The Dunridge Horror, The Last Chapter
By Madcat
It takes a woman to save the world.


David arrived at the Dunbridge Asylum just before sundown. It was an old
building and not well maintained. The place radiated an aura of foreboding as
if something evil dwelled by its blood red bricks. Big, busty Amber parked her
Honda out back. There were a couple dozen cars already there.

"Follow me." The brunette ordered as she exited her vehicle. She took no
special precautions with her male prisoner. They both knew that he could not
escape the well built female.

Naturally, the slender lad did as he was told. Wearing only one of Amber's
white, semi-transparent blouses, David contented himself with admiring his
nemesis's powerful ass and strong back as they entered the old building. For
some reason, he had never recognized this side of his brilliant female rival
before. The last couple of days had shown him many new things. His little
peter began to tingle despite the looming danger.

They entered thru a back door. David quickly realized that the outside might
have been poorly maintained, but the inside was a different matter. It was
clean and tidy. The air conditioning provided a refreshing blast of cool air,
which reminded him of his nearly nude state. Amber's large blouse fit his
slender body like a dress, but he was very much naked underneath.

The girl led him into the kitchen, where a couple of black robed cultists
where cooking. They looked at him with a combination of hate and envy. One was
Mr. Holmes, the banker. The other was Mrs. Trudeau, a teacher. David knew both
of them. Today, they looked more like total strangers.

He passed a few others on the way to a specially prepared room on the second
floor. All of the cultists viewed him with the same evil look. The room itself
had been gutted and formed out of many smaller ones. It extended up to the
fourth floor, giving the room a cavernous feeling. Twenty or so black robed
cultist milled about.

In the center David saw a raised dais on which lay the busty Jennifer. The
girl was nude except for a sheer white robe which lay very much open, exposing
her big breasts and luscious loins.

"Here he is." Amber said to the high priest, Sheriff Williams. There was a
hint of nervousness about the girl. She suddenly seemed on edge, like the rest
of these whacked out cultists.

When Williams turned to face the boy, David got an idea why that was. The
sheriff was never a nice man, but today he looked positively demonic. His
facial features seemed exaggerated, his eyes glowed almost red and his smile
conveyed corruption.

"I see. Welcome David. I think you know why you are here." It hissed.

The boy just nodded.

Williams turned to the girl. "Is that all you could find him to wear?"

Amber shifted nervously from side to side. "Ah, well, I thought you wanted him
here right ... "

The sheriff cut her off. "Please excuse Amber's failure. She has never lived
up to expectations. It was not our intent to embarrass you like this."

David didn't know what to say. "Err, thanks. I'm OK."

"We don't have a lot of time, David, so I'll get straight to the point."
Williams said, putting one arm around the boy in a paternal gesture. "I want
you to join us. You have potential. You've shown that."

"What does that mean? What do I have to do?"

"Basically swear a blood oath to our master."

"A demon?"

"An Ancient One. He doesn't like to be called that other word." Williams
corrected, his face tightening.

"Well, I don't know. I need ... "

The sheriff looked down at the lad and pulled out a knife with his free hand.
"You don't have much choice here, son. You know way too much about us to not
join. If you refuse then I'll be forced to kill you here and now."

David looked at the blade. It was made from some sort of dark metal and shaped
like a serpent. He got the impression that nobody would have to force the
sheriff to kill him. Williams wanted to do it. In fact, once he told them what
they wanted to know, all bets were off on whether they really wanted him in
the cult.

"OK - OK, I'll do it." The kid replied. What choice did he have?

The sheriff turned him back around so that they faced Amber in her white
shorts and busty halter top. "There's just one thing before we start." The
bigger male hissed.

"What?" David asked nervously. This was going to get ugly, he just knew it.

"We can only have 81 cult members and we currently have 81. That means no
openings. Do you have any ideas?" Williams replied. He was looking at Amber.

The kid figured it out right away. "No ... no, sir. I can't. I'm not a
murderer."

"You have to be. Shuggoth demands it. You must prove yourself to him by this
act."

