The Sisterhood's Transsexual Interdimentional Schoolgirl Lesbian

by MadHat886

A number of women from different worlds end up in a world where lesbian demons and futa dark elves hunt them down to make them their sex slaves. By Krellscholar.

18. Chapter 18

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Chapt. 18

The Tournament to Unify The Dykes With Their Bottoms
The Climax
Part Two

or

Can Sakura Escape the Sweet Curse of the Sisterhood?

The door leading out of Sappho's Private Apartments opened briefly and Wendy briskly stepped out, smiling smugly. Behind her, through the briefly opened door, was Sappho…on her face.
The Goddess was draped over one of her oversized floor pillows, lush round and full ass sticking nearly straight up, thighs spread wide. Her nightgown-like robe was carelessly thrown over her head and through its veritably transparent material Sappho's dreamy smile and tired, contented facial features could be made out clearly. Eyes closed, she was the picture of a freshly fucked young new wife after being gang-banged by the Best Man and all the other Grooms-in-Waiting from the just completed Wedding Party.
Between the Goddess' still quivering, smoothly taut and openly upturned rotund meatloaves, obvious with the most casual of glance's, could be seen a…hole…a gap…a deep and dark indentation, a veritable borehole located directly over where Sappho's dainty, pink anus should be! Anyone glancing more than the briefest of time would recognize that the alien opening was created through the spreading of her firm, full buttocks far, far apart by some overwhelming, irresistible, callous and, above all, expansive phallic like object. An object that had just been removed to leave said gap in its awesome penetrating wake.
As the door automatically closed behind her, Wendy sped up her strides. She was in a hurry to meet with, now, her fellow Sisters of the Sisterhood, to confirm what, in a moment of sincere 'weakness'…a moment of inhumanly deep, tissue rending violated 'weakness', Sappho had agreed…had to amongst her hysterical, and vividly orgasmic, howls, that Wendy did indeed 'qualify' for membership.
The luscious teenaged dyke wore just a cheerleader small skirt around her narrow waist.
And nothing else.
Anyway not much was needed, or appreciated, in the way of 'fashion' when in Sappho's presence or in her apartments. However, the skirt truly wasn't the only thing she wore for, with her quick steps the skirt would fly up in back to reveal a black leather 'belt' that wrapped around her high school sophomore tight waist and continuing around the bases of each of her thighs, anchoring it securely about her deliciously wide hips. And one glance at the front of the skirt betrayed what that belt anchored. The skirt in front was raised…raised because it was laying upon, and doing very little to hide, a massively wide and intimidatingly long, smooth, torpedo shaped deep, absolute black faux phallus jutting out from that belt and her bald loins.
Wendy well knew, and bargained on, that the clearly artificial thing would be intimidating to any female: Easily sixteen inches long and many inches wide (In fact, as wide as the hole present between Sappho's forced apart buttocks!), it shone in its smooth and black, irresistible inflexibility.
Wendy, from long experience, was confident that very few females of any stripe or sexual orientation would, even could defy, better yet escape, the delightfully evil, and quite addictive, mind bending effects generated once a female had been mounted by someone who knew how to use the womyn taming beast.
And Wendy knew how to use one!
Her confidence was based on her record…batting 1000 so far…after getting away from Ama-arhus that is…'batting' nearly perfect with her imposing 'weapon' against the Humans or, especially, the Elves she had 'run across' in this place.
Wendy had the equivalent of a Black Belt in how to use it on, or in, a female, regardless of the victim's being enthused, or not, as to her inevitable fate!
As she had just demonstrated with wildly intense, dominating, and exhilarating pleasure upon Sappho's back…
Wendy continued to firmly stride, her teenaged firm, pink and stiff peaked tits, almost a man's handful (Even though, she was confident, no man would ever get his hands around one of Wendy's suck cones!) by now, quivering oh so slightly when her heels struck the floor.
Then a flash directly before her stopped her cold.
Once her eyes adjusted immediately she made out a tall, gorgeous womyn, wearing a gown from shoulders to feet that was as transparent as Sappho's had been. It took her a moment after, no helping it, hungrily gawking on the heart stopping beauty of the womyn's stacked trunk and flared, hairless hips (Not unlike Sappho's gorgeous frame, only taller!) before raising her vision up to the stranger's face. Then she frowned.
"Ama-arhus?!" she gasped incredulously. Then she looked again down at the Goddess' loins, but she saw only babybutt smooth, pink cameltoe. "How? You're not a…"
The Goddess' smooth, deep telepathic voice echoed in Wendy's skull and off the hallway walls, "That is not important, is it? That you recognized me is!"
"B…but how?" Wendy replied, feeling a sudden flash of fear shooting up her spine. "What is she doing here?" the Teenager asked herself. "Surely she knows I'm no longer in her…service! What could she want now?"
As if she read the girl's mind, Ama-arhus answered, "I need another Champion, now that you have been…defeated. I have decided to make my next Champion myself! And I need to be female to become pregnant by my present Champion, you see. Thus, I am female! Now, of course, I will not remain a female! I will reacquire my prior, more familiar and more…intimidating form once I have had my Champion impregnate me and I deliver a new champion a few weeks from hence. So remember me and my requests, Wendy, or I will hunt you down and…punish you with something much more 'natural' and much, much more powerful than that what is strapped around your delightful hips now!"
Trying to maintain a brave appearance Wendy nodded, then lied, "I…I understand! I have always wanted to come back to your side…"
The Goddess, just as quickly, frowned. "Don't insult my intelligence little cunt licker!" Ama-arhus roared back. "I know how…attractive those lesbians can be to a fellow lesbian…like you! But that does not matter, now, and I am not here for that! There is a very good chance that, if that vampire can be eliminated, you will be picked to join the Sisterhood!"
"Well, I guess so. Sappho has already told me that she would recommend my joining, if Sappho's champion wins."
"Yes, and I will instruct my Champion to do the same!"
"Your Champion? Who's that?"
"Carmine, the Sex Assassin."
Wendy's features abruptly hardened.
"Yesss!" Ama-arhus replied, nodding her head with a little, knowing smile. "You remember Carmine, don't you! You remember her prick, don't you? You remember who mounted you and used that divine dick to force my spells out of you, making you just another teenaged lesbian in a world of dykes! Well, control your temper for she might be the one that gets you into the Sisterhood!"
Wendy shook her head in confusion. "But why are you doing this? Surely you must know that I…I do not wish to come back to you! I no longer want to be your slave! I belong to Sappho…"
Ama-arhus smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Of course! I do not want you back! I do not even want you for my bed…at least until I am back in my old form! And I have no desire to enslave you…at least as yet, or destroy your new relationship with Sappho. It is your joining the Sisterhood that interests me! Its just there will be some times, and they may never come, where I will ask of you for a…favor! That's all I ask."
It was Wendy's turn to frown. She put her fists on the tops of her hip bones. "I will not betray my fellow Sisters, no matter what you do!" Wendy bravely, and thoughtlessly, barked back.
Ama-arhus smiled, dangerously. Then, in an entirely too calm and soft voice, returned, "Oh? 'Never?' My, My, 'never' is a very long time! And 'no matter what I do?'" Then Ama-arhus chucked…again very dangerously. "Well, before you start telling me what you will or won't do, little cunt licker, let me show you a bit of the…consequences you will experience if you ever deny me again!" The Goddess waved her right arm through the air.
And instantly Wendy was in another place…
A big, round room, solid rock walls all around her, as well as above and below, as if it was a cavern buried entirely inside of a mountain.
"Which it is," Wendy told herself a moment after looking around.
Red lanterns hung by chains from the ceiling and flaming torches jutted out from the walls, providing eerie, imperfect lighting. Nonetheless, her quick look-over betrayed that there were no doors visible, no obvious exits.
At last she saw the womyn. Womyn of different sizes, hair colors, races, though all Human or Elfkin, all chained either to hang from the ceiling or attached defenselessly to the curved, hewn walls.
Then, as these realizations were being presented to her in a sequence, she realized that she too was hanging from her wrists, her toes barely able to reach the floor while her hands were chained to the ceiling overhead!
Next she could hear, and then see, that the Womyn were not only howling in indignation but now writhing/struggling in the inhuman clutches of powerful and over-towering…creatures. She quickly recognized the familiar Succubii arrogantly abusing their victims, pawing and…violating the Humans in their diabolical clutches. Most of their prey, however, were those Elves who found themselves in their clawed hands and/or wrapped around some type of demonically enlarged phallus.
The Elves were not putting up much of a fight, nor would they in any manner be mistaken as howling in indignation!
"Elves were always more tramp than the sweet petite love dolls that men always thought they were." Wendy thought. "There is no easier conquest than a lonely, and thereby horny, Elf!"
But there also were other…things pawing and mauling the womyn. Things with hooves and warped, broken horns. Things with short wings, long thick whip like tails and who were very knowledgeable of the female physique. Especially where in womyn they could 'insert' monstrous cock-like organs. Organs that they sprouted so openly from their loins…and mouths…and tails…and anywhere else, apparently, they wished to!
"Things" she instantly didn't want to look at, think about, and certainly not have touching her!
Nonetheless all of these creatures, including the tall, powerful Succubii, at the least were equipped individually with an arm long and quite inhumanly thick male…organ attached to, in the case of just the Succubii, one bloated sack containing two softball sized, at least, testicles hanging nearly to their knees. Thus 'equipped', they could allow their organs to continuously drip what Wendy assumed was wormy, lumpy copious semen.
What really caught her attention and, voluntarily or not, 'moved' her feminine side, was the way in which the hideously grinning Succubii easily and mercilessly drove those outrageous phalli balls deep into whichever feminine opening was available in whomever they took a fancy to…
The screams of the violated: that of the high pitched, glass shattering wails of Elves hoisted into the air by brutally impaling organs that bloated their delicious, usually immutably flat bellies, while exploding the Elf's usually calm, sophisticated demeanor with forced, uncontrollable, unasked for and irresistible orgasm. Wendy quickly recognized the louder and lower pitched cries as the desperate, straining howls of Humans forced to submit to monstrous violation, usually both front and back, and loving the bliss that inevitably accompanied the dual fucking. Of course this included the soft, nearly hidden gags, gulps, and retchings of those, both Human and Elfkin, who found themselves, willingly or not, on their knees in eager oral 'service', their willingly or not, wide open mouths sucking and choking on demonic cocks of their new lovers/conquerors while guiding said pricks into widely spread and stuffed throats.
'Lovers' who were simply over-towering will-crushing sex-monsters.
Wendy stared, horror in her wide eyes, trying to make sense of this…place. "This must be a dream…or nightmare!"
Then a Succubus was standing before her, towering over her! A count later and her back was registering what had to be another body against her, a hot, silky body whose big, firm breasts were around the back of her head.
"Aphrodite!" she gasped when she looked up…far up to see the smirking face of the overarching Succubus standing before her.
Her heart started pounding, her loins moistening, as a wild, mad need for outlandish, crazy sex seized her. Through no thought or actions of her own, suddenly she wanted, needed to be sexually violated, and by the most inhumanly sized organs as she could get! In her mind's eye she could see what she wanted, see how she could satisfy, gratify that entirely new craving for monstrous, life threatening, inhuman penetration now surging unrestrained by any desires, thoughts, or experiences from the Sisterhood through her straining, thoroughly heated up body.
She saw two Succubii…Succubii that she knew…towering over her and grinning down on the doomed lesbian teenager. Succubii equipped with huge cocks and stuffed balls…Succubii who could enslave her to actions that up to now had disgusted her.
"I'm not like that!" she screamed at herself. "I've never wanted this!"
Immediately she got what she had been unnaturally hungering for…she felt two wet and silky sex-poles, seemingly as hot as molten iron, unerringly press up against her two nether feminine openings.
Wendy bit down on her lower lip to stifle the sudden moan that rose in her throat as her body welcomed the most intimate of contacts between her and those Succubii. Yet her mind refused to go along with her body, finding her fate repulsive…at the moment. But there was nothing practical she could do to prevent what was obviously going to happen to her defenselessly chained, absolutely stripped naked, teenaged nubile body!
She closed her eyes to shut out the terror and doom of this place…and her imminent fate. Over and over she silently spoke her new mantra: "It's only just a dream! It's only just a dream! It's only just a dream!"
Then she heard, "Let me introduce myself!" coming from behind and above her. "Asthoreth's my name and stuffing uncooperative girl's asses is my game!"
And, without further warning, Wendy was abruptly and utterly filled by the two outrageously oversized and invincible demonic pricks. The pain that followed immediately after the sphincters of the two openings leading into her abdomen were spectacularly and viciously driven open by the heartless and overwhelming Demon-cock violation was mind crippling. The subsequent sensation of having her tubes leading from those openings thoroughly stuffed and savagely stretched past rending was, in a word, horrible. At that moment she thought it the worse experience in her life.
"It's just a dream!" she screamed at herself as she screamed her violation up at the pitiless, possessive, over-the-top Demons.
Then, veritably a split second after the death threatening agony began, the sensations…changed. At first mixing in with the horrible pain, then rapidly suppressing and replacing said pain, was the most wondrous fullness and delicious very feminine pleasure she had ever known, even imagined. The insane mixture of stuffed gut pain and stuffed gut pleasure lasted only a short period of time before the pain simply disappeared.
Once their victim had stopped jerking and thrashing between them in awful agony, the Succubii began flexing their belly buried organs, effortlessly moving Wendy's feminine guts around inside her.
And Wendy squinted her eyes nearly closed while pursing her lips to give out with the sweetest little "oooooo!"
Both Succubii responded by chuckling degradingly down at their cock-possessed victim. After a half minute of meanly despising Wendy's typically Human weakness for belly stuffing violation, they started using the pregnant looking teenager…for their own pleasures.
They knew that she would, could no longer feel any pain from their inhuman penetrations.
Just mind bending bliss.
Subsequently they started stroking their individual pricks in over foot long drives, pumping wickedly wide demonic pipe in and out of the no longer quiet girl, ruthlessly and insanely sandwich fucking the thoroughly cock-overwhelmed and distracted lesbian.
And Wendy was howling and desperately thrashing, just like all the other womyn chained to the walls and ceiling of the chamber,…the chamber with no openings, no exits, no escape, no hope.
