Shokushu High School

Ten years.

As I stood on the hillside, overlooking what little remained of the school, I was again struck by the fact that it had actually been ten whole years since I had been here last. Since my world came crashing down around my ears, and I was forever changed by a creature of legend.

A demon.

Mollinar the Corruptor, to be exact.

Oh, I didn't know his name at the time. Back then, I was just scared little Alison Haney. Sixteen years old, shipped off to the Sacred Heart school because I had a bad attitude. All I knew it that I liked other girls, I mean I really liked them, and my family thought I was some kind of freak.

But I never knew what a freak really was. Not before Mollinar.

At the time, none of us knew where he came from, or why the Mother Superior seemed to be working with him. I just remember freaking out when Mr. big, bad, and ugly appeared on stage, waving his tentacles and laughing like he owned the place. And all of us. Which, it turns out, he did.

We couldn't fight him. There was no way. We were locked in, and there was no way to stop the demon from doing to me, and to everyone else, what I had only read about in books. He fucked me like there was no tommorrow, and I came so many times I lost count. Fact it, I think I even lost consciousness a few times. I couldn't fight him then and I didn't want to anyway, because I liked what he did to me.

Not the rape. At the time, I hated that. But when he was inside of me, I felt a connection to the forces of darkness I had never even imagined before. He had power, unlike anything I had ever dreamed of, and I wanted...no, I needed, to feel that power flowing through my veins again.

That's why I'm here. Why Amber and Meghan and Tracy are here. Though they don't know it. I told them we ought to come here, to what was left of the Sacred Heart school, because it was surging with the magic energies we need to cast our spell. We are Wiccans, you see, witches. They're more of wanna-blessed-be's, really, with no powers to speak of, but me...I'm different. Thanks to Mollinar, I'm a whole lot more.

I first noticed it when I woke up in the hospital, a couple of days after the demon's rampage. My head was tingling inside. It didn't hurt, exactly, it just felt funny. Then that nurse, a redhead, came into the room to give me meds, and I remember thinking she was really cute. In fact, I said to myself I wanted to see her breasts. They looked really big and ripe through her uniform, and they made me horny. The next thing I knew this pretty redhead was stripping right in front of my, and soon I got to see those big melons up close. I sucked them, I squeezed them, and pretty soon I'd gotten her off just from that...she buried her head in my neck to keep from screaming.

Afterwards, I told her to take off the rest of her clothes, and she did. I told her to lock the door, which she did, so I could finish what I started. I threw her down on the bed, took off my own clothes, and proceeded to eat her out for the rest of the afternoon. She was thrashing and screaming into my pillow, and I realized it was all because of me. I had gotten more than a really good lay out of Mollinar, I had somehow developed the very magic powers I'd always wanted but could never master. I finished off the nurse and sent her away, then I used my influence to bring in a girl who was visiting someone in the next room. I fucked her, then her mother in the room beside me, most every nurse on the floor, and every other woman I came in contact with.

Ever since then, I've been honing my abilities. Increasing strength and range. I'd always suspected there was a link between magic and sex. I just never knew it was strong. I can make people do whatever I want them too, particularly if there is sex involved, directly or indirectly. I've felt up strangers on the street, gotten off people on buses while I blanked out the minds of the people watching, and once convinced an entire aerobics class to take part in the single wildest lesbian orgy in recent history.

But believe it or not, that still wasn't enough for me.

Using my powers, I took out a huge loan from the local bank, one I had no intention of paying back of course, and set out to travel the world. My family never even knew I was gone, I made sure of that. I spent years going from one so-called mystic to another, learning anything and everything they would teach me. I came to understand the power I possessed--it was not something I had received from Mollinar, but rather something his attention had brought out of me, an inborn ability I never even knew existed. I also realized I could do so much more than simply will women into bed with me, though of course I continued to do that as well.

I returned to Europe at length, where I searched for, and eventually found, some of the ancient manuscripts which revealed the secrets of demonkind. Rituals and sacrifices. Soul-bonding and enmpowering. Everything I could have possibly wanted to know, and so much more. I learned about the origin of the Sisters of the Sacred Heart, how they were formed by a forgotten nun to fight Mollinar and his kin. About the hellgate located beneath the school and the rituals that could be used to open it, for one night only or forever.

I also learned that the authorities has demolished the school, which was perfect. It had been abandoned and all but forgotten for so long, I would have all the privacy I needed to carry out my plans. A month ago, I became aware of a rare stellar alignment which only occured once every thousand years, which could be used to open the hellgate. If I timed it right, I could release Mollinar back into the world without risking the freedom of the other demons, and in that respect hopefully earn the gratitude of the Corruptor.

So I found a Wicca group, and used my powers to gain acces to its inner circle. Amber, Meghan, and Tracy had no choice but to listen to me. I strongly suggested, okay I insisted, we use the Scared Heart as a focal point to draw on the energies of the stellar alignment in order to make contact with the spirit world. The poor fools never suspected I had something else in mind for them all.

"Hey, Diana."

It takes me a moment to realize she's talking to me. I only changed my name after I left my last mystic tutor, and I am still getting used to being called Diana. I changed it mainly because the rest of me changed as well, like my new short black hair and the tight black leather I've taken to wearing.

"Are you coming, or what?"

It's Meghan...a twenty-something redhead who looks just like her twin sister, Tracy. They're both shorter than me, and nowhere near as built, but I guess they're kind of cute. I'd do her. Then again, I did my mom's best female friend in the living room one night, while mom was in the kitchen, just for the hell of it.

"Right behind you, Meg." I follow her down the hill, into the ruins of my old school. I can still see bits and pieces of the old buildings here and there, but most of it is long gone.

We find Tracy sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a spell book in her laps. Beside her is a pretty young black girl, Amber. From what I can tell, Amber is nineteen years old and has even less Wiccan knowledge that the twins. I don't really know why she was in the group at all, but the fact that she had a small supple body with firm breasts, and a tendency to wear clothes which accentuated her chest--whether she knew it or not--made me horny enough that it was a constant challenge for me to not use my powers and just take her.

"Hi sis." Tracy smiles. "Di, you were right. There really is a pentagram here." She unknowingly gestured to a large carving in the ground, the physical manifestation of the hellgate. "That ought to make the spell we're going to cast a whole lot easier. Good call."

I shrug my shoulders. "Like I said, I know all about this place." I look up as the sky starts to go black. "We'd better get moving. The eclipse has begun already, and if we don't start the spell..."

Tracy nods. "Good point. Gather round, everybody."

Meghan and I take our places. I'm careful to make sure I'm sitting just outside the edge of the pentagram, because I know what's going to happen, but the others aren't so lucky. Too bad. I let Tracy take the lead...in terms of Wiccan she is the senior here, though my powers dwarf any spells she may have cast in her time. Better to give the others a false sense of security in what we're about to do.

"Close your eyes," Tracy tells us. "And repeat after me."

She, Meghan and Amber all begin speaking the Latin ritual I 'translated' for them. Fortunately, none of them know it's not a passageway to the netherrealms spell at all. It's actually a summoning spell, combined with a cantrip that, I hope, will temporarily open the hellgate. I can only hope that Mollinar is somewhere nearby on the other side, or it could all be for nothing. While they're doing all the work for me I inwardly cast a few spells of my own, mostly for the sake of self-preservation...when Mollinar emerges he's likely to be angry, and horny, and if I haven't taken steps to protect myself then I could fall prey to his influence once more, and that's not what I want. He's going to be here on my terms, this time. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

"It's working," I hear Tracy whisper. "I can feel the power building all around us."

Little do they realize, the shaking of the ground is not simply in their minds. I'm the only one whose eyes are still open, and I can see the pentagram glowing. It is working. The hellgate is starting to open, and even if my friends did figure out what was going on, it's probably too late. Once a spell of this magnitude has been cast only a mystic with powers far greater than even my own would be able to stop it.

Tracy's eyes snap open. She gasps. "No, wait! Something's wrong!"

I'm surprised. I never expected any of these amatuers to be so perceptive. Not that it matters.

"We have to stop," Tracy says. The ground is really shaking now. "We have to..."

She never gets to finish her sentence, for the ground around my three fellow witches suddenly erupts in a surging pillar of blue-white flame rising miles into the air. They are engulfed, and I can hear them screaming, but I'm out of harms way. I knew how a hellgate would react when it opened. I'd never seen it, of course, but from all my studies, I knew, and as it finally happened in front of me, I thought it was absolutely beautiful.

All of the sudden, everything stops. The very air seems to ripple, and the flames are drawn down into the hellgate, and I realize the spell has ended. The tear in time and space has been healed, the world is safe again, and as a wall of steam starts to disippate I realize we are no longer alone.

Someone, or rather something, is standing in the middle of the smoldering pentagram. A massive, inhuman shape, a creature...and then my mind turns inside out, as I realize it's not Mollinar. It's a demon, all right, but not the black- skinned, ten foot tall monster I remember.

This one is smaller, perhaps eight feet tall, but considerably more massive than a human of the same height would likely be. He--or it, I'm not sure which is correct--has dark blue skin. It's shiny, almost like metal but not quite, and he has two arms and two legs, albeit thicker and far more muscular than any human body-builder could ever hope to acheive. His head is vaguely human-like, but his features are longer and more angular...intense is the word I'd use to describe them. He has a single eye in the middle of his forehead, blood-red, no nose, and a mouth with at least four fangs I can see peeking out from under his leathery lips.

Pulling my gaze, finally, away from the demon's face, I see Meghan and the others. He, I'm going to go with that, I think, it just feels right, has produced snake-like tentacles from his back. They have bound the wrists of the Wiccan girls I'd pretended to befriend, and lifted them off their feet, while others tear at their clothes and explore whatever parts of their bodies they can reach. They're squirming and moaning and crying, trying desperately to get away, but I can tell from the look on the demon's face they don't have a chance.

As he spreads their legs, preparing other tentacles to feed, I step forward and clear my throat to draw the demon's attention. He turns, his eye narrowing as he sees me, and his tentacles hesitate as well. I know what he's planning to do, and what's more I'm looking forward to it, but I don't want this creature to have his fun until I know how my own plans have gone so awry. I want to know what went wrong.

The way the demon glares at me sends a chill down my spine. Not like Mollinar, who I was still in awe of after all this time, but in a different, more primal way. Not that I was afraid of this creature before me, rather it was more of an instinctive reaction to something unknown or monstrous. I steel my nerve and take a step closer, and I notice the demon is watching me the whole time. He seems to be waiting for something.

I realize he's waiting for me to speak...to beg for my life, or the lives of my friends. He's probably also waiting to get a sample of human language, so he can translate it and learn to speak like us. Demons, after all, communicate in ways we can't really comprehend. I decide it's time to pose my question.

"Who are you?"

I can see his lips moving, tasting the words, trying them out for himself. I'm a little surprised he's adapted so fast, I was under the impression most demons were not that creative or intelligent. Then again, after everything I've been through in my life, I guess nothing should come as a surprise.

