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The Return (Halloween Havoc no. 29)

by Sigma

I

Centuries ago

“You whores are going to regret this. Mark my words…”

The woman conveying the three was a tall, athletically built, curvy woman, bound in chains that glowed with imbued magic as they hugged her curves tightly. Her body was covered head to toe in various tattoos, and she flashed razor sharp fangs at her captors.

The warrior women surrounding her wore simple white outfits that covered their bodies, and heads, showing only their faces, but they wore swords and knives on their hips and some carried bows. The leader, an older woman called the Mother Superior, held open a book and pressed a thumb to the captive’s head, drawing a symbol of a triangle in a circle.

“Noor-Sattra, for your crimes against the Order of the Guiding Light and humanity at large, you are to be sealed away for eternity. You, who holds congress with demons, and seeks to subjugate humanity. Your earthly vessel will be annihilated and your corrupted soul banished. May your evil never taint this world again.”

“My followers will continue to plague you all!” Sattra promised. “You haven’t seen the last of me!” She then froze as the symbol on her head flared when the leader of the Sisters read from the book in her hands. Soon, light from the sky shot down and engulfed a screaming Sattra, and when it vanished, she was gone, leaving behind only a smoking circle.

The Mother Superior closed the book and took a deep breath. “It’s over...for now…” She then looked at the others. “Come, my children. We still have work to do. As you heard her say, her followers still lurk in the shadows…”

Present Day

“Are you sure you don’t want any help, Angela?” Ms. Americana’s voice sounded in the communications stud in Lady Midnight’s ear. The busty, purple clad heroine crouched low on a rooftop and watched the alleys and passages below.

“I’m fine,” she answered. “We don’t know what these disappearances are yet, and I can move faster on my own.”

“Maybe I should send Yumi, just in case. She needs the experience and…”

“Hold on, I may have something…Abandoned hospital near 56^th and Lucas,” Lady Midnight said, ending the call and leaping off the roof.

In an alley below, a young woman in her early 20s walked hurriedly down an alley, constantly looking over her shoulder. She caught sight of a shadowy figure standing there and turned and quickly picked up her pace. She made one turn, then another, and cursed when she came to a dead end. She turned back around and found not one, but three hooded figures blocking away. She stiffened up in tense anticipation, and then ran, having to take the only way out – past the figures. They grabbed her and held her back.

“Someone help!” she cried, her screams echoing off the walls.

“That’s enough!”

The hooded figured turned and saw Lady Midnight standing behind them. They let the girl go and she ran past them, and Lady Midnight strode toward them. “Looks like I found my kidnappers. Where are the other missing people?” she demanded. The hooded figures stood silently and Lady Midnight cracked her knuckles, a smirk crossing her full, luscious lips. “Okay, we do this the hard way then.”

She prepared to attack only to scream when something jammed into the back of her neck and sent several thousand volts through her body. She fell to the ground, her healthy brown tits rising and falling gently with her breathing. The hooded figures stood over her and the kidnapping victim joined them, holding a taser. She looked at the others.

“Quickly, we must begin the ritual.”

As they grabbed the heroine by her arms and legs, the girl then strode forward and clasped her hands together. She chanted a spell and a portal opened before them.

***

The Order of the Guiding Light was a secret society that had bases on six continents. Often spoken of only as a rumor, they had battled the forces of evil in secret for centuries. Despite what their name suggested, they belonged to no religion and answered to no higher human authority. How the order began had always been a subject of rumor and speculation, and their numbers and true strength a closely guarded secret. The organizations that were aware them, Sentinel, the Cosmic Response Team, and various government offices that dealt in the supernatural, all noted that the order of women were tireless defenders against the shadow.

In one of the Order’s isolated mountain strongholds, Sister Gwyna sat cross legged in meditation on the balcony outside her solitary dorm room, wearing only her tank top and panties, in the cool night air on. Her mind was empty of all thought and feeling, and the she basked in the feel of the night air on her pale skin.

Then, like a dagger, an invasive thought plunged into her mind. She saw Delta City in ruins. She saw its defenders in chains, on leashes, lashed upon crosses, their naked bodies scarred and at the mercy of infernal horrors as buildings burned and bones lined the broken streets. She saw a figure on a throne. A dark-skinned woman bearing tattoos on her entire body. He eyes shot open and a nervous bead of sweat ran down her forehead. She quickly got up, grabbed the mat she was sitting on, and ran inside.

*

“You’re sure of this vision, Sister Gwyna?” Mother Superia Lucia questioned. She was the senior operative at that stronghold, a stern, tall, thin woman of about 50, her body fit and toned from decades of training and combat experience. They were in Lucia’s study, a windowless room lined with ancient tomes, and Lucia stood with her back to Gwyna while she considered the books on the shelf in front of her.

“I’ve no doubt,” Gwyna said. “This woman was not Sattra, but she bore the Enemy’s tattoos. It was in Delta City.”