By this time, Amber caught on. She tried to run but a couple cultists nearby
moved to stop her. Fortunately for the big chested gal, they were male. The
first got a swift kick to the nuts for his trouble and collapsed in a heap.
The second covered his boys only to get hit by a massive right cross. David
knew how the buxom Amber could punch. He went sprawling. Finally a big man
came in from the buxom brunette's left. She stiff armed him, crumpling his
body like an accordion. For a moment Amber had a clear shot at the door.

The commotion had taken but a few seconds. That was more than enough time for
Williams. His hand shot out and with it a wave of power. It hit the girl
square in the back, lifted her off her feet and sent the voluptuous vixen face
first into the hard floor. David and the Sheriff approached the fallen female
together.

"Stand up and be still." The high priest ordered in a strange and manipulative
voice. The girl did as he commanded, indicating to David that it had been no
mundane command.

Amber's bodacious and utterly feminine body looked no worse for the wear
despite the brutal impact she had just endured. She was breathing hard,
causing her mighty DD's to heave like a ship on a storm. David couldn't help
but admire them.

"You like her tits, don't you?" the sheriff asked. He brought the blade down
and severed Amber's halter top in the middle. The fabric, strained as it was
by her bountiful young bosom, parted like tissue paper. Her great bosom poured
out.

The boy nodded as he stared at Amber's rack.

"When you join us, your women troubles will be gone. You can have big titted
women any time you feel like it." Williams explained. Both men were admiring
Amber's mountainous breasts capped by big pink nipples.

"But not this one. You must do it now." Williams commanded in a normal voice.
David needed to do this on his own. He thrust the blade into the kid's hand.

"But I, but I ... " the kid stammer. The blade felt foreign in his hand.

"Think, boy, think. Think about all the pain she caused you over the years. Do
you think she managed all of that on her own? It was the master, he beat you.
Now you can have her power." Williams implored.

The older man made a good argument. David reached out tentatively, wary of
what the woman could do to him.

Again, the high priest seemed to be reading his mind. "Don't be afraid. She
can't hurt you. The little bitch can't even move."

David's hands continued on to her firm breasts. With the knife in one hand,
the boy massaged her super-hooters. His thumb tweaked her nipples. He had to
do it. They didn't leave him any other choice. His left hand tightened on the
knife. David was about to become a murderer.

He lashed out to his left with a back swing of the knife. The sudden attack
caught everyone flat footed. Only superhuman reflexes could save the sheriff
from a knife to the heart. Unfortunately, that was what he had.

His left hand came out of nowhere and blocked the attack. He hit the kid just
a fraction of a second later. This time David went sprawling. The knife
skittered off in another direction.

"Fool!" the older man hissed.

David looked up. He was no fool. "You would have killed me anyways, no matter
what I did to Amber. All you want is the spell I used."

Williams sneered as he realized that the boy had effectively out smarted him.
"Take them down to the holding rooms. They can be Shoggoth's first victims
when he awakes." Then the high priest turned to David. "I think you'll learn
there are worse fates than death."

At this point, the buxom brunette figured out she was no longer under the
man's spell. He was close too. Amber stepped close and threw her patented
right cross at Williams.

She had no better luck than David. The sheriff moved so fast that David
couldn't even follow it. Somehow Williams blocked her punch, hit the busty
lass in the stomach and then flipped her. The top heavy girl landed hard on
the floor.

Then the older man let out one of those evil, Count Dracula laughs. A henchmen
scurried over, his face worried. "Sir, sir, but what of the Beauchamp woman.
When she hears what we have done to her daughter, she'll go berserk."

"And it will be too late to do anything about it. I'll take care of the
Beauchamp woman personally. You four take these two downstairs. Now!"

The cultists hustled to obey. Three of them seized the girl, one of them took
David. They took the prisoners down to one of those padded rooms. It was big,
spotless and sterile. One cultists pushed them in and slammed the door.

It was dark by the time Liz arrived at the big, old building. It sent shivers
up her spine and hardened her nipples into little bullets. She was still
topless, clad only in her hip hugging panties. Time was short and she knew it.
Soon her sister would be beyond her help. Liz would have to save the world
wearing just her panties. The only consolation was that nobody looked better
doing it than the sultry Vegas showgirl.