"K...Kr..." His words are guttural, barely recognizable really, but it's coming along. "Kronos."

I can't tell if that is actually his name, or just the closest approximation the English language is able to produce. It doesn't matter though, now that the demon can understand and respond, I should be able to get some answers out of him. I keep my gaze locked with his as I step closer.

"Okay, Kronos. You're not suppose to be here. Where did you come from?"

The demon sneers, baring his double set of fangs. In spite of myself, I feel a shudder. "You do not fear me?" With only a few words his voice has already adapted, it sound more masculine and almost...charismatic, in a way. It is the voice of inhuman power radiating through his veins. "Do you?"

I shake my head. Meghan and Tracy, I notice, have stopped struggling and crying. I wonder if it's out of fear or the sudden realization of what is going to happen to them. The demon's intentions were obvious, after all. Amber is not moving at all, and I can see she has passed out, which is probably for the best.

"I am called Diana. It was I who arranged for the opening of the hellgate." I pause. "Though, to be honest, I was not expecting you to emerge, but rather the one called Mollinar."

Kronos' eyes narrow at the mention of the name. "The Corruptor? You are a servant of his?"

"An ally," I reply. "Had he appeared here, I would have offered my knowledge and services to him." I smile. "Since you are here, I suppose I could offer the same arrangement to you, instead."

Kronos licks his lips, and several other tentacles erupt from his back and sides. They shoot through the air, with a velocity too fast to follow, but their destination is, of course, me. I was prepared for this, however, and cannot help but smile when the demon's tentacles strike an unseen barrier inches from my body, and recoil. He draws the limbs back into his body, and looks me up and down.

"Magic?"

I nod. "A minor protection spell. I wouldn't Mollinar, or you, taking advantage of me before I have a chance to tell you of my plans." I smile. "Or my desires."

Kronos appears to be impressed by my words, and my forthrightness. Lieing to demons is a dangerous business, I know. As creatures of darkness and deceit, they have the ability to see it in others, and if I was any less capable than I act he would know it and would have already found a way around my spell.

The demon turns his attention from me then, to his three captives. He lowers Meghan and Tracy to the ground, on their backs, and uses other tentacles to spread their legs. Amber, he lays on her stomach, across an upturned pillar I assume is left over from the school. The twins begin to whimper and cry again, as the demon's tentacles carress the cheeks of their asses, and probe their heaving breasts.

Kronos glances once more at me, taking in my own ragged breathing and flushed face. He must be able to sense I am aroused, and he smiles. He leaves Amber, who is still unconscious, where she lays and moves into place behind Tracy and Meghan, who look up at him and scream. The demon thrusts two thick tentacles up into their pussies with no warning, they arch their backs and cry out at the painful intrusion.

He then begins to fuck the twins in earnest, in moments sending them thrashing and wailing in the first of a series of mind-shattering orgasms. Each time they cum, they flood his tentacles with their juices, he draws it into his own body to absorb the innate mystical power, and becomes stronger. The more they produce, the harder he fucks them, and the harder he fucks them, the more they produce.

I cannot help but notice that Kronos has left Amber untouched thusfar. Either he finds her unsuitable, for reasons even I don't understand, or else he just is saving her for later. But hearing the squishing sounds of tentacles fucking Meghan and Tracy I get horny, and I don't want to masturbate because it would probably let my guard down. Instead, I get an idea, and I decide to test my powers, and the demon's. I walk up to Amber and caress her cheek, using some of my influence to cause her to wake up.

Amber's warm, soft brown eyes open to the sight of her two friends being raped by a horrible monster. She opens her mouth to scream, only to have her voice cut off by my putting my shaved pussy into her face. I hike up my skirt, look down at her, and sneer. "Do me." When she doesn't move, I 'push' her. "Do me. Now!" My breath catches in my throat as I abruptly feel her tongue scrape against my senstive clit...and right into my pussy. I toss my head back and moan with pleasure as she begins to nervously tongue-fuck me. "Oh yeah!"

I can feel Kronos' gaze upon me as Amber's unskilled, but still magnificently limber, tongue brings me closer and closer to orgasm. It's quite a thrill to be watched during sex, especially by a creature like Kronos. It's enough to get me off right then and there, and I don't bother to hold back my throaty scream. I can feel Amber's head shake as she starts to cry but I ignore it. I don't care about her, I never did. My own needs have been satisfied now, and that is the important thing. Shoving Amber away, I turn to Kronos.

"Take her." The demon cocks his head as I wipe the spittle from my lips. "I'm done." From the look on his face, I'd say Kronos is confused and amused. He's probably heard stories about humans, particularly us females, how we are supposed to be easily cowed by a demon's power. We are supposed to scream and run and try to get away, not stand and watch, or more to the point actively participate, in the rape of our own people. Then again I'd wager Kronos has never met a human being quute like me.

Kronos shrugs aside Meghan and Tracy, who have apparently passed out from nearly constant orgasms, and I hear a satisfying pop as the tentacles dislodge from their sore, distended pussies. He then reaches out with several more tentacles, which he uses to snare Amber and drag her toward him. She screams and thrashes, but the tentacles aren't so easily broken, especially not by a terrified young girl.

"Help me, Diana!" she wails. "Please!"

I look on in amusement, as Kronos lifts Amber off the ground and spreads her legs. He glances at me, which is an interesting development, and I nod. He rams a tentacle deep into Amber's exposed pussy and she screams so loud it would probably raise the dead if any had been buried in this place. But the only thing here are memories, of another day, another demon, and another screaming, helpless girl. Me.

Amber is bounced breathlessly on Kronos' tentacle, her huge, brown breasts heaving and shaking like two mounds of dark jello. The black girl's nipples are rock-hard, and the tortured screams she produces as Kronos rips away her innocence one moment, and brings her to orgasm the next, are music to my ears.

I sit down on a piece of stone, what's left of one of the statues that used to stand out in front of the Sacred Heart I think, and wait for Kronos to finish with Amber. Her fucks her hard, and deep, I can practically see a bulge from his tentacle going all the way into her belly, and she cums so many times I lose count. I cum a few more times too, as I am compelled to shove my hand under my skirt and finger-fuck myself.

Finally, Amber screams once more and then slumps forward, unconscious. Her firm young body is drenched with sweat, and she slips out of Kronos' grip as he releases her, and turns to me. The demon's eye narrows, as once again he looks me up and down, then shakes his monstrous head.

I stand, straightening up my skirt. "Now then, I have questions..."

"As do I," Kronos says. "What business could a human female possibly have with the Corruptor?"

"That's between me and Mollinar," I reply. "By the way, where is he? As I understand it, he was last seen going into the hellgate with a human girl by the name of Jesse Stone. I assumed he would be waiting around the hellgate for an opportunity to escape again. Instead, I find...you."

Kronos growls. "Watch your tongue, mortal. I may not be able to harm you physically, but I can assure you, I have many other ways at my disposal. I am of the higher order, the demonrace, and you will treat me with the dignity that I deserve, or else I will make certain you suffer unending torment."

I have to remember my powers of influence will not work on a demon. As such, the angrier he gets, the more it is likely he actually will find a way to harm me. Besides, I haven't spent these last few years planning for this day only to screw it up now. Though Mollinar is not here my goal of demonic power is still the same, and if I have to kiss up to this Kronos character to get what I want, then so be it.

"Forgive me." I lower my head, but not my eyes. I want to watch him closely, just in case. "I meant no disrespect. I am just somewhat disappointed. I was hoping to speak with the Corruptor himself."

Kronos nods. "Sadly, that is a pleasure neither of us can ever have again. For Mollinar, one of the shadow lords of the whole of demonrealm, is dead."

"But how?" I try not to look as stunned as I feel, but I know I've failed a the look of disdain on Kronos' face. "I was under the impression demons were indestructible. Especially in your own realm."

"Under normal circumstances, that is certainly true. With Mollinar particularly, for though he was a minor lord in the scheme of things, he possessed strength many of the rest of us can never hope to attain." Kronos frowns. "But it turns out his travels on Earth ultimately proved to be his downfall. The human female he brought back with him was an irresistible lure to the others. One after another, thousands upon thousands of demons ravaged her, each giving a portion of his own life-energy to the female to sustain her. Over time this energy combined with the very power of the demonrealm itself, and brought about a metamorphosis in the female. She turned into a demigorge--part demon and part human, yet with strength and powers surpassing either. She continued to grow stronger, eventually killing a number of her attackers before seeking revenge on the Corruptor himself."

I blink, several times in succession, as I try to take it all in. Little Jesse Stone, a girl I had known, turning into one of the most powerful creatures in the demonrealm? I shake my head. "She killed Mollinar?" Kronos nods. "But what about you? Why were you hanging around the hellgate?"

Kronos shakes his head. "It was sheer chance. I happened to be passing by and I saw the hellgate ripple, and I realized someone on the other side was attempting to open it. I stepped closer, to investigate, and the next thing I know I am here. On this plane. With so many delectable little morsels all around me. Your doing, I suppose?" Now it's my turn to nod. "A gift for Mollinar?"

"One you have helped yourself to." I look around at Meghan and the others. "Though I don't blame you."

Kronos lashes out one of his tentacles and attempts onne again to grab me, but the results are the same as before, it recoils from my protective barrier. He withdraws it. "No human would dare to summon a demon without insanity, or desire. What prize is it you sought from the Corruptor, in exchange for his freedom?"

I smile. "Power." Before he told me what happened to Jesse, I wasn't even sure if what I wanted was truly possible or not. Now, of course, I knew it was. "True, demonic power."

"It seems Mollinar truly lived up to his title of Corruptor. I am impressed." Kronos smiles. "Can I assume you are willing to make the same offer to me?"

"I am. I will provide you with more sources of energy like these..." I gesture at Amber and the others. "...as well as knowledge of the people and dangers of this world. In exchange, when you are able, I wish to be granted the power I seek. Is this within the scope of your capabilities?"

Kronos nods. "It is. I accept your terms, human. I will ally myself with you...for now."

Behind him, Tracy and Meghan and Amber begin to thrash and moan, even though they are all still unconscious as far as I can tell. Upon closer inspection, I can see their stomachs have swollen considerably, it looks as if each one is nearly nine months pregnant. And something is moving within them.

I glance up at Kronos. "What's going on?"

The demon smiles. "I have implanted them with my seed. It is time to see whether or not they are suitable, for the task of carrying my spawn. If so, I shall have offspring to assist me here on your world. If not..." He shrugs his huge shoulders. "...then their lives are forfeit. Either way, it soon will be time."

I turn back to the other girls, fascinated by this turn of events. I already knew from my studies that not all demons perform the same actions when it comes to humans. Some, like Mollinar, corrupt the human mind and simply use a body for its own physical pleasure. Others, like Kronos here, are willing to sacrifice the body in order to use it as a host for his demon offspring. Fascinating. I have never seen a child, human or otherwise being born, and this should be a new and exciting experience I will get to take part in again and again.