“That den of sin and corruption…” Lucia growled. “Your visions have never failed us before, child.” She turned and approached the young warrior. Gwyna herself sported a toned and athletic body, lean, rippling muscles under her pale skin. Her sandy blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her emerald eyes burned with conviction. Lucia put her hand on Gwyna’s shoulder. “Go, investigate and tell us what you learned. If the Great Enemy has returned, we must act swiftly.”

Gwyna nodded and turned to leave.

“Light be with you, my child.”

A short while later, Gwyna was in the armory. She stood in the center of the room in her pristine white robes, with tall slits that exposed her muscular thighs, as Order serfs outfitted her with form-fitting body armor, meant to withstand small-caliber gunfire as well as blade strikes, and anointed with ancient magics to make the sister resistant to sinister magics. The serfs, silent men and women in simple robes with shaved heads, finished outfitting the sister with her clothes and began supplying Gwyna with her weapons. A long sword, a pair of identical 9mm handguns with extra magazines filled with silver bullets, and various small knives that fit in holsters attached to Gwyna’s thighs. Once she was prepared, she strode through the halls of the outpost, other sisters clearing the way and bowing in respect as Gwyna approached the Room of Ways, a chamber lined with circular gateways. She paused and turned when one surged with energy, its cavity erupting into a swirling with bright light. Gwyna nodded and walked through, hand on one her guns.

II

Gwyna soon found herself in an alley in Delta City, standing in the shadow of a hospital that looked as though it had been abandoned for decades. Cursed energies swirled all around her, pricking at her skin and forcing her to ignore the discomfort. All around her, people walked up and down the sidewalk, ignorant to what was in the air.

“Hey, Halloween’s not for another few weeks!” a random man shouted.

Gwyna narrowed her eyes at the fool but turned away and approached the hospital. The halls within were dark and silent, with only the rats and a pained groans of a settling building condemned to be torn down to serve as company. Gwyna moved carefully, the thick soles of her boots crunching broken glass as she kept a hand near one of her guns. She paused, and then spun. She let out a breath and, in the same span of time, her gun cleared its holster as she took aim at a figure darting across a distant doorway.

She heard another sound, faint, and spun to her right. She squeezed her trigger twice and two cracks of the gun broke the silence. Two robed figures, raising crude blades and charging toward her, fell and the others with them turned and ran back the way they came. Gwyna growled and immediately went after them. The robed figures moved swiftly, propelled by profane magic, but Gwyna was steadily closing the gap.

The chase rounded a corner and Gwyna found herself staring down a dark, empty hallway. She narrowed her eyes and kept her grip on her gun, sensing a presence. She then spun around and raised her weapon, only for an impossibly strong grip and clamp down on her wrist. A towering, misshapen monstrosity stared down at her with 7 black eyes and a mouth of rotted teeth opened to let out what sounded like a guttural chuckle. Gwyna winced at the pain shooting through her arm and squeezed the trigger. The bullet bit into the monster’s skin, making it back up, and Gwyna stumbled back. She put her gun away and drew her sword.

The creature bellowed and charged and Gwyna took a stance and timed her counterattack. With a flash of steel, the monster’s head came clean off and its body hit the ground. Gwyna found no respite, for two more of the monsters stood facing her. When she looked behind her, another two closed in from the other side. She readied herself and charged to meet her attackers. Another flash of consecrated steel and another of the monsters fell, but the remaining three quickly swarmed her.

Gwyna grunted as muscular, misformed arms wrapped around her in an iron grip from behind and lifted her off the ground, pinning her arms to her sides and rendering her sword useless. While she was held, another of the creatures charged and got her spiked heel to its hideous face. She grunted, flexing her muscles and trying to break the inhumanly strong grip holding her, but instead, another of the monsters wrapped its massive hand around her face. While that monster squeezed her face, the other tightened his grip around her body, and Gwyna let out muffled cries and desperate kicks trying to get free.

She then reached down to her thigh and drew her gun again, emptying the magazine into the thigh of the monster with its arms wrapped around her. The beast howled and let her go, but the other monster still had her by the face and slammed her into the wall. Gwyna slumped to the floor when the monster let her go and looked up at the three monsters as they loomed over her. A tense several seconds passed before Gwyna pulled her other gun in a show of lightning-fast reflexes, but the monster stomped down on her arm, pinning it to the floor and shoved Gwyna’s face down on the ground.

“Ugh! Unhand me, filth!” she demanded, only for her blood to run cold when she felt a clawed hand rip off her body armor and hike up the pristine white robe she had on underneath before pulling down the thong wedged between her butt cheeks. “NO!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare!”

The monsters chuckled and one of them climbed on top of her. She screamed in frustrated desperation, doubling her efforts to free her trapped arm, when she felt, a thick, leathery, nearly 10-inch member probing the soft, delicate flesh of her toned ass. The monster grunted and pulled her legs apart, pinning them under his own, and then squeezed and smacked her ass with his other, making the shapely warrior-nun gasp and squeal. She then groaned when she felt the monster slide himself home. The thick, bulbous head parted her and the rest of his shaft followed and Gwyna’s body bucked against the ground, under the monster’s weight as it pistoned in and out of her. She gritted her teeth, her face red hot with mounting pleasure despite herself, and growing humiliation. She looked up and saw the other two monsters stand over her, cocks in hand as they stroked themselves while watching her and drooling.