She too drove around back only to find the old staff parking lot full. The
girl parked on the grass and wove her way to the back door. Two guards covered
the well lit entrance. One carried a pump action shotgun. The other had one
propped against the wall. Liz could see no way of approaching them without
being seen and she didn't want to waste valuable time stumbling around in the
dark looking for another way in. If the good lord wanted her to save the world
in her panties, then Liz decided to use them to her advantage. She walked
towards the men, swinging her hips seductively.

The guards took no defensive actions. At first they stopped their small talk,
looking at her unblinkingly.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?" Number 1 asked.

"Fuuuuckkkk!" Number 2 replied.

When the topless dancer got within 20 feet, the lads took action. Number 2
forgot his gun and approached the tall, elegant woman. "Hey, baby, wanna
party?" the man wondered out loud.

She disarmed him with a simple smile, that kind that said maybe, big fella,
maybe. Her eyes stayed on number 1. He had the shotgun and presented the only
real threat. The guy kept it trained on her, knowing that this was not a
normal situation. Both cultists were clad in their evil black robes.

Liz didn't say anything. She couldn't think of anything to say that made sense
for a bare breasted young lady wandering around a deserted insane asylum at
night. Instead, the girl stopped short of her foe, licked her red lips, and
ran a hand up her tanned torso to her full round breast.

It had the desired effect. The guard lowered his gun and stepped forward. His
lust over came any common sense. The girl looked so beautiful. How could she
be dangerous?

The Vegas vixen grabbed the gun from his hand and rammed it into his groin.
Number one sank to his knees and tried to scream. It just wouldn't come. Liz
didn't wait for him. She spun around almost acrobatically and hit number 2
with a baseball swing of the shotgun. He went down too. The buxom brawler
continued her pirouette of death and rammed the butt of the weapon into number
one's skull as she came around. By this time he was kneeling and defenseless,
his hands covering his broken manhood. Liz was rewarded with a dull crack.

Both males lay dead or dying at her feet. It had taken the supple young dancer
less than 5 seconds. Liz took a deep breathe and looked at them from over top
her proud bosom. She didn't like killing them but didn't really have a choice.
If one of them were to get up, grab a gun and catch her from the rear, she
wouldn't have a chance. Saving her sister was everything now. The cops could
sort all this out later, preferably when she was down on a beach in Mexico.

Liz checked her shotgun. It looked ready to go but she didn't know for sure.
Guns weren't her thing. Still, it felt reassuring in her hand. The plucky
heroine entered the building.

"I'm sorry." Amber said to David as she walked towards him.

"Huh?" the boy replied as he stared at her bare bosoms.

As if on queue, the busty brunette slid out of her ruined halter-top. "I'm
sorry, I really am, for everything I did to you."

"Ah, shucks, Amber. You don't have to apologize."

"Yes I do. I never thought you'd ... you'd spare my life. That was very
brave." She said, smiling. The girl took his hand.

"I don't know what to say." David replied, telling the absolute truth. He had
never seen this side of the big-breasted brunette either.

"Since we are both going to die, I thought I'd make things up to you." Amber
continued. Her right hand signaled her intentions by coming up under the boy's
blouse and fondling him.

The young, inexperienced male could only moan a reply. She cut him off with a
kiss, pulling his trembling body close to hers. It was cool and damp in the
basement. The boy was very, very hot.

Not in a physically sexual way. David was a wimp. His dick, though hard,
barely filled her hand. But he was a warm body, affectionate and surprisingly
heroic. Their fates had been irrevocably joined. Bare breasted Amber broke off
their lip-lock and laid the lad on the padded floor, being careful to keep his
small shaft exposed. Then she removed her shorts and string panties.

Yet, the horny teen vixen was not ready for the big show. She wanted some
foreplay first. For Amber, that meant one thing. The nude girl mounted his
shoulders and ordered the boy to eat her hot pussy. David knew no other way
and dived right in.

It didn't take the girl long to come all over his smooth face. David was
getting good at this. With a seductive grin Amber shimmied down his torso and
took his cock inside her. For the boy, it was his first time.

