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Witchblade: Demon Gate
by PJ


Chapter 2

     The school nurse gently placed a thin white blanket over Tabitha's limp
body.

     "Will she be alright?" asked Rose, clasping her hands together with worry.

     "Yes.  She's badly scratched up, but none of her wounds appear to be
really serious,"
replied the nurse, taking Rose's left arm lightly.  "Now let's go and let
Tabitha get some rest until
her mother arrives."

     After the nurse and Rose left, the Witchblade uncoiled from Tabitha's
right wrist, tendrils
wrapped around her neck, breasts, and face.  A single sharp prong pierced
Tabitha's temple,
digging into her brain.

     "No!" shouted Tabitha, eyes widening in shock as she sat bolt upright. 
The blanket fell
away from Tabitha's scantily clad form while grey tendrils pulled her legs
apart, exposing her
bloodied pussy.

     *Join,* whispered the Witchblade in Tabitha's mind, the tendrils around
her tits squeezing
painfully.

     "Let go of me!" panted Tabitha, struggling to pull away the razor sharp
bindings wrapped
around her.

     Tabitha gasped when the Witchblade sent a surge of energy into her mind,
stimulating her
pleasure centers.  The young girl fell back limply onto the mattress, her legs
yielding to the tendrils
that pulled upon them.  A phallic-shaped tendril slowly slid into Tabitha's
cunt, wriggling inside
her vagina.  Tabitha moaned, arching her back, her breasts aching from abuse as
they were
fondled and crushed.  Tabitha sucked on her lower lip, her brain throbbing with
sensual pleasure
transmitted from the tendril buried in her skull.  The school girl grasped the
upper posts of her
bed, pumping her slender hips while the probe inside her pussy shoved itself
wetly back and forth.

     *Pleasure,* whispered the Witchblade, a tendril slithering around
Tabitha's throat,
caressing her warm flesh as she groaned in bliss.  Glistening honey escaped
from Tabitha's pussy,
staining the sterile white sheets.  A second knobby probe inserted itself into
Tabitha's asshole,
exploring her tight anal orifice.  Tabitha shuddered with ecstasy, she spread
her legs apart farther,
invited the Witchblade's limb deeper into her young uterus.

     "More..please, more," murmured Tabitha, her eyes pressed shut, her lips
trembling from
panting.

     The Witchblade sent another arousing jolt into Tabitha's mind, its agile
grey limbs roving
all over her slim sexy body.  Tabitha tore off the remainder of her ripped
clothing, then she
cupped her young tits in her palms, crushing a tendril that rubbed up and down
her cleavage. 
Gleaming with sex sweat, Tabitha turned over onto her stomach, raising her nude
body up on
hands and knees.  She grasped the headboard of her bed, thrusting out her ass
that was still being
ravished by two pulsing tendrils.  The probes inside the naked girl's pussy and
anus moved as one,
shoving deeply inside her, dripping with her excretions.  Tabitha's tits
dangled in bondage, held by
writhing Witchblade limbs.  A grey shell formed around Tabitha's head, flowing
down her chest
and back, encasing her slim, shapely legs.  The Witchblade armor completely
encased Tabitha's
nude body, its limbs still throbbed inside her cunt and ass.

     *Must leave..protect,* transmitted the Witchblade, forcing Tabitha to her
feet, then
propelling her through an open window to freedom.


     "Finally, nightfall," said Mephit, gazing up at the clear starlit sky.

     "Do we get the girl now?" inquired Samson impatiently.

     "Yes, and Sara shall lead the way," smiled Mephit ironically.

     "Fuck you," grimaced Sara, trying to block the pain of the thorn bindings
wrapped around
her wrists and arms.

     "We had the contest of wills and I won.  Don't be a sore loser,"
reprimanded Mephit,
wiggling his fingers to tighten the bonds around Sara.  The young woman moaned
instinctively as
the sharp long thorns around her arms slid deeper into her flesh.

     "Let me brain drain her, then we can get moving," suggested Demona
eagerly, tossing her
long red hair over her shoulder.

     "No, not yet, anyway," replied Mephit.  "I think Sara sees the logic in
helping us, don't
you, my dear?"

     "Alright, just don't hurt me anymore," whispered Sara.

     "I won't, you have my word," chuckled Mephit, pushing Sara ahead of him.


