A tale of Two Satyrs by Comixfana
Batman/Bruce Wayne,
Wonder Woman/ Diana Prince, Hawkgirl/ Shayera Hol, Tim Drake and Cassandra Cain
are copyrighted by DC Comics. Ms. Americana/Brenda Wade and Flag
Girl/Dana King are the creation of Mr. X. No infringement is intended and
no profit will be made. All of the other characters are original
characters of yours truly, save for the Greek Mythology characters mentioned in
the following story.
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Chapter 1 – Tropical beach, West Point of an unchartered Island
“Oh yeah Steven
like that! Spank my ass, spank it! Pull my hair and fuck me
hard, don’t stop! Don’t stop! DON’T STOP! Fuck me faster baby
I’m gonna cum, Oh cum with me Steven! I…I…HMMMMMMMMMMM!”
The ringing in his
ears, the awkward sense of vertigo, the blissful sensation of orgasm before
passing out. The sweet caress of a cool breeze against his skin making
him shiver, and the soothing sound of the waves washing on an unknown shore as
the ringing in his ears faded. An odd tickle in his nostrils triggering
an uncontrollable urge to…
“Ahh…ahh…ahh…ACHOO!
What the…pffvvvt! Ptt! Ptt!” The disoriented Steven Quinn exclaimed, his
sneeze blowing more sand in his face, making him spit it out.
He sat up,
realizing that the left side of his body was covered in sand. He opened
his right eye and saw the shore nearby. He stood up and walked in the
lukewarm water until he was waist-deep, and immersed himself to wash off.
He stood back up and opened both eyes, confused.
“Now how the hell
did I get here? And where the hell is here? Last thing I remember was
making love to…to…fuck, I can see her face and every detail of her body,
but…her name? For that matter, who the hell am I?” He wondered, trying
not to panic as he walked out of the water, a few waves hitting him in the
small of the back; making him shiver some more.
The weather was
warm but overcast, a chill in the breeze making it uncomfortable on his wet
skin.
“And naked for good
measure…if this isn’t a nudist colony, things are gonna get mighty awkward!” He thought,
returning to the point where he had awoken.
The body prints in
the sand showed that two bodies had been lying there.
“Okay, so I wasn’t
alone…I remember making love to my girlfriend before blacking out…nude beach
sex? Kinky! But where on earth did she go? The brush facing the beach
looks much too dense to walk through, and if I look up…I can see the top of a
small mountain, or extinguished volcano above the tree line, deep in the
woods…no footprints on the beach to my left or to my right…could she have…flown
off? Without me? Not cool red, not cool if you did…” He reasoned, still
looking for clues.
The fact that his
girlfriend could fly did not seem odd to him at all.
“Red hair, gorgeous
green eyes, cute freckles on her smooth skin, but not too many of them…muscular
body, perky breasts, firm ass and wings…my girlfriend’s an angel?” He wondered,
frowning.
The smell of smoke
got his attention. He walked back to the water until he was ankle-deep in
water with his back to the woods and looked left and right. To his left,
he noticed smoke a few kilometres ahead.
“Smoke coming from
that point on the beach, not the woods, thus someone lit a fire, someone with answers
hopefully.” He thought, making his way towards the smoke.
Chapter 2 – A Clearing near a volcano
“That’s it Bruce, that’s
it! Pump me harder! Pump me faster! Oh yes Bruce, bite my nipples!
Eros is right, a bit of pain does enhance the pleasure! Don’t hold back
Bruce, I’m almost there too, don’t hold back! Oh Bruce! Cum
with me Bruce! Oh Bruuuuce! Aphrodite I’m CUMMIIIIIIING!”
Head aching and
ears ringing, the man known to the masses as Bruce Wayne snapped awake with a
loud gasp. He sat up and automatically brought his hands to the acupressure
points on his body that would alleviate his headache. Pain-free after a
few minutes, he stood up, assessing his surroundings.
“Alright, not sure
how long I’ve been unconscious…” He reasoned silently, taking deep,
slow breaths.
He stood in a
clearing about five hundred meters in circumference, covered in lush, hip high
grass.
“Tropical forest,
from the looks of the trees I’d say Coconut trees and Breadfruit trees;
stretching from about 8 o’clock to 10 o’clock. Pathway through the brush
between 10 o’clock and 12 o’clock, then more Coconut and Breadfruit trees from
12 o’clock to about 4 o’clock…and between 4 and 8…” Bruce thought,
scrutinizing his surroundings.
He turned around
and observed gape-mouthed as he realized he was standing at the base of a small
mountain.
“So I’m not
surrounded by forest after all…” He mused, taking a few steps towards
the base of the mountain.
The ground turned
to rocky and Bruce put a knee down, touching the pebbly surface with his right
hand. He noticed the entrance of a grotto a few metres ahead, covered in
vines.
“Volcanic rock…I’d
venture to say that based on the vines growing around the entrance of this
grotto, this volcano has been extinguished for quite a while.” He reasoned,
wondering why the grotto made him feel uneasy.
He turned around,
giving the pathway through the woods an appraising glance.
“Wait a
minute…smoke coming from that direction at the end of the pathway…I wish I had
binoculars! Oh well, I might as well check it out.” He thought,
walking through the tall grass.
He shivered, the
cool breeze making him realize he was naked.
“Naked on a
tropical island, likely a private nudist colony…as long as I get answers…like,
where am I, in fact, who am I, and how did I get here?
Last thing I remember was being in bed, making passionate love to…damn…what’s
wrong with me? I know I love her madly, I can picture her pretty face,
her blue eyes, her raven hair, and her gorgeous goddess body…can’t
remember anything else…” He ruminated, as he made his way
towards the pathway through the woods.
Chapter 3- The Lagoon
“You like it in my
ass baby? You like reaming your Brenda’s tight ass? Huh? Quentin’s big
cock in my hot tight ass? Fuck it good baby I’m about to cum
again! I want Old Faithful to erupt in my ass, do it Quentin, cum
with me, cream-pie my tight ass! DO IT! DO IT!”
Sweet post-orgasmic
afterglow, so intense that it had led to a blackout, ears ringing. Hadn’t
he once been warned not to overexert himself? Then again, hadn’t he made
it a point to take time off to rest and recharge? A cool breeze caressed
his skin, a soft, wet sensation at the back of his body as if he were lying in
a bed of mud brought him gradually closer to consciousness. Lukewarm
water caressed his heels and calves at regular intervals.
“Hmmm…I’ve been
meaning to take some down-time…” Special Agent Quentin Sullivan
thought, his eyes now slightly open.
He stretched,
opening his eyes with a yawn.
“It’d be perfect if
the sun came out…HUH?” He mumbled, realizing he was lying naked on the muddy
shore of a beach.
He sat up, ran his
fingers through his hair and then looking at his hand saw it was all
muddy. With a sigh, he stood up and walked to the water; disappointed
that it was low tide.
“I’ll just need to
go a bit farther in the water to tidy up; I just hope there aren’t any sharks
or barracudas in the area…” He thought, glad that the water didn’t feel too
cold.
The water was
rather calm, so he swam in the shallow water near the shore for a few minutes,
rinsing off the mud and reviving himself. Satisfied, he made his way back
to the shore.
“And now…the usual
questions…where am I, how did I get here…hell, never mind that; who the
fuck am I? And why am I naked?” He wondered,
assessing his surroundings.
He crossed his arms
and drew in a deep breath.
“Horseshoe-shaped
lagoon, bordered by thick brush and palm trees…no, actually looks like Coconut
trees…to my left I can see the top of a small mountain above the tree
line…and dead ahead…a narrow pathway through the brush, and…smoke signals?” He thought, with a
curious frown.
He made his way to
the pathway, lost in thought.
“I don’t remember
going on a bender or doing weed…for me to black out and lose my memory like
this…last thing I remember was having hot sex with….with? This is seriously
bad, how can I remember the way she looks and the passionate way she makes
love but not her name? To be fair or I don’t remember my own, must have
been one hell of an orgasm…I wonder if she remembers
anything? But that body of hers…it’s etched in my mind; the body
of…of…Aphrodite herself!” He thought, giving himself an
accidental boner.
He cleared his
mind, focusing on his breathing.
“Down boy…if
this happens to be a nudist colony, showing up with a hard-on would be pretty inappropriate…” He reasoned,
willing his erection back down.
Chapter 4 – The Lake at the top of the old volcano
“Ohh that’s so hot!
That wicked tongue of yours Chris; that feels so good!
Oh stop! Oh stop, stop, stop! Too sensitive baby! Gimme your cock instead!
You’re about to make me cum again; your turn baby, FUCK ME! Fuck
me faster Chris! Fuck me harder! Oh God Chris I’m so close…yes…yes…YESSSS!
CUM WITH ME CHRIS!!!”
It had been another
sex and tequila romp; where all sexual inhibitions are numbed by alcohol and
emotions run the gamut of arousal, exhilaration, euphoria and lust. A
certain permissiveness not usually granted while sober opened the door to
certain sex acts that would otherwise be frowned upon. The only problem, was
the inevitable morning after hangover.
“Mmmhh….what
happened to the bed? Feels like a wet sack of rocks…you’re right Dana, I’m due
for a new bed…and something’s wrong with the AC…the air’s so moist…”
Special Agent Chris Townshend moaned.
The taste of stale
tequila, lemon and salt still lingering in his mouth, he turned his head to the
left, where his lover Dana King usually slept.
“Perhaps it’s time
for us to find a less damaging way to wind down…though those tequila
body-shots off Dana’s cleavage are so bloody sexy…” He thought
privately, managing a smirk.
“I have a massive
headache love, how’re you feeling….Dana?” He said, shocked as he
opened his eyes.
Not only was Dana
King not in bed with him, he wasn’t in bed at all. He sat up, realizing
that he was naked, and had awakened on top of a flat, moss-covered stone.
He stood up, still in a state of shock.
“Too nauseated and
headachy to be dreaming this…this ain’t Kansas anymore…or should I say ‘welcome
to the outer limits’?” He mumbled, chuckling in spite of the circumstances.
He stood before a
small lake, where the volcano’s vent was once located; clogged over several
centuries by various ores, volcanic rock and mud, its bottom surprisingly
firm. It was surrounded by an uneven rocky plane, roughly two hundred
meters wide before sharply sloping down to the island’s surface, save for the
west slope that was at a gentle to moderate incline and thus accessible by
foot.
The lake itself was
perhaps one hundred to one hundred and fifty metres in diameter. In spite
of the current absence of fauna, a centuries old accumulation of bird and bat
guano mixed with volcanic mud had allowed a sparse vegetation on the rocky
surface; comprised of silversword, wild coffee plants, various weeds and moss.
“I could sure use
two acetaminophens with a tall cup of Joe…” He mumbled to himself, walking to
the water.
He knelt down and
cupping his hands, doused himself with water, refreshing his body and somewhat
soothing his aching head. He stood up, allowing the cool water to run
down his body, the cool breeze giving him goose bumps.
“If it helps the
headache, I don’t mind the shivers…now let’s see…” He thought,
walking towards the left of the lake, walking northbound.
“Gorgeous…likely a
South Pacific island…horseshoe shaped lagoon at the northeast point …assuming
I’m facing north at all. Nice sandy beach surrounding most of the
island…” He said aloud, as if narrating to himself, turning around to face
south.
“Hard to see from
this distance…” He said, walking back to the moss-covered stone he had awakened
upon and carefully climbing on top of it for a better view.
“…southern part of
the island inaccessible, as this very jagged slope extends all the way into the
ocean; the beach becomes accessible again from the southeast and southwest
points…three quarters of the island surrounded by gorgeous sandy beaches; not
too shabby!” He concluded, with a smile.
“Who am I kidding?
This may look like the Garden of Eden but I’m not dead, so how did I get here?
And where on earth is Dana? Hello, what’s this? Smoke coming from the
beach at the northwest point; on the side opposite to the lagoon…if I could
figure a way off this mountain top, I’d haul my arse there, there must
be people there, people with answers…” He reasoned.
He walked as close
to the edge of the rocky plane as safety would allow and then made his way
around the crater, seeking a safe way down. Several minutes later, he had
arrived at the western slope.
“Sweet baby Jesus
thank You! It’ll take me a while to reach that bonfire, but I will make
it there!” He mumbled, carefully making his way down.
Chapter 5 – What lies beneath, part 1
In an underground
complex beneath the surface of the island, two attractive prisoners shared a
large cell, seemingly carved in the volcanic rock. Several primitive
paillasses were strewn across the cold stone floor, and a large steel door
stood severely against one wall, stretching all the way to the tall
ceiling. A modern stainless steel prison toilet was bolted to the wall
left of the one with the door; while in the opposing corner stood a
bronze-colored water fountain, with several tin goblets hanging upon hooks
embedded in its rim. The ceiling was covered with a phosphorescent
compound, providing light within the cell.
Lying naked on one
of the paillasses, one Dana King stirred uneasily in her sleep. While she
hadn’t ingested the same amount of tequila as her lover Chris Townshend had the
night before, her head still ached and her stomach was still upset. The
welcome relief that sleep granted her was quickly wearing thin as she was
waking up.
“Aw God I feel so
gross…Chris baby, be a dear and fetch me a cold pack with a few Tylenols
and a glass of water? I think we should keep the sex and ditch the
tequila to unwind…thought I confess the shots off my tummy and cleavage are scorching
hot…” She moaned, eyes still closed, running her fingers through her sweaty
hair.
“Here Dana, have
some water, it’s pretty cold…it’ll have to do given the circumstances.”
A familiar feminine voice said.
“What…B-Brenda?”
King said, confused, opening her eyes.
Brenda Wade was
sitting next to her, holding a goblet of water in her right hand. Dana
carefully sat up, casting Brenda a quizzical glance.
“Take it easy my
friend, getting dragged here caused quite a shock. One minute I’m
reaching my fifth orgasm with Quentin and the next thing you know, I
black out and wake up here buck naked; lying on the paillasse next to yours.”
Wade said, in the gentlest voice she could muster.
“Dragged here…what
do you mean…oh God, not another damn abduction? Don’t tell me our
secret identities have been compromised? Just as Chris and I were making
love too…in fact…just like you, I blacked out after reaching my second
orgasm…” King said, her voice trailing off as she realized she was no longer in
Chris Townshend’s bed.
She took the goblet
from Brenda’s hands and took a small sip. The water was indeed cold and
had a pleasant, familiar sweet flavor. She drank slowly, trying to avoid
brain and chest freeze.
“I know as much as
you do Dana. Knowing how determined Quentin and Chris are, it’s only a
matter of time until the cavalry comes to the rescue…I just wish I wasn’t naked
when they do.” Wade said, smirking in spite of the circumstances.
“I hear you…thanks
for the water Brenda, in fact I’ll get a second helping. This water
smells and tastes like the water my parents used to get from this mountain
spring we used to go to when I was a little girl, it’s uncanny!” King said,
standing up.
She walked to the
fountain and refilled her goblet.
“Fifth orgasm huh?
Not that I’m complaining having cum twice myself, but I envy you
sometimes! Not due to any wrong doing from Chris, don’t get me wrong;
he’s a sweet, considerate lover. But my clit gets so sensitive,
and he’s so vigorous and over-eager…I end up encouraging him to cum
after two!” She said, taking a sip from her goblet; still facing the fountain.
Wade smiled.
“Considering that
many women never reach orgasm at all, you’re already a few steps ahead with
two!” Wade said, her left hand absent-mindedly reaching for her massive left
breast.
King snickered, in
spite of her headache; taking a longer sip.