Only grunting and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the drafty hall. As the monster sullied the sister, she uselessly kicked her legs and pushed back with her free hand, trying to get the monster off of her.

“Stop this right now!” she demanded. “I..I...Ugh…!” she collected herself, trying o fight down the mounting sensation as the monster stretched and prodded her. “I am a sister of the Guiding Light!” Her breathing was ragged and the fury in her tone was softening. Gwyna knew she had to get out of this before they monsters took her completely and she didn’t have the strength or willpower to get away. She yelped as the monster grabbed her by her hip and forced her to her knees while still keeping her face pressed against the ground. Her breasts hung freely in her robe without her armor holding the impressive double-D’s in place, and she felt the muscles of her body quivering and tightening. Gwyna pushed her free hand down against the floor as best she could and fumbled against the smooth, bare skin of her thigh until she felt the sharp cold metal of one of the daggers she kept strapped to her. She struggled for several seconds, with the monster burying its cock deep in her stretched asshole, before she found the weapons grip and was able to pull it free.

The monster fucking Gwyna then shrieked when she buried the blade in its hand, and she grunted and bit back the pain as the blade went through the monster’s hand and punctured hers as well. The sharp, hot spike of agony brought her back to reality, and as the monster retreated, she fought through the immense pain and gripped her gun. In the confusion and chaos that followed, she fired three more shots and all three monsters were dead.

Now the only sounds were her pained breathing and spent shell casings rolling across the cracked linoleum of the floor. Gwyna looked at the monster’s corpses and kicked the closest one before reloading her spent gun, holstering both firearms, and pulling her panties back up, doing her best to ignore the pained rawness in her ass. She groaned at the dirt caking her robe before putting her armor back on and retrieving her sword.

She took a deep breath and continued on, only making it a few feet before she felt a wild electricity in the air. Her gun was in hand by time the portal materialized in front of her and she leveled it as someone walked through.

It was a towering woman with brown skin and dark hair. Her womanly curves, from the healthy breasts, to shapely hips and powerful thighs, were contained by a barely-there costume of a bikini top and thong panties covered by a simply loincloth. The only weapon the woman carried was a staff on top of which sat a leering skull. She froze at the sight of the gun and then looked at Gwyna and the dead monsters.

“Oh...you Guiding Light zealots are here…” Hexanna said in her silky-rich Brazilian accent. “...This must be bad…”

“The witch of Delta City,” Gwyna said with a sigh, gutting her gun away. “You’re late, but yes, it’s bad.” She walked past Hexanna. “Come on. I’m Sister Gwyna, by the way.”

“Who are we dealing with?” Hexanna asked, falling in step with her.

“Do you know the name Noor-Sattra?”

“No.”

Gwyna glanced at her, as though she was annoyed by the answer. “She was a powerful occultist centuries ago. Her soul was sealed away by our order after she wiped out half of us in a single battle, but we think her followers have finally figured out how to bring her back.”

“...Shit…” Hexanna said. “...Her vessel was destroyed, wasn’t it?”

“Of course.”

“One of my friends, Lady Midnight, vanished hours ago and we haven’t been able to contact her.”

Gwyna paused. “An Aphrodite might be a suitable vessel…We have to assume Sattra’s cult has her.”

“Why didn’t you people destroy her soul if she was so bad?” Hexanna asked.

“It was too powerful,” Gwyna said. “Sattra’s magic wiped out half of our order, including two of our strongest senior exorcists. She knew exactly how to hurt us.”

A knowing smirk crossed Hexanna’s full lips. “So persecuting magi finally bit you cunts in the ass…”

Gwyna glared at her. “She used her power for her own selfish ends, like most of your kind. Besides, I doubt that bauble could contain her power,” she said, pointing to Hexanna’s staff.

Hexanna started to reply but stopped and looked at her staff as the eyes on the skull glowed. “The souls told me to tell you “come in here and say that to us”. I guess even they don’t like self righteous fanatics.”

Gwyna scoffed. “Look. I’ll be plain with you, witch. You and I do not have to like each other, but we need to set aside our differences and find out where Sattra’s cult intends to carry out its ritual. Sattra cannot be allowed to walk the Earth again.”

“I just want my friend back,” Hexanna said.

“Then our goals align,” Gwyna said, and the two of them walked on in silence. They moved through the silent halls of the abandoned hospital, the only sounds being the clicks of their heels and the subtle, cold wind. They eventually came to a four-way intersection and Hexanna held up her hand.

“Do you feel that?” the statuesque Brazilian asked.

Gwyna took a deep breath and focused. “The cursed energy in the air. It’s getting stronger.”

“Yes.” Hexanna closed her eyes and caressed the smooth skull on her staff. After a few minutes, she opened them again. “The cultists aren’t in the hospital.”

“What do you mean?”