The busty lass pinned his arms to the ground and began fucking him. It wasn't
the best Amber ever had but it wasn't bad, either. One couldn't always be
choosy when it came to last night on the planet sex.

Then the door burst open and ruined everything. Three large men barged in. The
three that Amber had laid low during her abortive escape attempt. This wasn't
a social call, at least not the pleasant kind.

"Looky here, Butch. They're doin' it." Lonny, the shoe salesman, explained the
obvious.

"Yeah, look at dem tits." Butch, the auto mechanic, replied.

"Hey, baby, can I have some of that?" Jim squealed, his nuts still killing
him. He stepped up and backhanded Amber in the face. Had she not been
otherwise distracted, the girl could have easily defeated the blow. Instead,
the male scored a direct hit. The force of the blow stunned the top heavy
girl. It would have knocked her over save for her well developed body.

Lonny and Butch jumped in and grabbed the Amber's arms. She began to struggle
but it was too little too late. The burly boys lifted her to her feet.

"The sheriff says we can have some fun with you before you dies." Jim
explained. Unlike the rest of his lowlife buddies, Jim didn't even have a job.
That didn't stop him from reaching over and aggressively squeezing Amber's
left breast.

Something snapped in the young vixen. Her muscles bulged like a she-hulk as
the busty brunette tried to throw off the males holding her arms. For a moment
it looked like awesome Amber might succeed as she tossed Butch and Lonnie to
and from.

These were however big men. Not smart mind you, but the bully boys knew what
would happen if this fury was set loose upon the world. Their earlier injuries
would be nothing compared to what the girl would do to them if she escaped.
The boys held on for dearest life and their sheer bulk wore the buxom teen
out. Jim ended the female uprising with a punch to the nose. Amber went still,
her head lolling on her muscular shoulders.

Jim smiled with satisfaction at his accomplishment, before yanking his robe
over his head. He wore just a black thong underneath. From the neck down, his
muscular body looked like something out of an underwear commercial: tall, lean
and strong.

David finally found his voice and grabbed the would be rapist from behind.
"You're nothing but a coward! Three grown men against one teenage girl! Stay
away from her."

It was a courageous and very truthful sentiment. None of these young males
would have dared take on the well built teen by themselves. Indeed, it took
all three of them to subdue her. Jim, though, didn't want to hear the truth.
He swung about, hurling the unfortunate David against the wall. Luckily it was
padded or the little guy might have been severely injured.

"Shut up, twerp!" Jim ordered. The man in charge turned to his bully boys.
"Turn her around."

They did so by switching places. The boys didn't dare let the female go, even
for a fraction of a second. The third male dropped his thong and tweaked his
manly weapon. Amber had hurt him before but he was ready for revenge.

David looked at the man's potent cock and the girl's even more potent pussy.
He had to try something. Getting all physical didn't seem to be working. So he
shot his hand out and aped the power word that the sheriff had used earlier.

It worked. A wave of invisible energy shot out of his like a ripple thru
water. It lacked the focus of the sheriff's spell but it had all of the power.
The wave hit friend and foe a like, casting them into the padded wall.

Amber was the only one to stay on her feet. Butch and Lonnie were knocked on
their asses. Jim went for a nosedive into the girl's prodigious ass. It padded
the blow but made an ass kisser out of big Jim.

A race ensued after a brief moment as all four tried to figure out what had
happened. Amber spun around like greased lightning. The boys were all slower.
Big Jim barely got off his knees before a female fist slammed into his jaw
like a sledgehammer. It was an uppercut, though Jim never saw it coming. His
long, lean, naked body continued to rise up into the air as if by magic. Jim's
back arched like an Olympic diver. Then he crashed to the ground, unmoving.
One Amber Beauchamp punch, one broken male.

She whirled on Butch to her right. He was even larger than silent Jim, having
played linebacker back in the good old days. Now big Butch was 6-3, 250 lbs of
beer laden male. He lunged at luscious Amber with better speed than most would
have imagined. The topless girl kept turning with the grace she learned as
gymnast. Then she hip tossed the big Butch into poor Lonny. The men went down
in a heap.

