The Adventures of Autumn

The Adventures of Autumn

Episode 3. The Return of Darkstorm

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Epilogue

Shadowcloud dragged herself from the bed and drifted onto the balcony of her penthouse suite. She had just spent a most energetic three hours with al Rashid. The man had amazing stamina although nothing to match hers, but just as important he did have access to a prodigious bank account. There was just one problem. She dared not leave him alone. Reluctant as she was to kill the goose that laid the golden egg she realized that sooner or later the sheik might have to take a header off the balcony. As much as she enjoyed a life of unbridled luxury she craved the action of her cat burglar life. There was also the small matter of Darkstorm.

The villain had not been killed by the little explosion she had engineered and although he was almost certain to go to prison for the rest of his natural life she had very little faith in the ability of the system to keep him there. He had escaped once and he would no doubt escape again.

Autumn also rankled her. She had leaked as many details to the tabloids as al Rashid had been able to provide her with, but in spite of that somehow the story of the heroine’s brutal mechanical rape had simply made her more heroic. She had been proclaimed the saviour of the nation and had been invited to the White House where she had received the highest civilian honour possible. Sometimes things simply weren’t fair.

“One day,” Shadowcloud muttered, “I’ll get my revenge and I’ll make that superheroine bitch pay.” In the meantime, she had given al Rashid enough time to recover. It was now time for his afternoon workout. With a lascivious smirk creasing her lips she swayed back toward the bed.

“What about that one?” Alicia asked. “Look at the way he moves his hips. He’d pound you like a pneumatic drill.”

“Alicia,” Autumn exclaimed. “That’s disgusting. And even worse it’s almost got me going again.”

“Sorry,” Alicia grinned. “I forgot.”

“No you damned well didn’t,” Autumn replied, enjoying their little game. She tried to keep from moaning over the phone. She had confined herself to her apartment until she recovered from the effects of the sexual stimulant Darkstorm had injected into her. Strangely enough being stimulated to the point of orgasm seemed to weaken the effects of the drug and so she and Alicia had worked out a little stratagem to try to gradually bleed the aphrodisiac from her system. She watched intently as Alicia slowly moved her camera phone over the gyrating hunks of man-flesh in the crowded bar.

“Check this one out,” Alicia’s voice said eagerly.

Autumn checked. Depicted on the forty inch screen was the somewhat fuzzy image of a muscular young man moving his pelvis in a most dramatic fashion. He and a friend were surrounded by a circle of clapping young women who were cheering them on.

“Oh, jeez,” Autumn gasped. Her breathing quickened as the music of the dance pounded through her surround sound system.

“MMmm..., look at those dimples,” Alicia teased. “He's got the most amazing smile. He looks sweet alright…just your type, so tall and handsome...just imagine how he'd caress your lower back and stroke your legs...”

“You...you bitch,” Autumn giggled. Her thoughts were already well beyond what the young man would do to her legs and back. “I… I have to hang up now,” she groaned. She lay back on her couch and let her fingers do a little walking. If this didn’t help get the sexual stimulant out of her system nothing would.

Alicia grinned at Jenna. The shared ordeal had strengthened the bond between the three women, although Jenna was reconsidering her heroine career. Being gang raped and tortured was something she had not counted on when she had taken up the calling.

Alicia had come out of the ordeal quite well. She was marked for promotion and had received an enormous amount of favourable press, even being featured on the cover of Hoi Poloi magazine. A publisher had contacted her offering a big contract for her life story.

“You really are a tease,” Jenna said somewhat disapprovingly. “You’re going to drive that poor girl out of her mind.”

“I hope so,” Alicia smiled. “She’s useless as a superheroine until we get that drug out of her system. If a little harmless private sex helps then so much the better. Besides, I rather like doing it. It’s sort of fun acting as a virtual pimp.”

“I think you just like being bad,” Jenna replied. “She should really see a psychiatrist.”

“What and tell him that she’s a nymphomaniac superheroine?” Alicia returned. “I don’t think so. Anyway this is a lot more fun for her.”

“And for you,” Jenna said.

“That too.” Alicia’s smile widened. She was feeling quite recovered from her ordeal and her mission to cure Autumn of her forced nymphomania was progressing well. A few more sessions and the heroine would be able to go out in public without wanting to shag every male in sight.

Autumn staggered to her feet. She was breathing heavily and her brief teddy was soaked through with sweat as was the couch she had been lying on. “I should do this in the bedroom,” she thought. “I could move the TV in there.”

She wondered how many more sessions she would have to undergo before the sexual stimulant was completely worked out of her system. She had not succumbed to the images or Alicia’s lewd suggestions quite so quickly this time so the therapy seemed to be working, but it was taking a little longer than she thought it would.

She reached the bathroom and pulled off her damp lingerie. She turned on the shower and without waiting for the water to warm up stepped under the stinging spray. She had the nozzle set on maximum as usual and the gradual change from icy cold to very hot seemed to further help cure her sexual urges. “Thanks Alicia,” she thought as she sank down and let the water pound her. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

The dance was over. Alicia tossed her blonde head and gave the sweating hunk a shy smile. She felt her nether region respond as he grinned and walked toward her. “Works every time,” she thought. She winked at Jenna. “Well,” she whispered to Jenna, “here I go again.”

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