“They use portals to get here, and the strong cursed energy is weakening the fabric between this world and theirs. This way.” Hexanna then went west and Gwyna followed, checking her ammo as she went. They went down an impossibly long hallway, the cursed energy pulsing and growing more tangible as they went. On the wind, both women could hear whispers, faint and at the edge of their hearing, and growing stronger as they drew close to a doorway in the distance. A subtle electricity permeated through the air and both women paused when they reached the door, knowing it was the source. Gwyna stepped forward, gun drawn, and kicked the door open, only to find an empty and abandoned doctor’s office. She swept the place and sighed when she saw nothing out of the ordinary. When she turned around, she saw Hexanna was in conversing in hushed tones with her staff, the eyes on the skull glowing red.

“...you better not be fucking with me!” Hexanna said quietly, as if not wanting Gwyna to hear. She glared at the sister when Gwyna face her and then shook her head. “Step back and close the door.”

Gwyna raised an eyebrow and did what she said.

“The spirits in the staff say the way is hidden, but they have the power to expose it. But…”

“What?” Gwyna asked.

“...I need to give something up if we’re to proceed.”

Gwyna smirked and folded her arms. “Always the devil’s bargain with you people.” She then stepped back and leaned against the wall, waiting.

Hexanna glared at her and uttered a curse in her native tongue before stepping forward. She tapped her staff against the ground one time, the echo sounding louder than it should have. Just then, a tall, lanky, spectral figure, faceless with only a mouth, materialized. It was rail thin, with elongated limbs and a crooked spine that pressed against the pale skin of its hunched back. Without a word, it ran the back of its fingers against the softness of Hexanna’s face and pulled its lips back into a rictus grin.

“Just be quick!” Hexanna said to the towering spirit. The spirit vanished from sight. Hexanna then gasped as she was pulled into the air and thrown into the nearest wall. Gwyna pulled her gun.

“No!” Hexanna said. “I’m fine…” Her breathing was heavy, her meaty tits heaved as she gritted her teeth. Her legs then lifted and spread. Their warm, brown flesh jiggled as they parted and the lower portions of her costume were removed by some unseen hand and cast aside. An invisible body pressed against Hexanna’s and that same unseen hand grabbed her bikini top and removed it, causing those beautiful brown globes to spill out. Goosebumps dotted the delicate flesh and her nipples stood tall as that invisible hand toyed with and molded the flesh. Hexanna let out a gasp, long and drawn out, and Gwyna watched, stunned as she saw the folds of Hexanna’s vulva part and expand as something slid into her womanhood. It went in and out at a slow and steady pace, and Hexanna’s buxom body bucked with the motion. The sorceress, pinned against the wall by the invisible specter, gasped and cried out before reaching out and wrapping her arms around a partner Gwyna couldn’t see.

She watched Hexanna, suspended in the air, continue getting fucked. She watched imprints of a hand with long, thin, fingers seize the sorceress by her neck, and she watched Hexanna’s breasts shape in mold under the manipulations of both a hand and a mouth. All the while, Hexanna’s cries grew louder as ecstasy took over. They were only muffled when a mouth clamped around hers and a tongue went down her throat, but she closed her eyes, her cries on the verge of becoming weeps of pleasure.

Gwyna watched the entire display with a mix of reactionary disgust and morbid, perverse, curiosity. Contrary to what outsiders may have thought, the women of the Guiding Light didn’t shun the pleasures of the flesh, but carnal pleasure with anything other than oneself, another human, or in some rare cases of the order’s history, a divine being, was anathema. Gwyna watched what was unfolding in front of her, knowing that if Mother Superior Lucia would ever learn that she watched and didn’t stop it, Gwyna’s bare rear end would be the victim of the Mother Superior’s switch. It was an unholy thing to witness, Gwyna thought. She could not look. And yet she could not look away.

Her own nipples were hard against the fabric of her robe. She felt her own womanhood growing damp as the moans and cries of pleasure hit her ears, and she approached, feeling herself grow increasingly warm. The invisible spirit continued fucking Hexanna, and the Brazilian’s cries grew louder, showing that she was on the verge of completely losing control. As that happened, Gwyna ran her own hand up the smooth skin of her exposed thigh, slipping it under the slit in the side of her robe. She used her fingers and began toying with the folds of her labia, every note of Hexanna’s cries of pleasure seeming to heighten the effect of what Gwyna was experiencing. She inserted two fingers into herself, up to the knuckle and began going in and out, gasping as she braced herself against the nearest wall.

She thumbed her clit, dragged her fingers along the sensitive walls of her insides, and felt her own knees buckle, her own body still not fully recovered from the assault at the gnarled hands of the monsters just before Hexanna arrived. The entire time, she kept her gaze on Hexanna’s curvy body, wondering just what the sultry sorceress felt like, tasted like. More thoughts that were anathema. Witches, conjurers, summoners, and occultists were the enemy, but Gwyna often harbored thoughts about what being with one was like. The chronicles were full of stories of past sisters who had fallen to magic, swayed by its dark influence and made the playthings of those who wielded it. The senior sisters harped that such stories were cautionary tales for why one must always maintain a fortified spirit, but Gwyna, and a few of her sisters, she knew for a fact, took such tales for other means on those lonely nights in their dorms. All of those thoughts came bubbling back up then and there, as Gwyna pleasured herself in the shadow of Hexanna’s predicament. At the back of her mind, she had hoped to be next, Mother Superior Lucia’s switch be damned.