“But if I were
to…want to explore how many orgasms I can reach before Chris passes out
from exhaustion…any tips?” She asked, finishing off her goblet and then
refilling it.
“Off the top of my
head, I’d say it’s okay to take small pauses during sex. For instance,
when your clit gets too sensitive or your pussy gets too sore, have him lie on
his back and give him oral. If the taste of your own pussy juice
turns you off, give him a nice, slow hand job with plenty of dirty
talk, or rub your boobs in his crotch; you’d be surprised how big a
turn-on that is! If you need to delay his orgasm to beat the two orgasms
mark, a nice, firm, shoulder rub works wonders…” Wade said, her voice
trailing off; flicking her nipple with her thumb while her right hand slid down
to her crotch.
“Good tips, and if
he cums too soon, I know from experience he makes good use of his tongue
and hands to satisfy me, and will do it again…that is if we ever get out of
this place.” King said; touching the cold, refilled goblet to her forehead.
She shook her head,
dissatisfied. With a grunt, she poured the contents of the goblet on top
of her head.
“HOLY SHIT!” She
shrieked, shocked but refreshed as the cold water dripped down her body, making
her nipples hard.
“Easy there Dana,
you don’t want to give yourself a seizure.” Wade said, absent-mindedly
masturbating.
“It actually feels
good on the headache, and after last night’s romp, I could use a bit of
freshening up!” King replied, repeating the process with a loud moan.
Water dripping as
much in her eyes as it was on her whole body, she turned to face Wade.
“Well I tell you
what, that felt…Brenda, what on earth are you doing?” King said;
shocked.
Snapping to attention,
Wade removed her hands from her breast and pussy; and stood up with a confused
look on her face.
“I…I’m so
embarrassed…I don’t know what came over me! We started talking about multiple
orgasms and orgasm delaying techniques and…” Wade said, staring at
her hands.
“And it triggered
your Aphrodite pheromones, thus your horniness…and by now they’re
airborne…since I’m breathing the same air as you, it’s only a matter of time
until I’m as horny as you are…I know we’ve had a threesome with Sully in
the past, before I met Chris; and I could think of worse things than having sex
with you…but I love Chris and I don’t want to cheat on him…” King
said, her own hands caressing her abdomen, moving up to her perky breasts and
then back down to her pubis.
“And I love Quentin
and wouldn’t cheat on him either, I mean, it’s bad enough that as
She-Legionnaires we sometimes get ourselves in trouble and gang-banged in spite
of all the security procedures and protocols; but willful lesbian sex
with you would be such a betrayal…anyway, masturbation
isn’t cheating!” Wade said in a single breath; lying on her back on her
paillasse, legs spread open.
“Agreed!” King
quipped, also feeling the effects of the pheromones.
She took the
paillasse facing Wade’s and assumed the same position, their feet almost
touching. As Wade resumed her nipple flicking and clit massage, King’s
right hand slid down from her torso to her lower abdomen, just above the pubic
bone. She applied medium pressure to her lower abdomen with her right
hand, while inserting her left hand’s curled up middle and ring fingers in her
wet pussy; initiating a deep G-spot massage. As they masturbated furiously,
they let their legs slide down, allowing their feet to touch.
“Mmmhh…compliments
to…gasp…your esthetician Dana, your feet as so…gasp…so smooth…”
Wade said, the foot contact adding to her sensations.
“Yours too…ooohhh…B…Brenda…sigh…p-please
tell me our feet t…gasp…touching isn’t s-s-s-sexual c-contact! Mmmhh!”
King replied, feeling her juices soaking her fingers.
“N-no…yelp…I
d-d-d don’t th-think so…gasp…b-b-but to…unnhh…to b-be sure, let’s
k-k-keep our ph-physical c-contact to our f-f-feet o-o-okay?” Wade replied,
breathing fast.
“A-a-a-agreed! Oh
Brenda…gasp…this feels so wicked…sigh…I feel like I’m
about to…t-to…OH GOD, I’M GONNA CUM BRENDA!” King shrieked, as an
uncontrollable orgasm was overtaking her entire body.
“GO FOR IT DANA I’M
CUMMING TOO!” Wade shouted, pushing her massive left breast to her mouth so she
could lick her nipple as she now finger-fucked herself with her right hand’s
middle finger while rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand.
With a long unison
“OOOHHH!” that would have made an operatic contralto proud, they climaxed; Wade
shaking her pelvis up and down in orgasmic convulsions, while King dug her
heels in her paillasse, pushing her hips up in a bridge position. Spent,
they collapsed limply on their backs, chuckling.
“I’ve often
wondered why Quentin sometimes giggles after cumming…he says it’s out of deep
satisfaction, and I guess it’s true…but right now, this entire situation is
just so grotesque…we’re prisoners, yet because of my damn Aphrodite
pheromones, our first impulse is to masturbate…” Wade said, staring
at the ceiling with a blissful smile on her face.
“I get what you
mean, here we are, probably in danger, but screw that; let’s indulge in one
last orgasm before something bad happens right? So help me, this is so
surreal it’s hilarious! But whadya know, the endorphin rush got rid of
my headache!” King replied, panting.
They laughed
heartily for a few minutes at that revelation.
“Okay…we need to
clear our heads kiddo, and figure a way out of here…I think I’ll douse myself
with some of that fountain water like you did; hopefully it snaps me out of
this horny mode I’m in and help me focus…” Wade said, standing up.
Chapter 6 – Agreus the Prophet
Sitting by the fire
with a subtle smile on his lips, a man dressed in a Greek toga awaited the
arrival of visitors. He was of stout build, his torso, arms and legs were
covered with hair, his jaw sported a neatly trimmed beard and goat-like horns
protruded from his forehead. His hair was long and scraggly, but
clean. Still staring at the fire, he greeted his first guest.
“Ah, Steven Quinn,
I am charmed to make your acquaintance. My name is Agreus, and I was
assigned to be your guide during your sojourn on his island.” Agreus said,
pleasantly.
Quinn walked
cautiously towards Agreus, the horns getting his attention.
“Steven Quinn…so
that’s my name? Where are we? How did I get here…who are you?
Are you the…devil?” Quinn asked, confused.
Agreus chuckled
quietly, turning his attention to Quinn.
“Ah yes, so many
questions! And you shall get your answers I promise; as soon as everyone
gets here. But reassure yourself, I am not that devil you speak of;
neither is this place hell…in fact, I was sent here to make sure that this
island doesn’t turn into some sort of private hell.” Agreus said.
“I…haven’t a clue
what that’s supposed to mean; but, I’m pleased to meet you as well.” Quinn
said, with a shrug; extending his hand.
Agreus smiled as
they clasped hands.
“Fret not friend
Steven, your full memory will return shortly. And as soon as we are all
assembled I shall explain everything. For now, please, have a seat near the
fire and warm yourself up. The weather is usually more clement in this
corner of this planet in the Multiverse, but the chill in the air makes it
rather uncomfortable.” Agreus said, with a comforting smile.
Resigned, Quinn sat
down in the sand next to Agreus.
“Alright then…so if
I understand you correctly I’m not the only one here?” Quinn asked.
“Indeed friend
Steven, four men and four women were brought here against their will by what
some cynics would refer to as magical science. My lecherous
half-brother is to blame in this sordid tale, but…ah, our next arrival is
here! Welcome friend Bruce Wayne! Please come sit near the fire
with us!” Agreus said, in that same pleasant voice.
Wayne walked
closer, eyebrows arched.
“Already one
question answered…my name is Bruce Wayne. Etrigan? Is that
you? No it couldn’t be, you’re far better looking…” Wayne said,
sitting down next to Quinn.
Agreus chuckled
good-heartedly.
“I thank you for
the compliment friend Bruce, I am in fact well acquainted with Etrigan! I
am Agreus. This young man is Steven Quinn, and while your memories are
still impaired, I can tell you right now that Steven and yourself are
colleagues.” Agreus said, with a nod.
Wayne and Quinn
shook hands. Agreus extended his hand, which Wayne shook as well.
“Hopefully, as soon
as our memories return this will make more sense.” Wayne said.
“Amen to that
Bruce, Amen to that. So Agreus, you were saying that your brother is
behind our predicament?” Quinn said, first addressing Wayne, and then Agreus.
“Half-brother
friend Steven…but yes. As I said earlier, as soon as everyone concerned
has arrived, your memories will be fully restored and I will tell you
everything. How you were brought here, why you were brought
here, and the consequences should we fail.” Agreus said, his voice
taking a somber tone.
Wayne and Quinn
remained silent, getting the feeling that asking Agreus what consequences he
was talking about would remain unanswered until the missing participants had
arrived. The fire crackled quietly, and Agreus added another dry tree limb to
it. He straightened up and smiled.
“Friend Quentin
Sullivan, welcome! Our fellowship is nearly complete!” Agreus
said.
“Eerie how he does
that without looking!” Quinn said.
“Indeed…” Wayne
said.
Sullivan stopped,
observing the two men sitting by the fire, and the being, was it a Satyr?
Sitting with them. With a shrug, he decided to join them.
“Gentlemen…thank
you for resolving that first mystery; my name...Belial? Is that
you?” Sullivan said, walking closer.
“Actually, that’s Agreus…”
Quinn said.
“But I have a hunch
he’s well acquainted with that Belial of yours…” Wayne added.
Agreus laughed
heartily.
“Indeed, Belial is
the second in command to the one who sent me here to help you…and who in fact
has an agreement of sorts with you, friend Quentin. But please, join us,
sit down. I am expecting one last person.” Agreus said, as
Sullivan sat next to Wayne.
“Pleased to meet
you Quentin, I’m Bruce Wayne…” Wayne said, shaking Sullivan’s hand.
“And I’m Steven
Quinn, also pleased to meet you!” Quinn said, shaking Sullivan’s hand.
Agreus extended his
arm in front of Quinn and Wayne to shake hands with Sullivan.
“Pleased to meet
you all...but somehow I’m getting this gut-feeling I won’t like what I’m gonna
hear…” Sullivan said, tossing a small piece of bark into the fire.
“Feeling’s mutual
Quentin, I’m glad that I’m not stranded here alone, but I can’t shake this
feeling of a Damoclean Sword hanging above our heads.” Quinn said, nodding.
“Agreed, while my memory
is severely impaired, I can’t shake this ominous presentiment that something
dire is about to happen.” Wayne said.
“Very perceptive
indeed, your training transcends your memory loss! I would have thought that
since friend Bruce is an Amazon initiate, that he would have an edge in
perception, but I am impressed that all three of you have a keen sense of
danger; it is what has kept you alive for so long!” Agreus said, smiling.
“Amazon what?”
Wayne mumbled, nonplussed.
“Ah, our final
arrival, and for a reason I cannot fathom, his memory is mostly whole! I
believe that he is a friend and colleague of yours friend Quentin; welcome to
our fellowship friend Christopher Townshend!” Agreus said, as Townshend
approached.
“Oh wow…part of me
secretly wishes that this was the DT’s from too much tequila; but it feels too
real…Sully? You got yourself dragged here too?” Townshend said,
recognizing Sullivan.
“Sully…yeah that does
sound familiar, my nickname, right? Agreus says you’re the lucky one
whose memory wasn’t impaired by the shock of being dragged here.” Sullivan
said, glad that Townshend did look familiar but frustrated that he couldn’t put
a name to his face until Agreus had mentioned it.
“Agreus…one of the
two Pans of Greek Mythology; son of Hermes and prophetess Sose, of whom you
inherited the gift of prophecy. Half-brother of Nomios, whose mother was
dryad Penelope, known for his gift of seduction of Nymphs…in some circles,
also known as Nomios the Fornicator.” Townshend said, before sitting
down next to Sullivan.
They all looked at
him gape-mouthed, including Agreus who couldn’t believe a simple mortal could
know so much about him and his lecherous half-brother.
“Don’t look at me
like that, Dana’s the real expert in Roman and Greek mythologies, but
I’ve learned a lot from her.” Townshend said, with a smug smirk.
“At the risk of
repeating myself, I am impressed! Now that we are all assembled,
time for me to keep my promise…” Agreus said, extending his arms above his
head.
His eyes rolled
back in his skull, and energy swirled above them. One by one, Bruce
Wayne, Steven Quinn and Quentin Sullivan’s memories were fully restored.
Chapter 7 – What lies beneath part 2
In a cell identical
to the one shared by Brenda Wade and Dana King, a naked Thanagarian detective
paced furiously back and forth. Her fiery mane of hair was disheveled,
and her perky breasts jiggled to the rhythm of her angry steps; while her equally
naked Amazon friend sat on a paillasse in the lotus pose, with her arms
extended but slightly bent, as if in deep meditation.
“I swear Diana, if
I lay my hands on the sorry piece of trash who dragged us here; I will rip
his nut sack off with by bare hands; cover it in tabasco sauce and
shove it down his filthy throat!” Shayera Hol hissed, livid.
In deep thought,
stretching her empathic powers to the point of telepathy, Diana Prince inhaled
deeply before opening her eyes.
“That is presuming
that our abductor is male at all Shayera, or even human-esque for
that matter. My telepathy is nowhere as powerful as our friend J’onn’s,
but I am getting a few faint signatures…a mirror-image of ourselves I
think, it’s almost as if our own empathic signatures are being reflected back
to us. I can’t sense Bruce or Steven…but like I said, my telepathy is
pretty limited. I do sense an underlying presence
though …lustful, evil…if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it is
behind our predicament.” Diana Prince said, closing her eyes again, trying to
concentrate.
“If it has a
physical body, I shall gladly beat it to a bloody pulp! Steven was making
love to me damn it! Whoever or whatever dragged us here has a serious death
wish!” Hol said dryly as she kept on pacing.
Prince opened her
eyes again, casting Hol a tired look.
“Yes Shayera, it’s
angering, frustrating, aggravating…and the fact that Bruce made me climax
is of very little comfort at the moment.” She said, calmly.
Hol stopped her
pacing, staring at the floor for a few moments, and clenching her fists as she
tried hard to hold back her tears.
“I have to admire
you Diana, I wish I had your self-control…we both have warrior
backgrounds, but the way you’re able to keep a cool head…hats off. I hate
feeling helpless, I’m claustrophobic – thank the gods this cell isn’t any
tighter – and I’m worried about Steven…so you can only imagine how nasty I’d be
if Steven hadn’t made me cum too!” Hol said, smiling sheepishly as a few tears
beaded in the corner of her lovely green eyes.
Prince smiled
warmly at her.
“I am but
channeling the wisdom of Athena my sister. I too am quite worried about
Bruce…but worrying will lead us nowhere, just let me concentrate a bit more;
hopefully I GASSP!” Prince said, with an expression of pure
surprise on her face.
“Diana, are you
okay?” Hol asked, walking towards Prince.
Panting, Prince
stood up with Hol’s help.
“I’m…I’m okay, it
just took me by surprise…my lack of telepathic experience shows: what I
believed to be a mirror-image of ourselves is actually two other female
prisoners…I managed to tell the difference because…well…they became
involved in self-gratification and reached such a powerful orgasm that
the sensation hit me like a ton of bricks!” Prince said, rubbing her temples.
“Lesbians?
Not that it matters. They are prisoners like us and need our help. That
door looks pretty massive, but if we combine our efforts I bet you we can smash
that lock.” Hol said, looking at the door with a frown.
“That, my sister,
is a splendid idea…let’s see…” Prince said, giving the lock an appraising look.
She nodded,
standing a few steps from the door.