Amber arches her back and screams, suddenly awake, as thighs begin to tremble and jerk. Something is beginning to force its way out of her pussy--a slimy, semi-transparent tentacle, as big around as a human arm. The thing it is a part of is several times larger than any human baby could ever be, and in order to force its way out of Amber's body it must make the opening from which it emerges larger. I hear first cartilage, and then bone, strain and finally crack under the uneding pressure, and with a last shrill scream of agony the girl shudders and dies. Still the mass of slime and tentacles continues to ooze and squish its way free--until, at long last, it lands in a quivering mass at the feet of it's demonic 'father', who smiles. But the demon's smile turns to an angry scowl, as Meghan and Tracy both lose the will to live prior to the birth of their 'children', and with their lifeforces lost the demonspawn within them also fade out of existence. Thus only one new demon-thing was spawned...this time.

Kronos holds out his hand, and the slimy creature extends upward, surrounding his wrist like a living bracelet. It's mass continues to change as I watch, flowing and churning over the length of his arm, until it finally grows still as a series of armor-like plates and razor-sharp spikes around his wrist. "Excellent. A few more of these, and I will be at my peak strength for the first time in centuries."

"This is how you get your power?" I ask. "Through your offspring? And any women will do?"

Kronos shakes his head. "Hardly. As you have seen, some females cannot bear the strain of a demon-spawn. But, I suspect at least some of your race will suffice, as did this dark-skinned one."

I smile. "Then let's go. I want to introduce you to some people. I think you'll like them."

I remembered seeing an RV parked on the side of the road, when I drove us up to the hills near where the remains of the Sacred Heart school was located. A father, a mother, and three daughters, all of them younger than I was, and I knew they would have no chance of standing against us.

I was, of course, right.

Only a few minutes after Kronos and I arrived at their campsite, I was riding the face of the father. It had been the simplest task to take control of his mind, and I soon discovered that he had quite an experienced tongue, he brought me to several shuddering orgasms in no time at all.

Nearby, I could both see and hear Kronos having some fun of his own.

The demon had stripped the mother, a pleasant enough looking thirty-something year old, and laid her on her back across a portable metal table. He spread her legs, and proceeded to fuck the busty brunette with several of his thick tentacles. She was thrashing and moaning weakly as her sweaty body arched from one orgasm after another, while a number of other tentacles saw to her daughters as well.

The oldest of them, a dark-haired eighteen year old, had been out with her parents when Kronos attacked. She had tried to make it back to the RV, screaming--but as fast as she was Kronos was faster. The demon's tentacles quickly caught the nubile young woman and shredded her clothes, then squeezed and kneaded her big breasts while slapping her face-first against the door of the RV as they fucked her from behind.

Another girl, sixteen or seventeen, with somewhat lighter hair, had stuck her head out the window to see what was going on when all the screaming started. One of Kronos' tentacles found its mark and wrapped around her neck, she screamed wildly as it dragged her outside and stripped her bare. The helpless young beauty was then bent over a big rock and had several thick tentacles pounding into her pussy, stealing her innocence.

The youngest girl apparently locked herself in the RV soon after we arrived, but the open window proved to be an irresistible lure for Kronos. He released the slimy little demon-spawn Amber had only recently given birth to, sent it into the RV, and then returned to fucking the mother and her two daughters. Within a few minutes the tiny demon returned through the window--dragging along behind it a sweaty, naked fourteen girl with slimy tentacles filling her mouth, her perfect ass, and her hairless, formerly virgin pussy.

Kronos sweeps the young girl up into his tentacles and proceeds to brutally fuck her as well, while his spawn then returns to its place on his arm. The demon draws his tentacles inward and drops the four women on the ground, side by side. They are all naked and sweaty, and still being raped repeatedly, yet they still try to reach out to one another is a pathetic attempt to stop what is happening to them.

I lick my lips, a part of me imagining I'm the one in there, on the end of this thick blue members, then I'm brought back to reality when I hear the father beginning to stir behind me. Too late, I realize I've let my concentration lapse, and my control over his mind is fading, if it isn't gone already. And while he is certainly no threat to either of us, in any reasonable sense, it's likely he will get in the way until we've dealt with him.

So, I grab a hatchet he had probably brought along to cut firewood, and I approach him from the front. I make sure to remain between him and his family, so he can't see what is going on and react in some unexpected way to disarm or even hurt me. I smile in what I hope is a fairly innocent manner although, to be honest, I haven't truly innocent in a very long time, and hold the hatchet behnd my back.

"Hey mister, are you okay?" I use my squeaky little girl's voice. For some reason it seems to drive men wild, and I can sometimes get away with things by using it, rather than my powers.

He sits up and rubs his forehead. "I have this strange taste in my mouth..."

"Strange in a bad way?" I ask, my fingers tightening around the handle of the hatchet.

"I'm not sure." He looks up at me and frowns. "I just...hey, who are you? Where's my family?"

I glance over my shoulder. "Do you really want to know?" He nods, so I step out of the way just in time for him to witness his wife and three young daughters succumbing to yet another screaming simultaneous orgasm courtesy of the talented tentacles of Kronos. I inch around behind him as he lurches to his feet.

"What the fuck? Mary, Tina...oh my God! Sarena! Angie!"

I see Kronos withdraw his tentacles, and snarl angrily at the man. "Never mention that name!" Demons do not like to be exposed to anything religous, that is one of the most consistent things I found in all my studies. Crosses have little or no effect on them, they aren't vampires after all, but other things like holy water and the mention of certain religous names, seem to cause them actual pain. "Where is your precious savior when you need him most? He can't even save these worthless little bitches!"

Their stomachs have already begun to distend, and swell like balloons. I shake my head. It's going to happen soon, I can feel it, and so can the father apparently. He picks up a steak fork from the grill and charges Kronos, which has to be one of the stupidest moves I have seen in a very long time. The demon doesn't even bother to acknowledge an approaching enemy--he merely snakes out one of his tentacles and wraps it around the man's neck, which he breaks like so much kindling, and casually tosses the man's lifeless corpse aside.

I'm impressed. I drop the hatchet, and watch as slimy tentacles begin to emerge from the pussy of the youngest of the three girls. She thrashes and screams in her death-throes, as the demon-spawn is born. It appears she is going to succeed where the rest of her family fails, for her mother and her two sisters have already ceased breathing. Giving life to the demon-spawn is apparently a very rare, fatal occurence.

Kronos lowers his bare arm as the spawn finally squeezes its way free of the girl's now lifeless body, and takes an identical position as the first, on his opposite arm. The demon flexes his massive muscles and sneers when the two little creatures have finally taken shape as spiked, plated armor.

"It seems you were correct," he says to me. "I enjoyed these people immensely."

"Listen. If you liked this..." I smiled. "...then you'll love what's waiting for us back at my place."

I've been living more or less on my own, almost since Mollinar.

My parents and I had never really gotten along, and things only got worse when I turned twelve and announced that I was only interested in other girls. As a result my parents--in their not so infinite wisdom--came up with a brilliant idea...shipping me off to a boarding school with only girls around. If I had ever questioned my sexuality before then I would have no doubts afterward, and I even lost my virginity there...to Mollinar, though.

Since the Corruptor's attack I had only seen my parents a handful of times. They visited me in the hospital, for the first couple of days at least, until we got into a big fight after they caught me making out with one of the nurses and basically disowned me. I didn't see or hear from them again over the next few years, until my dad died and I was not able to get back home for the funeral. It didn't bother me, though I never let on, and since I moved back to Europe, I had very little contact with my mom and two sisters.

Using some of the money I had accrued over the years I bought a small apartment building and settled into the top floor, where I used my powers to bring home various girls home for nights of passion until I finally grew bored. So I advertised for roommates, which I didn't really need to do of course, and eventually chose two good-looking girls from all of the dozens of hopefuls who responded.

Twenty one year old Sharon Taylor is an actress, or so she says. I've never seen anything she's done, and every day she insists that day is going to be her big break. I doubt it.

Twenty three year old Jennifer Skye is a waitress and an aspiring writer. She's only had one story published, but is confident that's going to change. I'm pretty sure she's wrong.

Using the van Meghan and the other Wiccans brought to the Sacred Heart ruins, I drive us back to my apartment, a rather uncomfortable and angry looking Kronos scrunched in the passenger seat. I don't have to worry about anyone freaking when they see him as we arrive, either, demons are capable of making themselves imperceptible to anyone they wish. He shifts to an invisible--to everyone else, at least--state as we leave the van and head up the stairs to my loft, where I can hear music through the closed door.

"Jen!" I shout as I slip inside. "Can you please turn it down a few thousand decibels?"

The curvy young redhead is sprawled out on the couch, wearing only a nightshirt that's way too short for someone so tall, and I can see clear up to her white cotten panties before she closes her legs and sits up. "Sorry. Shar's taking a shower, so I didn't think anyone would mind. How come you're home so early?"

I had told my roommates I would probably be away for several days, as I had no idea what all Mollinar would want to do when I freed him. I shrug my shoulders. "Change of plans." Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Kronos lick his lips as he watches Jennifer amble across the room and turn off the stereo. I don't blame him. I, too, have had my eye on the big-breasted beauty since she moved in, but as luck would have it she's one-hundred percent hetero. And while I could easily use my powers to seduce her if I wanted, I've fortunately had no reason to...while Jennifer likes the company of men, Sharon does not, and the two of us have been having rather torrid encounters from the day she moved in, right behind Jennifer's back.

Needless to say, I have enjoyed our arrangement immensely.

Too bad it has to end.

Smiling, I turn, intending to give Kronos the go-ahead. Apparently he's decided not to wait for my 'permission', as I see the demon has already dashed across our apartment and is rising to his full height behind Jennifer. She has her back turned, and doesn't even see him, which for some reason I find particularly amusing. My giggle seems to draw her attention back to me, and as she is turning Kronos lashes out.

The demon's claws become corporeal, solid, at the last moment, and tear open Jennifer's nightshirt from her neck all the way to her navel. As a result her big, dark-nippled breasts swing free, bouncing and jiggling as she steps back and screams when Kronos fully materializes in front of her. Before she can further call for help, the demon snakes a tentacle around her throat and slides the bulbous tip between her lips, effectively gagging her as it fills her mouth and begins to slowly pump in and out. Other tentacles emerge from his back and sides, stripping away what's left of her nightshirt and her panties as well--then they wrap around her wrists and ankles, and lift my struggling roommate off her feet. She's moaning and crying, he smiles and laughs.

Jennifer's eyes widen in terror and confusion as she sees me just standing there, watching. Tears stream down her pale cheeks as the demon caresses and probes the sensitive area around her shaven pussy. He thrusts a thick, ridged tentacle deep into her without warning, and the redhead's body arches from the sudden, painful intrusion of so large a phallus. He fucks the helpless girl slow and easy, forcing her pussy to feel every inch of his tentacle as he nudges her closer and closer to an unwilling, shattering orgasm.

