“Come on, Victoria, faster, move faster!” Gawaine lashed out with a vicious swipe of her psychic sword, forcing Victoria to back up a step and parry desperately with the clumsy sword she carried.
“Damn it, I’m doing my best,” Victoria said, swiping clumsily in an attempt to hit Gawaine. It was very obvious that the weapon was new to her and that she was having trouble mastering it, though she had a determined look on her face which told of her desire to do so.
“Well it’s not good enough,” Gawaine said, slapping Victoria’s rounded bum with the flat of her glowing blade. “When you face Lancelot, and you will, he’s going to carve you up like a bloody turkey. He’s better than I am and he’ll call you out in one on one, with his chosen weapon, the sword. I think this is stupid. You should be concentrating on your own strengths, not trying to master a weapon like this. Still, you wanted to do this, remember, so put some bloody effort into it!”
Victoria glared at the brown-haired woman and swung with all her considerable strength, losing her temper and hoping she might score at least one hit. Gawaine ducked, swept around with her legs and watched disdainfully as Victoria landed on her already sore rear.
“That was bloody pathetic,” Gawaine said. “You’re second dann in kick-boxing, but you’re one piss pathetic fighter. You don’t want to hurt anyone, even those who deserve it, which means you’re going to lose, every time! Okay, against Morgana’s knights that won’t be fatal, but you won’t just be facing them, will you?”
“I’m supposed to be a heroine,” Victoria said.
“Bollocks!” Gawaine said, standing over Victoria with her hands on her hips. “You’re supposed to be Nimue’s champion, not some namby pamby version of Superman! Do you want to be beaten and raped by every man you meet, supervillain or not?”
“Of course not,” Victoria said, wiping sweat from her forehead as she stood up. “I want to stop Morgana, stop her from doing what she’s planning.”
“Then forget this honourable combat crap and wake up!” Gawaine said, a glare on her face. “You’re stronger than anyone in this city, virtually invulnerable, you can fly at incredible speeds and you’ve got reflexes that make most people look like they’re moving in slow motion. Stop thinking like a chivalric knight and start thinking about survival. Use your bloody powers to their best advantage and stop acting like some bloody fresh faced amateur.”
Gawaine grabbed Victoria’s shoulders and shook the woman. “I want you alive, I’m not into necrophilia, I prefer my lovers to move a bit. If you go up against Morgana’s knights with this bloody stupid ideal of fair play, they’re going to win every single time.”
Gawaine stared into Victoria’s eyes and turned away from the blonde woman.
“I know you’re right,” Victoria said, “I just don’t want to become as bad as those I’m fighting. If I lose sight of what I’m fighting for, what happens then.”
“Then I’ll kick your arse so hard I’ll put you in orbit,” Gawaine said, smiling as she turned to face her lover once more. “Remember, it was you that told me that you love someone for who and what they are, not what you want them to be. So, if you start getting too big for your boots, I’ll make sure you get a well-placed put down. Now, get rid of that bloody sword and start fighting me properly and beware, I’m going at full power, with all my advantages. If you give me an opening, I’ll take it and it’ll hurt like hell.”
Victoria rolled as the energy sword leapt from Gawaine’s palm and slashed towards her with unnatural speed. Victoria knew what that blade would do if it connected. It would fry her synapses and leave her twitching on the ground, helpless. She’d seen that blade in action and didn’t want to feel that agony, not if she could help it.
She rolled to her feet, moving as fast as she could, watching Gawaine’s moves and countering them. Gawaine was fast, nearly as fast as Victoria, her skill with her weaponry was incredible, giving her an even chance against Victoria, who was incredibly strong and fast. Their moves, had anyone been their to watch, would have been faster than the eye could see, each one moving to dodge the other’s moves and try to set the other up for a strike. As they fought, twisting and dodging, Victoria began to see what Gawaine meant. She was damned good, incredibly limber and an excellent opponent to train against. Victoria needed the training too, she was still very much a neophyte to this superheroine thing. If it weren’t for Morgana Le Fey, what she’d had done to her, Victoria would have become a historian or archaeologist by now. Instead she was living in Megapolis, working for her father as CEO of the cities branch of the family business and trying to stop a mad sorceress.