“Okay, so let’s put
an arm around each other’s waist, and when I say ‘kick’, kick the right side of
the lock while I aim for the left; just to make sure we don’t kick each
other’s foot. Give it all you got, we don’t know how thick the latch is
or if the metal’s under some sort of spell.” Prince said, extending her arm.
Hol folded her
wings and stood next to Prince. They wrapped an arm around each other’s
waist, staring at the lock.
“I shall channel my
anger in that kick!” Hol said, grinning.
“Okay…one, two,
three, KICK!” Prince shouted.
Their feet hit the
lock in a powerful blow, rattling the door and snapping the latch. With a
loud creaking sound, the door opened up inwards.
“After you my
sister, let’s rescue the other prisoners!” Prince said, smiling.
As Brenda Wade
doused herself with fountain water to snap herself out of her horny mode, a
voice resounded within her head, as clearly as if a third person had been present
in their cell. She dropped her goblet that bounced off the stone floor
with a cowbell-like clunk.
“W-what?
Stand clear of the door? Yes…you’ll give us a signal first…” Wade said,
her voice sounding distant, leaning on the fountain for balance.
“Brenda, are you
okay?” King said, worried, running to Wade’s side, grabbing her left arm with a
firm but gentle grip.
“I-I’ll be fine
Dana, it just took me by surprise…loosely stated, I share the same brain
wavelength as a certain Amazon…she and her cellmate have broken free and are
coming to break us out…my Amazon counterpart asks that we steer clear from the
door…” Wade said, recovering her sense of balance.
“Powerful enough to
break down a door that size…an Amazon, an Aphrodite descendant, God knows what
powers her cellmate has…little old plain Jane Dana is feeling mighty inadequate
here…” King said, looking down.
“Nonsense Dana,
you’ve always held your own as Flag Girl. You’re athletic, smart and
loyal to a fault. Super powers are nothing without common sense, and you
have plenty of that.” Wade said, smiling warmly at King.
“It’s very kind of
you to say. But you do realize that while the occurrence of our being
outsmarted and gangbanged since Sully became our technical advisor has
decreased tenfold, the fact that it still happens puts that whole
‘holding my own’ into a very poor context. All I can do is hope that my
gymnastics and budo training will be enough to help us regain our
freedom and meet our men halfway in our escape efforts.” King said, smiling
sheepishly.
“I know what you
mean, complacency is a hard habit to break. Thank God that Quentin – and
Chris – have drawn that hit list of the bastards who thought they could get
away with sexually assaulting our alter egos…” Wade said, interrupted by a knock
at the door.
“That’s the signal
Dana, be prepared!” Wade said, glad that they were at a safe distance from the
door.
With the combined
sound of the thump of the kick to the lock, the loud snap of the latch breaking
and the thud of the door slamming against the opposing wall as it swung open,
their rescuers entered their cell.
“Greetings my
sisters, I am Diana, Themysciran warrior Princess, known to the world of men as
Wonder Woman, member of the Justice League. My fiery winged friend here
is…” Prince said, in a pleasant tone of voice.
“…Shayera Hol,
Thanagarian detective and fellow Justice Leaguer; also known as Hawkgirl…the
wings kind of give it away!” Hol said, interrupting Prince, with a
wry smile.
Wade walked up to
them, extending her hand.
“Justice League you
say? Dana and I are members of a similar crew named the She-Legion…I am
Brenda Wade, multi-billionaire philanthropist, also known as Ms. Americana.”
Wade said, as she shook Prince’s hand.
“And I am Dana
King, journalist, History and Mythology buff, also known as Ms. Americana’s
side-kick Flag Girl, and fellow She-Legionnaire.” King said, shaking Hol’s
hand.
“Side-kick, don’t
be so modest Dana!” Wade said, grinning.
“Multi-billionaire
philanthropist…sounds like my initiate…what you’d call ‘boyfriend’ or
‘partner’ in your lingo, his name is Bruce Wayne.” Prince said, now shaking
King’s hand.
“My boyfriend isn’t
a multi-billionaire but he’s still independently wealthy; he’s one of Bruce’s
share-holders!” Hol said, now extending her hand to Wade.
“Our boyfriends are
FBI Special ops agents…but we love them anyway, right Dana?” Wade said, tongue
in cheek, now shaking Hol’s hand.
“That’s putting it
mildly! So you’re Thanagarian Shayera? When I saw you walk in, I thought
you were an angel, literally and figuratively; I mean, you have wings, and
you’re beautiful…” King said, fascinated.
“Why thanks Dana,
you’re far too kind…and quite attractive yourself! Steven often calls me
his angel, though I confess having a bit of devil in me…and a
temper! Coming from warrior race has its drawbacks.” Hol said, with a
sheepish smile.
“A warrior’s temper
and a heart of gold Shay, don’t you forget it! Say Brenda, you share many
of the features of the great Aphrodite, you wouldn’t happen to be one of her
descendants by any chance? You have that same tall build, voluptuous
breasts, flawless skin and perfectly proportioned physique…” Prince asked, with
a curious frown.
“Stop it, that kind
of talk could go to a girl’s head! Indeed, I am one of the few
She-Legionnaires known as ‘Aphrodite types’ or as Quentin likes to say:
‘daughters of Aphrodite’. That being said, my physique isn’t that
different from yours Diana!” Wade said, with a wink.
“Similar, yes, but
not identical, your endowment is several cup sizes larger than mine,
which I admit without jealousy my sister!” Prince said, smiling.
“I accept the
compliment, and let me say that I find your body equally gorgeous! But
tell me, I’m not familiar at all with Themyscira or Thanagar, or with a Justice
League in fact; as Quentin would say, in our line of work we learn to keep an
open mind the hard way but…” Wade said, her eyes going from Prince to Hol.
Prince nodded
thoughtfully, with a slight frown.
“Come to think of
it, we’ve never heard of a She-Legion; and a billionaire philanthropist named
Brenda Wade would be part of Bruce’s social circle, yet I’ve never heard of you
until now…looks like we may be dealing with another breach in the Multiverse,
wouldn’t you agree Shay?” Prince said, looking at her colleague.
“It would certainly
explain a lot. We don’t have all of the facts yet, like how or why we
were dragged here and taken prisoners when we were minding our own business
having sex with our boyfriends…” Hol said, nodding.
“What, you too?
Brenda and I were just discussing how passionate our boyfriends had been last
night!” King interjected.
“Yes! Wait a
minute…we all had sex last night, and woke up here naked and imprisoned.
We were very likely brought here post-orgasm, which would explain why
we’re all naked: none of us got a chance to get dressed the following morning!”
Prince said.
“Makes sense!
Multiverse…I once attended a lecture with Professor Whirter on the
theory of multiple parallel universes, and yes, it would explain a lot!
And if we, four attractive women, were taken here in all our naked
glory, post orgasm as it were; you can bet your bottom dollar
it wasn’t for our minds. Our kidnapper is a pervert, ladies.”
Wade said, crossing her arms under her breasts, making them look even larger.
“Diana, that lustful
presence you sensed earlier!” Hol said, eyebrows arched.
“Indeed…I still
can’t say if it’s male or female, sexual aggressors can be either; but
something tells me we should make haste and find our way out of here.” Prince
said.
“Agreed, let’s blow
this joint!” King said.
With a nod, they
left the cell.
Chapter 8 – Lord Nomios
Asleep in the
middle of the large, purple velvet-upholstered mattress that covered the
entirety of his throne-room’s floor, save for the platform on which his throne
stood, the naked Satyr stirred in his sleep; his never ending nightmare
haunting him. In it, he relived his centuries-long sentence.
Chained to the wall of a Chamber of Sin, he was made to observe as nymphs,
disgraced Amazons and well-endowed mortal women engaged in a lesbian orgy;
taunting, teasing, and never relieving his sexual urges and frustration, he
himself, unable to masturbate as they pleasured themselves. His short,
stubby penis stood in a near-permanent erection, aching for release.
“A pox on Hades,
Lucifer and on my sycophant half-brother, always trying to get on Lucifer’s
good side…I should have listened to father and tended to my flock and nymphs
instead…I loathe you Hades…I curse your name for convincing me, and my
half-brother, into a pointless war against Lucifer. I curse you with every
fiber of my being Hades!” He thought, between slumber and
consciousness.
Like Heracles,
Theseus and Alpheus had done before him, Nomios had managed to escape the Dark
Dimension. Whether it was due to a Ouija session or a black mass, it did
not matter. When the portal opened, shattering his chains, he left;
hopping from one corner of the Multiverse to the next, using his vast knowledge
of magical science to find the one corner of the Multiverse where he could never
be found, the one domain where he would reign supreme.
Said magical
science had created his entire underground complex; tunnels, dungeons, water
and sewage system, throne room; everything. In one world, he had
stolen his throne; which had belonged to an ancient Austrian Emperor. It
was upholstered in the same purple velvet as the floor-wide mattress; which
motivated its theft. A hole had been carved in its right armrest, in
which Nomios’ power scepter, another magic science creation, sat; awaiting its
master’s next command.
“Based on the Eros
pulse these women generated – which I managed to sense across the Multiverse
– they will make fine concubines indeed…my own harem in my own domain…Lord
Nomios…how I like the way it sounds!” He thought, waking up with a smile.
He stood up, and
walked to his throne. He picked up his scepter and pressed one of the
power crystals encrusted on its surface. A magical mist arose before his
eyes, in which Nomios observed his prisoners making their way through the
tunnels; as they had managed to escape their cells. He nodded, with a devilish
grin.
“As anticipated…I
could sense they were powerful women; and that’s what I need – strong,
resilient concubines that can take a pounding…” He said, his heartrate
increasing, pre-cum oozing from his glans.
With a dismissive
wave of his hand, the viewing mist disappeared. He climbed on the
platform and sat on his throne, returning his scepter to its spot on the
armrest.
“Little do they
know that they need to go through here to get to the surface…centuries of
sexual frustration about to come to an end…first, I’ll have them take turns
taking me in their mouths, then, I’ll have a taste of their love holes;
and then…I shall ravish them, one after the other!” He thought
excitedly; breathing fast.
Trembling, he
reached for his scepter and pressed a different power crystal. On the left
armrest, a golden chalice, stolen from an ancient Macedonian Basilica, appeared
out of thin air, filled with Dionysus’ best. Returning his scepter to its
rest, he reached for the chalice and brought it to his lips.
“Yes…that should
settle my nerves. Just as I’m about to have a Dionysian orgy of my own,
it’s rather fitting that I should enjoy some of his wine!” Nomios thought,
feeling gradually calmer as he sipped the wine.
After finishing his
chalice, he let out a long, loud belch; and then magically returned the chalice
to its spot in his treasures room.
“Somehow…I cannot
get rid of the feeling that my new concubines look familiar…not quite
like my nymphs use to, but…shades of Artemis, Athena, even Aphrodite and
Enyo…she may have been Ares’ companion but she had always been quite
attractive…and lethal; another one of Lucifer’s sycophants. They
may be enchantingly attractive, but I best be on my guards.” Nomios reasoned,
lost in thought.
Chapter 9 – Gathering of the Heroes
With their memories
now fully restored, Bruce Wayne, Steven Quinn, Quentin Sullivan and Chris
Townshend listened attentively to their guide Agreus.
“Simply stated, my
half-brother Nomios followed the path of Heracles, Theseus, and Alpheus;
in escaping Tartarus – what you call Hell or the Dark Dimension. I
was sent to track him down and bring him back. Unfortunately, in an
unusual case of inter-Multiverse synchronicity, eight people reached orgasm
at the same time.” Agreus said, with a dire expression on his face.
“Eight people,
namely us and our beloved girlfriends.” Townshend said.
“Indeed friend
Christopher. The Eros pulse generated by that synchronous
orgasm was so powerful that it was sensed across the Multiverse by Nomios;
moments before I could locate him. After being deprived of…sexual
contact for centuries and sensing women capable of such powerful orgasms,
you were all magically brought to this island; Nomios not realizing he
had taken you men along for the ride.” Agreus said.
“Wait a minute, are
you saying that a horny Satyr has kidnapped our girlfriends to turn them
into his personal sex slaves? Is that what you’re saying
Agreus?” Quinn interjected, furious.
Agreus looked at
him, gape-mouthed.
“Please friend
Steven, keep calm…the reason I have gathered you and restored your memories is
precisely to rescue them and return my half-brother to Tartarus…though I do not
see what our having horns has to do with anything?” Agreus said, confused.
In spite of his
initial anger, Quinn chuckled, along with Wayne, Sullivan and Townshend.
“In this particular
context, horny means ‘aroused’ or ‘sexually excited’ Agreus.” Wayne
said, grinning.
“Oh, I see…well,
centuries of pent-up lust would make anyone ‘horny’, as is the case with
my lecherous half-brother!” Agreus said, with a subtle smirk.
“I’m all for a
rescue mission, and I can tell you right now that Nomios won’t have an easy
task with our lovers; Brenda and Dana are trained crime-fighters…”
Sullivan said, with a thoughtful frown.
“Nor with Diana and
Shayera, who also are mighty crime-fighters, bred from warrior races.”
Wayne added, with a nod.
“But…I still don’t
understand is how Chris’ memory remained unchanged if the shock of being transported
here was enough to cause the rest of us amnesia?” Sullivan said, looking at
Townshend.
“Perhaps this one
time, the tequila helped preserve my memory rather than to impair it?”
Townshend said with a shrug, tongue-in-cheek.
“You know, it’s not
that silly a thought; if you were already numbed down by alcohol, it probably
acted like an anesthetic; the shock of transport didn’t hit you as hard.” Quinn
said, with a thoughtful frown.
“It actually makes
sense! So Agreus, back to the point of rescuing our girlfriends, how do you
propose we do it; we’re naked, and without weapons of any kind?” Townshend
asked.
“That is only
temporary friend Christopher, look!” Agreus said, smiling, pointing at the
shoreline near the trees.
In a heap, lay the
Bat-suit, Snake’s suit, Sullivan’s favorite outfit of snakeskin boots, jeans,
T-shirt and leather jacket, Townshend’s steel toe-capped loafers, slacks,
striped sailor’s shirt and hoodie; as well as Wonder Woman’s Amazon armor,
Hawkgirl’s suit, Ms. Americana’s and Flag Girl’s uniforms as well as their
respective weapons, articles and gadgets. They stood up, walked towards
the pile and began getting dressed.
“New suit
Bruce? I seem to recall that the cowl and cape used to be one piece?”
Quinn asked, resuming his secret identity as the Snake.
“Not quite, it’s
one of many Bat-suits. I have a hunch that Agreus selected this
particular Bat-suit for a reason…” Wayne said, becoming Batman.
“No predetermined
selection of mine friend Bruce, the spell…magic science incantation if
you prefer, simply brought the clothing and items necessary for the success of
our mission.” Agreus said, observing his new friends getting ready.
“Well, I sure ain’t
complaining; you’ve restored memories that were erased due to a time
paradox…meeting Brenda in a previous lifetime in which I was a Druid…all of
those potions and spells…I remember everything!” Special Agent Sullivan
said, almost fully dressed, securing his Glock 22 holster.
“Yes, Mistress Enyo
has spoken at length of your temporal exile, and of your many assists in
keeping the damned where they belong…” Agreus said.
“Imprisoned in the
Dark Dimension! What do you know? The Amulet…Brenda’s gift that
followed me to the past and back! And a pouch of Miss Réjeanne’s mojo
powder!” Sullivan said, reaching in his jacket pockets.
“Thank God for
that, we can use all of the good luck or mojo we can use!” Special Agent
Townshend said, also almost fully dressed, pulling his hoodie over his
holstered Glock 22.