Even David winced as he watched the busty teen wade into the adult men. The
guys struggled to stand but never made it. She kicked old Butch in the beer
gut. Lonny got to his knees only to receive a vicious right cross. His body
flopped lifelessly to the ground. Just to be sure, Amber crushed his windpipe
with her foot.

Butch leapt at the naked girl from behind. He was hurting with two broken ribs
but also desperate. The men's worst nightmare had come true. The female
tempest was on the loose. He would be lucky to survive. Butch clamped her in a
reverse bear hug, trapping her arms as he attempted to squeeze the stuffing
out of the young vixen.

The massive male was strong. But the super fit young woman was stronger,
meaner and more determined. Fueled by raw anger and adrenaline, she took a
deep breath and burst out of the hold, sending Butch back into the padded
wall. He tried to counter attack with a punch but it was poorly thrown. Amber
hit first, her big bosom flopping madly as she nailed the male with a hard
right jab.

For Butch, it was like running face first into the branch of an oak tree. It
threw the man back and disrupted his attack. A punch fest ensued as both
fighters tried to clobber the other. The results could not have been more
one-sided. Amber hit like a trained professional. She threw jabs, crosses and
uppercuts in rapid succession. Each punch packed one hell of a wallop.

The male fought like a schoolboy. His punches were wild and ponderous. Amber
didn't even bother with a defense since Butch's blows lacked the strength
really hurt her. That allowed the busty teen to land 5 hits for everyone he
landed. Her punches cracked ribs, broke a nose, and knockout teeth. Soon the
only thing holding Butch up were the rapid fire female blows.

"Amber!" David yelled.

She spun around, only to see Jim trying to escape. He had pulled himself
halfway up using the door. Letting Butch fall of his own dead weight, the
buxom brawler darted over and grabbed Jim by the hair. She dragged the nude
and still aroused man into the middle of the padded room.

Amber positioned the defenseless male so that he was facing her on his knees.
Her fingers closed on his throat. "Having fun now, Jimmy?" she said, looking
down at him from atop her twin peaks.

He started to reply but the girl cut it to a basic "ARRGGGH!" She began to
strangle him. the redneck rapist deserved as much. But David had seen enough
violence and killing for one day. He reached over and grabbed Amber's muscular
arm. It felt like steel: strong yet supple.

"Stop! You're killing him." the slender boy said.

Amber looked at him, a cold fury in her blue eyes. Slowly though, it began to
fade. She released Jim in the nick of time. His nearly lifeless body slumped
to the ground at her feet. Then the bare breasted teen began to cry. She
stepped over Jim, swept David into her arms and hugged him.

"Oh, David, what's wrong with me? With all of us?" the girl asked, tears
streaming down her cheeks.

"Its him. The demon." David replied as his feet dangled off the ground.

The moment lasted longer than David felt comfortable. He was surrounded by a
scene of incredible violence, threatened by supernatural forces, and his
throbbing little cock was pressed against the girl's hourglass stomach. Yet,
there was precious little he could do about it.

Slowly, the sobbing girl lifted her head back. "You summoned the demon once,
didn't you?"

David just nodded with his feet still hanging.

"Can you do it again?"

The boy nodded some more. His cock was really getting burning hot.

"Here? Now?"

"Yeah." The lad moaned. He did it here and now.

Liz was ready. She stood in the hallway leading to the main room. Two lifeless
cultists lay on the ground in her wake. Nothing could slow her down now. She
could see her sister in the middle of the great room. A mass of writhing
cultist surrounded the beautiful blonde. So this is what an orgy looks like,
Liz thought to herself. She took one deep breath, causing her perfect breasts
to rise up, and entered the room.

The sheriff was about the only member of the cult not otherwise engaged. He
was nude like the rest of the 30 or so people in the room, but the man
appeared to be praying. The topless Liz stopped some twenty feet behind him
and leveled the shotgun below her heavenly bosom.

"Give me my sister." The girl demanded.

"And why should I do that?" Williams replied as he stood up from his kneeling
position and faced the busty intruder. Liz really was quite a dish, in some
ways better looking than her even bigger chested sister.

