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Witchblade: Demon Gate
by PJ
Chapter 5
Mephit descended from the cloudy night sky, touching down in front of an
abandoned warehouse at the edge of the business district of town. Searching
the darkness for idle watchers, Mephit entered the warehouse by a side door,
his polished shoes echoing in the vast expanse of the building's empty
interior. At the far corner of the huge storage area lay Saul, gagged and
bound, guarded by a bored looking Demona.
"Your charms failed to impress the young man?" inquired Mephit wryly.
"I don't see the Witchblade in your hands, Mephit," snarled Demona. "What's
that tear in your shirt, have a tummy ache?"
"Silence, wench!" growled Mephit, kneeling down briefly to inspect his
captive. "We must be prepared when Tabitha comes. Get in position."
Demona glared at the elder demon before stomping off into the darkness.
Mephit left Saul to check up on his other captive, who sat on the floor of the
warehouse's only office. Sara glanced up at Mephit, who stood smugly over his
attractive prisoner.
"The Witchblade will come to me soon. You can still feel it, can't you?
Let's kill some time while we wait," smiled Mephit, slowly unzipping his
trousers in front of the wide-eyed young woman.
Tabitha rested on her bed while Rose took a hot shower in the adjoining
bathroom. The Witchblade twitched on her hand, tiny tendrils curling and
uncurling.
*I want her.*
"No," whispered Tabitha, "she just had some weird demon thing inside her, I
don't think she wants to play water sports right now."
*Please. I can sense her body from here,* begged the Witchblade. *I want to
taste her.*
"I said no," repeated Tabitha, trying to ignore the warmth growing in her
pussy. The girl and the artifact listened to the shower water as it pelted the
walls and floor of the shower stall. Both of them imagined what Rose looked
like, nude and sensual, her young body begging to be savored and ravished.
Without conscious thought, Tabitha got up from the bed and walked quietly to
the bathroom door. She peeked inside, squinting her eyes in the fog created by
the shower's hot water. Tabitha spotted Rose's short, curvaceous figure
outlined in the glass of the shower door. The bearer watched as Rose rinsed
soap out of her short black hair, running her hands over her scalp. Tabitha
quickly undressed, the Witchblade extending thin tendrils into the air as the
naked girl advanced on the shower, slid the door open, and climbed in behind
Rose.
"What?" gasped Rose, sensing someone behind her.
"It's just me," whispered Tabitha, wrapping her arms around Rose's bare waist,
softly kissing the back of her friend's neck.
"Tabitha, stop," protested Rose weakly, trying to tug herself away from her
amorous companion. Tabitha ignored Rose, instead licking up the girl's spine,
fondling her tight buttocks at the same time. Rose groaned, closing her eyes
in bliss while the Witchblade wrapped a tiny tendril around her neck and
pierced her temple with the sharpened tip. Rose and Tabitha moaned as one as
they shared each other's arousal. Tabitha rubbed one of her fingers inside
Rose's ass crack while she kissed her friend's throat and left shoulder.
"Feels..good," panted Rose, her lips trembling as Tabitha fondled her cunt,
running her fingers over her soft labia. Rose arched her back, thrusting her
small breasts forward and shoving her ass against Tabitha's probing fingers.
The short brunette turned her face to her left to kiss Tabitha passionately on
the lips, the two girls' tongues darting and sliding across each other.
The Witchblade wrapped tendrils around Rose's waist and up her stomach to her
shaking tits. The grey limbs encircled Rose's breasts, teasing her nipples
till she moaned with pleasure.
Tabitha turned Rose to face her, pressing herself forward so they could kiss
long and deeply. The girls' breasts rubbed wantonly against each other while
they probed each other's throats enthusiastically. Tabitha brought up the
Witchblade, sliding it across Rose's tender lips. Rose inhaled her own cunt
scent, opening her mouth for the slithering artifact. The bearer placed a
finger in Rose's mouth, watching as her friend closed her lips around it and
began sucking lewdly upon it. Tabitha slid her crotch against Rose's right
thigh, enjoying the sensation of her pussy caressing her lover's smooth wet
skin. Rose ran her tongue up and down the 'blade armored digit, moaning softly
as she adorned the weapon with her saliva. Heeding the Witchblade's wishes,
Tabitha removed it from Rose's warm mouth and rammed it into the girl's
dripping cunt. Rose groaned sharply, leaning back against the shower wall
while Tabitha pumped the Witchblade in and out of her fuck hole.
"Harder, harder!" demanded Rose, caressing her own slick tits as she thrust
her hips forward towards the Witchblade. Tendrils exploded from the 'blade,
covering Rose's hips, ass, and crotch. The limbs pumped and quivered with
life, the digit in Rose's pussy thickening and throbbing until it filled the
naked girl's vagina, making each thrust a spike of ecstasy in the girl's brain.