Sullivan nodded,
putting the Amulet’s chain around his neck, and the amulet itself under his
Hard Rock Café T-shirt. He stuffed the pouch of mojo powder back in his
jacket’s right pocket.
“Hm, here’s a vile
of my paralyzing venom gel…though I doubt it’ll be very effective on an
immortal Satyr.” Snake said, going through the compartments of his new Snake
belt, courtesy of Wayne Industries.
“Keep it regardless
Steven, you never know what will be useful in a moment of crisis.” Batman said,
mask on, looking pensively at his cape.
He looked at the
women’s suits, gadgets and weapons laying on the ground, and again at his
cape. With a nod, he laid it flat on the sand, and picked up Diana’s
boots.
“Gentlemen, if you
could give me a hand, we’ll use my cape as a bindle to carry our better-halves’
items.” Batman said, placing Diana’s boots in the middle of his cape.
Snake and Special
Agents Sullivan and Townshend joined him, adding Hawkgirl’s, Ms. Americana’s
and Flag Girl’s items to Wonder Woman’s on Batman’s cape; observed by
Agreus. Batman grabbed the four corners of his cape and tied them into a
knot. Standing up, he swung the makeshift bindle over his shoulder as if
it were feather-light.
Agreus temporarily
lost his balance, taken by a sense of vertigo.
“Agreus, are you
okay?” Special Agent Sullivan asked, walking to Agreus’ side, followed by
Batman, Snake and Townshend.
“I…I am fine, but
we must make haste; I’ve just had a vision…your lovers have escaped their
cells, and Nomios has awakened…transporting you here had depleted his powers
you see. He slept to replenish them…and your lovers are making their way
through the tunnels and straight into a trap!” Agreus said, steadying himself.
“Then let’s get a
move on, can you transport us to them Agreus?” Snake asked.
“Unfortunately, I
do not possess the power scepter my half-brother has at his disposition, but
there is an entrance to the tunnels…” Agreus said.
“The grotto at the
foot of the volcano, in the clearing?” Batman asked.
“Indeed it is
friend Bruce.” Agreus said.
“Then I know where
it is, follow me!” Batman said, carrying the bindle over his shoulder, leading
the way.
Chapter 10- Nomios the Fornicator
After walking for
what seemed to be like hours, Prince, Hol, Wade and King had arrived to the end
of the tunnel, which was blocked by a closed door.
“I can sense it
loud and clear now; the evil, lustful presence that kidnapped us lies behind
this door. I can’t help but detect a certain sense of familiarity now,
like an old threat often discussed on Themyscira; a danger to the Amazons’ honor
and virtue…if I could just put a name to it…” Prince said, looking worried.
“Sigh, it’s at
times like this that I curse my Aphrodite heritage…” Wade said, looking upset.
“But why Brenda?
You are tall, attractive, successful...” Hol said, wondering why such a
statuesque woman such as Brenda Wade should curse her heredity.
“Could it be the
Aphrodite curse? I have heard of it, but had yet to see such a case.”
Prince said, putting a comforting hand on Wade’s shoulder.
“In a sense,
yes. We’re about to face a sexual predator; and under stress, my body
generates Aphrodite Pheromones, which act as an airborne aphrodisiac.
When I’m alone with Quentin it’s not a problem; the pheromones make him
extra-passionate. When facing super-criminals though…” Wade said, her
voice trailing off.
“Let’s just say it
has been a hindrance in past missions, before Sully became our ad-hoc
technical advisor.” King said, with a nod.
“Ever heard of
sharks in a feeding frenzy? The super-criminals would go into a fucking
frenzy, pardon my language. The worst part is that the pheromones end
up affecting me too! So while it was in fact rape, and I wanted
it to stop, the pheromones clouded my judgement so badly that I couldn’t
stop myself…disgusting…and yes, thanks to Quentin’s
procedures and protocols, the occurrences are fewer and farther in
between. But I’ll reiterate, there is a sex predator on the
other side of that door…” Wade continued, breathing fast.
“Then your
pheromones could drive the sex predator into a frenzy and us along with
it; I see your point!” Hol said, with a thoughtful nod.
“If I had my magic
golden lasso I could give you a post-hypnotic suggestion to keep your stress at
a safe level, unfortunately, no such luck…” Prince said, hands on her hips.
“Hypnosis!
Great Galaxies I’m such a dummy! I was so focused on escaping that I
completely forgot! Quentin and I had been working on a self-hypnosis mantra to
do just that! Give me a few seconds to concentrate…” Wade said, with an
excited smile on her lips.
Breathing deeply
and slowly, Brenda Wade closed her eyes, reaching that inner space in which she
was at peace, and fully in control.
“My stress levels
are nil, I am in control. I love Quentin, Quentin loves me, my pheromones are
for him and him only. My stress levels are nil, I am in control. I love
Quentin, Quentin loves me, my pheromones are for him and him only. My stress
levels are nil, I am in control. I love Quentin, Quentin loves me, my
pheromones are for him and him only.” She repeated in her inner voice, a
serene expression on her face.
Finally, she opened
her eyes, with a bright smile on her face.
“There, I’m in full
control!” She said.
“Very well, so, are
we ready for this battle my sisters?” Prince asked.
“No…but that never stopped
us before!” Hol said, with a grin.
“Okay, so who will
do the…” King said, interrupted by Hol kicking the door open with an angry
grunt.
“…honors…never
mind!” King said, completing her sentence as they entered the throne room.
They stared in
disbelief at the hairy, naked man with horns protruding from his forehead,
sitting on the elevated throne. The room itself was gigantic, its entire
floor covered with a purple velvet mattress.
“Filthy pig’s fun
room no doubt…” Wade thought, disgusted.
“Welcome my
concubines! I am Lord Nomios, your master! Now begins your new life
of Arcadia; eternal sexual bliss with me! Now pay your master due
respect and bow before me!” Nomios clamored from his throne; unable to conceal
a nervous facial twitch.
“Nomios! I should
have recognized your filthy stench the moment I sensed it!
Hippolyta had warned us to avoid you like the plague!” Prince said,
recognizing their abductor.
“Hippolyta?
So I have an Amazon among my concubines! And you dare speak to me in that
tone? One who turned her back on Queen Hippolyta to take a man as a
mate? A disgraced Amazon throwing insults at me!” Nomios said, giggling
nervously.
“Mind your tongue,
you filthy animal! She’s not any Amazon! She’s Princess Diana, daughter
of Hippolyta, Goddaughter of Artemis!” Hol interjected, angry.
Nomios threw his
head back, now laughing uncontrollably.
“How
p-p-perfect! Hip-Hippolyta’s own daughter! Co-consider this your
p-p-punishment for turning on your mo-mo-mother then!” Nomios said,
laughing uncontrollably.
“My mother and I
have made our peace, and if she were to learn that you have taken us against
our will, an Amazon Army would be tearing you to pieces right now.” Prince
said, trying to keep her calm.
“BUT SHE ISN’T
LIKELY TO FIND OUT IS SHE? Now BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER!” Nomios screamed,
pounding his fist on the throne’s armrest, shaking his power scepter.
“IF YOU SERIOUSLY
THINK WE’RE JUST GONNA LIE DOWN AND SPREAD OUR LEGS OPEN FOR YOU, YOU’VE GOT
ANOTHER THING…” Hol shouted back, getting ready to take flight, but stopped by
Wade.
“Let me reason
with my sisters m’Lord!” Wade said, giving Shayera’s shoulder a firm
squeeze.
“Very well, but do
not abuse my patience!” Nomios replied, angry.
“Trust me Shayera,
we don’t know what powers he has at his disposition…Quentin gave the Legion
security procedures and protocols; and right now would be a good time to enact
them. Follow my lead, and when I give the signal, pounce.”
Wade said, in a low voice.
King smirked,
knowing what she had in mind. Prince and Hol nodded. They turned to
face Nomios.
“My sisters have
seen the error of their ways and bow to you. Please m’Lord, let me be the
first one to pleasure you…” Wade said, kneeling down, Prince, Hol and
King following suite.
They kowtowed, Hol
secretly fuming and using every ounce of self-control to keep her temper under
control. Wade then got to her hands and knees, and mustering the
sultriest look she could on her face, began crawling, hips swaying and breasts
dangling towards Nomios; who trembled in anticipation.
“She isn’t seriously
going to…” Hol whispered, turning her head to King.
“Shh…observe…”
King replied, smirking.
So they observed,
as Wade was now kneeling on the platform, pressing her massive G-cup breasts on
Nomios’ hairy thighs. Nomios observed with awe as Wade opened her mouth
exaggeratingly wide, teasing to engulf his stubby penis, moving close,
stopping, then moving back; making him utter a frustrated grunt. Unable
to wait any longer, Nomios thrust his hips upward, only to be rewarded with an
excruciatingly painful bite.
“Aaarggh! You
treacherous wench!” He shrieked, arching his back.
Wade released her
bite and followed up with a head butt to his nose, smashing it. Before he
could reach for his scepter, she grabbed him by the horns and threw him like a
rag doll to the middle of the floor.
“NOW!” Wade
shouted, then spitting the foul taste of Nomios’ pre-cum on the platform.
“Damn…and I thought
the Aberration tasted bad!” She thought, wiping her mouth.
Prince, Hol and King
stood up and ran towards Nomios. As he tried to stand up, he was knocked
back down by a jumping karate sidekick, courtesy of Dana King; who landed next
to his shaking body.
“Good one Dana!
Lemme try to top that!” Hol said, grinning.
She bent over, grabbing
Nomios by the throat with her left hand and his crotch with her right and
snatched him overhead with a loud grunt. In excruciating pain and
struggling to breathe, Nomios’ lips moved without making a sound. She
took a few steps for momentum and threw him with all her might towards the wall
left of the throne. Nomios’ limp body hit the wall with a dull thud and
collapsed to the mattress-covered floor.
“Good follow-up
Shayera! Hang on Diana, we have a special treat in store for you…” Wade
said, as she and King grabbed Nomios by the legs, dragging him to the center of
the throne room.
Holding his legs
spread open, they looked at Prince.
“Care for a game of
footballs Di?” Wade said, grinning at her own play on words.
“Ready for the
kick-off!” Prince said, delivering a powerful kick to Nomios’ crotch, that
would have killed the common mortal, but was still excruciatingly painful to
the immortal Satyr.
Rolling to his side
in fetal position, Nomios let in a loud painful gasp.
“Hurts doesn’t it?
Some studies suggest that the pain suffered by the average male when kicked in
the testicles would be similar to giving birth and having several bones broken
at the same time…judging by your reaction, I gather that a Satyr’s physiology
is quite similar to that of the average human male.” King said,
casting Nomios a disdainful look.
Prince rolled him
on his back with her foot and placed it on his throat.
“Well Nomios, have
you had enough or should we repeat the treatment? Send us home and the
pain stops.” Prince said, applying moderate pressure to his throat.
Still unable to
speak, Nomios raised his hands as a sign of submission. Prince removed
her foot from his throat, allowing him to roll on his stomach and get on his
hands and knees. Slowly, and breathing painfully, he crawled back to his
throne.
“We could have done
this pleasantly, but no you had to resort to violence…” Nomios thought,
humiliated and angry.
He climbed on the
platform and with great difficulty, sat on his throne. He reached for his
power scepter and pressed a crystal. A fine mist filled the throne room.
“This mist will
send you were you belong…right in my harem! I wanted you to be my
concubines, now you’ll be my slaves!” Nomios hissed, in a hoarse voice.
“Nomios, you treacherous
swine!” Prince shouted, before passing out from the Dionysus mist.
All four collapsed
to the mattress-covered floor; Hol’s wings folding behind her back.
Nomios kissed his power scepter, giggling nervously. He pressed another
crystal and shackles appeared through the mattress, near the wall to his left,
at the exact distance for all four women to be shackled down with their legs
spread open. He returned his scepter to its place on the armrest, stood
up, and grabbed Prince by the ankles, dragging her towards the shackles.
As he did so, he briefly debated whether or not he should take them while they
were still unconscious, but dismissed the thought.
“No, that wouldn’t
be as pleasurable…I need to feel them moving, squirming, shaking…I
need to hear them protesting, screaming…yes, after what they’ve done to
me I want them to be conscious while I ravish them, one after the
other!” Nomios thought, pre-cum oozing again from his glans in spite of his
aching balls.
Chapter 11 –the Cavalry
Following the glow
to the Bat-flashlight embedded in the buckle of the Bat-utility belt, Batman,
Special Agent Sullivan, Snake, Special Agent Townshend and Agreus were making
their way through the tunnels.
“Are you sure
you’re okay carrying that bindle Bruce? I can help if you need a break!”
Sullivan offered.
“I’m okay Quentin,
thanks for the offer…though we’re facing a dilemma, there’s a fork ahead of us;
do we take the right tunnel or the left one? We really can’t afford a
wrong turn right now.” Batman asked, as they paused.
“Hold up…here’s a
trick my old friend Réjeanne showed me…first you need an object that comes from
your true love…” Sullivan said, pulling his amulet from under his t-shirt.
He then pulled the
pouch of mojo powder from his jacket pocket and loosened the draw-strings,
opening it.
“Then, you sprinkle
a bit of mojo powder on said object…” He continued, taking a pinch of mojo
powder from the open pouch and sprinkling it on the amulet.
He pulled the
draw-strings tight, closing the pouch. He returned it to his jacket pocket
and moved his right hand in a circular motion around the amulet.
“Finally, recite
the appropriate incantation…direction, destination, la voie…direction,
destination, la voie…” Sullivan concluded, casting a guidance spell.
A bright blue light
emanated from the amulet, filling the entire tunnel, and then focusing on the
left tunnel opening of the fork.
“Miss Réjeanne’s
spells will always amaze me!” Townshend said, smiling.
“No kidding, I’ve
seen some pretty wild stuff from Zatanna and Dr. Fate, but this is…wow!”
Snake said, gape-mouthed.
“I always say I
hate magic, but I must admit this is a life-saver!” Batman said, indulging in a
subtle smile.
“Magic science
friend Bruce, magic science. Always remember, one man’s sorcery,
or magic, is another man’s religion; and one man’s religion is another man’s
science. Do you not secretly theorize that we Olympians are actually
extra-terrestrials with advanced technology?” Agreus said, eyebrows arched.
“Indeed I have…”
Batman and Sullivan answered simultaneously.
“What, you too?”
They said again, simultaneously, looking at each other with a grin.
They chuckled.
“At any rate, this magic
science is showing us the way, so we had better get moving. Any new
visions Agreus?” Batman asked, switching off his flashlight as it was no longer
needed.
“Allow me to
concentrate…yes my friends, we must pick up the pace. Your mates are
indeed quite powerful hand have given my half-brother quite a beating…but he
has subdued them with a Dionysus mist. Since he won’t ravish them
until they regain consciousness, we have twenty minutes to half an hour to
rescue them before he…” Agreus said, his voice trailing off.
“We get the picture
Agreus, like Batman said, let’s move!” Snake said.
“Take the lead
Quentin, we’ll follow.” Batman said.
Sullivan started
with a brisk walk, increasing the pace to a light jog.
“A sprint would get
us there quicker, but we don’t want to arrive winded out...”
Sullivan said, lightly panting.
“A good idea,
anyone unable to keep up?” Batman asked, his breathing sounding normal.
“Keep going, I’m
doing fine!” Snake said, keeping pace.
“Ditto here, no
worries!” Townshend said, a few steps behind Snake.