The normally reserved and cool headed young dancer couldn't help be distracted
as the sheriff showed her his well hung cock. Only it wasn't hanging. The damn
thing stood straight up giant rocket. And giant it was. The Vegas vixen had
never seen anything like it.

Williams smiled as he noted the source of the girl's diversion. "Like what you
see, darlin'?"

"Screw you!" Liz retorted angrily. "Give me my sister or die. Your choice."

"Well, I guess you're gonna have ... "

BAM! The shot rang out like a thunder clap in the enclosed room. When the
smoke cleared, Williams and his huge rocket were still standing. The high
priest started laughing. Liz had somehow missed.

She raised the shotgun eyeballed down the barrel. Aiming at the center of his
rippling chest, the topless lady squeezed off another round. It passed thru
where Williams was standing and dinged of the dais near Jenny.

"Be careful. You don't want to hurt your precioussss little sister." The
sheriff hissed.

Bewildered, luscious Liz fired again and again. By this time she figured out
that her male foe was actually dodging the slugs, moving faster than the eye
could see. The orgiastic cultists worried her, but they seemed to be moving
back and unwilling to take a ricocheting slug for the cause.

Suddenly, the rocket man appeared right next to the hard bodied babe. His bold
cock poked her just above the panty line as he grabbed the shotgun. Liz
refused to let go and after the shock wore off, a tug of war ensued over the
weapon.

The girl quickly proved that she was much more than a pretty face. Despite
Williams' modest height and weight advantage, Liz brought the gun around and
threw her foe to the ground. He might have been faster but she was stronger.
The girl raised the shotgun to fire at the fallen enemy but he was already
gone.

He appeared behind her, his wickedly hard cock pressing into her buns of
steel. Williams clamped her into a full nelson and poured on the pressure.

"Drop the gun." He hissed into her ear.

Once the surprise wore off, Liz's sweet body went from supple to rock hard,
halting the male in his tracks. Another male/female strength test ensued. At
first, the naked man seemed to have an advantage, but that seemed to ebb away.

Williams was soon faced with a separate but more pressing problem. His cock
felt heavenly against the oh-so firm female flesh. A fire began to burn inside
of him. Premature ejaculation loomed. This was no ordinary sexual encounter.
They needed his seed to complete the ritual. He could not afford to spray it
all over Liz's back. He released the girl.

She spun around in what seemed like slow motion. This time the horny high
priest hit her with a power blast. It sent the topless babe flying. She landed
20 feet away and skidded thru the cultists. The shotgun skittered away from
her.

That had been much closer than the sheriff wanted. He had been forced to use
all of his powers to stop a mere girl. When Williams looked down, fluids
streamed down his cock like a rocket ready to launch. That had been very, very
close indeed.

Liz got to her feet ready to continue the fight. Her foe had no such desire.
Using his demon inspired telekinetic powers, he lifted the gorgeous girl off
the ground. She floated in the air with her arms spread and chest thrust out
as if some giant hand were holding her aloft. Liz was unarmed, helpless and
surrounded by angry cultists.

Williams approached the girl with a wry grin. He had been right in not
confronting her by himself on the road yesterday morning. Things might have
turned out quite differently. This was his home base, the source of his evil
powers. Nobody could touch him here.

And so, he reached and snatched away Liz's red panties, revealing the girl's
nicely trimmed pussy. An overwhelming desire to fuck her now took him but
Williams fought it off. She had to die. The girl was just too dangerous to
leave alive. "Bring me my knife." He roared to no one in particular.

Then it happened. The invisible psychic hand holding the girl simply
evaporated. Liz fell to the ground and on to her sexy ass. One look at the
sheriff's face said that this was most unexpected. The busty babe leapt to her
feet and punched the sheriff in the nose.

He staggered back, holding his shattered nose. Blood ran down his hands. "Get
her, boys. Get her!"

The naked cultists attacked, mostly males but a few females too. Too stunned
by the turn of events to come at the lone woman in a solid wave, they came in
order of their courage and proximity. John, the owner of the local karate
school, struck first. Or he tried to. The buxom babe plucked his punch out of
mid air, kicked him in the face with one of her long legs, and then snapped
his arm at the elbow. The nude male screamed and fell at her feet.