The two monstrously tall and powerful Succubii were now using the girl, holding Wendy still in their irresistible grasp, driving as one into her defenseless feminine openings, stuffing her tubes and bloating her teen belly. They would withdraw together, very temporarily, only to powerfully drive back into her, again together, to the accompaniment of Wendy's hysterical screams.
Screams not unlike those she had earlier heard from the other womyn chained down in this hellish place.
Between the two of them they had not much difficulty holding her in place for their pleasures, yet Wendy still tried desperately, yet futilely, to writhe, to escape.
Then her forced, hysterical howling abruptly changed pitch downward, and with utter shock on her beautiful, sweaty face she was…easily forced over the edge into orgasmic madness. The teenager sandwiched between two unsparing, inhumanly powerful, horse-hung Succubii helplessly exploded in the most intense, out of control orgasm she had ever experienced.
She came and came, her mind blanking out, her body instinctively humping between the two fully buried Succubii sex-poles to the accompaniment of sharp, forced grunts as either organ driving into her forced the air out of her lungs. It seemed that as long as she was pinned between the two dominate Demons, impotently accommodating their obscenely shaped and sized organs, she couldn't, wouldn't be permitted to come down from her wondrous continuous orgasm.
It was the best feeling she had ever had.
Her last conscious thoughts reminded her that this bliss was also very, very addictive.
Abruptly, though, she was in a different place…
She opened her eyes with a jerk and gasp. She was covered in sweat, panting like a runner, still tingling from the orgasm she thought would never end.
Worse, she wanted another one as quickly and in the worse way possible!
"Told you so!" was her first thought. "Believing in dreams!"
She was laying on a rock, one hollowed and smoothed by many, many young female bodies long before her to make a comfortable 'bed' for her to lay on. Her ass was on the edge of the rock, her asscheeks bulging over the edge. Her legs were up in the air, her head rested on a smooth rock 'pillow'.
Something moved, down just past her ass and between her raised up thighs. Then Wendy made it out: She (For 'she' had to be a 'she' with a pair of tits someone in Hollywood named Brittany would die to have!) was short with long, pointed ears, as mentioned an impressive rack, and dark skin. She was not uncomely and she smiled with deep maroon lips in a most friendly manner when their eyes met.
"Welcome!" she exclaimed in the high pitched voice of the Elves. "Ama-arhus has told me to 'educate' you on the consequences of not 'cooperating' with her!"
She apparently stepped up on a rock for suddenly Wendy could see the well built, but short Elf down to her thighs. Wendy's eyes widened in shock for, instead of a delightfully tight lipped, bright pink/maroon pussy, there was a foot plus long, arm thick black cock!
"Dark Elves!" Wendy gasped in sudden fear. Of all the minions of Ama-arhus' realm, those attractive and sexy dark skinned creatures with the soul robbing organs and addictive semen frightened her the most. She reminded herself silently but frantically, "It's only a dream! It's only a dream!"
The Dark Elf grinned. "Dark Elves! How right you are!" She took her organ, already iron bar hard, and pumped it casually, causing a seemingly endless stream of coiled precum to drool out the hole at the tip. The hot, lumpy fluid cascaded down on Wendy's smooth mound to slide in a greasy torrent down over her stiff, unhooded, pink clit then between her parted labia and, finally, down her deep asscrack.
The girl moaned abruptly as the metaphysical wadd burned her most tender pink flesh like lust inducing lava.
The smirking Dark Elf started running her fist sized cockhead up and down between Wendy's thrown back thighs, bulling apart her soaked and expanded labia, and lubricating deeply between her pressed together buns. "So," the Dark Elf said matter of factly, "Ama-arhus says you're a major lesbian…a dyke even! Well, that's what the Dark Elves are for, changing attitudes! You know our cum is addictive, once you get enough? This stuff I'm running between your tight cheeks and over that stiff little button of yours is going to burn something awful in about a day or so…if you don't get more, that is. And if I give you a second 'dose', you'll be hooked forever on our pussy and mind expanding pricks! You'll get a permanent case of the 'me so horny's for our big black dicks after that. And here's the best part! You'll soon want nothing else! All you'll want is my big dong plowing and stuffing and spreading your sweet, tight, pink holes, just like all these other womyn down here! No one, not Human Mage or Elf warrior, can deny the craving once they get enough of our semen into them.
"And that's what Ama-arhus wants. If you ever double-cross her again she'll send you back here and about a half dozen of us will work you over…for about a century or so…real good! You'll be walking bowlegged afterward and you'll remember us every time you sit down!
"Now," she finished, carefully lining up her now nearly sixteen inch long, definitely wider than any Human male she ever saw, sex pole with her flaming pink, shiny wet, womanly opening. "Let me give you a sample of what will happen if you are ever sent back here!"
Wendy felt the hot, firm and, above all else, wide glans press unerringly into her hardly used (if you exclude the two Succubii in her just past dream) womynly opening, spreading her still tight entrance. Wide eyed, she frantically tried to grip the rock around her fingernails as tight as she could, awaiting her impaled fate.
She didn't have to wait long. The Dark Elf gave her a knowing smirk, then popped the first sized cockhead into her with one sudden, jabbing thrust.
Wendy gave out with a short, but ear piercing shriek, then clamped her teeth together with a 'clink'. Her first thoughts were, "That felt soooo goooood!" She thought it was supposed to hurt like the dickens! Why, then, did having that fist just inside her feel so…
"Feel good?" the Dark Elf, seeing Wendy's involuntary but frank reaction, chuckled while lining up the rest of her prodigious cock shaft with the now whining Wendy's fuck tube. "Don't be embarrassed! Many, many womyn have preceded you! They were all afraid of the pain in taking my pudcap!
"At first!
Then they all remarked how…good it felt once I was inside them! And they all broke under me and around my cock! Sworn virgins like Nuns and Elfin Temple Priestess' have reacted just as you will! Pussies can't help it! Now, let's see how much you are like them!"
With an exaggerated roar of accomplishment the Dark Elf smoothly, slowly, relentlessly, completely drove the remaining dozen or so inches of wrist thick shaft into the former lesbian.
As the dinosaur dick disappeared into her, Wendy turned her head away as if to hide the acknowledgment of the Dark Elf's prediction: that, in spite of her dedicated lesbian attitude, regardless of her fear of taking such an inhuman organ into her hardly used (by men) opening, that all too masculine organ bulling irresistibly far, far into her felt so…damn good! She bit down on her lower lip and turned her head to the right so the chuckling, dominating Dark Elf wouldn't see the expression on her face…the expression of wince generating, absolute bliss on her face…as the monstrous phallus sank into her. But she just couldn't stop the long, soft moan of overwhelming pleasure she gave out as the cock slid into her and her belly swelled, showing how far up her the bestial organ was reaching.
When the cockhead finally smashed into her untouched (by anything masculine) cervix and proceeded to push her womb farther up into her belly, stars flashed in her mind and she found herself staring up at the cock grinding Dark Elf, a look of absolute terror on her sweaty face.
"Don't you worry, little girl," said the Dark Elf in an intimate soft voice. She was equally slowly withdrawing most of her battering ram. "This won't take long, you're tighter than most womyn I deal with down here. It's all I can do not to explode into your snug, sweet belly." Then she smoothly stroked back in.
As the cock slid into her Wendy's lower jaw dropped and, eyes partially rolled up, her head fell back with a little 'thunk' against the rock. As her belly swelled dramatically around demonic cock she, unable to help it nor stop it, gave out with a loud, drawn out moan of despicable indescribable pleasure.
"Yea!" the Dark Elf chuckled as she pulled back again. Wendy's juices were dripping off the massive shaft of her cock now, so the Dark Elf knew that lubrication would not be a problem.
Just penetration.
Without hesitation the she plowed back in.
As the depraved meat pole again slid deeply into her, effortlessly spreading the Human's sloppy vagina, Wendy winced again, right before the driving, smirking Dark Elf. When the dark skinned prick smacked into Wendy's cervix, she gasped a brief, but unfeigned, cry of pleasure.
"Good girl!" the Dark Elf chuckled, while pulling her outrageously dimensioned organ back one more time, "Just like all the other Humans I have broken! Now, lets see how you like this!" and she took up a furious fucking, driving into Wendy's guts with brutal power and speed, driving her glans sharply against Wendy's cervix, smacking violently against the girl's 'spot' and making her normally taut and flat belly heave and then swell from the feet of organ stuffed into her. Harder and harder, quicker and ever quicker the demonic thing plowed into Wendy, making the now head tossing teenager wail and scream her torrid sexual bliss to pinned feminine submission and, eventually, cry wanton praise up to her delicious, masterfully competent, and divinely wondrous conquerer.
The Dark Elf showed she had not been lying about Wendy's snug belly for, after only eight mad drives in and out, she was yanking her massively swollen cock out of the girl's sloppy and actively sucking pussy, directing it over the blond's humping hips, and waiting an agonizing count until the girl opened her eyes in puzzlement as to why the delicious belly swelling fuck had stopped…
Wendy had just enough time to focus on the firmly swollen, vividly purple glans of the Dark Elf, hovering and jerking over her sweaty, tossing navel little more than a foot from her little pointed nose…
With a roar of released restraint the Dark Elf spewed a foot long, thumb thick stream of lumpy cum right across Wendy's wide eyed face, much of the metaphysical goo disappearing into the girl's wide open mouth. So fast had the semen erupted from the long, thick black cock that the girl didn't jerk her head until that first gush had already splattered across her face…
…Then…
…Wendy was back in the hallway just outside Sappho's apartments, facing a calmly smiling Ama-arhus. So sudden had been her 'transfer' that she was only halfway through the cum dodging head jerk when she found herself facing the Goddess.
"It was a dream…a hallucination!" she immediately screamed…thought…hoped. "It couldn't have been real!"
But deep down inside she knew better.
Then her tongue reached out and licked up some spooge hanging from her lower lip and she instantly knew…
A wicked rush of lust roared through her when she tasted the…delicious…Dark Elf semen. It made her want more…to get more…to submissively, desperately get more. As she shuddered and hissed under the effects, the addictive effects, of the semen her mind confirmed, "She HAD been in those places! She had sent me there! With a snap of her fingers!"
"Yes, my dear, "Ama-arhus interrupted her panicked thoughts. "Both of those places exist, as you should remember from your days as my…assistant. Furthermore, and as you well know, there are some other…hells…equally as demeaning, and worse, that I could have sent you! I just wanted to let you know that I mean business, that Sappho cannot protect you, even in her apartments! So, let it be clear that you deny me at your own substantial risk!"
Staring wide and white eyed at the tall Goddess, an intimidated and docile Wendy nodded. Meekly and sincerely.
"Good!" Ama-arhus replied. "Well, I have other womyn to…'council' so, Ta-Ta!" and with a snap of her fingers she disappeared with another blinding flash.

Aphrodite was leading Carmine down the hallway from Ama-arhus' apartments, dragging her again by the Succubus' handhold on the Sex Assassin's ever protuberant, tumescent, unbending meat-hammer. Carmine, notwithstanding Ama-arhus' latest most expert and enthusiastic blowjob that subsequently produced another massive unloading down Divine throat, was drooling yet again, as had been typical since she had been cursed by the Goddess, a seemingly endless flow of tacky, wormy wadd all over the Succubus' cock holding hand and wrists.
Carmine was having trouble concentrating, the insane lust surging through her ever more potent, more distracting. Within minutes of spewing down a gagging Goddess' throat, she was throbbing again, fully distended, and she could think of nothing more than finding another sweet and tight pink female hole to bury herself into!
"Don't I have a bout coming up?" she asked herself silently. "Isn't it with Sakura, or Miko, or…somebody? And how soon? I gotta get off!"
Then Carmine's red eyes fixed once again on Aphrodite's full, round, plump and perfect (of course for a Succubus!) ass. Instantly her conversation with herself was forgotten. She started drooling literally over those twin loaves of smooth, firm buttmeat as they flexed and ground against each other with each of Aphrodite's hip flipping steps.
Suddenly, once again, Carmine wanted to fuck…to plow that always tight and hot, always willing and eager Succubus ass! Bury the Sex Assassin's inhumanly swollen and extended meat completely into Succubus guts, then almost all the way out before driving back in until Aphrodite's flat abdomen bulged out with Carmine's mad, fierce, complete penile violations. Fuck the demonic Bitch into screaming thrashing orgasm…again! Use the Succubus for a cum tank…to fuck quarts of wadd into that firm and trim Succubus belly until her flesh swelled with Carmine's semantic injection and Aphrodite's guts growled in noisy praise!
Highly visual and passionate thoughts leaped into Carmine's head: She wouldn't…couldn't wait. She'd mount Aphrodite now, right here in the hallway! She would leap upon the Succubus' back, and drive every swollen inch of rampaging dick into her ass! She force the overwhelmed, and enthralled no doubt, Aphrodite down to the floor…for Carmine's use of her!
Just as she was about to leap, all her plans/fantasies were interrupted by an abrupt flash before them.
As Carmine blinked her eyes she unexpectedly heard Aphrodite hiss like a snake. Seconds later, finally able to see outlines before her eyes, she saw the Succubus standing motionless before her, arms raised, her claws extended.
Full vision returning Carmine caught herself glaring at the Succubus' breathtaking display of supremely rotund and firm butt-muscle. She raised her eyes to look over Aphrodite's shoulder to see…
Ryoko!
Standing there with a big smirk on her inhumanly beautiful face!
Carmine, still red eyed and panting in sex-magick overdose saw those demonic tits, those inhumanly big and pointed jugs, that rock hard and tiny waist, those generously wide and powerful hips and those perfect, of course, full thighs straddling a bright pink pussy, and her cock jumped a good foot and laid about a half cup of near solid precum across the distracted Aphrodite's glorious ass.
Aphrodite, still in her fighting stance, hissed, "What're YOU doing here! This is Ama-arhus' territory!"
Ryoko just smirked at the Succubus as if she had nothing to fear from the threatening female demon. She looked, instead, at Carmine, first her face, then down to her bobbing cock. "Yessss!" she hissed herself, cock fixed eyes gleaming. "You're going to win, alright! Ain't no pussy alive that can resist that!"
Then she glanced at Aphrodite and back to Carmine. "I've got the other two 'Suck-you-bi' cum tanks in my rooms!" The towering, easily seven foot tall Demon waved her hand into the air and a gleaming metal disk appeared alongside her head, also about seven feet off the floor. The two Succubii were clearly visible, each chained into a nearly square vertical rack, arms and legs spread wide. They were gawking into the disk, their breathtaking tits rising and falling rapidly in a hard pant, their bodies glistening with what had to be…sweat.