Tabitha licked Rose's nipples, rubbing her lips against her friend's hot
flesh. Tabitha shoved the Witchblade into Rose again and again, making the
girl gasp loudly as her orgasm built within her ripe body. The girls kissed
wildly, their mouths locked together when Rose climaxed, covering the
Witchblade in her thick honey. Tabitha removed the Witchblade from Rose's
pussy, rubbing it against her own ass as the artifact absorbed all of Rose's
discharge. Tabitha kissed Rose lightly one more time, then left the shower
stall without a word.
"I didn't know you were into stuff like that," grinned Rose, adjusting her
glasses over her pert nose.
"It's mostly the Witchblade's doing, it feeds on sex," replied Tabitha,
raising the Witchblade for Rose to see.
"What is it?"
"I don't really know. It talks to me, it says that the demons who kidnaped
you want it to open a gateway to Hell."
"Wow. What are you going to do with it?"
"Do you remember where the demons took you. Do they have Saul?"
"I left with the demon called Mephit. After he screwed me in his car, we went
to an abandoned warehouse. He said that Saul would be meeting us there after we
returned with you!"
*Sara is there too,* offered the Witchblade. *She was my previous bearer.*
"Good. We can finish all of this in one play," smiled Tabitha grimly.
Mephit grunted repeatedly as he shoved his cock into Sara's moist pussy. Sara
knelt in a worn office chair, her mouth gagged and her arms bound behind her
back. Her ankles were bound, and her jeans had been lowered to her knees to
allow Mephit to ravage her ass and cunt. Mephit slapped Sara's buttocks,
laughing when she grunted through the gag stuffed in her mouth.
"You like this, don't you? Your pussy feels so tight," growled Mephit, his
eyes glowing red as he fucked his beautiful prisoner's slit. The demon lowered
his left hand to fondle Sara's clit while he thrust over and over into her
pussy, his cock smacking wetly against the helpless young woman's cunt. Mephit
detected Demona's footsteps approaching the office, prompting him to cum
quickly inside Sara's belly.
Sara leaned against the back of the chair she knelt in, sobbing softly while
Mephit zipped up his pants and straightened his disheveled black hair.
"A taxi is coming this way. I saw Tabitha and her friend in it," reported
Demona, glancing enviously at the bound, panty-less woman.
"You know what to do," replied Mephit, adjusting his black silk suit vest.
Demona nodded, melding back into the shadows of the warehouse.
"The Witchblade will be mine, sweet Sara, then you shall watch as the whole
world burns," chuckled the demon happily.
"I don't think they could have picked a creepier place," remarked Tabitha,
looking up at the crumbling face of the warehouse. Dark clouds rolled across
the sky, occasionally flashing with a tongue of lightning.
"How do we get in?" asked Rose nervously, adjusting the satchel over her left
shoulder.
*How about the front door?*
"Not very subtle," retorted Tabitha.
*I'll protect you.*
"Well, you haven't let me down yet," shrugged Tabitha, marching brazenly
towards the warehouse's main doors. Rose tentatively followed after her
friend, unzipping the satchel and sliding a hand inside.
Tabitha climbed the short flight of steps leading to the main entrance. She
briefly touched the double doors with the Witchblade, allowing it to extend
tendrils into the keyhole. The doors clicked sharply, signaling Tabitha to
open them. The doors creaked inwards loudly, the rusted hinges sending harsh
echos into the building's black interior. The gems in the Witchblade emitted a
bright white radiance, allowing the two girls to examine the barren interior.
Tabitha led the way inside, walking several dozen paces into the room before
the doors slammed shut behind them. Rose tugged on the door bars, failing to
even budge the reinforced portals.
*The demons are using magic.*
"Great," grunted Tabitha, just before a glowing web of green light slapped
over her and Rose.
Demona fell from the ceiling, landing next to Tabitha, then punching the girl
in the stomach. Tabitha groaned as she fell to one knee, the air knocked from
her lungs. Rose withdrew a glass vial from her satchel, quickly opening it and
splashing the contents over Demona. The succubus screamed as the holy water
seared her skin. She staggered away from her spell web, trying desperately to
wipe the burning water from her arms. Tabitha used the Witchblade to cut
through the web, jumping out from under it to point at the writhing demon. The
Witchblade spat plasma on Demona, engulfing her in green flames. Demona
screeched as her flesh melted from her bones, her eyes melting in their sockets
until her skeleton collapsed and shattered like broken glass.
A blue lightning bolt cracked from Tabitha's left. The Witchblade barely had
time to armor its bearer before the bolt smashed into Tabitha's side and hurled
her away from Demona's smoldering remains. The Witchblade covered Tabitha in
complete body armor as Mephit threw one lightning bolt after another at the
young girl, marching towards her angrily the entire time. The Witchblade
released another plasma bolt, the stream of green fire washing over a spell
shield that surrounded Mephit in a globe-shaped shell. Mephit summoned a blade
of glistening black material, raising it slowly before slashing down at
Tabitha. The young girl blocked the sword blow with her left arm, blue sparks
gushing from the impact of blade against armor. The Witchblade formed a sword
in Tabitha's right hand, prompting her to stab at the demon. Mephit parried
the attack, raining more blows on his adversary. The Witchblade screamed in
Tabitha's mind when Mephit penetrated its hide, cutting into the girl's left
side. Tabitha's blood stained her flank as she staggered away from the demon.