How long they circled, feinted and tried to break past the others defences neither knew, but they were both pouring with sweat long before Gawaine tried a circular sweep and Victoria caught her hand. With a jerk Victoria brought Gawaine in close, dropped back, threw the woman over her head and rolled on top of her, pinning both hands over her head. Victoria sat on Gawaine’s stomach, panting from the exertion, sweat staining her face, staring down into her opponent’s lovely eyes.
“My fall I think,” Victoria said, then leaned forward to kiss her lover.
“Are you going to do that to everyone you defeat?” Gawaine asked, grinning widely from the pleasure the kiss brought her. “I could very jealous if you do.”
“Only if they’re you,” Victoria said, rolling off Gawaine and lying on her back, trying to slow her breathing as she cooled down. “Though I’m not sure I could turn you over to the police.”
“Why not?” Gawaine said, “I’d turn you over to Morgana if I captured you. I told you I owe her my life, if not for her I’d still be lying in a hospital bed, totally crippled, unable to move even eyes. She gave me back my life, gave me a chance to experience what I only dreamt of for fourteen long years. I can’t turn my back on a debt like that, even for you.”
“I know,” Victoria said, “I understand, but I can’t help being who I am. I couldn’t live with myself if you were in prison, it’d be like putting you back into that hospital bed. I can’t do that to you, no matter what. If that’s a weakness, then I’ll have to live with it and you’ll have to do what you think is best. I love you, for better or worse.”
“You really do understand,” Gawaine said, her usually sarcastic tone softening into something filled with affection. “I really would hate to be locked up, away from the world, I think it might drive me mad.”
“And you’re not already?” Victoria said, rolling onto her side, a grin on her face. “You’re having a hot, sexual affair with your boss’s greatest enemy, occasionally giving me a lead to her activities. This isn’t crazy?”
“I guess it is at that,” Gawaine said, “though we both know that in a combat situation I’ll fight for her with every edge I’ve got. If she were to order me to capture you, I would. I may be in love with you Victoria, but I owe her too much to refuse. Though I’m not sure what I’d do after that, probably help you escape, as long as I could do it without hurting Morgana.”
“Shit, this is such a mess,” Victoria said, a little despair in her voice. “I don’t want to have to fight you, I want you at my side, watching my back. I’m not sure I can go on like this.”
“Can you give up on what we feel for each other?” Gawaine said, a little of the same despair in her own voice. “I know I can’t.”
Victoria stared at the ceiling for a long time, wondering why her life had to be so complicated!
It was much later, long after Gawaine had drifted off to sleep beside her, that Victoria returned to the thoughts of what this relationship meant to her. Victoria had always been interested in women, men left her cold and the few times sex had occurred between her and a man, it had left her feeling physically sick. Of course, of the three times she’d been with men, two of them were rapes, but the one time she’d been with a man willingly, at college, it had been a very big disappointment. No pleasure, just a few grunts, a lot of pain and definitely no satisfaction!
Since then she’d learned a little more about sex, about what it was supposed to be like and about how to satisfy a partner and be satisfied by them. Gawaine was an incredible lover, giving her pleasure on a scale no one could ever better. Yet, Gawaine was right about one thing, outside of this haven, they would one day have to face each other in combat and Victoria wasn’t sure what she’d do in that situation.
Gawaine had taken it on herself to teach Victoria what she needed to know to become an effective heroine and keep her alive. Victoria was still such a novice with her powers that she was incredibly vulnerable. She’d been beaten in both her fights to date, resulting both times in her being raped. The first because she refused to put an innocent at risk, choosing to surrender rather than allow another to come to harm. The second because she’d tried to fight fairly, not taking into account that her foes were far more devious than she was, not to mention more skilled with their abilities. That was what Gawaine was trying to beat into Victoria, that she had to let go of this honourable combat stuff, her opponents were twisted, vicious villains who would do whatever it took to take her down.
Gawaine was a complicated woman. Victoria knew her as well as she knew herself due to Gawaine’s tactile telepathy. It was a power Gawaine had no control over, it was always on and worked both ways, leaving her as open to her victim as her victim was to her. She didn’t use it often, but when they made love, they shared everything with each other, their hopes, dreams and fears. Victoria had no doubts as to what Gawaine felt for her, she only had to reach out and touch her skin. Some of what they experienced together wore off after time, but other thing stuck in their minds and surfaced at odd moments.
