's lapping face. Lynch squeezed Cat's buttocks tightly as he buried his mouth in her moist slit, his tongue caressing the inside of her womb, making her shudder with ecstasy. Caitlin's elbows dug far into the sand, she rested her chin on one hand while she bit the fingers of her right hand to stifle her moans of lust. John backed away from Cat's pussy, then pushed his cock slowly inside, filling her vagina with his engorged fuckpole.

"Yes! Fuck me!" begged Caitlin as she placed both hands into the sand, her tits jiggling with each erotic impact of her cunt and John's cock. Lynch grunted as he rammed his rod into Caitlin's slit, her pussy sucking on his shaft as he thrust it deep into her warm belly. The naked couple moaned and panted like sex-starved animals, their dripping bodies an orchestra of writhing muscle and flesh as John fucked Caitlin's ass, impaling her cunt with his tool. Lynch grabbed Caitlin's right shoulder, pulling her up, then turning her head so he could kiss her hotly, their tongues entwining as he continued thrusting into her quivering pussy.

"Ughh, I'm going to cum!" panted Caitlin as she fell limp against John's chest, her tits heaving as she shuddered in the throes of orgasm. Lynch hugged her firmly against his flat torso, his cock pounding into her cunt as they orgasmed together, John's member flooding Caitlin's womb with sticky cream.

Lynch fell back into the giving sand, holding Caitlin within his arms, kissing the back of her neck affectionately as she smiled with satisfaction and surrendered her body to her lover's embrace.

Asmodeus smiled victoriously as he watched Caitlin writhe on the floor, her face smiling and happy as she lay within her dream.

"Got you," crowed the demon as he admired the redhead's long, bare legs and round ass. "Now to gather in your lovely friends as well."

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Roxy scowled darkly as two Coda warriors escorted her to the dungeon block of Asmodeus' fortress. Reaching a lone, iron door, a blonde Coda opened the portal with a key, then pushed Roxy inside. The cell was dark and humid, condensation dripped from the rock walls as the Coda shackled Roxanne's wrists above her head. Smiling cruelly, the Coda closed the cell door behind her, leaving Roxy in a room of dank shadows, her only illumination a glowing, red rune imprinted upon her forehead.

"I finally get a roommate," mumbled a male voice from the darkness.

"Who's there?" asked Roxy with a tremor.

"Muerte, Phillipe de Muerte," replied the voice.

"Why are you here?" inquired the girl.

"I don't know. All I remember is a bright light, fire, then laying on the ground in a vast desert. Those female warriors appeared out of nowhere and captured me before I could use my magic."

"Magic? What are you, a magician?" asked Roxy skeptically.

"A wizard, not a magician!" corrected Phillipe indignantly.

"Oh, sorry," said Roxy with a sideways glance. "So why not mumble some magic words and escape?"

"Really? I hadn't thought of that," snarled Muerte sarcastically. "That thrice-damned devil lord surrounded this cell with an Anti-Magic Shell, none of my powers work here."

"That's a real bitch," retorted Roxy. "I guess we're stuck here, then."

"Why do you bear a Mark of Constraint?" asked Muerte curiously.

"Probably so my gen-factor won't work," said Roxy with a sigh.

"Gen-factor? What is this? Some new magical discipline?" inquired the mage.

"Not exactly, but it does give me powers," explained Roxy.

"Then your situation is also a...bitch," replied Muerte hesitantly.

"You're learning the local language just fine," smiled Roxy.

"This makes a change of pace," remarked Sarah as she stood near a tall, open window, the cool desert air rustling the thin fabric of the rich gown she wore.

"Just because I'm a devil doesn't make me uncivilized," said Asmodeus before he extended his right hand, offering the beautiful Indian girl a crystal glass of red wine. Sarah took the wine with a smile, then sampled the drink, allowing the fruity flavor to tantalize her tongue.

"Usually I'm bound up in leather restraints and raped at this point," observed Sarah as she shot the devil a wry look.

"How crude!" replied Asmodeus as he clutched his chest, his satanically handsome features creased with shock and disgust.

"Some people are into that stuff," said Sarah before she drained her glass and raised it up for a refill.

Asmodeus quickly complied, pouring wine from a white crystal decanter into the slim vessel held by the girl. He stood very close to Sarah, inhaling her musky scent, gazing at her lush, muscled legs and flat stomach.

"What happened to Caitlin and Roxanne?" asked Sarah with cool disinterest.

"Caitlin has made herself at home. I've given her a private room where I believe she is changing into more suitable garb. I'm having a big party to welcome the three of you to my home," smiled Asmodeus warmly. "Your young friend with the pink hair is resting in a room on one of the lower levels, I'll be seeing to her comfort once you are satisfied."

"You are very kind," replied Sarah as she turned from the night view to watch the devil, her eyes dark and smoldering. "What will you offer to satisfy me?"

"Your heart's desire," smiled Asmodeus, his gaze intense and covetous as he returned Sarah's stare.

"You don't fool around, do you?" grinned Sarah as she turned away from the devil, watching the sands of the desert shift and whirl. "We're still on Earth, aren't we?"

"Yes, I've constructed a little vacation house in the desert west of Deming. By coincidence, a new mountain appeared out of no where one day, but no one seems to notice it," said Asmodeus smugly.

"How fortunate," commented Sarah as she felt the devil draw closer, his body heat radiating out to caress her dusky skin.

"Tell me what you want," whispered the devil as he stroked the right side of Sarah's head, his claws sliding through her rich, black hair as his body rubbed lightly against her ass and back.