Another man grabbed the girl from behind. She contemptuously back-fisted the
man in the nose, sending him sprawling.

And so it went. The boys could barely touch her wonderfully naked, female
body. When they did, it seemed to have no effect. Meanwhile, Liz taught them a
tough lesson on why boys shouldn't pick on girls, even if they do have a 20:1
advantage. She felled them one after another. Most, like John, didn't get back
up again.

The female cultists faired little better. Most didn't even try, figuring if
the men couldn't handle this chick, why should they.

Finally, one burly fellow grabbed Liz from behind. When she didn't immediately
escape, it looked for a moment like evil might win. There were but a few men
still standing. One came up and punched Liz in the face.

More accurately, he tried too. But the hard-bodied babe ducked in the nick of
time. The punch hit the burly man in the throat. Liz broke free, grabbed the
man's arm as he prepared another punch and snapped it. Next she dislocated his
knee and as he fell, the busty lass broke his clavicle with a well placed
karate chop. This nude little cultist wouldn't be bothering anybody for a long
time to come.

She turned just as brawny boy picked her up in a brutish bearhug. He smiled
briefly, thinking he had done good. Liz showed him the error of his way with a
head butt. He dropped the bodacious brawler and brought his hands up to his
nose. The man was a hairy brute, among the largest assembled at the asylum.
She wanted to take him down quick and fortunately god built all men with just
the right weak spot. Her foot came up between his legs with a sickening
squish. TIMBER! Burly boy fell like a great oak tree. He wasn't the first
receive the toes to the testicles treatment and probably would be the last.

Liz spun around, seeking out her ultimate foe. Most of the cultists had
scattered. Those that couldn't writhed on the ground surrounding the female in
mute testimony to her power. Williams hadn't run. Ever the conniving bastard
if there ever was one, he had picked up the shotgun and now had it pointed at
Jennifer.

"Well done." The rocket man said. His cock was still huge, jutting out from
his body like a third leg. "Just in time to watch your sister die."

Jenny was awake now. The buxom lass stirred like a child awoken from a deep
slumber. She probed herself up on one arm, looked down at her nakedness and
then over at the deranged cop. Her nightmare was just getting started.

"Don't Williams, don't." Liz warned him.

"Give me one good reason why ... " the nude male started to say.

The reason would come from Jenny herself. Williams had his eyes on Liz, giving
the smaller girl her chance. She knocked the gun aside. It discharged
harmlessly into the ground. Liz ran over to help her busty little sister. Her
long legs carried the distance in a flash.

Liz quickly found that little sisters don't want and often don't need help.
Jenny tackled her hated male foe, wrested the gun from his hands and tossed it
aside. He continued to resist but the truly big breasted blonde ended it with
one punch. Then she pinned the much larger male to the ground with all the
confidence of the superior female sex.

"Got him." Jen said proudly to her sister as her naked pussy crushed the
sheriff's 12" cock. "Saved your ass again."

"Yeah, sure, sis. Good work." Liz replied as she put her hands on her slender
hips.

"What should we do with him?" the stripper asked. Williams was resisting,
trying to free his arms and cursing the ladies with every breath. But Jen's
slender arms held him down.

"I think I know. Scooch up him."

Jen did as she was told, straddling the man's shoulders. The dominant female
no longer needed her hands to pin the once proud male. Instinctively, she
grabbed him by the hair and brought his mouth to her feminine mound. "You like
that boy, don't you, don't you?"

The crazed cop reacted by arching his back and trying to throw the busty
blonde off his shoulders. Her tits looked huge from his lowly vantage point
between the stripper's silky thighs. Then he felt the other girl's hands close
on his cock and balls. His virile body froze.

"What are you doing back there?" Jenny asked. She turned around and found Liz
fondling the super-endowed male. "Liz!"

"It has to be done." The older sister said. "They, no, he planned to
impregnate you with the seed of some demon. I think its life force is in this
man right now. If we release him, it, whatever, then the ritual will be
broken."

