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…yesYESSSS! 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 wickedsigh…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 slavesIs 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 myselfdisgustingand 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, ahha poetsway 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 meooohhh…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