"I can't say it," replied Sarah as she turned her head down, staring at the floor shamefully, as her face grew flushed. "I don't want to sell my soul."

"You won't be. Humans have the wrong idea about the denizens of Hades. We don't take souls, we free you of your inhibitions, the shackles that keep you from reaching your full potential. I don't need to take your soul because you are already one of us, you just haven't realized it yet. Tell me what you want, don't be afraid to see your wish become reality."

Sarah moaned weakly, her lips trembling as Asmodeus drew his robed arms around her slender waist, his cold lips kissing the nape of her neck as darkness filled the girl's vision, a boiling, sultry void that sucked Sarah into her forbidden, secret dream.

The sun was bright and hot today, a perfect day to sunbath near the pool. Sarah lay in a beach chair, her naked body gleaming with suntan lotion. She could hear two voices shouting at each other, and when she looked through her sunglasses she saw Roxy and Caitlin fighting with each other. Sarah smiled in amusement as Caitlin shouted something briefly, then stomped away in a huff. Roxanne swore quietly to herself as she approached the pool and sat in a chair next to the sunbathing Indian girl.

"What happened?" asked Sarah as she raised her arms above her head, making her breasts thrust out to drink the sun's warm rays.

"Oh, Cat wanted me to go shopping with her, but I didn't want to," complained Roxy as she pulled off her cut-off top, then began tugging at her jeans-shorts.

"You? Turn down shopping? The world must be ending!" giggled Sarah.

"Very funny," scowled Roxy while she leaned back in her beach chair, her petite body garbed only in a tiny bikini top and g-string. "I just didn't want to be with her today."

"The two of you are almost inseparable," observed Sarah as she watched Roxy carefully.

"Yeah, well that mind-link thing gets annoying sometimes, especially when she gets those wet dreams of Mr. Lynch," replied Roxy with a sour face.

"That would be horrible," agreed Sarah as she slid her eyes over Roxy's slim legs and creamy rump.

"Sometimes I just like hanging out with you, Sarah," admitted Roxy with a shy smile.

"I like being with you, too, Rox," grinned Sarah while her stomach grew warm with happiness. "Here, let me put some suntan lotion on you before you start burning."

"Okay," smiled Roxy before she spun onto her stomach and untied her bikini top.

Sarah rose from her chair, then grabbed the nearby bottle of lotion, squirting some into her left hand before she straddled Roxy's prone body and reached down to rub her down. Roxy moaned softly as Sarah caressed the tight muscles of her back and shoulders, letting the lotion ooze through her fingers as she rubbed it firmly into the short girl's skin. Sarah took her time, enjoying the sensation of Roxy's flesh under her hands as she slowly rubbed and caressed her friend's ripe body.

"Don't stop," groaned Roxy as she grew limp under Sarah, her limbs relaxing with each touch of the indian girl's fingers. Sarah caressed Roxy's arms, then slid her hands over the prone girl's buttocks, briefly squeezing them as she moved to Roxy's upper thighs. Roxanne didn't object, she just purred with pleasure as Sarah applied lotion to the backs of her thighs, then down the rest of her legs. The coconut oil made Sarah horny as she slid her hands up and down Roxy's bare legs, the flesh firm yet yielding as she moved back up to the small girl's tight ass.

"You're so firm and tight," whispered Sarah huskily as she caressed Roxy's ass, kneading the creamy flesh lewdly. Roxy moaned as she bit her lower lip, her breathing sharp and intense as she grew hot under her friend's caresses. Leaning down hesitantly, almost afraid of Roxy's reaction, Sarah kissed her friend's back, tasting lotion and sweet, female flesh on her full lips. When Roxy didn't complain, Sarah made a series of little kisses up her spine, then nuzzled the back of Roxanne's neck, burying her nose in the girl's short, black hair. Roxy moaned, air hissing through her soft, red lips as Sarah turned her head to the left, then kissed her lovingly on the mouth. Roxanne moaned like a little girl, her lips trembling as Sarah pressed their mouths tightly together, the two girls tasting the buttery lotion on each other. Roxy opened her mouth slightly, inviting Sarah to slide her tongue within and explore the girl's throat. Sarah's kiss became passionate, more forceful, as she thrust her tongue inside Roxy's throat, caressing her inner jaw, then entwining around her small, pink tongue. Sarah's breasts slid across Roxy's back, the brown nipples hardened into points as they raked across Roxanne's smooth flesh. Sarah slid her right hand between Roxy's buttocks, pushing the g-string aside, then rubbing the young girl's moist pussy.

"Oh, yes...more!" begged Roxy as she lay weakly under Sarah, spreading her legs apart slightly so that the Indian girl could more easily reach her cunt. Sarah licked Roxy's cheeks and sucked on the tip of the girl's pert nose as she fondled Rox's slit, caressing her labia and clit until her crotch was glistening with honey. Sarah turned the panting girl onto her back, then ripped the g-string bottom from her crotch. Roxy groaned wantonly, her skin hot and moist with sweat as she spread her legs wide apart while Sarah leaned down to suck on her tits. Sarah moaned with pleasure as she savored Roxy's breasts, filling her mouth with the naked girl's small mounds. The dusky girl's fingers played a symphony of lust against Roxanne's pussy, long fingers teasing and pinching her soaking cunt folds.

"Oh, god! It feels so good!" panted Roxanne as she lay helplessly in bonds of arousal, her arms pressed over her head as Sarah devoured her tits, biting the nipples, relishing their cherry taste. Sarah pressed two fingers into Roxy's pussy, sliding them deep into the moaning girl's vagina, then making circles inside the clenching tunnel, stimulating all of Roxy's tender, slick cunt flesh.