Carmine promptly recognized the aroused, wet and sweaty condition of the two…irresistibly sexy…demons and inwardly gasped, "Succubii do not sweat! What did she do to them to put them into such a shape! What powers does Ryoko have that she hasn't shown me as yet?" Carmine recalled what she had been told from various females since she had arrived here: Of Ryoko's 'harem' atop the giant rock. Of sexually dominating a good dozen females upon that rock…having sexual mastery over all of them all at the same time.
To the Sex Assassin, Ryoko was proving herself, moment by moment, to be a most challenging competitor…or maybe opponent…in this place. Maybe more so than even Ama-arhus! "Fortunately," she added silently to herself, "she seems to be only interested in the 'seduction' of the womyn all around this gynasium!"
"So far!"
Ryoko saw the look of shock (and the natural question between professionals of "How?") on Carmine's face. "I have my methods!" She replied proudly to Carmine's silent inquiry. "Succubii aren't hard to…influence!" Then she waved her hand again and Carmine saw the two Succubus binding racks illustrated in the disk begin to rotate. Soon the two Succubii were rotated around.
And Carmine saw the…huge holes between both of their buttocks! And they were huge! As big as a man's fist, if not larger! They looked like a bowling ball would fit into them!
Carmine's cock was jumping up and down like an excited chihuahua, throwing tons of spunk all over the hallway.
Aphrodite just growled in rising fury.
Smirking arrogantly, Ryoko turned to Aphrodite, "Succubii are easy! Easier than Humans, really! All I have to do is whip out my 'persuader' and the sluts are waiting in line to wrap themselves around it!"
That did it! Immediately after the 'insensitive' comment, Aphrodite shrieked and leaped right at the still smirking Ryoko, talons up and extended, eyes glaring red and hate filled.
The Demon just waited, grinning confidently at the panting, sweating, drooling Carmine.
At just the precise moment to catch the Succubus in mid-flight, Ryoko's right arm shot out and her hand caught the flying figure, expertly cupping the airborne Aphrodite's pussy. At once, and since the Succubus was in her usual condition of dress: lush and distractingly naked, Carmine could irrefutably make out Ryoko's three long and powerful middle fingers of her cunt holding hand slam with lightning speed all the way, to the last knuckle, up the abruptly stunned Succubus' cunt.
Aphrodite, suddenly stopped in mid air upon the immobile hand of her potential victim, gawked in utter shock and building horror at Ryoko, her oval cat eyes instantly wide and white, her lower jaw dropped in abrupt astonishment.
Even Carmen could 'read' Aphrodite's face, "How fast this Demon moved!"
Carmen reminded herself to remember that speed.
Ryoko, seemingly effortlessly, lifted the startled Succubus up solely by her cunt grip till Aphrodite's face was even with the still smirking Demon's.
Some seven feet above the floor.
At once the Succubus squinted her eyes openly and she began to writhe upon Ryoko's hand.
Ryoko was moving her belly buried fingers, frigging the Succubus' fuck tube, scraping across Succubus cervix.
After just a couple of minutes of this Aphrodite was now no longer squirming, but humping. Vigorously humping that hand between her thighs. That hand holding her up. That hand whose fingers were almost penetrating the Succubus' womb!
"Like that, pussy?" Ryoko meanly, evilly growled. "Want more of it?"
Suddenly Aphrodite gave the Demon the most sweet, pleasant, and…incredibly Carmine thought…innocent smile. She beamed at the chuckling Demon, her face a mask of an increasingly enthusiastic schoolgirl. A schoolgirl with no more objections…no more resistance, to the long, powerful fingers impaling her.
A schoolgirl finger-fucked for the first time and loving it.
"Okay you Bitch! Who's your Daddy now? Tell me what you want, Pussy!" Ryoko fairly bellowed into Aphrodite's bliss filled face.
"Fuck me!" Aphrodite replied in a high pitch, "daddy's little girl" voice.
Now Ryoko chuckled, loud and demeaningly, right into Aphrodite's face. "Oh, I will, Bitch!" she replied. "I will!"
Then the Demon turned to Carmine. "But later…" and Ryoko pushed the Succubus away from her. Aphrodite flew off of Ryoko's pussy grabbing hand with a syrupy pop as her twat sucked on the Demon's withdrawing fingers. She hardly had time to screech as she flew backwards approximately a foot before disappearing in mid-air in a bright flash.
When the Demon directed all her attention back to Carmine the Sex Assassin tried to assume a defensive position, anticipating an assault. Her very nearly out of control prick maintained its iron bar rigid, flexing, bobbing and drooling jutting display of sex-magick overdose.
Ryoko's piercing cat-eyes fixed on Carmine's glowing red ones. She instantly recognized Carmine's tension. "Don't worry, Human! I'm not here to attack you! Just to let you know something I have heard from the Streetfighters that have been my 'guests' of late!
"And to ask a favor!"
Carmine stared a moment, trying to sort out what Ryoko had just said from all the fiery, ball burning, and very involuntary thoughts of raping all the Streetfighters here…especially Sakura constantly sweeping through her head! But after a moment of sorting reality from magickally induced fantasy she relaxed, finally realizing what the Demon had said.
Carmine said through a dry throat, "T…tell me w…what?"
Ryoko's smile broadened, both in size and friendliness. She looked almost…human. "I know you spent some time with Sakura, the Streetfighter. Right?"
Momentarily startled, Carmine nodded.
"I'm figuring you and her…ah…got kinda 'close' for awhile as you journeyed here. Right?"
Suddenly Carmine frowned. "I'm listening," was all she said.
If possible for a denizen of the Lower Regions to look semi-sheepish, Ryoko did. "Well, I'll come right out with it! I've been…'entertaining' the other Streetfighters here of late. And…and they…enjoyed it! And it was so much…fun…fuc…er…'entertaining' them that I thought I'd do Sakura, too! See, its so much fun to have to fight a girl, a really talented girl fighter, and then fuck their brains out afterward! And everyone…all the other Streetfighters…agree that Sakura is the best!
"But you and her… This is sort of a 'courtesy call'. Since you were the last person 'with' her I felt I should at least tell you ahead of time…"
Carmine was again rigid. "Tell me what?" she softly said.
Ryoko gave out with her most sheepish grin. "Well, I want…I'm going to…" then she became animated, speeding up her words as anticipation grew in her, "pin that Sakura like I did the other Streetfighters! Pin her good and proper, as only I can do! I'm going to make her scream my name as my cum squirts out her ears!"
She abruptly calmed down when she saw Carmine's growing frown. "Well, anyway, I was…am…letting you know, as her last 'friend', that I'm going to get her…get her good! I just wanted to let you know…you know, so you don't hear about it from someone else…so you're not the last to know! It's only common courtesy!"
Trying to control her breathing and fight down her rising anger, Carmine abruptly realized what had been in the back of her mind for a long time. She didn't like the idea of Ryoko, or anyone else, 'making it' with Sakura! She really didn't care about the other Streetfighters…just Sakura! Sakura was something 'special' to her.
"Do I love Sakura?" she thought. "Do I want her as my…partner?"
She didn't say no…
Before the thinking Carmine could respond, Ryoko went on, "Oh, and I wanted to tell you…and this is priceless! All those Streetfighters, when I had them pinned, and you of all people know how 'honest' womyn get with a foot and a half of demon dick in their bellies, each one of them told me that they thought that Sakura loves you! Isn't that the funniest thing? Little Miss Man Hater, falling for someone with a schlong as big as yours!
"Well, I thought it was priceless!"
Carmine's fists clenched alongside her wide, naked hips.
The Demon went on, oblivious to the severe tension building, and showing, in the Sex Assassin's body language and facial expression. "Well, as a professional courtesy, I just wanted to let you know that…and I'll wait until Sakura is out of the tourney…I'm going to fuck the little minx bowlegged just as soon as I can get my hands on her and my dick in her!"
She started to turn, then stopped and looked back, "Oh! And good luck in the tourney!" She renewed her turn, presenting her back to the now quivering Carmine, and raised her right hand.
The red haze that had been over Carmine's sight for the past two days abruptly surged into a crystal clear, brightly glowing, fiery pink. Her nostrils flared, then her demonically glowing eyes fixed on that magnificent demonic bubblebutt that Ryoko, all seven feet of her, was presenting to the Sex Assassin at nearly navel level. Then a vision appeared in Carmine's fevered mind: Of a startled and outraged Sakura, forced upon her back by demonic coercive and seductive power, legs up and spread wide to admit between them, whether voluntarily or not but certainly with great loathing, an arrogant and horse hung Ryoko. An arrogant Ryoko who had just buried her insanely dimensioned prick fully into the Streetfighter's nonetheless soaked and forcibly offered up bald, pink, nearly virginal pussy.
Carmine's pussy!
But what sent Carmine over the edge into murderous rage was the, admittedly, completely imaginary, though highly probable if Ryoko got her way, mental depiction of the overwhelmed Sakura's flat belly bulging hugely while her eyes rolled helplessly up out of sight as the callous self-centered Demon took up a vigorous plowing of Sakura's tight and fertile girl guts…
Just like Ryoko did with Chun Li and Cammy!
Carmine's glowing eyes locked on the Stygian Marianas Trench splitting Ryoko's bread loaf rotund, Riviera tanned dark, far protruding buttocks…
Before Ryoko could snap her fingers, Carmine exploded across the space between them. In two great and powerful strides she furiously seized the Demon by her broad shoulders.
"Wha?" Ryoko got out as Carmine turned her to her right. Then, before the Demon could utter another sound, the Sex Assassin drove the Demon, with all her own demonic spell enhanced strength, into the wall.
Ryoko's face and tits smashed into the wall, cracking it, almost bringing it down.
Expertly, from much experience and absolutely no mercy in her thoughts, Carmine stepped up to the stunned Demon, skillfully zeroing in her 'weapon' on Ryoko's deeply located target…
The clenched little pink hole way, way down between Ryoko's meatloaves…
"Just what are you doing!?" the Demon, with her face smashed into the wall, tried to bellow. There were cracks in the wall centered on her nose that radiated out at all angles.
"You are NOT going to fuc…bother Sakura!" was all Carmine could say or think right then as she forced her prick between the Demon's flexed buttocks. The Demon's rock hard buns reluctantly parted for the Assassin's 'weapon'. "Damn! Those cheeks are strong!" she thought as she slowly but relentlessly bored in.
Ryoko managed to pull her face off the wall. "You Bitch!" she screeched when she finally realized Carmine's intention. "You are so fucked!"
Then Carmine felt the still closed sphincter at the bottom of the Demon's asscrack spread, slightly, around the tip of her 'arrowhead'. Carmine, however, was far past the point of rational discussion with Ryoko. "No Bitch! You are!" she roared back as, with a single, well practiced drive of her hips, she breached Ryoko's pore, driving her cockhead, the dimensions of Ryoko's fist, into her red hot guts.
The Demon's glowing cat-eyes abruptly widened in shock. "OH! EEE! Damn you!" Ryoko cried out from the wicked pleasure/pain of being violated. Then, making fists against the wall and grimacing in her own rising fury, she replied, "I'm gonna fuck you so…UUUUHHHHHOOOOOO"
But while the Demon was threatening, the expert Sex Assassin was driving…forcing irresistibly the rest of her eighteen inch Demon breaker fully up Ryoko's tight but willingly yielding, blast furnace-like bowels.
And the beautiful Demon howled to the ceiling like a wolf at the moon.
And when Carmine ran out of cock to stuff into her ass, Ryoko ran out of resistance…
Which was exactly what Carmine expected. Demons became so…acquiescent…when you got a foot and a half of arm thick tail splitter up their back door!
"Makes them feel like their back home bending over for Daddy!" the Sex Assassin smugly thought as she ground her buried fuck pole completely into Ryoko's violated ass.
As the uncontrollable cock ground into her, spreading her bowels to make room for its use of her, Ryoko moaned sincerely and continuously, her now open claws futilely scratching at the wall. Her head limply fell forward, forehead thunking against that same wall.
Then she actually thrust her pierced and stuffed butt back at the Sex Assassin!
"Feel good?" Carmine whispered into Ryoko's ear in response to the Demon's submissive presentation of her tail. It was what Carmine always said to her victims who she had a contract on and was about to 'execute' that contract. The Sex Assassin continued to grind her 'weapon' into the Demon's delightfully tight and grasping guts.
Immediately Ryoko closed her eyes and humiliatingly nodded quickly.
It had been a long, long time since she had last tried to accept such a…huge piece of meat!
It felt sooooo goooood!
Carmine's cock began flexing in approaching spewgasm as she ground it off far, far up Ryoko's belly. She knew, what with a Demon's clasping butt sucking on her, and the curse that Ama-arhus still had on her, she wouldn't last long up Ryoko's magnificent tail. But, then again, she didn't give a damn for she would be rock hard again one minute after spewing. Anyways, the Demon Bitch needed some lubrication if she was going to be 'assassinated' properly!
A second later and Carmine was overwhelmed by the building fiery pleasure. She just had time to reach around under the motionless Demon's armpits and fill her hands with those metaphysical big, firm and perfect tit 'handholds' before:
"SQUEAL! EEEEEEE! OH! YOU BEAST! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL!" Ryoko howled as Carmine's out of control, demon breaking cock began spewing like a fire hose, flooding and lubricating the Demon's cock filled bowels with potent lava-like spooge.
Over and over the Sex Assassin spouted. Over and over the conquered Demon squealed.
It took a good two minutes for Carmine to finish inseminating Ryoko's guts…the first time.
True to form and expectations, within two minutes of the last spooge spew, where neither the Sex Assassin or the Demon did anything but pant and sweat, one atop the other's back, Carmine's cock was jumping again, this time a foot and a half into Ryoko's cum flooded butt.
Ryoko gasped with the first automatic leap of Carmine's again steely prick far, far up inside her. Then she moaned as she realized that the cursed, damned Sex Assassin was still upon her back…still ready to dish out more irresistibly horrible and just as irresistibly delicious butt fuck.
"S…Stop! Stop!" Ryoko gasped, feeling Carmines hand press down between her shoulderblades, forcing her head down and improving the angle of the Demon's stuffed ass with the Assassin's cock. "S…stop now and…and…I'll forget…about this!"
