BRITCHICK EPISODE III: Demonic Disaster.

NC-17

This story is intended as a pure work of erotic fiction. If you are under age or strong sexual content Offends you, then by gads, don’t read on.

Also I note the word FICTION. I in no way applaud these (impossible) acts in real life. They are intended as fantasy.

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Britchick was making her nightly sweeps of London. She loved this element of her job. As a figurehead of the IFS, she sometimes felt her ceremonial tasks were beneath her. Teach a room full of school children about being good, attend this conference, and judge that cake competition. It was incredibly dull work for the amazing BRITCHICK!

Right now, Britchick was sweeping the old city of London looking for good, old-fashioned criminals. Unfortunately, all she was getting right now was wolf whistles and leers. But who could blame the men (and some women)? For the union jack Bikini top with 36 DD boobs behind them would inspire patriotism from any hot-blooded male in the land. Sometimes Britchick got a big kick out of teasing the men. She was fond of flicking her long blonde hair around her blue mask, and curling her full pouting lips in a coy expression. However, now was not the time for games. Britchick needed a crime to solve, before the bearded women of the mainstream press started criticising her for objectifying her and her female sisters.

Suddenly, Britchick’s scooter mounted scanner began to blink at her – a robbery was detected! Someone was ripping off a jeweller's. She kicked her bike into turbo, and within minutes, she was facing three thugs throwing the last case of jewels into a getaway van.

“Excuse me gentleman, I think you’ll find this shop is closed.” She said as she struck a battle ready pose, almost thrusting her mighty breasts into the faces of the thieves.

“Muh… muh… muh…” muttered the youngest thug.

“Oh bloody hell.” Said a second thief. “The bint’s tits have distracted Little Reg. Quick lets get ‘er.”

The two remaining thieves rushed Britchick, but they were no match for her. The apparent leader was overcome with a judo chop to the throat. The second was introduced to a hard roundhouse kick that tasted of pure leather.

In the meantime, Little Reg stood, almost catatonic in the same place, lost in a fantasy of Flag Clad Boobs. Before he could come out of it, Britchick tied him to his unconscious accomplices.

“Just be glad I didn’t kick you in the family Jewels!” she quipped to no one in particular.

“Oh, such a resolute victory, marred by such a cheap pun.” Said a mysterious voice from behind her.

Britchick turned around and adopted a battle ready pose. It was an oriental woman, clad in a black rope. Only her pale face, with her exotic looking eyes was visible to Britchick.

“And who are you?” she asked.

“Someone who new they would find you if they followed enough street scum” Taunted the woman. A hand flew out of her robes, made a circular motion, and the car still containing the stolen jewels floated upwards.

“Wait now!” said Britchick sternly. “Not only is that evidence from a crime scene, it is also private property. I must insist on its immediate return!”

“Come and get it, O British Heroine.” With that, the mysterious stranger floated up to the car, and it silently glided in the night sky.

Now, it would be the way of most competent crime fighters to call for back up, either from the police or from the International Federation of Super Heroes and Heroines, but Britchick was not competent in many ways. For her Britbelt, although it gave her the power of 20 men, made reduced her intelligence by 20%, most of which controlled her good judgement.

So, instead of waiting, Britchick hopped onto her Britscooter and gave chase to the flying car.

Something fired in Britchick’s brain.

Maybe I should wait… a flying car should get the attention of the police, and they might be able to help. No! This is clearly a professional… I must continue to give chase myself; the villain will prove too dangerous to the police.

The chase lasted about an hour, and the car arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of London. By the time Britchick reached the car, it was in tact, save for the fact that its thief was nowhere to be seen.

But why steal the car, and the jewels only to leave it unguarded for me to take back? Of course, there must be a far more nefarious scheme for me to stop inside that warehouse!

So, Britchick kicked down the door and without looking, called in:

“Unknown assailant, as a duly recognised member of the International federation of Superheroes and heroines, it is my duty to inform you that you are under arrest for the crime of theft.”

She took another step into the warehouse. If truth be told, Britchick had been in plenty of abandoned warehouses. Some had contraband, were as some were just hiding places. This one just seemed plain spooky.

“I must ask you now to surrender immediately, or else I shall use my super talents to subdue you.”

Still no answer.

