DarkRaven And The Countess

By Juniper

DarkRaven leapt from rooftop to rooftop, her ebony form flowing across the buildings. While a superb athlete and one of the world’s most accomplished martial artists and gymnasts, she knew that appearance was equally vital to cower her opponents. Her body was wrapped in a tight, padded leather outfit designed for the ideal combination of protection and maneuverability. (She left her dark hair long as a luxury, but it had never gotten in the way.) DarkRaven’s belt contained a surprising amount of gear, and small blades and lock picks were concealed in the fingers of her gloves. A cape flowed behind her – bulletproof, of course – and a leather mask surrounded her eyes, protecting her identity at Jennifer Jones.

The night had been uneventful so far – a few petty thugs that barely made her work up a sweat, one drunk and disorderly. Another half hour and she’d head back. DarkRaven thought about giving Rich Hall, a.k.a. FlashPoint, a call for a date. He was a phenomenal athlete, much like her, and they had gone out a number of times. She thought fondly of the feel of his arms on her back, his lips on hers, and she wondered if she’d let him “get all the way under the costume” tonight…

Her reverie was interrupted by a scream from below. A quick look showed a woman, kicking and screaming as four men were moving her into an alley. Typical, she thought, vaulting downwards to land on the first thug. A quick roundhouse kick took out the next two, then DarkRaven dropped down as the third one swung at her with a knife. She lunged forward on the ground, leaping up and slamming her palms into the attacker’s chin. Thugs today, she thought, no staying power.

She turned to the would-be victim, cowering against the wall and clutching her purse. DarkRaven tried to soften her appearance, not to further terrify this woman. “It’s okay,” the heroine said in her most reassuring voice, “They’re all down. I’ll call the police, you’ll make a statement…”

“Look out!” shouted the woman. DarkRaven spun around, ready to pounce on another attacker. Instead, she saw the alley empty except for the four thugs on the ground. Before she could ask the lady what she saw, a sudden shock ran through her body, making her whole person feel numb. As she felt her consciousness slipping as she fell to the ground, she looked up to see the victim standing, holding a glowing metal rod.

“Come get her,” the woman spoke into her wrist, and DarkRaven thought “I know that voice…” as everything went black.

As consciousness returned, DarkRaven immediately tried to take stock of her situation – and couldn’t. She was on her hands and knees, but when she tried to move, she realized her hands and feet were bound to the floor, with some type of metallic straps. She flexed her fingers, but her gloves were gone -- so much for my escape gear, thought DarkRaven -- and it felt like the rest of her costume was gone as well. Only her mask remained on, though DarkRaven knew whoever had caught her could have peered under it.

Using the maneuverability she had, DarkRaven looked around. The room seemed to be plain, with bright, slightly curved white walls. No windows, but several doors suggested to her that this was one of several rooms, perhaps an office or compound. There was no art of personal touches, so this wasn’t a home or office. Maybe…

“Well, I see my darling guest is awake.”

DarkRaven knew who the voice belonged to before she even turned around. “So, Countess, I see you escaped again. Couldn’t take me in a fair fight, so you had to play dirty?”

“I admit, my dear, that you are the better of us physically,” the Countess admitted, moving in front of DarkRaven “Still, I am walking and you are… there.” The villains strolled casually in front of her prisoner. She was wearing thigh-high leather boots, a black bustier, white leather gloves, and shining red lipstick. Her long blonde hair ran down her shoulders, and DarkRaven saw a cold, smug glint in her bright blue eyes.

“As soon as I get out of here…” DarkRaven proclaimed, throwing her body about her restraints as much as possible. As soon as she began, someone grabbed her from behind and held her. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. From the bulge she felt against her behind, DarkRaven could tell a man was holding her still. He was too strong for her, bound as she was.