Carmine knew better and pressed down relentlessly. As Ryoko obeyed, forehead sliding down the wall until her head was between her upper arms and the top of her head against the wall, the Sex Assassin replied, "Fuck You!" Then she kicked the inside of the Demon's feet, making them spread far apart.
And bringing that big, cock stuffed butt down even with the Sex Assassin's merciless, all conquering prick.
Carmine reached around again and filled her hands with firmly stuffed and conical Demon boob. Without further hesitation she pulled her butt buried meat back until only the glans was still inside Ryoko.
Ryoko panicked. "No! Please! I can't stand anymore! You win! I'll stop! No Sakura! She's all yours! I won't touch her…I won't look at her! Please!"
Carmine grimly looked down at the back of the head shaking Demon. "Too late, Bitch! This is for all those you used…without their permission!" And the Sex Assassin drove powerfully back in.
As Ryoko howled to shake the walls, Carmine smiled in satisfaction as the now velvety cum lined bowels of the Demon gave way eagerly for her driving phallus. When she got all the way in, Ryoko's sphincter closed around her, lovingly gripping the base of her buried meat. Then she felt a ripple of squeezing delight run from the base of her Ryoko buried meat all the way to her cockhead.
It was the rippling of Ryoko's eager and hungry bowels, asking for another bowl of cumchowder!
It felt wonderful!
"Damn these Demons are talented!" Carmine told herself.
"You have talent, Ryoko! I should have 'done' you earlier!" the Sex Assassin smugly remarked.
All the Demon did was moan…
As soon as Carmine started to pull her prick back out, the sphincter immediately relaxed to permit the cock to slide out. Then when Carmine drove back in Ryoko's sphincter closed and her cum filled bowels again ran peristaltic waves of cock gripping pleasure from the base of the dominating cock all the way to the head.
Carmine continued to stroke out then in, and Ryoko's butt likewise massaged and sucked on that prick every time it most satisfyingly buried itself into the Demon's thrust out and offered up ass.
Slowly, relentlessly, Carmine built up speed, and driving power, and all too soon she was plowing Ryoko's butt, driving in and out with smooth and above all rapid strokes.
Ryoko matched those pounding strokes with her squeezing and gripping bowels, massaging Carmine's dominating dick with perfect coordination. And the Demon, will now completely broken and bowels fully cock broken-in, squealed in inhuman bliss with each balls deep thrust, with each contact of Sex Assassin cockhead against Demon 'spot'.
Her orgasms were coming fast and heavy, literally with each forced, lung emptying squeal:
"SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! OH THE HORSE HUNG GODS! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! STOP! BY LUCIFER STOP! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! PLEASE! STOP! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! CAN'T STOP IT! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! OH! DON'T STOP! YOU WONDERFUL MONSTER! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! YOU'RE COCK IS SO…SQUEAL! SQUEAL!…SO FUCKING GOOD! DON'T EVER STOP! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! I LOVE YOU! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL! ARE YOU MARRIED? SQUEAL! SQUEAL! SQUEAL!"
Carmine smugly listened to the overwhelmed, 'assassinated' Demon, enjoying both her frantic, forced cries and her most competent bowels which were jacking/sucking her off. But Demon ass, even Ryoko's, was intended to service demonic Masters. Masters with demonically sized cocks. And service always meant…
"AAAAAHH!" Carmine roared as her buried meat again delivered a lengthy, copious series of violent spurts. Within half a minute the squealing Demon's guts were flooded, indicating it by growling noticeably. Ignoring the signs from Ryoko's cum filling guts, Carmine went on erupting for a good ninety seconds, filling the Demon's belly with a good pint of ballchowder.
This time, when both had finished cuming, Carmine fell backwards in exhaustion, her still monstrous cock popping out of Ryoko with a loud report.
No one need mention the torrent of coagulated male protein that followed it out.
Carmine lay on the floor, the cock arched over her belly still jumping, still pumping left over jism upon her heaving stomach. She had a little smile of satisfaction…and triumph.
Ryoko slid down the wall until she was on her hands and knees, head down, guts growling, breaths hard and fast. Even sweat streamed down her unsmiling face. After a long minute of gasping, she looked over at the contented Carmine.
Ryoko's look of contented 'just fucked stupid' female changed into a most serious frown when she saw Carmine's most irritating little smug smile.
Carmine didn't even look at her…
The Sex Assassin wasn't expecting, after all, a "was it good for you?" from the 'assassinated' Demon! She knew that Demons were made of sterner stuff, sexually, than Humans or Elves. What she had just done would have destroyed the mind of any Human or Elf…left them mentally fucked up and quite desperate to get more insane sex and forced orgasm from her 'destroyer'. But not Demons. They recover from 'sex assassination' much faster than livingkin.
But Carmen also knew that Ryoko wasn't going to do anything to or about Carmine for awhile. For the time being Ryoko would be humiliated by being…raped…by a mere Human. And she would know that if Carmine wanted more, in the near future, Ryoko would not be able to resist or refuse her.
That's what a Sex Assassin is good at: getting the attention of Demonkin and putting them in their place!
Under her!
Ryoko glared at the calmly laying Carmine, her eyes throwing daggers of hate in her direction. But she did nothing. When she tried to rise, pressing against the wall for leverage, she merely slid back down to her knees.
She nodded when she told herself, "She really fucked me up! Gotta stay away from those Sex Assassins!"
Then she added: "Except to get revenge on that particular Sex Assassin!" Then Ryoko raised her right arm while leaning against the wall. Looking exhausted, and thoroughly fucked, she snapped her fingers and, with a flash, she was gone.
Carmine just lay there with that little smile on her face.

Sappho' apartment was again darkened, a fireplace and four lamps at each corner providing the majority of the inadequate light. Four gently glowing domes forming a box in the middle of the ceiling illuminated the center of the room, where the hard marble floor was incompletely covered by huge, soft pillows.
The hidden door next to the empty throne slid open and two big womyn entered, one rather gruffly pushing the other in. The first womyn, wearing a robe that went to the ground and a hood, staggered a few steps, then rather decisively came to an abrupt halt. She looked back at the womyn behind her. Even in a hood, there was defiance in that turn.
The other womyn, wearing the legless tights and corset overflowing with her breasts, frowned and stepped up behind the motionless hooded womyn.
With a crude yank on her hood, she exposed the womyn's head.
The womyn had short blond hair and a beautiful face, only one now with a worried frown upon it. Lana asked, "Why had this Amazon taken me, of all the womyn milling about in this place?" She remembered how easily this Amazon had nabbed her right off the street, so to speak, and effortlessly carried her here. "And where are Eytherel and Aytherel?" she added to herself, trying to fight down the panic of having lost her little darlings. They were like children to her, and massively competent lovers. She just couldn't go on without them!
Then she heard them! At least, one of them! An extremely high pitched shriek sent shivers up her spine just as it made all the crystal in the room hum with its frequency.
She immediately stepped forward, eyes scanning the mostly darkness of the room. When she tried to take another step she came to a firm and abrupt halt…the Amazon had a good grip on her hood.
"Aytherel? Eytherel?" she cried like a mother calling for her child.
From the darkness came a moan, still at a ear splitting high frequency, but a moan nevertheless. The moan was continuous, dragging out for a full mind rattling minute.
"Aytherel? Eytherel?" she very nearly screamed when the moan finally stopped.
The dark area her eyes had been trying to penetrate abruptly lightened.
Lana gasped. Her two 'darlings' were there, of course. They were tied into two vertical racks, each of their arms or legs tied to one corner. Spread eagled, they seemed to hover in mid air.
Aytherel hung in her rack, face down, body slack. Only her normally flat and firm belly moving, heaving with her fast, hard breaths.
Eytherel was more animated in her rack, her head up, eyes wide and white, big, perfect tits heaving.
Then Lana saw the swollen tube, inches wide and tall, jutting up the midline of her belly from just above her bulging bald mound to under her navel. A tube that was moving!
"Oh, my dears!" she cried, seeing the tumescent tube move within the Elf and hearing that forced, whining moan come immediately from Eytherel's grimacing mouth. "No! Don't hurt them! I'll…I'll do whatever you want! Please!"
Almost at once the tube began to collapse, moving downward inside the Elf until it disappeared entirely.
Lana saw that there was someone behind Eytheral! Someone extracting some…organ from her dear Elf's belly!
It exited with a loud, syrupy pop and Eytherel's head dropped to her chest in relief.
From out of behind the hanging Elf stepped a womyn…a delicious young, almost a girl, womyn. Long blond hair, an hourglass body, tits almost as big as her Elves' exceptional melons, hips wide and welcoming. In a word…perfect.
Or…divine!
Another bolt of electricity shot up Lana's spine, only it was not shock, but concern. "Another 'Goddess'?" she thought. She tried to set up her defensive magick…
"Don't bother…" The voice of the young womyn pierced her brain…her consciousness. Not like the shrilly high pitched voices of her Darlings. It was a silky, incredibly sexy womyn's voice.
Just with more…power behind it than she had ever experienced before, even with Ama-arhus.
Lana just forgot about her useless defenses.
The luscious creature's little smile broadened into a wide smile.
Lana then noticed the shiny-wet…'thing'…jutting far out from the young womyn's loins. It was huge! Well over a foot long, maybe a foot and a half, it started out with a blunt though narrow tip of a couple of inches and, severely tapered, it dramatically expanded down the absolutely straight and stiff 'shaft' to an awe inspiring width of an Amazon's forearm!
Staring at the swaying 'thing' as the young womyn approached, Lana felt a tingling far up in her belly, just at the spot that Ama-arhus had reached when she had mounted the Mage.
That phallus looked like it could reach at least that far!
At least!
Yet, she could see no testicles. Was this another one of those…what did the Goddess call them? Nyobin?
The divinely built creature finally noticed Lana's gawk upon her bobbing and swaying nyobin, and stopped. "Oh, I am sorry, my Dear! I should have introduced myself and my…little appendage. I am Sappho, the Goddess of the Tournament and of the Sisterhood of which you are our guest!"
"Uh, er…I am the Mage Lana." then the Mage's eyes swept from Sappho's beautiful blue eyes to the two elves now hanging in their racks. In a voice growing into near hysteria, the pleaded with the Goddess, "And those are my…Elves! Please release them! They are harmless. They can do you no harm! Please!"
Sappho glanced over her shoulder at the quiet elves, then back at the agitated Mage. "Well, to your first claim I must take exception, for they are quite dangerous. As for your second statement, I agree. They cannot harm me! I, on the other hand…" Then Sappho's eyes, locked upon Lana's, flashed.
The Mage's eyes widened, then a split second later she jerked and loudly grunted like she had been slammed into by a football player. A count later she began quivering, then humping rapidly and loudly, "UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"
Each 'UH!' represented an orgasmic bolt seizing her nervous system, blanking out her mind. She stood there, held up by the Amazon standing behind her, for a good minute, jerking and cuming rhythmically. When she finally finished the Mage, streaming sweat, belly jumping and mouth open, gasping for air, could only lean back against the smirking Diana.
It took the Mage a good minute further before she could speak, "W…what do you want w…w…with us? What are you going to do to us?"
"To your first question…some information, that is all. However, to your second question…" then Sappho nodded to Diana.
The Amazon grinned widely and reached around the still panting Mage. In one powerful jerk she pulled the robe completely off the Mage.
With a single cry, "AH!" Lana saw and felt herself stripped. After a single staggering step, she stopped and, eyes fixed on Sappho, tried to stand up straight, struggling for some dignity.
Sappho's eyes gleamed. "My, my! You are well built!" She looked at the Amazon. "I do believe she out does you in the chest department, Diana! She should be very…" and Sappho looked back at the sweating Mage, "…entertaining!"
Suddenly Diana's face dropped, and tears seemed to form in her eyes.
Sappho instantly recognized the symptoms of her hasty statement made in the throes of lust, "Now Diana! You know you are, and always will be, my bottom! Its just, once and awhile, I would like some diversion! Once I am finished with…enjoying…her, you know you'll be welcome every night in my bed! Now, get composed!"
With a hasty nod, Diana sniffed a little, then appeared to be back on the job.
Lana stared at the smiling Goddess with near terror in her eyes. "Entertain?!", she thought. "What did she mean by that?"
"What did you do to my…Darlings?" gasped the Mage. "What are you going to do to me?!"
Sappho just flexed her jutting phallus. "It is remarkable how…sincere and honest a…female becomes with her belly full of…sex organ! I have done nothing…harmful to your Elves. Just showed them why they have pussies! They…really enjoyed my instruction, I think!"
Lana was staring at Sappho's nyobin. Her eyes widened when she thought she saw that phallus expand to an even longer length and wider width! With her obvious doom enhancing her willful strength, she looked back into the Goddess' eyes. With quite false bravado she hoarsely roared back, "You can rape me, like that Ama-arhus, if that is your plan! But I will not betray my…Darlings, nor betray any of my secrets!"
Sappho chuckled dangerously low and softly. "You will tell me whatever I ask you, Bitch! Eagerly and completely! Then you will beg me to take you! And that is a promise!" Immediately, with the word 'promise', Sappho ignited her own Aura…
Lana heard the Amazon up against her back hiss, then she was swept by torrid, humid, sexy and silky liquid fire…
"Oh!" she gasped as first, just like she did with Ama-arhus. The arousal swept around and thru her, hardening her nipples into fiery, ultra-sensitive half inch long pebbles. She heard the Amazon growl directly behind her left ear, and instead of fear, she felt wild and wicked passion…passion for crude pawing, for belly piercing impalement!
The wide eyed Mage now stared at the Goddess.
Only not on Sappho's face…
At her potent and intimidating phallus!
Arms stiff at her side, fists clenched, the Mage's thighs quivered and her huge mammaries heaved in Lana's sudden, furious pant. Still, with all the wicked lust and need and pleasure and compulsion…the highly disciplined Mage refused to give in…to break down…to beg the tormenting, Elf raping Goddess for mercy…or merciful fuck.
Sappho calmly said, "Diana," and turned her Aura to mind melting full.
Diana's growl turned into a roar, right in Lana's left ear as the Mage cried out herself, all restraint crushed by the smothering erotic heat. The Amazon sank her teeth into the Mage's neck, biting down, almost drawing blood.