Gwyna’s body stiffened. The muscles of her thighs trembled, and she felt herself orgasm, soaking her fingers and panties as she drew short, rapid breaths. Hexanna cried out at the same time, her whole body convulsing with orgasm as her arms fell uselessly to her sides.

The faceless spirit rematerialized, holding the busty sorceress up by her twitching thighs as her juices coated them and spilled to the ground. The rictus grin on his face was still wide and yellow. He unceremoniously dropped Hexanna to the ground.

“It...is done…” He said in a raspy, wheezy tone before vanishing with a throaty laugh. The skull on Hexanna’s staff let out a shrill cackle and the doors to the doctor’s office flew open of their own accord. Instead of a empty and cold office, they led to a blasted and hellish land, with a black temple in the distance, its spires pointing skyward like cruel knives.

Hexanna breathed deep, her tits rising and falling with the action. “Let’s...take a moment before we move on…”

Gwyna simply nodded.

III

Lady Bariss stood alone among Sattra’s devotees, a loyal fanatic who had been there when the master’s last vessel was destroyed and would be there on this great day when the master returned to the flesh. She stood upon the altar in the temple in the master’s old hellish domain, looking down in the sarcophagus where Lady Midnight lay still and silent, stripped naked of her costume. She held a small jar in her hand, filled with a red liquid. Bariss took the liquid, the corrupted blood of virgins her fellow cultists kidnapped and sacrificed upon this very altar, on her thumb and drew a symbol on the heroine’s head.

It was Bariss who, after a long campaign of scouting found the woman. It was Bariss who subdued the woman and brought her here. It would be Bariss who would be at Mistress Sattra’s side on her Return. A smirk cross Bariss’ face as she held her hands together and began to chant in a deep, rhythmic, throaty tone. As she did, robed acolytes silently pushed the lid in place, sealing it shut, and the high priestess continued the ritual.

So deep was her concentration, that she only looked up for a moment when she heard a commotion behind her. The cultists all gathered to bear witness to the Mistress’ return swarmed the two women who came to disrupt the ritual. Bariss made note of them, a witch with a skull stuff, and one of the Guiding Light whores who were responsible for the master’s first death, and continued. A smile crossed her face as she felt the Mistress’ life force swelling within the sarcophagus.

Gwyna and Hexanna carved through the maddened cultists determined to stop them like a scythe through wheat. Gwyna’s consecrated blade drink as she made her way toward the alter, and Hexanna used her magic to dispatch their attacks, calling on the imprisoned souls of the damned in her staff to aid them.

The two acolytes on the altar with Bariss ran to lend aid and Bariss scowled when she heard their death cries behind her, but then she smirked. The life force inside the sarcophagus flared like a beacon, and the high priestess licked her lips and smiled wickedly.

She then turned on a heel and began down the steps of the altar. “You fools are too late. Her malevolence returns and-”

There was a loud crack, Bariss’ head snapped back, and she collapsed onto the steps and rolled down. Gwyna stepped over her body while putting her smoking gun away. She and Hexanna grabbed the lid of the sarcophagus and pushed. The massive stone slab groaned and hit the ground with a massive, earth-shaking thud, and both women looked inside at Lady Midnight where she lay.

“Angela…?” Hexanna said softly.

Lady Midnight’s eyes fluttered open and she looked at the two women before groaning and sitting up.

“Angela, are you okay?” Hexanna asked.

With a lightning-fast move, hands lashed out an grabbed each woman by the throat. Lady Midnight grinned as tattoos formed all over body in the instance, and she grinned widened as, with a powerful thrust, she threw both women down the stairs.

“Good morning, ladies.” The voice that spoke wasn’t that of Angela Greer. It was gravelly and hoarse, like it hadn’t been used in years. “I’m afraid Angela’s not here.”

“...No…” Gwyna said. “Sattra’s returned…”

“Right you are, sister,” Sattra said, climbing out of the Sarcophagus.

Hexanna watched her closely. She had Angela’s bountiful brown curves, her wide, shapely hips and powerful thighs. Her hair was the same pitch black, and she had the same strong African facial features, but the way she moved was all wrong. Her walk, her body language, the air around her.

Sattra, in Angela’s body, paused on the steps of the altar and looked at her hands. “Huh...this is the body my followers chose?” She cupped the soft, healthy 38Ds. “Is this an Aphrodite?” Sattra smiled at the realizing.

“What did you do with Angela, monster?!” Hexanna screamed.

“Why do you keep calling me that? Is that this vessel’s name?” Sattra paused. “Ah...wait..yes...there it is. Another soul, raging, screaming to be freed and restored to this body.” Sattra’s eyes rolled back in Angela’s head for several seconds before the body shuddered. “There we are. Snuffed out. Like a candle in a hurricane.”