Sarah slid off of Roxy, then pulled up the girl's crotch, making her almost stand on her head while making it easier for Sarah to reach her pussy while standing. Sarah pressed three long fingers from her left hand into Roxy's dripping slit, then pushed two fingers from her right hand into the naked girl's anus. Roxy moaned loudly with lust as Sarah began pumping energetically with both hands, her fingers thrusting deep into Roxy's inner recesses. Roxy arched her back as her cunt shook with arousal, the pink flesh quivering and drenched with the overpowering smell of her juices. Sarah rammed her face into Roxy's pussy as her fingers continued their relentless probing. The dusky-skinned girl lapped at the folds of Roxy's labia, drinking her intoxicating cum as it gushed out to drip down her back and between her heaving tits.

Sarah lowered Roxy's shaking, nude body to the chair, then licked her sticky honey from her crotch to her trembling chin. Roxanne lay panting with exhaustion, her arms and legs positioned chaotically around her as she looked down at Sarah's approaching mouth. The two naked girls kissed, their mouths locked together as they shared the flavor of Roxy's pussy wine.

Asmodeus sat on the edge of the large, canopied bed as Sarah rolled over the sheets, her naked body glistening with sweat. The handsome devil reached out with his left hand, collecting a sample of the girl's perspiration, then raising it to his black lips so that he could suck the digit clean.

"Flesh that is the sweetest ambrosia," whispered Asmodeus before he rose from the bed and left Sarah writhing upon the sweat-soaked sheets.

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"So all you remember are a few hazy memories about living in a land called Faerun?" asked Roxy.

"Yes, although I recognize this world you call Earth too. It feels like I've been here before, I recognize and can speak your language, I know about the technology you use, and I remember names and faces of people who live here. It's very confusing," replied Muerte as he shook his head with frustration.

"I bet. I don't know too many wizards who cast spells in the USA," said Roxanne.

Before the conversation could continue, the cell door opened, allowing the succubus, Xanna, to enter and approach the apprehensive young girl.

"Master Asmodeus requests your presence," smiled Xanna as she unshackled Roxy, then slammed her against the rock wall. "Did you enjoy watching those two men rape me?"

"N…no," stuttered Roxy as she watched the fanged woman fearfully.

"You're lying," replied Xanna. "I could sense your arousal as those guys rammed their cocks into me. I could smell your juices as you stroked your cunt and masturbated near the alley mouth. You liked it."

Roxy lowered her head, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she remembered the sexual scene she had stumbled upon.

"That's okay, I enjoyed it too. I like rough sex," whispered Xanna before she leaned forward and licked Roxy's lips. Roxanne turned her head away, sputtering as she tried to get rid of the woman's spit on her lips. Giggling evilly, Xanna handcuffed Roxy's hands behind her back, then pushed her outside, where a second blonde-haired succubus waited as a guard. The two hell-spawn pushed Roxy ahead of them down a long corridor, then up several flights of spiraling stairs before they reached an open doorway. Roxy was uncuffed and shoved inside, then left alone as Xanna closed the doors, leaving her completely alone in darkness. The rune on Roxy's forehead provided no helpful light, it glimmered weakly until a shaft of eye-searing white light impaled the girl within it. Roxy crouched in fear, closing her eyes to slits as the hot beam assaulted her vision.

"And now I finally get to Roxanne, the youngest of the team," said Asmodeus as he emerged from the shadows, wielding a scepter made of solid ruby. "I wonder what your wish is?"

"Like I'm telling you," sniffed Roxy as she watched the devil lord warily.

"Oh, you will, with a little persuasion," smiled Asmodeus coldly before he gently touched Roxy's arm with the tip of the scepter. Roxy screamed in agony as the skin touched by the ruby rod flared with intense pain. Asmodeus maintained his cruel smile while he touched several spots along her bare back, each point a needle of white-hot pain. Roxy cried pitifully, tears rolling down her cheeks as she fell to the floor and rolled up into a quivering ball.

"The pain was sharp, wasn't it?" whispered the devil as he circled the shaft of light. "It felt like your skin was melting, didn't it? This is the secret desire in your heart, you want to be hurt and abused like the time you were under Ivana's control. You enjoyed it when she activated the brain implant, it freed the darkness that lay slumbering in your heart. You liked insulting your friends and playing the slut, letting those simple guards gang-bang you and use your body like a cheap fuck toy. I will hurt you if that is your wish, I will degrade and make you wriggle with exquisite agony, I do it for you."

"Please…don't" begged Roxy as she looked up with wide eyes at the looming devil lord.

Asmodeus snarled savagely, baring his dripping fangs as the muscles beneath his royal blue robes wriggled and bulged. Before Roxy's horrified eyes, the devil lord's flesh burst and split open, unleashing a bundle of slimy tentacles that shot forward towards the prone girl. Roxanne screamed as slick limbs wrapped around her ankles, thighs and arms, sliding obscenely across her flesh as they tore off her red bikini top and crotch-hugging shorts. A tentacle slid inside the choke-ring of her collar, pulling her head forward towards a waiting phallic limb. The glistening member snaked close to Roxy's face, nuzzling her cheeks and lips, then pushing inside her warm mouth. Roxy moaned as the tentacle slid deep into her throat, its skin oozing a viscous slime that she was forced to swallow in order to breathe. Tentacles entered her small anus and crowded into her cunt, two then three members filling her vagina until it felt like it would burst apart. The tentacles slithering around her arms and legs pulled her into the air, positioning her crotch before Asmodeus so he could lean forward and suck loudly on her dripping pussy. The devil slid his tongue around the folds of Roxy's labia as a huge phallic limb pumped in and out of her small slit, blood sliding down her thighs from the tearing of the previous probes into her belly.