Lana cried passionately, her body, her emotions, out of control. Her passion overwhelmed conscious mind no longer ruled her writhing, enflamed body.
Diana's hands swept around the Mage's flexed arms to her magnificent chest and the Amazon's big hands, hard from wielding weapons in countless battles, but also very experienced in the possessing of defeated and crushed womyn prisoners of battle, gripped those jutting, meaty boobs.
Again, helplessly, passionately and gratefully Lana howled her thanks to the tit mauling Amazon gnawing, sucking on her openly presented neck.
Lana's writhing increased as she joyously recognized that Diana knew how to handle a womyn! Digging her fingers into the Mage's ample boob-meat, hefting the heavy babyfeeders, stroking back and forth, up and down until those udders burned in blissful, sexy fire, Lana dropped her head back against Diana's shoulder and made no attempt to stop the Amazon's wondrous lesbian groping.
Even if she could.
Then those masterful hands found her furiously hard, far jutting nipples…
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" wailed the Mage as a now chuckling Diana pinched, then pulled, and finally twisted her ultra-sensitive teat-tips, enjoying immensely the out of control thrashing and howling of her victim.
"I'll show her what she gets, having bigger tits than me!" flashed through the Amazon's mind as she tormented the helpless Mage.
And Lana was now helpless, indeed. The awesomely painful pleasure her nipples shot through her, especially when the masterful Amazon twisted them, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, then back, quickly reduced her to a babbling sex toy, good only to satisfy one's nightly loneliness and lusts.
The whining Mage cried out again when she felt Diana's right hand leave her tortured and deliciously throbbing boob to begin descending down her slick and heaving belly.
She knew instantly the goal of that big, calloused yet sensitive and very well educated hand…
She could do nothing about it…
And she didn't want to do anything about it!
Her hands flew back to grip the Amazon's smooth but incredibly hard thighs.
Her mind, her entire being locked on where that hand was going. "OOOHHHH! Yes! You wonderful Beast, yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" she alternately mumbled and cried up at the triumphant womyn handling, expertly pawing, overbearing and now smirking Amazon alongside her head. Impulsively, when that hand reached, covered and then possessively gripped the heaving flesh surrounding her sweat filled navel, the Mage cried out and willingly, quickly spread her legs as wide as she could, looking like she was doing a stiff legged squat.
Opening herself for her conqueror.
But, just as that hand passed over her jutting, bald (of course!) mons, Sappho again calmly spoke, "Diana!"
At once the velvety heat stopped and, after a hesitation, Diana released the wildly panting, sweat covered Mage. For long minutes Lana helplessly leaned against the also panting Amazon, trying to press her body against that towering, power filled womyn's hot body.
Almost as if she were looking for something sticking out of Diana's loins…
Finally Lana opened her eyes…
And immediately focused them on Sappho's…huge phallus.
Sappho had a small, but heinously conceited simper across her supernaturally gorgeous face. "Are you ready to…cooperate?" she quietly, and with a well practiced presumptuous lilt in her delicious voice, said.
Lana chewed on her lower lip. There was a feeling, a tingling, far, far up inside her…up in her belly. It hadn't been there before. She had never felt it before. She didn't know what kind of magick created that sensation.
But it had to be satisfied or she would go mad!
She gawked at Sappho's enticing prick for another fifteen agonizing seconds, then, with a very involuntary shudder, she nodded.
When Sappho's predatory grin broadened, showing Lana the Goddess' pearly white, sharp teeth, the Mage wanted to cry.
The Sappho walked a few steps towards the center of the shiny marble floor until she stopped alongside an especially large pillow. With an open palm, she directed the broken Mage to it.
Lana, giving out with just a shuddering sob, refused to move.
"Diana, will you help her?" Sappho said in the calmness of inevitable conquest.
Diana immediately picked up Lana by her armpits and began walking/carrying the Mage towards the pillow.
As the Mage, eyes still locked on that gloriously long and thick nyobin, stumbled and was carried past the Goddess, Sappho reached out to stroke Lana's big right boob with its furiously erect nipple and then said, intimately, "There is no need to resort to such…uncomfortable devices as was used on your Elves, is there?"
Diana stopped, allowing her Goddess to lightly stroke that magnificent tit, making the Mage inhale raggedly while her nipple extended even further.
Lana turned her head to stare a count at the arrogant face of the tit stroking Goddess, then her eyes moved to her Elves, still tied in spread eagled humiliation in their racks.
They were staring back at her, heartbreaking shock and horror on their gorgeous faces.
Then, eyes cast down, Lana shook her head miserably.
"You may assume your proper position, Mage!" Sappho haughtily replied.
Diana lowed the Mage upon her back in the middle of the pillow. At once Lana looked expectantly over at the advancing Goddess. The Goddess now stroking her jumping, eighteen inch long clit.
As Sappho stepped up to the pillow from between the Mage's already spread legs, she looked at Lana.
Without hesitation the wide eyed Mage laid back upon the pillow.
At once Sappho grabbed Lana by her ankles and lifted her legs up until her ankles were sticking up towards the ceiling far overhead. Nodding to Diana, the Goddess held them up for a count until the Amazon, HER Amazon, arched over the laid back Mage to seize Lana's ankles from her Mistress in a supremely powerful, no-nonsense grip. Effortlessly she pulled Lana's legs back further until the overawed womyn's knees were pressed into the pillow outside of her bulging boobs. The action lifted her legs and, bending her knees, completely and compliantly presenting her dripping wet pussy to the leering Goddess.
Eyes fixed upon fresh pussy and with a grin like a feral beast about to pounce, Sappho knelt upon the pillow, right behind that offered up ass and between Lana's upraised thighs. Taking her nyobin in hand, she pressed the blunt tip against and into the Mage's enflamed and soaked snatch.
Lana winced vividly with the first contact of nyobin against pussy, then, as Sappho expertly ran her clit up and down the Mage's vulva, parting and pushing aside the womyn's floppy pink pussy lips, the Mage, with a short, gasping "No!", turned her head so the Goddess wouldn't see the expression of wicked, enslaving pleasure upon it.
A single tear fell from each tightly closed eye.
Continuing the twat torture, Sappho matter of factly spoke, "You know, I got all the information I needed from your slutty Elves! Nothing like an Elf to spill all she knows right after she has over a foot of prick rammed up her tight little belly! So, your silly honor will be intact…this time. Just confirm what they told me…" and she began flicking the tip of her organ against Lana's stiff, but very much smaller, clit.
"Ah!" gasped the Mage involuntarily, her head flying back to gawk in horror at the knowingly smirking Goddess. Just touching her clit had felt so overwhelming and blissful! Nothing, not even Ama-arhus had felt that…good!
Sappho read her mind. "Do you think that slut Ama-arhus could be more powerful than me in my own land…in my own house?! You need to be educated as to who your real Mistress is, Mage!" The Goddess moved her clit tip back down to fit it snugly into Lana's belly opening.
"No!" cried the Mage, quite loudly. Her right arm shot out to press the palm of her right hand against the triumphant Goddess, right between her metaphysically full, firm and pointed tits.
Sappho abruptly frowned.
The Mage held her breath as her vaginal opening stretched…
Sappho looked up at the voyeuristic Amazon over Lana's head. With her eyes she directed the Amazon towards the racked Elves.
With a huge smile of anticipation, Diana nodded and, getting up, started directly for the Elves.
Looking down on the sweaty, flushed face of the Mage, Sappho said, "Don't look into their eyes!" Then she directed all her attention down to the Mage prostrate beneath her. "Those eyes can be very…influential to those weak or unaware!"
Diana just nodded and continued towards the bound Elves.
The Elves' eyes suddenly opened up, displaying acres of white. Then the two of them began frantically trying to pull their arms and legs from their bonds.
Diana just smiled.
Both Sappho and the Mage looked over at the thrashing Elves as Diana reached them. Lana, terror across her face, looked back up at the grinning Goddess, "Please! Don't hurt them! They are all I have!" She remained looking up, realization of what she had just given the Goddess rocking her consciousness.
She had effectively surrendered to Sappho!
Looking down at the terrified Mage with a not unkind smile, Sappho slowly took the Mage's hand that was against her chest and pulled it down, without resistance, alongside the Mage's hip. Staring intently into Lana's eyes, she said softly, "They will not be harmed…no pain…IF you cooperate! And cooperate NOW!"
With a whimper Lana reached over the backs of her knees, alongside her hard nippled tits, with her elbows and seized her calves in her hands. Then, with surprising dexterity, she tucked her ankles behind her head.
Now she was as open to Sappho and Sappho's belly busting feminine bone as was possible for a mortal. Gawking up at the triumphant Goddess with desperately pleading eyes, she nearly cried, "Please! Don't hurt them!" Then she closed her eyes tight. "I'm begging! I'll…do anything…everything you want, just return them to me unharmed!" Then she opened her wet eyes.
At that very moment, when Goddess and bottom's eyes fixed on each other in consummate, male escaping, female bonding, and enslavement, agreement, an ear splitting squeal echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, filling the very air with vibration!
With a gasp and a jerk Lana looked over at her Elves, then she bit down, hard, on her lower lip.
Sappho, much more slowly and calmly, followed suit.
Diana had reached the Elves.
Standing behind and between the luscious little fuck toys, the Amazon had first, without even speaking to the terrified pointy eared nymphs beforehand, reached between their wide spread thighs to lubricate her hands in the Elves always copious pussy juice. Once her fingers where shiny and dripping with sweet and clear Elven juice, the Amazon did not hesitate to ram the longest middle finger of each of her big hands, to the last knuckle, fully up each Elf's defenseless and well lubed (naturally!) womyn hole!
That was what generated the deafening squeal.
When the triumphant Amazon saw the wide eyed Mage and the calmly smiling Goddess looking over at her, she began flicking the tip of that finger back and forth over Elven cervix.
The squeal of the Elves immediately and simultaneously transformed into a still high-pitched, though long, loud and warbling, heartbreaking moan of instant and overwhelming submission to deep belly pleasure. It was obvious to all that Diana's fingers were the deepest violation of the bellies of the Elves…ever.
But Diana was just beginning. No sooner were the Elves whimpering in all too feminine penetration pleasure than did Diana add, just as dramatically as the first one, her second longest finger far up Elf girl guts.
The shriek of violent penetration returned.
Immediately Diana began finger-fucking the two impaled babies, unrestrainedly driving her two thick digits in a blur in and out of the wildly thrashing Elves.
And Lana's Elves broke. Hips humping with perfect timing and inhuman adroitness to Diana's soul robbing strokes, both Elves looked back over their shoulders to present grateful, enslaved smiles to the hard finger-fucking Amazon.
Lana, heartbroken, whimpered, nearly crying.
Sappho suddenly jabbed her clit a good two inches into Mage hole, bringing Lana back to reality…to her 'position' in all this…instantly.
Still wide eyed, she gawked up at the smug Goddess as her womyn hole spread for the terribly hard, wickedly wide phallus demanding entrance into her.
The Goddess beamed down at the sweaty faced Mage. "See? I told you. They are feeling…something, but it is not pain! Satisfied?"
Wet eyed, and suddenly dry throated, Lana, unable to speak, could only nod her head once. Her body, her nervous system was suddenly electrified. Once again her body thrilled to a hot, silky 'horniness' surging through her, arousing her, possessing her.
She clearly felt, could no longer ignore, that monstrous phallus waiting impatiently at the partially pierced opening to her belly, jumping in its eagerness to get at her…to get far into her!
Lana's big tits pressed between her thighs heaved rapidly in her pant.
Sappho, Aura on maximum, leaned over the prostrate, sweating, panting Mage, putting her face inches from Lana's wide and white eyes. In a sexy, intimate voice dripping with demonic erotic wickedness and promised inhuman sexual pleasure, she husked, "You ready for it, Mage? You want what I have for you? For in you?"
Still wide eyed, Lana managed to toss her sweat streaked face back and forth rapidly twice.
Sappho's grin just broadened. "Well, you sure look like you want what I have waiting at your door! I do know that, want or not, your body is ready for me! Tell you what. I'll interrogate you later…and you'll talk alright…but later. I want to get off first…I deserve to get off…on you…in you, don't I? And, right now, you definitely look like the perfect bottom for my getting off on!"
Sappho then slammed her entire eighteen inches of arm thick clit into the Mage's guts.
Lana howled a last, shrieking "NO!" in utterly futile defiance, but it was too late for her…much too late. As her pussy willingly…downright eagerly…gave way to the steely stiff and broad phallic pillar, the Goddess forced the bestial thing to sink far, far into the Mage's guts in one breathtaking plunge.
Immediately after her short, piercing cry, the Mage stared, mouth wide open, up at her mounter, eyes widening as her belly filled. The spreading of her tubes was incredible, never experienced so dramatically before by the Mage. Her belly bulged as the irresistible shaft speared her, spreading her guts wide for the penetration ease and delicious feminine pleasure of the monstrous phallus. She nearly belched when Sappho struck home, ramming the tip of her clit against the Mage's cervix. But, almost immediately, the degrading thing breached her last defense, going right on into her womb, bloating her most feminine of organs.
Sappho waited a count once she had buried her 'prick' into Lana's offered up pussy. Then she began rotating her hips against the Mage's dripping wet loins.
Lana grimaced, at first, her teeth initially grinding together as the monster atop her started grinding away. Seconds later the Mage gasped loudly and her jaw dropped. Her face broke out in tics from the maddening jolts of pleasure roaring up from her quivering, stuffed guts. She fought gallantly, desperately with the outrageous bliss seizing her from her womb upwards, but there was no real contest.
The Mage could not have won…
"OOOOOOOO!" cooed the Mage while throwing her head back, her face, eyes tightly closed, mouth forming a wet, round 'O', facing upwards over her head, away from the grinding Goddess. After being so dynamically filled, with her face twisting up into a distorted mask from forceful, imposed, very unexpected yet divinely delicious pleasure as the Goddess cruelly and masterfully impaled her, the grinding of the Goddess' now fully buried nyobin in the Mage's clit swollen womb and stuffed tubes completely undid the fully and masterfully violated womyn.
For a long couple of minutes, as the chuckling Goddess ground down on the helpless Mage's loins, Lana, tossing her head back and forth in unspeakable evil rapture, could only coo and squeal while willingly, gratefully accepting Sappho's expert sexual domination of her. When the supreme Goddess finally relented, and the Mage could regain some sense of reality, Lana finally opened her eyes to see her hands maniacally gripping Sappho's big, perfect suck cones.