Gwyna gasped, covering her mouth.

“NOOO!” Hexanna screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

Sattra seemed to examine every curve, every lean muscle. “You know, this vessel isn’t so bad. Where is my high priestess?” She turned and saw Bariss’ body laying on the steps with a hole on her head. Sattra’s tattoos flared and she waved her hand. “Get up, Bariss.”

Hexanna and Gwyna watched in amazement as Bariss’ body twitched before she woke with a start.

Bariss looked around in a panic and then touched the still fresh bullet hole in the dead center of her forehead. “I...I…” she looked at Sattra. “Mistress?!” A smile crossed her face and tears of joy fell from her eyes before there was another crack of the gun. Red mist burst from the other side of her head and she fell back onto the steps.

Gwyna stood at the bottom, holding her smoking gun.

“Hey!” Sattra glared at her. “What’s your problem?!”

Gwyna aimed at Sattra. “You’ll be sent back to the void, monster!” She fired three shots, only to hit air.

“What is this weapon?” Sattra asked.

Gwyna and Hexanna froze in sheer, naked terror when they realized Sattra was standing right next to Gwyna, with the warrior nun’s outstretched arm in her grip. Neither of them had even seen her dodge, never mind being able to comprehend how she had moved so fast.

Sattra looked at the gun. “Interesting...it looks like I missed quite a bit.” She then looked at Gwyna. “But it looks like you Guiding Light fools still live.”

Gwyna felt her arm go numb in Sattra’s grip, and she drew her other gun. Sattra grinned and grabbed her other wrist and Gwyna suddenly felt a heavy weight. She blinked and her guns were gone. Instead, chains connected to the ground held her arms in place and they were impossibly strong, even as she pulled at them. Sattra grabbed Gwyna’s hair and pulled.

“I’ll play with you later,” she laughed, licking the captive sister’s face.

“Ugh!” Gwyna groaned in protest while trying to free herself.

Sattra turned and looked at Hexanna, who glared at her and readied her staff. As she did, Sattra held out her lean arms, leaving her curvy body open for whatever attack the sorceress had prepared. She walked toward Hexanna. “I can hear those spirits inside that thing, you know. Wanna know what they’re saying?”

Hexanna gripped the staff. The eyes on the skull lit up and a blinding aura flared around Hexanna. Energy swirled around her, shifting and reshaping until it took the form on an army of spirits of all shapes and sizes. Hexanna had a small army behind her, all facing down Sattra. “That there’s no way you can win, demon,” Hexanna answered her question.

The smile on Sattra’s face widened. “Wrong.”

Hexanna pointed her staff and the ghosts hesitated, but surged toward Sattra in a spectral tide. Sattra clasped her hands together, pressing her middle and ring fingers together with her other fingers folded. Her own tattoos glowed brightly and energy swelled around her before the temperature in the room dropped. A towering specter appeared behind her, a ghastly image of death in ragged gray robes, its mouth a black void that took up much of its menacing visage.

The ghostly army stopped its charge and Hexanna and Gwyna’s blood both ran cold as they stared at the creature Sattra summoned.

“W...what is that?!” Gwyna asked, stopping pulling at her chains.

Hexanna’s eyes were wide as she swallowed a lump in her throat. “T...that’s the Tyrant in Gray. One of the most powerful evil spirits among summoners.” She stepped back and looked at Sattra. “You tamed it?!”

Sattra continued smiling. “I had a lot of free time on the other side.” She then dropped her arms. “By the way...your spirits, they were saying “We don’t want to fight this bitch.” They knew what I had.”

Hexanna stepped back. “Gwyna...we need to withdraw.”

“Nah,” Sattra said. “It doesn’t work that way.” She then snapped her fingers. “Tyrant. Feed.”

The Tyrant let out a terrifying, ear-splitting shriek and its mouth turned into a powerful vacuum. The ghost army tried to flee, only for every last one of them to be pulled into the gaping void. As the Tyrant fed, Sattra charged at Hexanna with blinding speed. The sorceress barely had time to raise her staff and block before Sattra hit her. She felt immense force slam into her and heard a snap. Before she realized it, her staff, a relic handed down in her tribe over centuries, was in two pieces. Sattra held the top by the skull and tossed the other part aside. She then looked the skull over as Hexanna sat on her plump rear, looking up at Sattra in abject terror.

“I guess this is just a paper weight now, isn’t it?” Sattra looked at Hexanna and smiled before smashing the skull to dust.

Without a word, Hexanna scrambled to her feet and turned to flee for the exit.

“Hexanna!” Gwyna screamed. “No! Don’t leave me!!” She pulled at her chains desperately. “Hexanna! Please!!!”

Hexanna only got a few feet before a hand gripped her hair and threw her back to the ground. Sattra straddled her, standing tall and looked down at the sorceress.