Watching this, hearing Jennifer's muffled cries of pain and perverted pleasure, I start to get seriously hot. I shove a hand down the front of my skirt and finger myself, but for once it's just not enough. I need more, and with Kronos busy for the time being I know just where to find it. I begin stripping off my clothes piece by piece as I head for the bathroom, the door of which, not surprisingly, is not locked.

I slip inside, my lust building by leaps and bounds. Through the steam and a semi-transparent shower curtain, I can see the curvaceous body of my other roommate, Sharon.

Unlike Jennifer, who is tall and buxom and knows it, and is fully aware of the affect she has on both men and girls alike, Sharon thinks of herself as somewhat plain. Nothing could be further from the truth. She's shorter than me by several inches, and her creamy, rather pale Asian skin is a delightful contrast to her naturally jet-black hair. She has full, firm breasts, albeit smaller than Jennifer's, pouty lips, and long, skinny fingers I happen to know from personal experience are quite nimble. She once finger-fucked me to orgasm against the wall of this very bathroom while her mother was in the other room, waiting for her.

Caressing my own breasts, my nipples already rock-hard from watching Jennifer being raped, I walk over and pull the shower curtain open. Sharon has one hand between her legs, and is masturbating quite furiously, while the other is held flat against the wall to brace herself. She gasps and stumbles when I interrupt her in mid-orgasm, and if I had not slipped in and caught her she would probably have fallen to the shower floor.

"Sorry," I whisper, as I allow my hands to caress her soapy hips. "Didn't mean to startle you."

Sharon is red-faced and a little embarressed, despite all we've been through. "It's okay. I didn't hear you come in. I was just...umm..." Her breath catches in her throat, and she trembles, as I nuzzle her neck. "Di? What are you doing? Jennifer is in the next room."

I shrug my shoulders, and kiss her cheek. "So?" We've kept our on-again, off-again, semi-relationship secret from our roommate for a number of reasons, all of which escape us both at the moment. "I really don't think she'd care if she did know, and besides..." I reach around and cup her breasts, kneading them hungrily. "...she's busy. I doubt she'll bother us, or hear us for that matter."

Sharon smiles. "Well..." She gasps as I slid my hand down her thigh and between her legs, then begin to caress her pussylips. "...since you put it...that way..." I pump first one, then two, and finally three fingers into her--in and out in a steady rhythm, that soon has her quivering like putty in my hands. "Oh God!" She arches her back and comes, hard, against my hand, apparently having gotten herself closer to orgasm than I thought.

"Wow." Sharon turns and kisses me. "That was...you were great. Want me to return the favor?"

I stroke a lock of hair from her face and nod. "You'd better." I bite my lip as she gets down on her knees, grabs my hips and buries her face in my pussy. She eats me like an expert, and in less than a minute I am grabbing the back of her head and shuddering with an explosive climax. Her tongue continues to hungrily probe my pussy, and I cum two or three times before I see the bathroom door opening out of the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, I can feel Sharon's entire body tense up, and she screams directly into my quivering pussy. I tighten my grip on her head, holding her in place as she begins to thrash and moan, and her sudden orgasm triggers another one from me as well. As I'm catching my breath I see her back arch, and I look down to see several of Kronos' tentacles pounding into her exposed pussy and ass.

The demon himself is standing in the doorway, with his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. From where I am standing, I can see no more armor plating on his body...apparently Jennifer did not spawn for him either. It's too bad, but not surprising. Few women, it seems, are actually compatible with Kronos. As Sharon cums yet again, and I do as well, I wonder if she will be more his type.

Eventually, Sharon succumbs to her demonic rapist, and she passes out even as her stomach has begun to swell. I leave the two of them alone and wander back into the living room, where I see Jennifer's lifeless body on the floor, her blank eyes staring up at the ceiling. I step over her and lay down on the couch, where I casually stroke myself to another mild orgasm while I'm looking for something to watch on TV.

When Kronos finally emerges from the bathroom, he is visibly upset. His body in unchanged, and I realize he had no more luck with Sharon than he did with Jennifer.

"These women are all unsuitable," the demon growls. "Do you not know any of hardier stock?"

I don't bother to get up off the couch, I know he still couldn't hurt me even if he wanted to. "Maybe. But we'll have to be more careful from here on out. The girls at the school, those campers...they can't be connected to me. Sharon and Jennifer though, their disappearances could be noticed. I'll have to take care of them, before we move on to any new targets." I yawn. "And I need to rest." I hear Kronos growling. He is not used to being ordered around this way, I imagine. "Take it easy, big guy. I haven't done you wrong so far, have I?"

The demon shakes his head. "You released me from the demonrealm. I will honor our arrangement for now. But, I can not be held responsible for my actions if the hunger overtakes me again."

Kronos apparently takes care of Jennifer and Sharon's bodies while I sleep--when I wake the next morning they're gone, and I don't bother to ask how. I don't think I really want to know anyway. Instead, I get up and call their bosses to explain that both Jennifer and Sharon are going to be out sick for the forseeable future. I figure by the time they, or anyone else for that matter, gets suspicious, I'll have my new powers from Kronos and be long gone, so as far as I can tell there's no reason for me to get all worked up about it.

"You were wise to place those wards about yourself as you slept," the demon says to me as I head to the bathroom to take a shower. It's not until I'm toweling off that I realize what he means.

I knew the protection spell I'd initially cast would wear off eventually, so I added several lesser wards against evil in case Mollinar happened to get frisky during our partnership. I assumed Kronos had probably attempted to use his tentacles against me sometime during the night, and found my body off-limits.

"Sorry," I tell him as I'm getting dressed. "But I don't like taking chances. And we both have too much at stake here for me to just lay around and let you fuck me to death."

"I have something you greatly desire," Kronos says to me. "Power. What could you possibly have to offer me, that makes it worth my while to continue putting up with your insolence, mortal?"

I come out of the closet, so to speak, wearing my trademark black mini-skirt and a skin-tight black tube top which hugs my bouncy breasts. I don't wear a bra, I haven't in a long time. "Knowledge." I flash my lack of underwear when I bend over to put on my boots, and I can hear Kronos' rapid intake of breath. "There are people in my world with an arsenal of weapons that could threaten even you. They're called the government. If you were really lucky they'd just kill you and be done with it. Most likely, they'd stick you in a cage and treat you like a lab rat, or else dissect you to see what makes you tick." I smile. "I can keep them off you. Trust me."

Kronos growls. "I trust no one."

"Well, trust me on this." I rest my hands on my hips. "You're not getting between my legs, so forget about it. Now, if you're feeling up to it, we've got places to go and people to fuck."

"I must have more suitable breeders than these last ones."

"I know just the place," I reply. "Believe me, big guy. It'll be the next best thing to doing me."

I was taking the demon to a place I myself hadn't been in years.

A place I had sworn, years ago, I would never willingly set foot in again.

The only place in the world I held with less regard than the Sacred Heart school.

My mother's house.

It's not mine. It hasn't been mine, since the day I told my parents I liked girls, and my father threatened to kick me out into the street. They are the ones who sent me to the Sacred Heart, where I lost my virginity and my innocence, and I vowed I would one day make them pay.

It was too late to do anything about my father, of course, but my mother is a different story.

As we pull up in front of the three story brownstone I can't help noticing there are quite a few more cars gathered around it than there ought to be. Even considering the fact my two sisters have long since been old enough to drive, I count at least half a dozen extra vehicles.

"Hmm...looks like mom's got some visitors."

Kronos growls. "Is this a problem?"

"Not at all." I turn to him and smile. "Quite the contrary. The more women in the house the better your chances of spawning some little demonoids, right? This could even end up working in our favor." I slide out of the van and start up the walkway. "Come on."

The demon dematerializes, long enough to walk through the van, then remains invisible as he joins me at the front of the house. I raised my hand to knock, but something stops me.

"Why do you hesitate?" Kronos growls. "I can sense them. So many females! The hunger is upon me!"

I realize if I don't knock, he'll burst in and start grabbing women at random. That's fine, but if there's too much of a scuffle one or more could get away, and go for help. So I knock. Nothing happens for a few moments, and I am on the verge of trying again when I see someone moving on the other side.

Kronos steps to my left as the door opens, and I find myself face to face with someone who looks quite a bit like me--only with lighter hair, less revealing clothes and far less lifelines on her face. She blinks more than once, as if seeing me comes as a shock to her. Which it, as I think back, probably does.

"Hello, Cindy." Both of my sisters are younger than me, but this one is the younger of the two. She was six when I was sent away to the Sacred Heart, she's sixteen now. She's also quite beautiful, where she used to be merely cute. I start to understand just how much time has passed.

"Ali?" All of the sudden, Cindy throws her arms out and embraces me. "I don't believe it!" I feel her breasts, which are even bigger and fuller than mine, squishing against my chest. I can also hear Kronos panting behind me, it has to be taking all of his willpower not to simply attack Cindy now. But on the way over I think I finally managed to get it across to him how important discretion is at this stage. "You're here!"

I nod. "What's all the hoopla?" I can hear loud music and laughing from somewhere in the house.

"It's Misty's twentieth birthday." Cindy frowns. "I thought maybe that was why you came."

My other sister. "Of course." I'd completely forgotten. "I just wasn't expecting...who all is here?"

Cindy ushers me inside and closes the door, unknowingly right in Kronos' face. He ignores it and follows us. "Me and Mom, of course. Aunt Ruth, Aunt Jenny and Uncle Max and a half dozen of Misty's friends from school. I don't know all their names, but I guess I can find out..."

I shake my head. "Don't worry about it." Cindy has always been one of the nicest people in the world, but she is an airhead first and foremost. If she ever had a real thought it would probably die of loneliness. "I just wanted to come by and say hi to the birthday girl. Where is she?"

"I'll find her. Come on." Cindy directs me to the living room--which is decorated with streamers and balloons and a whole pile of multicolored presents. There are women all over the place, most of whom I do not know. My Uncle Max is there as well, a portly man with a thinning moustache and even less hair.

Beside him is Jenny, his wife and my mom's older sister. I notice she's put on a little weight, but she doesn't look all that bad for someone pushing fifty.

On the other side of the three-layer chocolate birthday cake, is Ruth, my mom's younger sister. Close to forty, in terms of physical appearance she looks to be in her early or mid-thirties, and until I saw Cindy a few minutes ago, I always thought she had the biggest chest in the family.

Mom and Misty, both of whom share more features with me than they lack, are sitting on the couch. They look up and smile as Cindy walks up to them and says something I can't hear over all the noise, then their eyes turn to me at the same time. If either is happy to see me they don't show it and, somehow, that just makes what I know is about to happen to them all that much easier to bear.

"Mom...Misty...Ci...I've brought someone I'd like you all to meet. His name..." I see my mom's eyes light up at the mention of the word 'him', but I press on. "...is Kronos!"

