Message-ID: <14587eli$9808201635@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14587.txt> From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Witchblade: Demon Gate (M/f,mc) (3/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082018041700.OAA00582@ladder03.news.aol.com> Witchblade: Demon Gate by PJ Chapter 3 Wednesday night was busy as usual at the club named Attica. Any high school kid that wanted to be cool snuck out of their house and went to Attica to dance and listen to the wall shaking music of a local rock band. Mephit dressed in a conservative black suit, contrasting with Demona who wore tight red rubber shorts and a fish net blouse over a black silk bra. Polished, spike-heeled knee boots and loose red hair completed her vamp look as she eyed the young boys lounging around the entrance to the club. The doorman let the two demons in without a word, leering at Demona's ample cleavage when she walked by. The music washed over the duo like an overpowering wave when they stopped at the entry landing to take in the dark, strobe lit interior. "Hunt for anyone with Tabitha's scent on them. I'll take the left side of the floor, you take the right," ordered Mephit over the raucous din. "Got'cha," smiled Demona, swaying her body in time to the chaotic beat. "Concentrate on work, my dear," admonished Mephit before he left the succubus on the landing. Demona made a face at Mephit's retreating back, then gracefully descended a staircase to the dance floor, charming all the handsome boys that caught her eye. Mephit slid through the tight crowd to a square bar that sat in the middle of the dance floor. Several teens lounged on bar stools, drinking soda and munching on snacks. Mephit sat on a relatively clean stool, ordered a coke, then searched the mass of youth with his sharp demonic senses. "Hey! You're not a student!" observed a junior girl with shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes. "Very astute, young lady," replied Mephit, taking a sip of his soda. "What?" shouted the girl after a particularly loud musical refrain. "My name's Buffy!" "Like the TV show?" asked Mephit, admiring the girl's slim bare legs and generous breasts. "Yeah! Like the TV show!" giggled Buffy. "What are you doing here?" "Looking for someone." "The adult bars are downtown. You won't find much action here!" said Buffy as she took a stool facing Mephit. "Buy me a drink?" Mephit watched the girl with amusement as he motioned for the bartender to give Buffy a soda of her own. Buffy dangled her graceful legs, looking at Mephit with wide, innocent eyes. When she got her soda, Buffy slurped loudly with her straw, licking the top while her eyes locked on Mephit's. Mephit smiled appreciatively, sipping quietly from his glass. "Do you know a girl named Tabitha Meredith?" "Oh, yeah! That's the one who got raped near school!" gushed Buffy enthusiastically. "Were you friends with her?" inquired Mephit, his dark brown eyes burning dangerously. "Naw, she hung out with some computer geek and another loser. I had a class with her though. She didn't have any boyfriends," giggled Buffy maliciously. "Do you see the computer geek or that other loser somewhere around here?" "Hmm," muttered Buffy, glancing back and forth across the club. "Oh! There!" Mephit followed the direction of Buffy's outstretched finger, spotting a petite brunette with glasses and a tall, lanky boy with a short ponytail of black hair sitting at a table on the very edge of the dance floor. Mephit sniffed delicately, catching the faint scent of Tabitha on both young humans. "Hey, wanna dance?" asked Buffy in a husky whisper, sliding off her stool to press her slim body against Mephit's. The demon inhaled Buffy's musky odor, her hot youth and the intoxicating reek of her arousal. "Another time, perhaps," smiled Mephit gently, easing away from Buffy to make his way towards Tabitha's two friends. After failing to find her quarry, Demona grew distracted by all the horny boys staring at her lustfully. When a tall good-looking senior asked her to dance, the succubus agreed, letting the boy slide his arm around her slim waist and fondle her ass. Demona crotch-danced with the boy until he panted with exhaustion, then she switched to another eager young buck. Demona danced and groped till she had a thin sheen of sweat over her smooth white skin. Unable to hold back, Demona kissed her last dance partner, tasting his life with her cold red lips until he nearly fainted with weakness. Demona hastily backed away from the pale boy, losing herself in the crushing press of dancers. "How's Tabitha?" asked Saul. "Fine, I guess. I tried to call her house earlier to see if she wanted to come with us, but no one answered," replied Rose. "Maybe we should bail here and go visit her." "We better let her rest. Maybe she'll be back at school tomorrow." "It's boring without her," groaned Saul, hands under his chin. "Wanna dance?" asked Rose hopefully. "Naw. I'm gonna get another drink. You want one?" "I'm still on my first." "I'll be back," growled Saul, attempting a weak imitation of the Terminator. Rose laughed dutifully, rolling her eyes at the ceiling. She twirled her straw in her full glass, failing to look up when Mephit approached her. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone?" "You talking to me?" asked Rose incredulously. "Of course, Rose," chuckled Mephit, sitting across from the young girl. "You know my name?" "I'm a friend of Tabitha's family. She's very lonely tonight. Would you like to go see her?" "Is she okay?" "Yes, just very shook up. She shouldn't be alone right now." "You're right. Let's go," replied Rose, grabbing her small purse from the table. Mephit followed Rose out of the club, smiling in satisfaction. "Nice car," complimented Rose, caressing the leather seat she sat on. "It's a rental," said Mephit, hoping that the dead body of the previous owner didn't bounce too loudly in the trunk. The demon drove in the general direction of Tabitha's house, but veered off at the last minute onto an abandoned road that ran through the forest surrounding Tabitha's house. "Wrong turn," corrected Rose. "Perhaps," replied Mephit, slowing the black sports car to a stop, then killing the engine. "Uh, why are we stopping?" asked Rose, slowly reaching into her purse for her mace. "We need to have a little talk," whispered Mephit, staring deeply into Rose's nervous eyes. The girl slowly relaxed, her eyes becoming glazed from the demon's hypnotic gaze. Mephit grasped Rose's purse, tossing it towards the back seat. He leaned over Rose, unbuttoning her light blue blouse. The demon rubbed his hands over Rose's breasts, cupping them gently. He kissed the girl softly, his tongue licking across her tender lips. Mephit pulled down the covering of Rose's left tit, bending down to lick the pink nipple as his left hand slid between her thighs to rub her soft white panties. Rose moaned softly, arching her back while Mephit placed her nipple between his polished white teeth. Becoming aroused by the young girl's submissiveness, Mephit raised up her skirt before pulling down her panties to her ankles. He loudly sniffed Rose's virgin pussy, licking the insides of her ripe warm thighs. Rose moaned again, fondling her own small breasts while Mephit licked over the surface of her trembling cunt. Mephit pressed a finger between Rose's cunt lips, sliding it up and down the moist pink flesh as he sucked deeply on her clit. Rose groaned, baring both of her young tits, pinching her nipples as her pussy became wet with sensual excitement. Mephit pushed his mouth inside Rose's quivering slit, extending his long tongue deeply into her vagina. Rose moaned in ecstasy, she smacked her back against the glass of the passenger side door, writhing from Mephit's sucking lips as his mouth rubbed against her cunt. Mephit stopped tongue fucking Rose's cunt hole long enough to reach deep inside his mouth. He slowly withdrew a long black glistening worm that quivered between his fingers. The demon positioned the worm next to Rose's shuddering pussy, watching avidly as the obscene creature slithered inside the panting girl. Rose moaned softly, biting her lower lip while the worm wriggled into her young uterus. "You belong to me now," said Mephit, grabbing a handful of Rose's short black hair, kissing her roughly on her slack lips. The demon rolled Rose onto her hands and knees in her seat, shoving her head and breasts against the glass of the door before he released his cock and shoved it into the young girl's ass. Rose groaned in pain, grimacing as Mephit violated her tight anus, ramming his thick tool into her delicate orifice. Rose's tits were squashed against the cold glass, her hands pressed flat against the window while the demon pumped inside her, slapping her bare buttocks with his hands. "You like it, don't you little whore! You love it!" growled Mephit, his eyes glowing blood- red. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" panted Rose, drool sliding down her trembling chin. Mephit spanked Rose's ass until it was cherry red, wetly slapping his crotch against her small, rounded butt. When the demon felt his orgasm approach, he pulled back on Rose's hair, positioning her face next to his cock before it gushed warm cream all over her lovely, open- mouthed face. "Enough play time. I have an important job for you," said Mephit. "Rose?" called Saul, searching the area where he left her vainly. He sat down heavily on his stool, staring at the full glass that Rose had abandoned. Saul scanned the crowd around him, becoming worried and a little angry at his friend for leaving him. The young man slurped down half of his soda, making up his mind to go home and call his missing companion, when a gorgeous redhead crashed lightly into his table. "Beat it, meathead!" snarled Demona, pushing away an overly amorous Gunner. "Hey, babe! You're kinda old for me, but I'll do ya a favor and give you a shag that only the Gunner Man can give," grinned the big jock. "Save it for the cheerleaders, Bluto!" spat Demona, growling harshly and baring her fangs, scaring the muscular boy away. Saul was starting to leave the table when Demona caught a whiff of Tabitha on him. "Hey! Care to dance?" smiled the succubus, thrusting out one shapely hip and leaning forward daringly. "Uh, I hav'ta go," murmured Saul, his eyes riveted to Demona's tempting cleavage. "Just one dance for the road," urged Demona, grabbing Saul's right hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. Saul was pressed tightly against Demona in the writhing mob of young dancers. Demona wrapped her arms around Saul's neck, rubbing her crotch sensually against his. "Uh, what's your name?" stammered Saul nervously, his nose twitching from the demon's strong musky aura. "Demona. I hope we'll be good friends," breathed the succubus, leaning close to Saul, licking his ear while pressing her soft breasts against his pounding chest. ********************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>