Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.
And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.
This is the Final Chapter
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DAY EIGHT: REVENGE IS COMPLETE - ALMOST
The crime fighters were all asleep after their sexual teasing at the hands of Raven and her team. Asleep, and highly sexed. Raven had each of them bathed whilst in their drugged state and returned them to their sleeping quarters, albeit different bedrooms this time. Each of the four bedrooms contained king sized beds. They also contained video cameras so that every move could be recorded. Giant screens adorned each wall opposite the bed - they would serve a useful purpose.
Amazonian Woman was taken to the room that was already occupied by Myra Jean. The two of them were laid side by side in the large bed and allowed to wake naturally. A similar process was followed in each of the other three bedrooms. BlackCat Girl was placed beside Holly, Feline Woman next to Phenomenon, and StunMan with Louisa Layne.
Whilst Venus Flytrap was already on board Raven's private jet travelling towards her island destination, Raven and her small team gathered in their main lounge and switched on each of their four screens. They opened another celebratory bottle of champagne, activated the video cameras and sat back to wait.
It was Myra Jean who awoke first. As she saw the young woman beginning to stir, Raven pressed a button and lit up the screen in the bedroom. She piped in the recording of Nancy's seductive dance at the club and the gentle but sensual seduction of the beautiful wife of StunMan that followed. Myra sat up on the bed, easing herself up onto her elbows as her drugged eyes took in the scene on the big screen opposite the bed.
She originally thought it was some kind of a blue movie, but as her clarity of mind began to slowly return, she realised with horror exactly what the unfolding scene was.
She watched the display, spellbound at the sight of Nancy slowly dancing towards her and her on-screen eyes widening as she saw Huntergirl unzip her dress, slip her fingers inside the material and unhook her brassiere.
It seemed so surreal, and she felt the burning in her body intensify as the action on the large screen unfolded. Huntergirl had now exposed her breasts and Nancy was kneeling between her legs, pressing her still incredible looking body against her own. She watched as the dancer writhed against her, and then saw Huntergirl turn her face towards Nancy, who wasted no time in kissing her.
Despite herself, Myra Jean adjusted her position on the bed and dropped a hand between her legs, immediately finding and stroking her aroused clitoris. She let out a long groan as she pleasured herself, her eyes closing for a moment but then returning to the action on the giant screen.
Her good friend Huntergirl was now behind her and fondling her soft breasts and she watched as her own body shuddered on the screen as her face contorted as she had actually cum! As she lay on the bed, the action encouraged her busy fingers to work faster on her now swollen little bud. She watched Nancy push Huntergirl's hands away and slide her mouth to her breasts, seemingly biting, licking and sucking until the Myra Jean had orgasmed a second time.
Her mouth was dry as her fingers did their work, taking her to another orgasm in that large bed as she watched, transfixed, as Nancy pulled off her remaining clothing and lowered that sweet mouth to her sex. She watched herself jerk against the woman as it seemed as if a third sweet on-screen orgasm had overtaken her, and that was sufficient for her to reach her climax right there and then on the bed.
"That was impressive..."
Myra Jean swung her head around in shock. Such had been her concentration on the big screen, she had no idea anyone else was in the room with her, let alone lying next to her on the bed. She gasped aloud. It was Amazonian Woman, as naked as she was. Her eyes took in the full curves of the sensational looking Superheroine, flicking across the beautiful face, her full, rounded breasts, the sweeping curves of her hips, before coming to rest on the thick, black, pubic hair between her spread thighs.
The Amazonian spread her thighs further under Myra Jean's gaze, her alert blue-black eyes hooded in anticipation. She gently patted the bed between her legs and laid her head back on the soft pillow.
Myra Jean was drawn like a rabbit in headlights and felt herself follow the unspoken command, easing her head between the legs just as Nancy had done with her.
"Take your time," murmured the powerful Amazonian.
As she did, she looked over at the screen on the far wall and watched through narrowing eyes. Huntergirl's tongue was playing along Myra Jean's neck and her hands were fondling those delicious looking milky, white breasts. And all the time, StunMan's blonde wife was deliriously and repeatedly humping herself against the woman between her legs.
On the bed, Myra Jean found that the burning in her body had returned despite her orgasm and she did as she was bid, crawling between the voluptuous thighs and for the first time in her life, she lowered her head between a woman's legs, her eager tongue licking at each of her labia in turn, coaxing them to life.
"Suck them..." came the command.
StunMan's blonde wife turned her head slightly and delicately drew a fleshy lip into her mouth before teasing it with her tongue, exactly the way Nancy had teased her. She heard the powerful Amazonian moan with pleasure and shift slightly on the bed, her hand encouragingly running through Myra Jean's blonde locks.
"Mmmm, don't stop," purred the Superheroine.
This was not Venus Flytrap, but Myra Jean's mouth felt like it was a very good alternative.
Myra Jean's heart was bursting through her chest at the realisation that she was pleasuring this curvaceous Superheroine and such was her own lust that she so badly wanted to make the writhing woman cum, just like Huntergirl and Nancy had done with her.
Flattened her tongue, she soon found a rhythm and undulated her head so that her nose ran through the thickness of the Amazonian's black pubic hair with each stroke, hearing the moans above her increase with every lap of her tongue. Her lips took over, pulling the shining clitoris from its hood and sucking it inside her mouth, teasing it between her teeth before sliding her mouth up and down as if she was giving fellatio to her husband.
"Oh fuck," she heard the Amazonian cry.
The thought that she, Myra Jean, was the cause of so much pleasure in this undulating crime fighter sent spasms of pleasure throughout her own body and with the images from the large screen still fresh in her mind, she began to increase her ministrations, flicking her tongue rapidly against the shining bud and then circling slowly around the retracted hood.
It was too much for the Amazonian who scissored her legs behind Myra Jean's bobbing head, keeping the blonde firmly pressed to her clitoris as her orgasm overtook her. Within seconds, her body was violently shuddering and trembling against the young woman's still licking tongue.
StunMan's body was alive. Alive with arousal. Alive with lust. He lay on the large four poster bed and knew something was wrong, badly wrong. He did not recognise the room, but he did recognise the naked woman lying next to him. It was Louisa Layne, Wonderman's girlfriend. His mind attempted to understand exactly what was happening, tried to rationalise what he was doing here.
But he could not. His drugged mind refused to allow any sort of rationalisation and all he knew was that something was wrong. He should not be lying here, naked, with Wonderman's girlfriend. He should be here with Myra Jean his wife. Where was she? He looked across at Louisa and for a few, long seconds he was unable to take his eyes away. God, she had an amazingly curvaceous body. He loved her honey-tanned colour, quite a contrast to Myra Jean's milky, white figure.