The demon becomes visible behind me, his eye glowing, and everyone screams. His tentacles swarm out from his back and sides, grabbing arm and waist and anything else they can get hold of.

The first thing Kronos does is kill my Uncle Max. Not because he's any real threat, far from it, but as a male I can only imagine the demon instinctively perceives him to be a rival.

Tattered fabric soon fill the air as Kronos shreds the clothes of every woman present, leaving them all trembling, naked, and trying desperately to hold on to their sanity.

Mom's two sisters are thrown stomach-down over the back of the couch, tentacles filling their mouths to prevent them from screaming as still others brutally fuck their helpless pussies.

Misty's school friends, who range in age from eighteen to twenty-something, are sprawled around the room, their tight young bodies thrashing and moaning as tentacles pound into them..

My sister, Misty, is knocked into her own presents, and is held down on her hands and knees, while tentacles rape her body from both ends. She shudders with one forced orgasm after another.

As for mom, I see Kronos has apparently sensed the disdain I hold for the woman. He has her spread-eagle, in the middle of the room and several feet off the ground. A tentacle fucks her mouth, muffling her screams, while others caress her sweaty body. One particularly thick, slimy specimen has found its way into her well-stretched pussy, and forces a shattering climax from her even as I look on and smile.

It's only then I realize something is wrong. Turning to all of the sweaty, pain-filled faces I see around the room, it occurs to me I do not see one in particular. My other sister. "Cindy?" As Mom and Misty both reach a climax at the same time, I grit my teeth. I can only assume she must have gotten away in all the confusion. "Damn!" I glance up at Kronos--who is too busy to notice or care what else is going on around him--and then I run out of the room. I know if Cindy manages to summon help, we're all in trouble. "Cin?"

Once in the front hall, I see she has not gotten far. My littlest sister is so terrified, and her eyes are so filled with tears, she can't seem to get the door to open. It isn't locked, but her hands keep slipping. When she finally succeeds and manages to finally open it, I step up behind her and slam it closed again.

"Where do you think you're going?" I smile. "The party is just getting started."

"Ali, why?" Cindy asks between sobs. "Y-You brought...that thing...here.."

I shrug my shoulders. "Let's just call it a birthday present, for Mindy. But I think Mom likes it too."

Cindy turns and begins punching my about the neck and shoulders. Fortunately she's not very strong, though I still don't much like the treatment, so I look her straight in the eye. "Stop." My powers saps what little will she has, and I watch her hands drop limply to her sides. "You don't have any reason to be afraid. And you don't hate me. In fact, it's just the opposite. You love me, right?" She nods. "Enough you'd do anything that I asked you too?" Again, a nod. "So Cin, why don't you do me a favor and take your shirt off?"

My littlest sister proceeds to do exactly as I instructed. The tight white tee-shirt she's wearing soon hits the floor at her feet, and at last I am treated to the sight of her bountiful breasts barely contained with the confines of a white lace bra at least a size too small. I lean forward and unclasp it, tossing the flimsy material aside, allowing her milky white breasts to bounce and sway freely, her dark nipples hardening in the cool air.

"You're magnificent kid." I guess they're double-D's, at least, which makes me a little jealous. Even mine aren't D, and I'm the oldest of three sisters. "I can't help myself." In spite of myself, I lean forward and suckle one of my own sister's nipples into my mouth, savoring the salty-sweet taste. Despite her trance, Cindy gasps. I even feel her hand drifting up to cup the back of my head as I go from sucking one big tit to the other and, before long, I manage to get her off merely from that.

As she trembles--her knees weak from what I imagine is her first orgasm--I nudge Cindy, until she's laying flat on her back in the middle of the hallway floor. I tug off her shorts and panties at once, and again I lick my lips as I gaze upon the tuft of soft blondish hair between her outstretched legs. As far as I know she is still a virgin, which should make this interesting for the both of us. I've fucked virgins before, many times in fact, but this will be the first time I have ever been with a member of my own family. I'm very excited.

Seconds later, I'm also in pain, as something strikes my left shoulder. There's no blood, not a mark on me, yet my skin feels like it's on fire and my arm is going numb. I look up, trying to figure out what is going on, and I see there is someone standing on the stairs, watching me.

An Oriental girl. I don't recognize her. She appears to be my age, maybe a little younger, and is wearing what I can only describe as a jumpsuit...only it looks like it's made out of some kind of semi-metallic fabric. It's white, covers her from head to toe including boots and gloves, and has a symbol on the chest. Two crossed swords over a stylized red heart, that's been split down the middle.

"She's still moving," she says to someone I can't see. "Hit her again!"

I sense movement off to my right, and with my hands still on Cindy's breasts I turn my head. For a moment I think I see someone standing in the open doorway that leads to the kitchen, but even as I'm blinking it's gone, and too late I feel another sharp pain strike me in the back. I collapse beside my semi-conscious little sister, unable to move or talk and barely even breathing. I am, however, aware of movement above me, and I raise my eyes to see another girl I don't recognize, wearing the same strange outfit as the first.

This one has much darker skin, so brown as to almost be black, in fact, and she is wielding what looks like a small metal rod. I've never seen anything like it, but the fact that it has two nodules on the end that are crackling similarly to stun guns I can only assume it's a weapon that's been used on me. If only I could focus, I would use my powers to fry both these girls brains right where they stand, but my head's throbbing too much. It feels like I'm either going to pass out or throw up. I hope I don't do both at the same time.

"She's down," I hear the other girl say. "We're ready to move it. Where's A?"

I can hear the front door creak open, but from my position I can't see who it is. "I'm here." That voice...yet another girl, but this one seems familiar somehow. "Report."

"We stopped this kid from being raped," says the black girl. "I hit the other one with the shock-stick."

"Twice," the asian girl adds. "She must be pretty tough."

The new arrival is silent for a moment. "Why didn't you two wait for me to get into position like I told you to? It's stupid to burst without knowing the situation."

"Miko said she heard screams," says the black girl. "I didn't know if we had time to wait."

"Charley's right," says the asian girl. "I'll take full responsibility."

"Never mind that now. What about the target?"

"It should still be in the next room," says 'Miko'. "And I count ten civilians."

'Charley' nods. "We'll have to be careful, if we want to save them all."

"We have to focus on getting the demon," says the other. "Nothing else matters."

Demon hunters. After Kronos? I can't help but wonder how they would even know about him, unless it's somehow connected to the Sacred Heart...and like that, I remember where I've seen that symbol on their chests before. It was mentioned in one of the texts I've read about demons. It's the symbol of the Sisterhood, a cult-like group of warrior nuns who used to live in the Sacred Heart after it was founded a thousand years ago. They were mostly wiped out by Mollinar's very first attack, but one survived and created the Sisterhood on the off-chance the Corruptor would rise again. Two of them had aided a classmate of mine in defeating Mollinar the last time, though as I understood it, one of them died in the attempt. I wonder if that is one of these girls.

"A, are you sure?" I hear Miko ask. They've all walked out of my range of vision now.

"Don't we have to think about the innocent people too?" asks Charley. "We don't just fight demons you know. That is only part of what we're supposed to do."

"I'm in charge here!" 'A' snaps. "And you'll both do what I say. Understand?" They grumblingly agree. "Good. We've got to attack the demon now, while he's not expecting it. Come on!"

Their footsteps and voices grow more distant now, and I realize they've gone into the living room. I want to get up and run while I have the chance, but my body won't respond.

"I thought they'd never leave." Turning my eyes back to the staircase I see a pair of huge, cloven blue feet standing on the other side of Cindy, who is now completely catatonic. It's Kronos. As I crane my neck upward, I can see he's added several more offspring to his 'collection', there are new pieces of armor plating on his chest and head, so it's a safe bet at least a couple of the women suited his needs. "I do not know who these interlopers are, but I sense that possess a power I am not yet ready to contend with. I shall require further guidance."

"I'd be glad to help," I reply, even though my lips are numb. "But as you can see, I'm having a problem."

"Easily remedied. I have more power than before." Kronos gestures, and I feel a sudden tingling warmth flow over me. When it fades, somehow I can move again. I quickly get to my feet. "We had best go, before those fools realize the demon in there is nothing but a facsimile of my true being."

I smile. "My, power really does look good on you." I usher him out of the house, and back to the van. A part of me still wonders who the Sisterhood sent, and how they knew about Kronos at all.

Miko and Charley stood amongst the lifeless bodies of the party goers, their faces pale. They had expected death, but the level of carnage in the room was almost unthinkable, and somehow the monster responsible managed to get away without their even knowing about it. Worst, it had played them for fools, by leaving behind a mystical illusion of itself that faded as soon as their weapons touched it.

"Damn it! How could we be so careless?" Miko Lee, a twenty-two year old martial arts expert, and one of the best computer hackers in all of Europe, ran her fingers through her hair. "By ignoring everything you taught us, a demon is still running loose. If anyone dies from here on out, their blood is on our hands."

Charlene 'Charley' Rhodes, the twenty-two year old former gymnast and Miko's partner of two years, dropped her hands to her hips. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, A. We screwed this up. Big time."

On the other side of the room stood a young woman wearing the same outfit as the others. While she appeared to be of a similar age, perhaps a few years older, the lines on her pretty face and the tired look in her eyes indicated it had been a much harder road for the brunette.

To Miko and Charley, her proteges, and to virtually everyone else back at the Sisterhood--formerly the Sisters of the Sacred Heart--she was known simply as A. Perhaps the most highly skilled and respected member of a long and revered line of warrior-nuns, she had trained the two young women before her to follow in her footsteps. Now, this scene of bloodshed at the hands of a demon, it brought back long-buried memories from years ago. Of another life, literally, when the woman called A had gone by a different name.

Angel.

Angela MacNamara, to be precise.

Back then, she was a sixteen year old student at the Sacred Heart. An orphan, she had been raised by the nuns who ran the boarding school. Bright, witty, oh so gentle, and more than just a little naive, Angel led a happy if somewhat sheltered life, usually in the company of Jesse Stone, her best friend.

Mollinar's arrival, of course, changed all that.

Angel's world came crashing down around her, as she saw so many of her classmates and teachers, not to mention the nuns, and the Mother Superior herself, being raped by a monster. What made it even worse, if that was possible, was knowing her best friend was so directly involved. Jesse Stone was the first person to be attacked and raped, and as such was the first corrupted by his power.

Jesse was also the one who led Mollinar to all of his other victims.

Two women, Cassandra and Ariel, the newest in the Sisters of the Sacred Heart line of warrior-nuns, arrived to do battle with the demon. With aid from Angel--whose standing as a 'pure soul' led her to be physically invisible to the Mollinar, much like the original founder of the Sisterhood--the two young warrior-nuns managed to foil Mollinar's efforts to open the hellgate and release his demonic brethren. In the end though, it was Jesse who saved them all, as the dwindling vestiges of her humanity allowed her to usurp Mollinar's control of her mind and body and lash out at the demon, forcing him through the hellgate and back into the demonrealm.