“I ask again-“

“Cease your witless prattle woman!” said the thief. An unearthly glow lit the room and Britchick could now see that the warehouse was decorated in the style of a temple. She was briefly tempted to turn off the Britbelt, and allow Donna Dudley to identify exactly what type. One look at the ‘altar’ stopped her, when she saw the mysterious figure looking at her with a sinister smile on her face.

“Welcome… I see the reports of your lack of intelligence are justified.”

“Now Madam, please, let us be reasonable and not bring insults and violence into this.”

The woman titled her head back and laughed coldly. Her hood fell down, and her black hair whipped around her face.

“You still don’t realise this is a trap, do you?”

“A trap? What do you… in who’s name is the temple built?”

“The temple is fashioned in the name of Hargleish.”

“I’m not familiar with that faith.” Said Britchick.

“Of course you aren’t. No one is. I wasn’t. I was searching some ancient ruins in Ireland, and I found the Glorious One. In return for service as both vessel and priestess, Hargleish gives me immortality… and one last act will separate us, and allow me to spend eternity at the side of the Glorious one, instead of bearing the Glorious one.”

“What on earth?” asked Britchick, not understanding.

“The Glorious One needs a mortal champion to bear its seed, and give birth to a new body that the Glorious one can then use.”

“And who is this champion to be?” asked Britchick.

“YOU!” said the Preistess. Her voice undertook a more sinister tone she raised her cloak, underneath, she was totally nude. Around her neck hung a green jewel that pressed into her throat and began to pump something into her body. Sickened at the sight, Britchick turned to run.

“DO NOT ATTEMPT TO FLEE CHAMPION, YOUR FATE IS SEALED.” A metal girder above the door collapsed, sealing Britchick into the room. She turned to face her foe… and almost screamed.

Where that had once been a woman that Britchick might have dwarfed by a foot or so now stood a creature nine feet tall. The jewel that hung at the priestess’ throat was now a part of the creature’s neck. Britchick only managed to sneak a quick look at the priestess’ naked form, but before her breasts were quite small, now they were positively massive. And between her legs, instead of an unshaven mound was a huge, yet limp cock. Like the rest of the creature’s body, it was covered with green veins.

“TREMBLE BEFORE THE SEX DEMON HARGLIESH.”

“Sex demons are no match for true superheorines.” Britchick said, with much less conviction than normal. She launched at the creature, intending to deliver a roundhouse kick to its head, but a flash of energy sent Britchick sprawling back across the room.

“YOU ARE OF GOOD PEDIGREE, THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO BE THE MOTHER OF MY NEW FORM, BUT I WAS GATHERING POWER UNTO ME MILLENIA BEFORE THIS CIVILISATION OF YOURS WAS BORN. ALL THE POWER IN THE WORLD CANNOT STOP ME.” The creature taunted as it inched closer to her.

The creature picked up Britchick by the throat lifted her to face it’s eyes. She struggled to get free, but even her enhanced strength couldn’t free her.

“YOUR FEAR IS INTOXICATING… I MAY JUST KEEP YOU ON… ASSUMING YOU SURVIVE THE BIRTH…”

Britchick continued to struggle as the creature lifted her down to its massive tits. It buried her head between them, moving its hand from her throat to the back of her head Britchick held her breath for a long as she could. It proved to be fruitless, and Britchick was barely conscious as her jaw slacked open, and her mouth was filled with warm flesh. The creature grabbed her by the arm, and snapped off her bikini top, Out of its mouth, a long slimy tongue buried itself between her ample bosom, leaving traces of rancid green drool.

“Nu-nuh-no, please.” Murmured Britchick, as she struggled to stay aware.

The creature then guided Britchick to its monster cock, which now stood at a good 2 feet long. It forced as much as the massive member as it could into Britchick’s mouth. She gagged as she tried to resist, but she realised that her only hope was to keep sucking. So, she moved her tongue around the hardened shaft in her mouth, teasing the massive cock.

“NOW WE ARE BEGINNING TO LEARN.” Said the demon. “CONTINUE.”

Now, instead of ramming her mouth, the creature was, relatively speaking, gently easing its erection in and out, while Britchick sucked for all she was worth. The cock tasted worse than the drool smelt, but it was better to suck on it than to be chocked with it. Eventually, the creature let out a triumphant roar as its semen shot down her throat, and after it moved its still pumping cock, filled her mouth, so much so that it spilt down onto her tits.”

“No more.” Pleaded Britchick.

“NO MORE? MY LITTLE WENCH, WE STILL HAVE TO IMPREGNATE YOU.”