Chuckling quietly,
Agreus followed his friends effortlessly, levitating.
Meanwhile
Shackled to the
mattress-covered floor and suffering the effects of the Dionysus mist, Diana
Prince, Shayera Hol, Brenda Wade and Dana King slowly regained consciousness as
Nomios observed from his throne. Brenda Wade was first to come to.
“Nngh! Nngh! Damn
it!” She mumbled, struggling to move her arms and legs, and realizing
that she was shackled to the floor, in a vulnerable position.
She turned her head
to the left and saw King, still unconscious, her C-cup breasts rising and
falling with every breath.
“Dana…what mess
have we gotten ourselves into? Hurry up Quentin, now would be a good time!” She thought,
privately.
She turned her head
to the right, and noticed Hol lying next to her, wings spread at an angle that
must have felt uncomfortable, shackled in the same vulnerable position as she
and King were in; slightly snoring. She craned her neck and from her
vantage point, could barely see Prince lying next to Hol; and could only
presume that she was also shackled to the mattress-covered floor like they all
were.
“Awake my buxom
slave? Do not concern yourself, I will wait until you are all fully awake
before taking you like the whores you are!” Nomios said, standing up,
and making his way towards them.
“Only rogues and
scoundrels have intercourse with whores; are you saying you are one of
those?” Wade said, as calmly as she could.
Nomios scowled at
that remark.
“Petulant wench…ah,
I see our Amazon Princess is also coming to!” Nomios said, turning his
attention to Prince.
With a frustrated
grunt, the Amazon Princess also tried to move her arms and legs only to realize
that she as well was shackled.
“The physical
strength you wenches have displayed thus far will be of no use to you this
time. You are all at my mercy.” Nomios said, noticing
that Shayera and Dana were now also waking up.
“So that’s how you
claim your prize, you filthy, pathetic little man? With treachery
and shackles? Mortal men are miles above you!” Prince hissed, showing no
signs of fear or intimidation.
“Such bravado out
of a woman completely at my mercy…one who dared kick my virility and put
her foot on my throat! Well then slave, kiss my foot! Kiss
it! KISS IT!” Nomios shouted, placing his dirty, hoof-like foot over
Prince’s face.
Growling furiously,
Prince moved her head to the side, avoiding Nomios’ foot; then moved her head
back up, snapping her jaws; making Nomios jump back, startled.
“A biter eh?
First the one with the Aphrodite curves and now you? Time for a lesson in
obedience…what if I were to bite that sensitive spot between your
legs?” Nomios said, with a devilish grin, kneeling between Prince’s open legs.
“I swear Nomios!
Hera have mercy on you when we get our hands free! What we did to
you before you sedated us will be like a walk in Elysium in comparison!”
Prince hissed.
“Just make sure to leave
us some Diana!” Wade added.
“It would be a pleasure
to kick his balls in!” King said.
“And then rip
his sack off and shove it down his throat!” Hol added.
Knelt between
Prince’s legs, Nomios threw his head back, laughing uncontrollably. After
what seemed to be a few minutes, he regained his composure, wiping tears from
his eyes.
“Ah, I haven’t yet ravished
any of you, but still you are providing me with great entertainment!
Feel free to try and break out of those shackles, all you will accomplish are bruised
wrists and ankles! This is the same metal Hephaestus uses in the
Amazon armors and bracelets!” Nomios said, his attention momentarily distracted
from Prince’s clitoris.
“Virtually
unbreakable, I agree…though Shayera’s N’th metal mace has done a good job
cracking an Amazon shield during a sparring session! Your time of
reckoning is imminent Nomios!” Prince said, casting him a disgusted look.
“How you waste your
breath stalling…unless you haven’t noticed, you are all naked and
unarmed! As I said: totally at my mercy!” Nomios said, now
staring lustfully at Prince’s pussy.
Engrossed in his
hubris, Nomios never noticed the secret door behind his throne opening.
As he slid down onto his stomach and rested on his elbows, giving the Amazon
Princess’ Brazilian-waxed pussy a closer look, he was beyond caring that four
angry heroes were now gathering next to his throne.
As he brought his
face closer to her crotch, inhaling her scent, teasing the promised bite to her
clitoris, he paused; enjoying the sight of her squirming, trying to move her
pelvis sideways. A whirring sound, familiar to Prince and Hol, was heard
and within seconds, Nomios was knocked sideways, over Prince’s shapely right
leg and on his back; writhing in pain. The Amazon Princess smiled,
as she recognized the shape of an electrified Batarang bouncing off the side of
Nomios’ head, chipping his horn.
“That’s close
enough Satyr, back off!” Batman’s gravelly voice clamored from the
platform.
Chapter 12 – The Rescue
“Go, free your
mates; the winged one’s mace is the only substance that can break those
shackles. I shall keep my half-sibling busy.” Agreus said, his feet now
touching the ground.
With a nod, Batman,
Snake, Special Agents Sullivan and Townshend walked towards their shackled lovers
at a brisk pace. Nomios slowly got back to his feet, wobbly legged, taking a
few stumbling steps away from his shackled prisoners and towards the intruders.
“What…wait…stay…stay
away from my concubines…” Nomios stammered, still feeling the after
effects of the electrified Batarang, observing Batman, Snake, Sullivan and
Townshend walking past him.
Snake stopped in
his tracks, furious at Nomios for referring to Shayera as a ‘concubine’.
As Nomios straightened up, Snake kicked him in the gut, doubling him over, and
then leveled him with a karate chop to the nape of the neck.
“Concubines
eh? Motherfucker…” Snake growled, now making his way towards the
prisoners.
With an amused look
on his face, Agreus observed his half-brother crawling in the direction of his
throne. He stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Nomios
recognized the hoof-like feet in front of him and looked up, with an annoyed
look on his face.
“Agreus…I
should have known Lucifer would send his favorite pet after me…with a
crew of rescuers no less.” Nomios said, shaking his head.
“Here my brother,
allow me to help you to your feet…indeed I was sent to retrieve you; but the
credit is all yours in bringing these men to your domain. Did it not
strike you as strange that the Eros pulse was this powerful across the
Multiverse from four women reaching orgasm at the same time?” Agreus said,
extending his hand to Nomios.
As Agreus
distracted Nomios, Batman, Snake, Special Agent Sullivan and Special Agent
Townshend got busy freeing Prince, Hol, Wade and King.
“Bruce my love,
your sense of timing is impeccable!” Prince said, smiling.
“I would have been
even better if we had gotten here earlier…” Batman said, putting the
cape-bindle on the mattress-covered floor, untying the corners.
“Nice shot on the
perv Steven! You haven’t lost your touch!” Hol said, with a grin.
“He just rubbed me
the wrong way…we’ll have you fine ladies freed in a jiffy, according to our
friend Agreus, your N’th metal mace is the one thing that can break those
shackles!” Snake said, smiling; his eyes glued to Hol’s naked body.
“And we have all
your Super Heroine gear, as soon as you’re free, that perv Nomios is getting a
lesson he’ll never forget!” Special Agent Sullivan said, his eyes glued to
Wade’s body, feeling a bit uncomfortable to be in front of four gorgeous naked
ladies.
“Quentin, as
embarrassed as I am to be found naked and in a vulnerable position; Great
Galaxies am I ever happy to see you!” Wade said, with a bright smile on her
face.
“And I you Chris!
For a minute there I thought I’d never see you again!” King said, repressing a
sob.
“You really think a
small thing like the Multiverse could keep us apart?” Special Agent Townshend
said, with a wink.
Nomios stared at
Agreus, with a mixture of anger and confusion.
“What are you
talking about? Four women were brought to my underground chambers, not men!”
Nomios said, annoyed at Agreus’ permanent grin.
“I see, and these
women, did you personally, physically retrieve them from the surface;
one by one, or did you use another spell from your power scepter?” Agreus
asked, with a smug look on his face.
The flustered look
on Nomios’ face was all the answer Agreus needed.
“You transported
them here with their mates, could not be bothered to take a head count and you
blame me for having a group of angry men coming to the rescue of their
loved ones? Has your hubris really made you this short-sighted?”
Agreus continued, buying his friends more time.
With the cape
bindle open on the mattress-covered floor, Batman reached for Hawkgirl’s N’th
metal mace and looked at Snake.
“Care to do the
honors Steven?” Batman asked, handing Snake the mace.
“Gladly Bruce!”
Snake said, nodding as he took the mace.
Snake moved towards
Hol and knelt next to her.
“No Steven, free
Diana first; she’s the most powerful one of us!” Hol said, smiling.
Snake could feel
his face blushing under his mask.
“I…Bruce…perhaps you
should…” He stammered, looking at Batman.
“It’s alright
Steven, get a grip! Yes, our lovers are dressed in nothing more than
their birthday suits, and yes, they are irresistibly attractive.
We’re all adults here, just break those shackles so they can get dressed!”
Batman said, calmly, allowing a subtle, amused smirk to grace his lips.
Prince, Hol, Wade
and King giggled charmingly at Snake’s embarrassment.
“I won’t be jealous
if you look at Diana’s body Steven, I promise, just break those shackles
already!” Hol said, snickering.
Snake sighed and
nodded, moving next to Prince and kneeling next to her right wrist.
“A little love
tap right here on the shackle’s keyhole ought to do the trick…” Snake
mumbled, positioning the mace over the right wrist’s shackle eyes focused on
the task at hand; in spite of Batman and Hol’s statement that it was okay to
look.
Nomios limped past
Agreus, his eyes never leaving the sight of his half-brother.
“As usual, the
sound of your voice aggravates me…so I’ll grant you that I made a few strategic
errors. Those mortal men are primitive and ultimately unworthy
of these women. They are but a pimple on my rear end and shall be
disposed of accordingly. As far as Lucifer goes; I’m never going
back. I shall resume my life of Arcadia right here; with my
lovely concubines satisfying my every sexual whim.” Nomios said.
“You forget, my
dear half-brother, I have the power of prophecy. I know exactly
how this will turn out…agreed things can change in the blink of an eye, but I
can say with certitude that you will not be successful in keeping these
women captive as your sex slaves.” Agreus said, smirking, Prince, Hol, Wade and
King now free and getting dressed as Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Ms. Americana and
Flag Girl.
“A wager I am
willing to take…never underestimate the power of despair Agreus. What I
fail to understand is how you could side with Lucifer when we fought him side
by side with Hades.” Nomios said, slowly shuffling his feet towards his throne.
“The same Hades
that got us both in this predicament? The same Hades whose name you have
been cursing since being condemned to a Chamber of Sin? You were a
fool not to join me. That entire war was because the Eternal One had
dubbed Lucifer the guardian of the Dark Dimension with the promise of redemption
if he was successful. His redemption would mean Arcadia to you and
I; but you were too blinded by anger and lust to see reason. And now…your
victims have become your accusers.” Agreus said, looking at his friends.
Batman, Wonder
Woman, Hawkgirl, Snake, Ms. Americana, Special Agent Sullivan, Flag Girl and
Special Agent Townshend were standing with their arms crossed, looking furious.
Chapter 13- The Reckoning
Nomios cast a bored
glance at Batman, Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Snake, Ms. Americana, Special Agent
Sullivan, Flag Girl and Special Agent Townshend and shrugged dismissively.
“He’s taking this much
too well…stay on your guards.” Batman said.
“Agreed…whatever
you do, keep him away from that…” Wonder Woman began, stopping in mid-sentence
as Nomios bolted towards his throne.
Before a Batarang
could be thrown or the magic Golden Lasso of truth could be deployed, Nomios
grabbed his power scepter; tripped over his own feet and tumbled to the
mattress-covered floor, never dropping the scepter. With a maniacal
smile, Nomios pressed a power crystal.
“Violence
again? Time for me to call in reinforcements! Arise my mercenaries!
Alexon! Archilochus! Charidemus! Memnon! Proxenus! Xenias! Clearchus!
Pythagoras! Arise!” Nomios clamored, as one by one, each mercenary was
brought back from the afterlife.
Agreus observed
with an amused smirk; aware of the inevitable outcome. Nomios stood up
and climbed on the platform.
“I have brought you
back from Tartarus with the promise of Elysium should you succeed in
your mission; slay the men and capture the women! Bring the women
back to me naked and mostly unharmed! I promise you each an island
on this planet with nubile concubines of your own!” Nomios bellowed.
The mercenaries
shouted their approval with a repeated loud “HOY!” raising their swords, as
Nomios sat on his throne.
“Everyone pick a
dance partner and avoid those swords, I wouldn’t put it past any of them
to have covered the blades with urine or pig’s fat; if they don’t kill you, the
resulting infection will. And while I hate to say this, lethal force, they
will kill you without a second thought.” Wonder Woman said, as the
mercenaries cheered their new leader.
“Seeing that
they’ve already been dead, we’d be doing them a favor!” Special Agent Sullivan
mumbled, smirking.
“Flag Girl, any
special weapons other than your fighting skills?” Batman asked.
“Actually…no…” Flag
Girl replied, as Sullivan and Townsend pulled their Glocks out of the holsters.
Batman pulled a set
of Bat-brass knuckles from his utility belt and handed them to Flag Girl.
“That button on the
side delivers a taser charge. Like the Princess said, avoid that blade
and zap-em good!” Batman said.
“Thanks Batman!”
Flag Girl said, Special Agent Townshend giving him a thankful look.
“Here Chris,
courtesy of Wade Enterprises…this clip is loaded with raw iron bullets.
If those goons are demonic entities, they’ll crumble to dust when they’re hit!”
Special Agent Sullivan said, pulling a clip from his jacket pocket and handing
it to Special Agent Townshend.
“What about you
Sully? Won’t you need those bullets?” Special Agent Townshend replied,
ejecting his Glock’s clip to load the new one.
“Raw iron bullets
is all I’ve been using for some time, given the nature of assignments I’ve been
handling as of late!” Special Agent Sullivan replied.
Special Agent
Townshend nodded, loading the new clip.
“And Brenda, I know
you’re a skilled fighter, and that mega belt gives you super-human strength,
but all the same…” Special Agent Sullivan began, but was interrupted by a firm
kiss.
“I love you too
Quentin, don’t worry, I will be careful!” Ms. Americana said, in a husky
voice that made the hair at the back of his neck stand straight.
“And that goes
double for you missy! You’ve laid me flat on my arse more than once when
we sparred, and those taser brass knuckles are a sweet weapon, but…” Special
Agent Townshend added, also interrupted by Flag Girl, firmly planting a kiss on
his lips.
“Message received
Chris; you be careful too!” Flag Girl said with a seductive wink, as the
mercenaries now turned around to look at their opponents.
“ATTACK, MY
BRETHREN! ATTACK!” Alexon the mercenary shouted, pointing his sword towards the
heroes.
“That would be our
cue.” Batman said, pulling another electrified Batarang from his utility belt.
Wonder Woman and
Hawkgirl took flight, taking aim at Alexon and Archilochus. Confused at
seeing opponents with power of flight, Alexon and Archilochus took a few wild
swings with their swords; Alexon’s drawing sparks as it grazed Wonder Woman’s
bracelets, while Archilochus’ was knocked clean out of his hands by Hawkgirl’s
mace. Batman’s electrified Batarang whirred through the air,
hitting Charidemus between the eyes, the electrical charge making him twitch
violently before crumbling to dust on the mattress-covered floor.
“That would be an affirmative
on the demonic entity question Sully!” Special Agent Townshend said, taking aim
at Memnon while Wonder Woman delivered a powerful kick at the back of Alexon’s
head, knocking it clean off, also making him crumble to dust.