In many ways that power made their relationship harder, because it was impossible to hide anything from her lover. It also made what she felt for the other woman stronger, because there was no need to hold back or prove what she felt. Gawaine was as devoted to Victoria as Victoria was to her. If anyone hurt Gawaine, Victoria would hunt them down and kill them. Gawaine knew this and that depth of commitment made it very hard for Gawaine, because of what she owed Morgana. Gawaine was, at heart, an honourable woman, despite the way her soul had been twisted by Morgana’s magic. The depth of feeling Victoria had for her, scared Gawaine, especially as she shared it herself. For fourteen years she’d been totally dependent on others for everything, she valued her independent lifestyle, her self-sufficiency. Yet she was dependent on Victoria for the one thing no one else could give her, love.
Gawaine's real name Victoria didn’t know. It was one of very few things that Gawaine had locked away behind a wall in her mind, as if she no longer wanted to remember it. Victoria suspected that a lot of the pain and despair of her early life lay hidden behind that wall as well. Gawaine’s early life had been incredibly hard and Victoria wanted to give her a chance to experience the best of life, give her some of the pleasure she’d missed out on. Yet, try as she might, Victoria couldn’t give her back the childhood she’d had stolen from her. From the age of four, she’d been confined to a hospital bed, her brain alive and active in a body that no longer worked. Her friends were killed in a hit and run accident that left her helpless and alone. Victoria couldn’t even try to imagine what that had felt like, to have to lie in a bed, aware of what was going on around you, yet unable to do even the simplest things, like swallow, or move your eyes.
Victoria slid out of bed and pulled a robe over her voluptuous figure. She walked over to the picture window, looking out over Kensington and wondered if, perhaps, her lover wasn’t just a little insane. She looked back at the sleeping woman. She slept deeply, like a dead person. Her tortured dreams sometimes left Victoria sore in the morning, but just now, lost in some pleasant dream, Gawaine’s face had a little of the lost innocence that Victoria longed to give her back. She was lovely, beautiful and so serene like this. Victoria couldn’t imagine her life without Gawaine in it, yet they would have to face each other as enemies’ one day. Victoria wasn’t sure she could do it.
Victoria knew Gawaine had done some terrible things. She was totally amoral, capable of cruelty and ruthlessness that scared Victoria at times. In this bed, she was a gentle, considerate lover, but out on the streets, she was a heartless criminal working for a woman who was a total megalomaniac. Their relationship was impossible, yet neither woman wanted to live without the other, Victoria didn’t think they could.
The problem was that neither wanted the other to change. It would be much simpler if one or the other of them changed sides, but then the person they cared for would be gone. In a way, that was what made their relationship so strong, yet also threatened it. They both wanted what they had, not some ideal that could never be. Acceptance of the other for what they were and what they believed had carried them this far and it was what kept them together.
Victoria sat watching the sunrise colouring the night sky, waiting until the sun had cleared the horizon, then she looked back, to find Gawaine standing close behind her. She had no choice, Gawaine was as much a part of her life as her powers and her role as Victory. Nimue had told her, when she asked, that she would have to find her own way to reconcile her relationship with Gawaine. So far, Victoria had no answers, she wasn’t even sure what the questions were.
Victoria watched the figures flow past on her terminal, each one representing another successful deal for the bank. As CEO of this branch, she had to monitor the transfer of assets, but she trusted her people to do their jobs, so she seldom interfered. Unfortunately, the people she worked with had little faith in her, which was galling at times. Most of them didn’t even bother to hide the fact they assumed she got her present job because she was the daughter of the bank’s owner and founder. It was true, but she was qualified to do the job and they weren’t prepared to give her the chance to prove it.
Sometimes it seemed like her life was the pits, nothing ever simple or as it should be. The best part was that if Morgana hadn’t trapped her in Limbo for a whole year, leading to her meeting Nimue, she wouldn’t be here, or in this situation. She’d be finishing off her PhD thesis or looking forward to a life of research into ancient cultures and possibly the odd archaeological dig. Instead, she was a British Superheroine in Megapolis, trying to thwart the plans of an ancient Celtic Sorceress and balance impossible responsibilities with an even more impossible relationship.
She leaned back to review what Gawaine had left in her mind this time, especially what she now knew about Morgana’s plans. Morgana had the Druid Staff, supposedly a powerful magical artefact. She had some plans to make use of it, but she needed two other items. A ring called The Oak Tree Ring and an obelisk of amber kept at the Museum of Natural History in Megapolis. From what Gawaine had ‘told’ her, Morgana didn’t yet know where the ring was, but the obelisk was a matter of public record.