The Countess kneeled down in front of DarkRaven, stroking her prisoner’s hair. “Don’t you struggle, my pretty. You’ve got quite a busy schedule ahead of you. But first…” The villain signaled, then rested her hands against the prisoner’s cheeks. Whoever was holding DarkRaven had let go and moved back, and for a moment DarkRaven considered a chance to go free, perhaps one of those ridiculously elaborate traps villains always had…

“Uhhhh!!!” grunted DarkRaven as the man’s cock plunged into her vagina. She screamed with surprise, as he withdrew and then thrust into her again. She tried to turn around, to see who was fucking her, but the Countess’ hands immediately held DarkRaven head still, staring into her enemy’s face. “Get used to it,” hissed the villain as the cock pounded into her again and again, “You’re my sexual slave, and I have quite a large number of plans for you. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

DarkRaven tried to come up with a clever reply, but her unknown lover was thrusting in and out of her, like a perfect machine, and her breath was coming in gasps. The hero tried to hold back, to free herself, but the man grabbed her thighs and thrust harder within her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she stared into the smiling, beautiful face of her enemy, who was licking her lips at the sight of DarkRaven, helpless and plundered.

As the heroine’s body rocked back and forth, the Countess put her hand under DarkRaven’s chin. “Now there is one rule: You do what I tell you, and you get to keep the mask on. Do you agree?” DarkRaven couldn’t answer, barely hearing the words through her haze of lust, so the Countess nodded her head up and down.

As the man approached his climax, DarkRaven felt herself thrusting back, pushing herself against his penis. She was gasping now, on the brink of orgasm, trying to hold back but the man was so big, felt so good, and she felt herself ready to come, and as she felt him arch and coming inside her she screamed, watching her enemy smiling with delight as DarkRaven moaned and screamed and jerked and the orgasm went on, and on, and on…

DarkRaven panted, feeling spent. “The first of many,” chuckled, the Countess. “Now sleep,” she said, spraying a small cloud of mist in DarkRaven’s face, and the hero was asleep in less than a second.

DarkRaven awoke to find herself in another simple room. This was apparently her cell, as there was neither exit nor windows. She did have a bed, chair, shower, food and drink, bathroom -- all the amenities of home, thought DarkRaven wryly – but nothing that could be used to escape. Further, unseen speakers continually played the sounds of sex: sometimes men, sometimes women, often the two together, never ceasing. Try as she might, the captive heroine couldn’t shut out the sounds, couldn’t stop visualizing different people in different positions, couldn’t help imagining that she was a participant…

DarkRaven rested, recovering her strength after being caught and fucked. She heard footsteps and readied herself to take out the person coming to pick her up. Before the exit opened, though, a quick blast from the floor filled the room with the same mist that had knocked her out before.

The heroine awoke to find herself being carried over the shoulder of a tall female redhead, wearing a tight leather bra and shorts, along with a mask concealing everything but her mouth and eyes. She instinctively went for the nerves in her neck, but DarkRaven found that her hands were bound behind her back. Two of the Countess’ minions, wearing black leather hoods similar to the redhead’s, walked on either side of her. Pretty soon they reached a new room.

This room was decorated entirely in purple; DarkRaven guessed it was all purple velvet. Sitting in a throne-like seat was the Countess, now wearing a dark purple bustier and holding a small mechanical device in one hand. DarkRaven’s eyes were struck more by a large purple… device in the middle of the room. It was shaped like a rectangular box, about five feet long by two feet wide by five feet down. The sides were rounded, and there seemed to be a small handle near what DarkRaven could only guess was the front. This sat on top of a four-foot pole.

“Isn’t it a shame,” opined the Countess in a bored voice, “that the mechanical bull never really caught on? These days, they’re only found in seedy bars and specialized competitions. A pity, really, because they’re so enjoyable. And this one, modified by the very helpful Mechanix, is even more so. If you would, boys…”

The henchmen lifted DarkRaven off of the redhead’s shoulders and walked her to the bull. They spread her legs so she was straddling the device. As they started to lower her, the Countess pushed a button. DarkRaven heard a slight whirring sound under her, then felt a dildo rising from the seat of the machine, resting directly under her. The men lowered her so that her pussy sank onto the phallus. They then secured her feet to the stirrups at the base of the bull, so she could not escape. After that, they undid her arms, but she was too dazed with the sensation of the fake cock in her to try and escape.