“Agreed Chris, open
fire, be careful not to hit our people in the cross-fire!” Special Agent Sullivan
said, taking aim at Proxenus, while Hawkgirl’s mace made Archilochus’ head
explode like a ripe watermelon.
Sullivan and
Townshend opened fire on Memnon and Proxenus, who simply stared with a confused
look on their faces as the raw iron bullets did their work. Snake tucked
and rolled near Xenias’ feet who swung his sword and missed. Snake
followed through with a kick to the back of Xenias’ knee, taking him
down. Snake removed his right glove, and grabbed Xenias by the nape of
the neck with his paralyzing gel-covered hand; the otherwise non-lethal venom
instantly killing Xenias, making him crumble to dust as well.
“That was a
fluke…the venom isn’t lethal…” Snake mumbled as Xenias crumbled to dust.
Hawkgirl landed next to Snake, giving him a discreet kiss on the cheek.
“Good work baby
doll, you had me worried for a second!” She said.
“I wasn’t, Agreus’
prophecy is coming true: we’re winning!” He said, kissing her lips.
Ms. Americana and
Flag Girl walked cautiously towards Clearchus and Pythagoras, who stood
motionless, observing the other mercenaries being severely defeated.
Clearchus and Pythagoras looked at each other, then at the two angry women
coming towards them and drew their swords. Clearchus and Pythagoras took
a swing at each other, cleanly lopping off each other’s heads.
“Now that was kind
of anticlimactic!” Flag Girl said.
“I know, I kind of
feel disappointed, go figure!” Ms. Americana said.
Before Nomios could
react, another Batarang flew through the air, knocking his scepter out of his
hands, followed by Wonder Woman’s Magic Golden Lasso tightening up around his
upper body.
“THIS ENDS NOW
NOMIOS!” Wonder Woman screamed, furious.
“Hades…how I
loathe you…I should have listened to father and remained on my
pasture…tending to my flock, making love to my Nymphs, living in Arcadia…but
you convinced us to join the fight against Lucifer…over what? Fire
and brimstone? Eternal darkness? I curse your name for eternity Hades!
Curse you, Curse Lucifer and that pointless war!” Nomios said, in prey
of the Lasso of Truth.
“Trying to talk you
way out of this Nomios? Can’t you see you’ve lost?” Sullivan said, with a
shrug.
“Actually, under
Princess Diana’s Lasso of Truth, my half-brother cannot lie. We were
indeed talked into an unjust demonic war.” Agreus said.
“I…hate to admit
it, but I should have followed my sibling’s path, follow the path of
redemption and salvation…but my own fury and lust became my undoing…condemned
to eternity in a Chamber of Sin…chained to a wall while Nymphs, fallen
Amazons and well-endowed mortal females engaged in an eternal lesbian orgy; taunting,
teasing, never relieving my sexual needs and unable to do it myself…”
Nomios said, in a monotonous drone.
“Wow, talk about
cruel and unusual punishment!” Townshend said.
“Agreed Chris,
remind me to go to Church this Sunday Shay!” Snake added, unable to repress a
shiver, doing the sign of the Cross.
“Damn it, I
actually feel sorry for him! Now I’m not suggesting that we relieve
his sexual tension, but if he managed to escape once, he’ll do it again;
and his next kidnapees might not be trained crime fighters with powerful
boyfriends like ours! Isn’t there a better solution than to drag
him back to the Dark Dimension?” Flag Girl asked.
“Indeed Dana King,
there is. Zeus came out of hiding and asked for an audience with the Eternal
One to plead for Agreus and Nomios.” A new feminine voice clamored.
They turned and
recognized Enyo, who stood before them with a subtle smile. Agreus knelt
down and bowed.
“Enyo, you
certainly took your sweet time to make your appearance!” Sullivan said,
smirking.
“You two are
acquainted?” Wonder Woman asked, with a curious frown.
“Indeed,
Themysciran Princess. Quentin Sullivan, Brenda Wade, Dana King and Christopher
Townshend have been quite helpful in returning escaped souls of the damned
where they belong. We are quite indebted…please Agreus, stand up; you
have done very well. While we cannot release you, we have obtained a commuted
sentence. Nomios, if you agree, there is a place for you in what mortals
call purgatory…there are plenty of Nymphs there ready and willing to fulfill
your needs. But you must promise never to escape again. If you
do, it’s back to a Chamber of Sin with you; this time for good.”
Enyo said, casting a stern look at Nomios.
“I agree mistress
Enyo, anything, anything is better than a Chamber of Sin, to be reunited
with my Nymphs is all I ever wanted!” Nomios said, in a sobbing voice.
“Then so be it!”
Enyo said, in a powerful voice.
Agreus and Nomios
disappeared from thin air, leaving Wonder Woman’s Magic Golden Lasso to fall
limply on the throne.
“My friends, thanks
again for another assist in retrieving an escapee, and my Master apologizes for
the inconveniences Nomios has caused you. This island is predator free,
has plenty of drinkable water, and can sustain life from its flora and from the
abundant fish in the ocean. I know that you hardly ever take any time
off, so please, enjoy some vacation time on this island. When you are
ready to return to your normal lives, just agree as a couple that it’s time to
leave, and you shall return. Be well my friends!” Enyo said, before
disappearing in a flash of light.
“Sounds good to
me! Wouldn’t you agree Bruce?” Wonder Woman said, casting Batman a loving
look, putting her hands on his muscular chest.
“And to me
girlfriend, Quentin’s made great efforts to take time off and relax, but
this…this is another level of relaxation! No phones, no emergencies, the
She-Legion is fully staffed and in good hands…” Ms. Americana chimed in; teasingly
ruffling Sullivan’s hair; pressing her massive chest against his muscular right
shoulder.
“Ditto with the
Justice League, I for one would appreciate some quality, uninterrupted alone
time with Steven!” Hawkgirl said, smiling, wrapping her arms around Snake’s
muscular right arm.
“What do you say
Chris? An opportunity to kick back and have fun without the tequila side
effects!” Flag Girl said, throwing her arms around Townshend’s neck, planting a
passionate kiss on his lips.
“I think Chris
would agree that taking advantage of Enyo’s offer would be a fabulous
idea! Wouldn’t you agree Steven?” Batman said, wrapping his arms around
Wonder Woman’s waist, holding her tight.
“Wholeheartedly
Bruce, wholeheartedly!” Sullivan said, smiling, putting his right arm around
Ms. Americana’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Any time the
prospect of spending uninterrupted time with Shayera pops up, I’m definitely
game!” Snake said, wiggling his right arm from her hug, so he could pull off
her helmet. He then kissed her forehead, eyes, nose and lips.
Townshend and Flag
Girl kept on kissing, his only contribution to the discussion being him
extending his arm and giving everyone a thumbs’ up.
Chapter 14 – A taste of Arcadia
Batman, Wonder
Woman, Snake, Hawkgirl, Sullivan, Ms. Americana, Townshend and Flag Girl
emerged from the grotto and into the clearing. Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl,
Ms. Americana and Flag Girl inhaled deeply, enjoying the feel of the sun on
their skin as well as the fragrant topical breeze.
“I don’t want to
sound overly dramatic, but breathing outside air and feeling the sun on my
skin…I’ll never say anything is better than sex, but it comes pretty close!”
Flag Girl said, with a cherubic smile on her face, letting out a satisfied
sigh.
“I know what you
mean Dana, we’ve all been in tight spots before, faced death even; but
for a moment there, I thought I’d never see the light of day again…but I never
lost faith that Steven would show up with Bruce…with the addition of Quentin
and Chris, the cavalry was quite impressive!” Hawkgirl said, giving Snake’s
left hand an affectionate squeeze.
“Faith Shay?
Did my ears deceive me, my atheist girlfriend said she had faith?”
Snake said, teasingly, garnering chuckles from Batman, Wonder Woman, Sullivan,
Ms. Americana, Townshend and Flag Girl.
Hawkgirl jokingly
punched him on the shoulder.
“Faith in you
funny guy! Besides, after being exposed to so many supernatural entities,
I’d be a fool to deny there may be an afterlife, and I’m open to the idea of a
Benevolent Overseer of all Universes…” Hawkgirl said, snickering at the sight
of Snake rubbing his shoulder where she had hit him.
“Damn, and here I
thought I was rubbing off on you!” Snake said, smirking.
Hawkgirl stepped
behind him, deploying her wings, and wrapped her arms around his torso.
Teasingly, she pressed her perky B-cuppers on his back, discretely rubbing them
against it; feeling her own nipples getting hard. In spite of the fabric
of their uniforms, the feel of her breasts pressed against his back, rubbing
and teasing, always made him feel weak in the knees.
“Not as much as I’d
like Casanova! Here, show me that spot on the beach where you thought
we’d had beach sex?” She said, taking flight with him.
“You know, that
sounds pretty good to me, how about you show me that lagoon you mentioned to me
Quentin?” Ms. Americana asked, taking Sullivan by the hand.
“With pleasure
Brenda, first we take that pathway through the woods and make our way to the
northeast point.” Sullivan said, pointing towards the pathway through the woods.
“That lake you
described at the top of the volcano sounds pretty sweet Chris, I’d love to see
it and take a dip; I still feel pretty sweaty and sticky.” Flag Girl said.
“Absolutely my
love! Same pathway through the woods, then we make a sharp left, follow the
shoreline and we’ll find a walkable, gentle slope taking us to the top!”
Townshend said, smiling, offering his arm to Flag Girl who wrapped her arms
around it with a charming smile.
As they made their
way towards the pathway, Batman gave Wonder Woman an embarrassed look.
“What’s the matter
Bruce?” She asked, with a curious frown.
“Well…I woke up here,
in this clearing…hardly the most romantic setting!” He said, with a shrug.
With the most
disarmingly seductive smile on her face, she reached for his cowl, pulling it
back. Tenderly, she kissed him, her tongue parting his lips, teasing his,
prompting it to be the welcome invader of her mouth. He wrapped his arms around
her, gladly losing himself in the moment. After what felt like several
long minutes, they came up for air, chuckling.
“Wherever we can be
together and undisturbed is romantic enough for me Bruce! In fact, this
very clearing reminds me of a similar place in Themyscira!” She said, smiling.
“Do tell Princess?”
He replied, eyebrows arched, also smiling.
“Only if you
promise not to go on a tirade that my being molded from the Clay of Life by my
mother is an allegory of my actual birth, tough guy! That being said, I did
have a childhood and I was a little girl once…who stopped aging around
the time I turned 21; like all Amazons.” She said, teasingly tapping her index
finger on his chest.
Grinning, he nodded
sheepishly, still holding her.
“I promise
Princess, I’m all ears!” He said.
She smiled,
reaching behind her back for his wrists, gently releasing his hug. She
wrapped her left arm behind his back and pointed at the tall, lush grass in the
clearing.
“When I was a
child, I loved to hide in the tall grass with my sisters Adoni, Callidora,
Danae and Hebe! We would watch through the tall grass, as Mother’s guards were
looking for us, trying hard not to giggle!” She said, smiling fondly at the
memory.
“Ah, so the young
Amazon Princess was a sneaky little rascal as a child!” He said, teasingly.
She laughed
good-heartedly.
“You have no idea!
As soon as we thought the guards had finally given up, we would lie on
our backs and stare at the sky, marveling at the seagulls in flight; wondering
how wonderful it would be to fly, to feel that unlimited sense of freedom…not
realizing that we too would be able to fly once our powers would manifest
themselves…” She said, her voice trailing off, feeling a bit nostalgic.
He wrapped his
right arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He kissed her earlobe,
making her gasp, and then kissed his way down to the base of her jaw, then
behind her ear and down her neck, giving her goosebumps, making her nipples
hard and her pussy wet.
“Oh Bruce…” She
said, breathless, turning to face him, reaching for his cape at the shoulders,
pulling it over his head, letting it fall to the ground.
With the impatience
usually displayed by lustful teenagers eager for their first sexual encounter,
Bruce and Diana stripped at double speed, and then stood face to face,
buck-naked in the clearing, panting.
“What…what’s the
matter with us? This isn’t the first time we see each other naked,
let alone make love…” he said, bemused.
“It is however the
first time we would be making love out in the open, with the risk of
someone walking in on us; though I’m sure our friends will be similarly busy…”
she said, taking a few steps towards the discarded Bat-cape, laying it flat on
the grassy ground.
She sat down, and
laid back on her elbows, legs slightly spread open to give him a hint of her
bald pussy, which was dripping wet by that point. She cast him that
lustful, sultry look, which she knew he could never resist. Without any
hesitation, he went down on his hands and knees, positioning himself on top of
her. She slid down on her back and wrapped her legs around his waist, but
rather than penetrating her hot core, he began dry-humping her clitoris with
his erection; using her love juice as lubrication, enjoying the feel of her
Brazilian-waxed pubis against his glans.
“Ooohhh…very nice
Mr. Wayne, and sensual… a variation of the underutilized Clam position
from the Kamasutra; me likey, such a tease!” she said, her voice
rendered hoarse from pleasure.
“Those books in my
study aren’t there just for show Princess, I actually do read them!” he
said, in a low, warm voice that gave her shivers.
He varied cadence
and pressure, enjoying the sight of the ecstasied look on her face, moaning
their pleasure in unison. After a few minutes, he stopped, momentarily
keeping her in a state of suspense.
“Well?
What are you waiting f…OOOOOH!” she said, shouting out of surprise and pleasure
as he finally inserted his manhood into her, in a swift, powerful thrust.
He remained deep in
her for a few seconds, savoring the tight, warm, wet sensation. Then, he slowly
began pulling out until only his glans was in, stopped, and then slid back in
all the way; equally slowly, reveling in the sensuality.
“Oh Bruce, that’s so
hot… tease me like this my love, that feels so good!” she said,
her voice taking an uncharacteristic squeaky tone.
“Time for a change
of pace then…” He said, smirking; repeating the process several times;
gradually faster.
He then pulled out,
grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her stomach.
“Raise that
gorgeous ass of yours a bit…” he said, feeling his heart racing.
Snickering, she complied.
He straddled her legs just below her firm ass and leaned forward, putting his
weight on his hands and knees and directed his cock towards her pussy.
“Lazy doggy
now, tough guy?” she asked, smiling.
“You bet!” he
replied, sliding back into her, with the same slow, teasing thrust; making her
grunt loudly.
“Faster Bruce, harder…soft
and gentle is nice foreplay, but I’m not made of porcelain; do me fast and
hard, I can take it!” she said, her voice once more taking its lustful,
husky character.
“As you wish…with great
pleasure!” he said, rocking his hips gradually faster and harder.
“Oh…OH…OH…OH YES!
Bruce…BRUCE…BRUCE! Hera I’m cummiiiiiiing!” She moaned loudly as
waves of pleasure washed over her; shaking uncontrollably from her orgasm.
Her vaginal muscles
contracted forcefully, grabbing onto his shaft. She pressed her firm ass
into his crotch as she shook with post-orgasmic convulsions, wanting to return
the favor.
“Cream my ass
Bruce, do it, DO IT!” she commanded, wanting to feel his orgasm on top of
hers.
“Oh my God Diana, I
can’t hold back!” he said in a single breath, pulling out.
He fulfilled her
request, showering her shapely ass and lower back with his hot cum; making her
coo in delighted surprise. She slid down to her stomach, and he laid down
next to her. They held each other, cuddling up.
“Alfred’s going to
have one heck of a time cleaning up that cape!” she said, snickering.
“The sonic cleaner
takes care of that, and besides, he’s seen worse!” he said, smiling.
“I bet!” she said,
grinning.