“We’re just getting started,” Sattra said. She put a hand to her naked crotch and her tattoos flared. Suddenly, there was a growth as Sattra, the ancient demon possessing Lady Midnight’s body, grew a cock, easily 10 inches long flaccid, between her muscular legs. She began stroking it, never taking her eyes over the downed sorceress, and stepped on her chest when she tried to get up. The cock stiffened in Sattra’s slim hand, and the demoness began fondling her own swelled tits. She then stepped away, bent down and forced Hexanna to her knees by pulling her hair.

Hexanna tried to resist, putting her hands against Sattra’s thick, brown thighs, but Sattra grabbed her jaw and forced the cock down Hexanna’s throat. The sorceress gagged and choked as Sattra rammed her cock home, forcing it into the back of the beaten sorceress’ throat. She thrust her hips, showing no care or concern for Hexanna’s discomfort, and waves of sensation shot through Sattra’s curvy body as she grunted and laughed.

“Oh, fuck I miss having a body!” she said with a cackle. She then looked up. “Oh, that reminds me…” She looked around until she saw Bariss’ body where it still lay on the steps. “Bariss! Get back up. Get your reward.”

Sattra’s tattoos flared and Bariss suddenly woke with a start again. She checked her head for the two injuries and then looked around.

“Stop sitting there, Bariss, I’ll heal you later,” Sattra said as she fucked Hexanna’s face and throat. Her cock stretched the sorceress’ mouth, taking up every available inch of the warmth inside. Despite the pain in her jaw being enough to draw tears, Hexanna wrapped her tongue around the massive cock violating her throat, slurping up every stiff, brown inch. Her nipples were rock hard against the inside of her top, and she began toying with her own vulva, the inner lips growing damp. She gripped Sattra’s thighs as whispers clawed at the back of her mind, spirits that, somehow, she knew to be at Sattra’s command, promising torments to come.

Sattra pressed her cock down as far as it would go, and forced Hexanna’s face into her shaved pubic mound. “That’s a good kitten. Eat up,” she said as Hexanna gagged and choked while continuing to slurp and lick. “I am your god now…”

“No…” Gwyna whispered, falling to her knees. The chains around her wrists were impossible to break, and all she could do was watch as Sattra face-fucked the defeated Hexanna. Gwyna knew that she had failed, that the rest of her life would be spent in Sattra’s shadow. She knew that she was staring at her future. She gasped when two long, slim arms wrapped around her arms.

“When the mistress is done...you will divulge all of the secrets of your order…” Bariss said with a laugh as she slipped her hands down Gwyna’s body armor and began fondling the sister’s bare breasts.

***

An unknown amount of time passed before the massive gates of the black temple opened and Bariss walked out, standing tall as her robes flowed behind her. Her hair was done up in a bun and the bullet holes in her head healed with no scarring. She strode down the stone steps, her bare feet silent against the rocky surface, and approached a teeming and growing horde of demons that had gathered on the broken land directly outside the temple. There was guttural chatter among the damned masses, but they fell silent as the high priestess held up her hands.

“Brothers and sisters! Today is a glorious day!” She announced. “Today, light dies and shadow falls! The Mistress, She of the Black Sun, Daughter of the Endless Night, The Hated One, has returned to us!”

Bariss then stepped aside and the demons stared at the temple. Sattra appeared in the open doorway, the naked perfection of Lady Midnight’s stolen body rippling with lean muscle. The tattoos flared again, as did Sattra’s eyes. Her cock hung between her powerful legs, still dripping as Sattra walked. She dragged a naked and spent Hexanna by her hair in one hand, and Gwyna, in the same state, in the other. She and Bariss walked side by side down the steps and approached the demon horde. Sattra then took a few more steps forward and looked at the demons before holding up the beaten heroines.

Their naked, cum covered bodies bore the scars and bruises of hours of abuse at Sattra and Bariss’ hands and Sattra looked at them both. “I have here, an arrogant little witch who thought she could enslave our kind, and an annoying little twat from the Guiding Light who seeks to exterminate us all. Look at how far their foolish actions have gotten them!”

There was chatter among the demons.

“Bend the knee to me, and I will guide you to absolute victory against these oppressors. I have gotten in their heads. I know their secrets. I know the weaknesses of those who’d seek to stop us.”

The demons felt silent for several seconds, daring only to whisper to each other as Sattra stood before them with her trophies. Gwyna coughed and opened her eyes, glancing at Hexanna.

“H...Hexanna...wake up...please…”

The sorceress stirred and whimpered.

“Ge...get us out of here…We have to warn everyone…” Gwyna said.

Then, thunder rumbled across the ground. A massive demon, with a head of six horns and a body of solid muscle, walked forward and looked down at Sattra. Sattra looked the demon right back in the eyes. The demon snorted and fell to one knee, head bowed, and the others behind it soon did the same.

Bariss simply smiled. “When can we begin, master?”

Sattra smirked. “After my new followers enjoy their prize.” Then, with a burst of strength, Sattra threw the two busty, naked heroines on the ground, before the demons. “Enjoy. But they must live. I still have use for these two.”

The demons, their eyes full of hungry lust, looked down and closed in on the heroines, who couldn’t even muster the energy to scream, and Sattra and Bariss turned and walked back into the temple.