“This control panel,” said the Countess, holding up the metallic box in her hand, “is really a wonderful thing. It lets me manually control this mechanical bull’s movements, as well as set preprogrammed rides. The one you’re about to try is one of my favorites. By the way, just because your feet are secured doesn’t mean you can’t get banged around. I’d grab that handle, if I were you.”

DarkRaven knew the Countess wasn’t bluffing, so she reached forth and grabbed the handle. Almost immediately the bull lunged forward, pushing DarkRaven deeper onto the dildo. Before she could react, the bull’s front went almost straight up in the air, throwing DarkRaven back. She tightened her legs to stay on, feeling the machine’s cock deeper inside her. The bull went forward, and DarkRaven was able to lift herself slightly off the cock inside her. If she could just focus, figure a way to escape from this thing…

But her respite was short-lived. The Countess pushed a button, and the bull started to swing itself around in circles. DarkRaven gripped the handle with all her might, but the sensations made her grip weaken and she was flung back and forth, as the dildo rammed in and out of her. Once in a while the machine slowed, and the heroine saw the Countess with her legs spread, rubbing her pussy, watching DarkRaven’s body bouncing with the bull, being driven to orgasm.

Gasping, DarkRaven tried to figure a pattern to its movements, a way to get off the phallus inside her. But the bull kept swinging faster and faster, spinning her this way and that, her body tossed forward so her chest pressed against the warm velvet, then hurled back so her back arched and her breasts pointed up to the ceiling, then shifting side to side, and her body writhed with the motion, the cock being thrust in and out of her, and she was going to come.

The bull slowed down, then stopped. DarkRaven hadn’t come yet, tried to control her heavy breathing, resisted the urge to thrust herself more on the phallus, to bring herself to orgasm in front of her enemy. The Countess got up and leisurely strolled over to DarkRaven. “Quite the sensation, isn’t it?” she asked the sweaty superhero. “Still I don’t think you’ve quite come yet. You know, for all the bull’s range of motion, I think the basics are sometimes the best. Let me know what you think.”

The Countess pushed a button, and bull dropped half a foot, then went up half a foot, then dropped, then raised… DarkRaven tried to steady herself by holding the handle, but that didn’t compensate for the powerful thrusts as her body was lifted off the dildo then dropped back on. The Countess smiled and increased the speed of the machine, and DarkRaven lost all self-control, no pause between the thrusting between her legs, and she panted and moaned, the bull going faster and faster, her orgasm building, building, and when the Countess thrust a wet hand between DarkRaven’s lips the heroine sucked it without hesitation. The machine went on and on, faster and faster, and she sucked harder, now pulling herself down on the cock, and she howled “YESSSSSSSS!” as she came, her hips clenching on the dildo, and it kept moving inside her, bringing a second orgasm on the heels of the first one, and her whole body quaked with pleasure, until the Countess slowed the machine to a stop and DarkRaven slumped forward.

Drained, DarkRaven put up no resistance when the henchmen carried the hero back to her cell.

The next time DarkRaven was called, a wall of her room slid open. The heroine memorized where the door had opened, made a mental note to check that area later so she could open it, then walked through.

The Countess, once again in her black bustier, smiled as her adversary entered. “Ah, DarkRaven, how nice of you to join us. Please, sit,” spoke the Countess as she motioned to a black leather couch. DarkRaven considered fighting, but the five masked henchmen, plus the woman in red, plus the Countess – holding a mist gun – would be too much. Obediently, DarkRaven went to the couch. “Spitfire, would you do the honors?” asked the Countess, and the redhead went behind DarkRaven and, with a surprisingly firm grip, held the heroine’s wrists together.

“Now it’s time for a little quid pro quo,” said the Countess, smiling. She reached down to DarkRaven’s legs, took an ankle in each hand, and raised DarkRaven’s legs in the air, about three feet apart. “First!”

One of the henchmen walked forward. The restrained heroine noticed that he was only wearing the black leather mask and tight leather pants, and the latter were bulging enormously. He was muscular, and DarkRaven imagined that he was handsome under the mask.