They kissed.
Meanwhile, on the
beach, Snake and Hawkgirl enjoyed a few tender moments of their own; making out
like carefree teenagers. His mask was pulled back but his gloves stayed
on, for fear that his gel-covered hands might cause her temporary paralysis;
and one such occurrence was quite enough. Her helmet and mace were also
similarly discarded, her attention fully taken by the man she loved. She
interrupted their kissing, casting him an affectionate look.
“This is nice, but
it’s getting a bit warm under the sun; you’re very sweaty!” she said, wiping
his forehead with her fingers.
“I’m just concerned
of what would happen if I take those gloves off…” he said, wanting nothing more
than to feel her body with his bare hands but afraid of the consequences.
“You usually wash
the curare gel off with soap and water or with a saline solution…plenty
of salt water right in front of us Casanova! I could use a dip myself to
cool off, and by the looks of it, so could you! Once we’ve cooled off and
your hands are clean from that paralyzing gel, I want you to fuck-my-brains-out!”
she said, her green eyes burning their way straight to his soul.
She sat up, tapped
a button on the molecular shifter on her belt and retracted her wings to
sub-molecular level. Then, she stood up and pulled her top over her head with
ease, dropping it near her helmet and mace. He also stood up and dropped
his gloves to the sandy ground and then toed off his boots. She sat down
and proceeded to remove her own boots as he peeled out of his Snake suit, his
sweaty skin making it hard to remove; but still managed to wiggle out of
it. She stood back up, turned her back to him, and sensually bent over to
remove her tights, teasingly wiggling her muscular butt at him.
“You are one
seriously scorching hot woman Shayera Hol!” he said, his mouth feeling
dry, his cock standing at attention.
“You’re pretty hot
yourself Steven Quinn! And I see the training sessions with Bruce, Jason,
Dick and Tim are really paying off! You’ve always been muscular, but
you’ve been looking extra ripped as of late!” she said, feeling equally
aroused.
“Flattery will get
you everywhere, my fiery redheaded goddess! So how about that skinny dip
baby girl?” he said with a smile, flexing his biceps.
“Catch this goddess
if you can, muscle man!” she said, snickering as she darted towards the clear,
wavy water.
Laughing, he ran
after her and they dove in the refreshing sea water.
“Whoa that feels
amazing!” she said, emerging from the cool water, standing on the firm, smooth
mud.
He cast her an
admiring look, as water glistened on her wet, sexy body; her fiery mane wet and
slicked back. Small waves caressed her lower back at regular intervals,
bringing an ecstasied expression on her face.
“You said it angel
girl! Let me make sure my hands are gel-free…thank God the curare derivate is bio-degradable…”
he replied, bending forward, rubbing his hands under water.
“Come Casanova,
after being exposed to Nomios’ disgusting dick, I’m in serious need of Steven
therapy!” she said, taking him by the hand, leading him out of the water.
“I’m just glad the
disgusting swine didn’t turn you off sex for good!” he said, with an angry
scowl.
“Baby, the only
thing that could turn me off having sex with you is if you ever neglected your personal
hygiene! And even then, I’d probably force-wash you before having my
way with you!” she said, with a seductive wink.
They made their way
back to the sandy shore, and with a mischievous grin, she grabbed him by the
shoulders, steadying him.
“Let’s test that
increased physical strength of yours Steven, catch my legs!” she said, taking a
few steps back and then performing a cartwheel towards him.
He caught her legs
just below the buttocks, marveling on how flexible she was.
“That’s right baby,
now slide it in me!” she said, bent over backwards, teasingly wiggling
her pelvis.
He nodded, bending
his knees and maneuvering her pelvis to the appropriate angle. After
missing her vulva a few times by a few millimeters, he finally hit the
proverbial bull's-eye, gasping at the feel of her hot, tight and wet pussy.
“Nnnuuuuuhhhh…yeah
Steven…like that!” she moaned, her arms beginning to tremble.
He rocked his
pelvis back and forth, savoring every second of contortionist sex with the lovely
Shayera Hol. After a minute or so, he cast her a concerned look.
“Are you okay
Shay? You don’t look very comfortable!” he said, not daring to piston too
hard into her in that position.
“In fact, this is
getting a bit uncomfortable, keep your knees bent and brace yourself, I’m
coming up!” she said.
She performed a
sit-up and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting the gravity pull more of
Steven’s cock deep within her pussy, grunting loudly.
“Ughhh…Diana’s
right, this is intense! I love it! Kiss me!” she commanded,
as she grinded her clit against his pubis, rubbing her perky B-cuppers against
his muscular upper body.
Their lips
connected, tongues fiercely rubbing against each other as he firmly grabbed her
buttocks, pulling her in closer.
“Oh my God that is
intense! Bruce has unbelievable self-control to do this without
prematurely shooting his load…damn, I’m needing every bit of
self-control not to cum in Shay’s pussy! Breathe slowly, just a bit
longer…based on the intensity of her moaning and her increasing body tremors,
she’s just about to…” he thought, concentrating as they French-kissed.
He squeezed her
buttocks a bit harder, his right hand’s middle finger accidentally brushing
against her anus.
“Hmmmhhh….Hmmmhhh….hmmmuuuhhh!
Oh yes…OH YES! Stick a finger in my ass Steven, STICK A FINGER IN MY ASS!
I’M CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNG!” She shouted, as Steven obeyed her command,
inserting the tip of his middle finger in her anus, lubricated by her own love
juice dripping from her pussy.
She threw her head
back, shouting orgasmically, her legs tightening around his muscular waist as
she reached a thunderous orgasm. After a few moments, she laid her head
on his chest and released her body-scissors, letting her legs hang down.
He bent his knees a
bit lower, allowing her feet to touch the sandy ground, and gently pulled his
penis out of her vagina and the tip of his finger out of her anus.
Trembling, she reveled in the afterglow of her orgasm for a few moments longer;
leaning against him, feeling wobbly-legged.
“You…you didn’t
cum yet baby…your turn now! I want you to rub your dick against my butt
crack and shoot your load on my asshole; I wanna feel it Steven, DO
IT!” she said, in a panting, husky voice.
She took a few
steps towards the brush and leaned forward against a palm tree, sticking her
shapely, muscular ass up; still catching her breath. He stepped behind her,
grabbed her by the hips and proceeded to dry-hump her butt crack, first slowly,
then increasingly faster; until he reached a furious pace, sweating profusely,
on the verge of losing control.
“Oh yeah…oh yeah
Shayera! I’m gonna cum! I’m GONNA CUM!” he said, grabbing his shaft
to aim his orgasm at her anus, as she had requested.
“Oh yeah cum
Steven, CUM! CUM! Feels so good! So hot and wet on my ass! CUM!”
she quipped, cheering him on.
After several hot,
sticky salvos, Quinn also leaned forward over Hol’s body and held onto the palm
tree for balance.
“Oh my God Shay
that was so hot! I think we both need another dip in the ocean to clean
up though!” he said, panting.
She snickered as
they straightened up.
“Sounds good baby
doll, and afterwards, how about we nap in the shade of those bent palm trees
over there? I could sure use a nap!” she said, taking him by the hand.
“Napping with you
in my arms? You got yourself a deal!” he said, following her.
Smiling, she led
him back to the water.
Meanwhile, at the
lagoon, Ms. Americana was rewarding Special Agent Sullivan for once again
saving her shapely ass.
“This is idyllic
Quentin, even that Island I own near Fiji doesn’t come close! I mean it’s
great, but this…” she said, marveling about the lagoon’s natural beauty.
“Kind of brings
back memories of that luau we had back in College, remember? The first time we
ever made love?” he said, smiling fondly at the memory.
“Vividly, I
remember singling you out, and looking in your eyes the whole time, delivering
my best hula moves…” she said, gracefully moving her hands and gyrating
her hips, reprising the hula dance she had used to seduce a young Quentin
Sullivan.
He observed her,
gape-mouthed, as her Aphrodite pheromones were being released, just for him.
“Holy Mother of God
Brenda…this was hot back in College, but now that you’re a fully grown woman,
with those luscious Aphrodite curves...you’re gonna make me cream my pants
without even touching me!” he said, feeling an uncomfortable boner growing
bigger in his pants.
Grinning, she put
her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the sandy beach.
“Sit down and enjoy
the show, Ke Aloha! Once again you saved my ass from a sex predator, and
once again, I’m about to reward you!” she said as she shimmied, her
gargantuan chest jiggling merrily.
She reached for her
mask and removed it in a fluid, graceful motion, as if it were part of her hula
routine, dropping it on the sandy shore.
“And then, I’m
gonna suck-your-cock, Mister Secret Agent!” she said, casting him a
sultry look that made him sweat.
She reached behind
her back and unclasped her bikini bra top, exposing her firm, shapely G-cup
breasts. Teasingly, she broke her hula routine and sensually grabbed her
breasts, pushing them up and together, pulling them apart and pushing them
together again, enjoying the deer in the headlights look on Sullivan’s face as
she did so. She then let go of her breasts and returned to her hula moves,
removing her gloves as if it were part of the routine.
“A hula strip…I’m
definitely enjoying this a lot more than when you were seducing me
at the hula…” he said, his voice sounding hoarse.
“We weren’t alone
back then, the clothes had to stay on! My naked body is for your eyes
only Quentin!” she said with a wink, her own voice taking a husky quality
as she reached for her mega belt and removed it, dropping it next to her mask,
bikini top and gloves.
Feeling hot under
the collar, Sullivan removed his leather jacket and holster, dropping them next
to him. She looked so beautiful, smiling, performing this seduction dance
just for him. Gracefully waving her arms and gyrating her hips with a subtle
smile on her lips, she finally reached down to her bikini bottom, pulling it
down below her shapely ass and shaking it down her legs getting caught on the
top of her boots, making her giggle; nearly losing her balance.
“I’m gonna need
your help with this part Ke Aloha, help me take those off past my
boots?” she said, giggling.
“On it, my gorgeous
O le Fafine!” he said kneeling by her booted feet, pulling her bottom
past the top of her boots, then past the heels as she lifted her feet; the left
one first, then the right.
He kissed her
abdomen, just above the navel, then kissed his way down to her pubis.
“Hmm, that feels
nice Quentin! Help me out of my boots, then take off your clothes and lie on
your back; let me pleasure you…” she said, her sultry voice trailing
off.
She put her hands
on his shoulders for balance as he removed her boots, first the left one, then
the right; tossing them aside. She reached down, breasts dangling
heavily, and grabbed his T-shirt from the bottom, pulling it over his head and
dismissively tossing it aside. He dropped to his butt and proceeded to
remove his snakeskin boots, tossing them over his head, making her
giggle. She knelt down and reached for his belt, unbuckling it. He
observed with anticipation the lustful expression on her face, as she
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. She licked her lips, staring
at the bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Allow me!” he
said, standing back up.
He pulled his jeans
and underwear down to his ankles, then sat back down to remove them completely,
along with his socks.
“Yummy…I crave
the taste of Little Sully, lie down!” she said, pushing him on his back.
Chuckling, he laid
flat on his back, feeling the silky, soft sand against his body. He
observed her with lust, as she lay on her stomach between his legs. With
a mischievous look on her face, she opened her mouth, engulfing his cock,
sticking out her tongue to lick his balls. He moaned his approval, eyes
rolling back in his skull. He reached down and ran his fingers through
her hair, massaging her scalp, knowing how much she enjoyed it. After a
few moments she raised her head, letting him slide out of her throat and mouth,
saliva dangling on her pretty chin. With a giggle, she wiped her chin
with her right hand.
“Kinda got messy
there, not very lady-like!” she said, with a wink.
“Hell, I’m not
complaining am I? That felt amazing, as usual!” he said, smiling.
“You ain’t seen
nothing yet Quentin!” she said, pushing herself up, her sand-covered breasts
and abdomen looking irresistibly sexy.
Overcome with lust,
he sat up, grabbing her by the shoulders making her yelp out of surprise.
Giggling, they play-wrestled until he had her pinned on her back.
“I surrender Mister
Secret Agent Sir! Do as you wish with my body but please do not hurt me!”
she said, her voice taking a mousy quality that was both out of character and
seductive all at once.
He grabbed her by
the hips, pulling her closer, and lay her ankles on his right shoulder.
With a satisfied smirk, his eyes glued to her sexy sand-covered upper-body, he
delivered his classic slow, teasing penetration that he knew drove her crazy.
“Oh my GOD QUENTIN!
That feels so GOOD!” she exclaimed, her voice reaching an intense
falsetto.
“You’ve been
researching your previous lifetime in your spare time, haven’t
you? That ‘do as you wish with my body but please don’t hurt me’ line is
the same your past-self used on me before I broke the curse…” he said,
breathing slowly and deeply.
“GUI…gasp…guilty
as ch…AH! Charged Quentin! Hex…Ah! Hexanna helped me
with a bit of re…re…ooooohhhh…research…oh ram that cock into me
Quentin, ram it hard!” she stammered, overtaken with pleasure.
“Soulmates forged
through centuries, destined to pleasure each other, love each other,
support each other…” he said, his voice trailing off.
She moved her legs
from his right shoulder, letting them hang down. He reached underneath
the small of her back, pulling her pelvis up; thrusting into her increasingly
faster and harder.
“You...gasp…speak
so…Ughhh…beautifully, like, ahh…a poet…sway me with
your …gasp…words¸ and p-p-p-pound me with your cock!
OH GOD QUENTIN I’M SO CLOSE!” she stammered, gasping, a budding orgasm growing
stronger, and washing over her body like the tide over the lagoon.
“Me too baby, ME
TOO…gotta hold on until you cum…” he said, in a deep, shaky voice.
“No Quentin, cum
with me, fill my pussy!” she said, in a breathless voice.
“Are you
sure? You’re usually not comfortable with me cumming in you…” he said,
pistoning madly, using every ounce of self-control not to explode within her
tight pussy.
“I enjoy the feel
of your cum on my skin, but today I want in in me, I’m on the pill
Quentin; CUM WITH MEEEEEEEEEE!” she said, her orgasm rocking her body like a
freight train.
“Oh God Brenda I’m
gonna cum! I’m GONNA CUM!” he grunted, unable to hold back any longer,
filling her pussy up with multiple salvos that overflowed, leaking out of her
pussy and dripping down to her anus.
He lowered her
pelvis back to the sandy ground as gently as he could and then collapsed on top
of her, spent, crushing her massive breasts with his muscular chest.
Concerned that he was squishing her, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled
onto his back, carrying her on top.
“Whoa! Such a
gentleman, concerned that he’s squishing me! I’m not exactly a
featherweight myself, are you sure I’m not too heavy?” she asked, looking deep
into his eyes.
“Baby, if you were
too heavy I’d gladly have you smother me like this every day and call it my
little piece of Heaven!” he said, grinning.
“You silver-tongued
devil you!” she said, leaning in closer, kissing him tenderly.
Meanwhile, at the
top of the extinguished volcano.
Flag Girl and
Townshend stood in quiet admiration, soaking up the scenery. He stood
behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, unable to repress an
erection that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as she leaned against
him, ‘accidentally’ pressing her supple, toned butt against his crotch, with a
mischievous smirk on her lips.
“I must compliment
you on your self-control Chris, how long has it been, 5, 10 minutes that I’ve
been bumping my ass against your bulge and you still haven’t ripped my clothes
off? Kudos for your self-restraint!” she said, smirk turning to a teasing grin.
“That self-control
doesn’t come easy Dana, you are one hard to resist vixen! Besides, didn’t
you tell me you wanted to freshen up first?” he said, his voice smooth and
mellow, sending shivers down her spine.