"You've been watching to many horror movies, sis. But if you get to have fun
then so do I." Jen replied. She then looked down at the man trapped between
her legs. "Eat it, boy, eat it."

For once in his long, long life, Williams found himself trapped between a rock
and a very hard place. The Vegas woman's analysis, though simplified, had been
spot on. If he came outside of woman, the Ancient one would be torn asunder
and banished from this earth. The male tried to stop himself. Yet, the
stripper's pussy drew him in. He began tonguing her as if driven by some
primal submissive force.

Ditto that for young Jennifer. She had never felt this turned on before. Ever
since waking up, her nubile body sizzled with eroticism. It was freaky and
unnatural, something left over from the cultist's spell. All of that was
immaterial. She came hard, covering the sheriff's face in seconds in feminine
juices.

His body followed her lead, convulsing and sending a fiery gout out of his
manhood. Liz jumped back as it almost singed her hair.

David and Amber stared at the alien and grotesque thing they had conjured. It
was half bat, half human and half something unimaginable. It wasn't large, no
bigger than David, but it stared back at the couple with pure malevolence.

"Don't worry." The boy said as the girl clung to his slender body. "It can't
hurt us in here."

They stood in the center of David's magic circle. He still wore Amber's large
blouse which fit his slight frame like a dress. The girl, substantially bigger
and stronger than her male companion, was topless. She had replaced her shorts
but had nothing to cover her quite enormous bosom.

"I'm afraid." She replied, pressing her firm, muscular breasts into David's
shoulder.

He liked it, not just the physical contact, but his new found ability to wear
the pants in their relationship. "Its him. He's trying to make us panic. We
just have to wait him out."

It had been Amber's idea. Summon the demon so the sheriff couldn't. By forcing
the evil entity to manifest itself, they also stripped the sheriff of his
psychic powers. It had been quite accidental, but David and Amber had saved
the day.

All of a sudden, the bat thing started to convulse like it was sick or
something. The air around it became distorted and unstable. Seconds later, the
demon blinked out of existence. They were left staring at air in the padded
cell. Amber's three male victims lay piled in the corner.

"What happened? I didn't do that." The boy said, panicky.

This time it was the girl who was strong. "Its gone." She said, pulling away
from young David.

"I can see that ... "

"No, its gone gone, like forever." The busty brunette replied as she put her
hands on her hips and stuck out those sumptuous boobs.

"How do you know?"

"I just do." Amber replied as she took his hand and led him out of the circle.
"Its probably because I joined the coven. That thing used to be a part of me.
Its gone now and I think forever. The Dunbridge nightmare is over."

"I - I hope your right." The boy said. He was still scared to be out of the
circle.

"Lets finish what we started, shall we?" she asked sweetly. But it really
wasn't a question. Amber didn't wait for a reply. She grabbed the blouse and
ripped it open a spray of buttons. It didn't matter that it was her blouse.
She could buy more. The buxom brunette had a point to make. She wore the pants
in their relationship.

David stood naked before the topless girl. Sex had been the last thing on his
mind as she swept him up into her arms. Cradling his under-developed body
against her hard body, Amber carried him out that room and into one down the
hall, where they could have some privacy.

The boy found himself on his back with the girl straddling his shoulders. He
was doing what a boy did best, servicing her hot pussy in what Amber saw as
foreplay.

"Is he dead?" Jen asked with alarm. She didn't know yet that she was
surrounded by dead cultists thanks to her elegant sister.

Liz checked the sheriff's pulse. "Yeah, he's gone."

"Did I do that?" the really buxom blonde wanted to know.

"No, I think he just got demoted. He's not a high priest anymore." The not
quite as busty and less blonde girl replied. She stood up and took her
sister's hands. "Still, I think it would be best if we left right away.
Nobodies gonna believe what happen here. The cops are going to want to pin the
blame on someone. It would be best if we were in another state. Come to Vegas
with me."

Jenny looked around at the carnage. Sin city seemed kind of tame by
comparison. "Yeah, I think you're right. Someday you're going have to tell me
what the hell happened here, but not now."

"Yeah, some day I will." Liz answered as she led her sister out of the main
hall. Then, softly, she said to herself. "If I still believe it."