He was also kissing her along her thighs. As she relaxed a bit, his palms caressed her upper legs. And slowly, he placed his mouth on her pussy and kissed her there. DarkRaven gasped, then tried to control herself as he began slowly to lap at her, his tongue moving deeper and deeper inside her. She tried to close her legs, but the Countess held them firmly open, and all the captive could do was moan and writhe as the henchman continued to suck on her pussy. He fastened his mouth to her, and as she moaned he slid one finger into her, then another, then a third…

“Enough!” interrupted the Countess. With a sigh of disappointment – or was it expectation? – the man got up and stood next to DarkRaven, the bulge in his pants even more visible.

The Countess beckoned another henchmen over, and he continued where the first one left off. After him, the next henchman started with her pussy, then moved his mouth down to her anus, his fingers and tongue exploring her tight, moist hole. Two more henchmen pleasured her, each stopped by the Countess before DarkRaven could climax. After they were all done, they stood around DarkRaven, waiting.

“I believe ‘quid pro quo’ refers to a certain give and take,” spoke the Countess gleefully, and as she spoke the men all removed their trousers. “And you can’t expect these loyal followers of mine to be so selfless, can you? Get her ready, SpitFire.” With that, the woman in red lifted DarkRaven off the couch, and one of the Countess’s followers lay on his back, his penis standing erect, ready.

Grabbing the heroine’s thighs, SpitFire lowered her onto the waiting prick. DarkRaven tried to slip her pussy onto him, but the woman’s hands pushed her forward, and his cock moved between her buttocks. DarkRaven tried to move back, but the redhead pushed her down, and she felt him sliding into her anus. She felt a wave of dark, degenerate pleasure as he pushed up, past any resistance.

As DarkRaven moved her hips up and down, sliding herself along the prick, the others were taking positions all around her. The henchman in front of her, a muscular black man, leaned down against her chest, caressing his cock. When it was fully hard, he moved against her, sliding into DarkRaven’s pussy. The sensation was so overwhelming that her body froze in delight, then began moving with the two men as they each thrust in and out of her together, moving almost out of her before pushing together, holding her tightly between them.

DarkRaven reached up to hold the shoulders of the man above her, to press her chest to his, but as she lifted her arms hands grabbed them. Her hands were guided to the men on either side of her, as they wrapped her fingers around their cocks and moved them up and down. As her body lowered, her head lay next to the head of the man under her – until the fifth man arched her head back, so her could slide his cock into her open mouth.

The Countess could barely see DarkRaven, a writhing figure obscured by masked men groaning and thrusting. The heroine moaned around the penis she was sucking, her whole body moving in time with the others. She tightened her fingers, mouth, pussy, and anus, gripping each of the men more firmly as their bodies slid within her. She was pushing her pelvis against the two men above and below her, stroking the others as fast as she could, and when the Countess yelled “Now, boys!” they all started moving frantically. DarkRaven knew they were going to come, so she redoubled her movements around them, first feeling the cock in her mouth explode wetly as the man groaned. Next the two in her hands tightened, spraying her arms with warm, white cum. Finally the two men both thrust harder than ever, stiffening themselves on either side of her, and DarkRaven felt her body alight with pleasure, as she came with the two men inside her, filling her completely.

As DarkRaven lay exhausted, the Countess walked over and slowly, gently cleaned off the superhero’s body with a warm, damp silk handkerchief. She didn’t remember being brought back to her cell, but when DarkRaven recovered her senses, that’s where she found herself.

The Countess must have had DarkRaven gassed while she slept, because the heroine awoke this time to find herself suspended in the air. Her body was facing downwards, about five feet above the floor in a darkened room; she could make out a large square on the ground and some type of low wall around the square, but not much more. Her arms and legs were suspended, manacled in an X position from above. DarkRaven must have been hanging there for a while, for she felt numb all over. She could tell her costume – or a good facsimile – was back on, but she couldn’t tell if any of her equipment was in it.