Victoria checked the clock, it was nearly closing time, which meant she was nearly free to follow up her lead. She watched through the security system as the cashiers finished up their tasks, the security guards swept the building for potential robbers and the cleaning staff began to tidy up. She took her customary walk through the building, checking on the vault, the main floor and finally turning back to her office. By then the last of the staff were gone, leaving Victoria to finish off her tasks, check for any last minute problems, before signing off the computer system so that all the data could be backed up in case of a problem.
She took the elevator down to the car park, walking casually over to her Miata open top and relaxed into the cream leather seats, as the off-white car eased its way out onto the street. She enjoyed driving, though her usual method of travel was somewhat less orthodox. The car was a slight affectation, with her powers she could have flown to work each day, but someone was bound to notice that she wasn’t using her parking slot. Besides, it would have made keeping her dual identity secret nearly impossible.
Traffic was light and half-an-hour later she pulled into her apartment building. After a light dinner, she transformed her clothes into the red, white and blue of her costume and leapt into the sky.
She loved flying, the sensation of the air moving over her body and the sense of freedom it gave her. She knew where she was going, yet she was in no hurry, she wanted to watch the sunset. Sunrise and sunset were the times she loved best, they were never entirely the same twice and she loved the colours. Her living room was red, brown and gold, autumn colours that reminded her of happier times and reflected the colours that often suffused the dawn and dusk. For a time she could forget what she was here for and what was going to come.
Victoria also knew that Gawaine would be watching the sunset, she always did, having been unable to do so before. To her, they were a symbol of rebirth, reaffirmation and scenes of wondrous beauty. It was strange how two people with almost diametrically opposed views, could have so much in common.
The museum was below her as darkness fell and she landed on the roof, quietly. To her surprise, the skylight was already open and she realised that it was possible that Morgana’s people were already here. Quietly Victory moved to the open window and glanced inside, keeping hidden. A single figure stalked through the darkness and Victory cursed silently, realising that it was Gawaine. None of the other ‘knights’ Morgana had working for her were women and Victory knew Gawaine’s shape too well to not recognise it, even in darkness.
“Damn,” she said again, as she slid through the open window, flying silently up against the ceiling and trailing Gawaine as she made her way to the room holding the obelisk.
The obelisk was a tall, yellow stone made of amber, the largest single piece known to exist. Inside was a large, dark shape, some prehistoric animal trapped inside it according to most scientists. Several scientists and anthropologists had made attempts to identify what was trapped inside, but so far all attempts had failed, as she attempts to piece the amber and draw of a DNA sample. No one wanted to remove the amber; it would have destroyed a priceless artefact, so the mystery remained.
Gawaine stopped by the roped off area, standing totally still for several long moments, then stood upright and looked straight at Victory.
“Well, are you going to do something, or just let me do the job?” Gawaine’s voice was amused, slightly ironic and challenging, making it obvious she had known Victory was there all the time.
“Do we have to do this?” Victory asked in reply, knowing what the answer would be.
“You can leave, or you can fight me! You know the rules, Victory.” Gawaine glowed as she called on her psychic powers. “I’ve got a task to do, you can get out of my way, or try to stop me.”
Victory hesitated for a brief instant, but it was enough. A bolt of pure, mental force shot from Gawaine’s hand and hit Victory hard, scrambling her mental processes and sending pain through her in wave and agonising wave. Victory plunged to the ground, hitting hard and shattering one of the cases holding exhibits of gemstones.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” Victory said, climbing to her feet and trying to focus on Gawaine’s blurred figure.
“First rule, never let anyone know all your secrets, though you had the information, if you knew to look for it.” Gawaine’s tone was hard, ruthless and Victory could sense that she intended to fight with all her skill and power. This was no longer practice, it was the real thing and Victory began to realise why Gawaine had been so adamant about training her. “Now, do you want to surrender, I promise I won’t rape you.”
“What, and give you the satisfaction of knowing you were right, that I’m not much of a heroine?” Victory said, leaping towards Gawaine, adding her flight to her prodigious strength. If she could take out Gawaine quickly, this might actually work out. Of course Gawaine knew her as well Victory knew Gawaine, so it would be hard to surprise her.