"You feel violated right now, don't you Roxanne?" hissed Asmodeus while he fingered the naked girl's snatch, stimulating her clit until it was hard and throbbing. "You like feeling dirty and whorish, don't you?"

"Yesss," groaned Roxy around the shaft of a tentacle as it slid back and forth between her black-painted lips.

"I thought so," nodded Asmodeus while he wrapped a member around her neck, the phallic-head bobbing in front of Roxy's face as its body tightened around her throat. Roxy sucked in lungfuls of the cock's heady aroma, her head foggy with lust and uncontrolled arousal as the devil lowered her tentacle-wrapped body to his crotch level, then impaled her sticky cunt with his large, pulsing penis. Roxy shouted with a mixture of ecstasy and pain as the pole rammed into her vagina, spreading the pink flesh of her womb to its limits as it filled her stomach with engorged, slick meat. Roxanne's body shook like a limp doll while she sucked lewdly upon the tentacle in her mouth, her lips caressing the shaft of the limb, her tongue licking up and down its wet skin as she tasted its overpowering maleness. Tendrils wrapped around Roxy's small breasts, squeezing them painfully, pulling urgently on them as suckers fastened on the nipples and coated them in saliva.

Xanna watched jealously as Asmodeus ravished the new girl. The succubus sat against a nearby wall, then spread out her legs. She pulled her black, leather shorts to her ankles, then began rubbing her cunt forcefully, caressing her throbbing labia until it glistened with her juices. Noticing his slave masturbating in a corner, Asmodeus sent two tentacles slithering to the prone succubus. Xanna accepted them gratefully, pulling one limb into her wanton mouth while she positioned the other tendril against her red-furred slit. Asmodeus thrust his tentacles inside Xanna's mouth and pussy, filling her orifices with pulsing meat as he continued his cunt fucking with Roxy. The moans of both girls filled the large audience hall as Asmodeus' lust overwhelmed them, their naked bodies mere playthings to the tall devil lord. Roxy orgasmed in wave after wave, her body stained with sweat and ichor as the tentacles around her body fondled her and spewed warm cum across her pale skin. The tendril in Roxy's mouth slid out, gushing a stream of purple semen that splashed across her face and breasts. Asmodeus roared with his own climax, his cries shaking the entire fortress as he released a river of his seed into Roxy's warm belly. The devil lowered the panting Roxanne to the cold, stone floor, then retracted his snaking limbs back into his humanoid body.

Xanna held on to the two tentacles around her. She lay on her hands and knees, shoving one limb into her round ass while she rubbed the moist head of another between the heaving mounds of her tits. Growling with irritation at Xanna's presumption, Asmodeus strode forward with his scepter, then slid it slowly across the succubus' ass, making her scream in agony as she released the tentacles and crawled out of range.

"When I'm finished, you're finished," snarled Asmodeus angrily.

"Yes, master! Forgive me! I just wanted you inside me!" sobbed Xanna while she rubbed her throbbing buttocks softly.

"Any woman would," replied Asmodeus arrogantly before he spun away from the kneeling succubus and returned to his immense throne.

"Bring the servitors in! Prepare the chamber for my welcoming party!" commanded Asmodeus as Xanna retrieved Roxy's unconscious body and left the room quickly.

The landing zone was chaotic with activity as John Lynch directed the deployment of soldiers and gear. CEO Santiago had granted Lynch access to all of Aztechnology's assets, allowing John a great deal of flexibility in the formation of his retrieval unit. Four stealth gunships sat nearby, their rotary blades whizzing in the air as crack commando troops piled inside. John's own assault craft waited on the pad, a VTOL aircraft with the latest weaponry and defensive systems, plus a spacious crew bay and storage compartments. Ivana Baiul marched towards Lynch, her neck encased in a bulky metal collar. She wore sunglasses and a tight, black bodysuit adorned with pouches and holsters for her many guns and knives.

"Are you through wasting time?" shouted Ivana over the roar of the chopper blades.

"You won't think this is wasting time when demons and who knows what else fly up and start lobbing fireballs at us," retorted Lynch acidly while he continued to monitor the progress of his team.

"You worry too much, you always did," said Ivana scornfully as she unholstered an autopistol and checked the clip. "You screw up in this op, I'll have your balls for breakfast, I don't care what Santiago says."

"You should. He brought you back from the dead, he can send you right back," warned Lynch before he left Ivana behind and walked towards his waiting aircraft. Ivana stared at Lynch's back, spitting at his heels before she moved towards one of the waiting gunships.

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Deep within the core of Asmodeus' mountain fortress, rock music roared within a huge, stadium-sized chamber. Thousands of devils and their slaves gyrated to the blood-pounding rhythms created by a band of incubus musicians. Beer, wine, and an assortment of harder liquors flowed freely while devils had their human bitches tattooed and body-pierced for their amusement. Asmodeus sat upon a raised stone dais in the center of the immense room, he rested on a long leather couch that was flanked on both sides by similar couches. To the right, Roxy lay stretched out as one succubus sucked on her pussy while she licked the labia of a succubus above her. On the left-hand couch, Sarah lay naked as one horned devil rammed his forehead horn into her dripping cunt. A second horned devil slid his elongated, slimy tongue into Sarah's willing mouth, exploring her throat lewdly while she fondled her ripe breasts in the throes of lust.