A click sounded in the darkness, and DarkRaven felt herself lowered to the ground. Lights flashed on around her, and she saw that she was in a wrestling ring. The manacles lowered her to a corner, legs first, and when she was resting on the ropes they opened, releasing their prisoner before retracting into the ceiling. DarkRaven’s arms and legs were tingling, as if asleep; moving them was agony, but she tried rubbing the pain away. She had a feeling something would happen soon.

The spotlight flashed in the center of the ring, and out came the Countess, this time in her black corset, black pants, and even a top hat. She lifted a microphone and, playing some type of mc, spoke in a booming voice: “Goooooooooood evening, wrestling fans!” [DarkRaven looked around but didn’t see anyone in the audience. Who were these fans?] “Tonight we have a rumble like no other! In this corner,” she pointed opposite DarkRaven, “we have Spitfire!”

The spotlight swung over, displaying the redhead as she leaped easily over the ropes. She had on the tight leather bra, leather shorts, and the wrestling mask as earlier. “SpitFire is the newcomer, looking to make a name for herself!” The woman flexed and shadowboxed, displaying excellent moves and muscles. “And how better to do that than to take on the city’s resident champion – DARKRAVEN!”

This was a travesty, thought DarkRaven as the spotlight swung over to her corner, I can barely stand, let alone fight. “And, for house rules, the winner gets to do with the loser as she wishes! Now, let the battle begin!”

A bell rang, and SpitFire began advancing on her helpless foe. DarkRaven struggled up, the mere act of standing proving difficult. The heroine tried to adopt a fighting stance, but SpitFire moved quickly around and behind her. DarkRaven didn’t know if she could take this woman on a good day; now, all she could do was play defensively. DarkRaven tried to fake a left feint and grab with her right hand, but SpitFire ducked the blow, driving her shoulder into DarkRaven’s stomach and pushing them into the ropes.

DarkRaven lost her breath and tried to roll away, but SpitFire wasn’t letting her escape that easily. DarkRaven saw a blur of red, then felt herself lifted and then dropped flat on her back. Moments later one of her opponent’s arms was pressed against her chest, holding her down, while the red villain grabbed her knees and lifted them. The Countess was beside them in a flash, slamming out a three count while DarkRaven tried to breathe.

“And now, the prize!” While DarkRaven tried to regain her composure, SpitFire yanked the top of the dark costume off her foe with one swift motion. She ducked down, and the pants were gone in an instant. Then SpitFire pulled DarkRaven to one of the corners, twisting the ropes around her arms. DarkRaven couldn’t free her arms, but her legs were so weak that the ropes were the only things keeping her upright. At least her mask was still on.

SpitFire looked right into DarkRaven’s eyes and smiled. Then, with a fluid motion, SpitFire had scaled the ring post. The villain wrapped her legs around the middle rope, suspending herself in front of DarkRaven’s face. She then hiked up her skirt, revealing nothing underneath but a cleanly shaved pussy. “Now do me good,” sneered Spitfire, flexing her legs and pushing her pussy against DarkRaven’s mouth.

DarkRaven moaned with surprise,, never having done this before. But the fight, exhausting as it was, now had her adrenaline going. And judging by the scent in front of her, the battle had gotten SpitFire excited as well. DarkRaven put out her tongue, tentatively at first. Then, feeling SpitFire’s body rub up against her mouth, the heroine began to lick harder. Feeling SpitFire flexing against her mouth made DarkRaven more brazen, and she held her tongue out, pressing it deep into the other woman’s pussy.

Soon DarkRaven had SpitFire moaning, pulling herself harder and harder against her adversary’s mouth. DarkRaven began to suck as well, taking in the other woman’s wetness. As she did so, DarkRaven felt the Countess – the heroine couldn’t see, but she knew it had to be her – stretching out her leg. The Countess then began rubbing herself along it.