Gawaine tried to side step, but Victory still managed to get a glancing blow in, knocking Gawaine back into the wall.
“You’re learning,” Gawaine said, grudgingly. “So, let’s see just how much you want to stop me.”
The two women circled each other, Victory hovering slightly off the ground whilst Gawaine used her greater agility to make Victory’s job harder. Victory moved in, attempting to strike her opponent as she flew past, but Gawaine dodged under the blow this time, sweeping with her psychic sword, only to hit empty air. Victory circled higher, out of reach of the sword, though she watched for any more missiles. Gawaine watched her, judging her position carefully, then moved to grab a sliver of glass, hurling it at a rope holding a hanging exhibit off the ground.
A part of the exhibit swung down, hitting Victory in the back and knocking her forward into Gawaine’s reach. Gawaine swung out with her sword, but Victory moved her trajectory slightly, impacting with Gawaine’s body. Both women flew through the air, hitting the amber block and knocking it over. Blood from both women dripped onto the amber and suddenly, everything changed, but not for the better.
Both women became aware of a humming and felt a vibration through the stone. It also began to glow as they scrambled away from the stone. They watched incredulously as cracks appeared in the yellow stone, the glow intensifying until it was almost blindingly bright. The cracks grew larger as the dark shape inside moved, slowly at first, but then flexed its body and the amber shattered.
Deadly shards of amber flew everywhere. Victory threw herself in front of Gawaine, knowing that she wouldn’t survive the rain of razor sharp shards. Even though Victory was still getting used to the idea that stuff like this bounced of her body harmlessly, she knew she had to protect Gawaine. After the deadly storm was over, both women looked at what was left of the obelisk, and what it had contained.
Amongst the shards of amber stood a tall, imposing creature, vaguely humanoid, if you assumed that having a head, six arms and two legs on a massive, muscular torso humanoid. Its face was hideous, the long tusks protruding from the upper and lower jaw forcing the lips back in a permanent snarl. It’s skin was a vaguely yellow colour, though it was a sickly shade that seemed obscene in the half-light. It stood over seven feet tall and stared at the two women, its yellow eyes full of hate and rage. Two extremely large phalluses stood out from its thighs, one on top of the other, each erect and glistening with precum.
“Free, at last, free to indulge my needs.” The voice was like claws being drawn down a blackboard, it grated on the nerves and sent chills down the spine. Then it fixed its gaze on the two women.
“I think, ‘Oh shit’ is fitting here,” Gawaine said.
“Sounds good to me,” Victory agreed, staring at the monster and wondering just how to stop it.
“Any ideas?” Gawaine asked and Victory glanced at her companion.
“You mean we don’t fight each other any more?” The question was mildly sarcastic, but both women realised they were in real trouble if they couldn’t think of someway to stop this thing.
“Maybe later,” Gawaine said, a grin on her face, “but not here. Right now I just want to make sure that thing goes down, and hard.”
“I’ll go high, you go low,” Victory suggested and took to the air.
Gawaine re-ignited her psychic blade as Victory moved in to attack position. They didn’t need to ask if this thing was evil, it stank of evil and corruption. Victory moved, diving in for a full momentum punch, as Gawaine attempted to dart in and hit it with her sword. Victory’s fist hit the creature between the eyes and it roared out in pain, two pairs of arms trying to grab the blonde heroine as she got close enough. Gawaine’s sword swept through the thing and it howled again, its body filled with psychic fire as its mind was attacked by Gawaine’s powers, but neither attack put it down.
“Well, we managed to annoy it,” Victory said as she dropped beside her friend, “any idea what it is?”
“Morgana mentioned that there was a legend that Merlin trapped a demon in a block of amber, but that was over twelve centuries ago.”
“Well, if this is the same demon,” Victory said, “I don’t think he appreciated the rest.”
“I’m not sure now is the time for humour,” Gawaine said, watching as the demon threw off the last effects of her attack. “It’s not immune to our powers, but it is resistant which means we have to hit it harder and often.”
“Which means we’ll have to get in close and stay close,” Victory said, looking at the six arms. “Okay, let me go in first, stagger it, then you follow up.”