"Great party, isn't it, slut?" asked Asmodeus as he gazed down at his newest sex slave. Caitlin moaned in agreement as she ran her lips up and down the devil lord's hard cock, her tongue caressing the engorged shaft. Asmodeus slid his clawed hands into Caitlin's thick, red hair, rubbing her skull as she took his tool into her mouth and thrust it deeply into her tight throat.

"Ummm, you are a horny bitch," grinned Asmodeus before he began pumping his crotch against Caitlin's beautiful face.

Phillipe de Muerte sat limply in his bonds, his cell dark and quiet except for the occasional drip of water from the walls. The wizard drooped his chin upon his thin chest, all hope gone after the succubus, Xanna, took the young girl named Roxy. The mage was oblivious as the iron door to his cell was opened, releasing a painful shaft of light into the room as Xanna swayed seductively into the small room.

"Enjoying your stay, wizard?" smiled Xanna cruelly.

"Can't say much for the accommodations, or the staff," retorted Muerte with a sarcastic grin.

"You won't be grinning for long," replied Xanna as she bared her sharp fangs, then leaned forward to unshackle the mage's wrists.

"You're letting me go?" asked Muerte in disbelief.

"Of course not, fool," snarled Xanna. "I'm just freeing your limbs so I can devour you more easily."

"Really?" smirked Muerte as he eyed the open door longingly.

"Yes," said Xanna before she grabbed Muerte by the shoulders and slammed him hard against the stone wall. The tall mage wheezed for air as he slid to the floor, while the succubus slid off her black leather shorts and bra.

"I'm going to suck you dry," promised Xanna as she straddled Muerte's crotch, tilting his head up so she could kiss him on the mouth. The wizard groaned in protest as he felt his life force sucked away by the demonic female. Xanna broke the embrace, licking Muerte's neck and shoulders while she pulled off his black robes and slid her clawed hands over his flat chest.

"I promise you'll enjoy this, lover," whispered Xanna huskily as she leaned down to suck on Muerte's small nipples. The mage moaned as the succubus bit his hard nobs, her fangs scratching his delicate flesh, drawing small trails of blood against his pale skin. Xanna kissed Muerte again, her tongue thrusting into his slack mouth, caressing his inner jaw and throat. Muerte wrapped his arms around the naked woman's torso, his hands moving across her smooth back, then entangling in her long, red hair. Xanna could feel Muerte's cock harden under her crotch, the head nestling against her moist pussy as it grew longer with arousal. Reaching between her lithe legs, Xanna grabbed Muerte's throbbing cock, then guided it into her quivering slit. Muerte gasped in ecstasy as Xanna's cunt clenched around his pole, sucking it deep into her warm belly. Xanna bit her lower lip as she began pumping up and down with her body, her weight driving Muerte's shaft far into her tight vagina. The wizard groaned with each slide of Xanna's pussy; he reached forward to cup and fondle the succubus' full tits as she rode his cock like a horny cowgirl. Xanna pressed her hands over Muerte's, pushing the man's fingers into her soft, milky flesh as she humped his pulsing fuck pole. The couple rammed against each other for a score of minutes, their naked bodies drenched in love sweat while Xanna pumped her cunt against the prone mage's tool.

As orgasm drew closer, Muerte closed his eyes, using the tidal wave of sexual release to focus his will and tap into the magic within himself. When Xanna screamed from her own powerful climax, Muerte released his power, shooting cum and magic into the succubus' shuddering cunt. Xanna's eyes widened in alarm as she felt the magic explode within her body, her blood boiling with agony until she fell smoking to the hard floor. Muerte pulled himself away from under the unconscious woman, then staggered to his feet, his breath coming in great, loud gasps. He clothed himself with his black robes, then he peeked outside into the brightly-lit hallway, insuring the way was clear before he began searching for an exit.

The orgy of sex and dancing continued, several girls falling unconscious from exhaustion and pain as the devils caroused with abandon. Caitlin lay at Asmodeus' feet, drinking lustily from a bottle of liquor, allowing the warm liquid to pour down her large, heaving breasts. She stood up, then leaned forward, making her tits hang invitingly until the devil lord began sucking the liquor from her warm, sweet flesh. Caitlin giggled like a whore, wrapping her arms around Asmodeus' neck and mashing her tits into her master's face. Asmodeus sucked hungrily on her mounds, sliding his mouth and tongue around her bosoms, then nursing on her generous, pink nipples. Caitlin gasped with pleasure, biting her thickly-painted lips as she surrendered her body to her lord. Asmodeus slid his right hand between Caitlin's thighs, rubbing her wet pussy forcefully until the girl's legs trembled. The devil lord pushed Caitlin away, then turned her naked body around so her round, firm ass lay before him. He forced Cat to sit down on his crotch, his long, bone-hard cock punching up her pink vagina. Caitlin gasped through clenched lips, her hands balled into fists upon her knees as she allowed her dense weight to pull her down upon the devil's erect member. Asmodeus seized Caitlin's round hips, then began humping her pussy, his cock an irresistible ram that hammered into her moist womb. Several devils near the dais stopped cavorting to admire the show above them. They grabbed their aroused cocks and masturbated before their emperor as he fucked Caitlin before the eyes of thousands. Caitlin didn't care, she was lost in a frenzy of lust that filled her mind like a thick, coiling fog. By surrendering to Asmodeus' dream, the young woman had lost her inhibitions, her conscience, her soul. Caitlin was now a sex toy, a puppet of flesh for Asmodeus to use and then discard.