But the victory came at such a high price.

A horrified Angel watched helpslessly, as Jesse was grabbed by Mollinar at the last moment, and dragged into the demonrealm with him. The hellgate was sealed, thus saving the world from evil.

With the loss of her beloved friend, Angel thought her life was over. Yet unwilling to succumb to grief, she asked to return with Cassandra, the only survivor of the warrior-nuns, so that she could partake of their teachings in order to make certain that sort of thing never happened to anyone else again.

"Don't be too hard on yourselves," said A. "This was your first time out in the field. A confrontation with the thing is inevitable, so don't worry about it right now. We know the identity of the demon's human accomplice, so if we're fortunate we should be able to find it again by finding her."

I barely get us more than five blocks from my mother's house before Kronos starts complaining about needing to appease his hunger again. I've come to the conclusion that the more demons get the more they need, which is why a creature like Kronos is never truly satiated no matter how many women he attacks.

Still, there's no point in getting the demon angry with me. If I drive him away then I lose my shot at getting power, so I pull us into an alley behind the next house we come to, and we approach the back door. It's locked, but that's no problem for Kronos--he quietly rips the lock out of the door and we slip inside. There's a picture of a family in this kitchen, so while I go to keep an eye on the father and his two sons--who are in the living room--Kronos stomps up the stairs to track down the woman's voice we can hear as we enter.

"When's mom coming down?" one of the boys asks, his voice a rather annoying whine.

"Yeah," says the other. "We're gonna be late for the movie."

The father shakes his head. "Now boys, you've seen Cyber-Ninjas three times. I don't think..." He spins around as a shrill scream comes from upstairs. "Grace!" He rushes for the stairs. "Boys, stay down here!" I come forward as the gets to the stairs, and raise my hands. "Who the hell are you?"

"No one," I reply. It's a simple matter for me to exert my power over all three of them, collectively they have less resistance than almost any woman I have ever influenced. "Forget you ever saw me. I want the three of you to sit on the couch and watch television. You don't have to worry about your wife, or your mother." I smile. "Trust me. She'll be cumming soon enough." My own play on words makes me giggle.

After they follow my commands, I go upstairs to check on Kronos and his new toy.

I make it to the bedroom door, in time to see a pleasant enough looking thirty-something year old laying stomach down across a vanity table. She's not naked though...instead a blue peasant dress has been hiked up around her waist, and her legs are kicking madly as Kronos holds her arms tightly behind her. Her face is scrunched in a mask of pain and tears as several tentacles pound into her pussy and ass, and each thrust causes her to moan and cry as her fleshy breasts bounce out of her top and slap wetly against the vanity mirror.

Back at the Haney place, the three warrior-nuns returned to the stairwell, where Cindy was just beginning to wake up. Miko and Charley stood on either side of A and whispered.

"What do you want to do about her?"

A shrugged her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

Charley frowned. "She's a victim too, A. Even if she wasn't attacked, her life has been destroyed by the demon. It's killed her family, we have to do something to help her."

"We don't have time," said A. "We have to track down the demon."

"Hey." Miko rested her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "I know you've got a personal stake in all this, but the Order does not just exist to carry out your vendetta. We're supposed to protect, and help, people and right now, that little girl needs all the help she can get."

Charley nodded. "Come on, A. Miko's right. We have to do something."

"You want to take her with us? Is that it?" A turned to face her partners, her students, and her friends. "This isn't all about me, no, but it is about fighting a monster that would as soon kill that girl as rape her. The demon won't stop at anything to get what it wants, and unless we can figure out what that is we will never be able to stop him. And if that girl comes with us, she'll be right in the middle of everything."

"She already is," said Miko. "Her family is dead, killed by a demon. You know better than anyone what that's like. I should think you would want to keep her safe..."

"I do!" A quickly got control of her emotions, and lowered her voice. "Believe me, I feel for her, but I'm not about to bring her with us so the demon can do to her what it did to her family if it manages to get past us. Trust me, that is not something you want to have happen."

Miko nodded. "Maybe not. But A, we have to do something. That's all I'm saying."

"Yeah, come on A," said Charley. "Look, you're the boss here. We'll follow your lead. If you tell us to leave her in this place, alone, with her family and friends dead in the next room, we will."

A sighed. "I taught you both too well, didn't I?" Both girls smiled. "All right, she can come." She frowned. "But she is your responsibility. You two will have to watch out for her." She shook her head. "Now, bring her. We have to get back on the trail of the demon."

Charley and Miko nodded, then looked at one another with big smiles on their faces. Neither of them realized the girl they were talking about, Cindy, awoke in time to hear every word they said. Tears filled her eyes as she silently mourned for her mother, her aunts and uncle, and both of her sisters.

I sit on the corner of the bed, watching and waiting for Kronos to finish with the woman.

She screams and wails as his brutal fucking brings her to orgasm again and again, but I think I must be becoming a little bit jaded. It hardly turns me on anymore. In fact, the longer I'm with the demon the more impatient I grow. I'm tired of waiting, and I think it's about time he knows it.

"Hey!" I say, a little louder than I probably should. "We need to talk."

He drops the woman, her belly already distended, and turns. "Oh? And what about?"

"Us. Our agreement. I've more than lived up to my end of the bargain." I cross my arms, and try to look forceful. "I think it's about time you carried out yours."

Kronos sneers, the glow of his eye lessening somewhat. "You want more power."

I nod. "That's right." Maybe he's more willing to see it my way than I thought. "After all this I know you're stronger than before, so how about it? Are you going to give it to me, or not?"

"Very well. If you truly want the power of a demon inside you, I will do as I promised." He snakes out a number of tentacles in my direction, and I shake my head.

I call tell from his tone what he's implying. It's pointless. "Oh, come on! You're wasting your time. You and I both know you can't...what?" To my shock, one of his tentacles wraps around my right arm, and squeezes so hard that it is starting to cut off circulation to my hand. "No! You can't! It's impossible!"

"Indeed?" Kronos wraps another tentacle around my left hand, and effortlessly lifts me off the ground. "How then, would you explain this?" He glances away momentarily, as the woman of the house dies while giving birth to one of his slimy little offspring--it slithers across the floor and flows up his leg, taking shape around his kneecap as a hard mass of spiny crystal. "Your time has come, little witch."

I don't bother to struggle. Or scream. I already know it's pointless. I do bite my lip, however, when other tentacles wrap around my ankles and spread my legs apart. "I don't understand...how can you do this?"

"What?" Kronos asks. "Turn on you? I should think you were expecting it."

I nod. "I was. That's not what I meant. My wards...how can you get past my magic?"

"You call that magic?" He chuckles. "Foolish mortal. Your power may be very impressive by human standards, but it is as nothing to one of my kind. Demons are true creatures of magic, we exist on a level of absolute malevolence even one such as you could not possibly even begin to comprehend. Your lowly wards and barriers are no challenge to me." He bares his dripping fangs. "In truth, they never were."

It is far too late, of course, but now I know where I went wrong. "It was all a lie, wasn't it? You've been toying with me all this time? Allowing me to think I had you under my control, when in fact I did everything you wanted. You've been using my own arrogance against me, haven't you?"

Kronos nods. "Deliciously devious, wasn't it? I did need a guide. Someone who could explain the wonders and the dangers of this world. You filled that slot perfectly, though I suspect any human sow could have done the same. But the presence of those demon-hunters has led me to realize my time here is potentially limited. I must rid myself of all excess now, so I can concentrate on destroying them." He draws me closer and fingers the front of my shirt. "I'll say one thing for you, human..." He rips my tube top apart, baring my heaving breasts. In spite of myself, my nipples quickly become rock hard. "...it will be a pleasure, as you say, fucking your brains out."

I'm screwed. Or pretty soon, I literally will be. I was a fool to think I could outmanuever a demon. But I was sure I had the edge. I honestly believed my powers would, somehow, be enough.

Kronos tears off my shorts, and growls when he realizes I'm not wearing any underwear. I hold my breath as more of his tentacles emerge and begin caressing my body all over...my arms and legs, my thighs, my neck, my breasts, it is enough to push me over the edge right then and there. I shudder and moan with a quiet orgasm. The demon smiles at me, and I shudder again. He releases a particularly long, thick, phallic-shaped tentacle from a region of his lower body that would be considered the crotch on a human. "I have something special in mind for you, in honor of all the help you have given me since my arrival here."

I grit my teeth. "If you're waiting for me to beg, forget it! Do what you're gonna do, and get it over with!"

"Very well." He brings the bulbous head of the tentacle close enough to touch the lips of my hairless pussy, and it set me off once again. I arch my back and groan with a resounding orgasm this time. It happens again, when he slips the tentacle into my pussy, and slowly begins to fuck me hard and deep. It goes so far up into my body I can feel it's mass scraping against the walls of my uterus, and I scream as I am overcome with the first of what promises to be a long line of monstrous, soul-shattering orgasms.

A and her two young partners left the Haney house by way of the back door, with the half-conscious Cindy in tow, and returned to the van that had been provided for them. In the back there were a variety of weapons--swords, shock sticks like the one Charley wielded, iron staves, and miniature grenades filled with holy water, nightbane and any of a dozen other kinds of demon-repelling agents. There were also numerous mystical supplies the three warrior-nuns could use to cast any number of spells or incantations if need be.

"Lay her in the back," A said as she climbed into the driver's seat. "I'd better send word back to the Citadel, that we lost the demon. We're going to need help finding it again."

Charley's face fell. "Do you have to? Why can't you give me another chance?"

"We're lucky your precognitive abilities alerted us to the demon's arrival in the first place," said A. "But I'm afraid we can't count on them to help us out in ever situation. This creature isn't like Mollinar, we have no idea where he's going or what he's planning to do. He clearly doesn't care about the hellgate, so I would speculate he has something else in mind. We have to determine what, so we can be ready to stop him."

Kronos was amazed at the stamina of the one called Diana.

Somehow, she remained alert and aware through countless orgasms, all the while screaming and cursing his name in a variety of creative and colorful ways. But eventually even she could bear it no longer, and her body finally gave in. She slumped forward, hanging limply in his tentacles, and he lowered her to the floor even as her stomach began to swell from the demon-spawn growing within her.

"Your family line has proven very suitable," the demon growled. "Your mother and her kin all bore my young. I am certain you will do the same. And if so..." He lowered his head as the tentacled little mass of demon-spawn splurted out of Diana's distended pussy, and slithered toward him. "Excellent." He swept it up into his hands and applied it to the seething mass of bony protusions around his chest and neck. "I am close. With this demonling, I am on the cusp of my ultimate power. One more might even be all I need." He growled. "The other sibling. She still lives. No doubt she is in the company of those demon hunters, but if her body can provide me with the key to my ascension, I've no choice but to risk confronting them. I need that girl."