Victory flew up and dove towards the thing once again, this time aiming for its stomach. Her blow connected and the thing fell back, crushing another display case. Victory continued hitting it with all her strength, though it felt like she was hitting a brick wall. Part of her was aware of Gawaine moving in to attack whilst it was down, so she kept up her assault as the thing howled in pain. Just as Gawaine was poised to strike, the thing grabbed Victory, its strength a match for her own, and thrust the blonde heroine onto Gawaine’s glowing blade.
Fire shot through Victory, every nerve in her body filled with pain and her scream echoed through the museum. Victory was aware of Gawaine screaming as well, a denial or perhaps disbelief as her lover was impaled on her psychic sword. Victory knew that Gawaine sensed something through the sword, though their emotional closeness obviously made whatever it was she felt even more powerful.
“Now, I will have my fun,” the demon said, grabbing the helpless women with four of its arms, the others stripping off their clothing and exploring their helpless bodies.
Victory was very aware of massive hands on her body, mauling her breasts and crudely exploring her sex. Gawaine was twisting, trying to prevent the same violation of her own body and Victory realised that, for her, this was the first time any male had touched her. Victory steeled herself for what was coming, her limp body unable to protect itself as she was impaled on one of the massive cocks. Gawaine was below her, held in place by the massive arms of their captor. Victory found herself captivated by the sight of the second massive cock penetrating her lover’s pussy, even though she knew her lover must be going through hell. She tried to reach out to her, touched her skin and somehow she managed to entwine her fingers with Gawaine’s, instantly drawn into a psychic rapport with her lover, and their rapist!
Images shot through both women, images of maidens despoiled, of followers offering wives, lovers and daughters to their twisted God. It had a name. It was called Apollo by its followers, using its powers to appear as a fantastically handsome male. The only reason it didn’t look like that now was because its powers required receptive people, people who wanted to believe in what it appeared to be. Gawaine and Victory were lesbians, finding the idea of sex with a man repulsive and sickening, which meant they weren’t receptive to the Glamour the demon projected.
Both women gasped at the sensations flooding their bodies through the enforced link from the demon, sensations of pleasure, release and desire. It found both women attractive, more than that, incredibly desirable and perfect for the first of its new followers. As it thrust deeply into them, it revelled in the silky feel of their skin, the tightness of their pussies, and the erotic sensation of sharing its thoughts with its new lovers. It didn’t understand how it happened, it simply had and the terror in the brown haired one excited it more, just as the power of the blonde one made her desirable. As it moved rapidly to its climax, it felt the women exchanging thoughts too. Victory was utilising her own experiences to calm Gawaine, to ease her terror as she felt a male organ inside her for the very first time. The knowledge she was, to all intents, a virgin to this kind of sex only heightened the demon’s pleasure.
Victory felt hands on her breasts, demonic hands and the sensitive flesh began arousing her, making her body tingle pleasurably, sensations that she inadvertently communicated to Gawaine. As Victory began moving towards an orgasm, Gawaine followed, gasping out hoarse breaths, her body pouring with sweat. The demon caressed the breast of both women, exploring their minds at will, sensing their love for each other, their memories and ransacking their knowledge. All the time it was building to its first climax in several centuries, the power and sexuality of the two women adding to its own raw desire.
“Yes,” the demon said, its seed jetting into two wombs, both women screamed in horror and ecstatic release. All three felt the wash of pleasure, wave after wave of it, rippling through them, enhancing their own pleasure and magnifying the moment. For what seemed an age all three seemed locked in a rapturous moment, then Victory and Gawaine collapsed to the ground, spent and exhausted as the demon grinned at them, sated, yet eager for more of these incredible females.
The women hung limply in its grasp, the power of its seed slowly working on their bodies, filling them with a strong desire for more, to serve and be served by their master. The power of the demonic sperm filled them both, working on their linked minds and sending erotic desires through their bodies. Yet part of them knew this was wrong, that they were being controlled, but the power of the demon was too strong.
The demon dropped the women on the floor, looking around itself and exploring the images in its mind. These two would be its high priestesses, it decided, symbols of its erotic power and soon others would come, if only to taste the delights the women could offer. But first, it needed to find out more about this new time, this new place that would soon be its new domain.
“Victoria, Gawaine, stand and face your master.” The women stumbled to their feet, aware of what was happening, yet unable to disobey. “Dress yourselves, we will depart and you will instruct me in this world’s customs.”