Asmodeus released a tentacle from his robes, the dripping limb wrapped around Caitlin's bare neck, then slid obscenely into her open, gasping mouth. Caitlin welcomed the snake-like tendril into her throat, her moist, red lips caressing the tentacle like a lover. Asmodeus slid his claws up Caitlin's bare, flat stomach, scratching her pale skin until he grasped her ripe, bobbing tits. Caitlin pressed her hands against her kneecaps as she pumped her ass against the devil lord's cock. Asmodeus pulled Caitlin's naked body against his stomach, his claws roving freely across her breasts and belly as he rammed his pole deep into her clenching fuck tunnel. Cat sucked hungrily upon the tentacle pulsing within her mouth, her tongue licking the limb's underside while her lips lavished lustful affection on its slimy skin. Caitlin's cunt lips trembled as they wrapped around the devil's tool. The pink, tender flesh was dripping with her juices and the male's ichor until they flowed like small rivers down the girl's firm, bare thighs.

"I…I'm going to cum!" moaned Caitlin as she lay against Asmodeus' strong chest.

"Give in to your passion, let your honey gush freely," whispered the devil hotly into Caitlin's ear.

Caitlin groaned loudly with ecstasy, her naked skin slick with her sweat as she felt the muscles of her pussy throb with approaching climax. Asmodeus thrust his cock even more violently into Cat's slit, the head of his member pounding against the inner wall of the nude girl's womb until a spray of purple semen flooded Caitlin's small belly. The tentacle wriggling in Caitlin's mouth pulled backwards, spitting sticky cum across her sensuous face and tits. Cat licked the dripping cream from her lips and chin, then bent forward to suck wantonly on the quivering tentacle, devouring the jism that dropped from its small orifice.

Asmodeus pushed Caitlin to the floor, then slapped her hard across the face when she looked up worshipfully into his darkly handsome visage. Undeterred, Cat embraced the devil's leg, rubbing her cum-stained cheek against his robed body. Asmodeus patted Caitlin's head like she was a loyal dog, then he grabbed a goblet of rich wine as he watched Sarah on her hands and knees, a devil fucking her mouth while he wrapped a sharply barbed tail around her neck that bit deeply into her tanned flesh. A bone devil knelt against Sarah's ass, thrusting his cock into her pussy with ramming his hardened tail into her tight ass hole. Asmodeus drank deeply from his cup, inhaling the thick, cloying scents of sweating bodies and female juices.

John Lynch sat within the confining cockpit of the Nighthawk, a blood-red lamp providing the only light as he monitored displays and watched the progress of his team.

"We're almost at the New Mexico border," whispered an attack chopper pilot from John's comm link.

"Activate stealth fields, maintain radio silence," replied Lynch. The aircraft and four gun ships ghosted over the US/Aztlan border, flying swiftly northwest into New Mexico. Lynch went over his ship's systems, raising its state-of-the-art shields and arming its missiles and plasma cannons.

"Hang on, girls, I'm coming," muttered John as the Nighthawk rocketed towards the imposing mountain fortress of Asmodeus.

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The devil lord watched avidly as Caitlin lay prone on her back, ravaged by three large horn devils. One winged beast knelt above her head, sliding his long tail in and out of her open mouth. A second devil positioned himself between Cat's outspread legs, shoving his huge cock into her ichor-stained pussy. A third horn devil knelt at the naked girl's side, sucking lewdly on one of her large, tempting breasts. Roxy and Sarah sprawled senselessly upon the cum-soaked cushions of the leather couches positioned on Asmodeus' dais. Small Imps slithered around the unconscious girls' bodies, poking and fondling their sweaty, bare flesh.

Caitlin moaned as the horn devil near her head pushed his tail deep into her throat and made her gag for air as the member forced her lips painfully wide open. The devil between Cat's legs grasped her kneecaps as he thrust his cock into her belly, the shaft throbbing and dripping with green goo as it slid within her tight, pink vagina. Caitlin's tits were marred with bite marks as the horn devil at her side sucked voraciously on her bosom flesh, gnawing her hard nipples until they bled.

Asmodeus gazed down from his couch, his handsome face bearing a cruel smile as he relished Caitlin's uncontrolled arousal and pain. Suddenly, the devil lord cocked his head to the side, his pointed ears detecting a low roar growing closer with each second. Frowning in thought, Asmodeus gasped as the entire chamber shook, rock shards falling from the ceiling as the surface of the mountain sustained a powerful impact.

"Guards! To your posts!" roared Asmodeus as he shot up from his couch, his ruby scepter grasped tightly in hand while he watched the horn devils leave Caitlin's naked body and fly up into holes drilled into the rock. The devil lord stood in the middle of the three ravished young women, his eyes burning with fury as he sensed the battle raging outside.

John Lynch fired another missile salvo, unleashing six small rockets that sped forward from wing launchers and smashed into the mountain rock, tearing great chunks of stone into the air. The Nighthawk ascended above the shattering mountain, the sleek craft followed by two horn devils and a succubus who fired fireballs from her clawed hands. John activated the rear machine gun as the aircraft's shields absorbed the blast of the fireballs. A stream of tracer fire sliced into the pursuing devils, ripping the horn devils to shreds but merely wounding the succubus. The she-devil screeched with pain and anger, then invoked Darkness around the Nighthawk. John's cockpit window was black as pitch, but he still had use of his instruments and scanners. Lynch turned the plane in a tight arc, then fired its forward guns, spewing bolts of plasma that punched gaping, fatal holes into the succubus' alluring body.