IV

It was an eerily quiet night over Delta City, and Flag Girl and Specter Girl sat on the roof of She Legion HQ.

“There’s still no word from Angela?” Flag Girl asked.

“No,” Specter Girl said, swinging her legs back and forth. “And my mom said Hexanna went dark too. She’s thinking we may need to ask Sentinel for help finding them.”

They both screamed and nearly jumped out of their skin when a lean, dark arm draped over each girl’s shoulder and someone sat down between them.

“Hey girls,” Sattra said, grinning ear to ear.

“A...Angela?!” They both said in unison.

***

Inside HQ, Ms. Americana, Green Specter, and Got Gal stood around the conference table in the war room.

“It’s been three days since we heard from Hexanna,” Americana said. “Whatever happened to Angela, we need to assume the same happened to her.”

“Right…” Green Specter said in resignation. “We need to get moving...I don’t want to think the worst , but…”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. All three heroines jumped at the sound and then got ready, staring as the sound died down. Just then, the door exploded inward and a massive cloud of smoke filled the room. The heroines yelled in shock and formed up, waiting for the fight to come.

Sattra strode in, dropping the unconscious bodies of the teens at her feet and reveling in the shocked look on the faces of the heroines. Her cock hung freely between her legs as she looked at the three and licked her lips while choosing who to go after first. She then held out her arms. “Hello, ladies. Mommy’s home.”

Epilogue

The stealth plane flew over the ruins, fires dotting the landscape of the once great city. With the blare of an alarm, the back hatch opened and a dozen figures clad in black, carrying guns and swords, jumped out and began their descent as the plane continued flying.

Parachutes deployed and they landed near the city center without incident. One by one, the sisters of the Guiding Light discarded their packs, drew their guns, and took up position among the ruins.

Destroyed cars and crumbling buildings surrounded them on all sides. Bones lined the streets. Winged shapes flew in the air, and low grumbles could be heard in the night. Mother Superior Lucia led the team, and signaled for them to move.

Through the unnerving silence of the dead city they moved, keeping their eyes on the shadows and their ears open. Soon, they arrived at their target site, the courtyard that stretched out before a former skyscraper. The sign of Wade Enterprises lay broken and shattered at the base of the building.

Lucia held up the sign for her sisters to pause, and they took position so no side was uncovered. The courtyard was a perverse garden of depravity. A tall, blue-skinned demoness with her nipple piercings connected by a silver chain sat at the edge of a crumbled fountain and waved at the sisters. On the end of a leash, she had two young women, a redhead in a tattered, skintight red costume, and a young Asian woman in a ruined dark blue costume.

Another demon, this one towering and hulking, had a busty blonde in a ruined red costumes strapped to his muscular chest via chains, his massive cock buried inside her, but she couldn’t make a sound because of the gag in her mouth. He looked at the sisters and growled.

A curvy Latina hung suspended via chains around her wrists, with a small horde of impish demons jumping up, trying to get at her naked, cum soaked body.

A soft whimper pulled the attention of the sisters to a ledge above them, where a winged, bat-like demon had a dazed and listless Americana pinned under it, and it let out a triumphant shriek as it thrust its hips, burying its cock inside the conquered heroine.

“By the light…” Lucia uttered, stunned at the scene in front of her.

“The Light has abandoned this place,” a voice spoke.

The sisters all turned to find Sattra seated upon a throne at the end of the courtyard, one muscular brown leg crossed over the other, wearing stained and torn robes that were once white. Lucia froze, knowing the robes belonged to Gwyna.

Lucia then looked at Sattra’s side and saw Hexanna, a defeated look in her eye, on her knees next to the throne like a dog. She cowered behind the throne under the sister’s gaze as Sattra stood up and approached Lucia.

“About time you cunts got here,” Sattra said. “Look upon my works,” she motioned.

“Sisters, on me,” Lucia said with angry steel in her voice.

The entire team’s guns were pointed at Sattra.

“Heh…” Sattra raised a hand and snapped, and the only sound to follow was the shuffling of feet chained by shackles. A pathetic figure, a young woman, moved toward Sattra with her head down. She was visibly pregnant, her breasts and stomach swollen, and her head hung low with her eyes on the ground, even as Sattra removed her robe and handed it to the girl.

Lucia watched the girl for several seconds. “Gwyna?!”

She looked up at hearing her name and then quickly averted her eyes, wincing when Sattra put a hand on her belly.

“I will do you a courtesy, Mother Superior,” Sattra said. “I’ll keep you alive long enough to witness the birth of my child. You will be in considerable agony and praying for the merciful end that I am going to grant your sisters over the next few minutes, but you will witness a miracle with your final breath.”

“You monster!” Lucia screamed.

Sattra grinned. “I told you idiots you were going to regret banishing me. Now...come on. Let me break my new toys already. My lieutenants haven’t had their dinner yet, and I promised them the bones of sanctimonious whores,” she said, motioning to the other demons.

Gwyna quickly fled the battlefield, Lucia’s shouts chasing her steps. She then ordered her sisters to fire on Sattra, who cackled and charged toward them to begin the bloodshed.

The End