Raging against their powerlessness, the women pulled on their costumes and followed the monster that had enslaved their minds and desires. Outside the night was dark, in the distance sirens could be heard getting closer, no doubt responding to alarms from the museum. The demon, Apollo, looked around, then turned to Victory.
“Fly us away from here, Victoria, take us somewhere high up where I can view my new realm.”
Victory put her arms around Gawaine and Apollo, leaping into the air. She headed for Kensington and the Shays Complex, wanting to fight the power that held her body in thrall, yet powerless to do anything but her master’s bidding. Gawaine’s cheek touched hers, and their minds linked.
<Victoria, what now? How do we fight this?> Gawaine was scared, this was worse than when she was helpless in the hospital bed, far worse. Victoria could sense her shame, guilt and the feeling of disgust from the rape, but this was not the time to deal with that. They were in serious trouble.
<Damned if I know,> Victoria thought to her friend, <Demonology wasn’t on my curriculum at Oxford. I think we’ll have to play it out and act if we get the chance. How are you doing?>
<I feel like I want to take a bath for the rest of my life,> Gawaine said, the horror of the rape almost overwhelming her mind. <How do you live with this feeling of … of being used, defiled and abused?>
<One day at a time,> Victoria said, filling her friend with the images she relied on to keep her sane. <I also have a lover who helps me stay sane, keeps me from brooding too much and excites me like no man, or demon, ever could, or will.>
Gawaine’s mental tone altered as Victoria’s outpouring of unreserved love filled her, the woman’s feelings of helplessness fading as Victoria mentally caressed her lover and eased her pain.
<You realise he’s going to do it again, and again, until we’re his body and soul?> Gawaine’s thoughts confirmed what Victoria had sensed. She allowed herself a brief instant of despair, before she began wracking her brain for a way out of this.
<So we fight, somehow, get free of this and then we kick his ass back to whatever hell he came from.> Victoria’s mind held onto Gawaine’s and she tried to think of some way to make good on her thought. <In the meantime, we get through this, put up with whatever it has in mind and try to find a way to free ourselves. Then we get our revenge.>
The flight didn’t take long an soon ‘Apollo’ was lost in the view of Megapolis from its tallest building. The women stood nearby, waiting for their master to decide what to do next.
“This city is incredible,” Apollo said, totally amazed at the view. “You humans have done well, far better than I expected you to do. You are full of surprises, some more pleasurable than others.”
It turned, its face full of desire and motioned Victory to come closer. “Take off your clothes, my little slave, then bend over. I need your body.”
Victory had no choice, held by the power of its will and its sperm in her body. She stripped off her bodice and did as the creature said, feeling its hands moving over body, caressing her sensitive breasts, toying with her pink nipples. Finally, it pushed its members into her, one in her pussy, the other into her anus, growling as it felt the tightness enfolding it. Victory screamed, pain tearing through her, along with pleasure that rippled through her in waves. The demon thrust deeply into her, its desire for power over the city exciting it, yet it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t right.
“Gawaine, attend me,” it said.
Apollo lifted her into the air, stripping off her shiny black costume and exposing Gawaine’s magnificent body to the night air. Her breasts with the cherry-red nipples hardened as the coldness of the air raised goose bumps on her skin. Apollo set her down on Victory’s back, holding Victory in place with one pair of hands, ravishing Victory’s breasts with another and the last pair began to explore Gawaine’s body, slowly.
Gawaine wanted to cringe, but the power of Apollo’s sperm held her still as the gnarled skin caressed her flesh, toyed with her nipples, then spread her legs. Three massive fingers slowly stroked her slit, her juices starting to flow as her breathing began to grow more ragged. One after the other they disappeared inside her, manipulating and exciting her the same way Victory did, when they weren’t experimenting or using some of the toys they’d bought together.
Gawaine couldn’t help responding to the manipulation of her sex, or the caresses of the monster, just as victory couldn’t stop her hips thrusting back onto the massive poles impaling her. They were captives of Apollo’s lust, there was nothing they could do, except survive and hope for a means of escape.
All three came together, orgasms sweeping through them like a tidal wave. Apollo howled, the two women simply fought the pleasure, knowing each time it happened they would become increasingly enslaved by the demon’s desires. Its control over them depended on its ability to bring out and satisfy their lusts, yet that was also their only real hope to defeat him. Their lusts were for each other and this terrifying male demon couldn’t touch that, it wasn’t equipped to handle of understand that kind of love.