"How do we do that?" Miko asked. "How are we supposed to find this demon? He could be anywhere. He could be standing right here next to us, and we wouldn't even know it."

A shook her head. "Oh, yes we would. Demons can't do anything subtle. If the thing were here, I guarantee you it'd be after the four of us." She frowned. "But I'm confused. Ten years ago, Mollinar tried to open the hellgate so other demons would have access to Earthrealm. More to the point, it wanted our two worlds to merge so it would be able to rule over them both. This new demon, though, it's different."

"How so?" asked Charley.

"This new demon has no motive that I can see. It's attacks are random, isolated. The only connection appears to be with that girl who raised it from the demonrealm in the first place. Her roommates, her family. If only we had been able to trace her sooner, we might have saved these people."

Miko nodded. "And that poor girl in there wouldn't be an orphan."

The poor girl in question, Cindy Haney, was curled up in a ball on the floor of the van. She could hear the women, the strangers, who had saved her from that monster, talking outside, but she wasn't really listening. Nor did her lack of clothing seem to be much of an issue at that particular moment.

All she could think about was Alison, and the fact her very own sister had unleashed that thing she had seen raping her mother and her sister and her aunts. She wasn't crying any more though, all the tears were gone. In fact, most of the girl's conscious mind had been all but destroyed by what she had seen, and whatever was left existed only on the most primal human instincts...fight or flight. If the monster was going to come back after her, then she had to make certain she was long gone before it actually arrived.

Cindy blinked.

Outside the van, Charley abruptly cried out and lurched to one side, but luckily Miko was there to catch her as the older girl put her hands to her temples and closed her eyes.

"What is it?" A asked. "Another vision?" Charley's precognitive ability was fleeting, at best, but it had been the key to alerting them to the reopening of the hellgate. If not for Charley's warning they would never have gotten as far as they did, and she had come to trust her young friend's instincts.

"Trouble..." Charley gasped. "Big...coming...closer..."

A heard the sound of an approaching engine, and turned to glance down the street. It was a school bus from one of the local high schools. Since it was a weekend she could only imagine they were on their way to, or returning from, some sort of sporting or extra-cerricular activity.

As it got closer, her face fell.

There didn't appear to be anyone driving the vehicle, but that wasn't what got her attention. Rather it was the dozen scantily-clad young women writhing and screaming inside--with their flushed faces and naked, sweaty breasts being repeatedly slapped against various windows. In the midst of it all, stood the very monster they were about to set out in search of, and when it saw them watching the creature began to laugh.

Miko's breath caught in her throat as the bus lurched to a halt in front of the house. "My God."

"It's here?" said Charley. "It came back? Why?"

A glanced at the van, where she saw the terrified eyes of a certain blond girl peeking out the back window. "I think I know. It's coming back to finish what it started." She pointed.

Even from inside the van Cindy could hear the bus pull up, and the screams of all the girls inside. She knew it was too late. The monster had returned, and she had to get away.

Kronos released his mystical hold on the steering mechanism of the vehicle, and sneered.

The demon had been on his way back to the Haney house, invisible, when he came upon a busload of nubile young human females, parked at something called a gas station. He found and raped an older woman, the driver, as she was coming out of the bathroom, and gleaned the information he needed to operate the motor vehicle directly from her mind. That was one of the numerous talents he had been unable to use until recently, since his power level had been so low, but that was finally beginning to change.

He slipped into the bus, watched the unsuspecting young cheerleaders for a few moments, then slammed the door closed and proceeded to rape them all even as they were driving away. But even though their tight, teenaged pussies were very enjoyable the demon already knew none of them were going to provide him with the offspring he needed to build his strength and powers even further. Each new spawn augmented not only his strength and durability, but it did the same thing for his mystical senses...already he was able to know, by her aura, whether or not any female was suitable to bear his young. That wasn't to say he would not rape them anyway, naturally, but it let him know ahead of time whether it was for function or just fun.

So Kronos shrugged aside the half-conscious cheerleaders, and reverted to an intangible but still visible state for the purpose of passing through one of the bus walls. He knew exactly where the girl he sought was, her aura glowed out of the nearby van like a beacon, yet he ignored her for the time being. His first course of action would be to get the two demon hunters out of the way, then he could rape the girl at his leisure. He glared at Miko and Charley, and was delighted to see the Asian girl's aura glowing much like Cindy's. That meant she was also capable of bearing his young, and he smiled. One more reason to go after the demon hunters first.

Miko and Charley stood side by side, their teeth and fists clenched. A remained a little bit behind them as Kronos stepped closer, and kept her eye on the van. She could see the blond girl moving around inside, probably scared that the demon was coming back after her which, in fact, it was.

"Fools. Do you two really believe you can stop me?" Kronos asked, his eye glowing. "My race was thriving before your ancestors had even bothered to drag themselves out of the sea."

Miko and Charley glanced at one another. 'Two?' they mouthed, not understanding.

But A did. Ten years ago, she had been physically invisible to Mollinar. Her soul was no longer that pure--she had seen and done so much since then--but the demon still seemed to be having a hard time perceiving her. She decided to use that fact to her advantage. She held her place, and her breath. Miko and Charley would engage this demon any minute now, and while she would certainly step in if they needed her help, she knew it was best for all concerned if she stay out of it until absolutely neccessary. So, she waited.

"I am a primal beast!" Kronos continued. "I am power incarnate! I am..."

"...a monster with a really big mouth," said Charley. "Give it a rest. If you're here for the girl, forget it. She's under the protection of the Sisters of the Sacred Heart. That's us!"

The demon growled. "Yes, I seem to recall Mollinar speaking of your people after his return. Warriors, who seek to maintain the balance between humankind and demonkind. Between good and evil." He shook his head. "You work to wipe out my kind, so I suppose it is only fitting I return the favor!" He lashed out with several tentacles, grabbing Miko and Charley around the waists, yet they did not struggle or attempt to free themselves. A moment later, all of the demon's tentacles began to smolder, and he withdrew them. "What the...?"

"Blessed armor," Miko replied. "Iron filaments, interwoven with silver nitrate, and annoited in holy water. You lay so much as one slimy tentacle on us, and it's going to cost you!"

Kronos' eye narrowed. "Little witch!" He tried again, with the same results. "I shall not be denied! If I can not have you, I must settle for the original source of my hunger!" The demon turned and released several tentacles at the van where Cindy was hiding. They slammed into the back door and then jerked, ripping it right off its hinges, and with a throaty growl the demon tossed the heavy metal at the warrior-nuns.

A stood her ground as Charley and Miko leaped out of the way, and so was the only one who saw Kronos miss the terrified Cindy as she stumbled out of the van and hit the ground rolling. Before the demon realized what was going on, the blond had gotten back to her feet and was running as fast as she could.

"Not fast enough," A whispered.

Kronos' tentacles caught Cindy before she could even take ten steps. They lifted her--kicking and screaming--off the ground, and jerked her back through the air toward the demon.

"No!" Charley screamed. She drew her shock-stick from the holster on her hip, and leaped toward Kronos, but the demon was just as fast as she was. He twisted out of the way of her strike, and struck her across the chest so hard it drove all the air from her lungs, leaving her on the ground, gasping.

The demon then held Cindy spread-eagled in front of himself, and licked his lips. A heartbeat later, he felt a small object strike his back and burst, releasing a liquid which caused his blue flesh to sizzle and smoke. Though he didn't recognize it as holy water the demon did feel the resulting pain, and he twirled around to face Miko as she prepared to throw another mini-grenade. His eye surged with angry light.

"You little witch! I..." Kronos jerked his head to the side as Charley and Miko began slowly circling him, weapons held up and ready. "You can't fool me! I know your kind! You can't just stand by and allow an innocent to suffer..." A low moan from Cindy caused him to smile. "I'll kill her if you continue to fight me!"

Charley gritted her teeth. "Do it, and you'll be next."

"We've been training to fight your kind for years," said Miko. "We know how to kill you."

Nearby, A nodded. "That's right. Keep him distracted. Wait for an opening." She dug into a barely perceptible side pocket of her uniform, and drew out a small, milky-white crystal. Though they concealed it, both Charely and Miko had similar crystals in their hands as well. "He won't be expecting it."

Kronos snarled. "You think I won't?!" The two demon-hunters were up to something, he could tell. But he couldn't tell what, and the scent wafting up from between Cindy's legs was driving him insane with hunger. "Of course, there are some things worse than death!" He swirled a tentacle around one of her legs, causing the girl to shudder and beg for him not to hurt her. He ignored her pleas and had another tentacle probe the tuft of blond hair between her legs, eliciting a tearful whimper from the young girl.

Charley shook her head. "Don't do it! Please! She's innocent!"

"Not for long!" Without further warning, Kronos jammed his tentacle into Cindy's pussy, and she screamed as the demon ripped through her virginity and began fucking her hard and deep. The two warrior-nuns could do nothing but look on, knowing to get too close would endanger the girl further, and they were unable to close their ears to shrill screams as the girl was forcibly brought to her first orgasm.

Charley and Miko both backed off and glanced at A, who raised her crystal and nodded. They brought up their own crystals, closed their eyes, and all three began to softly chant.

The demon didn't notice at first. He was too busy enjoying Cindy's healthy young body. He squeezed her massive, heaving breasts, reveling in the way even his huge hands sank into their fleshy mass, and pumped two tentacles each into her equally virgin pussy and ass. She convulsed, in both pleasure and pain--screaming as orgasm after mindless orgasm was stolen from her sweaty, helpless form.

Before long, however, Kronos began to sense something was amiss. There was a definite charge to the air, and an unmistakeable touch of ozone on the wind, signs of magic. He turned his attention from Cindy, as she shuddered in orgasm for at least the dozenth time, and looked for the demon hunters. Both were standing an equal distance apart, holding small crystals above their heads, and as he expanded his senses he also began to sense the mystical lines of force taking shape around him. Something the two of them should never have been capable of doing alone...that was the type of spell normally only attempted by at least three mystics.

"Unless..." A glimmer of memory came to the demon. "Mollinar mentioned having encountered a pure soul. If the Sisters of the Sacred Heart have recruited such an individual..." He snarled. Battling such talented demon hunters as these would have been difficult enough under the best of circumstancs, which these most certainly were not, but an undetectable foe in addition was nearly impossible to defeat.

This, Kronos became distracted.

Torn between raping Cindy, keeping an eye on the two warrior-nuns he could see, and worrying about another one he could not, the demon was unable to fully marshall his defenses when the spell A and her associates were casting took effect at last. Cracking, multi-colored pillars of mystical energy took shape around Kronos, caging the demon in an ever-condensing circle. He bellowed and lashed out with his tentacles--to no avail. Whatever the warrior-nuns had done seemed unescapable, and his only consolation was the knowledge that Cindy was trapped with him. In fact the girl slumped forward, her belly already beginning to distend as the mystical energies enveloped the both, and in less than the span of a blink there was an implosion of darkness and cold.