     Tabitha entered her house after the Witchblade had picked the lock of the
front door.  She
slowly moved her head around the entry foyer, the Witchblade searching for any
signs of its
pursuers.  When it had determined that the house was clear, it granted Tabitha
control of her body,
but remained in full armor mode around her.  Tabitha climbed the stairs to her
bedroom on the
second floor, falling heavily onto her pink bedspread after entering the room.

     "I feel so tired," muttered Tabitha, her eyelids fluttering drowsily.

     *Sleep.  I will protect you,* replied the Witchblade, the ruby built
within it glowing
warmly.


     After several hours, Mephit, Demona, Samson, and Sara reached the edge of
another
forest clearing.  Peeking from the bushes, the group glanced around the open
grounds of a two
story manor house with a driveway running in front of it.  No lights were
switched on, the house
appeared to be empty.

     "Are you sure the Witchblade is there?" hissed Mephit, yanking sharply on
Sara's auburn
hair.

     "Yesss.  It is."

     "Samson, take the front door.  Demona, watch the back," ordered Mephit
curtly.

     "Where will you be?" asked Demona with an arched eyebrow.

     "Here, monitoring you," smiled Mephit coldly.

     Samson charged forward without hesitation, followed a short space later by
the lithe
Demona.  The succubus' black halter top ripped open from her back, allowing her
wide, leathery
wings to stretch out behind her.  

     "Now the fun begins," whispered Mephit hotly in Sara's right ear.

     
     *Wake up!* warned the Witchblade, its ruby heart pulsing brightly.

     "What?" muttered Tabitha, her eyes blinking rapidly.

     *We have to move!* answered the artifact, forcing Tabitha to her feet.

     "Okay!  I can take it from here!" protested Tabitha. 

     When the Witchblade didn't take control of her body, Tabitha walked to her
only bedroom
window, searching the driveway for anything weird.  She gasped softly in alarm
when she spotted
a huge muscular man marching resolutely for her front door.

     *Let me get him from here,* recommended the weapon.

     "Uh, okay," agreed Tabitha, silently opening her window before extending
out the gauntlet
of the Witchblade.  

     The artifact slowly grew brighter with ruby light, pulsing like a pounding
heart.  The
fingers of the gauntlet spread wide apart on their own before an eye-searing
bolt of plasma spat
from the open palm towards Samson.  The burly demon barely had time to register
the light above
him when the plasma strike engulfed his body.  Samson screamed briefly in agony
before his
mortal form was reduced to a pile of ash.

     *One down,* remarked the Witchblade smugly.  Before Tabitha could reply,
she heard the
back door downstairs shatter open.

     "Another one?"

     *Yes.*

     Tabitha rushed down the hallway, then slowly descended the stairs to the
ground floor. 
The young girl saw Demona as the succubus flew into her, propelling her through
the outer wall to
the front lawn.  Tabitha landed heavily, the air crushed from her lungs.

     "Give me the Witchblade, you little bitch," hissed Demona, releasing
gleaming red claws
from her delicate hands.

     *Hit her!* urged the Witchblade.

     Tabitha smashed her right fist into Demona's face, crushing the beautiful
demon's nose.
Demona clutched her bleeding face, staggering away from the prone girl. 
Tabitha pointed her
right hand at Demona, commanding several sharp tendrils to shoot towards her
wounded foe.
Demona shouted in pain when the barbs sliced into her flesh.  She flapped her
wings, rising
quickly into the protective arms of the night.  Tabitha scanned the edge of the
forest for more
demons, but saw nothing.

     "We did it," grinned Tabitha, breathing heavily.

     *Well done,* replied the Witchblade.

     "Mom's gonna bitch about that hole in the wall, not to mention the broken
door," groaned
Tabitha, retracing her steps to the house.

     *I can fix that,* offered the artifact with a twinkling red glow.


     "That could have gone better," remarked Mephit ruefully.

     "That fucking cunt broke my nose!" snarled Demona, her nostrils red and
puffy with
bruising.

     Sara giggled from her seat at the base of a tree until Demona slapped her
several times
across the face.

     "Settle down, Demona.  We need her, for a little longer," said Mephit,
glaring at Sara
dangerously.  "We have to try a different approach."

     "Like what?" retorted the succubus.

     "We get a little help from her friends," grinned Mephit, his shark-like
teeth glowing in the
dim starlight.
*****************


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