The two women clung to what they felt for each other, the love that tied them together as the demon paused in its rape to switch them around. Those monstrous cocks soon filled Gawaine’s cute bum and pussy, the thing’s hips thrusting forward, driving in and out of her urgently in the heat of its desire. Victory it lifted slightly and lowered its tusked head to her sex, a long tongue emerging to lick slowly at her slit. Easing between her vaginal lips and teasing her clitoris.
“No … no … no…” Gawaine chanted as the demon eagerly ravaged her body, hands exploring her breasts as the twin cocks battered her tender parts.
Apollo came quickly, violently, his breath coming in short bursts. He was totally amazed by the pleasure that these two women aroused in him, never had he felt such incredible arousal or such capacity for love in two beings. He knew that he had to have them forever. These women had to be his acolytes and followers. Yet, part of their love was held apart from him, reserved only for each other and he couldn’t intrude on it, just as his ability to hide his true form wouldn’t work on them.
Victory and Gawaine lay on the ground, panting from their exertions, hand in hand, keeping the other from despair.
<Do you trust me?> Victory thought to her lover.
<A little late for that question, isn’t it?> Gawaine replied, her mind rebelling against the shivers of sick pleasure still shaking her body. <What do you have in mind?>
<This bastard likes getting laid,> Victory said,
Gawaine rebelled against the idea for an instant, them saw what Victory had in mind and smiled. It was devious, rather amoral and showed her lover was learning, even if it also meant she was no longer wholly the woman she originally fell for.
Victory rose to her knees and to the demon’s surprise, took one of the still erect cocks into her mouth, Gawaine did the same with the second, hesitating momentarily. Apollo couldn’t believe the pleasure that flooded him as both women began moving their heads and teasing the member in their mouths with their tongues. It was totally mind blowing. He ran his hands through brown and blonde hair, caressed exquisite breasts and fingered hot, juicy pussies, all the time those mouths were taking him closer and closer to a monster orgasm. The link her had with their minds made every sensation stronger, more intense and incredibly sharp. He threw back his head and howled out loud as he exploded, both women pulling back at the last moment. His sperm covered them, squirting over their faces, breasts and bodies as Apollo came, and came and came.
“Now!” Victory said and grabbed the demon. Gawaine moved to the other side and both women heaved, throwing Apollo into the air and out over open space.
“No,” Apollo screamed, helpless as gravity caught hold of him and he began to fall.
Victory and Gawaine watched as the demon fell, it was a long way down and it screamed all the way. Strangely Apollo never thought to order Victory to catch him, it obviously never occurred to him. It was too far down for them to see the landing, though the outcome was obvious, the Shay’s Complex was the tallest building in the world…
Victory pulled on her costume, watching Gawaine as she dressed. Her lover worried her, how she was handling what had happened. When Victory had been raped, she’d had Gawaine’s love and strength to hold onto, to draw her back, but Gawaine seemed to be holding back.
Victory flew both of them down to the street, to view the body, they both needed to see it. Unfortunately there was no body, just a depression in the ground where something heavy had landed.
“Damn it!” Victory said, wondering what it took to kill a demon.
“I guess we should have known better than to hope it was over that easily,” Gawaine said, her voice cold and emotionless. “What’s the axiom, ‘If you don’t find the body, the bad guy’s probably half-way to Acapulco’?”
“Are you okay?” Victory asked reaching out to Gawaine.
“No, I’m not okay,” Gawaine said, flinching away. “That bastard raped me and made me like it! I’m not some goody fucking two shoes heroine who can forgive and forget. I want to kill something!”
Gawaine turned away from Victory, looking down the street at the traffic, then looked back at Victory.
“I need some time to myself, to think it through,” she said at last, her brown hair looked greasy and matted, which it was.
“Come home?” Victory said, “Please?”
Gawaine shook her head sharply. “I can’t, not yet. I’ll call you.”
Victory watched her friend, her lover walk away and knew that it would be helpless to go after her, even though she wanted to, badly. Gawaine needed to work her way through this on her own, then decide if she could live with it. Victory cursed herself, cursed the fates that had put them on opposite sides of this conflict. She wondered if this could have been prevented if she’d not tried to stop Gawaine from stealing the obelisk, yet in her heart she knew that was never an option. It had happened and somehow they’d find a way through it, they had to…