Kronos and Cindy were gone. In their place sat a diamond-like, crimson crystal, glowing with an inner fire. It was easily the size of a human head, or bigger.

"It worked." A lowered her arms, her hands now empty. "We did it." Charley and Miko were empty-handed as well, and the three of them looked exhausted. "The Soul crystal is the perfect trap. With the demon inside of it, we've got plenty of time to get it back to the hellgate and return it to its own world."

Charley frowned. "You know A, the girl's in there too. Damn it, you should have warned me! I told her I was going to protect her, and then I do this to her! Are you aware of the position you put me in?"

"She's dead by now," said A. "They'll continue to live and function inside the Soul crystal. So I don't think you have to worry about appeasing your conscience any longer."

"You cold, heartless bitch!" Charley was nearly in tears. "We sacrificed that young girl in order to trap the demon, and all you can say is "she's dead now?" Tell me, A. Who's the real monster here?"

Miko stepped between them. "Hey, lay off. A's right. We did what we had to do to stop the demon."

"You're always taking her side," said Charley. "Just because you've got a damn crush on her." She ignored the flush that overcame her friend's face, and continued to rant. "I'm going to carry out the mission because that is what I was trained to do. I'll help you guys get the Soul crystal back to the hellgate, and send the demon home, but then I'm out of here! I'm through. If this is what it means to be a Sister of the Sacred Heart, if I have to sacrifice some people in order to save others, then I want no part of it. Understand?"

A nodded. "I do. Believe me. When we're through, I'll see to your resignation myself."

Once back at the Sacred Heart, Charley and Miko together carried the Soul crystal, while A went on ahead and set up for the ritual they were going to perform. Since they dared not open the hellgate all the way for fear of releasing any number of other demons, they were instead going to cast a spell which would allow them to thin the barrier just enough to pass the crystal through...it was akin to cracking a window covered by a screen.

A had just lighted the candles and was just sitting on the ground cross-legged when Charley and Miko arrived. She indicated they should place the Soul crystal in the center of the pentagram, which they did, then they joined her and clasped their mentors hands. The trio closed their eyes and began to chant.

Without warning, the ground all around them began to shudder. It felt like an earthquake almost, but the epicenter was defnitely located beneath the surface of the pentragram. A and the others opened their eyes and saw tendrils of eerie white light leaking through the carved lines of the mystic symbol.

Miko looked around, her eyes wide. "W-What's going on? What's happening?"

"I don't know," said A. "But we haven't even done anything yet."

The Soul crystal started to vibrate in tune to the shaking of the ground, and as they watched it rose into the air and began to spin like a top.

Charley gasped. "The hellgate! Somehow it must be affecting the crystal! It..."

The Soul crystal exploded. No warning, no explanation. Knife-like shards of crystal and waves of icy cold washed over the three warrior-nuns...knocking them back and gouging out chunks of their armor but fortunately little of the considerably more vulnerable flesh underneath.

As they were getting to their hands and knees, and trying to catch their breaths, blue-black tentacles the thickness of human arms lashed out of nowhere. They ensnared Charley and Miko's arms, much of which were bare, and took the two helpless warrior-nuns off their feet before they even knew what was happening. A they missed, though they were obviously searching for her as well, and some continued to do so.

An invigorated and transformed Kronos lurched forward, tightening his grip around Charley and Miko, seemingly oblivious to the glow of the pentragram or the violent shaking of the earth. The demon had evolved to a higher level of power thanks to his rape of Cindy Haney--he now stood well over nine feet tall, and his body and limbs had been sheathed in blue-white, spiked crystalline bone projections. He had curved horns jutting out from either side of his head, sabertooth-like fangs, and his arms and legs were as big around as tree trunks.

"I'm back," the demon growled. "And you're dead!"

A's stomach felt like it was twisted in knots.

Everything was starting to unravel, just like ten years ago. Sure she and Cassandra had managed to defeat Mollinar and return him to the demonrealm, but it cost them not only the lives of their best friends, Ariel and Jesse, but they watched too many other, innocent girls get raped and killed as well.

'I won't let it happen again,' A said to herself. She got to her feet. 'I won't!' She stalked toward Kronos, praying the demon would be unable to detect her until it was too late, while she reached to her belt and drew what seemed to be a handful of small capsules. They were, in actuality, mini-grenades loaded with a combination of holy water and the same silver nitrate-iron mixture that was part of their armor.

Meanwhile, Kronos pulled Charely and Miko closer and sliced open the front part of their armor with his dagger- like claws, even though it caused his hands to smolder. He was either unaware of the pain, or chose to ignore it, and thus was able to strip both young warrior-nuns with a minimum of effort. They struggled and cursed and kicked, but to no avail, his tentacles did not loosen and his sneer did not fade.

"You two should make a great...what's that word? Oh yes, fuck?" Kronos laughed. "Yes. I think I am really going to enjoy fucking your brains out!" His tentacles began to squeeze their breasts and spread their legs, leaving Miko and Charley to scream angrily at the demon. "Especially you," he said to Miko. This close, his senses assured him Miko was going to be able to breed him a fine young spawn.

A, who had been crawling to get closer, now rose to her full height behind the demon. She glared at him for just a moment and then pitched the mini-grenades, hoping it would catch him by surprise.

The demon, however, either anticipated the ploy or must have somehow been aware of what A was doing. He shot out another of his tentacles and intercepted every one of the explosives, and when they detonated on impact all that burst into flames was that one tentacle. Nonetheless, he hissed in pain.

"That hurt, witch!" Kronos turned, the fact his one eye was not focused on A seemed to imply he still was not able to actually see the warrior-nun. "I might not be able to see you, but I can hear you just fine! In fact, all of my senses have been increased. Including my sense of smell!"

A's eyes widened as the demon released several tentacles in her direction. With moments to spare she did a back- flip, to try and get out of the way, and as a result all but one of the tentacles missed her. That one, though, happened to graze her right ankle, and though the covering of the boot caused it pain the malleable member lashed around her ankle like a vice. He jerked her off her feet, and started dragging her toward Kronos.

"Got you!" the demon grumbled. "As for you two..." He brought two tentacles up between Charley and Miko's legs and slammed them both deep into their helpless pussies, causing them both to arch their backs and scream. Neither of the warrior-nuns was a virgin--it was part of their training that they lose their virginities before they set out after a demon, to lessen the amount of power it could draw from them if they were caught--but neither had actually been fucked before either. Plus, Kronos' tentacles were much thicker than any human's penis could ever hope to be, they were both being torn apart from the inside, and bellowed in pain.

A was far from helpless, though she wondered how much longer her partners had. Charley and Miko were already succumbing to the demon's influence--they were shuddering and screaming as they came, and she knew the same to be in store for her as well unless she could somehow get away. She reached down to her boot, and drew out a small silver dagger which she turned and jammed deep into Kronos' tentacle.

Startled, the demon reflexively withdrew the wounded member, and growled. "Why you little..."

Even Kronos was staggered by the next series of tremors, which caused the entire surface of the pentagram to be filled with a series of ever-expanding spiderwebbed cracks. It happened again, and again, as if something within was trying desperately to get out, and the demon could not help but smile.

"It appears one of my fellow demons has discovered a weakness in the dimensional fabric!" He held tight as Miko and Charley screamed and came one last time and then grew still, their stomachs beginning to swell. "Whoever it is must be very determined." He laughed. "This does not bode well for your world!"

A's face lost it's last ounce of color, and her jaw went slack. One demon was bad enough--she had already lost her partners, it seemed--but two would be impossible for her to defeat by herself. And the more demons that came into the earthrealm, the harder it would be for the Sisterhood as well.

Kronos shrugged Miko and Charley aside, no longer even concerned for his new spawn, and spread his arms. "It is time my brother!" Flames erupted high into the air when, for the second time in as many days, the hellgate released an inhuman monster into the realm of earth. "Welcome to the new world!"

Even though the hellgate had already sealed itself plumes of flame still remained--they began to swirl and twist in a vaguely bird-like shape, with its wings outstretched, around an enormous figure. The new arrival did not move nor speak, but there was something about it that made A shudder nonetheless.

At length most of the flames began to dwindle, the rest coaslescing into fiery wings. It was still an awesome sight to see, even though the unidentified demon had yet to move or speak.

Kronos' eye widened. He snarled in surprise. "You? Here?"

If she had not known better, A would have thought the demon who'd raped Charley and Miko was afraid of the one it was now facing. A rival, perhaps? Or an enemy?

The newcomer still did not respond, nor move except to cross it's massive arms.

Kronos crouched down, and growled, displaying obvious aggressive-submissive tendancies. Whoever or whatever this new demon was, he was clearly threatened by it.

A, however, did not feel particularly relieved. 'Even if they fight,' she said to herself. 'I lose. No matter which one wins, the other will probably come after me.' She knew she could always run, though it was unlikely she would get a safe enough distance before one or both found her again. 'Besides, I want to see who wins.' She was determined she would watch the battle, if it did indeed occur, and worry about the victor afterwards.

"I don't care who you are! I will not die easily!" Kronos stepped forward and released crackling beams of crimson energy from both his eyes and hands at the same time.

The other demon casually raised one arm and batted away the beams as if they were nothing. "Perhaps not," it said at length, as it was taking a step forward. "But you shall die!"

A gasped, and Kronos recoiled, as the giant demon reached out it's hand. The arm grew, as if it were a tremendous snake, and the dagger-like talons of it's hand clamped around Kronos' torso like a vise. The smaller demon thrashed about and roared as he was lifted into the air and squeezed like a big blue grape.

"Stop! You can't do this!" Kronos bellowed. "We are kin!"

"Little whelp! I am nothing like you," said the giant. "I am not simply a demon. I am...the demigorge!" The leathery flesh of it's hand abruptly burst into flames, which engulfed and quickly incinerated the screaming Kronos. It shook off the dust of the smaller demons remains and shook it's head. "It is done."

A lurched to her feet, stunned by what she had just seen, and heard. 'A demigorge?'

The monstrous demon then turned to face the tiny human woman, it's eyes softening somewhat when it saw her. "I had a feeling I would find you here. It seems fitting, somehow."

"You know me?" A asked. "How is that possible?"

"We have met before," said the demigorge. "Long ago. In another life."

A shook her head. "I think I'd remember a gigantic, green-skinned demon in any lifetime."

"I did not always look like this," the demigorge replied. "Perhaps, if I concentrate..." It doubled over, growling, it's arms clutching at it's stomach as it's body began to collapse in on itself. The creature shrank rapidly, it's hide losing the green scaley texture and taking on more of a pinkish hue. It's limbs deflated, it's head grew small and round, and kinky blond hair sprouted from it's scalp.

A blinked. Her eyes were playing tricks on her, they had to be. In the span of less than a minute the demonic beast was gone. In it's place, was a beauty. A familiar, impossible figure she had given up on ever seeing again. Her breath caught in her throat as she managed to squeeze out one word.

A name.

"Jesse?"

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