Feeling the two women on rubbing against her was stimulating DarkRaven like nothing before. She started to pant, lifting her mouth off the pussy before her before going back to suck and lick more. And then DarkRaven felt the Countess, sighing and stroking herself against the leg, inserting a vibrator in the bound hero’s pussy. The device buzzed to life and DarkRaven almost came immediately. She sucked harder then before, apparently finding SpitFire’s g-spot, as that villain began bucking against DarkRaven’s face. DarkRaven’s hips were thrusting up, as she felt SpitFire beginning to come and the Countess turned up the vibrator, sending continual jolts of pleasure through DarkRaven. The heroine could feel her own orgasm coming, and she pushed her leg as hard as she could, sucked on the redhead’s clitoris as much as possible, and let out a muffled scream of pleasure as the orgasm overthrew her senses, leaving her reeling. The other two women, feeling their adversary climax, quickly came as well. And as SpitFire climbed down, the Countess continued to stimulate DarkRaven, kissing her wet lips and holding the vibrator inside the heroine until she climaxed again.

My God, thought the dazed DarkRaven. Second place is pretty fucking good!

The next time DarkRaven awoke, she was once again naked except for her mask. She was also tied up again, this time standing upright: Her legs were bound to the floor, and manacles kept her arms high above her head, making her a human X. What was unusual this time was that the entire wall in front of her was a mirror. DarkRaven stared at her reflection, feeling both the humiliation of being captured and proud of the way her naked body was displayed.

A door slid open behind her, and the Countess and SpitFire entered. They were both dressed in their usual costumes, and the Countess carried a small leather carrying case.

“Welcome back to the land of the conscious,” the Countess said to her prisoner, walking over to her. “I think you’ll enjoy this. Tell me, my pretty, do you enjoy voyeurism?”

“I don’t need to look at other people to enjoy myself,” answered the prisoner. “I wouldn’t think that you would either.”

“Ah, but it’s not so much a question of needs as wants,” replied the Countess. “I enjoy a wide range of activities, and other people can often take part of them. For now, though, you’ll get the best of both worlds: To watch and to enjoy.”

The Countess unzipped her bag and rummaged through it. After a few moments, she pulled out an odd-looking belt. The tangled leather item seemed to be a circle and additional strap, with two protuberances on the strap. “I hope you like this,” chuckled the Countess, “It was designed with you in mind. SpitFire?”

The red companion picked up the belt, holding it by its sides. As the center strap fell down, DarkRaven saw that the middle strap had two dildos, a large one and a smaller one, attached to it. SpitFire leaned against the captive crimefighter and slowly pressed the larger dildo inside her pussy. Once DarkRaven’s vagina fully enveloped the item, SpitFire walked around. Lifting the belt, she slid the second part into the prisoner’s asshole. DarkRaven controlled herself, resisting the urge to sigh, to show any sign of pleasure.

”Playing hard to get, eh?” chuckled the Countess. “Well, in a few moments that game’s going to become a lot harder to play.” DarkRaven could hear the villain going through the bag behind her, while SpitFire locked the belt around DarkRaven’s waist, keeping the dildos tight inside her orifices. SpitFire stepped back, looking at the bound heroine with satisfaction.

The Countess reached over DarkRaven’s shoulder, caressing her. “I bet those feel pretty good. Of course, they don’t do much without motion. There are two ways we can have that happen. First, we can move them.” SpitFire pulled the belt up, and DarkRaven grunted as the cocks moved inside her, stimulating her. “Second, you can move around them.”

The Countess swung her arm, and WHAP! DarkRaven felt a stinging blow on one of her buttocks. Her body tensed, making her press down on the leather inside her, her body caressing them. DarkRaven looked up, seeing the Countess wielding a large round paddle, a circle of leather with an X in the middle. “Do you like leather?” asked the Countess sweetly, bringing the paddle down on DarkRaven’s other cheek. The heroine moaned, refusing to answer. “Aw, so shy? Perhaps we should coax her a little.”

SpitFire reached behind her, slipping on a pair of red leather gloves. She then stepped up to DarkRaven, gently squeezing one of her breasts with a leathered hand while licking the nipple of the other one. As Spitfire touched and sucked, the Countess was slowly caressing DarkRaven’s buttocks with the paddle. The caresses were soothing, and DarkRaven felt herself warming inside, relaxing...