The attack copters hovered near the surface of the mountain, releasing squadrons of mercenaries that poured rifle fire into the advancing devil horde. Ivana slid down a rope, firing an auto pistol into a barbed devil until he fell limply to the ground. Ivana's team landed around her, unleashing rifle bursts into a patrol of barbed devils emerging from a narrow cleft in the rock. Before the beasts died, one devil pointed his claw, summoning a pillar of fire that immolated a helpless soldier. Ivana popped two rounds into the devil's skull, then lead her squad into the dark, confining slash within the stone.

John set the Nighthawk hovering near the summit of the mountain fortress, then dumped a string of bombs near its peak. Explosions littered the area as stone collapsed and fell down into an immense chamber. Lynch lowered a stout rope, then slid down into the stadium-sized room, shooting two bone devils that charged toward him. John scanned the area with his sharp eyes, then discovered his lovely wards lying comatose upon a raised dais. The tall man raced up the steps of the dais, eyeing the muscular humanoid standing quietly amongst the girls. Asmodeus turned quickly, unleashing two lightning bolts that punched into John's chest. Lynch groaned as he fell back, but he still squeezed the trigger of his auto-rifle, releasing a stream of bullets into the devil lord's stomach. Asmodeus grunted as his robes and blue flesh were ripped apart, then he waited patiently as his tough skin began to regenerate. Lynch bounced off a dozen steps, then halted his fall and staggered to his feet. He panted softly for air, raising his left arm and activating a hidden laser that nestled within his cybernetic limb. The beam weapon sprang out, then fired, shooting a thick beam of ruby energy that impaled Asmodeus' chest and gushed out of his back. The devil lord staggered, then began laughing, his mocking voice grating John's ears as he gritted his teeth in frustration.

"What does it take to kill you?" shouted John vehemently.

"More than you have, little man," snarled Asmodeus before he aimed his scepter at Lynch, unleashing a torrent of molten fire that dripped onto the steps of the dais and melted the rock like hot caramel. John jumped over the fire strike, landing to the left of his prior position. Unable to think of another strategy, Lynch resumed firing his rifle, tearing flesh from the devil lord's arms and torso, flesh that grew back as soon as it became damaged. Asmodeus retorted with attacks from his scepter, spewing acid, frost, and a salvo of fireballs that destroyed large portions of the chamber but failed to connect with the agile human.

Caitlin stirred weakly, her brain and crotch on fire as she moaned softly. The beautiful young woman blinked her large, green eyes, then stared in shock as she imagined Lynch fighting Lord Asmodeus. Shaking her head energetically, Caitlin smiled brightly when she discovered that she was not hallucinating, John was alive. The tall girl staggered to her feet, then began to approach the growling devil lord. Asmodeus detected Caitlin's movement, but ignored the naked girl.

"Stay out of this wench. Your former lover will be nothing but a memory when I'm through with him," smiled Asmodeus coldly.

"Caitlin! Get Sarah and Roxy, then run! Escape while I keep this monster busy!" shouted Lynch as he hurtled another stream of fire.

Caitlin frowned in thought, her mind fogged with lingering lust and confusion. Setting her lush lips with determination, Caitlin grabbed Asmodeus' arms and pressed them into his back, the glowing ruby scepter falling from his grasp to the floor.

Muerte cast another Cone of Frost, paralyzing two barbed devils that had discovered him. Walking quickly past the two guards that were now trapped in a prison of ice, the wizard found a shaft that led out into the open air. Muerte brought the words of the Fly spell into his thoughts, preparing to escape this infernal prison and glide to freedom. The mage halted his incantation just before it left his lips, his brow creased in thought as he remembered a girl from another world, a girl he had tried to protect but failed. Guilt attacked Muerte's thoughts while he recalled Roxy being taken away by the demon-bitch, Xanna. Standing tall, the wizard abandoned the escape shaft and began walking deeper into the fortress, his mind scanning for a trace of Roxy's essence.

Asmodeus struggled within Caitlin's grip, his supernatural strength negated by Cat's gen-power. John rushed forward, his laser arm glowing with power until he stood before the writhing devil lord.

"Duck!" ordered Lynch as he placed the barrel of his laser weapon in front of Asmodeus' blue forehead. Caitlin crouched down low as the laser fired, the ruby beam bursting Asmodeus' head like a ripe melon. Cat quickly disengaged from the spasming body as it fell back wetly to the floor, its limbs jerking while purple blood oozed from the shattered skull. Caitlin wrapped her arms around her bare stomach, her breath sharp and labored as she watched the dying devil with loathing. Turning her eyes away from Asmodeus' corpse, Caitlin stared at her mentor and former lover, sobs slowly building within her chest. John smiled gently, then moved forward to hug Cat affectionately. Caitlin wrapped her arms desperately around Lynch's waist, her grip so tight he grunted in pain before she hastily loosened her hold. The redhead cried passionately, her tears moistening John's shoulder as he crooned softly into her ear and rubbed her back. Caitlin's sobs grew fainter, then she backed her head away from John's shoulder, crushing his surprised lips with her own as she eagerly kissed her returned lover.

"I see that your enthusiasm is undiminished, " laughed John as he reluctantly broke away from Caitlin, then escaped her tight embrace.

"I thought that you were dead, we all did," sniffled Caitlin while she wiped drying tears from her pale cheeks.

"I was dead, but Aztechnology brought me back," replied John gravely.

"How?" inquired Caitlin curiously.

"I'll explain later. We need to get the other two girls and evac out of here," said John before he began walking towards an unconscious Sarah.

"I didn't say you could leave," gurgled Asmodeus as his face finished regenerating, blood staining his lips and chin.