Now she gave her Mistress the sweetest, most loving 'Fucked Stupid' smile.
Sappho smiled back, again with more than a little arrogance, with quite more than necessary "I told you so!" on her beautiful face. She didn't hesitate though, starting to fuck Lana, dominating hard and brutally fast, in over foot long thrusts. She fucked the Mage into the marble floor…into brainless bliss…into sexual slavery.
Slavery, naturally, to her.
Soon, all too soon, Lana's two thrashing, humping, ecstatically violated Elves started up their rhythmic cries/squeals of intense feminine pleasure as they, with Diana's blurry and soaked fingers flying in and out of them, saw Lana's toes, just above the Mage's head, clench tetanically and her hands frantically grip the Goddess' magnificently firm and perfect tits, all while Lana's own wails of enslaving orgasm echoed off the walls. Diana, chuckling meanly at her two overwhelmed Elf fuck toys writhing upon her violating fingers, abruptly sank her thumbs fully into the Elves' clenched but well wetted anal openings. Their sphincters, as if waiting for Diana's thumb defilement, dilated open with the first contact and seemed to suck the not small digits far, far into Elves virginal bowels.
Within minutes both Elves would be trying to emit full throated howls that could challenge those of their impossibly impaled Mistress and Mage.
In turn, as Sappho's wide, powerful, dominating and driving hips smacked off of the Mage's upturned, wetly shiny and most plump asscheeks, adding a rhythmic and repetitive "SLAP! SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP" to the cacophony of Human and Elf pleas for mercy, squeals of mind numbing violation and desperate forced howls of will crushing imposed orgasm, her tit clutching 'bottom' cried up to her from between upturned thighs and mindless howls: "I'll talk! I'll talk! Just don't stop, Mistress! I'll talk! I'll talk, Mistress! Fuck, I'll talk!"

Sakura staggered, dripping wet and hot from shower water, from the communal showers an hour and some minutes after she had been carried into them by at least twenty howling, drooling, lesbionic monsters. Carried in all while her magnificently exercised body, writhing and, for once, impotently struggling was fully, wickedly and magickally inflamed in undeniable feminine homosexual bewitchment. Now she dripped with the copious sweat resulting from the recent, and very involuntary on her part, soul shaking lesbian coitus that she had managed most recently and finally to escape from.
"How could this have happened?!" she screamed at herself. "I was so…easy! I'm no lesbian!" Then she recalled, in vivid detail, the vision, and taste, of each of the bald, wet, pink pussies that had been lowered onto…around her face while she had been in those showers…on the floor, on her back, in those showers! "How could I have done that? And enjoyed it, too!"
She collapsed against the hard and sweaty wall just outside of the showers and tried, desperately, to not slide down it…again. She knew what would happen if she did that. She was reminded of the consequences of sliding down to the wet, warm floor more times than she could remember, or count. In those showers, filled with those womyn…those LESBIANS!…you were, she was, doomed to yet another torrid humid wrestling match that she would lose…that she couldn't win…and her face would inevitably be enwrapped by some woman's loins…a lesbian's delicious loins.
With determined, miraculous will and all her reserve strength, she managed to keep from sliding down the wall. Then she was pushing away from the wall, alternately stepping and stumbling away from the evil showers and towards the part of the building housing the ring.
The limb quivering passion of the evil, corrupting showers diminishing with each stride, Sakura began realizing where she was and what she had to do. "My match is right after Miko's," she screamed at herself, increasing her determination to get away from those monsters back in the showers. "And I have to see Miko's match! I have to!"
She quickly realized that, the farther from that den of lesbian inequity she stepped, the better, the more 'normal', she felt. Soon what had happened back there behind her was less on her mind, less important to her, than what was ahead.
"I've got to get to Miko's match!
She managed to dash down the next two hallways without much hesitation or difficulty. When she reached the end, she could hear the crowd. She was close.
And she was feeling better…stronger!
Then someone did something either very foolish or very brave: She stepped out in front of the Streetfighter, blocking her way to Miko's match!
For one of the rare times startled, and therefore angry, Sakura was instantly in her defensive stance. It helped her confidence that she snapped into it, stoney hard muscles and all, as quickly as she had ever done.
The figure stepped towards her, moving into the light. She was really no taller than Sakura. Long bright blond hair, a body…the best looking body she had ever seen…big firm tits, narrow waist, wide hips…
"And, no doubt, the deepest crack and most bulging cheeks of any bubblebutt here!" she added silently to herself.
The gorgeous woman, certainly no older that Sakura, stopped before her, just out of the range of her deadly arms.
"Do you recognize me, Sakura?" the other womyn asked.
Sakura jerked with the mention of her name. "How did she know?" was her first response.
Then she looked at the woman again, noticing some characteristics of her…besides those awesome tits! Then she remembered: "The hill, when I fought, not well, Ama-arhus!" popped into her mind.
"You are Sappho!" Sakura said neutrally, not unwinding from her stance.
Sappho smiled.
Sakura caught herself staring at Sappho's…beautiful face. She had never seen such a…beautiful face!
Made her want to kiss it…
Then someone, or something, was behind her! But before she could strike out, the towering thing had her arms in the air, useless now, and her shoulders hooked in a full Nelson.
Sakura, shocked and, worse, embarrassed by being caught so easily, was about to make sure that whatever was holding her, it would not be walking tomorrow when…
"Sakura, don't! Please relax for a moment and let me explain!" Sappho hurriedly said. "That is Diana, the Queen of the Amazons. Do not hurt her! She is just following my orders!"
"Then you are responsible for tricking me?!" Sakura barked, eyes fiercely fixed on the Goddess.
"Uh, now that you put it that way, yes!" Sappho replied, looking almost sheepish.
"Then let me go!" she cried, looking up over her head to see the not un-pretty face towering over her head. "The Amazon was one big, powerful womyn!" she told herself, realizing the dimensions of the womyn holding her. "Perhaps it was a good thing to not have to fight her!"
Diana looked down on Sakura's reddened face and seemed to read the girl's mind. Smiling kindly, she loosened her hold on the girl's head…slightly.
Sappho stepped towards Sakura. "I…we need to talk."
"About what?" the Streetfighter shot back.
Sappho immediately stopped with Sakura's barked answer. She quickly glanced down at the girl's powerful legs. When nothing…violent…happened, the Goddess formed her best non-threatening smile and stepped forward again.
"Do you know that you have been cursed?" the Goddess said when she came to a halt a foot before the still frowning girl.
Sakura was stunned by Sappho's remark. She consciously closed her mouth. "Cursed? What? How? Who?"
Sappho looked up, over Sakura's head, at Diana, and Sakura was instantly released. "I have a very good idea who, but I am not ready to act, just as yet!"
Sakura nodded, "Ama-arhus!" she growled, her frown deepening.
"Well, actually, it was someone else who cast the spell, but it will take Ama-arhus to remove it."
"Then I will 'meet' with that Bitch right after Miko's and my own matches and…"
"Well, I am afraid that you will not…can not win your match with that curse working in you. You see, your…activities in the showers earlier has been…broadcast all over the gynasium! Everyone knows your weakness, even your opponent, whoever that is."
"Nonsense! They won't get the chance to get me down! I'll kick their ass before that!"
Shaking her head sadly, Sappho took another step towards the Streetfighter. Leaning forward as if to whisper something into Sakura's ear, the Goddess touched the girl's taut, smooth belly with the nail of her left index finger. Touched her right below her deep navel.
Gently, slowly running the nail tip straight down the midline of the girl's belly, in no time at all, she had Sakura's lower belly jumping. Halfway down Sakura hissed and her arms and legs began to visibly tighten. Right at the top of her far jutting, baby butt smooth mons the girl was catatonic.
Sappho ran her fingernail over Sakura's mound…once.
"AAAHHH!" Sakura instantly cried out while jerking her hips back until her own round, smooth, rock hard asscheeks smacked into Diana's immovable hips.
After catching her breath, nearly doubled over against Diana's hips, the still panting Streetfighter looked up at the Goddess calmly standing before her. Her look told all. She believed the Goddess.
"Y…You didn't…you know…use magick or something?" she gasped.
Sappho smiled patiently. "No, none at all. But if you need more convincing…" and again Sappho looked up at Diana.
Sakura stood up straight, alarmed, "No! You don't need to…It is not necessary…You see, I'm really not a lesbIIIAAAAHHHHH!"
Diana had simply reached around the Streetfighter and applied the fingertips of one hand to her mound. With her other hand she took the liberty to feel up Sakura's lush teen tits.
Instantly the girl was tetanic, on her toes, hips jerking wildly while the rest of her was locked.
"OH! Stop! Please! I'm dying! I can't stand…Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! Please!" She arched her hips out finally, pushing them into Diana's expert teasing hand.
Then the Amazon dropped her face to Sakura's neck and with a, "'Mere Baby!" started licking, nipping, biting, and sucking on the Streetfighter's taut flesh.
"OhmyGod! Don't…Please! OhmyGod! I love you! Take me! Fuck me! Please!"
"Diana! Enough…for now!" Sappho said, a little louder than before.
Diana immediately stopped and pulled her hands off of Sakura. The girl writhed and humped air for a good minute more before collapsing again against a sweetly smiling Diana.
Sakura bent over again, this time supporting herself by planting her hands upon her knees. Sweat streamed down her bent over face.
She nodded, and then looked up at Sappho. "I…I believe you! No more! Unless you plan on finishing me off next time, no more! Please!"
"Very well!" Sappho replied. "But I admit that I would truly enjoy…tumbling with you some time! You are an extraordinarily developed and trained womyn! And Diana certainly would like to challenge you in a wrestling match! The winner takes all of the loser!
"But, now I hope you recognize the futility of you challenging anyone in the ring now. All they need to do is slip a hand between your legs and…" She left the ending to Sakura's imagination.
"But what can I do?" she replied. Then everyone heard the sudden roar of the crowd. Sakura straightened up. "That's Miko's match! I can't miss that! I've got to go!"
"Then, Sakura, I should start right away!" Sappho replied. "I cannot remove the curse, but I can…deaden it for an hour or so."
"Ok! How?"
Sappho nodded and Sakura saw Diana's hands reach around her again.
"Wait! What's this for?" Sakura said, then stiffened when Diana cupped both of her well sized tits in her big hands.
Sappho was already dropping to her knees. "You have to cum, Sakura. Just as hard as you can. Its how they planted the curse in you, while you were cuming, and it is how I can deaden it. Now relax…and enjoy!" Then Sappho pushed Sakura's powerful thighs far apart and then plunged her face into Streetfighter pussy.
Instantly Sakura was seized, her struggles ceased, her hands gripped the hips of the Amazon holding her.
Diana knew how to paw tits! Within a minute, before Sappho had even applied her tongue, Sakura was moaning from just Diana's boob handling. Then something wet, velvety, hot, strong, and flexible slid over her clit and between her floppy labia. It felt like feet of it slid between her legs.
When the incredibly long and powerful tongue (she hoped it was a tongue!) started sawing over her defenselessly unhooded and displayed clit, Sakura moaned pitifully. It was instantly recognized that she had no defense against Sappho's lesbian talent. She was doomed.
Sappho had her.
Diana certainly recognized it. She again dropped her face down to the girl's neck. "Baby!" she husked into that now wet neck. "I want to do that to you! All night! I want to hear you scream with my tongue far inside you!'
Relentlessly, mercilessly, that tongue ground away on the Streetfighter's button. Over and over Sappho expertly worked the girl. Like literally thousands of females before Sakura, Sappho was driving her higher and higher…
Sakura was stretched tight as a drum, on her toes, fists at her sides, arms and legs rigid. She tossed her head right and left, her eyes tightly closed with her teeth set. All while Sappho sanded her jumping clit and Diana worked the entire right side of her neck.
When the girl started her pre-orgasmic whine, Diana, as if she had done this many times before, pushed the girl's face to the right, towards the Amazon's. Diana immediately captured Sakura's lips with her own.
And not a moment too soon for the taut as a bow Streetfighter was on the very edge. Driven there by divine tongue.
Reaching between the widely parted thighs of the girl, Sappho filled her claw armed hands with Sakura's smooth, rock hard asscheeks, holding her in place so she didn't knock out any of Sappho's teeth!
Then the Goddess destroyed Sakura by driving her entire near two feet of meaty tongue fully up the girl's used-only-by-a-Succubus pussy to her womb.
Every part of her thrashing, except for her hips which Sappho had a tight grip on, Sakura screamed into Diana's mouth and exploded violently, cuming wildly, spraying the Goddess' face with her pussy juice.
Made of stern lesbian stock, Sappho took the delicious undulation and began flicking the tip of her tongue over the Streetfighter's cervix and G-spot.
Sakura's writhing, struggling, thrashing increased. Diana simply seized the girl's arms while Sappho grimly held onto Sappho's ass and the two rode Sakura's mind bending orgasms out. The girl screamed hysterically, over and over, into Diana's mouth which most effectively smothered the outbursts.
The orgasms occurred regularly, making the girl scream, making the un-held down parts of her jerk and shudder.
But Sappho was merciless. She wanted the curse to be out of the picture for the girl's match, so she forced a good dozen lung emptying, spine locking, knee bending orgasms out of the girl while she applied the spell she wanted. As soon as Sakura came down out of one orgasm, the Goddess ruthlessly, and wondrously, drove the screaming teen to yet another one.
Needless to say, Sappho put a real mind fuck upon the Streetfighter. She might have made her a genuine, willing lesbian before she finished!
When Sappho finished 'doing' the girl (She actually made the girl cum once more, even though it wasn't necessary!) she pulled her tongue out of the suddenly collapsed Streetfighter. Hanging in Diana's arms, Sakura didn't hear, at first, the wild cries coming from the ring.
So loud were the cries that Sakura didn't hear when Sappho pulled her tongue completely out of her! She just jerked, once, in Diana's arms.
When a wet faced Sappho stood up and faced the nearly unconscious girl, she smiled sweetly herself and stroked Sakura's cheek.
The Streetfighter immediately came to alert. Then she saw the delicious Sappho before her. A dreamy smile crossed Sakura's face and she came right out of Diana's hands to against a startled Sappho. Wrapping her arms around the Goddess' neck, the girl kissed Sappho as passionately as any lover could.