“Indeed I have,
that Crater Lake looks gorgeous! C’m on Chris, let’s strip and go skinny
dipping!” she said, wiggling out of his embrace and removing her mask.
Smiling, he removed
his hoodie and holster, observing her as she removed her bandeau spandex top.
“Dana, is it my
imagination or did your boobs get bigger? Your new and improved uniform
really enhances your natural curves but wow…were they this big last
night?” Townshend said, removing his striped top.
She giggled
knowingly, as he put a knee down to remove his shoes and socks.
“I was diagnosed
with a hormonal insufficiency a few months ago by Prof Whirter; mostly
due to my grueling training regimen and being a vegetarian. My ‘natural
curves’ as you call them were gradually fading away; leaving me looking like a
12 year-old boy.” She said, as he stood back up.
“Oh please, your
physique may have become leaner but I know very few 12 year-old boys with C-cup
breasts, not unless they’re seriously obese!” he said, rolling his eyes.
She chuckled,
nodding.
“Fair enough, but
you must admit that within the context of the She-Legion, I was looking more
and more like the Tom-boy of the bunch! Anyway, to alleviate the
deficiency, he injected me with a hormonal booster. Now don’t worry, it
was thoroughly tested for safety, and it works gradually, slowly.
This is why you couldn’t notice it at first, I’m moving from a ‘deflated’ C to
a full C cup…soon to be a D cupper! Still nowhere near Brenda’s size, but
not too shabby on this petite frame of mine!” She said with a wink, pulling
down her red and white striped skirt past her boots.
“Thank God for
that, messing with the endocrine system could lead to serious problems, like
ovarian cancer or breast cancer…you’re positive it’s safe?” he asked with
concern, unbuckling his belt.
“Absolutely; the
serum works like an extra-potent birth control pill, a once-a-month pill!
So we can have wild, passionate sex as much as we want; and those new knockers
of mine are yours to fondle, kiss, caress, squeeze…fuck…” she said,
shaking her tits, casting him a sultry glance that made him sweat, as she
pulled her G-string panties down and over her boots.
He swallowed
nervously, fumbling with the button of his pants, making her giggle. The
button finally gave, and he pulled down his zipper. Smiling, she walked
towards him, still wearing her gloves and boots.
“Allow me, stud…”
she said, mustering her best Marilyn Monroe voice, inserting her thumbs between
his briefs and skin, grabbing his slacks and pulling them down to his ankles in
a smooth motion, giving him a good look at her tits dangling.
She stood up
slowly, pressing her breasts against his thighs and rubbing them against his
crotch, abdomen and chest as she straightened up, still wearing her high-heeled
boots and gloves.
“That
was…felt…wow…so…are you going to skinny dip with those gloves and boots on?” he
stammered, heart racing.
“Good point Chris,
as you could no doubt feel, my skin is still sticky and sweaty…” she said,
removing her gloves.
“Since I haven’t
had a chance to shower since out sex and tequila romp last night, I fear my own
personal hygiene is equally lacking; I just hope that lake bottom isn’t too
sludgy, I’ve heard horror stories of people sinking in what they believed to be
firm mud only to disappear in mucky quicksand.” He said, kicking his pants and
briefs aside.
She bent over, once
again displaying how her breasts could dangle like Brenda’s, pulling down the
zippers that kept her boots taut against her muscular calves. With a smug
smirk, she straightened up and kicked her boots aside.
“Let’s walk
carefully on that patch of dry sand that leads to the water. As it gets
gradually wet, it’ll give us an idea of how firm the bottom of the lake
is. If the moist sand feels too sludgy…we’ll just have to make do
standing on one of those flat stones protruding from the water and splash water
on our bodies.” She said, pointing at a smooth patch of sand he hadn’t noticed
when he had awakened.
“As usual, sound
reasoning my love, shall we?” he asked, taking her by the hand.
“Indeed!” she
replied, with a comical snobby voice as she took his hand.
Chuckling, they
made their way to the smooth patch of sand; noticing that is was made of
crushed volcanic rock. With a smile, he let out a sigh of relief as they
reached the wet sand, small waves caressing their feet.
“Not only is that
mud not sludgy, it’s as firm as your bottom and boobs!” he said, winking at
her.
“HEY!” she yelped,
in mock annoyance, stomping in the lake’s cool water, splashing it all over him
and herself.
“Whoa, take it
easy, I meant that as a compliment!” he said, giggling, shielding his face with
his free hand.
Also giggling, she
pulled him closer, and hugged him tightly. Unable to resist, feeling her
newly increased bosom against his body, he grabbed her gently by the hair,
pulling her head back and kissed her passionately. After a few moments,
they came up for air, and she looked at him with mixed surprise and arousal.
“Whoa indeed, where
did that come from Chris?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.
“I…I’m sorry Dana,
did I hurt you? I was just caught up in the moment, a Paradise-like setting
with an angelic beauty in my arms…I kinda lost my head…” he said, still holding
her hair but loosening his grip.
“Don’t apologize,
it was hot…I mean if you’d pulled my hair any harder it would have been
sore but…yeah, I enjoy it when you get all hot and bothered and just take what
you want…don’t worry; I’ll let you know if you do something I don’t like!” she
said, smiling warmly, and then kissing him back.
Still kissing, they
walked into the water, until they were a few feet deep in water. After
several minutes, they interrupted their kissing.
“How about that
skinny dip my love? Cool off, clean our bodies before getting hot and heavy…I
have a feeling you wouldn’t mind trying a titty-fuck with those puppies!” she
said with a wink, and then swimming towards the deeper water.
“I certainly
wouldn’t…” he mumbled, swimming after her.
They reached the
center of the lake, and Townshend submerged himself, wanting his entire body to
cool down.
“Say, the lake
isn’t that deep…it’s more like a gigantic pond, my feet are touching the bottom
and the water is about chest high for me!” He said, eyebrows arched.
“You’re taller than
me, the water is probably shoulder high or chin high for me; let’s see…” she
said, straightening her legs.
Her feet touched
the bottom, small waves hitting the nape of her neck.
“Yeah, still
a bit too deep for comfort!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and
pulling herself up.
She wrapped her
legs around his waist and began French-kissing him. He held her close,
moaning as they kissed and she slid her pussy down onto his erect cock, her
firm breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples teasing his
skin. Eyes shut, he walked towards the shore; gravity pulling her deeper
on his cock.
Still in the same
position, he reached the shore and knelt down, breaking the French-kissing;
making her nearly bite his tongue.
“OH GOD YEAH!” she
shouted in approval, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his pubis as
he began rocking his pelvis back and forth.
“Bet you…nnnhhh…didn’t
know I…aaahhh…could do that did you?” he moaned.
“It’s all goood baby,
keep on…gasp…surprising me…ooohhh…like this, I love
it!” she moaned back.
She laced her
fingers behind the nape of his neck and leaned back, her wet hair touching the
sandy shore; pulling in the full length of his cock, tilting her hips up and
down, meeting his thrusts.
“Getting ready to
cum love?” he asked, panting.
“Yeah baby, hold
on, I wanna beat my…my…my…mark…gasp… oh God YEAAAAAAHHHH!” she
moaned, her first orgasm washing over her.
Chuckling, she let
go of Chris’ neck and let her body lean further back, until her shoulders were
touching the ground.
“Oh my God that was
intense! Doggy style now Chris, pound me hard, I want orgasm number 2 to
be as intense as number one!” she said, smiling blissfully.
“Your wish is my
command! I’ll try to delay my orgasm so you can beat the two orgasm
mark!” he replied, returning her smile, gently laying her lower body on the
ground, pulling out of her.
With an excited
smile, she turned over and went on her hands and knees. He knelt behind
her, and gave her right buttock a teasing swat.
“AH! You tease!”
she said, giggling.
He grabbed her
waist, and slid his cock deep into her in a moderate thrust; keeping a medium
pace as he slammed into her.
“Yeah…yeah...YEAH…like
that…don’t go fast and furious and lose control…” she said, in a husky voice,
hands grasping handfuls of sand from the sheer intensity.
“Want me to tease
you some more?” he asked.
“Yeah baby…what do
you have in mind?” she replied.
“Something like this…”
he said, grabbing her firmly by the hips and suddenly standing up.
“WHOA!” she shrieked
in mixed surprise and excitement.
“Wheelbarrow!
Wheelbarrow! Wheelbarrow!” he chanted, his English accent slipping out as he
pumped into her with enthusiasm.
“GOD! GOD!
GOD! YEAAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed in delight, arms extended, hands touching the
ground to keep her balance, as orgasm number two shook her to the core.
Arms wobbly, she
let her body slide to the ground, panting, with an ecstasied expression on her
face. He crouched, gently putting her down.
“Good God Chris,
any more surprises in store for me? This was spectacular!” she
said, catching her breath her face flushed.
He lay down on his
side next to her, smiling affectionately.
“I aim to please my
love, Sully and I have been sharing notes…once you have caught your breath, let
me know; there’s another weapon in my arsenal as it were…” he said, his
voice trailing off.
“Oh, color me
intrigued! What do I need to do?” she said, looking excited.
“Lie on your back,
spread your legs, then put your hand just over your pubic bone and press down;
I’ll do the rest!” he said, with a wink.
She rolled on her
back, spread her legs with her knees bent, feet planted in the sand; feeling
giddy like a Schoolgirl.
“G-spot
stimulation, sweet!” she said, in a squeaky voice.
He lay on his
stomach between her legs, leaning on his elbows. He inserted one probing
finger, feeling the tight, warm and wet inner walls of her pussy.
“Hot and creamy
in there…now let’s see…thick ‘lump’ under the clit or close to that spot…got
it!” He said, making her gasp loudly as he located her G-spot.
He applied pressure
to her G-spot, rotating his wrist left and right; then bough his mouth to her
crotch and began licking her clit.
“Gasp!
That…that’s an extra stimulation I’m not accustomed to!” she said, in a
breathless voice.
“You haven’t seen
anything yet! Now two fingers, ‘frame’ the G-spot…” he said, his
index and middle fingers in her pussy, rubbing her G-spot in a back and forth
motion, returning his tongue to her clit.
“Oh my God Chris…OH
MY GOD! Stop…stop! I feel like I’m gonna pee!” she said, still
breathless, putting both hands on his head, trying to push him off.
Grinning, he looked
up at her, his fingers still massaging her G-spot.
“It won’t be pee my
love, trust me, it’s going to be female cum! You took my semen in
your face and on your body so many times, now it’s your turn, cum for me!
Spray it all over my face!” He said, increasing finger speed and pressure,
resuming his lip service.
She removed her
hands from his head and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and fondling them.
As she neared orgasm number three, she slammed her hands beside her body; once
again grabbing handfuls of sand, driven wild from the intensity of the pleasure
he was giving her.
“Hmmmhhh…Chriiiiisss….don’t
stoooop…” she moaned, hating the nasal, whiney tone of her voice; breathing
fast, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
He could taste a
saltiness in the love juice oozing from her hot slit, telling him that she was
on the cusp of orgasm number three.
“Huh…Huuuuuuhhh…Hmmmhhh…BABYYYY,
I CAN’T HOLD BAAAAACCCCKKKK!” she shrieked, squirting her orgasm all over
his hand, face and chest.
“Whoa…and Brenda
calls Sully’s orgasms Old Faithful? Dana’s no slouch in the gusher
department!” he thought privately, as she shook uncontrollably, racked by the
intensity of her latest orgasm.
She reached down,
grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to her face. Panting, she
looked at him gape-mouthed, wanting to say something but unable to utter a
sound. He kissed her, forgetting that his face was still wet with her
secretions. Fortunately for him, she did not seem to mind, letting go of
his hair and wrapping her arms around his neck; kissing him back. After a
few moments, she broke their lip lock, and smiled.
“Christopher George
Townshend, you have just made me the most satisfied woman in history!
Your turn now my love, I want you to fuck my tits and shoot your hot load all
over my chest and chin! Then we can go wash up in the lake again!
Do it Chris, fuck my tits!” she said, with an intense, passionate look
on her face that meant she wouldn’t take no for an answer…but then again, why
would he?
He got up to his
knees, noticing the sand on his erect cock, as well as on her breasts and
cleavage.
“Sounds scorching
hot my love, but this volcanic sand might make things rather
unpleasant…me thinks we need another dip to rinse the sand off before I can, as
you so aptly put it, ‘titty-fuck those puppies’ of yours!” he said, standing
up, and extending her a hand to help her to her feet.
Smiling, she stood
up, and followed him back to the water.
“You make a solid
point there Chris, while volcanic mud is good for the skin, volcanic sand might
be a bit too harsh an exfoliator; especially on our more sensitive parts…here,
let me clean you up!” she said, kneeling down in the shin-high water, cupping
her hands to pour water on his erect penis, making sure that the volcanic sand
was thoroughly rinsed off.
“Good Lord that’s
kinda hot!” he said, as she held his member with a firm but gentle grip,
inspecting it for any remnants of sand.
She cast him a
mischievous smirk and modified her grip, now jerking him off as she cleaned her
chest with her free hand.
“Well then, how
about this, as a reward for helping me reach the three orgasm mark; I will use
my hands, mouth and boobs to make you cum, what would you say to that?” she
said, increasing her grip as she masturbated him, flicking her tongue on the
head of his penis for good measure.
“I would say, I
adore you, please don’t stop!” he said, nearly drooling.
Giggling, she
pressed her chest in his crotch, still holding his cock; she then rubbed it
against each nipple, whipped it against each fleshy breast, sandwiched it
between them, and then took it in her mouth as she rubbed his scrotum with her
free hand.
“Oh my God don’t
stop!” he begged, feeling his self-control slipping away rapidly.
“Do it baby, do
it! Give me your cum, I want it! On my tits, on my face, all
over my tummy and hands; cum Chris CUM!” she goaded him, herself feeling
excited by his looming orgasm.
“Oh Dana…OH DANA
here it goes! I’m gonna CUUUUMMMM!” he grunted, painting her face,
breasts, abdomen and hands with cum.
Spent, he dropped
his bum in the water, making a splash as he sat down, making her giggle.
She teasingly splashed him with water, and with a chuckle, he repaid her the
favor. He then drew in a contented sigh and wrapped his arms around her,
holding her tight; not caring that he was smearing his own cum on his body.
“Besides, we’re
in a large body of water; it’ll wash off easily.” he thought, as they held
each other with blissful expressions on their faces.
Epilogue - In an undisclosed location on Mount Olympus
In a private
chamber, Hermes masturbated furiously as he observed the sexual action on his
son Nomios’ former island; through an interdimensional crystal.
“That’s right, that’s
right, keep the orgy going…even if it is on four isolated spots on the
island! Who knew mortals could be so creative? Having the Amazon
Princess and one of Aphrodite’s descendants as participants definitely makes
things interesting to say the least…though if Diana ever found out that I’m
spying on her, there would be Tartarus to pay…but I owe Sister Enyo big time
for the tip…and Nomios is getting a commuted sentence while Agreus is getting
promoted, and a free sex show…eternity is good!” Hermes
thought, now feeling uncomfortable at the prospect of Diana finding out and
beating him to a pulp; leaving just enough for her pointed-eared initiate mate
to finish off.
Hermes sighed,
letting go of his penis. He was no longer in the mood.
“Better blue-balled
than black and blue…still I’m horny…I wonder if Aphrodite would be
interested in a romp for old time’s sake…” he wondered, getting dressed before
going to look for Aphrodite.
The end