WHAP! The blow came again, and DarkRaven felt herself clenching the items inside her. Further, SpitFire had not stopped massaging and sucking the heroine’s breasts, filling her body with an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. As the blows continued, SpitFire began to gently tug at the belt with one hand, while touching her face with the other. The sensations were overwhelming, and DarkRaven felt her climax approaching. The two villains were having her, creating sensations in her she’d never felt before, DarkRaven was watching herself being paddled, she was loving it, and her whole body was responding…

“Wait!” The Countess stopped, giving DarkRaven a chance to breathe, to control her body. The Countess whispered into SpitFire’s ear, and the other villain nodded.

The Countess walked directly next to DarkRaven, looking into the mirror and leaning on her shoulder. “The mechanical bull wasn’t the only thing Mechanix made for me. He’s very good with audio devices, cameras, even mirrors.” With that she pressed a button, and the mirror vanished.

Directly in front of them, DarkRaven looked at Rich Hall. He was naked, bound in a standing X just as she was. And a dark-haired woman was kneeling at his feet, the back of her head bobbing up and down in front of his crotch. DarkRaven could hear the sucking sounds of the woman, the small moans Rich was making as she pleasured him.

“I told you you’d get to watch,” taunted the Countess. “Don’t worry: He can’t see or hear anything in this room, but you can see and hear everything. Speaking of which, if you’ll excuse me a moment…” A door slid open, and the Countess stepped out.

A moment later, DarkRaven watched the Countess step into the room with Rich. She was touching his chest, kissing his stomach, watching the other woman sucking on him. Then she slowly moved down, and DarkRaven saw his prick for the first time, quivering with need.

DarkRaven’s mind was racing. She was furious, enraged that Rich could take such pleasures in others. But the devious belt remained hard inside her, and she felt aroused, wishing she were in there, sucking him off, being with him. As she stared, SpitFire continued to tug at the belt, sending new waves of pleasure through DarkRaven.

The Countess sent the other woman away and began stroking Rich’s member. When it was fully erect, she stepped in front of him, facing DarkRaven. The Countess winked at her, then pushed back onto Rich’s cock. He groaned audibly, followed by pants as the Countess moved herself back and forth, forward until his cock almost ceased to touch her, then back down.

DarkRaven was breathing hard, aroused by the sight of her enemy being fucked by her man. SpitFire had noticed the reaction and began jerking the belt upwards in time with the couple they were watching. For DarkRaven, it was as if Rich were inside her, as though she were the one bent over before him.

The Countess began riding him faster, moaning his name as the pounded him more and more. DarkRaven was joining them in ecstasy, her body responding to the sight before her and the sensations inside her. The sight also affected SpitFire, rubbing herself against DarkRaven as she pulled the belt deeper into her pussy and ass.

The Countess screamed, her back arching, her body pausing for a moment. DarkRaven was on the edge of climax, wanting to come with Rich. Suddenly the Countess snapped her fingers, stepping off Rich’s cock. SpitFire released DarkRaven’s arms, pushing her head down until it almost touched the glass. Directly in front of her, the Countess was jerking off Rich, licking his prick while she stroked, and she began sucking his balls while she pulled and pulled on him, until Rich howled and ejaculated, thick white streams shooting out, again and again, right at DarkRaven’s face, and as she came she was licking the glass, wanting to taste him to feel his come on her face, not remembering that she could only watch…

“Ready for the big finale?” the voice boomed through unseen speakers.

DarkRaven wondered what was being planned. After the last session, the heroine was given plenty of rest, sleep, and time to herself. (Her mask remained the only clothing she was given.) There was no gas, no manacles, and while these could come at any time, DarkRaven didn’t think they would. She really believed the Countess was inviting her to some big ending, and when the door slid open DarkRaven stepped out without hesitation.

This room was octagonal, with reflective silver walls. Standing to the side was another henchman, wearing what must be the standard mask here and nothing else. And directly in front of DarkRaven was the Countess.

Wearing DarkRaven’s costume.

“Do you like it?” asked the villain, turning to show off her outfit. “It’s yours – minus the mask of course – and it’s a perfect fit. But that’s not the only surprise I have for you. Take a look!” The Countess clicked a button in her hand.