The creature dragged the sobbing Britchick by the leg towards the altar. The creature sat on a giant throne, and picked its captive by the neck.

“NOW, WE GET RID OF THESE.” The creature pulled down her bikini bottoms, leaving her clad in only her mask, boots, gloves and belt, useless as it was against her captor.”

“Please.” Said Britchick as demon cum dribbled down her chin. “Don’t do this, I’ll give you my secret identity.”

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOUR SECRET IDENTITY IS, FOOLISH WOMAN… I ONLY CARE OF YOUR PEDIGREE!”

With that, the creature parted her dangling legs, and impaled her on its slick, massive member. It began to rock her up and down as she continued to sob.

I don’t believe this. She thought. I’ve been beaten, even with my Britbelt! I’m ruined!

As the massive cock continued to stretch her pussy, she buried her head in the massive tits, trying to use them as leverage to break free. Soon, the sensations began to appeal to her… she began to lick and suck at the massive tits, hungrily suckling on the nipples, even drops of blue milk began to flow into her mouth.

The fucking lasted several minutes. The grim fact was that the demon could have broken Britchick in half with its massive cock, but it needed to keep her child bearing organs in tact for its sinister plan.

With a roar, the creature came again, this time filling her womb with its vile cum, although there was nothing pleasurable about this experience for her mentally, she climaxed like she had never done before, coating the head of the cock in her own juices. Beaten, and her face now a mask of demonic cum and breast milk, Britchick slid off the massive member.

“Ow” she screamed as she felt a sharp jab in her stomach.

“What… what’s happening… to OWWWWW.”

“SIMPLE, MY LITTLE SEED RECEPTICLE, MY NEW FORM IS ALREADY BEGINGING TO TAKE SHAPE IN YOUR WOMB.”

Britchick looked down in horror as her stomach began to swell… 6-7-9 months and still growing. Her expanding belly even snapped her Britbelt, causing a rush of intelligence to hit her.

“YES.” Taunted the demon “SOON YOU WILL GIVE BIRTH TO A NEW PERMANENT VESSEL FOR ME TO INFLICT MISERY ON THIS WORLD.”

Britchick was now seeing through the eyes of Donna Dudley, which meant, she could think clearly. Despite her still growing stomach, her memories began to kick in. Demonology was a hobby of hers at university. She remembered reading that the object used to summon a demon can destroy or banish it if it is destroyed.

She watched as what appeared to be an arm moved in her belly. It was worth the risk. With one last gesture of strength, she shattered the jewel on the demons throat.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo.” Screamed the demon. It stumbled back, waves of green energy left its body and vanished. Soon, the 5”5 oriental priestess stood in her place. Also, the hideous spawn in Donna Dudley’s womb was gone too.

“No… you banished the master… no!” the woman reached down and snatched the wrecked Britbelt and ran for it, naked and beaten. Donna Dudley couldn’t give chase… the demon was banished, and the money was safe… that was the main thing.

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The following day, Britchick was trying to track the priestess – and failing. For, although no one new the secrets of the Britbelt, and although she had a spare, Britchick would hate to think that some wannabe would realise that the Britbelt is more than an item of apparel.

I don’t know why I’m worrying thought Britchick she’s probably thrown it away by now, or traded it for clothes…

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In actual fact, the priestess was in the secret headquarters of one of the most dangerous criminals in the world. The Cloner! Right now, the thin-faced man was studying a microscope very carefully.

“Well?” she asked impatiently.

“I am detecting no traces of what you claim is demon DNA… I only see a hint of your DNA and much more of Britchick’s DNA.”

“No… then, I must go back… and find the fragments of the Eye of the Glorious One, perhaps the jewel can be repaired and he can be brought forth.”

“This is interesting… this belt isn’t just a piece of garb… it appears to be some sort of strength amp-“

He stopped himself.

“Yes?” prodded the priestess.

“Tell me… who else knows you have this?”

“No one… I kept it hidden after I stole the clothes.” She explained.

“Good.” He pressed a button, and two guards appeared. “Take her processing. Tell the clone in charge there that I want her… 35 centimetres taller, and her breast size increased by 150%, then she can be frozen and duplicated as I need them.”

The petit woman was dragged off screaming while the Cloner extracted a sample of DNA from the Britbelt.

“Thinks are going to get a lot more interesting.” He said to himself.

THE END…?