"This is ridiculous," said Lynch to the ceiling as he brought his laser arm to bear on the devil. Before John could fire his weapon, Asmodeus' right arm shot forward, grabbing Lynch's elbow, then twisting the cyber-limb until it snapped. John screamed in pain as he was pushed roughly to the floor, cradling his broken limb. Caitlin snarled as she attacked, punching Asmodeus several times in the face and torso. The devil grunted as the girl snapped his head back and sent his body plunging to the rubble-strewn ground below. Caitlin stood at the edge of the dais, her fists clenched as she watched the robed devil rise smoothly to his feet and glare balefully at her.

"You could have been my concubine, a favored slave that I would have cherished for centuries. Our children could have ruled the whole of creation, but you are too stubborn, too mortal," said Asmodeus sadly.

"I have the man I love, you can go to Hell," spat Caitlin.

"You first," grinned the devil as he pointed a long, clawed finger at Cat, the digit glowing with blue-black light before a beam of darkness shot upwards, aimed at the attractive girl's heart. A sphere of golden light appeared around Caitlin and Lynch, a sphere that absorbed the lethal Finger of Death before it could harm Cat. Asmodeus turned to face Muerte, who stood smiling smugly from a doorway.

"Greetings, Lord Asmodeus. Time for you to check out," said the wizard before he began a series of ornate gestures that inscribed glowing runes into the air. Asmodeus roared with fury, summoning his ruby scepter to his clawed hand as he charged the casting mage. Raising the scepter above his horned head, the devil lord screamed when a cloud of glittering mist gushed from Muerte's hands and engulfed the evil being. Asmodeus' shouts grew fainter as his corporeal body faded, then disappeared into nothingness. Muerte ran up the dais and knelt beside Roxy, cradling her alluring face until she moaned softly and opened her bleary eyes.

"I think we can go now," smiled Lynch as Caitlin moved next to him and slid an arm around his waist. Muerte helped Roxy to her feet, then held her lightly while she regained her senses and looked around in confusion.

"What happened?" asked the short girl. "The last thing I remember is shopping in town."

"I'll tell you later, Rox. Can you fly us all up to the airplane?" asked Caitlin as she pointed towards the hovering Nighthawk high above them.

"Yeah, sure," agreed Roxy before she squinted her eyes and concentrated her power. Everyone slowly rose into the air, no one noticing as the glittering mist boiled darkly, expanding to fill the entire chamber.

"Uhh, we have a problem," said Muerte as he indicated the growing cloud of mist below them.

"What's that shit?" asked Roxy in alarm.

"Asmodeus must have control of the Gate from his side, he's trying to widen the portal," replied the mage nervously.

"Hurry, Roxy!" urged Caitlin.

The companions ascended to the Nighthawk's hatch, then quickly took seats while John jumped into the cockpit and brought the ship's engines to life, blasting away from the ruined mountain as black fog vomited from the audience hall's cavity. Tendrils of shadow shot forward, wrapping around the Nighthawk and pulling it back to the ruined fortress. Lynch punched the plane's jets to maximum, the strain shaking the hull as the aircraft was drawn relentlessly back to the gaping mountain hole.

"Can't you do anything?" shouted Roxy at Muerte.

"No! Asmodeus is too strong!" retorted the mage before the Nighthawk spun out of control and rushed into the pulsing maw of the Gate.

The Nighthawk flew serenely over an endless plain of red dust, the auto-pilot controlling the craft as its passengers slumped limply in their seats. Lynch woke up first, gazing around the cockpit sleepily, then focusing his eyes on the controls and the view outside. Within a few minutes, everyone was awake and staring out of the craft's windows.

"What is this place?" asked Roxy as she watched waves of red sand slide under her.

"We're in Hades, the domain of Asmodeus," moaned Muerte as he collapsed back into his chair, pressing his face into his open palms.

"Great, we're in Hell, literally," observed Sarah as red sunlight cast shadows over her sharp features.

"It'll be okay. Mr. Lynch will find a way home," said Caitlin optimistically.

"Sure," muttered Roxy before she slumped next to Muerte, her arm wrapping around his.

The Nighthawk flew for days, no sign of civilization ever appeared by sight or by instruments. The craft was well stocked with supplies, but Lynch rationed everything since there was no telling when they would find more food or water. Roxy attached herself to Muerte, they seemed to have a strange bond that comforted them both during the crisis. Sarah kept to herself, sitting alone and hugging her arms around herself as she stared at the endless dunes of sand. Caitlin sat with Lynch in the cockpit, talking, smiling, sometimes touching when no one else would see.

One morning, Caitlin awoke with a start, her face contorted with pain as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stumbled desperately towards the bathroom. John snorted awake, then looked back as he listened to Caitlin vomit into the toilet. Putting the ship on autopilot, John rushed to Caitlin's side, rubbing her back until she stopped spewing, then handing her a towel to clean her fouled mouth and chin. Roxy slept heedlessly against Muerte, the wizard's arm around her shoulders protectively. Sarah slept alone in one of the front passenger seats, her peaceful face turned towards an unobscured side window of the craft.

"How do you feel?" asked John softly.

"Sick. My stomach's churning," whispered Caitlin weakly.

Lynch led Caitlin into the plane's small infirmary, then ordered the room's computer to scan Cat. When the diagnosis flashed onto the monitor, John gasped loudly, his eyes wide with shock.

"What is it?" asked Caitlin fearfully.

"You're...you're pregnant!" said John in stunned disbelief.

 "Is it yours?" inquired Cat, her lips trembling in terror.

"No. According to the genetic-scan, the baby is demonic," replied John before he looked up at Caitlin helplessly.

Caitlin drew her long legs up against her stomach, hugging them tightly as she sobbed quietly in despair.

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