Both womyn closed their eyes and lost themselves in that kiss.
When they finally broke the kiss, Sakura whispered, "Thank you! It was wonderful!"
Sappho smiled in return. "Does that mean we can…do this again?"
Suddenly Sakura blushed and dropped her vision from Sappho's gorgeous face. Conveniently the crowd roared again and caught Sakura's attention.
Jumping up, she gasped to Sappho, "The match! Miko's match! Its started! I have to see it!" and she was out of Sappho's arms and dashing, as if she hadn't just had the most incredible, powerful, exhausting, love generating orgasmic episode of her short life. "Thank you!" she yelled back.
Sappho smiled again. "You need to win this match, remember?" she called back, then sighed.
"Delightful girl!" she said softly to Diana.
The Amazon, equally smiling, nodded.
"I'll kick their ass!" was the last they heard of Sakura.

Miko Moto was already in the ring when her opponent, with her mother Maria in tow, entered. She was pacing, her lush, nubile body, all full handfuls of pointed, conical breast, narrow flat waist, delicious and full bubblebutt, as tense, concentrated, determined as any Streetfighter would be.
She was ready!
At least as she could be…
"Don't look into her eyes!" the Miroku repeated, over and over.
Then the Vampire appeared to a chorus of boos. Miko looked over immediately and saw her mother being led in by the Vampire's grip on her big, round asscheek.
Miko wanted to cry when she saw the dull, drugged look on her mother's face. Then her mother's eyes rose to see her in the ring, and Maria smiled a little…for the first time since entering, Miko's mother smiled.
Miko's hopes rose. There still was Maria in there!
Then Miko looked at the hideously grinning Vampire and, with a serious frown, all the hate in her world came bubbling up. "Don't look into her eyes!"
"And keep you nyobin ready!"
Through the entire introductions both Miko and the Vampire stared each other down, excepting the Miroku fixed her vision on her opponents nose. So fixed was she that when the fence lit up and Miko became flushed with sexy heat, she hardly noticed her nipples hardening.
"Don't look into her eyes!"
With the "Begin!" the monster charged Miko, lack of respect for her opponent all over the Vampire's hideously grimacing face.
But Miko was ready…she was well practiced with that simple move…
Long, intense practices with Sakura paid off. The Vampire was charging her entirely too quickly when the monster reached out for her. Miko grabbed that outstretched arm and, smoothly rolling upon her back and raising her right leg, she caught the Vampire's rock hard stomach on the sole of her right foot and fluidly flung the monster, using its own momentum, clear over Miko's head!
The Vampire landed flat on her back and skidded three noisy times on her ass before gaining control of herself.
The crowd roared their approval.
The monster slammed her palms down on the ring mattress and leaped up. With a snarl, she charmed again!
Even faster!
So Miko did the same flip, only faster!
And the screaming Vampire went sailing, ass first, clear out of the ring!
Wild cries from other womyn accompanied the crash of the Vampire's ass into gym benches and spectators. People could be seen either running or flying away from the wreckage.
Miko thought, with too much hope, "Maybe that will slow her down!"
The hideous scream silenced the crowd and her hopes. The Vampire, eyes blazing but otherwise the same as when she started the match, stood on the floor beneath the ring. Then, with another howling scream, she leaped flat footed up and over the top rope and into the ring!
Suddenly Miko was worried. So strong!
Then Sakura's instructions popped into her head. "It is not strength, but reflexes and leverage that counts! By the time you are ready to use your strength, the match is effectively over!" Miko calmed…a little.
Getting ready for the next assault…
The Vampire now approached Miko slowly, showing a…respect for her opponent this time.
It made Miko feel like she had partially won the match, seeing the smirking, though cautious monster slowly approach, one hand outstretched as if trying to make contact, careful contact, with the Miroku.
Miko rapidly went through the moves Sakura had shown her…practiced with her.
When the hand and arm of the slowly approaching Vampire got within range, Miko did not hesitate. Faster than the monster could react, she grabbed the Vampire's wrist and forearm, twisted her body while thrusting her hips out, and threw the Vampire over her hip.
The monster landed, hard, on her back. Even the arrogant face of the Vampire registered surprise…Miko was actually faster than her!
Then the Vampire rolled over to get up.
Seeing the Vampire's ass sticking up, Miko again reacted instantly. She ordered her nyobin and, within a second, the fifteen inch long clit popped up like it had been spring loaded. Then the Miroku leaped upon the half risen Vampire's back!
Her nyobin, like it had radar, found the monster's asshole and the tip flew in. Then Miko thrust with her hips and a good half foot of arm thick clit followed.
"EEEEOOOOOWWWW!" screeched the Vampire, eyes flying open, a wicked, dangerous surge of pleasure…penetration pleasure, jolting her…frightening her.
Desperately Miko tried to thrust her hips again, to drive even more of her 'stake' towards the Vampire's 'heart'. But something seemed to have snapped in the impaled Vampire.
With a harpy-like shriek, she turned back along her waist until she was looking at Miko. At once she screamed, "You fucking Bitch!" and, in a blur, viciously backhanded the Miroku.
The monsters knuckles smacked into Miko's temple and knocked her off the threatened ass of the Vampire.
Immediately, as if the crowd was just waiting for the Vampire to break the rules, the crowd began screaming, "Foul! Foul! Disqualify! Disqualify!"
Miko landed on her back and immediately tried to rise by bracing herself on her elbow, but the Vampire was right there…
"Fucking Human cunt!" the beast screeched and backhanded Miko again.
"Urk!" went the girl as the Vampire's rock hard knuckles made contact with her chin. Miko went completely down on her back.
The crowd was going crazy. The Vampire just stood up and waved her arm around at them like some distorted Frankenstein Monster. Then she looked down at a stunned Miko.
She grimaced horribly.
She reached down and gripped Miko with one hand around her throat. Then she simply pulled the struggling girl up to her feet by the grip on her throat.
Miko tried to pull the Vampire's hand off her throat, but all that did was leave her abdomen exposed…
"You…fucking…Bitch!" The Vampire howled into Miko's face. With each word she punched Miko in her solar plexus…hard.
She pushed the gasping girl away from her.
Miko staggered back a couple of feet until the ropes stopped her. As the Vampire paraded around the ring, laughing at the screaming crowd howling for her blood, Miko desperately tried to stand up.
Then the Vampire stopped, looking at her leaning on the ropes. Then the Beast stomped towards her.
Miko could barely see when the Vampire seized her and yanked her head aside, completely exposing her neck…
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Vampire's fangs extend as if they, too, were spring loaded.
She could only cry out a single, miserable "NO!" before the monster struck, like a cobra. The fangs easily passed through her skin, emitting only a dull 'crunch' sound, and expertly punctured her Jugular.
The Vampire immediately withdrew her fangs and then licked, once, over the two pinpricks to stop the bleeding.
Then the monster simply released the girl to fall again against the ropes. Turning, the Vampire began strutting pompously across the ring.
Miko jumped up, clutching her throat. No blood, but the wound was burning. Eyes white in utter terror, she turned to Maria, "M…Mom!" she cried. "Mom!"
Maria was expressionless save for her suddenly wet eyes.
"OH, MOM!" Miko screamed…screamed like a little girl terrified of being suddenly in the dark.
A tear ran down each of Maria's cheeks.
"Oh, Mom!" Miko screamed again, but this time the cry echoed back on her. Like it echoed off the inside of her skull.
Then she noticed the crowd noise…receding into the distance.
And her eyesight had become two windows she now had to look through…
From a distance…
An ever greater distance…
Her mind was receding, going down deeper into her skull. A fog was forming around her, blocking out the light from the small windows that had been her eyes. She could no longer even hear the crowd.
Farther and farther she sank into the darkness, the total blackness. The fog surrounded her, it surrounded everything. She couldn't see the windows of her eyes anymore. She couldn't feel her body at all.
The fog had solidified into a foam, a foam that surrounded, covered everything that could have been around her.
Somehow she knew that the foam would become the densest, most impenetrable concrete…rock.
She was alone, buried in the deepest, darkest place she could imagine.
And she was oh so alone!
"M…M…Mom!" she cried, cried like a little girl lost in the darkness.

Sakura dashed up to the ring apron to see the strutting Vampire step up to a motionless Miko, a Miko with a blank face, and grope the girl's lush ass.
Miko did nothing but…smile. She smiled like a drugged teenybopper in the hands of her fixer.
"Ohmygod!" Sakura screamed. "Not Miko! You Bitch!" she added, howling above even the crowd noise.
The arrogant Vampire, ignoring all the screaming about her, including Sakura's, led Miko from the ring…by her grip on the girl's plump left bun.
"You Bitch!" Sakura screamed, trying to get through the crowd to where the Vampire was now grabbing Miko's Mother by her equally bulbous butt. "I'm going to kick your sorry ass, Bitch!"
Sakura was in a fit. Pacing back and forth behind the wall of spectators keeping her from her new hated enemy, occasionally glaring in the direction of the Vampire, she would howl "You Bitch!" at the Vampire every time she could see it and begin pacing again.
With her next "I'm gonna kick your ass, Bitch!" the Vampire finally heard her and turned to the Streetfighter. And laughed. She pointed at the two Miroku and licked her lips.
Sakura knew immediately what she meant: They were food for her. Food to allow her to return to her home. Food to allow her to cross that desert in Ama-arhus' lands.
"How about me, Bitch!" Sakura screamed. "How about you and me…right now! I'll kick your cannibal sorry ass, Bitch!"
Then the two protagonists pointed at each other in dramatic challenge.
"Anytime, Bitch! I want your ass! I want Miko back! I'm gonna kick your sorry ass, Bitch!" Sakura howled, veritably foaming at the mouth.
Laughing and pawing the Miroku's impressive asses, the Vampire led her two 'cows' away.
Screeching, Sakura tried to literally tear a hole through the womyn standing in front of her. Then a hand, a big hand, came down on her shoulder. It squeezed her shoulder, but not as powerfully as it could have.
Sakura, eyes wet, tears streaming down her cheeks, turned in a flash, defense up, to face…to kill whoever was behind her.
She saw the figure and before she could recognize it, or even finish her spin around, her right fist flashed out. Her rock like fist impacted firm, rigid stomach just as her elbow locked.
Most satisfyingly she heard a feminine voice go, "Grunt!"
Only then did Sakura look up to recognize who she had just killed.
It was Diana.
The Amazon was not smiling. She was rubbing her stomach where Sakura had struck, and she was not smiling.
"She should be murderously pissed!" Sakura told herself.
The Amazon was obviously trying mightily to not get angry, but Sakura's blow had been very serious…
Sakura did nothing but breathe hard through her nostrils and stare up at the frowning Amazon. But she didn't let her guard down.
Sappho appeared from behind the towering Amazon. "It's too late for Miko, Sakura, I am sorry to say. But you have the next match. And you will be fighting for the championship…for the Sisterhood! Prepare for that! We will go after Miko afterwards, I promise!"
Then Diana, no longer frowning, spoke up. "I, for one, will not let this go unavenged! The Sisterhood demands revenge! I will go after that Vampire and destroy it!"
Looking up at Diana, Sakura, not the least calmed, barked, but definitely did not ask, "I'm going too!"
"Of course!" Sappho, stepping up, put her hand on Sakura's shoulder. "We will send an expedition of all of our greatest heroes to rescue them! It will be like the Odyssey…"
"More like the Iliad!" Diana added with a small smile.
Sakura nodded once, briskly. Then she said, "I'm going to kick that Vampire's ass! Me! You understand? Me!" Then she turned towards the ring and, with a startling roar, slammed her two fists down on the edge of ring.
Instantly a 'crack' of shattered wood followed the collapse of that part of the ring.
Sappho stepped back, eyes widening.
Then the announcer came on: "The previous match is been declared a forfeit. This means that the next match will determine the Champion of the Tournament!"
A sudden cheer rose from the crowd.
"Damn right!" Sakura said, climbing onto the lip.
Sappho called up, "Remember, you can't hit anyone! Don't lose your temper, Sakura. This is too important. You will be fighting Ama-arhus' Champion. You don't want her to win the Tournament and decide who the next member of the Sisterhood will be!"
Nodding, Sakura, without looking back, yelled, "Yea, Yea, whatever!" Then she added aloud, but not loud enough for Sappho to hear, "Whoever it is, they are dead meat!" Then she vaulted the top rope and stepped deliberately into the ring.
She stopped about a quarter of the way in and became rigidly set in her defensive position, hands up in fists, knuckles popping.
"Bring 'em on!" she told herself. "I'm going to seriously kick some ass this time!"
Then the announcer spoke up, "This is the final match to determine the winner of the Tournament! Contender number one is Sakura, the Streetfighter, representing the Clan of Sappho!"
Immediately the crowd roared its approval.
After a hesitation, the announcer went on, "Her opponent, representing the Clan of Ama-arhus, will be–"
Sakura saw a figure entering the arena at the far end of the ring.
"-Carmine, the Sex Assassin!"
Another roar went up as Carmine climbed the steps and entered the ring.
Sakura was instantly stunned! It was Carmine, alright! Then her heart went out to her. It had been so long! They had been inseparable during all their adventures together to get here! She even got…raped by Ama-arhus trying to help Carmine!
And she would do it again!
"How…why is Carmine now on Ama-arhus' side?"
Then she remembered what Miko…poor Miko…had told her. The Bitch had cursed Carmine, made her crazy with her big bad dick not ever stopping and all!
Sakura stared at Carmine as she stood, kinda sheepishly, at the other end of the ring. She still had that scary, and hot!, monster dick of hers! And it was sticking so far out!
"Right at me!" she told herself with a thrill.
"What was she going to do with it?"
She shook her head.
"Stupid! The question is not what she's gonna do with it, but what am I going to do to her if-when she tries to use it on me?"
Then she looked carefully at Carmine's face. It had a look of finality and fatalism, like she had just made a decision that she wasn't sure she would like the outcome of. She certainly didn't look like she was looking forward to fighting and then raping her!
"But what would she look like if she was looking forward to raping me?"
She shuddered as she thought of what Ama-arhus could have done to her, could have made Carmine want to do to her, not to mention what Carmine was going to do because of Ama-arhus' magick!
"Almost anything!" she decided. Ama-arhus could have her do anything to me…to win!"