The wall to her left came to life. DarkRaven turned, and saw herself when she first came here, on her hands and knees, being taken from behind. The heroine heard the perfect sound of her own moans of pleasure.

“As I said, that Mechanix is quite good with cameras,” commented the Countess. Click! The next wall came to life, showing DarkRaven riding the mechanical bull. Click! The henchmen were sucking DarkRaven’s spread legs. Click! DarkRaven’s body was in the center of the five men, having her every way available. Click! On the ropes of the wrestling ring, SpitFire’s hips circled against DarkRaven’s face, while the Countess jerked the vibrator up and down inside her. Click! DarkRaven watched SpitFire pulling on the pleasure belt, while a few feet away Rich was fucking the Countess.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” asked the Countess. “I have every sound, every moment you were here, from every possible angle. A little editing, and I’ll have the perfect porno! Of course, what we need is a big finish.”

Click. DarkRaven faced herself, unseen cameras showing that very moment. “I think it’s your turn,” offered the Countess, tossing something at DarkRaven. She caught it, looking at a double-sided dildo with a belt. “It’s a strap-on, designed for women,” explained the Countess. “As you pleasure someone, the other end moves inside you, giving you as much pleasure as you give out.”

The Countess pulled down the pants of her DarkRaven costume. “I brought here. You’ve been had by me, by my henchmen, you watched me ride your boyfriend, and you’re my perfect porn star. So,” she asked, laying down and spreading her legs, “what are you going to do about it?”

DarkRaven only saw the Countess and her henchman in the room. She could take them both, bring in the cops and shut this whole operation down.

But that’s not what she wanted.

DarkRaven stepped into the belt. She sighed as she slid her half of the strap-on inside her, then watched her reflection walk up to the waiting Countess. DarkRaven leaned over the Countess, kissing her hard and deep.

The Countess lay back, but DarkRaven had other plans. Reaching under her, the heroine pulled the Countess up onto her prick. The Countess gasped, and DarkRaven dropped, the two of them falling onto the floor, the twin dildos thrusting into both of them.

DarkRaven held the Countess’ hands back, making her the prisoner as DarkRaven thrust in and out, reveling in the sensation of being in control, of fucking this woman who she hated and wanted more than anyone. DarkRaven’s cock slid into her over and over, and when she felt the henchman behind her, the heroine lifted her buttocks, feeling the man’s prick slide into her ass. His thrusts added to the power of her, and DarkRaven kept ravishing her enemy, their chests pressed together, their mouths joining.

The Countess pressed DarkRaven’s shoulders back, and the heroine watched her reflection, saw herself taking the Countess while the masked man rode her from behind. She relished the view, the voyeur and the participant, and she rode the Countess harder, lifting as far back as she could before slamming her cock into the Countess.

The three of them were approaching climax, their bodies moving faster and faster. ‘Remember…” breathed the Countess between gasps of air, “remember… the deal we made? Well you… you did a good job, but… OHGOD!!! …but I’m a villain…” Her orgasm was coming, DarkRaven wished she would just shut up an come, “…and villains… lie!”

The Countess thrust up, pushing DarkRaven over the edge of orgasm. As DarkRaven arched her back, coming as the man behind her thrust wetly inside her, the Countess reached up and pulled DarkRaven’s mask off. The heroine was shocked, but her body was too far gone and all she could do was come, watching herself unmasked over her enemy, a man inside her, and her hips kept thrusting, and her orgasm exploded within her, and she kept watching her, and the man, and her enemy, and she felt the rapture throughout her whole body…

DarkRaven escaped, of course. She was able to capture the henchmen, but the Countess managed to get away.

A week later, the video hit the streets. It quickly became one of the best-selling adult videos of all time, to say nothing of DVD and Internet sales. DarkRaven wasn’t thrilled with abandoning the identity of Jennifer Jones, but with her intelligence and connections, setting up a new identity was easy. She bought the video, and sometimes she and Rich watched it together.

And DarkRaven smiled, thinking about the next time she’d let the Countess capture her…