Mephit smiled in triumph just as sirens began wailing outside the warehouse.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, I called the cops before I came here," grinned
Tabitha mischievously.
"You fucking bitch," snarled Mephit, raising his sword to kill the girl before
him.
"Abandon all weapons and come out with your hands in the air!" roared a voice
from a car speaker.
Mephit hesitated briefly, glancing in the direction of the announcer, allowing
Tabitha the opportunity to circle around him and to sprint towards Rose. The
demon growled in exasperation, throwing two lightning bolts at his retreating
opponent. The Witchblade deflected the bolts, bouncing them harmlessly into
the ceiling. With Mephit in pursuit, Tabitha grabbed Rose's hand and dragged
her towards the warehouse doors. Mephit accidently blasted the doors open when
he missed Tabitha with yet another lightning strike. Cops blocked the
warehouse entrance in a broad arc, using their cars as shields while they
trained pistols and rifles on everyone standing before them.
"Freeze! Hands in the air, now!"
Tabitha and Rose dived to the ground as Mephit strode boldly into the glow of
headlights and flashing strobes, lightning coiled around his clenched hands.
"Vermin," snarled Mephit, raising his glowing hands towards the policemen.
"Fire!" ordered the squad leader.
The cracks of pistol and rifle fire roared in the girls' ears as dozens of
rounds punched into Mephit's body. He staggered backwards, black blood
exploding from his ruined suit. Mephit screamed with fury, bending forward to
clutch his bleeding belly. In the blink of an eye, Mephit transformed into a
huge winged monster with burly clawed arms and wide red leather wings.
The police gaped in horror, maintaining their gun barrage. Bullet wounds
closed shut and healed as fast as the cops could inflict fresh wounds on the
roaring demon. Mephit extended one claw, casting a fireball at one police car.
The vehicle exploded, sending the ruined car and several bodies high into the
air.
"Sir! Air National Guard chopper is in the area!" screamed a young beat cop.
"Get that fucker here now!" shouted the squad leader while an officer next to
him pumped shotgun blasts into the advancing demon.
"The Witchblade," snarled Mephit, reaching down to where Tabitha and Rose
cringed fearfully. Tabitha watched the demon grope towards her, forcing her to
aim the Witchblade at the monster's chest. Plasma fire washed over Mephit,
harmlessly passing over his indestructible shield. Mephit laughed at Tabitha's
weak defense, the shadow of his claw falling over both prone girls.
The whip of rotary blades announced the arrival of the combat chopper. A red
laser beam flashed on Mephit's wide, red-skinned chest just before a hail of
cannon fire flashed from the airship's gun pods. Mephit screamed in pain when
shells ripped into his torso, cutting bloody chunks of flesh from his body. As
the demon raised his claw to hurl magic, the gun ship fired another salvo,
blasting a hole right through Mephit's back.
*Grab Rose,* ordered the Witchblade, levitating the girls and blasting them
away from the mortally wounded Mephit. Tabitha held onto her friend tightly as
they shot up into the sky, witnessing the entire battle panorama from a bird's
eye view.
Mephit stumbled backwards as the airship roared past him. He clutched the
gaping hole in his torso, staring up hatefully at Tabitha with his smoldering
red eyes. Mephit's snarl turned into a acidic smile before his body
transformed into a pillar of greasy black smoke that drifted away on the wind.
The Witchblade glided back towards the warehouse, traveling across the roof
until it found a spot to smash through. The artifact landed in front of the
office where Sara was held, then it retracted its body armor, reducing itself
to the size of a small bracelet on Tabitha's wrist.
"Wait here," said Tabitha to Rose, slowly entering the musky smelling cubicle.
Sara rested within a torn chair, her eyes puffy from crying, her clothes
tattered and filthy. Tabitha used the edge of the Witchblade to cut Sara free,
then grasped her right hand tightly, waiting while the Witchblade uncoiled and
moved to its original bearer's arm.
"Thank you," nodded Sara, raising her arm to examine the Witchblade ruefully.
"It saved my life, although I think it's a little too friendly," giggled
Tabitha.
"You noticed," smiled Sara. "I better go."
*Good-bye, Tabitha,* murmured the Witchblade in Tabitha's mind. *It's been
fun.*
"Take care," replied Tabitha, stroking the sharp grey gauntlet wistfully.
Sara moved a few paces away from Tabitha before turning her face to the
ceiling. The Witchblade covered her in body armor before it hurled into the
air, smashing through the thin ceiling panels as it shot off into the night.
Tabitha stared at the hole in the ceiling, then returned to Rose, who stared
anxiously at her companion.
"What was that noise?"
"The Witchblade making an exit."
"Do we wait for the cops?"
"Let's leave through a side door. Mom would really get mad if cops brought me
home."
"What about Saul?"
"The police can take him home."
Tabitha let Rose lead the way out, her body drained and shaking with
exhaustion. As Rose opened a service entrance and glanced around for watchers,
Tabitha scratched the back of her neck, where a single grey barb hung in her
flesh.
The End.
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