"Not if I beat her first! But I can't hurt her, can I…and still win?" she softly told herself. Then she thought, "I really…ah…like her. I just couldn't really hurt her!"
"But then how am I going to win?"
Sakura's eyebrows furrowed like she used to do right before matches back home. "You just will!" she said aloud with great conviction.
Then the fence lit up and Sakura felt her nipples harden and watched, awed, as Carmine's 'weapon' rose in jerking moves up to its womyn destroying eighteen inches of steel hard male organ!
Then the announcer barked "Begin!" and Sakura's head jerked, Then, grim faced, she advanced towards the middle of the ring.
Carmine dreaded seeing Sakura so…serious looking as she stepped up to the center. "But you gotta go through with it, for Sakura's sake if not your own!" And Carmine, monster pole swaying side to side, tossing shiny cum strands all over before her, stepped forward.
Sakura assumed her defensive stance.
Carmine didn't, but she did hesitate.
Instead of attacking, she offered her hand to the Streetfighter! "Hi Sakura!" she said carefully. "It has been a long time! I've missed you!"
"I won't, not this time!" Sakura shot back angrily. "You tell your…Mistress that what happened to Miko must be avenged, by me!" She felt sweat on her forehead as the fence had its effect upon her. Between her legs she was soaked, but not by sweat.
Carmine was also sweating, and drooling, "Ama-arhus is not my Mistress, Sakura…"
"Can't tell by me! Now, get ready for me to kick your traitorous ass!"
"Didn't Miko tell you what I told her? About the curse on me?"
Sakura gaped at Carmine. She was right, Miko had tried to tell her something like that!
Carmine now smiled. Then she again offered to the still set Sakura her hand. "It is customary to shake hands before we start the match, right?"
Sakura looked suspiciously at Carmine's hand, but she remembered what Miko had told her about Carmine. After a moment's hesitation, she offered her own.
They didn't shake hands, but they did hold hands. A foot apart, Carmine smiled and spoke to Sakura soft enough that no one else, like Ama-arhus, could hear, "Sakura…I…I…l…l…want you to win! You have to win! You can't let me win because that will mean Ama-arhus will win! You've got to make me cum…get me off, I won't stop you, just make it look real, okay? Make it look like you really beat me!"
Sakura stared into Carmine's eyes a long moment, then, finally realizing what Carmine wanted from this match, she suddenly smiled herself.
And, twisting around and rolling her hand holding arm in a great vertical circle, she expertly flipped a suddenly wide eyed Carmine head over heals in mid air!
Carmine came down on the mat on her back…hard! The ring mat creaked with the impact and she gave out with a sincere and real "OOOOF!" Then, involuntarily, she just lay there, truly stunned.
"One thing for certain," Carmine thought with a ringing skull. "I won't have to worry about anyone thinking this is fake! I didn't have to fake that fall!" Opening her eyes, Carmine saw what appeared as the entire gynasium spinning around her head!
It took what seemed hours, but the crowd noise finally registered in her bouncing brain.
"At least that was convincing…to me!" she thought, closing her eyes again to blot out the spinning world.
A moment later, when she could open her eyes again, the world had stopped spinning. She raised her head up on her elbows and looked for Sakura.
She found her, right alongside her waiting for Carmine to do just the kind of stupid move that she was now making!
Suddenly two incredibly firm, deliciously smooth thighs wrapped around her head and she wound up laying on her right side and arm with her left arm behind her back in Sakura's unbreakable left hand grip.
She tried to struggle but, of course, it was futile. Sakura was too good to let her get away now!
Then she looked forward, up between the two thighs wrapped around her head, and saw…heaven! Sakura's pussy was bald (naturally!) and her sweet pink labia were just a little wrinkled and just a little shiny with her dew. And her stiff little clit poked through the tops of the labia in so cute a manner!
Suddenly Sakura's right hand gripped Carmine's prick just below her purple cockhead!
"Now that felt good!" Carmine thought. Then she said aloud, "Baby, don't mind me, but that is one beautiful pussy your showing me between your thighs!"
A suddenly shocked and teenaged mortified Sakura immediately released her cock grip. It had never occurred to her that, in this hold, that Carmine could see her…pussy! Then she barked, "Don't look at me there!"
And sharply punched Carmine in the stomach with her right fist!
"OOFF!" went the Sex Assassin. "Sakura, you're the one that put your pussy in my face…"
Another, "Don't look at me there!" and another punch in Carmine's belly!
"OOFF!"
She wasn't hitting as hard as she could, but just hard enough to get Carmine's attention without being seen by the crowd actually hitting her opponent.
"Stop that, Sakura! Now let me have a taste of you, okay? Just loosen your head grip and I'll…OOFF!"
Sakura chuckled. "Serves you right, pervert! Now, on your back!" and she flipped Carmine on her back.
Then the Streetfighter rolled atop Carmine into a '69' position!
But Sakura knelt on each side of Carmine's head, so her pussy was a tantalizing four inches off the Sex Assassin's nose!
She was about to invite another stomach punch by asking the girl to sit on her face when the most deliciously wet and velvety heat enveloped her cockhead!
The crowd roared.
Carmine didn't have to be told what that wet-velvet, sucking heat was from! Sakura, bless her sex pot heart, was going down on her! She must have had Carmine's entire cockhead swallowed up!
It felt so good!
"Let me lick you, baby!" Carmine said up to Sakura's pink and wet pussy just over her head.
Then the Sex Assassin felt her melon sized nuts picked up in a small, claw armed, and incredibly powerful hand. The hand began to roll Carmine's babies around.
In sudden concern as to what Sakura had in mind about what to do with her testicles, Carmine shut up!
Then those claws began scratching the wrinkled bag holding those babymakers and Carmine moaned sincerely and she closed her eyes again, this time in rising, delicious bliss!
Heavenly minutes (Carmine guessed) went by before, abruptly, the Sex Assassin's face was uncovered! She just had time to look towards her feet to see the Streetfighter, magnificently naked, twist around her cockhead filled head and sit, yoga style, between Carmine's spread thighs.
She didn't miss a single slurp or gag.
Carmine raised her head to see Sakura, cross-legged between her own wide spread thighs, chowing down on Carmine's pudcap! She had to have the entire fist sized cockhead swallowed in her mouth and was, most expertly it appeared, slurping vigorously upon it while just as eagerly twisting her head around the firmly swollen glans.
And, boy, did that fist sized cockhead feel good with the Streetfighter gnawing on it!
Ama-arhus had nothing on this girl!
Well, the Goddess definitely could swallow more than Sakura! "But give her some practice…" Carmine thought.
The girl also had both of her hands wrapped around her feet long shaft, jerking her vigorously. Matter of fact, Carmine observed not without some obscene pride, that it took both her hands to get a grip around her swollen, now unbendable, sex pole!
But her rapidly jacking hands were strong! And the girl was beating her more eagerly than any Succubus (They preferred deep throating, anyway!)! Stronger than Ama-arhus, even!
Maybe not as eager as a cum-intoxicated Sappho…
But way up there in the enthusiasm department, certainly!
Then Sakura gagged as Carmine reflexively spurted a sizable amount of precum down her throat.
Carmine grinned.
Sakura popped her head off Carmine's now jumping crank. Her hands sped up, now going over the crown of Carmine's spit lubed glans.
Carmine lost her smile as wicked, very wicked, jack-off pleasure flooded her mind. "Damn!" she thought in a bliss induced warped frame of mind, "she's jacking better than any of those Succubii! Where did she learn that?"
Opening her eyes again, she caught Sakura's eyes looking at her from over Carmine's jumping, drooling cockhead. "Hey, you're good at this!" she said, managing to smile again.
Not missing a strong, powerful stroke, Sakura looked back at Carmine, though not smiling, "Oh, I bet I'm good! You'd say anything to get into me, wouldn't you, 'Sex Assassin'! You were going to 'assassinate' me, weren't you? If I hadn't stopped you I'd be pinned under you, screaming while you filled me up with about a gallon of spunk. Weren't you! You're no different that those Succubuses…er…Succubis…er…no better! You just wanted to get your girl destroyer into me and fuck me till I scream and beg you for your babies! No different! You wanted to screw me like Ama-arhus did when she had a huge cock! You've wanted to get into me since we left on this 'quest'! You're no different than those boys back home…kept sneaking peeks when I worked out…tried to get a feel of by boobs or ass in the school hallways! Always trying to get in my pants!
"You're no different! Now shut up and let me win!" She shot out an arm, faster than Carmine, in her present near orgasmic condition, could follow to smack her palm against the Sex Assassin's forehead, slamming her head back down to the mat.
Hard!
The crowd roared.
Carmine's head spun.
"Snik! Snik! Snik!" went Sakura's precum soaked hands as they passed over the jutting crown of Carmine's cockhead. Faster and faster she jerked her.
The Sex Assassin's legs jerked and spread under the sharp bolts of jacked off pleasure Sakura's little, magnificent cock handling hands generated.
"I'm convinced. She WAS…IS very good with her hands!" Carmine was sure of it now!
And so was Sakura convinced! Convinced that she had that huge cock at her mercy. Sure she could force it to erupt in her hands!
Before all these Lesbians!
Sakura grinned in triumph at the writhing 'Sex Assassin'! "How does this feel, eh, 'Sex Assassin'? You were going to fuck me? You thought I would meekly lay down under you, Carmine? No fucking way, perv!"
Suddenly she felt that towering cock begin to throb, to pulse, to jerk rhythmically in her blurry hands. Instinctively, it seemed, she knew what that meant.
The Streetfighter was winning!
Winning a sex match!
As soon as she recovered from the last contact of her skull and the ring mat, Carmine moaned, loud and honestly, and started tossing her head right to left on the mat as Sakura's strong, suddenly talented, and very school-girlish smooth, warm, and eager hands drove the Sex Assassin relentlessly to a massive explosion.
Suddenly Carmine realized that she couldn't…in fact didn't want to…escape Sakura's masterful grip and jackoff of her jumping prick.
It felt just too damn good!
"Damn, you are good!" she gasped out.
"Fuckin' A!" the grinning Streetfighter replied in a bark, her hands not slowing down a bit.
Carmine winced when she realized the inevitable truth: She was going to cum, whether she wanted to or not! The girl was that good!
"Where did she learn how to jack off so good?" popped into Carmine's sex overdosed mind.
She immediately forgot about the question as the fiery pleasure surged up from her balls.
She was going to cum!
Just as Carmine frantically gripped the mat with her fingernails and her toes clenched, indicating approaching spewgasm, the Sex Assassin felt a snug, vacuumous and searingly wet mouth enclose her cockhead again! Looking down at her jumping meat, she saw Sakura gnawing once more on her glans!
Carmine gasped to Sakura, "I'm so close! Don't do that…don't suck so hard…sooooo goooood or I'll…"
The avidly cockhead nursing and gnawing Sakura ignored her.
"Stop!" gasped Carmine to the cocksucker between her legs. "Stop or I'll cum into your…"
Once again that arm flashed out to smack her forehead, driving Carmine's head again to the mat. Only not as violently nor painfully as before.
The entirely female crowd roared its approval!
Carmine got the hint. "Well," she thought, "if she wants to ignore me, then I'll just cum down her throat anyway!" Guilt placated, she started her head tossing again as Sakura's masterful jackoff seized her.
Carmine no longer cared about Sakura's aversion to swallowing spooge. Matter of fact, Carmine no longer cared about anything save getting off! "OOOHHH! Damn you're good!" she cried out loud enough for the front rows to clearly hear Carmine's cry of defeat.
Not missing a jackoff stroke, Sakura pulled her drooling mouth off of Carmines cockhead long enough to bark through a hoarse, cock stretched throat: "Cum! Cum in my mouth, damn you! Can't you see I want to taste it! What is it now, 'Sex Assassin'? Does having a cock make you stupid? For my sake, Cum! Cum in my face! Cum down my throat! Blow my head off, but cum!"
Then she popped the purple, maximally inflated glans back where it belonged, in her mouth.
Carmine moaned again, ever more sincerely again. Her cock started jumping, threatening Sakura's teeth.
But the girl wasn't to be stopped now!
"OH fuck!" Carmine screamed. "Oh you sweet cocksucker! I can't hold it!"
Instantly following her cry, Carmine heard the answer from the womyn now standing around the ring, staring and gawking, drooling and licking parched lips, "Oh yea! Suck that pig sticker! Get her off! Let me swallow her, I deserve it! Get the Sex Assassin off and you can lick up all the mess!"
Then the Streetfighter's eyes popped open and a second later two pencil thick, foot or more long jets of coiled manchowder spewed from Sakura's nostrils. Then the gagging, the snorting, the frantic swallowing began.
And the crowd went nuts, seeing Carmine's babystuff hang and sway from Sakura's nostrils.
"AAAHHH!" Carmine howled again.
And Sakura's cocksucking head blew right off Carmine's cockhead!
Not stopping her beating, the Streetfighter stared at the cock jumping in her hands, stunned as if by a punch. Almost immediately her mouth opened and a good cup of lumpy wadd cascaded down her chin and hard nipples, coating her lush chest and heaving belly with Carmine's slimy protein pudding.
That is, some of Carmine's for, a second later, Carmine cried out again and her jumping meat shot off another massive spurt of cum, feet long, that reached an apex of a good six feet overhead before falling like gooey rain down on Sakura's hair.
Then, merely another second later, Carmine landed her next eruption upon her own, not by any means small, chest.
And so it went, for a solid minute Carmine, under the merciless control of a stunned Sakura's fiercely jacking hands, spewed massive spurts of goo, averaging about three seconds apart, until both contestants where drenched in eggwhite, and that cock was still jumping and spurting because Sakura was still furiously jacking.
Finally showing mercy to the 'Sex Assassin' writhing in almost painful convulsions under her dominating, awesome, triumphant handjob, Sakura released the huge, but temporarily satiated demonic dick.
It flopped down, noisily, upon a panting Carmine's heaving, spooge drenched belly.
Almost at once the referee approached and Sakura, all smiles and a total gummy mess what with one eye closed by an especially tacky strand of wadd across it while nearly foot long coiled strands hung from her pebbly erect nipples and her hair remained quite plastered to her skull like she had just stepped out of a shower…a cum shower, rose in triumph.
As the referee raised Sakura's right arm in victory, however, two bright flashes of light indicated where Carmine and Sakura had been, but were no longer, in the ring.

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